Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

I looked around and made a face. “Shit, that’s right.”

Once Whitley turned on the water, I willed myself to pee.

“Oh! Yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I screamed out.

Then, someone other than Whitley said, “Well, I never.”

“Oh no. Oh no, ma’am, she’s alone. Wait! I mean, it’s not what you think!” Whitley said as she called out to the lady.

I heard Whitley’s footsteps moving closer to the door.

“Whitley! Don’t leave.”

I opened the stall door, and Whitley was laughing so hard that she could hardly breathe.

“Oh. My. God. She thought…she thought…”

I gave her a fake smile. “She thought I was masturbating. Ha-ha.”

Whitley finally got herself under control and looked at me. Her smile faded. “What? What’s wrong, Court?”

I swallowed hard. “Nothing will be wrong if you tell me two lines means not pregnant.”

Whitley grabbed the box. “Um…nope. Sorry, I’m pretty sure that two lines means preg—” Her head snapped up, and she looked at me.

I held up both tests for her to see. Her mouth dropped open, and we both just stood there, staring at each other.

When someone walked in, Whitley yelled, “Out! You can’t be in here!”

The poor lady quickly turned and walked out.

“Whitley! Why did you tell her to leave?” I asked.

Whit shook her head as if she was trying to clear her thoughts. “Where did you buy the tests?”

Why does she want to know that? Oh…

“The lobby store,” I barely whispered.

Whitley turned and walked out of the restroom. I paced back and forth until she finally came back, carrying two bags. She dumped the contents of one bag out into one of the sinks.

I looked into the sink an

d then back at Whitley. “Six? You bought six pregnancy tests?”

She shrugged her shoulders, handed me a bottle of water, and began to open one of the tests. I downed the water and then began drinking another bottle.

“I have an idea. Open a few. That way, if I start peeing, I can try to stick as many as possible under the stream.” I drank half of another bottle of water.

We placed a bunch of paper towels on the floor of one of the stalls and lined up all six tests. Every time someone came in, we blocked that stall.

Then, it hit me. “Shit! I have to go.”

Whitley pushed me into the stall, and I jumped over the tests.

I pulled my pants and panties down and went to town. “Ah shit, I pissed on my hand! Ew…gross!” I yelled out.

Whitley started laughing. “Just go fast. Get them all under the stream. You can wash your hands when you’re done.”