Jane needed to pee. Badly.
Her lecturer droned on without the same sense of urgency which bounced Jane's left leg up and down.
"Will this stupid class never end!" Jane thought.
The strange woman next to Jane raised her eyebrow in the direction of Jane's leg, Jane responded with a pained expression and the woman gave a knowingly sympathetic smile. Jane had clocked the woman as she sat down, the woman had a gothic look, highlighted by her pale skin and the assorted mix and mash trinkets on her wrist and neck. For jewelry, Jane preferred to extend a classic look, keeping a simple pearl necklace that her mother gifted for Jane's 21st birthday.
It was the woman's gray eyes that stood out most when they shared sympathetic glances, swirling clouds within the iris'. Jane sensed surprise in those clouds, as though the woman had only noticed now that she was sitting next to someone. Jane could only imagine the look of growing need and desperation that the woman would have seen in hers.
The pressure continued to build in Jane's bladder as condensation formed on her forehead from the sheer effort of holding. She should just leave and go now, but she was hemmed in on either side - no chance to leave without a scene. The potential for public humiliation brought a flush to her cheeks.
"You can fight this - almost there."
"...and that concludes today's lecture on early medieval depictions of witches in art, next time..."
Jane heard nothing else, students were already leaving. She tore through the throng of students that had coalesced and straining at the small exit. Bursting into the hallway she made a bee-line for the nearest bathroom. She had her route calculated, and broke out into as fast a pace she dared. She feared if she extended her legs to a run that she wouldn't be able to hold back the tide within. This was unbearable, but she was close.
She shoved through the door using her books as a battering ram, and ran to a stall, which thankfully was empty. Frantically she entered, sure that she was going to wet her thong at any moment. She started to faff with the lock, but struggled to engage it with her shaking hands. Her books splattered on the ground, as she gave up on the lock. Tearing her thong down to her thighs as she flopped onto the seat.
It was then the stall door opened and the strange woman from the lecture hall entered.
"No! occupied! Please!" Jane instantly tensed up from the interruption and begged the women. Jane firmly clasped her hand down on her uncovered parts for modesty and because she didn't believe her bladder could do the job on its own. Her other hand was in front swinging in vain to block the woman's vision.
The woman didn't even look at Jane. She entered and closed the door, not bothering to lock it.
Jane was in shrill disbelief, "No, you have to get out - please, this is in use."
"It doesn't seem to be in use," the woman purred.
"This is in use, are you insane, what the hell do you think you're doing - get out! Please!" Jane was almost in tears, her hips were jolting and bucking on their own accord. She was squeezing as hard as she could, keeping her hand firmly in place.
"Now let's get a good look at you Jane," she said.
"How do you know..."
"Shhh now," Jane surprised herself by shushing. "You don't need to cover yourself up dear, what you need is to piss, but you won't," the woman said teasingly, "now follow my lead."
The woman leaned forward and guided Jane up from the toilet, gently pulling Jane's hand from her crotch eliciting a stifled yelp. Much to Jane's confusion she meekly followed the prompting hand without resisting. The removal of her hand didn't cause her to pee, though she was still cramping across her abdomen, unable to control her hip's little jolts. She stood dumbly and continued to brace with one hand on the side of the stall as the woman held her other hand staring. Jane's hips continued to pulse and twitch as she held on.
"Why am I not putting up a fight," she thought, "this lady isn't even strong I'm just following!" God, please leave me alone, please let me pee"
The woman eyed Jane hungrily. Jane was short at 5 feet, cute face with long straight brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Jane wore a tight, off-white sweater and a plaid skirt, she had a petite frame, with similarly petite breasts and bum. A small necklace of pearls tied the like-butter-wouldn't-melt look together.
