This is a involving action mostly between teenagers (no pedo,
no child abuse involved). The principal character is a shy teenaged
boy who finds himself temporarily assigned to a school, where the
facility is marked by a lack of male bathrooms. No hard sex, just a bit of
watersports, desperation (male, mostly), and a touch of exhibitionism.
mf (teen) w/s exhib
A DIFFERENT SCHOOL
By Francine
Eddie Michelson was, perhaps, not entirely a typical fourteen year old.
In his midwestern locality, morals and values were held in high
esteem, and this was especially true in his own family. His father, an
engineer, and his mother, a physical therapist in a local hospital, did the
best to get their two sons quality educations; and, in their view, this
meant private schooling. They thought the schools they selected were
superior to the public schools in levels of teaching, strength of
discipline, and moral values. Eddie's was now away at
college, leaving him as the only one at home with his parents. Eddie now
attended ninth grade in an all-male school, which his thought
especially good for his development at this age. There were few single-sex
schools left, but his was one of them. It was paired, to be sure, with an
all-girl school a few miles away, with which it shared some programs and
social events, but Eddie had grown up in what was basically an all male
student body.
To be sure, he had plenty of exposure to women - most of his teachers
had been female, and he had in his neighborhood with whom he was
acquainted. However, he had no sisters, and no classmates, so Eddie
was not entirely comfortable around girls. Not to worry, his had
told him; lots of time later to spend with girls. What was important, just
now, was concentrating on his school work.
This, Eddie did with enthusiasm. He was not an athletic boy, and
disliked active sports. His real interests were scholarly, and he excelled
in mathematics and science. His real love, however, was languages - his
favorite class was German; taught by a lady originally from Frankfurt who
also taught chemistry in his school. Eddie admired her, and loved her
class. German was seldom offered in the local schools; French and Spanish
being much more common. In fact, the only reason there was a German class
was that the teacher, really hired to teach sciences, was qualified and on
the faculty, and so a single class was offered. There were only six taking the course, and now it was only three weeks before the end of the
semester. Eddie hoped it would again be offered in the semester following,
but because of the low enrollment he had been told this was in doubt.
Eddie's was delighted with his son's scholastic capability and
attitude, not at all concerned that he was a bit withdrawn. He saw Eddie
as a potential engineer, as he was, and found his interest in German a
future advantage to him in possibly working for an international firm.
Eddie himself was not terribly concerned about his future - just now he was
happy with his life. He had his school, his books, his hobbies, and a
small number of who were his real friends. His tried to widen
his social interests, but seemed pleased with his intellectual pursuits.
It was on a Wednesday that Eddie was called to the school office, right
from his third period class. Eddie had not been been a discipline problem,
and with some anxiety he presented himself at the principal's office,
wondering what incident might have provoked this summons.
The principal's secretary bade him wait a few minutes, then ushered him
in to see Mr. Howard, the principal. Mr Howard was a tall, slender man,
good with students, and with a friendly manner. Eddie found this fortunate
- he was quite shy, and hated being placed in confrontational situations.
Mr. Howard put him at ease.
"Eddie", he began, "you are certainly one of our outstanding scholars. I
want to commend you on your grades and your work. We're proud of you!"
"Thank you, sir", was all Eddie could think to say.
"Eddie, you know you are one of the six students in Miss Schmidt's
German class. She says you have an unusual ability and hopes you will
continue your studies in German. Do you like the course? "
"Oh, yes, indeed, sir! Miss Schmidt is a great teacher - I'm trying to
learn as much as I can. I hope to travel to Germany one day, and I would
love to be able to read some books in German. I'd like to take German
again next semester."
"That's what I need to talk to you about, Eddie," Mr. Howard continued,
"you see, Miss Schmidt is having to leave us at the end of this week. She
may be back next year, and if so we will try to offer German again, but I'm
afraid we won't be able to offer it next semester because we won't have a
qualified teacher. In fact, we won't be able to complete the class here
even for this semester. You have two weeks to go, and Miss Schmidt won't
be here to teach or to give the final exam. I think you do want to
complete the semester, though."
"Yes, sir! I am sorry about Miss Schmidt - she's really a great
teacher, - I hope she'll be back."
Mr. Howard continued. "Eddie, of the six students in the class, you
are the only one who really needs to complete the last weeks to get your
credit. As you probably know, two of the are not passing the class,
anyway, and they will repeat it if we offer it again. One doesn't need the
course credit to graduate, and doesn't want to continue. We offered two of
the an opportunity to complete the course, by going temporarily to
another school, but it does not offer other courses they are taking, so
it's not workable for them. You, however, have a chance to go to the other
school for two weeks, if you wish, and if you take all your classes there,
including German, which they offer, then you will get full credit. Then
you will return here for the start of next semester. Are you interested?"
"Yes, sir. What school would I go to?"
Mr. Howard smiled. "You will go to Huntington Academy, just for the
last two weeks. As you know, we have a partnership with them, and the same
buses serve both schools. You will have no problem getting there, and it
will be only for two weeks. They do have a small German class, and it will
enable you to complete the course."
