"Lisa? Lisa, how long do you think you'll be in there?"

"Oh, I don't know. Why, do you need something?" she shouted over the running water of the shower.

"N-no, I'm fine..." Owen whimpered while clutching his crotch through his jeans. He had needed to go for an hour and a half already, having to wait through his long drive home from work because he was dumb enough not to take a bathroom break before leaving.

"Okay, hun," Lisa said brightly.

Owen groaned and leaned against the wall, not letting go of himself. Why couldn't he just tell her he needed to go? He squeezed his eyes shut. The sound of the water was torture.

"L-Lisa?" he tried again.

"Yes, Owen?" she sounded exasperated. That tone in her voice made him stop.

"N-nothing..."

Lisa, still in the shower, hesitated. It sure sounded like something was wrong. She shrugged. If he's not telling her, it must not be that important.

Oh, but it was. Owen was in pain here. Why couldn't he just say something?? Oooh, I gotta go, gotta go..." he mumbled to himself.

"What was that?" Shit, she heard him.

"O-oh it, it's nothing. Never mind."

Lisa frowned and shut off the water. Owen moaned loudly, happily, at not having to hear the water anymore.

"Owen..?" Oh, shit.

"Y-yeah?" She was still in the bathroom getting dressed. He felt his hand get wet. "Nononono..." He stopped it.

"Honey are you alright? Be honest."

"I... N-no..."

At that, she opened the door, hair sopping wet, wearing only her underwear and T-shirt.

Owen was too focused on his need to look at her. He shuffled to the toilet and hopped up and down, trying to unzip his fly. "L-lisa! Help!" Lisa quickly sprang into action, unzipping him. Not a moment after, he was peeing forcefully into the toilet.

"Owen, why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know..." He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, looking at the floor so she wouldn't see his red face.

That's when she noticed the wet patch on his pants. "Oh honey..." she licked her lips. "Let's get you in the shower."

As she started to undress, Owen said, "But you already took a shower."

"I'll need another one anyway..."

Owen smiled. She always knew exactly how to make him feel better about himself. And with that, she kissed him, he kissed back, and they started pulling off their clothes.

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