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  1. Thank you so much for doing my characters justice. I could really feel them come through with your work and I think they meshed well with Tori! Despite our styles begin different too, I like how this story was able to take on a “Told To” feeling. So glad this worked out!
  2. Clearly, my Snuppa folder is lacking. Where might one find an archive of her content?
  3. A/N: This is a prequel of sorts, as to why Ashlynn was so eager to try omo with Michelle in the epilogue. I like the ending of this a lot actually, but feel like I should have done this section first. Either way, I think you'll like it too. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated! Oh, and thanks to @derektor_2000 for helping out with the some of the idea for this! Ashlynn could hardly hear over the music. The ground nearly shook from the beat and the amount of people crowded into the house. A body shoved her one way, a red solo cup dashed in front of her face. She recognized no one, and that was the fun of it. As she waded through the crowd of fellow college students, she finally pushed herself towards a game table. A number of the same red cups were spread out on a table tennis board, strategically designed for beer pong. Two men stood on either end of the table. Ashlynn maneuvered her way into the crowd and pushed her way towards her roommate. Reaching out, she poked the black woman, letting her know she was there. “Hey Ash! Find anyone?” “Hard to find someone to talk to. How’s Darius doing?” Cheers interrupted the two. One of the players had gotten the ball inside the cup. Everyone on their side took a drink. Ashlynn finished hers, which was nearly empty. Her roommate shrugged, her shoulder-length, curly black hair stayed in place while she moved. “I don’t think anyone wins this.” “So long as you get lit, right?” Jackie laughed at the joke and nodded. Looking in Ashlynn’s cup she called out to the group behind them “Someone get her another one!” Like an old fire brigade, word spread from one party goer to the next, whispers of someone needing a refill made it though the group. In moments, a filled cup was passed back to Jackie, show gave it to Ashlynn. The crowd cheered as one of the males scored another point. The other side of the crowd took a drink. “You got a chaser, Jackie? I hate drinking this straight.” “Its beer, what do you need a chaser for?” “It tastes better, that’s all.” “You’re crazy-“ The crowd cheered, time for another drink. Jackie gulped hers down quickly. “Drink that quick, you won’t even notice.” Grimacing, Ashlynn look at her cup “This your first party?” “N-no.” Jackie gave her a look. She expected Ashlynn to drink. So she did. Quickly. It ran over her mouth and dribbled on her striped shirt, a little dripping on her denim skirt. “Two more!” Jackie called out. Ashlynn started to feel warm and fuzzy. The alcohol she had already had plus what she had just downed was starting to take effect. She was handed another cup and the night really began. Ashlynn mingled about. Moving from the beer pong audience to another group of friends from her psychology classes, who also handed her a drink, she was still unable to find what she was looking for. A guy. Not that there weren’t any attractive ones there, but they were either taken, or uninteresting. One had given her a drink, and that was nice of him, but something about him just didn’t click with Ashlynn. Whatever her limit was, she had passed it, and was starting to become too drunk to care. Except that her bladder cared. For the first time that night, it asked for relief. Maneuvering and pushing through assorted groups of people, Ashlynn found her way towards the bathroom. There was one where she was and one upstairs. The line she found was immense, with many bodies lined up against the wall. Other college girls stood, some nonchalantly, others squirming where they stood. The girl closest to the closed door had her hands buried deep in her crotch. Opting to try the upstairs bathroom, Ashlynn turned, only to hear a familiar voice. “Ash!” She looked to see Jackie, her back against the wall, motioning for her. As she approached her roommate, Ashlynn could see her legs jiggling in her jeans, and her back pressed against the wall, bunching her white tank top. “Still no luck?” “None. That’s ok-“ Suddenly another girl behind them interrupted “Uh, no. You don’t get to cut me!” The blonde spoke out of desperation, her legs crossed as she accosted Jackie and Ashlynn “It’s fine, she’s just keeping me company.” Jackie lied The blonde pointed at Ashlynn “You better let me go. I have to piss, so fucking bad right now!” Ashlynn only nodded. She wasn’t the only one. She