I woke the next morning with the most ridiculously hard morning wood that I could remember ever having. Fuck, did I ever need to piss!
Fortunately, Zoe was no longer on my right and I was able to roll off the bed without disturbing Claire. Also fortunate, Zoe was wrapping a towel around her bare naked self, evidently headed for the showers; she could cover me.
"Hey," I whispered at her in the dim room, confiding, "I gotta pee like a racehorse."
"Standing on all fours out in a paddock?"
"Funny," I allowed, then pleaded, "seriously."
"Follow me," she said, handing me a large bath towel and moving towards the door. I wrapped up my naked self, piss boner and all, and followed.
Zoe led me down the hall to the showers and peeked in. "Coast is clear," she whispered and then grabbed my wrist, pulling me in after her.
When I started to make a bee-line for the toilet stalls, Zoe's grip on my wrist held me back. Where're you going?"
"To pee," I insisted, feeling my bladder aching with way more than its usual morning fullness.
"Come," she insisted, tugging me instead towards the empty line of shower stalls.
She turned on the spray and it instantly steamed in the stall. Zoe doffed her towel and hung it on a hook outside the stall, then tugged me in opposite her. I barely had time to whip my towel off and hang it up to keep from getting it soaked as Zoe pulled me in and drew the curtain closed behind us.
"So, here you go," she said.
"But I gotta pee," I insisted
"So pee."
"Here? How..."
"Like this," she smiled and slapped one bare foot against the tiles next to my left hip. Almost immediately, a fountain of urine erupted from her urethra and splashed against my tummy and hips and aching cock. Zoe's hot piss rained out of her in a broad, arcing spray that landed squarely on my midsection and trickled hotly down my cock and balls.
It was surprisingly arousing. I think that if I hadn't already been rock hard with morning wood, I would have instantly responded rigidly to the erotic and very naughty sensation of her hot piss washing all over my hips and my well-exercised fucking gear.
"Fuck, Zoe! That's..."
"Hot, right?!" She smiled and gave me a naughty wink. She continued waggling her hips at me, spraying me with her piss from knees to navel. When her flow finally subsided, she licked her lips and grinned at me. "Now you."
"I... I don't know if I can now," I told her.
"Simple, Will. Just relax. Let go. Let it flow." She slid soapy fingers under my balls.
"That's not relaxing," I told her.
"No. But this will be."
"Wha..."
Before I got to the 't', she slipped her soapy middle digit straight up into my rectum and curled it in deep to find my prostate.
Everything unclenched and my cock turned instantly into a garden hose, gushing a steaming hot stream of urine. She kept on massaging my prostate - totally unnecessary, but it felt super good. Zoe used the base if her palm and wrist to direct my gushing cock.
My hot piss splashed across her tummy, then hosed down both of her tits, her smooth, pale, generous cleavage, then her neck and chin and - oh, fuck, she was guiding the arc of my jetting urine across her lips and then into her suddenly open mouth. Damn, that looked so fucking dirty.
I was still less than half done emptying my bladder. I couldn't tell if Zoe had actually swallowed my piss or just let it splash in her mouth and then dribble down her long, graceful neck. Either way it was weirdly erotic; strange as fuck but also hot-dirty-naughty-fuck-me-now erotic. What she did next blew my fucking mind.
Zoe slid her hot digit out of my anus, tickled my balls with her fingernails on the way by, then gripped the root of my still-discharging cock. She hitched herself astride me so that my cockhead was blasting piss between her hot ass cheeks. Then, she lifter one leg slightly and hitched herself up and forward, pressing my cockhead and half my hard dick up inside her wet, hot vagina.
Suddenly, I was filling her fuckbox up with fresh urine. Soon, it was leaking out of her, running down my cock and balls and the inside if my thighs. She sighed and leaned into me as I flooded her hot cunt.
"Sterile," she husked. "Good douche. Plus. Love your cock in me." She quivered for such a long moment that it was quite possible she had a weird little mini orgasm right there.
I figured I'd ask her about it later. Right then, it just felt super good to empty my bladder and reacquaint myself with the warm, expectant, worked-out feeling in my balls after the previous evening's exertions.
"Okay," I finally admitted as my cock softened, my flow subsided, and I slipped out of Zoe's tight, grippy pussy. "That was definitely the weirdest, and quite possibly the best morning piss I've ever taken."
"Come on over more and we can hot shower together more often," Zoe smiled up at me.
I grunted at that.
Zoe turned around and pressed her wet buns against my cock. "Soap me up," she commanded. "I've gotta get to an early class."
I complied. I grabbed the soap and scrubbed her back and butt and pretty legs all the way down and up. Then, I reached around and hand scrubbed her tummy and boobs up and down and then worked my soapy fingers on her hips.
"Thanks." She turned and gave me a long, wet kiss. "I've got the rest," her hand disappeared between her thighs," or else I'll never get out of here!"
"That would be bad," I asked.
"Later. Promise," she said and then skipped out of the shower.
I sudsed up and rinsed off quickly as she toweled off, then followed her back to her dorm room, still toweling my wet self off as I followed her quietly, hoping nobody emerged from any of the doorways to discover me sneaking back from the showers on an all-girls dorm floor.
Safe back in the room, I could have gone back to bed right away, but instead I went to the fridge, got an ice cube and a splash of orange juice, then poured a good, thick finger of bourbon on top. This I took over to the couch and sat down, letting my towel fall away as I sat. There I relaxed, sipping and watching Zoe get ready to go.
She grinned at me, smiling naughtily to see me watching her as she dropped her towel. She made a sultry show of bending over to rummage through her underwear drawer and then slowly slide on a sexy pair of boy shorts. I watched her dress and imagined how hot it would be to watch the same process in reverse. I looked forward to comparing my mental notes with reality soon.
Zoe finished strapping on a pair of soft, doeskin, knee-high boots over her not-quite-too-tight jeans. "Botany lab in the marshes this morning," she told me, "Why I'm up so early. Hope you liked the show."
"Loved it," I grinned.
