Maya was fidgeting. Lucas didn't see that. Ever. She never fidgeted, or bounced her legs. So what was this? Riley was the one who fidgeted like that, Maya never did. So that's why Lucas was confused. Cory's teaching seemed to go right over her head, but usually she paid attention.

He noticed her subtle lip bite, along with the sudden extra-tight thigh squeeze. He furrowed his eyebrows, his lips taking on a frown. Maya's hand rose up, and Lucas noticed the reluctancy of that action. "Mr. Matthews?" She said, her voice comfortable seeming, though her actions proved otherwise.

"Yes, Maya?"
"May I go to the bathroom?" She asked, as though her pride had been stained.
"Can you wait? The lesson is almost over. It's important." Cory responded, though sympathy showed in his voice.
"Um, yeah." She said, rather uncertainly. He didn't seem to notice, continuing on with the lesson.

Her hand clenched into a fist, resting on her jean-clad leg. She shut her eyes tightly, seemingly gritting her teeth. What was going on with her?

The bell rang, and she gradually eased herself up and out of her seat, Lucas standing up behind her. Yeah, he was going to follow her. He had a plan.

She rushed out of the room, probably not going as fast as she'd like. She beelined for the bathroom, Lucas following closely behind her.

She almost reached the door, before Lucas pulled her over, turning the corner. He pressed her against the wall in the secluded area, and her eyes widened. "Huckleberry, what are you doing?" She asked, her bewilderment showing in her expression and her voice.

He didn't say anything.

"Let go." She demanded, bracing herself for a sudden wave of desperation by crossing her legs, her voice was almost shuddering, too. She almost sounded afraid.

He glanced down to her shaky legs, which were pressed tightly together, in a feeble attempt to contain her bladder's contents. Her eyes fluttered shut, obviously battling another wave of desperation, yet saying nothing.

Lucas summoned a slight smirk, almost feeling as if it were appropriate to apologize. He let go of one of her arms, his hand heading down to rest on her bladder.

"Lucas, don't..." Maya said, in a desperate last attempt. She didn't know what had gotten into him.

He pressed his thumb into her bloated bladder, at first gently, though gradually increasing pressure. A spurt escaped, eliciting a quiet gasp from Maya's lips. She exhaled, practically trembling under his touch. A larger spurt snaked its way out of her bladder and into her underwear, dampening her crotch.

"Lucas! Let go-ohh..." Her sentence melted into a moan, and she completely lost control. She clenched her fists, struggling for control, and it never came.

Her jeans were flooded with piss, the affected areas darkening noticeably. Lucas had been looking down, although he were hungrily devouring the "show" in front of him. Waves of pee spilled down her thighs, pooling at her feet in a tinted yellow puddle beneath her.

Maya let out a quivery breath, and Lucas let go of her. Without a word, he rushed off to the next class as the bell rang, leaving Maya to clean herself up.

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Maya jolted awake, her cheeks burning. "Oh, my God," she breathed, flinging her blanket off of her. She wasn't wet anymore. Oh. It was just a dream. She buried her face in her hands, embarrassed. She flopped back down onto her bed, covering herself up again.

She fell back asleep, having another...interesting...dream.