tried to make small talk with Jackie “I thought that last class was really interesting.” “What? The one with Dr. Hoffman?” “Yeah, what’d you think of that new therapy?” Jackie shrugged, bending at the hips as she balled her fists at her sides. Ashlynn started to bob her knees. She wasn’t nearly as desperate as her roommate, but the fact that she was in a line full of other bursting women had the subconscious effect on her. She thought back to her drive to school with her mother. The image of her mother flooding her jeans in front of her came back, along with the lessons she had learned. Ashlynn really hadn’t forgotten any of them, but she had yet to put them to use. She was about to strike up another conversation with Jackie, when a pair of hands reached around her thin frame. “Eeep!” Jackie squealed and bent forward. The hands catching her The massive hands belonged to her boyfriend Darius. His hand were big enough to hold Jackie’s entire thin frame. “Babe! I have to go!” He laughed, his wide smile obvious as he continued to hug his girlfriend. She squirmed in his embrace, but made no effort to escape. He addressed Ashlynn next, his massive height made him more than tower over Jackie as he spoke “Ashlynn! I have someone for you to meet!” “Really?” The line was still stalled “You met Jason? He’s on the team.” “Football?” “What other team would it be?” “I don’t know, any of them?” “You want to meet him, or not?” “Sure, send him over.” Darius bent forward, kissing Jackie who had to stand on the balls of her feet to reach his lips. The action caused her to bend forward again “Ugh. No more of that babe until I piss.” “Just go outside. I got us a spot for when you come back…” Jackie looked at Ashlynn “Are we that close as friends yet?” “What?” “You want to go outside?” “Uh-“ Ashlynn thought for a moment that her roommate was propositioning her “To pee, you idiot!” “Oh! Yeah! Sure! My mo-um…I mean, I can do that…” Ashlynn nearly revealed how she got over her fear. As the two walked away from the still line of desperate women, Jackie turned to the rude blonde behind them “We’re good, you can go.” The other girl barely eked out a thank you. Her hands clamped down on her crotch as she sauntered up to the vacated space. Jackie and Ashlynn pushed their way through the crowd of people and made their way to the lawn in front of the house. Despite the relatively urban setting, there was a group of trees lined up against the edge of the property, blocking a view of the house from the street. As they walked across the grass, Ashlynn asked “You’re a pro at this right?” Jackie laughed “No! I was just going to copy you!” It was Ashlynn’s turn to laugh “I’ve only done this once!” “We’ll figure it out!” As they reached the tree-line, Ashlynn thought back to her mother’s instructions. As she walked herself through them, she voiced them to Jackie. “Ok, so look both ways, and as you do so unzip your pants.” Jackie complied, looking around, and just like Ashlynn, saw no one. Unlike Jackie, who simply had jeans on, Ashlynn struggled to bunch her denim skirt up. She tried to squat over the dirt, but her skirt would not move out of the way of her panties. She was having a hard time figuring it out. Jackie, who was now also squatting, gave her a simple suggestion. “Ash, why don’t you…ahhh…” She started to pee. “why don’t you just go forward. On your knees?” “Oh yeah! Good idea!” Ashlynn did so, rolling forward onto her knees, her skirt now out of the way “So you excited to meet Darius’s friend?” Jackie asked, the stream still rolling out of her exposed womanhood “Sounds like fun, sure.” Ashlynn relaxed, not even thinking about what she was doing. It took longer than she expected, but she finally felt a familiar relaxing sensation. Surprisingly, she felt an unfamiliar warmth envelop her privates. But as the dirt below her started to splatter with her urine, Ashlynn knew she had to be doing it right. Still, she felt unusally moist. “No panties Ash? Sexy.” Jackie commented, the two still peeing “No? I have them…oh no.” Jackie erupted in a spate of laughter “You forgot to take them off!” She laughed, her whole body shaking, her stream bouncing with her laughter “How am I supposed to stop?” Ashlynn squealed “I can’t believe you…” Jackie wheezed “St-op!” Ashlynn playfully pushed her as she instinctively reached under herself and pulled her dripping panties to the side Her playful push was enough to knock Jackie over, and her roommate lay on her back, her lower half still twisted towards Ashlynn. The pink skin between her dark-skinned labia glistened as the last of her pee ran over her thigh. She still giggled. Ashlynn’s stream had created a small pool that held her bubbling piss. An