Posted by Lloyd on December 07, 1998 at 19:12
The Lesson
(Based very very loosely on 'reality', with extremely liberal use of artistic license...)
Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous young student named Gloria. Gloria was cute, little, blonde, blue eyed, 18 years old, and was only a month into her first year of university when she discovered that she had a problem with maths. Gloria actually had a head for maths, but like so many girls in her school, had tried not to show it, and so hadn't really learnt as much as she knew she should have, so she knew she was shortly going to have some problems with her courses at uni, which somehow had managed to have a lot of maths in them. The annoying thing about that was that most of the maths she had to learn now, she recognised from school, but just couldn't get her head around. She was going to have to do something about it.
The Maths Department had a number of postgraduate students on hand to help out whenever a student had problems with their work, and Gloria thought that she would make some use of their services, as long as she could find someone she liked. Gloria was quite aware of the fact that she was cute, and she had a habit of wearing tight little shorts and top sets; her favourite was a cute little green and purple number that she'd been wearing for the last year and a half - it was getting a little tight, now, but she liked that, and she wasn't shy about letting anyone know it. Something else she liked, although she was less forthright about it, was that she loved the feeling of the tight shorts through her knickers when she had a full bladder, and loved to rub herself through her pants while holding onto her pee. She also loved getting to the point where she had to let go squirts to avoid too much pain, and the feeling on her fingers of the urine soaking her knickers and shorts as she did it.
But back to the story...
Gloria made her way to the tutorial one day, determined to find a tutor she could wrap around her finger. Little did she know where this would lead her... Well, as it happened, there WAS a tutor there, who caught her eye as soon as she entered the room. She seated herself near to where he was and started getting her books out, looking up at him to see if she could get his attention. The tutor was busy with another student, so Gloria naturally started to look a little clumsy and, well, untutored, and like a shot, she had her tutor. It was almost as if she had some sort of magic. But it was more likely the cute little flip skirt she wore that day!
Quite a few tutorials later...
It wasn't working. Gloria knew she needed more tutorials, but there just wasn't enough time during the day, when her favourite tutor could help her. If only she could have him help her after hours... Yes! That was it! She would ask Lloyd (That was his name, strangely enough! Ed.) whether he would come to her house for some extra lessons! Strangely enough, Lloyd jumped at the chance, er... offer, um.. request, and that night, he turned up at the door of her house. Gloria had told her mother that a tutor was calling that night, and so when the doorbell rang, her mother called her down to answer it. In walked Lloyd, and Gloria took him into the living room, where she was going to let Lloyd teach her a thing or two.
Gloria had decided, just for today, to wear her cute little green and purple shorts and top set. She and Lloyd sat down at the little circular table she had set up for the purpose, and she pulled her chair closer to him, the better, of course, to see the working on the paper as he explained terms and solutions to her.
They were about halfway through the first hour when Lloyd noticed Gloria squirming a little in her seat, and the way the cute little shorts she was wearing seemed to be riding up a little. Gloria also had this little habit of parting her legs a little and tilting her hips forward, which was somewhat provocative, but when she occasionally seemed to grind her crotch into the seat, rubbing it ever so slightly back and forth, he could barely contain himself! Lloyd had also become aware of a faint musky perfume that reminded him of something he had never smelt on someone else before. He wondered. Could it be? Gloria? Hmm, this was going to take some investigation.
Gloria had, out of habit, been holding her pee for most of the day. By the time Lloyd had arrived, she was really starting to feel good, and having a difficult time leaving herself alone. Her mother had noticed and suggested a couple of times that it might be prudent to do something about it before the tutor arrived. Gloria's habits were well known to her mother, after all, like mother like daughter, right? But Gloria ignored her mother, as she usually did, and now she was approaching the point where she usually let a squirt or two, or at least played with herself through her pants. In fact, when she thought Lloyd was distracted by an explanation, Gloria stole a quick squeeze of her crotch, sending a jolt of erotic electricity through her bladder and into her pelvis. It was all she could do to contain herself, as her bladder started to contract in waves of response.
Gloria let escape a soft inadvertant moan of pleasure, and Lloyd's ears pricked up. He noticed out of the corner of her eye, as Gloria put her fingers to her nose. Suddenly Lloyd was a lot more aware of Gloria's unique fragrance, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it smelled familiar - VERY familiar. But how was he going to find out whether or not he was right? He tried to think about what he was here for, but he was finding it quite difficult, under the circumstances...
Gloria sniffed her fingers - nice. She knew most girls didn't like their own smell, but Gloria liked hers. But then hers was different. Her smell had an extra ingredient. It was just at that moment that she realised something. She hadn't washed this particular outfit since the last time she had played with herself in it, and she had a good time, that time. Good enough to wet her chair a little, in fact. And now she noticed she could smell herself, which meant so could Lloyd! Well, that could be good or that could be bad. Time to find out which one.
