Lydia's situation gets worse.

The end of the next class couldn’t come fast enough for Lydia. Having to encounter not one, but two classes full of eye gawking at every inch of her body was bad enough, but also to have the person whom had gotten her into this mess in the first place watching and thoroughly enjoy it was simply more than she could bare (pun intended). Now, as if to show how much the universe was against her, she had another issue.

During the gym class, Lydia had made sure to keep herself hydrated and had consumed two full bottles of water. Now, after having gone through two class periods without a break in between, she was starting to feel the effects of that now. It also didn’t help that the art room was fairly cool, giving the water inside her no other means of escape except via usual way.

This apparently didn’t escape Claire’s notice for she too had seen Lydia slightly show subtle signs of desperation such as slight twitching of legs and whenever Lydia’s face made brief grimaces. Oh boy! She thought. This just keeps getting better. She would definitely take advantage of this opportunity.

Finally, to Lydia’s relief (mostly), the class finally ended. She waited until everyone in the class left despite her bladder’s screams for relief. Then, with her hands over breasts and her other one covering (and holding) the space between her legs, she practically ran to the door. She had intended to peak out real quick to see if anyone was still in the hallway before making a run for the bathroom down the hall.

However, something would happen that would prevent her from reaching it.