Desperation

Jane needed to pee. Badly.

Her lecturer droned on without the same sense of urgency which bounced Jane's left leg up and down.

"Will this stupid class never end!" Jane thought.

The strange woman next to Jane raised her eyebrow in the direction of Jane's leg, Jane responded with a pained expression and the woman gave a knowingly sympathetic smile. Jane had clocked the woman as she sat down, the woman had a gothic look, highlighted by her pale skin and the assorted mix and mash trinkets on her wrist and neck. For jewelry, Jane preferred to extend a classic look, keeping a simple pearl necklace that her mother gifted for Jane's 21st birthday.

It was the woman's gray eyes that stood out most when they shared sympathetic glances, swirling clouds within the iris'. Jane sensed surprise in those clouds, as though the woman had only noticed now that she was sitting next to someone. Jane could only imagine the look of growing need and desperation that the woman would have seen in hers.

The pressure continued to build in Jane's bladder as condensation formed on her forehead from the sheer effort of holding. She should just leave and go now, but she was hemmed in on either side - no chance to leave without a scene. The potential for public humiliation brought a flush to her cheeks.

"You can fight this - almost there."

"...and that concludes today's lecture on early medieval depictions of witches in art, next time..."

Jane heard nothing else, students were already leaving. She tore through the throng of students that had coalesced and straining at the small exit. Bursting into the hallway she made a bee-line for the nearest bathroom. She had her route calculated, and broke out into as fast a pace she dared. She feared if she extended her legs to a run that she wouldn't be able to hold back the tide within. This was unbearable, but she was close.

She shoved through the door using her books as a battering ram, and ran to a stall, which thankfully was empty. Frantically she entered, sure that she was going to wet her thong at any moment. She started to faff with the lock, but struggled to engage it with her shaking hands. Her books splattered on the ground, as she gave up on the lock. Tearing her thong down to her thighs as she flopped onto the seat.

It was then the stall door opened and the strange woman from the lecture hall entered.

"No! occupied! Please!" Jane instantly tensed up from the interruption and begged the women. Jane firmly clasped her hand down on her uncovered parts for modesty and because she didn't believe her bladder could do the job on its own. Her other hand was in front swinging in vain to block the woman's vision.

The woman didn't even look at Jane. She entered and closed the door, not bothering to lock it.

Jane was in shrill disbelief, "No, you have to get out - please, this is in use."

"It doesn't seem to be in use," the woman purred.

"This is in use, are you insane, what the hell do you think you're doing - get out! Please!" Jane was almost in tears, her hips were jolting and bucking on their own accord. She was squeezing as hard as she could, keeping her hand firmly in place.

"Now let's get a good look at you Jane," she said.

"How do you know..."

"Shhh now," Jane surprised herself by shushing. "You don't need to cover yourself up dear, what you need is to piss, but you won't," the woman said teasingly, "now follow my lead."

The woman leaned forward and guided Jane up from the toilet, gently pulling Jane's hand from her crotch eliciting a stifled yelp. Much to Jane's confusion she meekly followed the prompting hand without resisting. The removal of her hand didn't cause her to pee, though she was still cramping across her abdomen, unable to control her hip's little jolts. She stood dumbly and continued to brace with one hand on the side of the stall as the woman held her other hand staring. Jane's hips continued to pulse and twitch as she held on.

"Why am I not putting up a fight," she thought, "this lady isn't even strong I'm just following!" God, please leave me alone, please let me pee"

The woman eyed Jane hungrily. Jane was short at 5 feet, cute face with long straight brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Jane wore a tight, off-white sweater and a plaid skirt, she had a petite frame, with similarly petite breasts and bum. A small necklace of pearls tied the like-butter-wouldn't-melt look together.

But there was an incongruity. The woman licked her bottom lip as she saw Jane's lacy black thong stretched tight between her standing thighs. It was much racier than she had expected from this innocent, young, college student. Jane jerked and whimpered around pleasingly as she continued to fight the need to pee, but was inexplicably powerless to sit. The woman stepped close in to Jane, who watched like a deer in the headlights. The woman dropped Jane's hand and reached forward to feel the lace thong with her fingertips.

