Lacie’s Lesson

[Love2seeherpee 72]

Hello all. 

This story is loosely inspired by the time I knew I have a piss fetish. Her name was Lacie, and she was desperate to tears about having to leave class to pee. 

I wrote a first draft and this is my final. This is my first time doing something like this, so all feedback is welcome. Hope you enjoy it!

Lacie’s Lesson: Lacie learns more than Political Science today as she learns invaluable lessons on her female biology and who she really is.

It was brisk that December day. Everybody bundled up properly, most of the girls wearing scarves. We were in the middle of the semester, knowing finals were not too far away. All of us were tense because of this, as also was our teacher, Ms. Reynolds, this being the first semester teaching a class as she just got her degree in political science. 

Sitting in a desk in the first front row is Lacie Leigh. She was a really smart girl, always raised her hand with the correct answers. Never misbehaved or partied; she took pride and confidence in being a well behaved girl. She always wore her blonde hair in a tightly wrapped scrunchie with a pen tucked behind her ear, always ready to learn. But as proficient in her as she was in her academics, she would  layer learn that her female biology was the real teacher today.

Lacie begins twiddling her pen around- not very common for her as she is so focused and confident about her academics. She feels the slight need to relieve herself. Lacie was always a studious planner, she thought to herself, “okay, I’ll just pee real quick so I can fully focus on the lecture. No big deal.” She asks Ms. R, “excuse me, may I use the restroom?” To which the teacher replies, “now is not a good time, Lacie. I am discussing what is on the finals.” Okay, Lacie thought. I can hold it, and the finals are important. But she would quickly learn her priorities were in the wrong place. 

About 10 minutes go by, and Lacie realizes as smart as she is as a student, she was foolish enough to get a Large Chai Tea with her friends from Starbucks. She didn’t want to carry a drink to class, for she felt that would show poor planning. Her type A personality would never allow her show disorganization. The pressure begins building below her waist. The tea is getting ready to leave her body, and Lacie didn’t know tea can also be a powerful diuretic. She tries listening to the teacher to take her mind off of the growing pressure, but it begins to make her very anxious, so she asks to use the restroom again. Ms. R says to her, “we are about to have a pop quiz, I can’t let you leave in fear of you cheating” and although she concedes, her bladder is not shrinking. The once confident Lacie starts to doubt whether she’ll make it through the quiz. 

About ten minutes go by, and she can’t focus on anything other than her need to let this piss out of her. She is such a good girl, she doesn’t want to disturb Ms. R about using the bathroom yet again, so the anxiety transports to legs as she brings to tap her right boot up and down. Everything she does makes the need to pee even worse- she’s sitting down, which subconsciously triggers her biological act of urinating. Even things as simple as her purple lacy panties hugging her freshly  shaved pussy adds anxiety and pressure. Lacie’s image of her good girl behavior goes even as far as to not having pubic hair- she deems it unkempt and unhygienic. 

She soon begins to turn red and breathing heavily. This is all amplified by the dead silence of people taking the quiz, and now some of the students are starting to notice. All of the fidgeting causes her to drop her pen, and as she bends over to pick it up, she realizes her bladder is now starting to cause pain and feels a small drop leave her vagina. The tea has to come out right now. She relents and asks again about going to the bathroom, and Ms. R, trying to make an impression as a first time but no nonsense teacher, refuses to let her go as she states she only thinks Lacie wants to leave so she can look up the answers to the quiz on her phone. Lacie pleads this isn’t the case, but the teacher stands her ground. 

About 10 minutes go by, and Lacie’s nightmare is becoming reality. She felt another slight drop transfer from her pussy onto her panties. Still not enough for anyone to notice on her jeans, but she knew it happened again, and that was embarrassing and shameful enough. She begins to realize her pelvic muscles are only so strong- they aren’t used to this kind of duress as a thorough planner never lets her bladder interrupt her life activities. Lacie immediately learns if she doesn’t leave right now, that tea stored in her bladder will be covering her backside and soak the chair and carpet below. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, so she thinks if she holds her crotch with her hand all will be well. But as she grabs her crotch, she felt another even another drop leak out- she quietly exclaims “oh no…” and now people are noticing as she grabs the front of her jeans and begins to rock back and forth-why would she do that during a quiz of all times? Is the once formidable Lacie beginning to show weakness over something as simple as relieving herself?

Five more minutes pass by and Lacie decides she must break the rules or face eternal condemnation and embarrassment from her peers. She abruptly stands up and exclaims, “Ms. R, this an absolute emergency and I need to leave right now. I’m sorry but I am leaving.” The whole class is now focused on Lacie as she proclaims this, firmly holding her crotch to keep the tea in her body and not on her pants while also hiding any potential evidence of her leakage. The teacher relents and says “fine, but after class we will talking about consequences.” Lacie doesn’t even hear her condemnation as she bursts through the classroom door. 

