At University Pt 5: The Library

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Part 5 of this series. For anyone who wants to read from the start, you can find part 1 here. Hope you enjoy!

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The library of our university was an old place. It was built when the uni was founded, back in the fifties. Since then they'd built a new wing, but the old wing had barely changed in sixty years (except to grow older and shabbier).

It had six floors, and apparently my friends Maddie and Adam liked to work right up on the sixth floor. They invited me and David to go join them if we had time to kill on campus, and I brought Kim along with me. We rode the elevator up. There were a few other groups of students around, but not many -- most students preferred the new wing of the library, and if they used the old wing they tended to stay down on the lower couple of floors. Rows of bookshelves stretched away from us, full of rather tired-looking books, and the occasional tired-looking student wandered in and out of sight down the aisles.

“Hi,” said Adam as we arrived. He, Maddie and David were sat around on a collection of old, rather dilapidated sofas in a corner, laptops and notebooks spread out around them. “How's it going?”

“Not bad,” I said, as me and Kim took seats beside each other on the spare sofa. “Interesting lecture we just had. How are you?”

“Can't complain,” said Adam. “Just trying to get some work done.”

Maddie laughed. “He's doing nothing of the sort. We've been trying to work --” she indicated herself and David -- “But Adam just spent the last ten minutes trying to undo my shirt.”

“Well, I can't help it,” Adam said. “You're a distraction for me.”

“Oh, I'm a distraction?” said Maddie with a laugh.

Kim and I pulled out our books and started working, but we hadn't sat there for long when Kim said, “I could do with a coffee, do you want one?”

I agreed that a coffee would be good, and said that I would go with her.

“I'll come as well,” David said. “Wouldn't mind the loo.”

“I could do with a piss as well,” Adam said, standing to follow us.

We crossed the floor to the elevator. However, as we reached it, Adam turned off to one side through a door. “This'll do me,” he said. Knowing there was no toilet on this floor, I glanced past him and saw just the stairwell. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Well, nobody comes by this way,” he said, already turning to face the wall. “Everyone goes up in the lift. And we all know the building's a shithole. Everyone pisses here.”

“Everyone?”

“Well, some people … I've seen a couple other guys pissing here as well. Listen, either come through or go the other way, but shut the door, will you? David, you joining me? I thought you needed a piss as well.”

David shrugged and followed him through the door. Kim and I also followed. As soon as the door had shut behind us, Adam's flies were undone and he started to piss against the concrete wall. David took up a position beside him, and soon his own pee was also running down the wall. I rolled my eyes at Kim, and we started the walk down the stairs.

“Your friends are interesting people,” Kim said, as we reached the landing of the floor below. We could still hear the running water quite clearly from the floor above us, and indeed could see trickles of liquid coming down the wall, working their way through gaps in the concrete.

“They are,” I said. “That's why I like them.”

Kim nodded. “They're fun,” she said.

We finished the walk down to the ground floor. The stairwell wasn't completely deserted: a student was stood on the ground floor landing, talking on the phone to a friend. I paused to listen. From down here I could just about hear the trickling and hissing coming from five floors above. I wondered if the guy had noticed.

We picked up coffees from the café beside the library, and rode the elevator back up to the top floor. The two guys had returned from their stairwell break. Maddie had clearly relented and decided it was time for a different kind of break from studying -- she had hopped sideways onto Adam's lap, and he had one hand up her shirt and the other down the front of her trousers.

Kim and I got to work on the assignment we'd been given last lecture, while Maddie writhed under Adam's fingers beside us. At one point she let out a loud gasp that I was sure would alert somebody. I looked around for library staff, but nobody seemed to be coming near. Maddie clapped her hand over her mouth and continued to squirm. Eventually she kind of shuddered, and then slumped back against Adam.

“Good study break?” David asked.

Maddie opened her eyes and stretched. “Relaxing,” she said. “Good to work off some of the pressure. Only thing is, now I need to pee.”

“Are you gonna use the stairwell?” asked Kim.

Maddie shook her head. “Seems like a long way away,” she said.

I watched, intrigued, as Maddie scooted sideways, off of Adam's lap and onto the sofa. She wriggled in her seat, sliding her jeans down to her knees. Then she sat with her bush positioned over the gap between two cushions on the sofa and spread her legs slightly. I watched her yellowish stream disappear down the gap. We could hear a splashing sound as it hit the fabric of the sofa beneath, changing in tone as the material got more and more sodden. After a minute she finished with a heavy sigh and pulled her jeans back up. Apart from a few splashes on the sides of the cushions, there was no evidence anything had happened.

I put my pen down. I had been feeling a slight urge for a while -- the coffee had gone through me quickly -- and watching Maddie made me realise how desperate I was. But I didn't want to repeat Maddie's piss, and the stairwell seemed like a boring option.

“I'm going to go look for a book,” I said to Kim. “Do you want to come?”

Kim dragged her eyes away from Maddie's sofa and said, “Sure.”

I led Kim away among the bookshelves, keeping an eye out for staff or other students. There were a few people around, but the floor was quiet compared to the lower levels. I assumed this was why Maddie and Adam liked it so much. I stopped just around the corner from our friends. I could hear some students talking a couple of aisles over, but aside from that there was nobody nearby.