"This little thing wouldn't have been any good if you had pissed yourself in class, hmmm? It's barely there at all, I wonder what a good girl like you is doing wearing such, unsuitable underwear?"

"Tell me Jane, being honest with yourself, what turns you on?"

Jane was caught out - "Humiliation", she blurted. Gasping, she brought her hand to her mouth.

The woman smiled, "oh, I can work with that - I had wondered why you were sooo deliciously compliant. Usually they fight me harder. Is me watching as you fight your bladder turning you on? It would be pretty embarrassing to piss your yourself in front of me, no?"

Jane's body shuddered. Through the fog of her desperation she realized there were deep needs stirrings within her body. Her free hand inadvertently dropped to the hemline of her skirt, making sure that her naked pussy was covered. The woman noticed however that whilst Jane played with the hemline between her palm and index finger, Jane's other fingers were digging their nails into her fleshy inner thigh.

"Yes! Yes, it's turning me on. It would be so shameful to pee my pants," sobbed Jane, becoming overwhelmed.with the conflicting need this woman was provoking. Jane's cheeks were flushing crimson, her breathing in short gasps.

The woman's smile widened in recognition of Jane's realization. She watched Jane as the woman slowly lifted her fingers from the lace thong up to lightly graze Jane's pussy. She was wet. Jane let out a whimper. Slowly the woman brought a slickened finger to Jane's mouth and gently traced her lips with the scented finger. Jane's hips bucked again, this time Jane was not sure for which reason.

"Jane - I want you to look into my eyes," Jane could do little else, she made eye contact. As soon as Jane did, the woman disappeared.

Jane shook her head - she could have sworn that there had been a woman in the stall with her a minute ago. A desperate pang from her bladder sat her back down again before she could think about it. She felt hot. She relaxed on the toilet but her body was fighting it. The piss wouldn't come! Why wasn't she able to go!

She tasted a familiar taste on her lips, and metallic taste in her mouth - adrenaline. She stretched her legs as wide as her thong would allow, put her hand on her abdomen and pressed lightly. Looking down she could see deep nail prints on her thigh and a familiar wetness on her pussy.

She bit the right side of her bottom lip. For some reason holding her pee in was getting her riled up. A little voice told her that, being honest with herself, the thought of peeing herself in front of the whole lecture class was a huge turn on. The pressure in her bladder was as strong as it had ever been, yet there was a growing need deeper within. Her heart rate was picking up. The deep flush of shame on her face was spreading across her body.

She moaned as she stroked her abdomen, feeling her flesh tickle as she scraped her nails along her soft skin. Letting out a pant, she gazed longingly at her pussy, thinking about how lewd she would look if anyone caught her. WIth her legs splayed, displaying a pulsing gyrating pussy to some sexy girl, here in the college bathroom. It would be even more degrading if she were playing with herself.

Being honest with herself it was only little sluts that would do something like that - but Jane had always been unable to fully control her horniness. Her hand dragged its way teasingly down to her wet pussy.

"Oh God," she whimpered as she brushed her clit. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so wet without physical stimulation. Her crotch was radiating heat. She whined as her fingers took themselves away from her clit and spread her wetness around her outer lips. Shuddering she willed her hand back to her clit, so she could work it with abbadon. But they were not obeying.

Jane closed her eyes and imagined herself from afar, seeing this desperate slut, horrendously slowly, tracing her outer lips. She saw as her crotch pumped and jumped trying to find contact with the fingers that teased her. She watched as the fingers separated her lips to fully display her pussy to whomever wanted to see. There was a drip as her own secretions escaped into the toilet.

The drip woke her from her reverie. Jane regained control over her hand and with a guttural moan started to give her dripping pussy long strokes from her clit hard down to her crying opening. She was lost in her pleasure.

She murmured to herself between little yelps and gasps, "Please, Sir, I need to pee. Please Sir, may I be excused."

She imagined trying to leave the lecture. All the eyes on her. Other students were watching, whispering to each other. She was going to pee her little thong in front of all of them. She could feel the shame burning into her core - feeding her desire to cum.

She could not remember a time she had had this fantasy before. It felt too good for her not to run with it. Her pleasure was peaking. Sparks were shooting across her body. Her breath was rasping. She attacked only her clit now, to take her over the edge.

