I managed to score a date despite being awful at talking to people, especially other women. It was like I had some sort of curse. A curse that was especially bad when I was talking to Jane. She'd gaze with a set of beautiful emerald eyes and sing with a smooth contralto that never failed to introduce new species of butterflies to my stomach. Somehow, some way, she'd wanted to go out with me when she learned I'm into girls. We decided to go to a local cafe that was near a lake.
Once my classes ended I only had about 45 minutes to get ready. I changed out of my joggers and loose tshirt into a nice pair of light skinny jeans and tighter "The Pretty Reckless" t-shirt. After I got dressed I fixed and redid some makeup and started walking to the cafe. It's not a long walk, only about 20 minutes. I love how warm it is outside and the area really is beautiful. The lake was especially beautiful, and a view I had to take a minute to really soak in before I went inside to order a drink.
I went inside and ordered a medium green tea and coffee cake. When I walked back outside I took a seat as close to the lake as I could get. I started to drink my tea and draw some sketches of the lake. After a few minutes I could feel someone standing behind me.
"Well hello Ms. Davinci." said Jane while putting her hand on my shoulder.
"H-hey." I replied while blushing
"I didn't know you could draw." She said as she sat down
"I've been drawing since I was little."
"That's cute," she said while eyeing my sketch, "can I see it?"
"Yeah sure."
I slid my book towards her. As she studied the pages I felt a twinge in my bladder. I realized I hadn't actually used a restroom in hours. I covertly moved my left hand towards my crotch and looked towards Jane. She studied each page carefully, taking in every detail. While I stared at her I tried to work up the courage to excuse myself and go use a restroom. As I was about to say something she looked up from my book.
"Let's go walk around the lake, it's so pretty."
"Yeah sure"
Shit. I thought.
We walked and talked for about half an hour, taking in the scenery as we went. Or trying to, in my case. Despite the lake being gorgeous the water reminded me of my growing predicament. Each step became increasingly torturous as I tried to hold it while maintaining my composure. I looked down at my stomach and saw how big it was becoming as my bladder slowly filled. It looked and felt like a big and fragile water balloon was growing inside of my stomach.
The pressure from walking led to one leak, followed by another, and another. The leaks brought a wet feeling in my underwear that only made my bladder feel tighter, along with an embarrassment that made me want to start crying. I was almost 22 years old, and about to piss myself like I did when I was 8. Doubts started swirling in my mind. I pictured the embarrassment of losing control in front of the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
I hoped that focusing on Jane and the scenery around me might bring some minuscule bit of relief. Everything was beautiful, but I couldn't enjoy it at all. As I admired the view as I felt my stomach with my left hand. It felt like it had doubled or tripled in size. My tight jeans dug into my bulging bladder, like a knife trying to release everything I was holding. After focusing on that sensation for too long my bladder twinged and I started peeing myself. It took everything I had to stem the flow as I jabbed my hands into crotch and started hunching over.
"Are-are you ok Ella?" Jane asked as she turned around
The wave of embarrassment in that moment was more than I was emotionally equipped to handle in that moment. Tears started welling up in my eyes as I tried to talk to her.
"I-I'm sorry..... I just almost peed myself."
Each syllable I spoke gave way to more tears. Through the oceans in my eyes I saw her expression turn to pure panic and concern.
"Oh honey" she said as she wrapped her arms around me.
Her embrace was comforting, but the new pressure on my bladder caused another leak. I shoved both hands into my crotch and tried desperately to hold it in at all costs. By this point I felt like I might actually explode. I started to walk in place in a naive attempt to avoid the major flood. I saw Jane look around frantically, I guess she was trying to find a toilet.
As she looked into my eyes I managed a slight smile. I wanted to melt into the ground and never coagulate again. I want to wake up from a nightmare and go to class, not piss myself in front of Jane. I looked down at my hands and saw how white my knuckles had become from holding myself for so long, like I was holding all of my dignity in my urethra. I saw the dark spot on my normally very light jeans. I knew my time was up.
My fears manifested as I felt pee start trickling down my legs. This time there was no stopping it, I could only stand there and pee myself. The clear liquid pooled at my feet as I began to sob. I started to sink to my knees as I hid my face in my hands. I felt like I was a baby. In that moment nothing but the poignant embarrassment I felt mattered.
Jane lifted my head from my hands and planted a kiss on my cheek. She helped me get into dry clothes and get back home. I was still devastated, but having her help brought us closer and began a long and healthy relationship.