Thankfully for her, the bathroom is just down the hall. Never letting go of her pussy, Lacie runs down the hall, alerting students in the nearby library with her boots clacking on the floor. A grown woman holding her pussy and running down the hall like a young girl, how embarrassing she thought. She busts through the door as it slams against the bathroom wall and slams the stall door shut. All subtlety is gone now, as will be her once dry panties and jeans if she doesn’t act. The toilet seat slams down; yet another girl before her that squatted over the toilet instead of sat on it, she annoying mumbles. But Lacie is a good girl- she pees just like her mom taught her- sitting on the toilet with seat covers and all. She doesn’t squat and leave her mess on display for others. But the truth is she also knows she has to break that rule too- this piss is coming out this instant, no time for the usual well behaved actions associated when she usually empties her bladder. As she unbuttons her jeans and pulls down her zipper, that final touch against her crotch adds enough pressure on her to cause her to leak slightly down her leg and then burst, but she sits on the toilet just in time for her much needed release and avoids any more embarrassment. 

And what a release it was. Her tea-converted nectar gushes between her legs so hard, toilet water mixed with her piss is bouncing onto her ass. The force is akin to someone emptying a mop bucket. Her vagina starts hissing loudly from the force coming between her pussy lips. She lets out a sigh of relief and exclaims out loud,  “oh my GOD”, panting heavily as the river continues to flow between her legs. The relief causes her legs to tremble as she also slouches over them, as she feels what is very similar to an orgasm. A girl 2 stalls down quietly giggles to herself in amusement while Lacie doesn’t even notice she’s there; the trembling also turns into a tingle that reverberates throughout  the rest of her body, through her arms to her hands and from her thighs all the way down to her feet. 

30 seconds later, the gushing river is reduced to a few last drips from a faucet, trickling into the bowl and then slows to a stop. Her piss barely colors the bowl as she is always so well hydrated. Lacie sighs in relief- she made it to the toilet without becoming an embarrassment to her peers, and can now go back to being her example of good behavior she strives everyday to set. Lacie is also relieved that the damage to her leakage to her jeans is basically nonexistent, her panties saving her from the chore of getting new pants. She grabs toilet paper to wipe her pussy, legs and ass from the splash, and then the front of her purple laced panties from the leaking earlier. But as she bends over to wipe, another ten second involuntary torrent shoots out of her pussy and it renders her whole crotch and pelvic area weak- she still had her precious nectar to let out and she didn’t even know it. When the second torrent ends, she muffles a moan of relief. 

This combination of surprise and relief begins to turn her on. She briefly considers playing with herself quietly, but her good girl nature prevents it- she is already in trouble with the teacher. She begins wiping everything but her pussy first, and when she finally gets to it, the moment the toilet paper touches her delicate pussy lips, she feels an aftershock of pleasure from her second surprise burst of piss. Lacie didn’t know until that very moment she could cause herself any amount pleasure from her relief of desperation. Her once completely innocent mind begins to think naughty thoughts. She wonders about the possibility of pushing herself even further on the drive home and her arrival when she gets home later, but maybe wetting herself in her warm juices in her tightest pair of jeans. Lacie continues to wipe herself front to back between her fragile lips as she sits all the way up  in an attempted return the well behaved girl her parents raised her to be. She dabs her panties with more toilet paper, but that mark of shame isn’t going anywhere. Oddly enough, the paper didn’t smell or look completely like pussy nectar- almost as diluted as if she squirted. This makes her even curious. 

Lacie now realizes she wasn’t alone as the other girl in the stall flushes her toilet and makes her way to the sink. The fact that another person possibly heard her pleasurable relief further arouses her. She waits for her to leave so she doesn’t have to face any potential embarrassment. When the other girl leaves, she stands up ever so wobbly, pulls her panties back up to her waist, then her jeans. She zips them up and buttons her waist, her crotch still not fully recovered from the blast of juices that flowed between her thighs. Lacie washes her hands and begins to return to class but pauses to look in the mirror. She analyzes her body in deep thought for a few seconds, and begins to wonder who she really is. She leaves the restroom and walks back down the hall, still dumbfounded about the sensation that occurred earlier. But she holds her head up high in an attempt to exude confidence as she struts down the hallway in her once again confident stride.

The teacher welcomes Lacie back in a snarky manner, telling her to not leave class right away when it ends. She nods in acknowledgment; the teacher’s attempt to shame her has no affect- she can’t stop thinking about the relief of the release between her thighs earlier, and if it really caused an orgasm. Lacie came to learn about Political Science that day, but the science she learned about turned out to be more valuable than anything she could have learned that semester. 

After class, after all but tuning out Ms. R’s criticism and points about her mission to establish her authority, Lacie walks over to the college campus Starbucks and buys two Large Chai Tea’s for herself. She begins to smile as she thinks about her 20 minute drive back home. 

The End. ❤️

Edited January 16, 2023 by Love2seeherpee
I forgot to add some words and misspelled a few.