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  1. It makes me exceedingly sad that this is over - this was one of the best works I've seen in a long time and it just kept getting better and better. Good luck in your future endeavors and thanks for the wonderful stories!
  2. drummerdevil

    The Best Friend

    Part II Chapter 1 The bell rang, and we were free. Freshman year of high school was over, and Sophie, Katie and I were so ready for a summer away from the stress of it all. Life had been very different since where we left off, and so I’m going to go through a nice brief recap. It took all year for people to stop talking about what had happened in that room. Katie’s mom had been called, and that was the first time we learned that Katie’s parents were so restrictive that it was abusive. When she came into school with bruises the next day, Sophie and I were shocked. Mr. Dirole eventually had to call child protective services, and Katie was in a foster home within the month. Because of all the gossip about those two things, Katie became completely immune to the hate. Because of this immunity to hate, she was able to do things that would leave us all embarrassed to the point of shutting down: she would wet herself in public, she would be naked in the woods five feet away from people; anything that she wanted to do, she was going to do. As a result of this complete lack of dignity, she matured sexually a lot faster than most girls and even faster than most of the guys. Legend has it that she lost her virginity willingly to a high school pedophile when she was in fifth grade, simply because she was horny and no one in fifth grade was going to help her with that. Throughout middle school and freshman year of high school, she quickly gained a reputation as the class slut. The first couple of guys were almost revered, but once it became apparent how easy Katie was, it more became a check mark on the “to do” list. Now, I was still friends with Katie, to be sure. We hadn’t grown apart at all. I had just gotten super lucky that she had lost all feelings for me, and we were both completely happy in the friendzone. I was still a virgin, which amazed all of the guys when I told them considering that everyone knew how close I was with Katie. Honestly, I was more embarrassed for Katie than Katie was embarrassed for Katie. She did not care about anything. She was very open with anyone who asked about her desires. No one had ever seen her use a bathroom at school, but plenty of people had seen her pee. She loved to wear short skirts with no underwear on, and because the principals at both our middle and high school had been complete pedophiles, all it took was a little bit of action in order to not get in trouble at all. Still, despite what everyone thought they knew of Katie, I knew the real Katie. I knew that she was a girl who was struggling with everything and coping in the best way that she knew. I knew that she never really wanted to leave her biological parents and that her foster parents really had no knowledge or desire in raising a child. I was the shoulder that was always there for her to cry on, and I was always there to help out before she even knew that she needed my help. Most of the guys in my school thought I was dating Katie. I wasn’t. I was still single. The reason for this was that I had really wanted to convince Sophie to be my girlfriend, but I hadn’t had the balls to ask her out for fear of being shut down. Therefore, I was still unofficially in the friendzone. But tonight, I was getting my answer one way or another. We were meeting up to celebrate finishing freshman year successfully, just the two of us. We were going to have a picnic out in a field and then ride our bikes to the movie theater and watch some movie that had been out for a while, so we could just talk. Well, talk and watch Sophie wet herself. She wasn’t into public wetting at all, but she told me that she really wanted to try peeing in a movie theater. That night, I found myself stressing about what I was wearing, how my hair looked, and a whole bunch of other stuff that never crosses my mind. I eventually told myself that I would seem weird if I put on more of an effort than I usually did, and so I ended up wearing just my normal shorts and a t shirt to meet up. I tossed a bunch of food in my backpack, not really noticing or caring about what I was grabbing. I also made sure to grab plenty of sugary drinks, because I knew what a sweet tooth she had. When I got to the field where we were meeting, I was not for the first time blown away by how beautiful she was. As she had said, she was wearing a dress, and I knew that she had a change of panties tucked away in her backpack. When I reached her, she smiled up at me mischievously. I was blown away by how good she looked. Her hair was wavy and hung down her back. Her breasts, while small, were very clearly present and the revealing dress meant that I wasn’t going to be able to think tonight. “I have a gift for you,” she giggled. “Oh? What’s that?” “I’m giving you full control of my bladder for the night. That means you get to control what I drink and when I pee.” “Oh, man, that sounds awesome for me and absolutely awful for you. Let’s eat.” I started pulling food out of my bag, set a couple of sodas in front of her, and we just ate. We sat there for about an hour, eating and talking about the year and quite frequently catching the other person staring. I was beginning to have hope that she would agree to be my girlfriend. Eventually, we stood up and headed to the movie theater. The movie we were watching was only in theaters for a couple more days, which meant that we would likely have the theater to ourselves. We walked in and I headed immediately to the concession stand. “Two medium popcorns, two large cokes and a bottle of water.” I snuck a glance at Sophie out of the corner of my eye, who was horrified for a second before composing herself and resolving to not pee until I said she could. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, “Both cokes are for you.” Her eyes widened but she nodded. When we got into the theater, I found that my wish had been granted: we had the theater to ourselves. We headed for the back, and as Sophie sat down she hiked up her dress so that she wasn’t sitting on top of it. “How bad are you?” “I would normally have already been looking for the bathroom. It’s not urgent, but it’s definitely there.” “Well, it’s about to be a lot more there. Start drinking. One of those cokes will be gone twenty minutes from now.” “But it’s so much!” “Well then, you better get to it, huh? We both know how much you love coke, anyway.” “That is true.” And sure enough, she put that straw to her lips and began to suck away. My mind slipped to fantasies of her putting other things in between her lips and sucking, and I forced myself to not think about that. I knew that I couldn’t do that to myself, not until I had some time and privacy to do something about it. After about a half hour of mindless chatter about how horrible the action movie playing was, I noticed Sophie casually put a hand between her legs. “Starting to feel it?” “Oh, yeah. And if I know my body, I’m about to really start feeling it.” “Well, good. You’re not getting up to go to the bathroom before this movie ends.” “I know. I’m also totally not going to last until this movie ends, either.” “Correct. Is that first coke finished?” “Yes.” “Alright, start on the second one, but there’s no rush here. Too much Coke and you could start having stomach issues, and that would ruin the night.” “Very true. I’ll be careful to not let anything spoil what has been so amazing already and is guaranteed to get better.” We continued our chatter for a while, and Sophie was definitely beginning to squirm around. Light fidgeting turned into heavy fidgeting, and before long she had both her hands shoved into her crotch and was rocking around in her seat. “Please can I pee, Dav?” “Not yet. I know you can hold it.” She let out a moan and crossed her legs, being careful not to remove her hands from her crotch. “I can’t hold it much longer! Oh! I just leaked a little!” “OK, how about this. You can pee as soon as you answer one question.” “OK, shoot.” “Will you be my girlfriend?” She looked at me for a second, and my heart stopped in that moment. I was ready to just run out of that theater and cry on my bed for an hour. Finally, after a torturously long period, she just started laughing. This, of course, increased her need to pee more, and I saw a trickle of pee begin to leave her seat. “What’s so funny?” “Sorry, it’s just… I was under the impression that we were already dating.” “News to me.” “Well, we’ve been spending all of our time together for years, we just sat and talked today and then you paid for my food and all that. And, of course, I don’t just relinquish control of my bladder to anyone.” “So is that a yes?” “That’s a you’re-an-idiot-because-we-were-already-dating. Now can I pee?” “I want to see you have a real accident.” “How much time do we have?” “We have over an hour.” “Well, ok.” And despite her efforts, she only lasted about five more minutes. By the end, I was seeing squirts emerge regularly, and eventually she screamed, “I CAN’T HOLD IT!” She pulled her dress up, and looked down. I saw her underwear, which was pink and had a darker pink area around the crotch. As I watched, a massive stream emerged from her, spreading into the seat before the seat couldn’t hold any more. The puddle then spread to the floor, spreading several seats down before it finally stopped after a full minute. I had a raging boner and Sophie looked to be on the edge of an orgasm. She looked at me sheepishly. “I had an accident.” “Yes, it appears you did. Do you want me to change you?” “Oh, yes, please.” So I did. I pulled down her panties, revealing to me for the first time her lovely, shaved pussy that was dripping wet with pee and her juices. “Hmm, there’s nothing to wipe you with. I guess I’ll just have to use my mouth.” And before she could object, I had my whole head down there, licking and sucking away and very quickly bringing her to orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy as her body spasmed in the chair. After a minute, she looked down at my lap and grinned. “Let me help you with that.” She pulled my dick out of my pants and placed it in her mouth, and suddenly every fantasy I had ever had was coming true. I felt myself approaching orgasm dangerously fast, having never done this before. She took her head off and glared at me. “No finishing before the main event.” “Does that mean…” “Yes. Dav, I am going to fuck you in this movie theater.” “I don’t have a condom…” “I don’t care. I’m not stopping now.” And she didn’t. She climbed right on top of me and slid me inside of her. Being both of our first times, of course, it was very sloppy and ended in less than five minutes. But it was the most amazing five minutes of our lives.
  3. drummerdevil

