Lori Ch 01 3

Lori was just finishing her senior year in high school, had just turned 18 a few months ago, and was finally looking forward to some freedom going to college. Brown hair to her shoulders most often in a ponytail or bun, 5'7", average build, round ass, average boobs and curves in just the right places, Lori thought she was quite sexy, often liking what she saw in the mirror. Boys had often hit on her in school too, but she tended to have a "fuck off" sign on her forehead as a friend had once said. She'd only had one serious boyfriend in high school, but that only lasted about six months before she realized how immature he was.

This morning, Lori woke up feeling refreshed, having slept quite well, despite her bladder waking her up as often happened. She worked out most days of the week, and as such often drank plenty of water. Most mornings she'd wake up with some need to pee, and every once in a while, wake up bursting to pee and barely have enough time to get to the bathroom without pissing her panties. This morning wasn't too bad. A slight distraction, but not a serious concern.

As she rose from bed, she yawned, stretched and grabbed some jeans, shirt and hoodie, as well as panties and socks before heading to the bathroom to shower. Having two bathrooms in the house was good, but she was the only one to use this one, as the other was the master bath in her parents' bedroom. Lori showered, feeling clean and even more refreshed than before. The lingering sleepiness was gone, and in her renewed state, she briefly forgot she had to pee. She walked downstairs to have breakfast with just enough time to double-check she had clothes and shoes for gym later. It was then her bladder reasserted its desire to be empty. She had a few extra minutes, so she wandered back to her bathroom, only to find the door closed and locked. Who was in there? This was her bathroom! She knocked and her mom responded, "Sorry honey, I had to use your bathroom, emergency poo and your dad locked himself in our bathroom, I'll be out soon!"

What the hell, this was her bathroom, and she needed to pee before school! This wouldn't be a problem at college, Lori told herself. She waited outside the door, jiggling her legs slightly, hearing loud plops and farts echoing from her bathroom, with seemingly no end in sight. Her mom must have really needed to go badly, Lori thought, which she realized a few seconds later looking at her watch had cost her the chance to empty her bladder at home. She had to leave so she wasn't late. Maybe she could pee before her first class? She hoped she'd have enough time and wouldn't need to wait much longer. With that thought she grabbed her bag and jumped in her car for the short drive to school.

When she arrived at school, Lori checked the time on her watch. 7:54, she was cutting it close as her first class started at 8. She moved as quickly as she could through the doors, into the main building, outside and to the building for her first class. When she arrived at 7:56, she ran into the one thing she didn't need, want, or expect: a line. She silently swore and joined the back of the line, inwardly knowing she probably wouldn't get a chance to pee. Her assumption was proven correct as a minute later her teacher called to her saying class was about to start. Being the good student she was, she gave up her spot in line and resigned herself to holding her pee through first period.

Though it wasn't ideal, Lori figured she was now technically an adult and could hold her pee if needed. As such, her first period went relatively smoothly. She was able to start ignoring her bladder, and in fact forgot about it until she left class. Lori walked one building over to her next class, looked for a bathroom on the way, but it was closed for cleaning. She silently swore again at her bad luck, this was three times she was denied relief of her full bladder now, this had to be a record. She briefly thought about returning to her first period building, but wasn't sure she'd have the time, so she forced herself not to think about it and kept holding her pee.

Second period went smoothly as well, but Lori was a little more aware of her bladder now than before. She wasn't fidgety, or openly desperate to the point that anyone knew she had to pee, but it was slowly getting worse. She hoped her luck improved and she could finally find a bathroom to use. If only she had known the type of day she was about to have.

As second period started wrapping up, she'd been sipping at her water, and realized she had to pee pretty badly. She'd be able to find a bathroom soon though, she had to. The morning just had a string of unfortunate events that were way outside normal, right? She'd find a bathroom on the way to third period math, and she'd finally get to pee.