obvious puddle had formed under her, despite how much had been caught by her panties. It overflowed and combined with Jackie’s puddle, as Ashlynn’s roommate shook and stood. She asked Ashlynn as the latter was finishing “Am I good?” Ashlynn looked at her roommate, her thigh was a little wet from where Ashlynn had pushed her. Unless someone knew what it was however, they wouldn’t suspect how she got it. Ashlynn gave her a thumbs up. “Cool. I’m gonna go give Darius some head. I’ll come find you later. Promise I won’t tell!” Ashlynn pulled her panties back over herself. “You better not!” “Promise!” Jackie called back As Ashlynn stood, she thanked her mother for her lesson. As she made her way back to the house, she begun to realize the cooling sensation around her crotch. It certainly wasn’t as gross as she would have imagined. As she made it back into the house, her heart sank. She thought they were talking about her as two men passed by “Bro, you see that chick pee on herself?” “I’d still smash though dude!” Ashlynn turned around, but they paid no attention to her. The couldn’t have been talking about her. As she ventured around the rooms, she noticed a small crowd around the bathroom line she and Jackie had been in. A massive puddle had formed on the hardwood floor and people were simply walking around it, no one bothering to clean it. The idea intrigued Ashlynn. That could have been me. Hell, that might be me. Standing still for a moment, Ashlynn felt under her skirt. Her moist, damp panties clung to her. She felt mischievous, excited, and playful. No one knew about her incident except for Jackie. And though the two had met just a few months ago, Ashlynn was sure Jackie wouldn’t prattle on about their time outside. Glowing with a lively attitude, she heard her name called “Hey, are you Ashlynn?” She turned to see a tall man with short chestnut hair and a big smile. Almost instantly attracted, she spoke nervously “H-hi.” “I’m Jason.” He extended his hand “Darius said you were really cool.” “Well, he said you were cool too…” Damn that was smooth Ash. Where’d that come from? She guessed that her frisky mood might have come from the wet panties that clung to her tight pussy. In any case, the two hit it off well. Quickly, their conversation devolved into sports talk. Given that Jason was on the team, Ashlynn could talk in-depth with him without seeming over-invested in the topic. As they carried on, the drinks flowed, and Ashlynn could feel herself wobbling as the night wore on. “Yo-you’re so cool. C-can I get your number?” Jason stumbled, having had enough for himself “Yes!” Ashlynn said excitedly, owing to her drunkenness. She gave him a number, she figured it was hers. Breaking their conversation, Ashlynn happily stumbled from room to room, trying to find Jackie. Someone grabbed her arm “Hey! Where you goin’?” Some overweight man in khakis and a polo saw the drunken girl “Loo-lookin’ f-for my friend.” “I can be your friend…” He and his buddies chuckled. While none of them were physically imposing, they gave unwanted looks. Ashlynn would have normally been worried, but her drunkenness had started to settle in. Before another on of them could speak, a voice spoke up from behind them “Hey Ash! I think you gave me the wrong number!” It was Jason, his stature alone was enough to cause the overweight creep to back down. “Wha-what’s wrong?” Ashlynn fumbled her words. Before addressing her, Jason looked over at the group of overweight, gangly men. “The fuck you looking at?” The group slunk away from the wall, moving on to another area of the party. Jason turned back to Ashlynn. “Yeah, I sent you a text, and I think it was your mother.” “Oh! Sh-“ Ashlynn broke out in a fit of laughter. She remembered her wet panties “I guess I have her on the mind!” She gave him the correct number. Noticing her difficulty with the numbers, and interaction with the other group, Jason felt concerned “Did Jackie leave you?” “N-no sh-she’s somewhere…” He took her by the shoulder “Lets find her, its late. Ok?” Ashlynn giggled “You’re so strong.” Jason smiled at the complement, but getting Ashlynn safely back to the dorm was his top priority. After winding though the tightly packed hallways, the pair finally found Darius. He was waiting outside the upstairs bathroom for Jackie. As he and Jason spoke, Jackie reappeared, and she and Darius agreed to get Ashlynn back to the dorm. Drunkenly following the two out of the house, Ashlynn stumbled and giggled to herself. Once the reached the street, and the noise of the party only rang in the distance, Ashlynn decided to announce “H-Hey Jack-Jackie.” Her black roommate turned, acknowledging Ashlynn. “I hafta pee.” “Ok. We’re almost back Ash. You