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There you were. Following in her footsteps. Feeling the warmth of her palm around your entire hand going towards a destination that little by little you began to recognize, it was neither more nor less than her classroom. She had brought you there, "to give you a surprise" she mentioned, and even any of the thousand things that were in your head moved you, because whatever that girl you loved so much gave you, you would undoubtedly be happy with it. With every step you took and every inch they got closer to that classroom, now empty by the end of these, your excitement increased in a way that made you feel sparks.
And finally you were there, you had both reached her destination, although you were already excited, when she closed the door of the room and approached you, you were more than ever all day. You felt your nerves increase as she got closer and closer, until finally she was in front of you, ready to give you that long-awaited gift that she had been mentioning minutes ago, which in your mind seemed like hours due to the impatience of know.
And that precious gift was neither more nor less than the final reciprocation of the love so sweet and pure that you felt for her for a long time ago.
A smile couldn't help but become noticeable on your face, and grow as she got closer to you and joined her soft lips hydrated from her favorite gloss with yours, separating them immediately afterwards and leaving a subtle remainder of cherry flavor on your lip lower.
It was when you asked her, not only that, you asked her and longed for her to be by your side, that she was your girlfriend, that she could finally be in your arms. She of course said yes. Now, you had a permission class to propose to do things with her, you immediately felt happy and confident, asking her if she would like to do something after school. She of course told you yes, and now you had to plan well where your first romantic outing would be.
And after talking for a while, sitting on some benches in that classroom, holding hands like lovebirds, you finally reached an agreement with which you were both at peace.
Then you got up, ready to go out, trying to open the door of that room, but failing in all the attempts you made.
She made an expression that denoted disagreement, you told her that she shouldn't be so worried, there must be a solution to it. Although she answered you with a smile and a nod, the subtle drop in her eyebrows was still noticeable.
You kept thinking for a moment what you could do, the first thought that came to mind was to use brute force, but you wanted to think in a more calculating way. You also chose to yell for help, get something to open with, you stood for a long time thinking what to do. When you least realized it, your girlfriend was sitting down again, posing one leg on top of the other, slightly highlighting her soft skin. You sat next to her and asked what you could do, without making eye contact she told you she didn't know, and then tucked her front hair behind her ears. She didn't say anything else again, you immediately sensed that she was annoyed by that situation, and it's understandable, it was time to leave and it was likely that only the people who stay until the school closes are already there. Lower the chance of finding someone a few meters away to help you. But you did not lose faith, you got up from there and then you knocked hard on the door again with your palms, speaking loudly asking for help, then she suggested you scream. You really didn't understand the rush to get out of there, because wherever you were, you would still be happy next to her.
But maybe she had to go home, or maybe she didn't want to waste time on her first date, you really didn't know. You could see her right foot shaking a little, so you decided it was time to calm her down, you shouldn't be in a hurry for anything. You approached her and mentioned that everything is fine, while you caressed her hair, she only responded with a smile again, but nothing more.
After it you saw her change position on her seat. That gave you a bad feeling, she looked uncomfortable, you were afraid that for a moment she would think that you would want to do something to her, being the two of you alone and to finish off locked in a classroom. You thought about approaching her and clearing up any misunderstanding, but you had already tried it a while ago, you thought it would be better to keep your space, because you didn't want her to think anything else.
So you tried to find alternatives to open the door for a long time, first you tried with a pencil, then you tried to pull the door, then hit it with the intention of opening it, insert a wire where the key goes, a card. Nothing worked, you placed your hands on your knees while you rested breathing when your vision went up and youreyes fell on your girlfriend. She was sweating, her cheeks were slightly crimson, somewhat damp next to her face in general, her legs were more crossed than before and the tremor in her foot was now found in both of them. She was closing her eyes, while she breathed something heavily, as if she was trying to stay focused on something. At first, you thought it was just her looking for solutions, too. But something in you believed something else. After looking at her carefully from head to toe for a few seconds, you jumped a little, blushed and looked away at the thought that perhaps it could be a toilet situation. You scolded yourself for thinking that, your mind asked for that not to be, but your subconscious was waking up, and you could tell that by staring at nothing, blushing and immediately after making a nervous tic. Now you couldn't look at her without remembering you had thought that, and feeling kind of dirty with yourself.
You felt uncomfortable that you were looking suspicious, you began to overthink if you were being too obvious, and also how to act, until you decided to calm down, staying there was not going to help. You saw her again, this time without taking your eyes off her, this time well convinced to find out what was happening to her, if that was what you believed, then you would simply help her. What else? You knew yourself and you knew that you could put limits on yourself. Of course, it is easier said than done. I mean, you'd be too nervous to be like that and that wouldn't be good. But you calmed down, you and your repetitive thoughts, you approached her and asked her what was wrong. One of her hands squeezed her skirt tightly, but without reaching her crotch, you swallowed and waited for her response. Useless answer. She mentioned to you that nothing was wrong with her. You sensed, being such an expert on the subject, that she didn't want you to know. But why?
You were a little hesitant to ask her if she needed to go to the bathroom, but when she finally placed a hand on her crotch through her skirt, you had no hesitation. It was that. She had to pee. You tried to bring it up with her, but you couldn't help but stutter when you asked her. It was when she could no longer deny it. Immediately afterwards, you asked her because she didn't want to tell you anything. She told you that since it was her first date, she didn't want you to see how impatient she could get when she needed to go to the bathroom. She didn't want to be in that situation, and she wanted to just get out of there and walk past her.
