At University Pt 4: Lectures

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

The first part of this series is here in case you want to start with that, and if you want to read the previous series with this set of characters first, it starts here.

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The clock ticked slow and loud from the front of the lecture theatre. Rain pattered morosely at the small windows. I yawned, turning to look at Kim as I did so. She raised her eyebrows, then, a couple of seconds later, yawned herself.

Fresher's week -- the wonderful, responsibility-free week to allow new students to settle in -- had ended. On Monday we had had our first introduction lectures. An old white man had stood up at the front of the room, outlining what was in store for us all over the next three years. Today, the introduction was over, and we were talking about proper subject matter. Our lecturer this morning had been an enthusiastic young woman. I had loved her lecture, and learned a lot. For lunch, Kim and I had eaten at the canteen below the main library -- the food was only a bit better than school dinners, but at least came in large portions. Now though, a post-lunch stupor had set in. It wasn't helped by the fact that this afternoon's lecturer, the same old white man who had given us the introduction yesterday, had less charisma than the overboiled vegetables served by the canteen.

“This guy must be a really good researcher,” whispered Kim, “cos they hired him for something and it wasn't his teaching ability.”

Even the large coffee I'd had with lunch was not helping me stay awake. It was, however, causing another problem. I squirmed as my bladder made its discomfort known.

The weather, having been grey and overcast since term started, had broken with spectacular style this morning as we were walking in, unleashing a torrential downpour which had held up all day so far. Everything felt damp. The philosophy building heating had ticked on, making the lecture theatre warm and muggy.

Kim and I were sat at the back of the lecture class -- running slightly late after lunch, we'd had to tiptoe in through the back door to avoid disturbing people. The rest of the fifty or so students, perhaps wanting to appear keen, had sat further forward, so our row and the one in front were empty apart from us and our umbrellas, which were slowly dripping onto the floor.

My bladder gave a sudden throb. Perhaps I could sneak out to go to the loo? There was one just down the corridor from here.

I half rose out of my seat. The aged folding chair sprang back against the wall, making a loud clunk as it did so. Several people looked around, and even the lecturer paused in his droning speech. I sat hastily back down, waving an apology.

“Everything okay?” Kim asked, once the lecturer had started up again.

“Fine,” I said. “I just need a slash. I'll hold it, don't worry.”

Kim went back to writing. I watched her, amazed at her ability to decipher meaning in the monotonous drone coming from the lecturer. She looked cute today in a white top with curly pink writing on it, slightly clingy from the rain. Her hair was still damp, and her brow furrowed in concentration as she watched the lecturer change slides.

My mind wandered back to last night. She had been over at my room, playing video games as usual. We'd both taken to sitting around bottom-less, for easier pissing, a change I heartily approved of. I had squatted for a piss on the carpet, and as I pissed Kim had given me a funny look.

“Do you think it's bad, what we do?” she'd asked.

I'd replied that I didn't think so. “It's my room, I can piss there if I like.”

Then she'd said, “Can I tell you something?”

And she'd told me a story that had happened when she was just a girl. Her house was cold, she'd said, because it was old and draughty. She'd just gotten into bed when she realised she needed to pee. She had lain there for a while, thinking about getting up and crossing the cold landing to the bathroom. After some time, she'd decided to just not do that. Instead she'd peed against the wall beside her bed, so that it ran down the gap beside the bed. But she'd been caught -- her dad came in to say goodnight, and noticed the wet patch on the wall, and pulled out the bed to reveal the puddle underneath. She said she'd got in awful trouble.

“Does that make it feel bad to you?” I'd asked.

Kim had laughed. “What, knowing my dad wouldn't approve? It kind of makes it more fun.”

And with that, she'd spun on my bed to face the wall and peed. It was messy, with stray spurts splattering all over the wall, and on my sheets and blankets. If this was how much mess she'd made before, I wasn't surprised her dad had caught her. Once she'd finished Kim had apologised for messing up my bedsheets, but I'd waved that aside. It had dried quickly, and in any case it was worth it to see her enjoy herself.

Coming back to the present, I realised that it was now halfway through the lecture and I hadn't taken in a single word. Simultaneously, I realised that it was only halfway through the lecture, and my bladder was not going to manage another half hour.

I leant over to Kim. “I'm just going to do it here.”

She turned to me, wide-eyed.

“Don't worry,” I said, “I'm pretty sure I can get away with it.”

I adjusted my position in the chair, pulling my skirt out from under me. My panties would have to get wet. The chair had a thick cushion on it, so I had an idea that as long as I just peed slowly, it would soak in and leave no trace.

I let my bladder relax, and the piss came easily. Warmth spread around my butt from front to back. After a couple of seconds I forced myself to stop. There had been an audible hiss, and Kim had clamped her hand over her mouth, staring at the obvious wet spot on the front of my panties.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, “I can't believe you.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“I mean …” she gestured helplessly. “No, I guess?”