"But," Eddie protested mildly, "Huntington is a girl's school!"
"We know. You will be the only there. We have made arrangements
with Mrs. Jordan, their principal, and she has agreed to accept you for
this short period. Eddie, I know you may feel a bit out of place at first,
but, remember that the great majority of in this country go to schools
with - we are one of the few schools that is still limited to only. Believe me, you will adapt! It's won't be that hard. In a couple
of years, you'll probably be going all the time to classes with girls. It
isn't all that bad!"
Eddie nodded. Mr. Howard explained the details, and gave him some
papers for his to see.
That night, Eddie explained to his and dad what he was about to
do. His just smiled and shook his head. "Eddie - you'll do fine.
I'm sure a school full of isn't going to scare you!" His was a
bit more understanding, and gave him a bit of encouragement.
The next Monday morning, Eddie prepared for school - his new one. The
school bus normally arrived at his pick up point at about seven A.M.; to
get the students to classes starting at eight. The same buses went to both
schools, dropping at his accustomed location, and taking the to
the next stop at Huntington Academy. Eddie was less concerned about
dealing with the than the teasing he was going to get from the other
boys. He know several other envied him, for many of them would love
to be in classes; but inwardly he was filled with misgivings about how
he would relate to classmates who would all be female.
He readied himself for school; dressed, visited the bathroom, grabbed a
bit of breakfast. He was accustomed to taking care of himself, as his
father was usually gone before him, and his was busy getting ready
for her own job. Eddie went out waiting for the bus at ten to seven. The
bus was on time, and he was immediately the subject of crude remarks from
several boys. The seemed to have little to say, although one
expressed a bit of amusement, saying, "We're going to have a in our
classes? "
The bus stopped at Eddie's school first, and all the other got
off.. Eddie was left in thee company of a group of girls. While several
ignored him, most showed signs of delight, or at least amused interest, at
his presence. They weren't, he decided, at all unfriendly. While they
were of assorted ages, some and some younger than he, those of his
own age group seemed quite happy to have him.
When the bus unloaded at Huntington Academy, a woman teacher met the
bus. "You must be Edward Michelson, and you're going to be with us for two
weeks?" "Yes, ma'am," Eddie replied, "and I go by Eddie!" He know he was
embarrassed in this all female surrounding, and he felt he was blushing a
bit.
"I am Miss Hardie", the teacher introduced herself, smiling. "We're
glad to have you. I'm going to take you to our principal, Mrs. Jordan, so
we can explain to you some things you need to know."
Eddie was ushered into the office and introduced to Mrs. Jordan, who
was an older, grey haired, and somewhat heavy lady, but with a friendly
smile that reminded him of Mr. Howard. Mrs. Jordan went over the class
schedule he would be following, gave him a book of rules, and discussed
with him his academic standing and how his grading would be handled. Then,
with a smile on her face, she turned to Miss Hardie, and said "Let's bring
in Jennifer, now!"
Miss Hardie returned a moment later with a about his own age, in
the crisp uniform dress all the students wore. She was nice looking,
about the same height as Eddie, and slender. Perhaps she was not a real
beauty, as go, but she certainly wasn't homely. Mrs. Jordan
introduced her. "Eddie, this is Jennifer. She's a ninth grader, as you
are, and she's one of those in our German class; so she'll be taking German
with you, and a couple of other classes as well. Now, Eddie, I know
there's a lot you'll want to know about how our school operates; so I have
assigned Jennifer to you as your guide, while you are with us. She will
tell you what you need to know, and I think you would rather talk to her
than to me. Ask you whatever you need to know. I'm going to give her the
rest of the period to go over things with you, and then she will stay with
you for the first part of the day. Jenny, I want you to make him welcome!"
Jenny led Eddie out of the office and to a bench nearby, where they both
sat. To be sure, Eddie was quite shy with girls, but realized he was going
to be surrounded by them. Jenny was friendly, but formal, as she went over
the locations of classes, where they had lunch, where his locker would be,
and a multitude of other details. Eddie asked her a few questions,
carefully, not wanting to seem too ignorant, and especially not wanting to
embarrass her.
After a bit, when they seemed to have covered what Jenny thought was
necessary, she escorted him to his first class. They entered just as
second period began, and Jenny introduced him to the teacher, who then
introduced him to the in the class. This wasn't as difficult as it
first appeared, Eddie thought. The seemed to accept him.
He noted at once that the class was much tidier and more orderly than
what he was accustomed to. The were better disciplined than the were, and the classrooms were cleaner and better organized. He did hear a
few giggles, and the teacher had only once to deal with students talking in
class. Eddie liked the order, and the seemed accepting of him.
After end the end of third period, which was German, Jenny left him,
saying she would see him again at lunch. On his own, Eddie followed his
directions to the next class. It was now just after eleven, and he thought
he would take a bathroom break. He looked for a bathroom.
He did quite a bit of looking. There were a number of girls' rooms, but
he didn't see a bathroom anywhere. He used up almost all of time
between classes in looking, with no luck. No matter, he thought, he could
wait a bit longer, even if it was a bit uncomfortable; then he would have a
better look at lunch time. There had to be a bathroom for - surely,
the faculty knew that he would need to use one.
