go pee.

Emily shrugged her shoulders, dropped her panties around her ankles and grabbed the bottle out of her bag. She held the bottle up to her Peehole, and as she was about to release, Miss Buxton rounded the corner. She saw Emily and smiled. "Nice to see someone making use of their bottle." Emily giggled and reached down to her panties. "Heavens, don't let me stop you! go for it!" Emily sighed and released into her bottle. She finished and sighed. "Oh, that was something I was meant to give you." Emily reached into her bag pulled out a stack of letters and gave them to Miss Buxton. She smiled, and Emily carried on her duties. Miss Buxton looked down at the stack of letters and sighed. "Of course it is..." she groaned, heading back to her office.

The day flew by for Emily, and she was feeling good about herself. Her panties were dry as a bone, and her bladder had hardly caused her any problems all day. "Hmm..." she muttered, thinking about what to do next. There were several places she liked to go at the end of the day, but she wasn't sure where. That's when her friend grabbed her shoulder. "Vicky!" Emily exclaimed, throwing her arms around her friend. Vicky winced, pulling away. "Oh, sorry." Vicky giggled. "Hey, it's fine. How do you not need to pee?" she asked, tapping her foot. Emily held her bottle up and smiled. "Wait, we were meant to pee in these?" Vicky exclaimed, looking at her own bottle. "There was literally a note stuck to the bottle, how did you not see it?" Vicky shrugged. "I dunno probably didn't have my glasses on." Emily chuckled. "Where are you heading anyway?" Vicky asked. "I have no idea. Where are you going?" Emily noticed that her friend was wearing the school's soccer kit. She never admitted it, but seeing her tomboy friend in sporty clothes turned her on a little. "Mind if I tag along?" Vicky nodded, and the two of them headed out to the sports field.