Soon, they were in his shower together. Fatima ran her hands over his chest and licked her lips.
"Soo," she drew out in a low, sultry tone. "What would you like to do today, Mr. Birthday Boy?" she asked in the same tone. Rountree was frozen in place. Between his naked girlfriend and her sudden change in behavior, there was a lot to take in. He definitely wasn't used to Fatima taking her clothes off in front of him, she still usually changed in the bathroom. In fact, this was the first time he'd ever seen her in anything less than leggings and a normal t-shirt.
"Um, well, I don't know, this is pretty awesome," he mumbled awkwardly. She smirked and started nibbling his collarbone. He moaned softly and started grabbing at her waist.
"Maybe we can go to the beach," she said seductively. Rountree grinned.
"Couple's surfing lessons?" he asked shyly. She grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips. They made out for a few minutes, then he picked her up against him. She wrapped her legs around him and grinned.
At the beach, they were getting surfboards set up when Fatima tripped and landed face-first in the sand. She groaned and got up. By the time they were in the water, Fatima already had to pee. She tried to ignore it but failed. She tried to figure out how to get away from the group without admitting it, but couldn't. She was grateful that she had already been in the water, so worst case scenario, nobody would know if she wet herself. A few hours later, Fatima and Rountree had changed and were about to leave when they passed the small bathroom about two hundred yards away. Rountree noticed Fatima's wiggling.
"You okay?" he asked gently.
"I really need to pee," she admitted sheepishly.
"Can you make it to that bathroom?" he asked nervously. He knew full well they hadn't brought any extra clothes.
"I think so. Will you give me a piggyback ride?" she asked as they walked over.
"Only if you promise not to pee on me," he said, giving her a warning look. Fatima groaned and crossed her legs tighter. She took off running and made it into the women's room. Rountree waited patiently outside. Fatima came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, hanging her head. Rountree noticed a wet spot on her jeans and gently took her hand in his. He pulled his shirt off and tied it around her waist. "It's fine," he whispered. She let out a tiny sob. Rountree softened and pulled her close. "It's okay, it happens," he whispered.
"I just peed myself, why are you being so nice?" she mumbled into his chest.
"It's okay, it happens. Let's get you back to my place, okay?" he whispered. She sniffled and let him put a towel on the passenger seat for her. She was silent for the next few hours, incredibly embarrassed about what happened. Rountree was gentle and promised her that he would pretend it never happened.
By dinner, she was happy again, serving him homemade pizza and salad.