Hello. I’m Katya. I am 19 years old. I want to tell you the story that happened to me two days ago during the History Exam.
I study at Moscow State University. Lomonosov at the journalism department. The next day I had to go to the exam. In general, all objects are very easily given to me, and especially history, so I was too lazy to repeat the control questions. Sunny weather was on the street, and I wanted to go for a walk or go to the movie. Having phoned his friends, no one wanted to go, because everyone was preparing for the exam. Then I decided to sit at home, watch TV or climb on the Internet. I remembered that one friend told me about one site where the stories of girls who really wanted to the toilet were posted. I found this address in my notebook and, entering it, sat there for about an hour. After reading almost all the stories, I realized that I was excited, imagining myself in their place. The thought of these girls haunted me all evening. I realized that I just need to be in a similar situation in order to feel the same as they.
I thought that if I suffer until the morning. But I almost did not want to write at that time. Then I ventured to use tomorrow’s exam: I decided to go to the toilet before going to bed, and next time to go at home after the exam.
So I did. Waking up at seven in the morning, I immediately dressed (I was dressed on the blue wiped tight -fitting jeans, a blue blouse and a burgundy knitted sweater with a throat that I dressed right away, because it was cool in the room in the morning). Sleep, out of habit, going to the toilet and sitting on a warm toilet, I suddenly remembered yesterday’s desire. I did not want to write, but if I had not remembered, I would still release a couple of streams. Looking at the watch, I realized that I could go out after half an hour, but I hadn’t washed it down yet, I hadn’t had breakfast and did not collect things. I did not get confidently, put on white tight -fitting panties, fastened my jeans on a button and went to wash myself. Quickly collecting things and having breakfast with flakes with milk (lately I am only for breakfast and eat), having drunk two glasses of orange juice, I ran out of the house and went to the institute. It’s not long to ride, for about forty minutes (15 minutes by bus, 15 – on the metro and 10 – on foot). Approaching the university, I wondered if I should do what I was planning or not. Although I was sure that I would pass the exam without problems, but still I was a little worried, which gave a little tremor in my stomach.
Seeing my fellow students and fellow students in the corridor, I greeted everyone, and was ready to go the first. But there they called by last name. Within an hour and a half, while I was waiting for me to call me, I noticed that many girls ran to the toilet there and back several times from excitement, which is completely natural, but I tried not to look in that direction.
Since it would seduce me faster to go to the toilet or at least think about it. When the last one who left the audience said my last name, saying that I am next, I had something in the bladder in the area of the bladder, and I was a little confused. The toilet was about twenty meters from our audience, so even if I had been impatient with the toilet right now, it would be too late.
Having entered the audience, seeing the examiner and preparing students, I realized that there was no way back, and went immediately after the ticket. I got a question about collectivization. I remembered that we took this topic in the penultimate lesson. I went to the second row to prepare.
I always like to write a lot, especially on the topic that I know well. The first twenty minutes it was easy for me to write, there were many fresh thoughts in my head, but after another ten minutes I noticed that I was very jigging and squeezing my knees. I immediately remembered the fact that I did not go to the toilet today. For another five minutes, one of the girls asked to go out what was refused by the examiner, referring to the fact that the sooner she would answer the prepared topic, the faster she free herself. I realized that I would not be destined to get into the today, although I was not going to, since I wanted to endure before the end I decided.
My turn was supposed to come about fifteen minutes. I was already sitting on the edge of the chair and swayed back and forth, squeezing my left hand between my legs, rubbing the crotch, and I still tried to put my thoughts on paper with my right. Having looked by accident to the right, I noticed that one of my fellow students stubbornly looks at me. I immediately removed my hand from the crotch and laid it on my knee. I wanted to write a lot from this, and began to worry, how to maintain patience. I put my foot on my foot, pressing my left elbow on the crotch, and bent a little forward. Now, definitely no thoughts could go into my mind except how to quickly and calmly pass the exam. I already began to regret that I was not going to the toilet while I was waiting for a call for an exam. My fingers on my hands already began to shake. I could not find a position in which it would be easier for me to endure. I should go to the toilet I was embarrassed because I knew that the teacher would refuse me and my classmate would understand what a difficult situation I was. I was simultaneously threw me into heat, then. Drops of sweat have already appeared on the forehead, but not only there. Between the legs and under me I felt a slight moisture. My muscles of the urethra, stomach, hips and buttocks, on which I swayed from left to right, were very tense. For some reason I didn’t put on a swab on this day, but I remembered that I had napkins in my purse. Clutching my teeth and breathing deeply and deeply, I bent under the table and began to rummage in it, opening my pocket behind my pocket, frantically, remembering where they lie. Suddenly, unexpectedly, in such a pose, I saw my legs approached me in black shoes. Turning my head upstairs, I noticed a frowning examiner who strictly asked me what I was doing in this position under the table. He stood in front of me as if caught me with a cheat sheet. To be honest, I was a little scared, and for a moment my breath caught my breath, my legs tightly, that I almost stopped feeling them, a small impulse, overcoming the pain, let the small but strong stream into my tight jeans. I looked imploringly at him and said that I was looking for a napkin for: to squeeze out. He, after ten seconds, was silent for ten seconds, he said that he would ask the student (my girlfriend) now and I will go to answer the next. After which he looked at my notes and went to the place.