    The Best Friend

    Thanks for the support, guys! Unless you guys have a major objection with this, I'm probably going to advance the story to when the kids are about 15, where I feel like the story would be more entertaining. I wrote the story from the perspective of an adult looking back so that I could do this. I'm fine not doing it if someone really doesn't want me to, though. Are there any major objections to that?
  4. drummerdevil

    The Best Friend

    Chapter 8 When we got to school, Katie rushed over to us with an annoyed expression on her face. “You guys just left me there yesterday!” I looked at Sophie, whose decision it had been. She merely shrugged. “We got bored and went home.” “I got so worried! I ran around looking for you guys!” Then she shrugged. “Hey, Dav, come find me later and I’ll tell you what I did last night.” The look I got from Sophie was so pointed that even I couldn’t have misinterpreted it. “I think I’m good.” “Are you sure? I had a lot of fun…” “I am completely sure, Katie.” “Hmph. Anyway, I have so many plans for today! I’m not wearing any panties, and I’m not going to the bathroom. I’m going to drink so much and after school, I’m going to burst so hard!” “Sounds entertaining! Hope you don’t get caught!” “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t,” She said to me. “Although, if I do, it might be more fun.” “Trust me, it won’t be,” said Sophie, speaking up for the first time. “Spoken like someone with experience! Care to share?” Sophie glanced around and then shook her head. “Lunchtime. We don’t have the time or privacy now.” “Oh, come on, live a little.” “There’s living a little and then there’s living so much that you’re no longer living. No, thanks.” “Alright, fine.” Katie reached into her backpack and pulled out the biggest bottle I had ever seen. “Wow, Katie, that’s massive!” I exclaimed. “Thanks! It holds two liters. I plan to drink at least two or three of these before lunch.” “Katie, you don’t have that kind of capacity,” said Sophie. “You expect to be able to drink that and still hold it until the end of the day?” “Maybe I want to be caught.” “I can’t say I advise it, but you do you.” Class was starting, so we had to go to our seats and end the conversation. I have to say, though, that once class started Katie got about as much of my time as the actual classwork did. I couldn’t stop looking at Katie as she drank a ton of water and slowly began to fidget. I paid a lot of attention when she suddenly took in a sharp breath and shoved a hand up her skirt. I watched closely, waiting to see her pee, but all I got was a tiny little squirt from her seat before she managed to clamp it off. It was enough, though. I knew that she wasn’t making it the whole day. At lunch, Katie was again very quick to sit down as close to me as was physically possible, and I couldn’t move away because of how crowded the cafeteria was. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t preventable. “Change of plans,” Katie said. “Oh?” I asked, intrigued by what she was going to do. “I’m not going to be able to hold it all day. I overestimated my capacity. So what I’m going to do is let out a little bit in a bunch of places and try not to get caught. Seems interesting, right?” “Um, yeah, I guess,” I stuttered out. My mind was racing with the possibilities and Katie smiled, knowing that she had this power over me. “Oh, Sophie, you were going to tell us the story behind why you don’t like getting caught?” “Right.” She looked around, judged that no one was going to listen in, and leaned in close to us. “Alright, here’s what happened. Last year, I paid my grandma a visit for thanksgiving. Now, I’m not sure if you know this about me Katie, but I love peeing in places that aren’t the toilet and actually hate using toilets, and this trip was no exception. During the meal, I drank tons of the sparkling cranberry juice, because it was the only time when I was allowed to have it, you know? I had to take advantage of the opportunity. “Grandma was always a stickler for tradition, so every one of the guys was in a suit, and every girl was wearing a dress. I wore a dress that came down to about my knees. The only other issue with grandma was that her house was pretty small, and so she only had one bathroom. This quickly became a problem, especially when it was thanksgiving or Christmas and twenty people would be in her house, all needing to use the bathroom. “Anyway, this thanksgiving I was feeling kind of naughty, so I didn’t want to use the bathroom at all. I figured I would hold it as long as possible and then find a hidden spot to pee. I waited for a long time, all the while drinking a lot. Eventually, I began to really feel it. I couldn’t sit still; I couldn’t keep my hands out of my crotch. Before it became too obvious, I excused myself to go read. I could get away with this because I was an avid reader and quite antisocial at the time. “So I took a book and went off to one of the bedrooms, tucked myself away in a closet and began to read. I must have been there for an hour, and my condition got worse the whole time. I went from light fidgeting to a hand pressed on my crotch to a hand shoved up my dress to two hands up my dress, squirming desperately around on the floor. Eventually, it got to a point where I couldn’t have gone to the bathroom even if I’d wanted to, which I didn’t. “So I went ahead and I pulled up my dress around my waist and I squatted down and I began to pee. And man, that was one of if not the best pee of my life. It must have come for 40 seconds at least, and I fully soaked the carpet of that closet. Great experience, but what happened next was not so wonderful. Because at that moment, my mom came looking for me. And she found me. In that closet. With my dress around my waist and my panties a far darker shade of pink than they had been this morning and the carpet a darker shade of green. “I don’t need to describe what my punishment was, but let’s just say that there’s a reason I’m always super careful to never get caught any more. That’s why I think you’re making a bad decision here, Katie. There are bad enough consequences that some things just aren’t worth the risk.” “Wow, that seems like such a terrible yet amazing experience!” I said. “Obviously, it sucks that you got punished, but it’s cool that you got to fully wet yourself at your grandma’s house!” “It was fun, but the punishment meant that it wasn’t worth it. Katie, how are you doing?” Katie giggled. “Not good, which is good. I’m going to let out a nice little squirt here on the floor and then spill my water bottle.” Even Sophie had to smile at that one. “Good. You’re learning how to not get caught.” “Oh, I don’t know about that. I still want to be caught. Maybe I want to be punished.” “Katie, that’s weird,” I exclaimed sincerely. Katie sniffed at me and then grinned. “I’m going.” I glanced under the table to see a nice little stream coming off the bench and onto the floor, forming a small puddle before Katie clamped off the stream and “accidentally” leaned over the table for her water and grabbed it wrong. When we went outside for recess, I knew Katie was going to pee, probably multiple times. We spent most of lunch walking around and talking about pointless stuff, but there were interesting times. Katie peed three times on the back field. The first time, we had gotten away from everyone, and Katie pretended to squat down to point at a leaf while she let loose a vicious ten second stream from underneath her short little skirt. The second time, Katie said that she needed to take a break from walking and she sat down on the ground. She pulled up her skirt so she wasn’t sitting on it and she visibly relaxed. When she stood up, where there had been dirt there was now mud. The third time was the riskiest and most fun of them all. She stood in an area that was fairly kid-dense and she peed a little while standing up. I’m pretty sure at least one boy saw her, but he was a bro and he didn’t say anything to the teachers about it. We had a good laugh about that, and Katie admitted there was pee all over her legs and that she wasn’t going to clean it off. While we were walking back into the classroom, Katie told us that she definitely still had to pee and didn’t plan on going to the bathroom. I asked her how she planned on managing this and she only giggled again and stated that she had no idea how she was going to do it. Throughout afternoon class, I was even more focused on her than the class. As I watched her, she quickly became desperate. I noticed that while she had gotten better at hiding it, she still had clenched fists, looked visibly tense and was shaking a little in such a way that she probably didn’t even notice it. The lesson was something that Katie certainly didn’t want to have to participate in: it was an interactive lesson on the water cycle. Mr. Dirole was constantly calling kids up to the promethean board to demonstrate certain things, and I knew that Katie was dreading when she might be called up. Finally, just before school ended and she started to think she was going home free, and when she was at her most desperate, Mr. Dirole said, “ok, for the last one, Katie, will you please come on up here?” I saw her gulp before she walked up. She took the smallest steps she could take without being obvious about her predicament. When she got up there, she stood with her legs tightly together. There was only one option left on the board. When she dragged precipitation into the correct spot, it blasted a trumpet so loud and sudden that I flinched harshly at it. Then, it played the sound of rain for almost a minute. During this minute, I saw a tear fall down Katie’s cheek. She shoved a hand into her crotch, but it evidently didn’t help, as not fifteen seconds into the water torture Katie’s bladder gave out, sending waves of pee down her legs. It must have been almost a minute before it stopped, probably because the stream was very restricted as she tried to control it. After it was done, she was sobbing into her hands. I wanted to go up and comfort her, but wasn’t willing to risk both of us getting in trouble since one of us definitely already was. Mr. Dirole had been remarkably oblivious during the whole process, but he finally noticed when the whole class was laughing and pointing and talking to each other. He turned to Katie, and took in the whole picture: a little girl, crying into her hands, streaks down her legs and a puddle underneath her. He put his hand on her shoulder. “Katie…”
  5. drummerdevil

