Peter can’t hold it in

It was then that Peter knew he couldn’t hold it any longer. His eyes closed. His teeth gritted. His hands grabbed onto the desk for support. For a split-second, his mind shut off the world. He was free. Then, of course, reality kicked back in and the Namish student realised he just splurged in class all over Monica’s pants.

Monica screamed. Peter let out a raspy apology.

The raven-haired girl was becoming faint. Terri rushed to her side and placed the Namish girl back in her seat.

“What happened?” Ms. Clarice asked.

“Peter spilled his lunch all over Monica’s pants!” Terri lied.

Through the haziness, Monica asked herself, Are they really going to believe that?

Much to her and Terri’s surprise, the teacher responded, “Well, I’m sorry that happened. Terri can take you to the school laundromat after class. Peter, you and I are going to have a talk but, for now, please push your desk back.”

Peter slowly nodded and class continued as if the accident never occurred. It was difficult for Monica to focus on the lecture as the liquid sunk into the fabric and moved closer to her thighs. The bell rang and Terri escorted Monica outside. The raven-haired girl paid no attention to her surroundings, preoccupied on figuring out how to cover the stains with her shirt.

Terri tugged on the Namish girl’s arm. “Monica, we’re here!”

Monica looked up to find that she was in a small room with three chairs and a flowerpot. Across from her was a countertop stacked with plastic boxes that a student was carefully sorting through on the other side. He was tan, heavy and clearly naked.

“Hey Kevin!” The pink-haired girl waved to the other student.

The student took his eyes off his work, smiled and waved back saying, “Hey Terri! Who’s your friend?”

Terri responded, “This is Monica and she needs your help with this.” The naked teen grabbed both Monica’s hands and shirt and lifted them over her head. The raven-haired girl squeaked as not only was her sperm-soaked pants on display but her bra as well.

“Oh my. What happened?” Kevin asked.

Terri let go of Monica’s hands and said, “Some guy couldn’t handle the pressure and ‘spilled his lunch’ all over her fine legs. By the way Monica, what was that thing that you were wearing under your shirt. I kind of liked it.”

“None of your business,” Monica turned to Kevin, “So, can you help me please?”

The large student rubbed his chin a bit. “It will take a while. Our machines are designed to clean wristbands not this. Plus, I still have a schedule to keep up.” He pointed to the boxes. “I can probably have it ready for you by the end of the school day.”

“What!? Can’t you finish it a bit earlier?” Monica pleaded.

“I’m sorry. This is a special case and it’s the best I can do.” Kevin explained.

Terri tried to place a hand on Monica’s shoulder. The Namish girl flinched back before she could make contact. Terri sighed and said, “Monica, I think you should give Kevin your pants right now. You don’t want to go home looking like this.”

Monica shivered at the thought of having to explain to her parents why her pants were stained and reeked of regret. The teen nodded and gave Kevin her pants, making sure to only touch the dry spots.The raven-haired girl squirmed as the cool air caressed her legs.

Terri looked Monica up and down from every angle. Her brows knitted and her lips pushed up into a frown. The naked teen took a deep breath and said, “Monica, you should strip down.”

The expression on the Namish girl’s face was one of exhaustion and annoyance. “Why?” She asked plainly.

Terri explained, “Well, think of it like this. Look at me; being naked is commonplace for 2115. I’m normal. Now, think about your family. They’re Namish, wearing clothes is normal to them. Now, look at yourself.”

Monica’s eyes widened as she began to comprehend Teri’s implications. She was partially naked: an anomaly on both sides. Her classmates would know something is wrong with her. She would have to walk around with her panties out for everyone to see. She would be humiliated.

However, Terri’s solution to this was also unbearable. To spend the rest of the school day naked? Acting like she was one of them? Monica’s cheeks flared up.