He got through fourth period. Even without Jenny, he found he could
manage with the girls; although really he talked to them very little. He
was beginning to think about his increasing need to find a bathroom. He
looked some more - with no results. Of course, he thought, he could ask
one of the teachers - they seemed nice! But, the thought of asking a
female how to find a boys' bathroom was just too embarrassing! He would
try to figure out another way.
Jenny was waiting for him at the cafeteria. "Hi! You found it - you're
doing OK! How did fourth go?" Her manner was casual, but Eddie reflected
that being his guide was her school assignment. For just a moment he
thought of asking Jenny how to find a bathroom - but he couldn't bring
himself to discuss such a subject with a girl. His need, however, was
becoming much more urgent. It was now noon, and he had last emptied his
bladder just after six that morning, and he had been drinking water
frequently from the hall fountains. Despite his need, he just couldn't ask
Jenny.
Jenny stayed with him though the cafeteria serving line, then sat with
him and several of her friends as they ate. Eddie ate his lunch quietly,
mostly listening to the and saying little himself. He emptied his
drink and refilled it, as he sat nervously with the girls. Not knowing
quite what to say, he occupied himself with frequent sips from his glass.
When they had eaten, he excused himself from his female companions,
saying he wanted "to look around" a bit. Both nervous and anxious he began
exploring again for a bathroom. His need was now urgent. His bladder was
full and sending strong complaints. He didn't know what to do - the
obvious solution would be to approach a teacher, who would surely
understand his problem; but in his embarrassment and shyness, he just could
not broach the subject to a woman. Still, he knew he would have to do
something. If only Jenny had told him where to find a bathroom - but maybe
she was as embarrassed about the subject as he was! Anyway, she hadn't
said anything about it.
Fifth period started with Eddie in class, without Jenny. He was
nervous, fidgeting a bit, trying to pay attention despite being constantly
distracted by his now-swollen and hurting bladder. His face, he felt, must
be showing his distress, though he tried to mask it. The teacher appeared
to pay no attention, perhaps assuming he was just overly nervous from being
in this all-female environment. He had no idea what to do, yet could not
force himself to reveal his problem to anyone for help. Somehow he got
through the class.
As he walked away from the classroom, down the hall, he noticed a who had been sitting across from him step alongside. She wasn't as nice
looking as Jenny, being a bit on the plump side, but had a friendly face.
She looked directly at him, seeming reluctant to speak. Then, hesitantly,
she did.
"Hi - I'm Margie. I was in fifth period with you. You looked so -
well, maybe nervous or something ---" she hesitated. Then, slightly
blushing, went on "Is something - - well, anything, bothering you?" She
looked at him, twitching, not quite knowing what so say. He responded in a
noncommittal manner, saying "Well, I .." his voice trailed off. He sensed
that she had perceived his problem, yet neither of them knew quite how to
express it. She resumed, clumsily, "I know something's bothering you - and
I - I think I can guess what it is--" her voice had become lower, and she
looked at him in a sympathetic manner. He felt a huge swell of
embarrassment, mixed with a bit of hope that some help might be coming.
She went on, although he had said nothing. "I think - I really think I
know what - well, I think you need to go to the bathroom. Am I right?"
He felt a flush come to his face. He couldn't think of a thing to say,
but he nodded silently. She smiled gently at him, and then he said softly,
"yeah- real, real, bad!"
She spoke softly, too. "I thought so - I know how it feels when you
need to go and you can't get to a bathroom. I've felt that way, too. We
don't have any boys' bathrooms here, 'cause all of us are girls. Didn't
anyone tell you - I mean, someone must have thought of - "
He overcame his embarrassment a bit, now that she had broken the ice.
"No one told me where I could go, and I - well, I just couldn't ask - I
mean" he stammered a bit, then added, "I gotta go real bad - it really
hurts. You've felt that way. too?" His question reflected his own
ignorance of - he could hardly imagine a in his condition.
Margie was sympathetic. "I sure have - but, look, I'll try to help you. I
can't take you into a girls' bathroom - but--" she thought for a moment.
"Would you come with me for a minute?" Without a word, he followed her down
a side corridor which led to the outside of the building. As they stepped
outside, Margie surveyed the area where the building opened onto a grassy
zone leading to the school's athletic field. At the moment, no one seemed
to be on the field. Just to the left of them, as they exited the building,
was a row of low bushes bordering the walkway to the field. She stepped
between the bushes and the side of the building, a space of perhaps five
feet. She motioned to him to stand beside her. The spot was from
inside the building, and the bushes, a bit more than waist high, shielded
them from the walk. While several were outside some distance from
them, no one was nearby.
Eddie found himself standing beside Margie, as they both looked over the
bush to the area beyond. Margie opened a book and held it in front of him.
She spoke to him in a low voice.
"Can you - could you - well, do it now? I'll keep a lookout - no one
can see us real close, and if I hold my book it will look like we're
studying something - could you - I mean, do it standing up, I always
thought - can you - now - into the bush?" He blushed furiously, yet he knew
if he was to achieve relief, he had to do it quickly, before someone came
closer. But standing next to a girl? He struggled with the circumstances.