When she left second period, Lori felt the pee sloshing around in her full bladder and immediately looked to see if the bathroom in this building was open again. It wasn't, so she decided to walk to her next building to find one there. When she got there, a friend stopped her to talk for a minute, but all she wanted to do was get to the bathroom and finally pee. She was able to politely escape the conversation after a minute but realized checking her watch she'd have barely three minutes to get in the bathroom, pee, and still make it to class in time. She still walked around the corner to the bathroom thinking she might be able to squeeze it in, but she ran into another line. How the hell was her luck so bad today? She knew she'd never make it to class on time, so she had to give up on her plan to relieve her bladder and get to class so she wasn't late.

She got in class with a minute to spare and tried to get comfortable despite her bladder which was actively filling more considering the water Lori had already consumed. She thought she'd be able to find a bathroom by now, so she was consuming near her normal amount of water, which was starting to make its presence known. Regardless she focused on class as best she could, trying her best to ignore the warning signals from her bladder telling her she better make time for it.

She somehow made it through the period and planned on going right to the bathroom, but her teacher stopped her on her way out of the room to remind her of a major test they had coming up. Lori was always a great student, and her teachers seemingly went out of their way to help her out. Still, this was a delay she didn't need as she politely crossed her legs at the teacher's desk willing the conversation to be over so she could get to a bathroom before fourth period. Her need had been denied four times now, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take.

Finally, the teacher quit talking and dismissed her but checking her watch she realized she'd once again barely have time to get to the bathroom before fourth period. Lori walked as quickly as she was able with her full bladder to the previous building to her next class, hoping the bathrooms were open again as this one still had a line. She got there with three minutes to spare, no line out front, but walked in and found two girls in front of her. She pondered waiting, and did for a second, but checked her watch again and realized she'd be late if she waited any longer. Groaning quietly at having her need denied again, she walked out to her next class making it just as the bell rang. She would have gotten detention for being late, so she knew she never had a choice but to hold in her pee longer.

Lori had a little more trouble making it through fourth period. Her bladder was moving from the back of her mind as a mild distraction to the front of her mind as a more consistent and annoying need. It wasn't as if she could pee but could wait, she now definitely needed to pee, and it was getting bad enough that if she ran into many more delays, she'd need to risk being late to a class or asking for a hall pass to avoid pissing herself. But being a good student, she couldn't quite get herself there yet.

Somehow, she made it through fourth period and had reached lunch. How she'd survived this long having not peed since going to bed last night she couldn't figure out, but she had to keep holding until she could reach a bathroom and get on a toilet. As she entered the main building to get her lunch, she wandered toward the bathrooms there hoping she could get in before sitting down for her lunch. Unfortunately, there was another line, and she didn't want to miss lunch because she waited too long in line. Lori made the decision to eat first, then check the bathrooms before her next period.

She waited in line for her food, jiggling her legs and occasionally crossing them as the need to pee became more pronounced, still sipping at her water to avoid getting cramps from dehydration. She finally got her food, sat down and started eating. Her bladder was so full it was hard to have an appetite, but she knew there was no sense starving herself and fighting a full bladder, so she ate her whole meal.

When she finally finished her meal, Lori realized she had less than ten minutes to visit the bathroom before she'd have a slightly long walk to her next class. It was now or never, otherwise she'd have to hold it even longer, which was becoming less and less possible the longer she was denied relief. She took one more sip of her water, then stood up to an immediate protest from her now very full bladder, threw out her trash and dropped her tray at the collection racks, then walked in the direction of the bathrooms around the corner. When she rounded the corner, she nearly cried. There was a sign on the bathroom doors saying, "Closed for Maintenance", and she immediately crossed her legs and started walking as quickly as her bladder allowed toward the building where her sixth period class was. She simply had to find a bathroom; she had to pee too badly to have this much bad luck in one day. As she walked into the building, she checked her watch and realized she still had about 5 minutes, then noticed a line at the bathroom door. She thought about finding another bathroom, but her luck had been so bad today, she thought she'd lose her chance if she walked away from this working bathroom. She got in line and waited with the other girls for her turn, dancing slightly in place with a sudden increase in pressure in her bladder. She checked her watch again, and she was down to three minutes, and still a couple in line ahead of her. They got in and out, she was next, and she had been so consumed with getting on the toilet that she hadn't realized she had run out of time as the bell rang and nearly scared the pee out of her desperately full bladder. She yelped, squeezed her crotch to prevent a wetting and hobbled to class more desperate than ever.