can pee there.” As she stumbled after her roommate, Ashlynn couldn’t help but feel a voice speak to her. Just go. Wet your panties. It’s fun. Remember what it felt like after you wet the bed? How the stuck to you? Remember how fun it was to break the rules? Why not have some more fun? Ashlynn began to shush. Not just the voice in her head, but because she liked how it tickled her mouth. Both Darius and Jackie turned around as the drunken Ashlynn stood there, shushing no one in particular. “What?” Jackie asked as Darius shrugged his shoulders Ashlynn spread her legs and stood still for a moment “Oh. She’s gonna be sick.” Darius guessed “No. I think she’s gonna pee.” Jackie corrected The most obvious stream broke through her panties under her denim skirt and splashed loudly onto the concrete sidewalk below. In jubilation Ashlynn threw both of arms in the air “Weeeee!!!!” As Darius turned away, all he could hear was Ashlynn’s pee splashing the sidewalk. Jackie spoke up “Told you she was gonna piss!” Grabbing her phone, she started to record the event. As Ashlynn flooded her panties, small streams and flows of urine soaked into her small boots and a large, dark puddle formed below her. It splashed Jackie as she got closer to her peeing roommate, capturing the entire act. The impressive force of her drunken pee cascaded down the sidewalk. There was a small incline, and her piss ran backwards after it hit the ground. Jackie filmed the puddle, the stream, Ashlynn’s dripping legs and even a quick view of her panties. A camel-toe had formed from her previous soaking, and that too, was captured on Jackie’s phone. As Ashlynn began to stop she started to walk again, leaving a dripping trail behind her. ###################### Morning came and went before Ashlynn awoke. Her head pounding and her mouth dry, she turned over to see Jackie, topless and laying on her adjacent bed. The two of them were hungover, and the bright sunshine hurt their eyes. Ashlynn heard Jackie tapping out a message on her phone. It was to Ashlynn, who read it. So glad we’re roommates. You’re a ton of fun! Thanks. Got any water? You don’t need anymore. Remember last night? I remember Jason. Of course you do. Remember pissing yourself? LOL, what? Yeah. Jackie sent over part of the video. Ashlynn saw her legs, her skirt, dripping with pee as she flooded her panties. Ashlynn looked back over at Jackie, and the tow shared their first interaction of the day. A laugh. A laugh hard enough to make Jackie snort. She spoke first. “Speaking of which.” She got up to use the bathroom. Ashlynn thought back. She couldn’t really remember the event, much to her chagrin. But she remembered talking to Jason. She was wet then, right? She remembered having some sort of incident. She picked up her phone again, tapping out a text to her mother Hey mom, have you ever She shook her head. No. She shouldn’t send that. Ashlynn deleted it. But who else to talk to about it? It was fun. And Ashlynn doubted many would believe her. But maybe Michelle would know. But how to bring it up. Little did she know, she wouldn’t have to wait long before she’d catch her mother in the very same act. A/N: While most of these additional characters are only going to get a passing mention going forward, Jackie will have a bit more of a role. I liked how Jason came across. I had some more written as part of their dialogue, but cut it because I didn't think it was necessary. What did you think of Ashlynn at college? I personally think she works much better as a character when she's with Michelle, and that separating the two hurts the chemistry a little. I also think I skipped on the desperation a little, but don't worry, it'll return in force in the next chapter!
  4. I'm assuming this was planned. For her to do that for you, despite not being into it herself is really heartwarming!
  5. Well I'll admit that I'm a bit disappointed that the conflict didn't last, I can appreciate you not wanting to drag it out. Your series has mostly been whimsical and fun, so dragging out a conflict would have jeopardized that. What chapter 9 has really brought out for me, is how strong Nadia is. While 4 of the girls are into other girls, Nadia is ok just joining them in their "game" while not making it sexual. It makes her stand out imo. It also makes the team as a whole stronger because not all of them share the same traits. This was an awesome line. As someone who had a long term relationship fail, this is exactly what its like! Bravo! Lastly, I'm really looking forward to the girls becoming more daring in class and around campus. I wonder what the consequences will be, or, as Madi discovered, maybe someone will find it interesting? So glad your work is back!