Sensing his feelings, Margie added, "I - can you? I mean, I know I'm
standing next to you, but I promise I won't look - I really won't!" To
himself, he thanked her for that assurance. Hurriedly, he quickly opened
his pants as he drew himself close to the bush. He aimed his penis into
the bush and began to urinate. True to her word, Margie kept her eyes
looking ahead, and never glanced down. Furthering the camouflage, he used
one hand to help hold her book as they both looked over it, while the other
guided his stream into the bush.
He knew Margie could clearly hear his stream as it poured into the bush.
He was afraid she might be tempted to look down, but she never did. The
stream continued to pour out of him. Margie commented softly, "you must
have had an awful lot in you - when did you go last?" Eddie was struck by
the question - here he was talking to a while he was peeing, and she
was asking him questions so personal - but at least she wasn't looking.
"Not since I got up this morning - about six!" Margie managed another
smile, and looked at his face, not glancing downward, "No wonder you hurt-
sounds like you - you know, still have a lot left - do you?" He sensed she
was in some way enjoying the experience. His bladder felt better, but his
stream still continued strong, and he knew she could hear it. His fear was
that she would might look down and see his exposed parts. She didn't,
despite the protracted time it took him to complete emptying his bladder.
Finally, the stream abated. He used both hands to close his pants. He
looked at her. "Thanks", he said, the only word he could use to express
gratitude.
They went back to the corridor. as he was about to leave her for his
next class, she asked him, "If you're going to be here two weeks, what will
you do tomorrow? You don't want to wait this long again, do you?" "I don't
know, yet", he replied. "Meet me here at the end of third - I'll think of
something. OK?" "OK" he replied, heading off to class.
Eddie got through the rest of the day with further difficulties. After
school, he returned home on the bus. He did not discuss his experience
with Margie with anyone. He was far too embarrassed. But that night, he
thought about it at length. How did she really feel about it? Would she
tell her friends? Had any other noticed? Were they secretly
laughing at him, too embarrassed to ask for a bathroom?
Tuesday morning came. He again went through the same ritual. Other
boys still teased him on the bus, but were a bit more casual now. At
school, Jenny met him, friendly but, he thought, quite official. She
openly talked to him about school matters, but shared almost nothing
personal. He actually was finding it a bit easier to talk to other girls,
who had less official connection to him.
At the end of third period, he left Jenny's company and returned to the
corridor spot where Margie had left him Monday. Would she come back?
Eddie had doubts. Perhaps he could do the bush trick by himself, but
alone, he would likely attract attention, and he really needed a lookout to
warn him if anyone approached.
Suddenly his concerns disappeared, as Margie arrived. She smiled at
him, giving no sign of her purpose in seeing him. "Ready?" she asked, in a
relaxed way. He knew what she meant. "I guess so", he responded, trying
to be nonchalant. He started toward the exit they had used the day before.
She nudged him slightly, "No, not there. We need to go somewhere
different, or someone will catch on. You feel better today?" "Yeah, it
hasn't been as long. You know, it's nice of you to do this - I really
don't know what to say!" She escorted him to another exit, on the side of
the school. A wooded area lay in the distance, with no one in between.
She commented, "I sometimes go through those woods when I go home - there's
path that takes you to the bus stop for the city bus on the other side of
the patch of woods - good for when you leave late and miss the school bus.
But I never see anyone in there, so I don't think there'll be anyone there
to see you." She motioned for him to follow her to a large tree perhaps
thirty feet from the school building. "Let's go on the other side of the
tree. If you face away from the school, towards the woods, no one can see
you. I'll stay on the side of the tree and watch out for you. OK?"
He positioned himself behind the tree, facing the open area and the
woods beyond. She stood looking toward the school, a couple of feet from
him. If she turned, she would be able to see him, but she kept looking
toward the school. "Can you do it?" she asked. "Yes - you - you won't
look, will you?" he asked, a bit anxiously. "No - I won't - I promised
yesterday, didn't I?" He knew she had, but he was unsure whether the
promise continued to today. Quickly, he opened his pants, and began to behind the tree. She continued to talk to him. After a short time, he was
finished. It didn't take as long as yesterday. He fastened his pants, and
came alongside her. "That was quicker - and I hardly heard you do it!" He
blushed a bit at the suggestion that she had heard something, and
apparently had enjoyed it. They returned to the school. Without more
conversation, Margie disappeared and Eddie went to his next class.
By the end of the day, Eddie was feeling the need for bathroom relief
again, but it wasn't so difficult to wait until he got home. He thought
quite a bit about Margie, but shared nothing of his encounters with her
with anyone else.
Wednesday, he had almost the same experience with Margie. She led him
to the same tree and was his lookout. By now, he no longer felt a need to
find a suitable bathroom or ask about one. He was quite satisfied with
what Margie was doing, which spared him from the discomfort he would
otherwise experience, and allowed him to avoid discussing his bathroom
needs with anyone else. He seldom saw Margie except for the one encounter
they planned each day, and the one class they shared together after lunch.