    The Best Friend

    Chapter 7 "Um... shouldn't we go back and find Katie? Surely she's confused right now." "Oh, no," Sophie said with gritted teeth. "Katie knows exactly why she was left down there." "Why was she left down there?" "Oh, sweetie," Sophie said. "Someday, when you're older, you'll look back on this and understand. For now, though, you're an idiot." "Thanks, Sophie. Really appreciate that. Look, I'm just gonna go home now. I have homework to do." "Or, there's other things you can do..." "Such as?" Sophie sighed. "Never mind. Let's just go home. Wanna do homework together?" "Sure!" I smiled. "Let's go tell Katie we're leaving." "Nah, let's just leave." "Are you sure? I think we have to tell Katie, or she's gonna be so confused where we went." "I am completely sure. We are going home now. Go grab your stuff." "Oh... ok then." I headed off to the locker room, completely bewildered. I knew Sophie was a nice person. Why then would she want to do this to Katie? There had to be some big picture I was missing here. But what could it possibly be? After we left the pool, we headed quickly home, where we changed into our everyday clothing and headed to my backyard and up into the tree fort in order to do our homework. As we headed up there, I noticed that Sophie was wearing a tank top and a very short white skirt. She had a large bottle of water with her that she was already sipping from, and she wore a much happier expression on her face than she had worn at the pool. She leaned into me. "Wanna know a secret?" She giggled. I nodded. She giggled some more and slowly lifted up her mini skirt. "I'm not wearing any panties." "Wow, what if you get caught?" "That's what makes this so fun! The fear of being caught is what makes it a fun challenge! Hey, if you don't tell anyone I'll let you touch it." "Wow, are you sure? Mom said no one should ever touch anyone there." "Well, do you want to live by your parents' rules, or do you want to live your own life?" "I... I guess I'll live my own life." I scooted closer to her and gently reached out to touch it. "Hey, why is it so wet?" "Hmm... I'm not sure! But keep touching it, it feels good somehow! Hey, can I see your penis?" I burst out laughing. "Um.. sure!" I pulled down my pants to show it to her. "Hey, can I touch it?" I nodded. "Why's it going all stiff?" "I don't know! It's never done that before! But it feels kind of nice." And, yup, before long we had both had our first orgasms. Just touching each other in an exploratory way. "Hey, Sophie, are you ok?" "Yeah, I think so. This just feels so good! Hey, what's this weird sticky white stuff?" "I'm not sure. I'll have to find out later! Hey, we have homework that we should do." "Yeah, I guess. Hey, wanna do our homework naked?" "But what if someone sees us?" "That's why it becomes so fun! What's life without some risk, right?" "I... guess." We then did our homework for most of an hour. When we finished, we reluctantly put our clothes back on to head out of the fort. "Hang on one sec. I gotta pee." Sophie sat up on the wall of the treehouse and hung her back off of the back wall. Before too long, she sighed in relief and I heard the sound of a stream falling on the leaves below. "What's going on up there?" My mother shouted from the window. I gestured hastily for Sophie to stop. "Sophie just spilled her water bottle." "You better not be peeing off of that treehouse! You know what our neighbors said the last time!" "I know, mom! We aren't!" We quickly headed down from the treehouse. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow," I said. "Yeah! Hey, wanna have a holding contest before school?" "Um... yeah, sure!" "Cool! When you wake up tomorrow, don't pee. Drink a lot at breakfast and show up to school really desperate, alright?" "Ok, sounds good!" _______________________________________________________ The next morning, after waking up, not using the bathroom, and drinking two cups of milk, I was very ready to go to the bathroom. As I headed out the door, I noticed that Sophie was very much in the same predicament. She was grabbing at her crotch. She wore a pink shirt and very short black shorts, and I noticed not for the first time how cute she looked like that. "Morning!" I called. "Morning! I'm not going to be able to hold it all the way to school!" "Me neither!" I laughed. "I didn't realize how badly I always have to go in the morning! I'm already leaking into my pants!" "Isn't this so fun? Just the two of us, no other distractions, trying not to wet ourselves?" "I don't know... if Katie was here it might be a little more fun." Sophie's expression soured. "I don't know. I don't really like Katie that much." "Really? I think she's quite a... oh! I just leaked!" And indeed, I had to clamp both my hands around my penis as a three second squirt leaked itself out into my pants. "I'm going to pee myself!" "Well, at least you're wearing black shorts, so it won't be so visible. Quick, let's go into the woods where we won't be seen!" So the two of us, doubled over, hands in our crotches, headed to the woods at a remarkably slow pace. As soon as we were out of sight, Sophie said this: "OK, here's the deal. On the count of three, we both completely let go of ourselves and see how long we can hold it before we completely pee ourselves. Got it? Ok, 1, 2, 3!" We both released ourselves and held it in by only willpower (and sphincter muscles). I lasted about two minutes before I leaked again, for about three seconds. Then again, for about five seconds. And again, and again, and all of a sudden the leaks weren't stopping and I was peeing myself. Pee gushed into my shorts, down my leg, into my shoe, and onto the ground below. It felt so good that I had to moan in relief. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I'm going to pee! I'm going to- I'm peeing!" And indeed she was. Pee streamed from her shorts, making two separate streams going down her legs, running into her shoes, mixing with my puddle and creating one massive puddle. She had been squatting, but she promptly fell onto her but midway through her pee. She started moaning without stopping, and her body was giving little spasms. I noticed that my penis was hard, and before long it felt really good. "Hey, there's more of that sticky white stuff from yesterday in my pants..."
  6. drummerdevil

