A Different School Part 2

By Francine

"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 pee pretty bad right now; but I want you to do it a little 
differently.  This one time - would you pee 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 pee with a girl 
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 boy 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 pee 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 girl 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 pee - 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 pee 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 
pee 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 girl 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 pee 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 pee 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 boy 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 shirt 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 girls 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 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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