  6. I thought it was nice. The interaction between Alicia/Nadia and their guy friends was my favorite part overall. Interesting that Madi and Kristin don't seem to be getting along and that Madi seems to be going back to guys- and Kristin to Tori. Wonder how that'll change the dynamic of the group? Plenty of jealousy to go around for sure!
  7. One of the basic rules of business is not to price yourself out of the market. She’s not even in the same universe
  8. So from what I gather, the majority of you would appreciate the backstory of why Ashlynn was so willing to accept what her mother was doing and try it, correct? I usually prefer to put my stories in chronological order, but if you a feel like this is missing, I will start working on it ASAP
  9. I like that idea, and have it written down! When I get to it, I'll tag you! I appreciate your feedback too! I try to leave as much to the reader as possible, to not bog down the flow of the story, but in re-reading it, you're right, I went a little too far with omitting descriptions. I'll fix it for the next one. Thanks for the scenario idea and the constructive feedback! Thanks! I wanted it to be more free-flowing (no pun intended) with the characters so that I could shorten each story and just write based on scenario. I like the longer stuff, but I had fun with this one too. In a way, I think it allows for more omo That's true, I guess a callback or two couldn't hurt.
  10. This is my last new series for a while, and unlike my other works, it is an anthology series. This means that none of the characters have to come back, and each chapter can be unrelated to the last. Completely open to viewer support, this also gives you, the reader, the chance to ask for a scenario and potentially have it featured! All characters must be over 18. Feel free to DM or comment with said ask. As always, feedback is not only welcome but appreciated The Student-Teacher Bond Late-spring mornings can be deceptive. They start out cool and misty, then heat up with the sun. It made the afternoon unbearable, and summer vacation essential. Just as essential was preparation for a hot classroom. A cold, iced morning coffee and a thermos full of ice water was the perfect solution. After nearly a decade of teaching, nothing surprised Elizabeth Oliver anymore, especially not the lack of air conditioning at Howe Highschool. What did take her this morning was the appearance of Barbara Stern in the teacher’s lounge. “Barbra? Tired of retirement already?” The old teacher laughed “Just about. They have me subbing today.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. She wasn’t aware of anyone taking the day off. “For who?” “You.” This took Elizabeth by surprise, which she quickly dissipated with the realization of what it was. “Don’t tell me they picked me to proctor?” Barbra nodded, Elizabeth groaned. She paused “Well, at least it’s you. We’ve got a test next week, you’ve got the lesson plan?” Barbra gave the much younger teacher a look. One of a quiet knowing “Right. Like I said. I’m glad its you.” Elizabeth took a long drink from her thermos. “My advise Beth? As someone who’s had to proctor these state exams, they don’t let you out either. Make sure you refill that before you go in.” “Wasn’t you who had that student pass out from dehydration, was it?” “No, but I nearly did. Make sure your students have plenty too.” Elizabeth nodded. It was going to be a quiet morning. ############################# Megan knew her mother would kill her if she caught her buying energy drinks. But it was Megan’s own money, and she was 18 now, so it was her choice. She knew it’d be hot in that room, so two ice cold ones would do. The trip up to Howe Highschool was a short one. Despite the morning school traffic, the gas station from which she made her purchase was only a short drive away. It made her feel like an adult, to park the car and get herself situated. Independent and free. Quickly hopping out of the car, she called to her friend Emily before they entered the building. “Hey short-stuff! Wait up!” The small girl in spandex turned around, smiling but blushing “Don’t call me that!” “What? Afraid Mike ‘ll hear?” “Yes! Your mom let you take the car?” The building was already hotter than the outdoors. Both could feel it as they crossed through the double doors. “Yeah. I might leave after the test.” “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’ve got the make-up for the C.A.N.T, right?” The two stopped in the hallway, Emily put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books for her first class “Why do you think I have these?” Megan held up her energy drinks “Don’t let coach see you with those! She’ll make you drink extra water!” “I know. Been having water since I got