“What book are you looking for?” Kim asked.

I met her eyes and tipped my head. “It's down on the bottom shelf,” I said.

I dropped into a squat, surreptitiously lifting my skirt out of the way as I did. I had panties on underneath, but they would just have to get wet. I leant slightly forward, pretending to be scanning the shelf, and relaxed.

I heard Kim gasp as she realised what I was doing. The pee was thankfully quiet, falling only a couple of inches before being soaked up by the carpet. I could hear the patter and perhaps Kim could, but nobody else. There was no hiding the puddle though as it spread, dark blue on the pale blue carpet.

Suddenly I noticed Kim gasp again behind me, warning me of the danger I had missed. A student, a girl in a woollen hat and scarf, in the same aisle as us and walking closer. I had been so focused on what I was doing that I hadn't heard her footsteps. I stopped pissing immediately, and pretended to be concentrating on the bookshelf in front of me while watching her out of the corner of my eye. Would she notice the big puddle of piss with me crouched at the centre? I was in the most incriminating position, but I didn't dare stand up in case my movement drew her attention to it.

The girl came closer, clearly looking for something in this aisle. Then -- to my intense relief -- she picked a book off the shelf and turned away, going back the way she had come. Once she was out of sight I breathed a huge sigh.

“Thank God for that,” said Kim.

My bladder was straining from the discomfort of being cut off mid-piss. I relaxed and let it flow again, breathing deeply from the two types of relief. Finally, once my bladder was completely empty, I stood up and hurried away with Kim.

“That was amazing,” Kim breathed once we'd put a few bookshelves between us and the evidence. “I don't know how you have the courage to do something like that. And when that girl came around the corner --”

“You could do it too,” I said to her. “You've done it in my room a lot. Why not here?”

Kim looked around nervously. “I dunno,” she said. “I could, I guess? I do need a pee. I just wish I wasn't wearing jeans.”

“That's why I always wear a skirt,” I said. “You never know when you're gonna need an emergency pee. But it just means you need to find somewhere a bit better hidden. How about there?”

I pointed to an area in the corner of the floor, where I could see several of the trolleys that the library staff used to restock shelves. A person squatting behind the trolleys would be pretty well hidden from the rest of the library.

“I suppose so,” said Kim, looking thoughtful. Then she seemed to make up her mind. “Alright, I'll do it.”

We wandered over to the corner, trying to look innocent. Double-checking that nobody was nearby, Kim squeezed through the gap between two of the trolleys and rolled them together behind her. Now she was in a kind of walled-off space surrounded on all sides by the book trolleys.

“Keep an eye out for me,” she whispered as she deftly slipped her jeans and knickers down and sank into a squat.

I leaned over the trolley to watch, sneakily taking in the sight of the little triangle of hair between her legs and the soft, moist vagina below it. After a couple of seconds of concentration the flow started. At first it was just a few tentative little spurts, then, as she grew bolder, a stream that grew in strength.

She glanced up, saw me looking and giggled.

“What?” she said. “There's nothing here you haven't seen before.”

“But the setting is different,” I said. “I wasn't sure if you'd want to do it here. I'm proud --”

“What exactly is going on here?”

The voice seemed to cut through the very air between us. I started. Kim jumped to her feet, trying to pull her trousers up and splashing them in the process.

A librarian had walked up while neither of us were paying attention. She was an older woman, with short grey hair and thick-rimmed glasses.

“S-sorry,” Kim stammered. “I just --”

“You should have toilets nearby,” I said, going immediately on the offensive. “It's ridiculous to expect us to walk all the way downstairs every time we need a piss.”

The lady was surveying us both. But her expression wasn't angry so much as exasperated.

“Well, you must be keen students,” she said. “If you're so keen to work you can't take five minutes to find the bathroom.”

“Sorry,” said Kim again.

“You're hardly the first,” said the librarian. “Come exam time we'll be finding a couple of puddles a day up here. Usually it's the boys. To be honest I'm glad to see the girls joining in for a change, and at least you didn't damage any of the books.”

“Are you going to report us?” asked Kim.

“Not this time,” she said. “Just don't let me catch you again. Do it out in the stairwell like the boys do and think we don't know about.”

[whiskey35 306]

Another great chapter BeneathMyWillow. I thought at one point the librarian was going to join Kim and have a piss between the trolleys.

[pickle313 5]

Another exciting chapter! I love how Kim has come to be so on board with Sarah's pee antics.

[wetwulf 3,324]

I love this series @BeneathMyWillow, and I am glad to see it continue. Please keep it up. I'm especially enjoying the "education" that Kim is receiving. I look forward to what you have for us next time.

[somedood123 398]

This is great. Looking forward to reading about the next place Kimberley is convinced to pee in!

[Cuckoo42 1,274]

love how the librarian knows all the boys piss in the stairway. And how no-one seems to be exactly trying to stop it happening.

Edited January 2, 2020 by Cuckoo42

[Lutab 1,054]

I look forward to the next chapter. Great work on this one.