Lloyd noticed Gloria put her hand into her crotch and start grinding again. There was no doubt now that Gloria was holding onto a full bladder, and she wasn't making much effort to conceal the fact. Lloyd asked Gloria whether she was OK. Gloria replied that she was but that she was just a little uncomfortable. So they kept going for a while, Gloria's desperation getting more obvious all the time. The funny thing about it was that she definitely seemed to be enjoying it. Even though her pain showed in her face, it was always overlaid by a smile of pleasure, and she was making more and more deep soft moaning sounds.
Lloyd thought he knew the signs, and so he started to comment on her actions. "You look like you need to go to the toilet, Gloria", he said.
"Mmmm, yes", she said,"but it's OK, I'll be alright..."
"Well, if you say so, but to me it looks like you're about to pee in your pants!", said Lloyd, thinking as he said it, that was just a little to forward. He hoped he hadn't overstepped the mark...
"Oh, yes, I know it looks like that, but I'm not worried. I'm sure I can hold it a little longer, if I want to.", answered Gloria, thinking that Lloyd must surely be getting the idea she was strange, but she couldn't help herself, now that she was feeling so good. She just hoped she wouldn't scare him off...
"And what would happen if you decided you didn't want to?" asked Lloyd, knowing that he was sailing dangerously close to the edge for polite conversation, and definitely over the edge for professional ethics.
"Well, I guess, I'd have to dash for the bathroom. If I decided to, that is..."
Now what did that mean? Was she actually hinting that she might not? "And what would you do if you decided not to?", Lloyd asked, just to test his idea.
"I'd have to try to minimise the damage, I suppose", said Gloria, convinced now that Lloyd would either call an end to this or continue it. She had decided it was worth the risk, but was now beginning to worry that she had misjudged him, he was taking so long to answer.
"You're welcome to use this.", Lloyd said, producing his folded white handkerchief. Gloria looked at the square of folded white cotton, momentarily shocked with a mixture of relief and excitement. Lloyd was going along with it. He wasn't going to suggest she go to the bathroom again, he was going to just sit there and watch as she allowed herself to come ever closer to the edge and finally....
Thinking she hadn't heard, Lloyd said again, "Gloria, I asked you did you want this?".
"Oh, sorry, yes, well, thank you. I don't need it yet - just keep it on hand." What was she saying? Her heart was pounding - she was actually going to wet her pants in front of this guy, she had as much as admitted that she was going to and he was going along with it, indeed had offered to help her do it! Oh, wow, this was getting exciting!
"OK," said Lloyd. "I'll just leave it here for you when you want it."
"Thanks Lloyd. Maybe I won't need it." But I probably WILL, she thought... And so the lesson continued, Gloria openly squirming and holding herself.
Shortly before the end of the first hour, Gloria's mother came through the door carrying coffee for them, and noticed the signs of Gloria squirming a little in her seat, and the look on Gloria's face. She thought she recognised something there, and asked if Gloria was OK, to which she replied, yes, of course. Gloria's mother fixed her with an absorbing stare; she just knew that gloria was close to peeing her pants, but how was she going to say anything with Lloyd here? She asked one more time, was Gloria sure she was OK, to which Gloria answered yes, yet again, and so she left it at that. What was Gloria playing at? She knew her daughter too well to think she didn't know she was close to the point of losing it, she had to know, but there was nothing she could do, so she left the room.
"I thought she'd never leave", said Gloria.
"She's only worried about you." said Lloyd.
"She knows I'm about to pee my pants." she blurted without thinking, and regretting it instantly.
"So do I!"
"Does it bother you?"
"No"
"Then don't worry about it."
"I'm just worried I'll miss it."
"You'll know as soon as I do!"
"Perhaps we should get some more maths done?"
"I don't think I could concentrate on maths right now..."
"That bad, huh? Why don't you put the hanky down there and then you could just let a few squirts to take the edge of it?" said Lloyd, astounded that he had the gall to say such a thing to a student, but enjoying this so much he didn't care any more.
"That's a good idea, maybe I will. Do you mind?"
"No, of course not. I offered after all..."
"OK," said Gloria, "but only because you said it was alright..."
With her right hand, Gloria picked up the hanky, and put it over her left hand, in her crotch, then quickly removed her left hand, which was serving to stem the flow. In the instant that the pressure was relieved, she felt a spurt go into the crotch of her pants, and a slight warmth coming through the hanky to the fingers of her right hand holding it in place.
"How wet can I get it?" she asked.
"As wet as you like!" said Lloyd, beyond caring about ethics, now, and totally enjoying the experience of his beautiful young student preparing to wet her pants in front of him.
