The moment Abbey woke up that morning, she knew she'd never have another drink of alcohol ever again.
She squirmed in her dorm room bed and struggled to open her eyes. Everything felt like a daze. Slowly things were becoming clear.
As she kicked her blanket away, with her eyelids only halfway open, she felt the horrible sensation of a wet bed. She was in her usual sleep attire, which consisted of panties and a small tshirt. The only difference was, she had been sleeping in a wet puddle of her own creation.
"Jesus," she complained to herself.
Abbey hadn't wet her bed since... she couldn't remember the last time. Finally, she opened her eyes further.
When she looked up, she saw the vision of a messy looking fireball. When she wiped her eyes and her vision cleared, she realized it was her roommate Shoshana, with morning hair that looked untamable.
"Not a word of this to anyone," Abbey said with a hoarse voice. "And please don't bring this up again."
Shoshana nodded and sat next to the puddle. "I swear I won't tell. Our secret."
"Thanks, Shosh."
"How much did you have to drink yesterday?"
"One beer," Abbey replied, before sitting up on the bed so they could face each other. "I'm a newbie at drinking."
"All that over one beer? You're certainly no Rust Cohle."
"Who?"
"The guy from
True Detective
," Shoshana answered. "Anyway, I'll make you some coffee. And I'll help you change your sheets."
Abbey breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks so much. You're the best. Wait... Hold on. How long have you been standing here?"
"A while."
"May I ask why? I mean, that's weird. Were you watching me sleep?"
"I was waiting for you to wake up," Shoshana said.
"Why? Was I saying crazy things in my sleep? Or are you secretly a serial killer?"
"I'm more interested in, what you were doing
before
you went to sleep."
Abbey tried to think. "I was at a party in the other dorm. I had one beer. Then I came back here to sleep."
"And?"
"Was there something else? Shosh, if I did anything embarrassing, now is the time to let me know. We have to sort things out immediately."
Shoshana smiled, "On the contrary, it's something you should be extremely proud of. You don't remember anything else?"
"Just say it," Abbey moaned. "I can't think straight."
Shoshana gestured to the wet pool. "I saw you... do all that..."
"Oh god," Abbey sighed, rubbing her hands through her hair. "You watched me piss myself? Then you let me sleep in it? Thanks so much. How nice of you. Can you tell I'm being sarcastic right now?"
"It's not piss," Shoshana said with a borderline evil grin.
"Then what is it? Did you pour that on me as a prank? It's not funny."
"Abigail, you squirted."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Shoshana cleared her throat. "Last night, I came back at around 11. Now, obviously we both masturbate in here, but we each do it secretly and discreetly. It's like an unspoken agreement between roommates, whether it be male roomies or female roomies."
"Holy shit. You watched me masturbate? I don't remember doing that."
"Of course not, you were drunk from that one beer."
"But you watched?" Abbey asked again.
"Well, I didn't want to, but I had to."
"That's such a violation."
"Your blanket was on the floor," Shoshana explained. "The lights were on. You were naked from the waist down. When it was done, I helped clean you a little, then I put your panties on and tucked you under your blanket."
"You put my panties back on? I'd thank you, if you weren't such a pervert for watching me."
"Says the masturbation girl. Anyway, you squirted. You fucking squirted!"
Abbey blushed so hard her face nearly became a ruby. "There's no such thing as squirting. It's piss. It happens sometimes."
"Who told you it was piss?"
"My previous doctor."
"Your previous doctor is a piece of fucking shit," Shoshana calmly asserted. "The ability to squirt is a gift from God, no matter what religion. And yes, it's squirt. Not piss. Ignore the naysayers and haters. God doesn't make these sorts of weird mistake."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I think it's amazing. Because I think you have a gift you should be proud of. Instead, you're acting paranoid and defensive."
Abbey huffed. "I need a shower and some coffee."
"Abigail, why are you brushing this aside?" Shoshana asked. "We have to talk about this."
"What else am I supposed to do?"
"I want you to acknowledge your gift!"
Having heard enough of this nonsense, Abbey stood up to go use the bathroom. Ironically enough, her wet crotch was now in her roommates face, who was still sitting on the bed.
"There is no gift," Abbey said, now standing with a position of authority, as her roommate fixated on her wet panties. "It's probably piss that's all over me, which is why I'm so horrified and disgusted."
Shoshana was unmoved. "No, it's squirt."
"How would you know?"
This time, Shoshana stood up to fight back. "Because last night, I kneeled beside the bed during your drunken masturbation session. It was squirt. I saw it gushing from your pussy while you cried. It was clear fluids. Squirt. And... please don't be mad at me... but I tasted it. It's 100% squirt."
Abbey was horrified by the revelation and her jaw dropped.
"We are never going to speak of this again," she said. "You're so lucky I won't call your mother and report your voyeurism habits. As for the tasting thing, I will forget it, for the sake of our friendship."
With a final huff, she stormed towards the bathroom.
***
In between college classes, Abbey was a teacher's assistant for a Biology professor. They sat in an empty classroom together, while he was reviewing notes for an upcoming lecture, and she was recording grades from a recent quiz.
As her phone rested on the table, the screen lit up. She checked her phone and saw that she received an email from her roommate. Immediately she was suspicious. Shoshana rarely ever emailed her, and on the heels of their disastrous morning? It all seemed so curious.
She opened the email.
Hey Abigail,
I know you're still mad at me. Hear me out; you remember Meera, right? She's the cute Indian assistant for Professor Maines. Anyway, she hosts something called "S.A." on campus tonight, in an empty classroom (she has the keys, so no one is breaking in).
It's secret, so don't tell anyone. I'm taking you tonight. I'll get you prepped in our dorm at about 8 pm. Afterwards we'll head over to the meeting. We can meet some really cool people!
love ya,
Shosh
Immediately, Abbey figured this was Student's Association business, given the fact that it was taking place in a classroom and that Meera was involved.
It piqued her interest and she texted her friend.
Abbey:
Fine, I forgive you. I'll be there.
She went back to recording the grades when she got a text back.
Shoshana:
Great, see you at the dorm!
Putting her phone away, she concentrated on getting her task done. She was in a good mood, despite the humiliating morning. The fact was, she had squirted last night, and squirting always made her feel good the next day. It was her heavenly release, even though she was still partly convinced it was piss and that it was gross.
When she finally finished, the meeting that night was all she could think of. She looked at the Biology professor and figured, why not?
"Do you happen to know Meera, by any chance?" Abbey asked. "She's the assistant for Professor Maines."
Michael nodded. "I do know her. She's a nice person."
"Apparently she runs something on campus called 'S.A.' Have you ever heard of that?"
Suddenly, Michael's body turned stiff, making him sit upright at a perfect 90 degree angle. His eyes became wide and he was almost choked.
"I... ummm... have heard of that," Michael replied, with a nearly high pitch voice.
Now this had gotten Abbey's attention. She had long known this professor to be a stern, even-tempered man. For him to act so awkwardly just seemed strange. But of course, Abbey couldn't pepper her boss with questions. That just didn't seem proper.
"Well, I'm invited to an 'S.A.' meeting later today. Do you think that's something I should look into?"
Michael gulped. "Was that supposed to be a secret?"
"Yeah, I was told it was a secret thing. Why? Was I not supposed to mention it?"
"Did someone invite you?" he asked cautiously.
"My roommate did," she replied. "Who knows, I'm considering grad school and this might look good on my resume. What do you think?"
"I think... you sound like you've never heard of this before."
"Student's Association?"
Michael pursed his lips. "I think it's best if you ask your roommate for clarity on the matter. I shouldn't be, shall we say, privy to this sort of information."