**The characters and beginning of this story are based on reality, but most of it is fantasy. Contains pee fetish material, so don't read it if you don't like it**
In my senior year of college, I lived in a four-person apartment on campus. One of the other guys in the apartment, Chris, brought his girlfriend over almost every day. She was a latina named Danielle. Danielle was 20 years old, about 5'4 with a gorgeous thin body and long hair dyed a striking bright red. I always thought she was pretty, and my eyes sometimes fell to her sexy butt when she was cooking in our kitchen, but I'm not the type to mess with someone else's girlfriend. Or so I thought.
One day, I was making noodles on the stove when I saw her come out of Chris's room and go into the bathroom right across the hall. I've always enjoyed hearing girls pee when I get the chance, so I quietly walked closer to the bathroom and tried to tune out all other noises. I heard sounds of clothing rustling, then a small cough. A few seconds later, I heard a little sigh and the unmistakable tinkling of a girl relieving herself. The bathroom had been built for disabled accessibility, so was fairly large. It amplified the sounds of her private moment, and I imagined what she looked like sitting on the toilet. Incredibly sexy, I thought. It only lasted maybe 7 seconds or so, then I heard the toilet paper roll.
I quickly went back to the kitchen to pour my noodles into a bowl and went to my room, hoping I'd be gone before she came out. I was really turned on but also felt kind of guilty. Later that night, my fantasy of Danielle on the toilet found its way into my masturbation session. I knew I was hooked, but wasn't sure I wanted to be.
Over the next few days Danielle and I passed each other in the common area of the apartment a few times, and even though I was nervous each time, it seemed like I was safe. One afternoon, she was cooking lunch for Chris and herself, and I was studying on the couch in the connected living room. When we were alone, she came over and sat down next to me.
Abruptly, she whispered "I know you heard me peeing the other day." Uh oh. When I started to apologize, she said "No, it's ok. My ex used to like to watch me pee. It made me happy to know I was making him happy." She looked over at Chris's room, "I actually kind of miss it."
"Wha... what are you saying?" I asked, pretty sure I knew the answer but not believing what I was hearing.
"Whenever Chris has me over and nobody's out here, I'll knock on your door. Then you can come into our bathroom and... watch me pee?" She cocked her head to the side, turning the last part into a semi question. Even though it was obvious that was what she was going to say, I still didn't believe her.
"What about Chris?" I pointed to his room, where I knew he was. I desperately hoped he hadn't heard us.
"As long as nobody finds out, I don't see a problem with it." A little naughty smile grew on her face, one that I would soon become well acquainted with. I could only nod.
I hardly saw her over the next week. Maybe she'd decided against what she'd said and didn't want to admit it. One night, around 11, I was working on some math homework when I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, and there was Danielle, smiling at me. She winked, turned, and started walking toward the bathroom.