    The Best Friend

    Chapter 6 "You know you're not allowed to be here!" The voice continued, and we now saw that it was a playground supervisor who had followed us. Quickly, Sophie stepped up. "Sorry, ma'am, we were just looking at some cool plants back here." The teacher gave us the ugly eye, but eventually just led us back to the main area. We immediately ran off to the furthest corner from everyone that we were allowed to go, so as to not be interrupted while we talked. The only occasions when someone would come near us was when they chased a ball, and we were very good at closing our mouths when they came by. "That was so much fun!" Katie giggled. "I want to keep doing that!" For the first time today, Sophie also seemed genuinely happy. "Isn't it so great? Especially when you almost get caught!" "Yeah, that was scary! Imagine, she only came to find out what we were doing!" We had a good laugh about that. "So, Katie, do you want to hang out after school and maybe we can go to the pool?" Sophie asked, obviously in a much better mood. "I don't know... I mean I want to but I don't think my parents would let me." "Why not?" I asked, immediately concerned. "They're just... really strict. They always want me to be doing something productive." "Swimming is exercise," I pointed out. "That's a good point. I'll try that out and see if it works. In the meantime, how am I going to change my panties?" "That's for you to figure out," Sophie said. "Now, we gotta go back in." And indeed, the whistle had been blown, and the students of our school dutifully trudged back inside to plop themselves on chairs and stare at an electronic screen for a few hours before they would happily race home to... plop themselves on chairs and stare at an electronic screen for hours. "Maybe Mr. Dirole will let me go to the bathroom," Katie suggested. "I doubt it. You just had lunch and recess to go at," Sophie pointed out. "He expected you to go then." "I'll tell him I forgot." "I don't think he'll let you. He's all about taking 'an active and unique approach to subjects that are otherwise dull and dreary'," I quoted from the letter that we had been given to take home to our parents. "I don't think he wants much interfering with that." "Surely using the bathroom shouldn't be denied?" Katie exclaimed. "I mean, it's a basic need!" "Katie, I'm sick of the complaining. Just wait out the day in your panties. If they get too cold, just warm them back up with a tiny little squirt," Sophie drawled while rolling her eyes. The devilish, mischevious look was back in Katie's eyes. "That actually seems like a really fun idea. I'm going to do that." We had arrived at our classroom and we headed to our seats. For the remainder of the day, which was a math lesson and a lesson on rocks, Katie was constantly glancing over at me, often making faces and once placing her hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. I tried to ignore her; after all, I had an education to get. But do you know how hard it is to focus when someone is constantly glancing at you, trying to communicate with you? It was a wonder I completed my worksheets. As soon as the bell rang, most of the class immediately stood up, grabbed their backpacks, and bolted out to the buses. We took a little more time, making sure our plans for the afternoon were set up. "Alright, so we go to my house, and if my parents let me go then I'll change into my bathing suit and we can go to the pool," Katie explained. "Sounds good," I replied. We headed out to the buses. About halfway out, Katie giggled. At our inquisitive looks, she looked around and then explained in a hushed voice, "I still haven't changed out of my wet panties and now I'm not going to get to! Also, I'm starting to have to pee." "Don't," I said immediately. "Wait until we get to the pool. We can have a holding contest and see who can hold it the longest." "Are you sure? That's not sanitary." "Oh, come on. Everyone pees in the pool." "I don't!" Katie exclaimed. "Ew! That's gross!" "Katie, have you actually never peed in the pool?" Sophie asked. "No! It's dirty!" "Katie, everyone pees in the pool. You might as well join us," Sophie stated irritatedly. "Honestly, you never break the rules, do you?" "Well, no, not until today." "But wasn't today fun?" Sophie pressed. "Well, yeah..." "So why don't you keep breaking the rules? It's so fun to get away with this stuff." Katie now had a determined look on her face. "You're right. I'm going to live by my rules, not by my parents'." "That's the spirit. Come on, we're gonna miss our bus!" Yes, I did get teased on that bus ride and for years afterward about sitting with two girls. The way I see it, all the other guys were jealous. By the time they had their first relationships in high school, I'd been hanging with girls for years, building trust and relationships the whole time. I got a head start on everyone, and all it cost was some teasing. Well, ok, a lot of teasing. Like non-stop, in-your-face teasing. Whatever. Drown out the haters. When we walked up to Katie's house, I was struck by how perfectly cut the grass was, and how the bushes were trimmed just so, and the plants were arranged in a super specific manner. I raised my eyebrows but said nothing more. After all, for all I knew, this was what houses were supposed to look like and mine just looked terrible. After Katie went into the house, I heard shouting, begging, and then in a few minutes Katie came out with her bathing suit and a backpack full of pool supplies. "Alright, I'm ready to go!" "Great! Now Sophie and I have to go to our houses and put on our bathing suits, and then we can go down to the pool and have fun! Hey, do you have a bottle of water in that bag?" "Uh... let me check." After a moment of rummaging, she affirmed that statement. "Great. Start drinking from it." "Why am I the only one who has to drink?" She complained. "Think about this, Katie: you're the only one who's peed today. We haven't peed. You have some catching up to do," Sophie said. "I really have to pee right now." "Same," I said. "Honestly, I'm not sure I can make it to the pool. You still look calm. So you need to drink." She sighed and began to drink. Pretty soon we were at our houses. I bolted inside, threw on my bathing suit, grabbed sunscreen and a towel and was out in about two minutes. As I walked out my front door, my need to pee really hit me for the first time. I stopped to hold myself for a couple of seconds before continuing all the way down to the street. Katie was