Chapter 2

After our first lesson we were walking down the corridor when I realised I wanted to pee again. “I wish I had peed with you.” I told Erica.

“Well do it now.” Said Erica.

“I can’t do it here. We are the girls who smell like pee, everyone will know that a puddle of pee must have come from one of us.” I said feeling a little insecure.

“We don’t smell of pee now, well not enough that anyone would notice, and no one knows anyway. Go on, sniff my skirt now.”

Erica stopped walking so I bent down and pretended to check my shoe while I discreetly sniffed her skirt. I was quite surprised that now our skirts have dried I could not smell anything other than her deodorant, and that did not smell of pee. Dad had been weeing on our freshly laundered school skirts every morning for a fortnight now, and I had convinced myself that I must have a cloud of pee smell around me wherever I went, but there really was no evidence of pee smell.

I stood up and we walked on, then Erica dragged me in to an alcove by a fire door.

Erica said under her breath. “Do it here. I think I need to go again anyway.”

I heard a faint hissing again and looked down at Erica’s legs. A couple of shiny streaks appeared briefly on her stockings before soaking away without trace as a small puddle started to appear around her feet.

Erica added. “I don’t think I am ever going to pee in a toilet again. The warmth on my legs is delicious, and when it gets to my feet it is just divine.”

Erica closed her eyes and I heard the hissing get louder as the streaks appeared briefly on her legs again as her puddle expanded.

The hissing stopped. Erica opened her eyes and spoke again. “We are already standing in a puddle now, you might as well just add to it.”

Erica and I are very much the same person, so if anything is O.K. for Erica I know it will be O.K. for me. I immediately relaxed my bladder and felt the warmth on my inner thighs warming my stockings and gradually making its way down my legs. Erica was right of course, it really did feel delicious, and when the warmth got to my feet it was just extraordinary.

I looked down and watched my puddle merge with Erica’s as I luxuriated in the warmth that was caressing my legs.

Eventually I felt my flow wane. Erica must have heard my hissing stop. She took my hand as she stepped out of our puddle back in to the corridor dragging me behind her. I looked back and saw that both of us were leaving wet footprints.

“What do you think then? Will you be peeing in the toilet ever again?” Asked Erica.

I shook my head with a big beaming smile on my face, just as wide as Erica’s.