So Iām in the car with a friend. Weāre close and I know sheās into omo, but weāve never done anything together. Iām feeling really sleepy and itās warm out. Weāve been drinking apple juice which is my favourite. Weāve been driving a lot, but weāll be at the hotel in about two hours. I need to pee, but not super badly. I can hold it.
Itās warm, and Iām getting really sleepy. Sheās drinking some more juice and asks me if I want some. I have a sip, but my bladder starts to feel really uncomfortable. We drive past a rest stop. I just notice it and then itās gone and Iām really mad at myself for not saying anything. Iām nibbling my lip.
āHow long do you think itāll be?ā I say.
She tells me about an hour and forty minutes. Thatās nothing, I can hold that long. I shut my eyes. I remember being a kid and having to go real bad in the back of the car, and asking them to stop but they wouldnāt. I remember a little bit leaking out and then a little bit more. It felt so warm. Uh-oh, I realise thatās the wrong thing to think about, because I gotta go even more.
I look for more rest stops, but I donāt think there are any before the hotel. Weāre turning off the main road now, and onto the windy country roads with way less people and less chance to pull over. I feel kinda shy about my need even though I donāt think my friend would be annoyed. Itās better not to say anything. I nibble my thumb.
Then two bad things happen: we get stuck behind a really slow tractor for ages, and the next road weāre on is really rough and full of holes and I feel it right in my bladder. My hand goes between my legs and I really gotta go and I feel little and anxious.
āUh oh,ā I say. Thatās not a very grown-up thing to say but I feel so anxious and all I can think about is that I gotta pee.
āWhatās wrong?ā my friend says.
I chew my lip. āI gotta pee really bad,ā I say at last.
āOh dear,ā she says. āHow bad?ā
āUmmm.ā I squeeze my hand between my legs. It really hurts now. āI donāt think I can make it much longer.ā
She puts her hand on my knee. āItās about an hour, still, to the hotel. We lost time behind that damn tractor.ā
I whimper. I canāt help it. āI gotta go now. Iām sorry. Can we pull over?ā
āIāll try,ā she says. The road isnāt busy, but itās really narrow, and there are houses all round with big gardens. Thereās no place I could go behind a bush, but no restaurants or shops either.
I hadnāt realised it was so bad. At first I felt sleepy and it seemed like I could just hold it. But I gotta go like burning now, and I keep wriggling. I feel almost like I might panic, you know, because itās so bad and I canāt keep it in, but I have to and I donāt know what to do.
āThereās a towel in the backseat for emergencies,ā my friend says.
Iām not sure what she means. Is she giving me permission to pee myself? But wouldnāt she be mad at me if I did that? We talked about omo a few times before, but itās never been a reality. My cheeks are hot. āUhh?ā I ask her.
āItās OK, you can sit on it. If you leak, itās OK.ā
āI feel like I might burst,ā I tell her honestly. āI gotta go so so bad. Iām sorry.ā
āItās OK. I donāt mind,ā she says. āWeāve talked about this before, remember.ā
I grab the towel. Iām shifting from one thigh to the other and each bump in the road makes me feel like Iām going to let go. āBut itās different when itās your car,ā I say.
I put the towel under my butt. Iām tearing up. I donāt mean to but I just have to go so bad and itās so sore and I donāt want it to happen. I nibble my thumb. Then I feel it, a little hot leak in my pants, and I whimper.
āDid you go a little?ā
āUh-huh.ā My eyes are full of tears, one run downs my cheek.
āAww, honey. You should just let go. We did drink a lot of juice.ā
āDonāt talk about juice,ā I try to joke. I squirm hard. It hurts so bad. Now that one leak has come out, I find myself relaxing just a little, and another leak comes out and wets my bottom. Ooooh. That does feel a little better, but once I clamp down Iāve got to go as bad as ever.
āAre you sure you wonāt be mad if I get your car wet?ā I say.
āDonāt worry, honey,ā she says. āIāve been there.ā
Iām still looking out the window for someplace to stop. But I canāt help letting a little more out. It feels so good. I ball my hands into fists, trying to hold tight. When I move my hands away from my crotch I can see that itās soaked, and itās super obvious because Iām wearing thin beige trousers.
āIām having an accident,ā I say softly, as I feel another trickle come out. Itās SO HARD to hold on now that Iāve started, and I feel it running down my leg, a long warm gush.
āI know,ā my friend says. āItās OK, you can clean up at the hotel.ā
I whimper again. I feel so little and so warm in the car, and so naughty. Even though sheās said itās OK I canāt believe Iām letting this happen. I feel it run between my legs, and suddenly Iām really letting go, itās too hard to stop, and thereās a loud hissing sound and Iām just going and going.
The pee soaks through the towel and ends up on the floor of the car too. I canāt believe it. It feels so good too, now itās begun I suddenly feel so relaxed, so warm and safe and wet. āUh oh,ā I find myself whispering, as I feel my shoes squelch.
āDonāt worry,ā my friend says. āItās pretty hot, actually. And Iām glad youāre not sore any more.ā
āIāve never done anything like that before,ā I say.
āIt doesnāt feel so bad, does it?ā she says.
And now Iām wet and relaxed, I have to agree with her. It feels naughty and strange and good.
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