there waiting on the street for me. "Is Sophie still getting changed?" I asked. Katie nodded. "Yeah, sometimes some people just take forever to get changed." "Actually, she's a pretty fast changer. I wouldn't be surprised if she was out here in less than a minute." "That gives us plenty of time to ourselves then. You want to see my wet panties and what I've been doing to them?" "What? Ew, no!" I exclaimed, jumping away from her. "You're still wearing your wet panties?" "Well, they're mostly dry by now, but yes I am." "You haven't changed them yet?" "I'm seeing how long I can wear them before I get caught. You know, break the rules and all that. Hey, maybe I should change them out here. Ain't nothing like a risk, right?" "But that's illegal! You don't want to go to jail!" "Oh, come on! It'd be so fun!" "It's not allowed!" "I'm trying not to live by the rules!" "Katie, don't you dare do that." "Oh, I'm going to do that." And she did. She sat down there, on the curb next to the road, hiked up her skirt, yanked off her panties, waited a minute, pulled her panties out of her bag, and slowly slid them up her legs before lowering her skirt. I heard someone clear their throat behind me and jumped around. Sophie was standing there, and boy, was she pissed off. I knew immediately that she had seen the whole thing, and that she didn't like it one bit. "Oh, hi, Sophie! I was just getting changed," Katie said. "I noticed," Sophie drawled. "In the meantime, why don't we go down to the pool? I kind of need to use the oversized toilet." As she said that, she casually slid a hand down her leg and into her crotch, giving herself a tight squeeze before walking off at a brisk pace towards the pool. "Man, what's her problem?" Katie asked me. I shrugged before catching up to Sophie. I caught Katie by enough surprise that I had time to whisper "I'll explain tomorrow" in Sophie's ear before Katie caught up to us. "Can you guys warn me before you start sprinting?" Sophie laughed, but it seemed forced. "Sprinting? This is the pace that we always walk at. Not that you've been around Dav long enough for you to have noticed that and adapted to it." Katie seemed taken aback, but she didn't comment further on that. We walked in awkward silence for a couple of minutes before I exclaimed, "oh, I have to pee so bad! Guys, let's hurry. I don't want to wet myself before we get to the pool!" Sophie immediately quickened her pace to match mine, once again leaving Katie a little bit behind us. I could tell Sophie wanted to keep her on edge, to keep her guessing. "What's the matter, too slow to keep up with us?" Sophie called, not even turning over her shoulder to look at Katie. "I'M NOT SLOW! YOU GUYS ARE MEAN!" Katie exclaimed, catching up to us and even going a little ahead of us. "WHO'S SLOW NOW?" Just then, I had to stop for a minute in order to grab myself and stop the spurt of pee that was threating to leak out into my swim trunks. While they were dark, I still didn't want to have an accident, not yet anyway. "You ok?" Sophie asked, immediately concerned. "I'm about to have an accident. I need to get to that pool now!" Amazingly, I made it to the pool before I wet myself. I raced through the locker room, barely stopping to leave my stuff. I stood just outside the locker room, legs crossed, both hands down my swim trunks, foot tapping, waiting on the girls. Finally, they emerged. Katie wore a light blue one piece, and I noticed that the area around the crotch was a little darker than the rest. Sophie wore a bright pink bikini that was absolutely tiny, and this had a larger dark spot in the crotch. She was also squirming, completely unable to hold still. "I'm going to lose it as soon as I get in the pool," I remarked, pulling my hands out of my bathing suit. "Let's go up there!" Immediately, I headed for the diving board, stopping twice to bend over, place my hands in my crotch, squeeze, and take rapid breaths. I leaked a couple of times, and began to feel a growing wet spot that threatened to send pee dripping down my legs. I sprinted down the diving board, leapt, and dove in the water. As I jumped up in the air, my bladder gave in and released itself into my shorts. The relief was amazing, and I continued to pee a full stream as I headed to the shallow end, where the girls were easing themselves in. It became obvious very quickly that both desperately needed the bathroom and that both were completely determined to hold on. "Give up! You know I have a bigger bladder," Sophie exclaimed. "I will not give up. I don't have accidents, I pee where I want to." "Ha! You had an accident earlier!" "No, that was a controlled pee where I wanted to pee." "Are you kidding? You had to pee in the cafeteria! Uh!" That last sound was accompanied by a full jolt of her body. "I just leaked a little. I'm still in control here." "You're so going to lose! I don't even really have to pee!" Despite that bold claim, Katie's hands were inside of her bathing suit, pushing desperately on her crotch. "I don't have to... what are you doing? Stop! Stop!" For Sophie had leaned over with the hand she wasn't using to clutch at herself and was tickling Katie with ferocity. "This is cheating!" "There is no cheating in this game! Pee!" And Katie did. Not ten seconds of the tickle torture in, as I dipped underwater I noticed a very highly pressurized stream of pee leaving Katie's body. She moaned in relief, even as she was mad at herself for having lost the competition. "You... cheated!" "I did not cheat. Now, I'm going to choose to relieve myself. Outside of the pool, where I'm only letting Dav watch and not you. Come with me, Dav." And she did lead me out of the pool and up on a hill where no one could see us. "Oh, god, I'm going to pee!" She squatted down and peed through her bathing suit. She watered the grass, the weeds, the plants, her legs, her feet, everything! She was so overjoyed to relieve herself that she moaned in relief and her body shook with the joy of having finally relieved herself! She continued to pee for almost a minute. Then, she stopped, sat down in the grass, turned to me and asked, "What do you want to do now?"
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    The Best Friend

    Not really my thing, but maybe someday I'll be in the mood.
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    The Best Friend

    Suggestions are welcomed, weighed, and generally ignored, but I like to read them anyway.
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    The Best Friend