The teacher asked to see her after class but let her go to her desk. Lori struggled badly to focus with her bladder screaming for relief, but she made the end of class somehow still dry. She finally got up to approach the teacher's desk, and had to wait squirming for a moment before he was able to talk to her. "You were late, so I need you in for a half hour detention after school."

"But I was...." Lori started to protest, when the teacher cut her off.

"It doesn't matter, rules are rules, see you after school."

Now she was getting detention for trying to empty her bladder. What bullshit, if only this teacher knew what she'd been through. She saw no point in resisting further, as it would only further delay her relief, so she stormed out of the room fuming at how horribly her day was going.

Seventh period was in another building, so she stopped at the nearest bathrooms first, hoping for a shift in her luck, and found another line. How were so many girls always lined up for the bathroom every time she got to one that was working?? She kept walking to the other building, planning on stopping in those bathrooms before class in less than 4 minutes no matter what. She entered the building, knowing she'd get her relief whether she was late or not, only to find an "Out of Order" sign on both doors, and nearly screamed before crossing her legs, dancing on the spot for a second and walking to her last real class for the day absolutely bursting to pee.

Lori struggled through seventh period, barely able to think of anything but her desperately full bladder, and knowing she had gym next, which would be pure torture if she couldn't get relief before she got there. She knew there were a larger block of girls' toilets in the gym building though, so she'd get there quickly, change, then immediately sit on the toilet before having to run around playing basketball or whatever stupid thing they were doing today. Her thoughts focused on planning her next move, she somehow made it through seventh period and nearly jumped from her seat to hobble her way to the gym.

When she arrived, she was dancing in place while she struggled to get her gym clothes on. She leaked a tiny squirt in her panties as she bent down to tie her shoes and resolved to get right on the toilet with a few minutes to spare. She finally finished dressing and waddled with legs tightly crossed to the toilets, thankfully finding no line and a few stalls available. She thanked her lucky stars she'd made it this far, knowing her relief was seconds away, and she'd finally empty her now aching bladder. She danced in place closing and locking the door, then pulled her shorts and panties down, and sat, ready for her ordeal to be over. She sat for a second, then a few, but nothing happened. She was bursting, and was close to wetting herself, but now sitting on the toilet with a room full of girls on the other side of her stall door, her bladder was being shy, and she was in tears realizing she simply wasn't relaxed enough to get her relief. Still, she waited another minute, frantically hoping she could relax enough to pee. Then the worst thing all day happened. "Lori, I need you out of there, we're starting now!"

Lori swore under her breath, tears in her eyes, and stood up to pull her shorts and panties up, still holding her painfully full bladder and dreading the next 40 minutes ahead. She wiped her eyes though and tried her best to participate despite crossing her legs nearly the entire time against what was now an entire day of her bladder being denied relief.

She somehow made it to the end of gym without wetting herself, and started changing painfully slowly, aware that she'd likely miss another opportunity to pee before detention. Maybe her teacher would let her go? She had to hope that was the case, otherwise she might wet herself, which she really wanted to avoid.

She arrived at the room for her detention without even bothering to look at the bathrooms on the way, hoping if she asked this male teacher for a chance at relief, he'd be understanding. She walked in, quickly realizing she was alone in detention. She'd only twice had detention before but was never alone. Before she sat down, she stood squirming at the teacher's desk for a second until he looked up from the paper he was grading and looked her over top to bottom, noticing Lori was extremely fidgety. "Are you alright, Lori?"

