While Brian was trying not to get caught staring at his half-naked friend, Rachel had problems of her own to worry about. The urge to pee had struck her suddenly and violently. It was as though she’d been holding it in all day. She was seriously worried she wouldn’t be able to wait long. “I… I need to potty!” she called out, immediately regretting her childish choice of words but unable to think of how else to explain her need.
Sara gave her a sympathetic look. “Okay honey, just hold it a second. Your mommy will be right back.”
Rachel shook her head. Didn’t this woman understand she needed a potty now? “Can’t wait, need to potty!” she exclaimed.
“Sorry Rachel but I can’t take you to the potty until Megan’s mommy or your mommy comes back,” Sara explained.
Rachel squirmed in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She needed to go potty but no one was here to take her. It struck her that she shouldn’t really need anyone to take her to the potty and yet by now she needed to go so badly she was afraid even to stand up lest she lose control. It was all for nought though. After a few more seconds of struggling Rachel felt her loins growing warm and wet and the pressure releasing. After holding it in so valiantly she had lost the battle.
The feeling of release was so nice she had to fight not to sigh contentedly. She felt ashamed by what she was doing, but it was impossible to stop. It seemed she had quite a lot of pee-pee to get out. She felt it trickling through the leg holes of her pull-up, warm liquid running down her leg to her sandals as she set on the edge of her seat. She tried to look nonchalant, like nothing had happened. No one could know the disgusting thing she’d just done.
“Honey, did you just have an accident?” Sara asked kindly.
“What?!” Rachel gasped. “No!” she insisted.
“Are you sure dear? You didn’t make pee-pee?”
Rachel shook her head again, refusing to admit the shameful truth.