up. I’m seriously peeing like every five minutes!” “Speaking of which, I’m going before cla-“ The bell rang, breaking their conversation. Emily continued “Guess I’ll be late. You’ve got to head out, They lock you out of those, and I heard you’ve got Ms. Oliver!” Megan groaned, she could already feel her bladder reacting to her recently finished water bottle. She followed Emily to the bathroom but passed by “Gonna have to be quick, you know she’s a stickler for rules!” Emily replied, but Megan was walking too quickly to hear it as she made her way to her state test. As she opened the heavy door, Megan was surprised to be the only student there. Ms. Oliver sat at a steel desk facing the doorway. Megan picked a seat somewhat near her, a few rows back. “Were we expecting a full class?” She asked “You and five others.” Ms. Oliver spoke curtly Megan nodded. “If it’s ok with you, may I use the bathroom real quick?” “No. Doors lock in two” “It’ll be quick-“ “You’ve already wasted a minute talking.” Ms. Oliver cut her off and ended the conversation. Megan was sure she’d be ok, but she’d feel better if she was allowed to go. The two sat silent for a moment. Ms. Oliver sipped from her thermos and Megan from her energy drink. Standing, Ms. Oliver grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk and walked over to the door, locking it. Walking back to the front of the classroom, she began to read from the paper, speaking in an authoritative tone. “I’ve now locked the door, The test will begin shortly. There will be no phone or mobile device use, nor is any student permitted to leave the testing are without forfeiting their work…” As Ms. Oliver read on, Megan tiled her energy drink towards herself and gulped down a large quantity to prepare herself. It would be a long test. ########################## Megan looked at the clock. Nearly a half an hour had passed. The heat of the room was starting to get to her. She had already finished one drink and was working on another. She felt warm, and the can was covered in moisture and sweat. She looked at Ms. Oliver. Her teacher was finishing her thermos, taking a large enough sip that it clinked off of her thin glasses. She looked at Megan. “Eyes on your test.” Megan raised her hand quickly “Can you open the window? It’s a little warm.” With this request, Ms. Oliver complied. Both teacher and student had downed a considerable amount of fluid and each was just hoping they felt warm from the heat of the room. Megan looked back at her test. 57 down, 200 to go…it was going to be a long test. Megan checked the clock. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder. She looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her water and energy drink continued to push into her bladder, Megan countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The room was still hot. Against her better judgement, she took another sip from her other energy drink. The can was coated with moisture, and the liquid did little to cool her body. A silence came back over the room as Megan returned to her work. Another question in and the quiet was broken by Ms. Oliver, who suddenly stood. Megan looked up, watching her proctor straighten her red blouse and press her black pencil skirt. She walked over to Megan, her heels knocking against the linoleum floor. She stood by the student, looking over her test. Megan found it hard to continue to work with the added supervision, and her mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Megan wondered if her tight, dark, jeans were too tight. A finger made its way across the desk and pointed at her test. Ms. Oliver gave her a complement “Nice job on this one. You’ll get there. Stay focused.” It was slightly out of the ordinary for Ms. Oliver, but Megan took the complement. She looked at her teacher, her eyes at thigh level, noticing Ms. Oliver’s pantyhose-clad legs shaking slightly. Megan looked up, Ms. Oliver smiled, blushing from embarrassment and walked back to her desk. Megan worked, but each question was seemingly taking longer. The heat of the room didn’t help. She wanted to drink, but couldn’t. The chair was uncomfortable. