Sophies Not The Only One

Along the parallel streets of any city sits buildings of every size. Entire blocks can be defined by just a few rows of design and care. One such street housed many tall buildings which coated the rest of the block in shadow. It didn't help that the late afternoon sun now hung behind the tall, partially empty office buildings. Across from these buildings was a small row of one and two story buildings. In contrast to the looming square design of the cooperate offices, the small buildings were built in a bygone era. Designed with care and a hope that they would last forever. Up until now, they had kept their promise.

One such building was a small coffee shop. Bathed in the same long shadow of the tall office buildings, it stood in defiance of the faceless corporations that took up space in front of it. With redone wood floors, a bar top that ran along the smaller windows and cozy tables, the hustle and bustle of the city could not penetrate these walls. To the left of the main door stood a long counter, and behind the counter was a thin heartbreaker. Her name was Sophie.

Her makeup was near perfect, blending well with her white skin. It was well accented by her black hair, which sported bangs that were swept to one side, though still short enough that her brown eyes were on display. Black eyeliner followed each of her eyelids in perfect contour, with just enough of an eye shadow to create an almost smoky appearance. Her small septum piercing glinted in the light of the coffee shop, standing out against her thinner lips, which were glossed. With a smile that never showed teeth, she could entrance and entice anyone. And she knew it.

On this particular day, Sophie donned a loose fitting black shirt. Low cut, it seemed to rest solely on her smaller, perky tits. If one looked close enough, maybe they could catch a glimpse of her black bra straps as she moved. That is, if they weren't distracted by the intricate tattoos on her arms. Small phrases in cursive, a colored heart, a long winding vine that reached from her wrist to her shoulders. It was almost as distracting as the "emo" and "kid" etched into each hand. Her shirt was just short enough to expose her pierced belly button as she walked to and from each side of the coffee stations. Matching her black shirt, Sophie wore very short grey, almost acid washed shorts. Strategically they housed a designed tear on one of her upper thighs and frayed edges, which just barely reached the mid-point of her thin thighs. To tie her entire outfit together, she had black boots, laced tightly and long, black thigh-high socks, styled with grey stripes.

On her phone, Sophie had her arms over the counter. Quiet for now, there weren't very many people in the small shop. Casually, she would take a long drink from an unassuming thermos. Each sip was cool and refreshing, owing to the insulated mug and ice inside. Most of what she was drinking was flavored lemonade, however, being the younger woman that she was, Sophie had opted to spike it with a shot or two of vodka. She couldn't really taste it but the slight buzz was a welcome one. She took another sip. The cool liquid running down her throat and though her body. As it made its way to her bladder, Sophie was completely unaware of the calamity that she was about to bring on herself.

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Nichole looked at the clock. The hour hand was nearing four. In just a few moments, her professor would be handing out exams, and she couldn't care less. Not that she didn't care about college, but she had much more interesting thoughts to attend to. Her phone buzzed. One of her last messages before she'd be required to put it away. It was Sophie.

Hey thanks for the lemonade lol, tastes awesome!

Nichole responded quickly No problem! Maybe I'll make some for Nail too.

With that, Nichole slid her phone into the pocket of her jeans. Dressed much more for comfort than show, Nichole had gone with light blue jeans and a very dark, almost black sweatshirt, with the gold lettering of her collage stitched across the top. It was comfortable, even if it hid her larger boobs. Her brown, low cut shoes had a white base which gave her a little more style without hurting comfort all that much. It also helped her show off her little ankle bracelet. She was comfortable and cute, and that's what mattered to her.

What worried Nichole was the fact that the seat next to her was empty. Typically Maya sat next to her. Maya was never late, always punctual, and especially early for tests. The hour hand struck four. A tension settled in among the twenty or so students. Waiting for the professor to stand, all eyes went forward. Phones went into backpacks or pockets and conversation seemed to taper off. All talk officially ended when the professor stood, his tall posture towering over the group. As he walked towards the door, suddenly Maya burst through the open door, nearly knocking the professor down.

"I am so sorry I'm late! I-"

The professor put his hand up. She stopped talking

"Its fine, I was just about to address the class. Looks like I printed a few tests short, so I'm giving you all an extra few minutes to study while I print a few more. My apologies."

