Pansy might’ve dozed off during the first half off class.
She woke up abruptly to the sound of every chair in the room squeaking and scraping across the floor.
Home Ec was supposed to be an easy A but she hated this class. To be fair, Pansy hated cooking.
“What are we doing?” Pansy turned to Daphne, hoping she was paying attention.
“Brownies.”
Pansy looked at the ingredients set out on the table in front of them.
“With box mix?”
Daphne shrugged.
The whole class was crowded around the one sink in the back of the room to fill their measuring cups with water.
“I’m not dealing with that.” Pansy groaned.
Daphne smirked. “I can do it.”
Daphne took the biggest measuring cup off the table and brought it between her legs under the table.
She adjusted her skirt to keep it out of the way and used it to cover herself while she moved to the edge of her seat and spread her legs a bit so she could easily hold the glass against her bare pussy.
Pansy had to hold her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing while Daphne flashed that she wasn’t wearing underwear and peed into the measuring cup right there next to her, in the middle of class, while no one noticed.
Neither of them bothered to check how much water the recipe called for, but Daphne wouldn’t have tried to stop her stream anyway. She chose the biggest cup for a reason.
Pansy ripped a few paper towels off the roll on their table and held them in her hand under the table while Daphne finished pissing.
Daphne shamelessly placed the pull measuring cup on the table with the rest of their ingredients and accepted the paper towels from Pansy to wipe herself.
“How much water does the recipe call for?” Daphne asked. She placed the used paper towel on the table and readjusted her skirt.
Pansy checked the brownie box. “Two cups.”
They both looked at Daphne’s impressive piss of a little over three cups.
“Let’s just say three cups.” Pansy smirked. After all, it’s not like they know the proper piss to water ratio for baking. Maybe they should add extra. Maybe they should just add it all.
The girls laughed as they prepared the box brownie mix, adding the eggs and oil and three cups of water.
No one noticed the cup of yellow liquid on Pansy and Daphne’s work table before they dumped the entire thing into their mixing bowl.
They were finished with their batter while half the class was still waiting in line at the sink.
Pansy and Daphne tried not laugh while they poured the brownie batter into their cake pan. They were one of the first pairs to get their brownies in the oven.
Pansy looked up at the clock. There was no way everyone’s brownies were going to get baked by the time class ended.
And she was right.
The teacher announced that there were only five minutes left of class while a few tables were only just stirring their batter together.
“Let’s taste the brownies that did get finished. Be careful! They’re still hot.”
Pansy and Daphne’s mouths dropped open as they watched the teacher slice up the few finished pans of brownies, including theirs.
“Oh this is just too good!” Daphne whispered, unable to keep the devious smirk off her face.
Everyone abandoned their batter to get to the brownies.
Pansy and Daphne stood up too, but they stayed toward the back of the crowd, so they were the last ones to reach the teacher’s desk.
After all, they weren’t in a hurry to get to brownies they peed in.
“I think we can all agree whose brownies are the best.” Their teacher announced. Pansy and Daphne weren’t paying much attention as they helped themselves to brownies from someone’s else’s tray. They were dry. Not great.
The two girls realized that the teacher was referring to them. Their brownies were the best. They glanced down at the nearly empty tray of their piss brownies.
“Perfectly moist. And someone remembered to add a pinch of salt to bring out the flavor of the chocolate!”
They could only nod. This was too hilarious. If they tried to speak they’d just burst out laughing.
“Can I count on you girls to make brownies for this week’s bake sale? You’ll both get extra credit.”
Pansy and Daphne shared a mischievous look, silently agreeing.
They said they’d do it.
Who knew the secret ingredient to perfect box brownies was three cups of piss?
They should really experiment to see if piss improved any other desserts. They could make cupcakes and cookies and cinnamon rolls.
Pansy smirked to herself. Maybe she actually did enjoy cooking.