It always ends in one of two ways when we go out. Either she goes home with some guy or she ends up drunk and needing me to help her get home safe. Tonight seems like it is going to be the second type of night.
I put her arm around my shoulder and half support, half carry her out to the car. Luckily, knowing how the night might end, I have not had anything alcoholic to drink.
I maneuver her into the passenger seat and get her strapped in. I get in the drivers seat and start driving towards home.
The trip is uneventful, with me focused on driving and her half asleep in her seat.
When we get to the house I go around and help her out the car. It seems the quick nap she had on the drive have helped her regain some of her equilibrium, not enough to be able to walk on her own, but enough that I no longer need to do more than support her.
We make our way up the driveway and in the front door.
"Bathroom" she says, slurring the word so that it sounds more like "bathm", but I was already anticipating her request so the meaning is easy enough to understand.
I help her walk to the bathroom, releasing her in front of the toilet.
"Pants" she says, gesturing towards her crotch. Again her meaning is clear enough. In her drunk state she needs me to help her get out of her pants before she can get on the toilet and do her thing.
I step forward and reach down and start undoing the buttons. This should not feel weird, we have seen each other naked plenty of times and often use the the bathroom together, but there is something strangely intimate in helper her pull down her pants. It also does not help that I have been harboring a secret sexual attraction to her for years.
I pull down her panties along with her pants, bringing them down to her feet and helping her step out of them. She usually sleeps naked so there is no reason for her to put them back on when she is just going to straight to bed after this.
She steps back and sits down on the toilet and I hear the sound of her pee hitting the bowl. I try not to think of what is going on, try not to imagine it. I have never been into peeing and it isn't the thought of the action that is making my body start to tingle now, but rather the thought of where that pee is coming from and what I would like to do to that part of her anatomy.
I shake my head, trying to clear these thoughts away. We have been naked together many times before and while I always notice, it usually does not effect me like this.
I notice that her stream has stopped and looks at her face to see if she needs help.
"Wipe" she says with a smug half smile on her face. I realize that this is not a drunk request for help, at least not entirely. She has a tendency to play these unnecessary power games. It is one of the reasons that while she has no problem getting guys to take her home with them, most of them don't stick around for long.
My normal response to her would be to ignore the games and just go along with it, but for some reason today I am feeling unusually combative.
"Ok" I tell her, walking up to her and reaching out to grab her arm. "Get up and bend over". I pull her up by the arm and maneuver her over to the sink. Whether it is due to her drunk brain still being foggy or surprise she does as I ask and bends over the sink, sticking her ass out in the air.
"What?" she asks in a confused voice, talking into the sink.
"You wanted me to help you wipe. Much easier with you standing like this".
I suddenly realize that in her current position I have an unobstructed view of her ass and vaginal area. Her legs are slightly parted making me wonder whether she unconsciously positioned herself as if expecting a guy to take her from behind. At this thought I can feel the tingling in my lower parts start to increase and I am sure, if I were to pull off my panties right now, they would stick to my crotch.
Looking at her pussy, wet with beads of pee, I suddenly have the urge to kneel down behind her and use my tongue to clean them off. I have never before had the inclination to want to taste someone else's pee and it is not what is driving my desire now, but the thought of tasting her, licking her and feeling her tremble under my tongue is almost more than I can handle. And why should I? Why not just do it?
As soon as the thought seriously enters my mind, I know that I am going to go ahead with it, consequences be damned.
I quickly step up behind her and kneel down. The angle isn't perfect, but I can make it work. I put my hands on her upper thighs, noticing my fingers are trembling slightly. I pull her thighs apart, giving me full access to her nether parts.
I lean in and stick out my tongue and quickly slide my tongue from her clit and all the way up to her opening. I had halfway expected the taste of her pee to be disgusting, but all I taste is a slight salty tanginess, that isn't unpleasant.
At the same time that my tongue makes contact with her, I feel my own crotch contracting and a wave of pleasure races through me, almost like a miniature orgasm.
As I pull back to get my tongue in position for another lick, I hear her ask "Wha-what are you doing?". Her voice much lower and quieter than before.
"Wiping you" I say and then, without giving her time to respond, I move my face back in position and let my tongue sneak out and slide over her again, feeling the bump of her clit and the yielding of her opening more fully as I take my time to experience and enjoy the sensation.
"I-I-I..." she starts, but before she can get anything else out I bring my tongue back to her clit and do another slow trip from her clit and up to her opening. This stops her sentence and has her let out a quiet gasp instead.
Encouraged by this sign that what I am doing is affecting her, I quickly bring my tongue back and give her another lick, going back for another right away and getting into a rhythm.
She is not trying to say anything more, rather letting out small whimpering moans with each lick.
Without thinking I have begun rocking my body gently back and forth, creating a small amount of friction at the crotch of my pants. Not enough that I will be able to cum from it, but enough that it enhances the tingly feeling and sends small bolts of pleasure through me.
After a few more licks I notice that she is slicker and wetter than the saliva my tongue is depositing can account for and I am also starting to taste the taste of her wetness. Not an unpleasant taste and surprisingly, or maybe not so unsurprisingly, not dissimilar from my own taste, when considering that we live and eat together. As for how I know my own taste, well I am sure you can imagine.