If he chanced to pass her at any other time, she scarcely acknowledged him.
Thursday he got off the school bus at Huntington in a drizzling rain.
It continued to rain, in increasing amounts, as the day drew on. As the
end of third period approached, he was feeling concern that Margie would
not be able to escort him to an outside location today, and if he tried to
get to the tree location he would surely get soaked.
Margie met him, cheery as always. After the intense embarrassment of
their first meeting, she was becoming comfortable with him. And so, in his
way, was he with her. "Hi!" she greeted him. "Hi! You know, it's going
to be wet outside today, and I ..." Margie cut him off. "We won't go out
today - I have another plan. You ready?" He nodded assent.
Margie led him up a flight of stairs to the top floor of the building,
then to the end of a corridor, but there was no exit. The corridor simply
had an empty small room on one side, where a few bits of furniture were
stored. As classes were only at the other end of the floor, no one was
around. "This is your bathroom today!" she announced. He looked at her,
questioningly. She reached into the school bag she was carrying, and
retrieved a quart jar in a brown paper bag. "I don't know how much you
have in you, but I hope you don't have to let out more than this. Can you
do it in here?" she asked, handing him the jar. "I'll stand at the door
and yell if anyone comes. Hurry!"
He took the jar, turned his back to the door, opened his pants and began
to into the jar. It didn't take him too long, and soon he had emptied
himself. The jar was a little over half full of light yellow urine. He
turned to her, the jar in his hands. He tried to hold it in both hands in
a way that concealed the contents. She looked at it, "Can I see?" she
asked, reaching for the jar.
To his embarrassment, she held it up, looking at it. "It's the same
color as mine!" she announced, as though she had expected a boy's to
look markedly different. "You didn't have too much in you this time! Glad
you don't have to wait until it hurts?" "Yeah - sure. That first day was
pretty bad. Say - what are you going to do with the jar?"
"Take it into the girls' room and empty it! Or would you rather not
have your in a girls' bathroom?" She looked at him in a curious way.
No, he was not going to object. She took the jar, restoring the lid and
placing it in its brown bag, then disappeared down the hall.
When he saw Margie in fifth period, she barely showed any sign of
recognition. He wondered if she had really disposed of the jar as she had
said she would. But then, he reflected, she had kept her word about not
looking; probably she had emptied the jar the way she had indicated.
Friday was a dry day, and Margie was able to take him to the place they
had first used, behind the bush. He reflected that this was the one place
where she really stood beside him, almost touching, as he relieved himself.
Again, he wondered if she would look downward to see him pee, but she kept
her eyes ahead. They would not have another encounter until Monday.
Monday and Tuesday, Margie took him to the room they had used for the
rainy day. Each time she noted how full the jar was, and again commented
on the color. He felt his modesty intruded a bit by her interest in seeing
his pee, but he was so indebted to her at this point that he hesitated to
complain.
Wednesday they went to the tree on the wooded side, and again on
Thursday. As their Thursday encounter ended, he observed that his two
weeks at the school would end on Friday. She acknowledged it, "You know,
Eddie, I've really liked this. It's been pretty special. I'm glad you
came here!" "Thanks, Margie, but you've been so nice - you made it nice to
be here. I'd hate to go through that first day again. I'd like to say
thanks to you - I wish there was something I could do for you to show it."
Margie thought a bit. "Well there might be, if you wanted to. Tomorrow
is our last day. Would you go with me after school to catch the city bus
home? I'll show you the place. We could have a walk together."
"OK - you showed me the path. My folks won't mind me being a bit late
-they won't be home anyway. It'll be neat!"
Margie thought a moment about her suggestion. "There's something else
you could do, if you really wanted to thank me, but I think maybe you
wouldn't want to!" "What?" Eddie inquired.
"Remember the first day, when you got so - so that it hurt?"
"Yeah - it did hurt!"
"Real bad?"
"Yes, real bad. You know it did!"
"Would you be willing to get that way again? I mean, if you didn't have
to wait that long?"
"Do you want me too?" Eddie was curious.
"Well, tomorrow, let's do our thing after first period. Then you won't
go again until school's over and we can leave. If you drink a lot at lunch
you'll need to go real bad when we leave, when we have our walk home.
There'll be a place - you won't have to wait too long. But I'd kind of
like it if you would! Will you?"
"OK, if you want. Then you find a place for me to go, after we leave?
It'll be the last time."
"We'll make it kind of special. I'd like that!"
Eddie's interest was indeed piqued. He wondered what Margie had in
mind. Tomorrow was Friday, his last day at the school. It was also an exam
day, at the end of the semester. Tonight he had to study in preparation.
Still, his mind was on Margie and whatever she had planned.
Friday he arrived at Huntington for the last time. Jenny hadn't been
greeting him the last few days, but today she did. She seemed especially
warm, telling him she was glad he came, that being his guide wasn't just an
official duty for her. He liked Jenny, but somehow it was different with
Margie. Funny, though; Jenny was the prettier one, the one who was more
open, more involved with everyone; but it was Margie, who wasn't nearly as
pretty, and even a little on the heavier side, who really had his interest.