None of the students seemed to mind. As the professor left, conversation resumed and tension dissipated. Maya took her place next to Nichole, nearly hitting her with her orange purse.

"Oh my gosh I was up like all night studying!" Maya started to talk as she pulled an energy drink out of her purse. She continued

"Then I fell asleep and literally woke up like an hour ago. I've been chugging these like crazy." She spoke much faster than normal, clearly not lying.

Maya handed Nichole the energy drink, and the jeans clad Nichole took it graciously. Maya continued to talk rapidly

"So that's why I texted you and was like 'hey do you want one?' Cuz they had like four of them on sale, and I had two. Then I felt sick so I had water." She kind of laughed.

Nichole couldn't tell what was supposed to be funny, but she enjoyed the opportunity for a conversation.

"You were up all night? I've got no chance then!"

"Nah, you studied, I'm sure you're fine!"

"I hope. I made a date last night so I gotta finish quick at least." Nichole cracked open the energy drink and took a sip.

For not having time to do much, Maya still looked stylish. A beige skirt and white band t-shirt hugged her boobs nicely, and her thicker caramel thighs stood out against the contrasting colors. She had on high top white boots and white socks, which Nichole admired.

"New shoes" Maya smiled, proud of herself "Dad got them for me cuz of my grades!"

As she looked over them herself, her curly, shoulder length hair stayed in place. Hiding a pair of sunglasses in the mass of hair, she untangled them and set them on her desk. Nichole took another sip of her energy drink just as her professor walked back in the door, fresh tests in his hand. The conversation around the room died out again as all focus turned towards him. Nichole tried to focus, but the corner of her eye was caught on Maya's rapidly moving foot. Too many energy drinks Nichole thought. She didn't know how right she was.

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"Hey" A small voice got Sophie's attention. Not that it was hard to hear in the slow coffee shop.

Her coworker Hanna, a short nineteen year old with glasses held a small cup of coffee in her hands. Sophie thought she was cute

"Hey" Sophie responded with a smile "Aren't you on break?"

"Well yeah but I made this coffee and I want to know if it's any good. Would you like some?"

Hanna had taken a table for herself near the door, a cup of the same coffee for herself was already sitting in front of a chair. Sophie grabbed the opportunity. She yelled to her manager, who was in the back

"Aaron, I'm going on break."

He didn't respond with words. Just a thumbs up. He was cool.

The two made their way to the small table and sat down facing each other. Sophie took a slow sip. It was still hot. But sweet. On top of the spiked lemonade she had consumed, her bladder sent a quick warning. A twinge that told her not to have too much. She ignored it. Hanna took her own sip. The two not saying a thing. Just as the awkward silence set in, Hanna broke it

"It's too sweet, isn't it?"

"No! No I like it." Sophie defended the concoction.

The two fell back into silence. Another message from her bladder to her brain. All it was asking was for Sophie to go and use the toilet while she had the chance. But Sophie wanted to spend some time with Hanna, enough that her brain overrode her bladder. As the two sipped coffee, Sophie made some small talk.

"So do you like working here?"

"Um...yeah I guess so. It's kind of fun. Gives me time to draw." Hanna paused "I like

your tattoos."

"Oh thanks! Do you have any?"

"Oh no! Mom would kill me!" The two laughed.

Sophie's bladder spasmed at her laugh, demanding to know why she would rather talk with a coworker than relieve herself. Sophie's mind countered with an intimate gaze at the young woman in front of her. Hanna was in a flowing short dress. The blue color was as relaxing as the freckled girl with green eyes was enticing. What Sophie wouldn't want to do to her. The thought was enough to take her mind off her annoyed bladder.

"I got my first one a fifteen. When Mom was sober she was mad but..." Sophie's slight smile faded. Hanna's wide smile also evaporated

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine just... Ah whatever, I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Well that killed it. Nice conversation there dumbass Sophie scolded herself.

Her bladder took the opportunity to issue another dull warning, but this time, it didn't leave. Subtly, Sophie placed her hand over her abdomen and rubbed. She put her arms back over the table. Tying to restart the conversation she added

"So what do you like to draw?"

