If anyone were trying to sleep just after midnight in Samantha's corridor at the university college block where she stayed, they would have been cursing her and her friends as they rolled in drunk and noisy after their evening in the college bar. There was Samantha with, of course, her best friend Eliza, Edward the Engineering student, and Sylvia and her fiancé Neil who both studied Information Technology. And they were giggling and shrieking and hooting and stumbling as they struggled up the narrow stair well and staggered down the corridor past Samantha's sleeping neighbours. Not that Samantha really gave a monkey's at that moment. A few beers and she was well past caring.
"Jeez! I'm bursting!" Edward moaned, grabbing his stomach.
"Flipping heck!" Samantha shouted back. "You can keep it in. I've held back too."
"And so have I!" yelled Eliza who was having some difficulty walking in a straight line.
"We've all been holding back, Eddie. You don't want to spoil the fun, do you, by peeing down your pants?" Sylvia remarked, squeezing Neil's hand.
"Cripes! Don't give me grief! I was just saying..." Edward replied defensively.
"Anyway, the waiting'll soon be over," Samantha remarked. "Look here we are!" She stood outside the door of the room she shared with Eliza and fumbled in the pockets of her jeans for her keys. The door was decorated by a cute poster of a cat and a few pages torn out of a movie magazine of some of the male film stars that had taken the fancy of either of the two roommates. Samantha liked her men to be tall and handsome. Well, they had to be tall. She didn't want to have to look down on them. Eliza, who was in comparison, let's be kind, a little vertically challenged, was rather less bothered about height. She liked her men to be cute.
Samantha pushed open the door to reveal a very tidy room with Physics and Mathematics textbooks stacked up on the two desks and, on the walls, an array of posters of more film stars, a couple of the better kempt pop stars and a selection of adorable puppies and pussy cats.
"I'll get the plastic sheets!" Eliza volunteered, running towards the wardrobe. "Unless you want to use the shower room."
"You got en suite?" asked a visibly impressed Sylvia. "What I wouldn't give for en suite!"
"I'll put on a video," volunteered Samantha. "Get us in the mood. What do you want?" She knelt down in front of the DVD player and portable TV where there was an orderly array of titles. "We've got 'Yellow Tears', 'Golden Show Time', 'Puddles in the Staff Room', 'Smelly Dinner',..."
"I don't fancy the last," Edward chuckled. "That's a scat title isn't it? That's a step too far for me. You're not into that scene are you, Sammie?"
Samantha smiled. "Bit too much cleaning up afterwards for me. No, if you can't drink it then it's no good. This vid came free with 'Lady in a Damp Dress'. We've only ever watched it once. But it made Lizzie ever so hot!"
"I wasn't!" denied Eliza, laying the plastic sheet over the two single beds that the two girls habitually pushed together. "But it wasn't all scat."
"Well, as long as it didn't have penetration or sperm, that's all right," remarked Sylvia. "I wouldn't want to see that kind of filth. Not, that is," she continued with a smile towards Neil who was pulling down his trousers and underpants to disclose a limp penis surrounded by a thick bush of black pubic hair, "until Neil and I are married."
"When'll that be?" wondered Samantha, pulling off her sweat shirt with the number '12' stitched in the fabric to reveal the full round breasts of which she was so proud. She was pleased to see Edward's eyes light up at the sight of them. He could lick them all night long if he wanted to.
"We've booked a date for the Summer Vacation," Neil explained. "It'll be a proper church wedding and our families are coming down from all over. We're really looking forward to it."
"And I bet you're looking forward to the night after," continued the now naked Samantha who was slipping in a DVD with the evocative title 'Yellow Rain and Golden Drizzle'.
"Absolutely!" Sylvia agreed. "After holding out so long, we just hope it's worth it."
"I'm sure it will be," continued Samantha, running the DVD forward past all the credits and trailers. "The waiting'll make it all the better. You don't want to lose your virginity before you're married do you? That wouldn't be right at all! What do you think, Lizzie?"