    Author's Note: I finally got some ideas for continuing it, and I hope that I will continue to keep it going now. Chapter 5 "That was cool," Sophie said, looking at me. "Cool? She's gonna tattle on us!" "No she isn't." "What makes you so sure?" I questioned, beginning to walk back towards civilization. "I just know. Girls know. Now, turn around, I have to change!" I blushed deeply and turned until she said that I was good to start walking back. She had changed into a pair of shorts that was identical to the ones she had wet in, without, obviously, the wet patch all across them. Evidently, she had planned this out beforehand. When I pointed this out to her, she simply giggled and told me that she was always prepared. The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed from a good night's sleep, ready for whatever the day had in store for me. I headed downstairs to eat breakfast and ended up unintentionally drinking several cups of various fluids while I got ready to head out the door. When we arrived in class, I realized for the first time that Katie actually sat right next to us, on Sophie's other side. I had always been too preoccupied with Sophie to notice that anyone sat next to her, let alone make the connection that this girl had probably picked up on what we talked about and was interested enough to follow us. As I sat there, apparently I was too distracted to pay attention to my surroundings until Katie apparently got fed up with calling my name, walked over and slapped me. "What was that for?" I hissed, not wanting to draw attention. "I called your name a million times. You didn't answer," Katie shrugged matter-of-factly. For the first time, I stopped to take in what she was wearing. She wore a pink tank top and then a remarkably short white skirt, the type that I was wondering why her parents let her wear it out of the house. "Do you have any challenges planned for me?" "Hmm... why don't you try to drink a bottle of water every hour?" "But that's... you know what? I like that. I'm going to try that." She had initially begun to complain, but by the time she finished that statement she had a mischevious twinkle in her eye. She headed back to her seat, grinned at me, pulled out a large bottle of water, and began drinking it. Sophie leaned over and whispered something in her ear, but I didn't know what. Just as I was about to ask what she had said, Mr. Dirole came in and started class and I couldn't find out what she had said. Throughout class, most of which was spent in silence while we worked on book projects, I frequently glanced up and saw Katie either drinking or making faces at me or squirming around in her seat. Multiple times, I noticed her asking to go to the water fountain, from which she would return with a full water bottle and a determined expression on her face. By lunchtime, she clearly couldn't sit still. She was shaking all over the place, feet tapping, hands clenched into fists although not in her crotch (apparently, she didn't want to seem like she didn't have to pee. Yeah, right.). On our way down to lunch, Mr. Dirole actually came over to her and quietly asked her if she needed to go to the bathroom. She shook her head vigorously. "Are you sure?" He murmured. "You're squirming around a lot." "I'm just so excited to get to lunch!" She then darted off before he could stop her, and apparently he decided that it wasn't worth his time as he clearly wasn't going to have any success. At lunch, Katie sat down at our table and jammed herself right up against me. Sophie sat down across from me, looked at Katie, and rolled her eyes. I remember at the time, I was super confused as to why she was rolling her eyes. It has, of course, dawned on me by now. "Katie, are you ok?" I asked, noting how much she was sliding around on the bench. "No! I'm bursting here! I'm not going to be able to hold it for much longer!" At this point, she had both her hands shoved up her skirt, evidently not caring any longer if anyone was going to see her. She wiggled furiously up and down the bench, moving almost a foot from side to side. Her hands were twisting around. Her legs crossed, uncrossed, and recrossed as if her life depended on it. "Are you sure you don't just want to go to the bathroom?" "NO! I can hold it!" "You clearly can't..." I trailed off. "Look, Katie, I don't want to get in trouble here. Please just go to the bathroom!" "I CAN'T!" "What do you mean, you can't?" I asked. "I'm going to wet myself if I stand up to go to the bathroom!" "So... you're going to wet yourself no matter what," Sophie spoke up for the first time. "Unless you have magical powers, yes," Katie snapped. "Do what I do. Wet yourself just a little now, and then finish at recess," Sophie offered helpfully. "Oh... ok," Katie said. "I'm going to wet myself now." Within a couple of seconds, every muscle in her body relaxed. In a couple more seconds, I felt something wet hit my leg. I grinned and moved my leg to the side. About fifteen seconds later, Katie said, "OK, I'm stopping now. Ugh, that doesn't even feel better." "Maybe it'll help, though," I offered kindly. "Anyway, recess is only ten minutes now. Surely you can make it ten minutes." "Yeah, I guess," Katie mumbled, hands back into her crotch. "Oh, one more thing we have to do," Sophie said. She then without warning leaned over the table and flicked Katie's bottle of water into her lap. "There, all nice and excused now." "Mmph! A little warning next time, please!" Katie bit back a scream. "I almost just lost complete control!" "Well, isn't that your goal?" "Not here!" I could tell Katie was on the edge of a breakdown, and Sophie seemed to want to push her off that edge. "Ok, girls, calm down. Katie, at least you didn't lose complete control. Sophie, we're all gonna get in trouble if she wets herself fully here. Let's just hold on for now, at least for the next ten minutes." "Fine," Sophie snapped. She then went back to eating her lunch. I noticed, irritatingly enough, that Katie was smushed up against me again, and since the cafeteria was so crowded I couldn't move away. I just had to sit there while this girl rubbed all up against me and squirmed on the bench, clearly desperately needing a trip to the bathroom. Thankfully, ten minutes wasn't that long, and we headed outside to hit the playground. Immediately, Katie took off at a sprint towards the woods, and it was all Sophie and I could do to keep up with her. As soon as Katie realized we were both there, she sat down on the ground, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and released her pee. Her white panties turned almost see through, and there were multiple streams of pee running out of them. On the dirt, a dark, damp circle quickly appeared and spread rapidly towards us. Katie moaned in relief as a day's worth of pee streamed out of her, lasting about 45 seconds. Finally, when it stopped, Katie remarked, "that is the best feeling in the world." Suddenly, from behind us, came a shout of "What are you kids doing?"
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    The Best Friend

    That's actually a really good point, and I'll do my best to incorporate it as best I can.
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    The Best Friend