"Oh just anything. I started with landscapes and I draw people now. But they're not any good."

"I'm sure they're good. Just like this coffee!"

Sophie finished the rest of her coffee, her bladder arguing with her. Hanna smiled and looked down.

"This was nice. Maybe we can take another break together soon?"

Sophie smiled and nodded. As Hanna stood she grabbed the empty cups from both of them. Sophie stood with her, her muscles tensing as she did. Now with the opportunity to go, Sophie was going to take it. Walking towards the only bathroom in the store, she passed a businesswoman who was typing away on her laptop. The woman looked up. Sophie could swear she was checking her out. Or maybe Sophie was just horny. Either way her thoughts were interrupted when her manager called her name.

"Hey could you take out the trash?"

"Didn't we do that this morning?"

"Yeah but that book club will be here any second."

Sophie ran through the days in her mind. Then she remembered. With a quick realization of how busy work was going to be she stopped walking towards the bathroom and started for the trash. Like a child who had their toy taken away, her bladder threw a tantrum. How could Sophie take away relief so quickly? Enraged, her bladder sent shockwaves up and down her thin frame as she gathered the trash. But like a wave, it subsided. As Sophie made her way outside to the dumpster, she had two thoughts on her mind Did Hanna and I just have a date? I hope this book club isn't too busy tonight, I kind of have to pee.

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Nichole looked at the clock. Nearly 45 minutes had passed. Feeling the first hint of her filled bladder, she looked at her now empty energy drink. She could feel its effects as she started to jitter from the caffeine. Or maybe it was nerves. Or her need. Or all three. She tapped her pencil on the desk, the yellow utensil clacking off of the plastic desk. As her energy drink continued to push into her bladder, it mixed with the liquid she had already consumed. Nichole countered sightly using her womanly muscles. A dull ache, it remained as she pressed on through her next set of questions. The empty can was coated with moisture, almost teasing her filling bladder. A silence came back over the room as Nichole returned to her work.

Another question in and the quiet was broken by May, who suddenly shot her hand in the air. Nichole looked over, watching her classmate's jittering legs. Maya had one hand under her desk, but neither hand was taking the test. The professor walked over silently, and in the smaller room he quickly stood over the student, looking over her test. Nichole found it hard to continue to work with him right there. She couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation. Maya spoke in a whisper

"...but I really need to go. I'll be-"

Nichole couldn't hear what he was saying but Maya stayed put as he left to go back to his desk. Looking back over at her classmate, Nichole studied her movements again. Her mind flashed back to her night out with Sophie.

Oh...She needs to pee...

With that Nichole's mind wandered back to her bladder. A constant heavy feeling had settled in her abdomen, and Nichole wondered if her blue jeans were too tight. She looked back over at Maya's jostling legs and started squirming a little too.

I shouldn't look...It's making me have to go!

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Returning from taking out the trash, Sophie could immediately tell that the book club had arrived. A group of women, some older, some younger had pushed a number of tables together. While keeping her composure outwardly, inwardly her bladder protested. It wanted her to duck into the bathroom quickly. She knew she couldn't. As Sophie walked back behind the counter to tend to the growing line, she couldn't help but acknowledge the growing pressure. A pinch that rested right against her shaved pussy.

"Hey! What can I get for you?" Sophie could put on a nice smile when she needed to

As the customer at the counter decided what to order, another warning was sent from Sophie's bladder to her brain. Without relenting, the pressure forced her knees to jitter slightly. An effective counter. For now.

A few of the customers had put their orders in. While it wasn't exactly hard work, it was still something to keep her mind off of her need. Kicking the wooden floor with her heel, Sophie nonchalantly took as many orders as she could pass off to both Hanna and Aaron before she'd have to jump in to help. Had someone been able to see through the counter, or if her coworkers turned around, she'd look innocent enough. What none of them would know however, is that the cute emo girl behind the counter was starting to desperately need the bathroom.

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What Sophie didn't know, was that Nichole was in the same boat. As she worked through her test, each question was seemingly taking longer. The room felt hotter. Maybe it was just her. A desperate shiver ran along her spine. Jittering her jean-clad legs, Nichole took a deep breath. Almost marching in her seat, Nichole alternated her legs as she tried to take the pressure off of her tight pussy. Her classmates paid little attention to her. The few that were distracted had no idea that Nichole had to pee, but they all knew that Maya had to go.