I pushed again, and enjoyed the feeling of another wave of warmth soaking into the cushion. I kept it slow, trying not to push hard enough that anything audible would happen. Beside me, Kim had completely stopped following the lecture, and was just staring at the cushion of my chair as it slowly got darker.

After a minute or so of this, I found a flaw in my plan. A sudden dripping noise -- seeming painfully loud to me -- started, first just a few drops, then getting faster and faster. I stopped peeing at once, but it was too late. The cushion had reached saturation, and now it was overflowing onto the hard wooden floor beneath us.

Kim met my eyes, looking panicked. The students nearby didn't seem to have noticed the noise yet -- perhaps they thought it was the rain outside -- but they surely would soon. I tried to think what to do, but my brain seemed to have frozen.

Luckily, Kim was more together. She pulled from her bag a fluffy pink jumper and threw it on the floor beneath my seat. The drips were now falling on soft fabric rather than wood, and were much more muffled.

“You owe me a jumper, Sarah,” Kim whispered, but she was giggling.

I raised my eyebrows at her, and took a swig from my water bottle.

 

When the lecture ended, Kim and I stood up quickly, me letting my dress fall back down over my soaked knickers, and we hastily left the room. Both of us were laughing.

“I just can't believe you,” said Kim. “In your room is one thing, but at the back of a lecture theatre?”

“Come on,” I said. “Don't say it wasn't funny.”

“It was,” she said. “It's just -- wow, hanging out with you is never boring.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Listen, I'm gonna go in here,” Kim said, gesturing towards the ladies' at the end of the corridor.

“In a toilet? How boring,” I teased.

“Shush,” she said. “What do you want me to do, pop a squat right here in the corridor?”

“All right, I'll follow you inside,” I said. “I want to take these off, they're soaked.”

We ducked into the bathroom. It was small, only a handful of stalls against one wall and a couple of sinks and mirrors against the other. Kim headed for one of the stalls. To my surprise, she beckoned for me to follow her. I shut the stall door behind us, and stood there awkwardly in the small space while Kim pulled down her shorts and pants. She didn't sit on the toilet directly, instead kind of hovering over it, supporting herself with one hand while her other hand went to her slit.

“Don't you hate it when the seat is dirty?” she asked.

It hadn't looked dirty to me, but I nodded.

Then she started to pee, pulling her labia back with one hand. Her stream out powerfully, arcing forwards rather than down. It splashed at first onto the front of the seat, then she pushed harder and it arced completely over, splattering down onto the tiled cubicle floor. I took a small step backwards to avoid the splashes, laughing.

“See?” Kim said, when she was done. “You're not the only wild girl here.”

She pulled her shorts back up, flushing the toilet behind her -- I guess from habit. I slipped my wet knickers down and stuffed them into my bag, and we left the cubicle.

But as Kim was at the sinks, washing her hands, we heard one of the other cubicle doors click open and a woman strode out. She was another student, dressed in a business-like way with a blazer and a black skirt. I'd met a student or two like her already -- politics students who shared some of our classes. They were here because they wanted to be prime minister someday.

“What do you think you're doing?” she demanded as she approached us.

“Just washing our hands,” I said, innocently. “Cleanliness is important.”

“Don't talk bollocks,” she said. “I heard you. You think it's funny, what you did? Messing the place up? You think I should find out who you are, report you to the department?”

Kim was looking worriedly at me. For my part, I was annoyed by this woman. Who did she think she was, telling us what to do when she was no older than we were?

“We're very sorry,” I said to her, feigning innocence. “We didn't mean to offend anyone's sensibilities. I just hope we can apologise enough.”

As I spoke, I slowly lifted the hem of my skirt until it was well clear, baring everything underneath. The other woman looked down, wide-eyed. I thrust myself forward, then found the last bit of piss that I'd held on to during the lecture and let it loose, a messy stream that fell forward onto the floor just in front of my feet.

“Anything at all we can do to make things right, just let us know,” I said, relishing the feeling of peeing in the middle of the floor.

The woman watched my stream peter out. Her face had gone bright red. She was livid, but seemed to have temporarily lost the ability to speak. Kim and I took each other's hand and ran.

“Do you think she'll complain to someone?” Kim asked, as we turned a corner.

“No,” I said. “And so what if she does? She doesn't know who we are.”

We giggled as we made our way towards our next lecture.

[Dicky63 22]

Looking forward to the next instalment 

[Cuckoo42 1,274]

loving this

👍👍

 

[speedy3471 10,655]

Can't wait till the next chapter. Great stories

[Alfresco 11,631]

Great story and I loved the defient encounter with the other girl at the end.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Every chapter of this series has been so hot @BeneathMyWillow. Sarah has come a long way since her story first started. Keep it up. I look forward to more. 

[Lutab 1,052]

Hot story. Can’t wait for the next one!

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Next part here!