Margie, who was quiet, and really private, but who had taken an interest in
his most personal problems.
He decided that after all, Margie was a lot more like him, rather
introverted, private, and, well, she really had stuck to him. And, he
thought, she had kept her word. She hadn't talked to anyone, as far as he
knew, about his bathroom problems; she had just continued to help. She
promised she wouldn't look when he was attending to his most personal
needs, though she easily could have; and this meant she respected his
privacy. That meant something, he thought. He liked her.
He bade his farewell to Jenny after first period, and went to meet
Margie at his accustomed place. Surprisingly, Margie didn't take him
outside, despite the sunny weather, but to the upstairs empty room they had
used on the rainy day. Again she produced the jar. "Probably you forgot I
had it. Think you can fill it this morning?" she teased a bit. Not quite
as embarrassed as earlier, he could now talk about these things more
freely. "I'll try", he answered, "but no promises." She retreated to watch
the door, her back to him. He really felt little need, so early in the
day, but he remembered that she wanted him full up at the end of the day.
He emptied his bladder into the jar, producing about half a pint. At her
request, he showed Margie the results. She laughed a little. "I'll get
rid of this for you, but I know you can hold a lot more. You'll try for
this afternoon, won't you? Remember!"
At lunch, Margie did the unexpected. She came by where he was eating
lunch, and picked up his drink from his tray. Taking a sip, she commented
softly to him, "Oh, really good! Bet you need a couple of extra glasses
today!" Looking back with a mischievous expression, she went away. He took
the hint and refilled his glass and again downed the contents. He wondered
at her purpose.
He got through his last exam, hoping for at least a passing grade. He
felt better, mentally, as he entered his last period for the day.
Physically, however, he was feeling considerable distress. His bladder was
full, and complaining about the extra fluid he had taken on at lunch. His
distress increased during the class time, and when class was over he was in
serious discomfort from an overfilled bladder.
After making his farewells to his classmates, he met Margie on the way
out. She spoke to him quietly. "See the path that cuts through that patch
of trees? I told you that's the way to the bus stop. I'm going to walk
ahead - you wait a couple of minutes and then follow. You'll catch up to
me - hardly anyone goes this way, but it'll look better if we don't leave
together. I'll see you there in a few minutes. Are you feeling filled
up?"
He nodded. "You won't have to wait long", she assured him.
He let her go, then a few minutes later started down the path. She was
right - no one else came this way. As he walked slowly down the path, he
passed close to the wooded area. Now his bladder was really aching, and he
could hardly wait to relieve it. He wondered where she was. He reached a
point around a small bend, out of sight of the school. No one seemed in
sight. Suddenly he heard a voice calling softly from the forested area to
his left. "Eddie! I 'm here!"
He turned, seeing Margie standing under a tree just a bit from the path
He turned to her. She extended her hand. He took it, and she led him a
few yards from the path. "Here we are - I don't think anyone will see us
here. How are you feeling?"
"It's getting bad. I really have to go!"
"Bad as the first time?"
"Maybe not quite - but bad enough! Is this where you wanted me to go?"
"Yes - it's a good place. Are you ready?"
He nodded, but sensed that this time something would be different. She
still held his hand. "Eddie, all those times I helped you pee, nobody saw
you, right?" "Right", he answered, "I don't think anyone saw me!" "Not even
me? Remember, I promised I wouldn't look!"
"I never saw you look - you said you wouldn't!"
"And I didn't -not even once. Do you think I would have liked to?"
Eddie pondered her question. "I don't know - maybe you would have liked
to; but you didn't. Would you have liked to?"
Now it was her turn to answer. She nodded, in silence, smiling.
"Eddie, all those times in school, I kept my word and didn't look. I
know you need to pretty bad right now; but I want you to do it a little
differently. This one time - would you in front of me - I mean let me
watch? I'd really like you to!"
Eddie blushed again. After the attachment they had developed, he didn't
see how he could refuse her. At the same time, he wasn't ready to give up
his modesty in front of her; and he wasn't sure he would be able to with a standing in front of him, watching. "I don't know if I can",
he said. "You can try", she answered.
"You won't laugh, or think I'm funny, or anything like that?" "No", she
reassured him, "and I've never watched a pee, at least up close, and I
won't think you're funny. I promise I won't tell anyone, but I really
would like to see - it's just between us. I'll be fair to you, too. Will
you?"
"What do you mean about being fair?"
She hesitated, then responded, "if you'll do it I'll tell you later.
But, you said you wanted to thank me. This is how you can do it!"
He looked around, cautiously, assuring himself that no one else was in
view. He looked her in the eye, nervous, almost trembling. Carefully he
reached down and unzipped his pants. She stepped back just a few inches,
facing him, her eyes following every move. They focused on his crotch, as
he reached inside and carefully, hesitatingly, withdrew his penis, now fast
becoming erect and stiff. She stared in fascination.
