Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Ms. Harvey glanced up at the clock, then back at the line of students from her sophomore English class. She was a popular teacher, for whatever that was worth. Her hair was a little to red, and her glasses were fake. It was obvious that she looked more like her father than her mother, but for any teenage boy, she was eye candy. Her tights were a bit snagged, but her skirt covered the most of it.
She and her students sat against the wall where they wouldn’t be seen. Ms. Harvey was crouched at the end of the line. Aside from the little whispers and gasps of laughter, the room was silent.
It had been four hours since Ms. Harvey finished off her sixth cup of coffee, and she was starting to feel it. Her bladder had been begging for relief for two hours now, but nothing she couldn’t handle. Ms. Harvey checked the clock again. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Fuck. Though her need was manageable, she was still in a great deal of discomfort and would’ve jumped at any hope for relief with open arms.
About an hour into the lock down, Ms. Harvey began to fidget, shifting slightly in an attempt to alleviate the currently-building pressure in her belly- she was now dying for a pee and would have given anything for relief. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together, shuddering as she did.
“Ms. Harvey, are you alright?” the student next to her asked. She turned to see that it was Anna, one of her favorite students.
“Yeah. Honestly, I’m just getting tired of sitting here.” She clenched her muscles tightly and tried to smile. It was getting painful-she couldn’t wait until she was given the chance to empty herself.
Forgetting herself for a second, Ms. Harvey indulged in a little pee pee dance from her crouched position, yanking both knees up to her chest. She released a soft moan, wrapping her right leg around her left as she slid into an even lower squat. A sudden jolt of pain coursed its way through her abdomen, causing her to shoot up.
“Oh God,” Ms. Harvey groaned as she danced a little. She drew her knee up and bent forwards, placing her hand over her bladder- how she longed to be able to slide it down just a bit further to give herself a moment’s relief by squeezing her peehole shut. This wasn’t an option, though, not with all her students watching. Not that it mattered all that much: at this point, there was no disguising her need. She was jiggling up and down constantly, alternating between pulling up her knees and crossing her legs tightly in a standing position or sitting down all together; she couldn’t bear to be still.
“Ms. Harvey?” Anna again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I…I just need to use the restroom is all.” Ms. Harvey felt heat rise up her cheeks.
Ms. Harvey eventually jammed her hand down into her crotch a couple of times when a tiny spurt threatened to break through her quivering muscles. Anna watched her with a sympathetic smile. Though thoroughly embarrassed, Ms. Harvey was beyond caring. The pained expression on her face would tell anyone she was in real trouble.
“Is there anything I can-could do to, er, help?” Anna asked softly.
Ms. Harvey blushed, wishing she were anywhere else. A spurt had escaped and moistened her panties. She stamped the heel of her foot on the ground and drew air through her gritted teeth- there was no relief by now. She could not breathe deeply as the pressure on her bladder felt too great with each intake. She was standing with her hand jammed into her crotch, stomping her feet and almost jogging on the spot in desperation.
May-aybe,“ As she spoke, a wave of desperation came over her, and she squatted down and waited for it to subside before gaining what little composure she could manage.
“I could, like, ‘cover you,’ or something.”
Her cheeks burned at this. She straightened up, ignoring her bladder which was was screaming at her to let it release. “No,” was all she could come up with.
Ms. Harvey sat herself down, pulling the heel of her foot underneath her to press firmly on her peehole. It was all she could do not to wet herself.
She attempted to tune everything out, crossing her legs as securely as her physical build would allow. Suddenly, she heard the sound of liquid splattering against the ground. A painful wave of desperation seared through her being; that release was definitely not hers. She groaned loudly, cradling her bladder as she gave it a reassuring stroke.
She heard a group of boys emptying a water bottle onto the floor snickering.
“Boys, stop please,” Ms. Harvey whimpered, pressing one hand into her crotch while reaching the other to massage her temples. As much as she hated to admit it, hearing the bottle emptying was doing a number on her capacity to hold.
Ms. Harvey rested her head against the wall and drew her legs up, rubbing her abdomen as she did- it was so swollen. She couldn’t get the image of water bottle out of her mind, and it was driving her mad. The urge to let go was overwhelming; she was absolutely bursting, but she couldn’t allow herself to give in, not with in front of her students.
Another hour passed, leaving Ms. Harvey in utter agony. She couldn’t find relief in any position; even just touching her bladder was too much. She could feel the heavy sensation pushing down on her pelvic muscles and the dull but prominent ache that, after so long, had become familiar. It was only now she was beginning to regret her decision to volunteer for her sister- this pain was almost unbearable. Every fiber of her being was begging for relief, but still she refused.
Her legs were furiously bobbing up and down. A massive jet of hot pee made its way into Ms. Harvey’s panties. This was torture at its most fundamental.
“Ms. Harvey?” Anna said softly. She wasn’t going to make it much longer .
“Oh God, Anna,” she sobbed softly, tugging at her aching crotch in a sloppy attempt to soothe her need. “I’m about to burst…” She felt tears slide down her cheeks.
“I…I need to…I need to pee so badly …” she croaked, her body frantically desperate for a toilet of some sort.
After a minute’s silence, Ms. Harvey began to quietly wail, furiously spasming as she fought off another wave. It hurt so badly. Her vaginal lips were trembling with the strain of holding back the flood that was eventually to soak Ms. Harvey’s clothing. She folded double, flapping her legs open and closed to hold it all.
“Cover me,” she whispered as she moved herself behind Anna. Her bladder shrieked at her sudden movement, and a hot spurt was forced out of her. She clenched everything and kept going. The faster she went, the sooner she would be able to relieve herself. Relief, Ms. Harvey thought, shuddering.
Once she was out of the view of her students besides Anna, she instantly doubled over in pain. She squealed in desperation, trying to hold off the full flood until she could get her rights off. Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…
Before she’d had the chance to remove her tights, there was a loud splash followed by a hiss, and the sound of liquid splattering onto the tile.
“I can’t stop it; I really can’t,“ she whispered, with all of her muscles clamped she was still powerless to hold back the flood which was still pouring from her furiously.
Hot pee gushed from her- it didn’t even run down her legs at first; it just went straight down to the ground, splattering as it did, splashing up her legs and feet. Eventually accepting her students’ presence, she squeezed hard to try and speed up the flow, but as it began to throb, she guessed she was at full speed. Eventually her stream slowed and began to run down her legs. The pee was so hot it almost burned.
Just then, the classroom door opened: it was the assistant principal.
“Julia,” the vice principal laughed, “it was a fire drill, not a lock down drill. We’ve been looking for you for hours!”
Ms. Harvey looked down at her puddle to see an empty water bottle laying next to it. Anna shot her a sweet smile and a knowing wink.
Anna had always been her favorite.
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