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine. Ms. Oliver looked over at the noise. Megan gave a look of an apology. Ms. Oliver looked at the mounted clock on the wall. “You have two hours remaining.” Megan looked back at the questions she had filled in. She could finish on time, she knew that. But she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Megan slowly felt her mind unable to press through her growing need. She peered at Ms. Oliver, her teacher was as stiff as a statue, Megan could hear her breathing. “Finish your test.” Ms. Oliver could feel Megan’s eyes looking at her “May I please go to the bathroom?” It was worth it to ask “Are you forfeiting your test?” “No…” “Then you may not. We can make it.” We? Megan reviewed her test. Nearly at question one hundred. Nearly halfway. The only problem was her bladder, which was filled entirely. Tap. Tap. Tap. Megan bounced her pencil off of the desk. Anything to keep her mind off of her pain. She took a deep breath, then exhaled. She felt hot, sticky, sweaty. The open window did nothing to help. She leaned forward, her white shirt was damp from absorbing her body heat. She adjusted in her chair, moving forward. Balling her hand into a fist and pressing it into her thigh, Megan hoped the new sensation would distract her from the tightness of her full bladder. It did not. She could feel the heat from her genitals as she dug harder into her thigh. She at the clock again. The rhythmic ticking soothing her somewhat. Ms. Oliver stood sharply. Stiffly, she preened her outfit. Megan observed as she walked towards the clock, her legs crossing with each slow step. She stood, staring at the clock as it continued to tick. Not realizing that Megan was watching, she dug her hand into her crotch, bunching her black pencil skirt into her crotch and bent forward. “A-are y…you ok?” Megan asked “F-f-fine.” Ms. Oliver pointed, blushing “Test.” Megan nodded and put her head back down. She still saw Ms. Oliver out of the corner of her eye. Her proctor paced, her heels making a racket as she paced. Megan looked up again, watching as Ms. Oliver grabbed at the hiem of her skirt. “Stop looking at me! I-I’ll forfeit you if you do that again!” She barked at Megan Megan smacked her dry lips. The room was hot, she was sweaty and dehydrated. Yet couldn’t drink. While answering a question on Macbeth, Megan felt a rush of hot liquid run towards her opening. She clenched, tighter than before. Still dry. Moments later, another wave of desperation came over her, this one stronger than before. She felt a hot, burning sensation as she fought hard to counter the strong urge to pee. She dug her hand in harder, wincing as she put some pressure on her swollen abdomen. Megan looked. Her bladder was protruding from her shirt, her jeans digging in. She rubbed it. Another wave. First a warm sensation that covered her body, then a cool one. Time stood still. She swallowed. Another question. Having lost track of time, Megan’s mind could only concentrate on one thing and that was not releasing her pee. Of all the times she had been desperate in her life, she couldn’t think of one that was worse. It hurt. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. Don’t pee. I really have to pee. The same two phrases dominated Megan’s mind. She hadn’t answered a question in sometime. She just wanted to hold it. Her concentration was broken by a sudden gasp. She looked at Ms. Oliver Her teacher quickly launched from her desk chair, legs twisted like a vine around each other. Her hands buried deep into her crotch. She shook visibly. She picked up the landline on her desk. Megan heard her whisper “Please come up here and relieve me…” Ms. Oliver hissed into the receiver Whatever the response was, she didn’t like it. Groaning, Ms. Oliver slammed the phone back down. She shook where she stood. Megan tried again, hoping the obvious predicament they were both in would lead her to relief. “Ms. Oliver, I really have to go-“ “Stop! Stop! Stop talking about pee…” “But I did-“ “Finish your test!” As Ms. Oliver spoke, Megan could see a small streak of discoloration maneuver down one of her legs before she quickly sat back down. What made it worse, was the Megan knew she was next. She sat on the heel of her sneaker. Temporary relief. She struggled. Megan rocked on her heel, hand pressed firmly into her crotch. Ms. Oliver stood again. Megan watched her teacher pace around the front of the room again. Starting to feel dizzy. Lightheaded. Megan needed support. The desk. She grabbed it with all her might, her knuckles turning white. Her pencil rolled off her desk. She wanted to grab it. But she couldn’t move. She made one final plea. “Ms. Oliver please! I…I really have to-“ Megan stopped her words. Her mind went blank, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. A loud splatter erupted from where her teacher was standing. A two-pronged stream shot from under her skirt, loudly starting a puddle. Smaller streams and streaks began to splatter and drip from her backside. In shame she covered her face with her both her hands. Turning beet red, all student and teacher could hear was her pent up pee smacking the floor with a splash. Her panty-house were ruined as wet streaks had formed down her legs where her pee had started to pool in her heels. “A-ahhh! F-n-no!” Ms. Oliver crossed her legs, the