At that moment I was very bad. I almost crying, looked between my legs and noticed a small dark speck. Putting a hand on a damp crotch, and at the same time pressing it on it, putting my foot on my leg, I still took out a napkin from my bag. Touching my wet hands sweating with tension, I, forgetting that my fellow student can look at me, spread my legs wider, unbuttoned the button on jeans, pulled the elastic band of panties and put a little half of the napkins between her legs. Any touch to the stomach or in the area of the bladder caused severe pain.
I immediately remembered how I sat on a warm toilet at home this morning and did not write a little. And then, when I was sitting on this chair in the audience, your friends and friends look at you, go to the examiner soon, and my bladder is full. I did not know at all what to do. I was ready to cry from helplessness. Only I wanted to jump up and run out of the audience to the toilet, but I realized that the examiner would consider me an exam not passing. I first became so scared in the exam. I almost let another trickle let it go, but I was able to hold it, pressing it very much with a palm on the napkins lying between my wet hole and already almost translucent panties. I tried to do everything quietly and imperceptibly, so that I would not see the examiner or anyone else.
Gently fastened jeans (the belt decently pressed on my bladder), I looked at the record. At that moment, the examiner finished the conversation with my friend and asked me ready. I had no idea what would happen to me if I say that he was not ready yet and he would call another in the same way as I say that he was ready. But I chose the last. I was very nervous, and this feeling was transmitted to me in my bladder. I could start writing at any moment, but I tried to restrain myself with all my might. Sitting in front of him at the table on the leg and, folding my hands between them, I nervously began to run my eyes on the text, frantically recalling the text. As soon as I started, after five seconds he asked a leading question. I was immediately confused, gritted my teeth and quickly began to breathe, trying to keep the approaching stream. Barely connecting the words, I began to stumble all the time. The examiner apparently thought that I was very worried, and not very well prepared, and therefore began to ask as many leading questions as possible.
I could not tell him that I was about to be described, I was wildly a shame. In addition, I was afraid that now I would not give it away if I do not concentrate normally. But my bladder was in terrible agony. When he said that if I did not answer the last leading question, then I can forget about passing the exam, I was terribly scared, and tears came to my eyes. I began to sob and began to splash out of my hole in my hole. Then I told him through tears that I needed very much to the toilet. He looked at me again and asked me, I had a incontinence? I answered him that I allegedly did not have time to go to the toilet in the morning, because I was late. I was already all hot and red with shame. Fearing that he would not give me an assessment, I plaintively asked him to let me go to the toilet for five minutes, and when I return, I will answer him. I was scared if he doesn’t let me go, I can no longer endure anymore and I will have to run away without permission. I squeezed my teeth and hips strongly, quickly fucked in a chair and could not free my hand that was clamped between my legs. After a minute silence, the examiner said a word that I was really waiting for: . I was ready to kiss his hands and say what kind of kind and best teacher he is in the world, but she only said: and smiled. And only I got up and headed for the door, I felt a terrible severity in the bladder. Having taken two steps, I could not hold the stream, and she quickly, absorbed into my jeans, flowed through my feet. I quickly pressed my hands on the crotch and almost bent in half. Understanding that my fellow students and examiner were looking at me, I, almost running, ran out of the audience.
There I stumbled upon the students who were waiting for my turn, who nervously began to ask me, what I passed. I hoped that no one would understand that I jumped out because of a wild desire to the toilet, besides with wet jeans. Making my way through the crowd, I had to push, and my bladder could not hold my stream. When I was at the toilet, my shoes were already wet. It’s good that there was no queue, and I quickly could loud in the booth. Dipinging my jeans, I had to press my fingers on my hole, it was very difficult for me, I was already all wet. Sitting on the toilet, I relaxed and released everything that was left in the bladder. I was still trembling and could not imagine that I was in such a situation. Seeing my wet jeans, I cried.
I decided not to return to the exam today and pass it later. Not to go in my wet pants, besides, I was very ashamed. I quietly jumped out of the toilet, grabbed my fur coat in the wardrobe and went home to dry.
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