Chapter 31

We made it home without any further excitement.

As soon as we got indoors mum reminded us. “You are going to Cambridge tomorrow for your university interviews.” Mum added. “I will come with you to make a day of it, and Collette can come too. Make sure your suits are presentable.”

We went upstairs and checked our suits. They looked O.K. I pressed my nose to my suit skirt and could smell the subtle musky aroma of dried pee. I tried to remember if it was Dad’s or Collette’s, but I guess it would smell the same either way.

We did not bother changing and went downstairs to watch Pointless before dinner.

Mum called us to the dining room. While mum was dishing up I decided to practice peeing discreetly. If I wanted to wet myself all the time at university I would have to get very good at discreet peeing. I relaxed and let out the tiniest trickle, noticing that it took quite a few seconds of peeing before I started to feel my damp school uniform skirt start to warm up as I wet it. I carefully tucked my feet under my chair so that as I filled the seat cushion my pee would discreetly overflow on to the back of my legs.

It was hard to maintain such a slow trickle. I felt it stop a couple of times and had to restart. It was around two minutes before I felt the first drops of pee silently drip on to the back of my legs.

I peed a little harder, hoping it would still be silent. I could not hear anything, not even a faint hiss. The drips quickly increased into a trickle on the back of my legs which felt nice and I felt my pee starting to fill my shoes.

Everyone was now served so I started to eat, moving very carefully so as not to interrupt the flow. I did not want to have to stop and restart and risk making a noise.

It took about another minute until I felt the flow stop. I relaxed a bit more to make sure it was all, and then gently tried to squeeze out the last of my pee. I was chuffed that I had manged to completely empty silently without even Erica noticing that I was peeing.

It was not long before I heard the familiar hiss from Erica’s direction, quickly followed by the sound of pee trickling on to the carpet from Collette’s leather skirt. I smiled first at Erica and then at Collette.

After dinner we grabbed a two litre bottle of cola from the fridge and took glasses upstairs.

We all sat up on the bed with with our legs stretched out in front of us, Collette in the middle with a list of sample interview questions.

Erica asked the first question though. “Astrid, why did you not pee with us at the dining table?”

I explained. “I did pee, I just wanted to try being discreet for a change. It worked. I was peeing for several minutes and completely emptied out.”