He hadn't wanted an erection, but it was happening. His penis stood out
firm, pointing slightly upward. He realized he could not possibly downward, and his stream, if he could get it started, would shoot out
upward and probably for an impressive distance. This was not what he
wanted her to see - it didn't seem to him natural. Yet his badly stretched
bladder was crying for relief, and with this standing and watching the
erection wasn't going to go away. He looked down at his organ, murmuring
an embarrassed "I can't help it - it's not usually like this - it - it's
because you're looking at it.." He was holding it with his hand.
She stood, smiling, utterly fascinated, her eyes fixed on his engorged,
stiffly erect penis. "It's so big - is it because of me?" "I think so", he
replied, not really sure what he could do.
"Do you have to hold it?" she asked. "No", he replied, taking his hand
off his organ, which continued to point a bit upward, now supporting
itself. While he was trying to pee, none had as yet emerged.
"Would you - will you - let me touch it?" Margie asked gingerly. "OK,
if you want, but I'm trying to - it may come out!" he was enormously
embarrassed by the performance of his body. He didn't know what to expect.
She extended her hand, and slightly from one side placed her fingers
very, very gently on the top of his penis. Gingerly she took it between
her fingers. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" she asked.
The sensation was delicious to him - something he had never felt before.
Far from relaxing, his penis was growing stiffer. She squeezed it very,
very, gently, then withdrew her hand.
As she dropped her hand, a drop of appeared at the tip. A small
stream developed, and then grew larger. She watched, almost awe-struck, as
the stream projected out in an arc extending perhaps three feet in front of
him. The stream became stronger. Eddie, who was accustomed to holding his
penis when he urinated, now was allowing it to take its own position, and
it remained pointing out and up.
Once again Margie reached out and very gently took his penis in her
hand, moving it just a bit and causing the direction of the stream to
change. After a few seconds she again let go and just stood, watching.
The stream continued forcefully for what seemed a long time, and then began
to gradually subside. Both of them watched it as the stream slowly
stopped. His erection dropped a bit. He reached down to again tuck his
penis inside his pants, looking at her as if to ask if she was ready for
the show to end.
"Thanks. That was neat - thanks for doing it. And thanks for letting
me touch it. I never did that before."
He rezipped his pants, and looked at her, not knowing quite what to say
or what to do next.
She took him by the hand, held it for a few seconds, then hesitating
began, "I told you I wanted to be fair to you. Remember when I took you to
pee this morning, after first?" He nodded. "I wanted you to be able to do
a really good this afternoon, because I was hoping you'd let me watch.
And it worked, didn't it?" She waited for his agreement.
"I haven't peed since right after you did, this morning - and I drank a
lot for lunch, too - like you did. Can you guess why?"
"You need to - well, you need to go, too?" he asked, with a bit of
wonder. "I need to go almost as badly as you did - because I wanted to,
well, be fair. I mean, I thought that if I wanted to watch you pee, well,
it wouldn't really be fair unless I let you - unless I was willing to, that
is, let you watch me pee. That is, I thought you might want to see a pee, and if you did, the only fair thing would be to let you!" She stopped
her embarrassed and confused statement, waiting for his reaction.
"You want to know if I want to see you pee?" he exclaimed. His
excitement was obvious.
"I really need to awful bad, and if you want to watch I'll let you!"
she replied hastily.
"Sure" was his response. Not wordy, but to the point. She seized his
hand and squeezed it. Then she bent over a bit, reaching with both hands
under her school uniform skirt. She pulled down her white underpants, then
stood up and stepped out of them. She placed them in one hand.
"You have to take off your underwear?" he asked, curious. She explained
quickly, "I don't have to take them off, but you'll be able to see better
if I do. You let me see you and didn't hide anything, I don't want you to
think I'm hiding anything from you. Ready to watch?"
He was watching, closely, with rapt attention. She reached down, and
picked up her skirt, hoisting it quickly up to her waist. With her
underwear off and facing him, the raising of her skirt exposed her lower
body to him completely. He stared at her pubic region, soaking up his
first real view of female genitals. She stood for just a moment, fully
exposed.
Remembering her earlier request, he asked quickly, "Can I - will you let
me touch it? Just a little?" She nodded, adding "just be gentle-" His
extended hand quickly reached for her vulva, covered with black pubic hair.
Gently, he traced the lips of her genitals with his finger. He wasn't
really sure what else to touch - there didn't seem to be anything to grasp.
Her parts felt moist and warm. He withdrew his hand.
She squatted, but only slightly, and spread her legs. Holding her skirt
high with both hands, she closed her eyes, as if in concentration.
Suddenly a stream began to pour forth from her genitals. He watched
fixedly as it became larger and stronger. As it reached full force, she
opened her eyes and looked into his. "Like it?" she asked. "Yeah -
great!" he answered.
"I can't shoot it out as far as you can", she commented, "but I think
maybe I can hold as much as you can. Maybe some day we can have a
contest!" He smiled at her, a bit amazed that she was making such
conversation while in the midst of her urination.
Her stream continued as he watched. "I've got lots more", she commented
further, "but I'm feeling better!" She wiggled a bit to make the stream
change direction.