    Chapter 4 “Oopsie, I didn’t think of that!” She giggled. “I guess I’ll just wait for them to dry. Or, I know, I could jump in the creek and tell my mom I fell in!” “No, that’s a bad idea…” but she had already jumped into the creek and was bouncing around, splashing water everywhere. “Hey, it’s nice in here, you should join me.” “No, thanks…” but she was already pulling me in. I tried to fight it, but for such a small girl she was remarkably strong, and considering I was so skinny she had no trouble getting me into the water and dunking me in it. “Oh, you’ll pay for that one,” I growled, swimming over to her as soon as I surfaced. She squealed with laughter and started swimming quickly away, fleeing in mock terror. Eventually, I caught up to her and yanked her underwater, holding her there for a couple of seconds before letting her surface. “Should we head home?” “I suppose that we should,” She groaned, hopping out of the water and then offering me her hand, which I took to pull myself up. “So, I slipped in the water and then you jumped in after me to make sure I was safe.” “You sure you’re good with being the scrapegoat?” “I got no objection.” “Cool. Let’s head on up then.” As we walked, our clothes only partially dried, and when we got home my mom was two seconds from flipping before Sophia quickly explained what had “happened”. My mom calmed down a little after that, but told Sophie to be more careful and instructed us not to go inside until we had dried off enough that we “wouldn’t be dripping all over my floors and messing everything up, y’hear?” She was then nice enough to bring us out tall glasses of lemonade and a bunch of watermelon that we gorged ourselves on. After eating, Sophie looked at her watch and screamed lightly. “I have to go pick up my little sister from preschool!” “Is she at the town preschool?” “Yes, I think so.” “Well, then, let’s go get her.” “Oh, I don’t need you to help me.” “I know. I want to.” “Thanks!” She exclaimed in a way that brought color to my cheeks, which she laughed at. We walked, chattering on excitedly about something or other; I’ve long since forgotten what. Have two eight-year-olds ever had a meaningful conversation? If so, I don’t remember it. Our town was very small, and so the preschool was merely four or five blocks, a short ten minute walk. When we arrived, her little sister ran up to her, saying “where were you? I hafta go potty so bad! Who is that? Eww, it’s a boy!” Sophia said nothing; she just turned to look at me, rolling her eyes. We walked back to her house, her little sister following the odd rhythm of rushing ahead, stopping to hold her crotch until we caught up with her, then rushing ahead again. When we neared her house, her little sister stopped on their doorstep, said “uh oh,” and looked down at her pink leggings while they turned a far darker shade of pink. Then, obviously not deterred by her accident, she merely shrugged and headed inside. The next day at school would prove to be an eventful one. Sophia wore grey shorts and a teal tank top, and we walked to school together. On our way over, I challenged her to hold it the entire school day. She grinned at me and said, “I don’t know if I can do that, but I’m sure going to try to.” That day, we actually started to get into learning, as we had gone over expectations the prior day and we needed to start learning. I was always a stellar student, and so even having Sophia right next to me did not deter me from paying attention to everything the teacher was saying and then being the first one to finish the assignments. At lunch, I discretely asked Sophia how she was holding up. “I guess I’m ok. I had it bad a couple times in there, and almost leaked once, but I think that I can hold it.” “I don’t want you to wet yourself in class.” “Neither do I, Dav. But I’m not going to back out of a challenge that I’ve already agreed to.” “You really don’t have to follow through with this.” “Yes I do.” From there, I had to back off of her. As I learned that day, she will never back down from a challenge. (Believe me, that was used to my advantage many times – I will probably talk about those experiences sometime later.) During class, I did see her squirming about, and at one point Mr. Dirole even discretely asked her if she needed to go to the bathroom, which she of course denied and simply told him that she was just super excited to learn. He did look skeptical, but he certainly wasn’t going to press the issue. After class, Sophie quickly grabbed her backpack and gestured subtly yet urgently for me to follow her out the door. I did, and followed her while she raced out to the back field and into the woods. Without a word, she dropped her backpack, raced about fifteen feet away from it, squatted down, and began peeing through her shorts. While I watched, a dark patch formed on her grey shorts and began to spread all the way down them until they were almost a uniform shade of darker grey all around. Suddenly, from behind us, we heard a female voice say, “What are you doing?” We both spun around quickly to see a girl from our class standing there, slack-jawed, obviously having seen the whole sequence unfold. She was taller than Sophia, of Asian descent, with long black hair. She wore a pink dress that only came down to around mid-thigh. We both quickly tried to explain what she had just seen unfold, but obviously could not explain that. Fortunately, she didn’t seem appalled, merely intrigued. “I want to try that!” The girl exclaimed. We were both taken aback, but Sophia was a lot more prepared to handle it than I was. “Are you sure you can keep your parents from finding out?” “I’m… I’m not sure.” “Well, do you do your own laundry?” “No…” “Well, then, I would suggest you don’t do it. However, if you still want to try it tomorrow, you could just bring two pairs of panties and throw one of them away.” The girl’s face, which had fallen, brightened immediately. “I’ll do that, then! I’m Katie.” “Nice to meet you, Katie. I’m Sophia. That’s Dav. Do you want to meet us right here tomorrow?” “Sure! See you guys tomorrow!” She then ran off, cheerfully whistling while Sophia and I exchanged a look of relief and excitement.
  12. I don't want it to end, though... this is probably the best story on here.
  13. drummerdevil

    The Best Friend

    Chapter 3 Throughout that day, anytime Sophia and I made eye contact, we couldn’t keep our composure, and twice our teacher almost separated us because we weren’t paying attention. Once, Sophia had to go up to the board to solve a problem, and she was really worried that this was when someone was going to see her. She tried to hold her skirt down as much as possible without drawing attention to herself, and fortunately she managed to, but we had a really hard time containing our giggles afterward. Before too long, school ended for the day. We tossed stuff in our backpacks and headed out to go home. “Hey, want to come to my house?” I asked. “We better go to my house to ask my mom first, but sure!” We went by her house, laughing about how the day had gone. When she got there, she immediately said “stay here” and ran inside, presumably to ask her mom for permission to come to my house. After about five or ten minutes, she came back out wearing the same shirt but now some synthetic gray short shorts. “So you can come over?” “Yeah, my mom was ok with it when I told her we didn’t have homework.” “God, imagine having homework on the first day of school. So, why did you get changed? And isn’t your mom going to find your panties and yell at you?” “I actually asked to do my own laundry so she doesn’t find out about this. I was just getting cold.” “Oh. That’s smart.” We walked up the street to my house. “Want something to drink?” “Yeah, a nice tall glass of water sounds nice,” she said, beginning to fidget again. “If you actually want to go to the bathroom, I think you know where it is, but I get the sense that you don’t.” She winked. “Now why would I waste a perfectly full bladder on a bathroom when we’ve got the afternoon to ourselves?” I grinned. “In that case, I want to see how long you can hold it.” “Deal. Now, are we gonna go play basketball or what?” So we did. It was still summer, and it was a hot day, and Sophia found every possible excuse to go inside and get a drink of water. I swear, she wouldn’t go ten minutes without going and getting a drink. It was the worst basketball we had ever played together: I was too excited to shoot straight; she had to pee too badly. Before long, we decided to stop playing as she couldn’t take her hands out of her crotch long enough to catch and shoot. We decided that since we didn’t want anyone seeing us we were going to walk into the woods. We walked, slowly, while Sophie complained about how badly she needed to pee and could only take small, jerky steps. Eventually, we arrived at a different section of the same creek from last time; this one had a small waterfall in two stages of about three feet each. For such a small creek with such a small amount of water, it sure made a lot of sound. “Oh, man, the sound of that is ridiculous. I’m not gonna be able to hold on for very long.” “It’s 4:22 right now. Can you make it ‘till 4:30?” “Maybe,” she said, jumping from foot to foot. “Oops, I just leaked a little.” “Just hold on. Here, let’s sit down.” We sat on the bank of the creek, and I took my shoes off and dipped my feet in the water. “I would suggest you do this, but I suspect you really can’t.” “Hey, who am I to turn down a challenge? I want to pee myself either way,” she grinned, sliding next to me. “Can you help me get my shoes off, though? I do want to hold it until 4:30.” “You bet,” I said, untying her shoes and pulling them off, with her socks, and placing them next to mine. I looked at my watch, still holding her feet. “4:26.” With that, while I saw a look of horror appear on her face, I began to tickle her feet. “Are you ticklish?” She immediately squealed with laughter. “Stop! I’m going to pee myself!” “Isn’t that the point?” I laughed, continuing to tickle harder. She couldn’t answer, she was gasping for breath, and anytime she could get a breath she let it out immediately in enormous laughs that shook her entire body. Before a minute had passed, she giggled “oops!” and when I looked down at her crotch, there was a dark spot. I stopped tickling to watch as she lay back on the ground, trying to catch her breath as a dark spot grew, spread the whole way down her shorts and onto the ground. That day, there were two waterfalls: one running down the rocks right next to us, and one of urine running into the creek. After around thirty seconds, she had stopped going, but her shorts were a much darker shade of gray. “Oops, I peed myself!” She grinned, sitting up. “One question, though, Soph: how are you going to hide this?”
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    The Best Friend

