Crimson Cheeks Ch. 02

Friday is carpool day!

Tina's gym is just around the corner from work, so she always drops by at about 8:40am. The drive is only 15 minutes, with a maximum ~2 minute walk from her gym to the office.

I still hadn't told her about the mortifying situation at book club from the day prior. Should I tell her myself and just put up with the laughter? I wondered to myself, or do I let her find out from Susan or whoever else she talks to at book club?

I contemplated this as I got myself a drink of water from my kitchen. My throat had been strangely dry all morning.

As I finished the water, I checked the time. 8:38 - Still a couple of minutes until Tina was supposed to arrive. My throat still feeling dry, I got myself a second drink. I drank it as fast as I could, and looked again. 8:39.

Why is my throat so dry?

I poured a third drink of water, and began to drink this one a little slower. Feeling a familiar sensation, I thought about going for a quick wee. My consideration was interrupted from the horn of Tina's car outside.

I got my bag and headed to the front door.

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"10 seconds?? How the fuck do you accidentally fart for 10 seconds???"

Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have told her. But I have to admit, her laugh is infectious. Even I began to laugh.

"Don't make me laugh I need to pee," I spoke between the shakes of my body laughing.

"And I'm trying to drive!" Tina teased.

"Look," I calmed myself down, cautious of my bladder, "I don't know how it happened. It just did. It was horrifying."

"You are an odd one, Eleanor." Tina glanced at me from the side, smiling. A genuinely warming smile.

"I know," I squirmed a little in my seat.

I already knew what Tina was about to say.

"Gonna fart again?"

"No, I just really need to pee."

"We'll be there in..." Tina glanced at the digital clock in the car's radio, "10 minutes. I can drop you off outside the office so you don't have to walk."

"Thank you, I really need it."

The seatbelt dug slightly into my bladder, and my denim jeans' button did the same. I tried to find a position to fix the uncomfortable feeling but I just couldn't.

The more I fixated on the feeling, the more it grew. I could physically feel my bladder filling up. I tried telling myself that it was in my head, but it was no use - It was a feedback loop of thoughts to reality.

I tried to distract myself by chatting. "I thought I saw a tall figure the other day."

"A what?"

I realised how silly I sounded, but continued with a slight chuckle, which did not help my bladder. "I don't know. Thought I saw something down the street from my house. Looked like a tall lady, but it was gone when I blinked."

Tina stayed silent for a second, with a puzzled look on her face. "I don't know what you're on, girl."

I smiled, "At times, neither do I."

The tingling of my bladder grew. I kept an eye on the clock. 6 more minutes.

I can hold it.

I can hold it.

...

I don't think I can hold it.

"Pull over, please."

"We're in --"

"Pull over!" I interrupted Tina.

"There's nowhere around for you to pee! We're on a busy street with houses! Let me just get to some trees or a shop or public toilet or anything."

Tina was right. Even if I got out there, there was nowhere to pee.

"Okay," I closed my eyes, "I think I can hold it."

I felt a tiny, tiny drop escape me. I tightened my legs. I knew it wasn't enough to show, I just had to hold the rest.

I bobbed up and down in my seat, side to side, just keeping my body moving. My legs were as tight together as I could possibly get them, and the muscles in my lower abdomen squeezed hard.

Suddenly, I knew what was about to happen.

I opened my eyes. I saw trees at the end of the road, with enough covering for me to feel private.

"Here! Stop here! Let me out, this will --"

I stopped speaking. Stopped moving. It was too late.

Despite my best efforts, I felt the gripping sensation in my bladder let go. The initial feeling was a gentle, comforting warmth, spreading across the sensitive area around my crotch. It moved towards my upper thighs, gradually seeping around my legs. It claimed more territory as I sat there, helplessly feeling myself involuntarily giving in to a primal urge. I had lost to a basic bodily function.

It extended its reach towards my backside, creeping through the crevice in the most ungrateful way. The distinct, moist heat had spread across both of my buttcheeks. I felt my muscles loosen further, allowing the flow to strengthen. I glanced down, seeing the bright blue of the denim get overtaken by an unmistakable circle of dark blue. The circle grew into more of an oval as it stopped spreading sideways, continuing further down my legs. I tried to clench my muscles, to put a stop to this embarrassing extravaganza, but it was to no avail. Like a broken tap, the gentle pattering began. The denim had soaked in too much, allowing liquid to spill out onto the car seat and floor.

"Eleanor --" Tina, usually chatty, could not find the words to say.

I finally got control of my bladder, once it was already basically empty. The gentle plip-plip-plip continued, as the overflowing fabric of the car seat continued to release my pee to floor, one drop at a time. As fast as my thighs had warmed up, my face did the same, showing the red cheeks of embarrassment. The rest of my face was pale.

I moved slightly, with a huge squelch. I didn't speak, or look at Tina. I stared forward.

"Do you want to go home?"

I nodded. "Yes, please."

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The first 5 minutes were silent. I think Tina may have been weighing up how to approach this best - Knowing her, she probably wanted to tease me slightly. Honestly, it would have helped take the edge off a little.

Instead, the first thing she said was a story of her own.

"I peed myself in this car once."

I smiled. "Yeah, I remember you telling me."

"Stuck in traffic for 40 minutes. How was I supposed to hold it?" She laughed.

"And then you got pulled over," I remembered how much we had laughed when she told this story originally.

"Yeah, trying to get home fast. I bet all the officer could smell was piss when I rolled the window down."

We both cracked up with laughter.

I thought for a moment. "I just feel like I have a curse recently, you know?"

Tina looked gestured a hand towards me, wiggling all of her fingers. "Ooooo, Eleanor's got a curse!"

"I'm not crazy, okay!" I laughed, "I just mean, I keep having all these things recently. The burping, the farting, the peeing myself just now."

"Yeah you'll probably shit yourself next," Tina changed her tone to a normal one, pretending to take me seriously.

"Oh, Tina, shut up!"

"Hey, you can't tell me to shut up! You just pissed in my car, you're the one who has to make that up to me!" She switched back to her jokey self.

I laughed at this sentiment. "I suppose that's true."

I looked out the window.

A curse, I thought to myself.

Even if that were possible, why would I be cursed?