"No sir, I need to go to the bathroom really badly!" Lori blurted out.

"You should have gone before you came here," the teacher said, "I can't let you go now, it's against the rules."

"Please," Lori pleaded, "I wouldn't otherwise ask, but I haven't gone since last night, and every time I thought I had a chance something got in the way! I'm bursting!"

"Jeez," the teacher said with no small amount of shock on his face, "go to the one right down the hall, and then we can start your half hour. Hurry up."

"Thank you," Lori said, dancing in place, "I can't thank you enough." Then she waddled out of the room barely holding on. She hobbled down the hall, her bladder in pain from holding so long, then to the bathroom. She got there, saw no line and pushed on the door but it wouldn't budge. She looked at her watch, finding it was 3:10 and the bathrooms were locked for the day. She couldn't help but start crying, both from being denied relief yet again, and the horrible pain in her bladder that she would now have to bear even longer. She hobbled back to class, wiped her eyes, and silently sat in her seat, fidgeting and squirming against the agonizing pressure in her bladder, and hoped she could just make it through detention without exploding in her jeans.

Her jeans were pressing against her bladder, her belt making it worse. She subtly undid her belt and that helped for a few minutes, but she was almost out of time, and she knew it. Surprisingly, the teacher hadn't said anything when she came back way too quickly and was clearly still in a desperate state. He didn't offer another solution, just buried himself in books and papers to grade, occasionally glancing at Lori squirming at her desk, whimpering with desperate agonizing urges to empty her bladder. As occupied as Lori was with not pissing herself, she glanced once or twice at the teacher, who she saw not only adjust himself once, but one time after a pretty severe urge and subsequent potty dance where Lori had squeezed her crotch to keep from flooding her pants, she could clearly see he had gotten hard, as much as he might try to hide it. He was turned on by this, what a pervert. Then again, Lori thought, it was mildly arousing to her being so desperate and being denied the relief she so badly needed. Her rock hard bladder was putting pressure on her lady parts and it was actually turning her on a little. She'd have to think about why later, but she still had ten minutes before she could go to her car and go home, since the bathrooms were locked.

Finally, her half hour was up, and the teacher told Lori she was free to go. Did he say it that way intentionally, knowing she couldn't get relief for her bursting bladder? She couldn't know, but she guessed it was fully intentional to watch her squirm a little extra, which she did, and he obviously watched as Lori waddled out of the room, legs tightly pressed together trying desperately not to piss herself.

She very carefully made it to her car a little while later, somehow still dry. She wasn't sure how she'd make it home without pissing herself, but she had to try. After all it was only another few minutes back home.

After an agonizing drive, Lori found herself back home, and realized her mom's car was in the driveway, she must have gotten home early from work. It took Lori a second to compose herself for the walk into the house, as she said to herself, "Jesus I have to piss so badly, I'm about to explode! Don't wet yourself, Lori, you're a big girl. Just gotta make it into the house and to your bathroom."

She finally carefully got out of her car trying not to piss herself immediately, which she didn't. She very slowly hobbled to the door, whimpering with the effort of holding her flood in her bladder. She reached the door, turned the handle and it was locked. Of course, why not as today had gone. Another delay to her relief as she fought to get the key in her lock as she felt her bladder let go of a leak which soaked the crotch of her jeans.

She made it inside, hobbling toward her bathroom, when her mother exited her own bathroom and stopped right in front of Lori's bathroom blocking her daughter's access to relief again, asking how her day was. Lori whimpered in response, and suddenly her bladder let go with the force of a firehose, soaking her pants and spraying the floor for over a minute and a half as her mother watched horrified at her daughter's horrendous accident.

When she was finally done peeing, Lori's mom asked what happened, and Lori cried explaining how long she'd gone without peeing, and her mother gave her a big hug and helped her clean up before her dad got home. It was quite an experience for Lori, and she couldn't help but think about her arousal toward the end of the ordeal and how she'd need to explore that feeling eventually.