    Chapter 2 As she had only moved here shortly before school started, we didn’t really do all that much in the week or so of summer that remained. Oh, sure, we hung out every day, and played basketball together most days (I had discovered she was a remarkably good basketball player, almost as good as me), but I didn’t experience her peeing again for the rest of the summer. Then, we had the first day of school. Seeing as the elementary school was just four blocks from our houses, we walked over there as buses didn’t run within so short of a distance. It was the first day of third grade, and we were both excited. Sophia was very nervous, as she didn’t really know anyone around here other than me, but I calmed her down and got her into a more peaceful state of mind the night before school, when we had had one last summer barbecue, right down to her dad burning the chicken. Typical American cookout. On this warm morning, I was just being my normal self and wearing a Duke shirt and basketball shorts. Sophia, on the other hand, came wearing a white tank top and a pink skirt, which really wasn’t her style at all. I guess her parents must have made her do it. We met up outside my house and walked over to school with our parents, them hanging about ten feet back with two very different conversations happening at once. As we walked, I noticed Sophia seemed full of nervous energy, as wasn’t uncommon on first days of school. When we arrived at school, the first order of business was to find out who our teacher was and head to their class. Luckily, we discovered that we had the same teacher, and so would have classes together all year. Sadly, none of my other friends were in that class, but it just meant that I would get to spend more time with her. The way I had heard it, we had gotten a really nice teacher in whose class you didn’t have to try too hard if you didn’t want to (although I really did want to.) For the first probably hour and a half, we just sat in class (the seating chart had by some stroke of fate placed me right next to Sophia), going over rules and expectations. As we went on, I noticed that Sophia had started moving around a bit in her seat, and she had a slight frown. I chalked this up to boredom, as our teacher was still going on about all the stuff he was required to say. After a while, he finally got through with all the regulations, introduced himself, and then we played some basic icebreakers to get to know each other, which was pointless as we all had been going to the same school for four years now and thus knew each other, and anyone new could and would be figured out in a heartbeat. While we stood in a circle tossing around a little ball, I noticed that Sophia couldn’t hold still, even though she tried to hide it. She did everything from bouncing from foot to foot to rubbing her knees together, and I finally put two and two together to figure out that gosh, she needed to pee! When I figured this out, being a third grader, this was very funny news, and even though I had the restraint to keep it to myself it wasn’t easy. I wondered if she was going to pee herself and why she wasn’t asking the teacher if she could go to the bathroom. While I was standing there thinking about this, weird feelings coursed through my body, feelings that I didn’t really understand. The part of my body that up until that point I had only known as the place where pee comes out of was weirdly stiff, and I couldn’t figure out why. I considered asking to see the nurse but fortunately decided against that. God, imagine that conversation. I’m embarrassed here, fifteen years later, just thinking about it. Anyway, Sophia fidgeted throughout the icebreaker, but I guess she was too shy to get the teacher’s attention or something. Before too long, the icebreaker was over and it was time to go to lunch. When we got to the cafeteria I got in line to by my food, since I hated bringing lunch from home, and only realized that Sophia had no idea what was going on when I got back and she was standing in the middle of the cafeteria, looking lost. I asked her with a bemused expression, “What are you doing? Our table’s this way!” “Oh, ok. I had no idea what was going on. Everyone was going different places.” “You brought lunch from home, right?” “Yeah, I have it right here.” “Ok, then we just have to sit at the assigned table. I hope they don’t assign seats this year; it’s so boring when they do. They separate everyone from their friends.” “That sounds awful! I would hate to be separated from you! I don’t know anyone else!” “Well, then, it’s a good thing you know me!” We sat down at the end of the table, away from everyone else, for which I would take teasing later as remember in third grade boys and girls are teased for hanging out with each other. “Hey, why didn’t you ask Mr. Dirole if you could go to the bathroom? It was so obvious that you had to go.” “I guess I just didn’t want to disturb class and embarrass myself.” “Sophia, that’s just a basic human need, and he’s not going to deny it. You did go on your way down, right?” “No, I didn’t. I actually have to pee really bad right now.” “Well, then, ask for a pass to go.” “But I don’t want to! I’m too scared!” “Sophia, I can tell that you need to go. You’re squirming all over the place, you have a hand holding yourself, and you’re making more of a scene than you would if you just asked for a pass. Stop being so stubborn and just go.” “No. I’m going to wait until I get home. The bathrooms at schools are nasty, and in Vermont we didn’t even have soap in ours. I’m not even a germaphobe; it’s just that those bathrooms are disgusting.” “Ok, Sophia, you’re your own person here, but if you pee yourself I’m going to laugh so hard and say ‘I told you so.’” “I’m not going to pee myself,” she denied, squirming around in her seat, looking obviously distressed. “Mmhmm.” I said. She did last through lunch; I’ll give her credit for that. After our conversation, she steered the topic towards Legos or something shallow that elementary schoolers talk about. However, when we went outside for recess, it became obvious to anyone who looked at her that Sophia needed the bathroom, and she needed it now. Two hands were firmly planted in her crotch, and she was moving all over the place while she tried to keep it in. I had given up on trying to get her to go to the bathroom, it was obvious she wasn’t going to listen and she was going to have peed by the end of recess one way or another. Eventually, she said, “Oops, Dav, I just peed a little.” “You peed your pants?” “I’m not even wearing pants. No, I just peed a little in my panties. I’m still dry on my skirt.” I opened my mouth and took a breath, but she cut me off with, “No, I’m not going to go to the bathroom, so quit asking.” “Do you just want to pee your panties?” “Honestly?” She asked, looking me dead in the eye even while still bouncing around. “Yes, I kind of do.” “Why?” “Well, to be honest, I love peeing in places that aren’t bathrooms. I love the freedom that it gives me, and it feels so good to pee and not follow what I’m told to do.” “You know if anyone finds out, other than me, that you’ll be a laughingstock?” “Yes, I know. Ooh, let’s go over there. I’m about to pee.” She sprinted over to the far end of the field out back and I had to run after her to catch up to her. When I got there, she sat down on the grass and pulled her skirt up so she wasn’t sitting on it. I saw her pink panties with white lace that already had a fairly big wet spot in the crotch. While I watched, that wet spot grew before my eyes. Sophia was peeing herself! Warm, yellow pee appeared from her crotch, soaking every inch of her panties, running down her bare legs and into the grass below. This went on for about thirty seconds before she paused, then stood up and quickly lowered her skirt. “All done! That felt good!” “You peed your panties! What if someone sees?” All I got from that was a mischievous smile. And from there, I was hooked.