Unfortunately For Sara, It Will!

15 minutes into the math lesson, Sara was extremely uncomfortable. Her shame had subsided and many of the comments aimed towards her had stopped. The pool of moisture between her legs remained however. She had struggled to focus on the lesson, all she could think about was somehow getting the Rulebook back from Mike and ending the ****. Unlike the numbers on her page, the situation remaining as it was was most definitely out of the equation!

Squirming in her chair, Sara waited for the class to start working before reaching into her bag and taking out a pack of tissues. Ensuring that nobody was watching, she quickly shoved one between her legs and wiped away much of the moisture. Before she was able to pull it back out, her teacher addressed the class.
"Okay guys," Mrs Pritchett raised her voice, "I know you've just started your task but I figured it may be slightly easier for us all if we tackled this challenge together!" The old lady was far too enthusiastic for Sara's liking, she couldn't risk removing the tissue with her beady eyes watching over the class.

"I need a volunteer to write out the equations for us, any takers," The old woman cooed at the class. Obviously all hands remained down. Sara had a feeling of dread come over her.
"Miss Youngs? Would you like to come up, you've always had great handwriting, much better than my scrawl" the lady laughed.
"Um, well...." Sara couldn't go up there in this situation. All eyes were on her and she could hardly stand up and allow the moist tissue wedged between her legs to fall out in front of everybody.
"Oh come on Sara. Oh, and may I say I love your new style!" The old lady beamed, trying to encourage Sara forward.
"Thank you Mrs Pritchett, its nice to know some people love my sense in fashion as much as I do!" she hated herself for saying that, even though she knew it wasn't her really speaking.

"Yeah, I bet the boys love that she's dressed like a skank!" Sara heard whispered two rows ahead of her.
"Excuse me!" she cried out in return, "I'm dressing in clothes I feel comfortable in, I happen to think I look cracking and definitely not skanky! I'm sick of people saying horrible things about me because I've finally found the confidence to express myself!" It must've seemed to others that Sara had a lot of pent up rage, she almost sounded distressed. She had never been a confident girl and standing up for herself in front of the whole class was rather humiliating. Her outfit was causing her to be center of attention and calling out was not helping to quash that. She felt herself start to drip again.
"Miss Youngs, please come up to the front now, you're causing a distraction!" the elderly teacher said sternly. Sara had ****.

Before standing up, Sara discretely pushed the tissue up into her vagina, in a vein attempt to conceal moist sheet, and prevent any more moisture dripping out. Slowly standing up, she pulled her skirt back down to ensure her ass wouldn't be on display. Un-tucking her chair where she had hung her fur coat, she rose up before walking up to front of the class. It felt like an out of body experience, it felt as if she too was watching herself walk up to the front. She was center of attention.

As she continued forward, she heard giggles from behind. Confused she turned to see classmates giggling.
"What?" she exclaimed.
"Sara have you wet yourself," Jarrad, a scruffy haired spotted kid chirped.
"No! No not all," Sara felt attacked, as if the shame of being manhandled by Mike wasn't enough, she was now being taunted!
"Well, why have you got a massive wet patch on your skirt!" Jarrad laughed.
"Shit," Sara thought. Her shameful arousal was noticeable for all to see! Thinking quickly, she chimed back, "I just sat on a wet patch on my chair, some idiot must have spilled water or something."
"Yeah, of course," Jarrad teased. "Still a bit embarrassing for you though isn't it!" There was an eruption of laughter, albeit brief as Mrs Pritchett sought to quieten down the class.
"I doubt that Miss Youngs is embarrassed by a little bit of water Jarrad. You'll have to be more careful Sara," the teacher said turning to Sara, "When I was younger I'd have hated to ruin my lovely new clothes by sitting in something gross!"

Sara wished that people would stop commenting on her outfit! Despite her teachers protests, she did indeed feel embarrassed, and the sopping wet tissue shoved into vagina was doing nothing to help her feel better.
"Come along Sara, lets get back to mathematics!" Mrs Pritchett smiled, "now that's a subject worth us distracting ourselves with!"

Her time at the front of the class had mainly been uneventful. Standing by the whiteboard, Sara had tried to remain front on to the class to avoid them staring at the wet patch on the back of her skirt. As her jumper was tucked in, she was unable to pull it down to hide the patch. How she actually was longing to put her vile fur gilet back on as to offer some protection for the stain. Nonetheless, she was constantly having to turn to write on the board behind, revealing her wet ass to everybody, with the occasional giggling ensuing. The shame was about to become too much for this girl.

Running out of space on the board to write the equations instructed by her teacher, Sara had to reach up higher to find an empty space. In doing so, it caused her to stand on her tip toes. The jolt upright, combined with the fact that the moisture between her legs had all but disintegrated the sheet stuffed in her vagina, led to the tissue falling out and making a splat on the floor.

"Oh my god, thats gross!" screamed a girl in the front!
"Why did it make such a squelching sound!" said another.
A third chipped in, "Where did it come from, her panties! That's gross!"
"I knew she wet herself!" Jarrad was in hysterics, "She's 18 years old and she pees her panties!"
As her humiliation increased, so did her arousal. She was practically gushing at this point. Surely it couldn't get worse! That was when Johnny spoke up.

"She's not wearing panties! I saw earlier, she lifted her skirt up and flashed me!"

There was an audibly shock in the room.
"Miss Youngs.... is this true?" Mrs Pritchett was gobsmacked. With all eyes on Sara, she froze with embarrassment. Standing with legs slightly apart, it was then she felt her wetness begin to dribble down her inner thigh, her immediate reaction was shove her hand between her legs stop the liquid dripping down further. As she did so, there was another combined gasp.

"She's trying to flash us all now!"
"That's like sexual **** isn't it!"
"Quick someone get a photo!"
"Don't be a perv Jarrad!" The class all cried out as the girl toiled with the liquid between her legs. Sara pulled her hand back out, and to the dismay her classmates it was covered in a sticky goo. With every eye staring at her, photos and recordings being taken of her ordeal left, right and center, the shame all became too much for the girl.

She came, and in doing so, squirted her juices all over the floor below her.