"Good," was all Gloria said, and then she went quiet. For a second, all was silent, but Gloria's heart as she pushed out a squirt though her pants and into the hanky. Her pants were so tight, there was not the slightest noise except for a slight one in her throat as she pushed. Lloyd watched her face change slightly as she pushed her pee into his hanky, and heard the slight grunt in her throat.
"I heard that!", said Lloyd.
"Sorry"
"No, it's OK, I thought it was cute!"
"Cute?"
"Well, sexy actually, but I didn't feel right saying it?"
"Now it's my turn to say it's OK!"
"Yes, but can I have the hanky back when you're finished with it?"
"You want it back?" Gloria said with a knowing smile. "Sure, but I still have to use it a bit more yet."
"Well, be careful - it doesn't hold all that much."
"How do YOU know?"
"Let's just say I have some experience in quite a number of interesting fields..."
"You do it too!" Gloria said, realising for the first time that she was in the company of someone she could empathise with.
"Well, now that you mention it, I have been known to enjoy the occasional indiscretion..."
"That's a funny way of saying you like to pee your pants."
"Well, you weren't exactly obvious about it, either!"
"But I'm about to be!"
"What do you mean"
"I still have to go, and I've only got this little hanky."
"Well, do as much as you can, and then hold the rest."
"And what if I can't?"
"Well, I guess we'll have to deal with that when it happens..."
"Yes, but for now, I have to go again!" As Gloria let pushed another longer squirt though her pants she felt the hanky getting hot and the wetness spreading under her hand. It was when she started to feel some wetness run under her, between the seat and her buttocks, that she realised the hanky had overflowed, but she wasn't done - not nearly. She still desperately needed to pee, she had let go the floodgates now and she needed to continue. With supreme effort, she stopped the flow, and looked down at herself.
"Oops," she said.
"What?"
"I did too much. And I still want to do more."
"Maybe you should go to the bathroom?"
"No! I want to do it here!"
"But the hanky can't hold any more, can it?"
"No..."
"Wait, I've got an idea. Drink your coffee, and I'll drink mine and then we can squeeze out the hanky into the cups!"
"OK, quick, then."
Quickly drinking down the cups of coffee, they put their plan into action. Gloria lifted the hanky away from her crotch, and quickly put her left hand back into her crotch.
"Here, you do it." She said. "Quickly, quickly, come on, I'm starting to pee again, quick!"
"OK, OK, I'm doing it as fast as I can" said Lloyd as he wrung out his hanky carefully over the cup.
"Not fast enough - here give it to me!" said Gloria urgently, as she felt the hot urine starting to leak out between the fingers of her left hand. She grabbed the hanky and thrust it back into her crotch, peeing hard before she even had it in place, getting the hot liquid on the seat and under her, and dripping off the seat onto the floor. Seemingly no sooner than she had started peeing, the hanky was saturated again, but she didn't want to stop!
"Hey you're getting it everywhere!" exclaimed Lloyd.
"I know, but I can't stop!"
"Well, at least let me squeeze this out!" said Lloyd, grabbing the soaking rag.
"OK, but make it quick."
While Lloyd squeezed out his saturated hanky into one of the cups, Gloria looked down at herself, the saturated two-tone crotch of her green and purple shorts, and watched the urine soaking through the material as she continued to soak her tight cotton knickers and the tight shorts. Her crotch glistened as the wetness welled up through the three thicknesses of fabric, and Gloria pulled her pants tight against her as she pushed harder and gazed, mesmerized, at the hot liquid pouring through her pants.
As Lloyd turned back, this is the sight that struck him: His gorgeous young blonde student was sitting slid forward on her chair, leaning back against the backrest, legs apart, hips tilted upwards so she could see better, hands on her lower abdomen, either side of her crotch, fingers pulling up on the slinky material, and watching her urine gush out of her pants in a steady, strong stream. Lloyd's gaze moved to Gloria's face, and there he saw a study of agonal bliss, lips parted, teeth clenched, and a continual, low, guttoral, breathy moan coming from between them.
"I'm doing it. I'm doing it." said Gloria, through her clenched teeth, as the urine cascaded off her chair and splashed and dribbled into the growing puddle on the floor. All Lloyd could do was sit and watch. All he could think of was this wonderful young woman peeing her pants right next to him, and wondering whether he was dreaming.
Gloria's mother chose just that moment to walk through the door and stopped dead in her tracks. Lloyd saw her instantly, and caught the look of surprise in Gloria's mother's face; in the next instant, Gloria noticed her mother and looked up, startled, and tried to sit up, still peeing hard and uncontrollably. In the next instant, to Lloyd's total amazement, Gloria's mother SMILED, shook her head and with one last glance to the waterfall still pouring out of Gloria's pants, left the room. Had Lloyd missed something? How could her mother just accept this behaviour? Lloyd looked at Gloria for a clue.
"Oops" was all she said.
Mother would have a few words to say to her about proper behaviour in the company of visitors...
The End (for now)
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