Eliza blushed. Her short, slightly dumpy body was now completely unclothed and she hovered by the bedsheets while everyone else was divesting the last of their clothes. She had famously once succumbed to a boy while still at school, and hadn't been able to live it down. What was more serious, she was now damaged goods and her prospects, never that shining to start off with, were now substantially tarnished. And, as Samantha often reminded her when her fingers slid inside her broken crotch, she'd confessed she'd not even enjoyed it very much. Samantha was adamant she'd never ever ever make the same mistake as her best friend. The boys would just have to wait until Mr Right came along.
And then onto the bed, protected as always by the plastic sheet. Five naked bodies, all bursting with the excesses of alcohol and all ready to rip. To ensure that the flow would go on for more than a few minutes, Eliza cracked open a few extra cans of weak beer she'd selected from the small fridge and laid them out on the bedside cabinets. As always, it was Samantha who let forth first. She straddled the bed, her knees indenting the plastic sheet, her breasts free and swaying heavily, her fingers on either side of her trim crotch as she directed the flow of urine directly into Edward's face.
Everyone laughed, even Edward, as the hot, steaming piss splattered his nose, screwed up his eyes, dampened his fringe and streamed into his open mouth. Samantha was renowned as being able to keep the flow going for many minutes: something she'd gained from years of practise. It came out in bursts of five or ten seconds, trailing down Edward's chin, onto the scattered hairs of his chest and onto his own limp penis.
But Samantha had to be careful. This kind of fun could finish ever so quickly if you weren't. As it was, it was a good day if you could keep a session going for more than quarter of an hour. And everyone was ready to go.
It all became very confusing, as it usually did after a night out on the piss. Edward urinated on Eliza's face while she was letting loose her punctuated flow on Samantha's breasts, where they streamed over her full nipples and cascaded onto her belly. Eliza, as always, tried to get as much urine into her mouth as possible. She'd heard that it was good for you, and, although it had taken some time, she had acquired taste for it. Rather like blue cheese, bitter ale and fine wine. Indeed, people did have different tasting urine, and she fancied that she could tell male urine apart from the female equivalent.
And, of course, she had the opportunity to test her theory, as she and Neil put their heads close together to take the stream of piss to which Sylvia eventually gave vent. Not as voluminous as Edward's, but it lasted just as long. That was the thing about men. Lots of volume but not necessarily any better quality. Her hair was soaking from piss, as was Samantha's, but with her best friend's blonde hair being so much longer, right over her shoulders, it would take a lot longer for her to wash the smell out of it. But that was one of the penalties of an active social life.
Urine coursed down the legs, the arms and the breasts of the five friends. It drenched the pubic hairs, it streamed flat the hairs on Edward's chest and the even scantier ones on Neil's chest. Edward opened his mouth and drooled out a mixture of Eliza's and Samantha's urine down his cheek. Just as he never inhaled cigarette smoke, neither did he swallow the fruits of his passion. The five of them collapsed on the sheets, a mass of naked, stinking damp bodies, slightly chilled by the plastic underneath and clinging to each other for the warmth of their bodies, shivering from the cooling urine.
Samantha did what she could to keep it going a bit longer. She passed around the beers and the friends settled together, cross-legged or on top of each other, drinking quickly and making incoherent conversation. As always, Eliza rested her face on Samantha's damp bare thighs, while her best friend stroked her sodden dark brown hair. She smiled silently and contentedly. She dearly loved her best friend. Not the love she would feel for a man of course. That is, when the right man came along. One who would forgive her for her trespass into premarital sex and would understand that virginity wasn't everything. But until then she had her best friend, Samantha. So beautiful. So smart. Although this didn't necessarily reflect itself in the results of her Maths tests. She was so fortunate to count Samantha as her best friend. They went everywhere together. And whatever Samantha did, Eliza did too.
Finally, the beer top up did the job, and there was a brief reprise in the friends' fun. This hardly lasted more than five minutes, and Neil couldn't be persuaded to pee at all. But Eliza got to taste Samantha's pee again, as did Sylvia, while Edward contributed a spare and unremarkable trickle of his own. Eliza peed on Sylvia's breasts and Neil's penis, which he held up between the two small but perky mounds. The urine trickled down the canal in the bosom and over Neil's hairy, perhaps slightly tumescent, penis, his long foreskin still covering its end, and dampened the garden patch of Sylvia's crotch and gathered in a small pool in Sylvia's navel.
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