After you already knew her situation, she got up from the chair with one hand on her crotch and began to hit the door with force, more force than you, really desperate for them to open it. You could see that she suddenly went from looking tired and annoyed to having a lot of energy and really being agitated. You diverted your gaze towards the chair where she was and your face blushed strongly when you noticed the small puddle that was there, a few centimeters, you had so much on your head, you felt nervous and you also felt bad for her, you didn't know what do or how to act at all.
You went to her and told her stuttering to sit down, to make things easier for her, that you would do everything possible to open that door. She listened to you, first she placed both hands on her crotch making two contractions while she trembled and exhaled forcefully, then she walked towards one of the chairs. When she tried to sit down, the chair went to one side, she fell hard to the ground, she was able to put her hands up so as not to hit herself, but she immediately placed them on her crotch with a loud moan trying to stop the stain that was beginning to form on her skirt and it slipped down her slightly pink legs, stopping after a few seconds, you were really incredulous, seeing everything from your high point of view thanks to your height, while she shed a couple of tears, tensed and turned redder than ever .
She tried to tell you something between moans and gasps, you couldn't perceive that for a long time. Until finally the message became clear. It was her begging you to help her up, saying that she couldn't take it anymore, and she couldn't get up on her own either. You gave her a hand, she with great difficulty to remove one from her crotch and with her eyes tightly closed she tried to take it out of her crotch, immediately instantly she put it back, she was trembling and hyperventilating for a few seconds until she was finally able to give it to you and for you to help her to get up. At that moment she completely crossed her legs as she squeezed the ends of her blue skirt tightly, and panted too loudly.
You felt like you could see the air coming out of her mouth, it sounded so strong and so cute at the same time, accompanied from time to time by a moan, those sounds of complaint, exhaled by her beautiful voice, now with a slightly higher pitched tone. She dropped onto the desk of a bench, it held her while she squeezedforcefully her crotch, begging inside.
You saw this and immediately after you tried to open the door again, you kicked it, you turned to see her and it gave you strength to want her to get out of there well and you to get out calmly and with dignity. Although hers would be more ruined than yours.
She was walking with difficulty towards you, it would seem that she wanted to tell you something, but she simply couldn't, she didn't come out of her mouth, there were only moans of pain and despair.
When she was going to start to speak, she stifled a moan and bent backwards while pressing with all her strength on her crotch, putting her hands between her skirt, you could perfectly notice the shape of her legs and crotch thanks to the pressure she was applying. .
She began to beg, moan and cry hard, the blush reached her ears and even her blouse was also a little stuck to her skin from sweating so much from all sides.
You asked her what was wrong, while you took two steps back and tried to focus your eyes on something that was different from her.
But you couldn't. You stayed looking at that beautiful image in front of you, thinking of a thousand things to do, thinking of a thousand ways to act and do absolutely nothing but remain static.
It was when her bladder lost the battle.
As soon as you lowered your gaze for a moment, you saw from one moment to the next the current going down both legs and the skirt ending in a wet coolness, you could see how her thighs became bright and resplendent, while she put one foot on top of the other and had legs crossed in every possible way trying to stop her body.
She writhed from side to side, biting her lips while she moaned and tried to do everything to calm down, without success, you could just continue listening to the sound of the liquid falling to the floor that made a very good contrast with the echo of the empty room. You could see your reflection in the puddle that was growing from the floor, you noticed how blushing you were, your heart was beating faster, although I doubt that: you were more blushing than her and your heart was beating faster than hers.
The art you had in front of you, seeing your beloved wetting her clothes, her legs and the ground, was exciting to you even if you instantly fell into denial. For some reason you started to see everything around you, this was not a dream, this is real, your girl was desperately getting wet right in front of you and when you finally realized how lucky you were and how unlucky she was her, you took a shaky breath.
Her socks were wet, her urine had gotten a little into her school shoes, her skirt was a mess and her skin looked like a mirror from how wet it was.
She finished, letting out the last few tears, then letting herself fall completely and the tears starting to flow again.
She was crying and sobbing at the same time, sometimes the air went out of her from so much that she had to get out, because she felt ashamed to the bone and she didn't want to see anyone.
You both stood still and trembling, only you weren't in her situation.
You were both ashamed. The two hearts of yours shared beats, ashamed of yourselves at opposite poles, she ashamed for peed in front of you, and you ashamed for thinking more deeply and almost getting turned on by what you had in front of you.
At that moment, where both were silent, trembling, incredulous, saying nothing, you felt a kind of special connection with her. Both of you were having almost the same expressions.
Fuck off, fuck everything, you felt like you were in the best moment of your life, probably a superior being would punish you for being so sadistic, and think further about the suffering of your girlfriend, with whom you had been with for a day. But you couldn't help it.
Still, you never laid a finger on her, until now, when you put a hand on her shoulder, and you were proud of it.
You placed a hand on her shoulder, there was no response, so you bent down to hug her, she just continued embarrassed. But now she felt safe in your arms.
She finally began to wipe away her tears, sobbing for the last time and saying a few words after a long time. "I suck and you must be incredibly disgusted."
Dude, that was the complete opposite thing.