main flow of clear urine now spraying down her legs as it slowed. She gripped the front of her skirt and managed to stop it. Bending over her desk, she looked back at Megan. “I-I’m sorry…” Dead silence. Time stood still. The only noise was the sound of Ms. Oliver’s jilted, stunted breathing. Bothe teacher and student shook, their muscles at their limits. Megan couldn’t help but feel a moist sensation in her own panties. She felt. Watching her teacher leak had let some out. She felt better. She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little. Another spirt. It was delightful. Some more. And more. Megan looked down as she opened her eyes. The field hockey captain now had a dark patch on her jeans. She wanted to let it all out. She didn’t care anymore. Her teacher had leaked and now so had she. Her emotions took over. Relief, embarrassment, jubilation. It was too much for her young mind. Megan began to sniffle as she cried. As she felt the tickling sensation escape her labia, she stated a fact though muffled tears “I’m gonna pee my pants…” Again, it wasn’t her that took the spotlight, but her teacher. Clear urine had begun to flow freely from Ms. Oliver, starting a new puddle just a few inches from the last. This time, she had a partner as she whispered. “You’re not the only one…” Megan shook. At this point, she was more or less forcing herself to pee. It hurt too much to hold it, and she wasn’t the only one. But rationalizing it didn’t help as she watched a yellowish puddle expand from her seated thighs. Her jeans were warm, soaked and darkened at the crotch. Her entire lap was covered in a darkened cloud from the storm she was unleashing. The puddle expanded, moving slowly as she released, heading for the edge of her chair. Megan was nowhere near done as she felt it expand off of the sides of her chair. With nowhere else to go, it began to drip and splatter onto the calves of her jeans. They darkened somewhat, though inconsistently as a puddle also formed under her chair. Having caught the majority of her forcible pee, the chair began to leak down the front, and her entire seat dripped as Megan emptied her bladder into her pants. Megan put her head down. She sniffled, unable to keep her emotions in check. As she hugged her head with her hands, she could feel the tears on her cheeks. And odd sensation as her jeans cooled. Through coughs and wails she could only make out the word sorry. The only word she was capable of even conceiving through her sorrow. Megan felt a gentle hand on her back, her breathing was still irregular even as her most dramatic convulsions were subsiding. She heard Ms. Oliver whisper “It’s ok. Megan, its over. I won’t judge you…” Megan looked up at her teacher, their eyes meeting. Ms. Oliver still had her hand on Megan’s shoulder “Finished?” Megan nodded “Here.” Ms. Oliver motioned for her to stand Taken by surprised for the second time that day, Ms. Oliver received a hug from her student, even as she still cried. “Megan, it’s ok. It’s a stupid rule and I’m sorry. It got me too…but I’m going to make it up to you.” Megan removed herself from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “If you let me change in here, and finish your test, I’ll make sure no one ever knows about this. And you can be dismissed for the day.” Megan nodded, still glassy-eyed. Ms. Oliver hiked up her skirt and stepped out of her heels. Megan moved seats as her teacher shimmied out of her pantyhose and panties. Tossing them into one of the desk drawers, Ms. Oliver reassured her pupil. “It’ll be our little secret.” The two smiled as Ms. Oliver pulled her skirt back down. She’d go the rest of the day without panties, discovering the freedom it gave her to forgo them entirely. True to her word, no one ever found out about Megan’s accident. There was a rumor about Ms. Oliver, but as time passed, so did the gossip. This was just another chapter in the secret history of Howe High School.
  11. Welcome to the site then! Apologies for my late reply. Did you mean that your looking for Mary-Ann to reveal her habit to Tyler? Or male omo? I’m not willing to write any male related omorashi, but in terms of their relationship, she might reveal it one day. The first one was more of a reference, but this is defiantly their first direct interaction. Glad you liked it! As far as Mary-Ann not being afraid anymore, some of that has to do with “Told To” and its plot. But she came out of her shell a little, I’d agree. And I think that Cassie and Karenna’s relationship has come a long way from what it was, just hope my execution of it was a little better
  12. Doesn’t matter imo. Just make the scenario interesting to you and the audience will come.
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