Field TripNote: Dialog isn't exact, because it was a long time ago, but the gist of the conversations is accurate.
When I was in 5th grade (around 11 years old) my class went on a field trip out of town, about 3 hours away from school. During the trip we were required to use a buddy system, and I got paired up with a girl from another 5th grade class who I didn't know. I'd seen her around school but we weren't friends or anything.
Nothing too exciting happened on the ride out of town or during the day. We stayed together all day and went to the bathroom a few times...or so I thought. As it turns out, my buddy, who I will refer to as Mel, not her real name, but we're still friends and I need to protect her privacy, has a public bathroom phobia. Whenever I needed to pee she would go into a stall and pretend to go, because being afraid to pee in public is just as embarrassing as peeing in public, or, at least, that was her explanation at the time.
She was a shy kid, and we didn't talk much on the bus ride out of town, but she loosened up and became more chatty during the day. On the way home she was back to not talking much. Fearing that I had done something to upset her I asked what was wrong. At first she said she was okay, but when she realized that I didn't believe her she admitted that she needed to go to the bathroom. I asked if she wanted me to tell the teacher so we could stop somewhere, but she said no. As time wore on she started showing more obvious signs of needing to pee. Fidgeting, crossing her legs, and looking out the window to see if we were close to home. I asked her again if she wanted me to let the teacher know. She said no again, and then told me that she couldn't go in public because she had a shy bladder. I didn't say much else about it for a while because I didn't want to embarrass her.
About an hour away from school she whimpered softly.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
She shook her head no.
I didn't know what else to do so I encouraged her, telling her we would be home soon. She forced a smile but didn't say anything. Her desperation seemed to grow by the minute. Having been in her shoes before I knew that a wet accident was the most likely end to this predicament, so I tried to offer her some sympathy and social cover.
I whispered so only she could hear "Do you need to have an accident?"
She gave me a funny look like she didn't understand, so I rephrased.
"If you need to wet yourself, it's okay. I don't care."
She blushed and said "I can't do that."
I smiled and said okay.
Over the next few minutes her desperation grew even worse. She was pretty obviously fighting the urge to grab her crotch, and whimpering every few seconds. I felt bad for her.
"Hey," I smiled sympathetically. "Just go. I really don't care. I won't laugh or make fun of you."
"You won't, but everyone else will. Besides, my parents would kill me for having an accident in my pants at this age." She pouted.
"How do you know?" I asked, genuinely curious. My parents were pretty understanding so the idea of getting in trouble for having an accident seemed weird to me.
"Has it happened before?" I asked.
"Not since I was seven. My mom was shopping and the store didn't have a bathroom." She answered.
"What happened?" I tried to hide my interest in her story.
"We got stuck waiting on a long train to pass by on the way home and I went to the bathroom in the car."
"Did you get in trouble?"
"Not really. I got scolded for wetting on the seat but I didn't get punished."
"What makes you think you would get in trouble now?"
"I'm almost 12." She answered, giving me a bit of a "Duh." look.
"So? So am I."
She looked confused. "Do you still go in your pants?"
I shrugged. "Sometimes."
"Recently?" she asked.
I nodded. "Last week at the park. The bathrooms were gross."
She looked surprised. "You did it on purpose?"
"Sort of.... I had to go. There were too many boys around to use a bush."
She giggled and blushed at my story, and then clamped her legs together. "Don't make me laugh." She whined.
Hoping to give her some good news I asked the teacher how long before we got back to school. The teacher told me about 20 minutes. Mel looked like she wanted to cry.
"You'll make it." I offered encouragingly
She didn't say anything.
A few minutes later she started bouncing and whining loud enough to draw attention. I decided I had to save her from herself before the entire bus figured out what was happening. I slid my hand between her knees and pushed her legs apart gently.
"Pee." I whispered, firmly.
She blushed and shook her head.
"I'll give you my jacket to tie around your waist. No one will know."
She shook her head again. "People will see the puddle."
I took a half empty water bottle out of my backpack, loosened the cap, and dropped it at her feet, which made the teacher get on me for making a mess.
"Sorry. It slipped."
Mel rolled her eyes. "You have an answer for everything."
"I've had plenty of practice covering up accidents."
Mel gave me a look. "I can't."
"Okay, just trying to help."
We sat in silence for a few minutes, until Mel looked over at me like she was about to cry. "You won't laugh?"
"No." I smiled and rubbed her hand softly. "Just pee."
She made a face "Does it feel gross?"
"Not really. It can get itchy if you stay wet too long, but..."
"But?" She gave me a curious look.
I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to admit that I kind of liked it. After a few seconds I leaned in close. "It sort of feels.....good."
She looked at me like I had 3 heads. "Good?"
I nodded. "It's warm, and you don't have to hold it anymore."
She looked hesitant still.
"I might get in trouble..."
"I'll tell your mom it wasn't your fault."
She sighed. "I guess that would work."
I smiled. "Just do it already."
She hesitated for a second, then spread her legs. After a few seconds she gasped and grabbed her crotch. I gently pulled her hand away and laced our fingers together. Once her hand was out of the way I saw a small wet spot.
"Go on." I coaxed.
She closed her eyes and let out a shaky sigh. I tried not to watch but soon I heard a few dribbles run onto the floor, and soon after that a hissing sound as she peed herself forcefully.
When she finished I looked over, and she had a dreamy look on her face.
"Better?" I asked.
She nodded slowly, but then reality set in and she started to cry. She rambled through tears about how she couldn't help it. Not wanting her to draw attention to herself, I pulled her into a hug and shushed her.
"Hey, calm down or other people will find out."
She tried her best to regain her composure while snuggling into me. I laid my jacket across her lap to cover the huge wet spot.
"You really had to go, huh?"
She nodded silently.
"Seriously Mel, that's a lot of pee. How long were you holding it?"
She shrugged "I went when I woke up."
"That was like 8 hours ago." I said, more to myself than to her.
She shrugged "I've held it longer."
I didn't know what to say to that so I just nodded. A bit later we pulled in to the school parking lot. I helped her tie my jacket around her waist and waited with her until her parents picked her up. We became friends after this, and it wasn't the last time we had a pee adventure together.