Her pleasure kept building, the intensity growing.

"Please, Please," she begged.

She should have cum by now. She should have cum long ago. Like a balloon her pleasure kept getting larger begging to pop, but kept growing instead.

"Please, I'm such a good girl, let me pee."

The main bathroom door opened. Jane froze, breathing heavily. Footsteps to the mirror. Jane was frozen but her fingers couldn't help but to twitch. She was so desperate. She shuddered out a whimper. Jane's hand shot to cover her mouth, the other returned to playing with her pussy. The steps moved from the mirror to the stall next to Jane's.

"fuck me!" Jane thought angrily from the interruption. "Oh please fuck me..." she hoped hornilly.

Jane's eyes unfocussed as she imagined this new girl hearing the gasps and standing on her toilet seat so she could take a look at what was happening in Jane's own stall. Amazed, she would see Jane lifting her knees, leaning back into the seat and curling her arm around her thigh to allow one hand access to pump her obscenely wet pussy that was now angled up to give the new girl the perfect view. The other hand was being bitten in this slutty girl's mouth. Jane imagined that the new girl would be able to the wet smacking sounds of her finger fucking herself.

The girl would be watching as Jane got more and more worked up, jolting this way and that, as the electric sparks drove her mad.

Jane heard a camera click - and opened her foggy eyes. A pretty girl with blonde hair and smirking blue eyes met her gaze.

"Please" begged Jane "please", she hadn't stopped pumping her pussy.

"Please what" the blonde girl said.

"Help me," Jane said hoarsely.

"Help you? What to cum?" the blonde girl mocked. "Come outside"

Jane was unable to stop herself, thong still around her thighs she stood and exited the cubicle. The pumping hand was now on her clit, and never stopped moving as she staggered her way out the cubicle. The girl was waiting, arms crossed looking dreadfully delighted - her phone put away. Jane was facing her, propping one hand on the sink, the other buried in her pussy. Jane was having trouble thinking clearly. "I...ahh.. just came in to...piss... please let me... ahh....so close."

The, slightly flushed, blonde girl skeptically raised an eyebrow. She stepped towards Jane towering her by at least a full head. Jane could see that this girl's nipples were hard underneath her blouse.

"You look so delicious right now, oh I could just eat you up" The blonde girl said, "but not here, you gorgeous little slut. You are coming back to mine, so get your hand out of your pussy!" she ordered.

Jane had been on the precipice for so long, that was the last thing she wanted to do, but she couldn't help but to obey this girl. She moved her hand out, as her wet hole flexed and squeezed trying to find contact.

The girl giggled, "oh, you poor thing don't you worry I'll help you out in good time. Now let's get you presentable."

The girl leaned into a desperate Jane and started to pull her thong up to cover Jane's dripping pussy. Somewhere in the back of Jane's mind, knowledge clicked into place

"Please wait... wait, I'm a good girl!"

But the girl had already covered up Jane's pussy with the black lace thong. Jane's eyes widened as she gasped, her thighs turned inwards and tightened desperately trying to hold her bladder. But the damn durst. Hot piss quickly filled and overcame her lace thong and gushed down her thighs. Jane dropped to her knees, as her hands shot down to her pussy to stop the tide.

Her hands, however, had other ideas as they started furiously rubbing her desperately horny clit through the hot, wet fabric. Jane cried out in animal tones as her body tightened up and a huge orgasm ripped through her body. The spasms brought her forward and she put one hand out on the ground in a growing puddle as the other continued to pull and tease her pussy through her thong. All through her spasms Jane continued to look at the girl making sure she was watching.

The burning shame of being caught masturbating in the bathroom and flooring her pants in front of another student. And cumming in front of this girl in a pool of piss and pussy juice sent shockwaves through her body, as it was lashed by another orgasm.

The blonde girl watched transfixed, as Jane's grunts and moans filled the bathroom. Her own pussy was getting fired up. She stuck her hand down into her jeans and began to rub.

The girl was so caught up that she didn't notice another woman in the bathroom standing behind her. Looking at her intently.

"So Summer, being honest with yourself..."