In the seventh grade, I sat at the same desk with a pretty red-haired girl who I liked from the day she came to our school, she was cheerful, smart and friendly. Jenny usually wore tight trousers that looked great on her round ass and short T-shirt, the bottom edge of which ended a few inches above the navel. I tried to care for her from the very first days of my studies in the same class, but she seemed to be limited to just friendly relations with me. One day, before the last lesson, I saw Jenny standing in line at the toilet with textbooks in her hands and offered to take her textbooks to class. In response, the girl smiled gratefully at me. I saw that in front of Jenny there was a rather large queue in the toilet, and I thought that she might not have time before the start of the lesson. Despite this, I took her books, went to class, and sat down at the last desk, where we sat with Jenny. A couple of minutes after the call, the teacher saw that some girls were missing and went to the toilets to bring them to the lesson.

Soon, three of my classmates entered the office with confused faces. Two more girls came into the classroom in a minute, and Jenny, who had become reddened, entered the room, holding the sport jacket in front of her so that she covered the abdomen and upper thighs. She quickly went to her place and sat next to me. Jenny hesitated when she wanted to hang the jacket on the back of a chair, and after a pause she whispered to me: “Promise me that you will not laugh, please ...” “I promise, but what did I have to laugh about?” I asked, after What Jenny looked down and slowly removed the jacket, showing me a dark wet spot on the pants between my legs. For a moment I was hypnotized by this look and thoughts of a beautiful girl who could not stand it for a second and let the trickle in her pants. Then I took the jacket from Jenny and hung it myself on the back of the chair, noticing that there was a spot on the back of her pants, too, about 2 centimeters in diameter. I realized that my neighbor on the desk hadn’t signed, but only for a second she couldn’t stand it and couldn’t keep just one small trickle.

“Are you okay?” I asked sympathetically, to which Jenny nodded excitedly and whispered in embarrassment: “The toilets in this school are always busy, and the teacher entered just when I started writing, so I almost immediately had to stop.” “You mean you still want to pee?” I asked incredulously, to which Jenny nodded and, blushing, whispered, “Yes, very much, but I think that I can endure until the end of the lesson, when the toilet is free, I have four sisters. ” At that moment, the teacher came with the last absent girl and decided to proceed with the homework survey (we were asked to translate a short story from a foreign language). As luck would have it, Jenny did not answer for a long time, so the teacher asked her precisely. My neighbor began to translate the story out loud and seemed to be not very worried about the toilet problem, although, as I could see, her lower stomach swelled a little, as if she was having a good lunch. After about fifteen minutes, Jenny finished translating the first page, and it was noticeable that she was starting to get worried.

The girl sometimes leaned forward slightly and tapped with her right foot, which, of course, was the result of increasing pressure in her bladder. After a minute or two I gently turned my head, and, looking at Jenny, saw that she had moved forward, to the edge of the chair, and the spot in her crotch was almost dry. If she had been able to endure to the end of the lesson, no one would have noticed that this girl had wetted her pants a little. I really hoped that Jenny would endure, because it was unpleasant for me to even think that the whole class would laugh at her. Soon, the teacher stopped Jenny, who sighed with relief, and asked to continue another student.Ten minutes later my neighbor was sitting quite tensely, and I noticed that she was constantly moving her legs. Soon, Jenny began to hold her breath for a few seconds from time to time, but what surprised me the most was the fact that in the last fifteen minutes her lower stomach swelled even more, and now it seemed that she had a big orange there. Five minutes later, the girl bit her lower lip and began to lean forward from time to time, slightly lifting herself from the seat of the chair.

She was clearly already very eager to use the toilet, and I doubted that she would be able to endure it before the call. During the next minute, as I understood, she also began to doubt, then raised her left hand and asked the teacher: “Please, can I go to the toilet?” “No, you will have to wait until the end of the lesson,” the teacher answered. “Oh, please, I really need it,” Jenny asked, but the teacher refused again. A few minutes later, the girl raised her hand again and imploringly asked: “Please let me go out for the sake of exclusion, I can’t take it any longer”, to which I received an irritated answer: “You’ll have to endure the rest of the lesson, like everyone else does, I can make an exception for someone alone! ”I saw that Jenny was terribly embarrassing, but she still said:“ I can't, I can't stand! I just burst until the end of the lesson! ”, But this did not soften the teacher, who replied:“ Then you can do it right in your pants, I already said. that no one gets out of class during the lesson! "" Oh, oh, I want to go to the toilet so much ... ", Jenny moaned softly, leaning over and lifting herself a little bit from the seat, as if trying to confirm this, after which I asked: "Do you think you will be able to endure to the end of the lesson?"

Jenny looked at me excitedly and whispered, “I don't know. I thought I could, because I still managed to pee a little while until the teacher went into the toilet; but now I don’t know how much longer I can bear. ” “You just have to endure,” I said seriously, “or everyone will laugh at you.” I saw that Jenny was really holding back because she whispered, moaning a little: “The wet spot between my legs dried out, but I really don’t know if it’s there again before the bell.” I looked at my watch and replied: "Only fourteen minutes are left, you must bear it." Suddenly, in the corners of Jenny's eyes, tears came out and she, almost crying, said: “Oh no, it's almost a quarter of an hour! I can not stand so much. The teacher did not look at our side, so I advised the girl to think about something else in order to distract herself. "I will try, but it is not so easy, because my bladder is already starting to ache." “You have to endure until the end of the lesson, make every effort,” I said sincerely, which Jenny nodded, but now there was no confidence on her face.

She tried to concentrate all her attention and all her strength on a small muscle that covers the urethra, from the tension Jenny clenched her fists so much that her fingers were even white. She quickly moved and moved her thighs apart, and I saw that the lower abdomen was swollen even more, now it seemed that in her bladder there should already be more than a liter of urine (it seemed incredible for a seventh-curse!). To reduce the terrible pressure and pain in the bladder, Jenny even unbuttoned the button on the pants, leaving only the zipper closed. For the next four minutes, I sat with my head slightly bent and watching Jenny. After she undid the button on the pants, it seemed. that her bladder took advantage of the lack of a belt that squeezed him, and began to swell even more. Swelling more and more, and getting stronger, Jenny's bladder even slightly unzipped her pants, sliding the dog down, and now I could see the red bottom, swollen and slightly damp from her stomach, above the elastic of white and very thin panties.

The girl badly wanted to go to the toilet, because she could no longer sit still, breathing heavily, and small drops of sweat appeared on her forehead.Suddenly, Jenny sobbed and bent almost in half, as a dark, wet spot appeared on her pants between her legs. When a girl ...