Gradually her bladder emptied and her stream diminished. Then it
stopped. She stood up. Still holding her skirt up, she announced "usually
now I wipe, but I don't have anything so we'll just let it go this time.
Through looking?" He was still gaping at her genital region.
"Hold it a minute, please," he asked her. "Can I touch it once more?"
"OK - go ahead, but it's probably wet", she answered. Gingerly, he reached
out and stroked her genitals. "Thanks", he said, as he withdrew his hand.
Slowly she let the skirt drop.
Silently, they looked at each other for a moment, then she bent over to
step into her panties. She pulled them up, all the while looking at him
with a smile. "That was nice - I liked it. Did you?" she commented,
easily.
"Yeah, it was nice. Guess we won't be seeing each other for a while,
huh?" She thought for a moment, as they started to go back to the path.
"Guess not - but maybe, if you want, we could meet after school some
time...." she stopped, hesitating.
"Something the matter?" he inquired.
"Just - just one thing. Would you mind - I mean, say if you would, but
- well, I'd like it if you would let me, well, look just once more. Would
you?"
"Look? At me?" he stopped and turned, facing her. She replied. more
clearly now, "Yes, well, when you - when you peed before, I liked it; but,
really, I was so full of myself that I was a little hurry - I mean,
could I see you - you know, down there, again? If you would let me, maybe,
look at you close? I'd really like to!"
He flushed slightly, then answered. "Sure -OK!" he reached down,
unzipping his pants as she looked on. He felt his erection returning
rapidly, as he pulled his underwear aside, allowing his penis to project
stiffly. She watched, seemingly fascinated. She stooped down, her eyes on
his erect organ. Without speaking, she glanced upward for his approval as
her hand reached out gently, as she had before. His silence showed obvious
consent.
She examined him closely, feeling the stiffness, gently moving it
around, slightly squeezing in different spots. She seemed reluctant to
stop the examination, looking and touching with interest for a time.
Finally, she stood up, nodded, and said, "thanks - I liked that. I never
saw a that close before today. Thanks for letting me look. And, I
promise I won't tell anyone what we did - you won't either, OK?"
"OK", he answered. Then, as he zipped his pants again, she spoke again,
rather softly, "Say, I really do want to be fair. If you wanted to see
anything on me, I'd let you - I mean, I know you watched me pee.. I hope
you got to see something you wanted to, cause that's how I felt."
Suddenly he was emboldened by her remarks. "I did like watching you
pee, and touching you - your - your places. I never saw a girl, I mean,
that part of a girl- well, you know. It was nice. But, well, you've got
another place - would you let me see you - well," he stammered a bit,
flustered as he toyed with how to express his request. "Girls have parts
under their shirts, and.." he stopped, not quite knowing how to finish.
She broke into a smile, stood as erect as she could, and backed away
just a little. "You'd like to see me under my shirt?" she asked. He could
only nod.
"OK", she answered. "But you've got to stand over there, so my back
will be to the path- in case anyone comes, I don't want anyone to see but
you." He moved to the indicated spot. She started to unbutton her blouse,
after carefully glancing behind her. "Will you hold my for me?" she
asked. He nodded, really too flustered to speak. She slipped off her
blouse, facing him and revealing the white bra she was wearing. She handed
him the blouse, then reached behind her back to unfasten the bra, quickly
allowing the straps to fall and slipping her arms through them. She held
the unfastened bra to her chest with both hands. "Will you hold this for
me? Then you can look at me if you want!"
He nodded again, reaching out a hand to receive the bra. She handed it
over, then dropped her hands to her sides, exposing her uncovered breasts.
He stared openly. She made no move, just standing with her hands at her
sides, and let him stare.
"Could I touch - just a little?" he asked weakly. "Yeah - you can feel
them if you want, but just use one hand - don't drop my stuff you're
holding!" He clutched her blouse and bra in his left hand, gingerly
reaching out with his right to touch her breast. Gently, her ran his
fingers around each breast, pressing just slightly. To his amazement, her
saw her nipples stiffen. "Gee - I didn't know had things that did
that!" She blushed a bit, and answered, "just like your - thing - does.
It's because you're looking and touching!"
On an impulse, he gently grasped an erect nipple between his finger and
thumb. "Feels nice," she answered, "but don't squeeze too hard." He tried
the other nipple. Seeing both of them erect, he dropped his hands and
stepped back a bit, his admiring gaze fixed on her breasts. She let him
look for a minute, then asked, "seen enough? I want to be fair - you let
me look at you. "
He knew he could have kept it up, but he was conscious of the time. He
nodded approval, then held out her bra and blouse to her. Smiling, still
facing him, she put on the bra, then the blouse, tucking it into her skirt.
"Thanks" he said. "I'm glad you liked it - I liked seeing you", she
answered. They both turned and walked toward the path. Almost in silence,
they walked side by side down the path toward the bus stop.
As they approached the bus stop, where several others waited, he quietly
addressed her, not sure how to say good-by. "Thanks for all the things you
did - we'll get together again, won't we?"
"Sure", Margie replied. "We will". Her bus drew in sight.
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