The poor girl had her legs wrapped around each other. They bounced, wiggled and fettered around Maya's hand, which was now jammed under her new skirt. Gripping her privates while her hips gyrated, everyone could hear Maya's soft whimpering. Her dark skinned legs crossed and recrossed, making a slight sound as her thick thighs adjusted to her movements. Selfishly, watching her classmate struggle was enough of a distraction for Nichole that she was able to resist the gnawing urge to hold herself.

As the two desperate girls continued their work, the room started to feel warmer. Nichole wanted to drink, but told herself she shouldn't. The chair was uncomfortable. Or at least starting to feel that way. She dug her knuckles into her back to ease her muscles, but as she pressed into her back it was as though she had pushed her water forward. She cringed and shot her body forward. Rubbing her thighs together in an odd attempt to repel her advancing urine, Nichole was starting to squirm as much as Maya.

Selfishly, Nichole looked at the clock. She could finish before the allotted time was up, she knew that. But she had a little less than an hour if she was going to make it home on time for her date. To make it worse she was slowing down. Her bladder weighed her mind down as well as her body. Like running underwater, Nichole slowly felt her mind unable to press through her need. Now required by her body to start using her hand, Nichole began to grab at her crotch under her desk. It seemed to help. Confident but now desperate, she pressed forward, while pressing her hand against herself. Rhythmically, the college student was able to regain some of her lost momentum.

That was until Maya gasped. Distracted, Nichole looked over to her classmate, who now had both hands jammed against her new skirt. Whimpering, the clearly desperate Maya shot her hand into the air, urgently trying to get their professor's attention. Without saying a word, he quietly walked over to the struggling student. Nichole was only able to pick up on part of their whispering conversation.

"Please-"

"...I can grade what you have..."

Nichole could hear her desperate classmate beg, but it was no use. She wondered if Maya was even working on her exam at all. Still forced to work one handed, Nichole could find some solace in the fact that at least it wasn't her. Crossing her legs, she refocused. She told herself she'd make it.

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Nichole's greatest luxury was her ability to hold herself. Unfortunately for Sophie, she had no such grace. Instead, she had a fake smile plastered on her face and her legs crossed behind the counter. At least she was short enough that her thin legs were hidden. Also hidden were her toes, clenching and relaxing while hidden by her long black boots. With each rhythmic pump, they attempted to take the dominating pressure off of Sophie's tiring peehole. Anything for a new sensation. Sophie had to forget about her need.

A customer gave his order. Sophie punched it into the computer. What was normally a mindless task filled with small talk was quickly becoming silent. The pressure on her tight pussy was also pressing on her mind. Sophie could talk to anyone, but not while also holding back an ocean of spiked lemonade and coffee. The liquids had combined to make a potent cocktail which acted like a battering ram against Sophie's soft defenses. She clenched again. Rubbing her thighs together while she stood, she repeated the customer's order back to them. Tea. He had ordered tea. A boiling kettle full of water. Sophie shuttered. A devilish shockwave radiated from her bladder to her extremities. She looked over to Hanna. Hoping against hope that the girl could take this order. Hanna was busy. Maybe Aaron could help. He was on drive thru. The task would fall on her. Sophie wanted to hold herself. She couldn't.

"J-just a m...moment sir...let me get that for you!" With a fake smile, Sophie grimaced through the pain

Her legs dipped and bounced behind the counter, and Sophie's normally approachable demeanor had shifted to one of nervous energy. Her bladder spasmed, sending a wave of desperation through her body. Sophie countered with her womanly muscles and fought her basic need. Her thighs had enough friction to start a fire. Tensely she wiggled, wobbled and shook in place. She tried to smile. She tried to stay positive. Sophie could feel the taught pressure in her abdomen, forcing itself down on her shaved pussy. If one could have seen over the counter, or through Sophie's shirt, her thin stomach would have been bulging. From behind the counter her shaking legs make it equally as obvious that the emo girl was bursting, and yet she was the only one aware of her struggle.