“Wait here, Emma, I’ll be right back,” Daniel told me. We were at the library, browsing and such. Without another word, he set off, and feeling a bit impish and curious, I followed him.

Down the stairs and into the men’s room he went.

I paused at the door a second or two, then, feeling brave, I went in after him.

There he was at the urinal. (Not an attractive word.) I listened to his stream. Kind of a nice sound. Musical in a way. His cock came to my mind, as it often did. From the back I couldn’t see, but I imagined it, complete with the fluid jetting from the slit. Oh, that sweet slit. The thought of my tongue teasing him there ... it wetted me up a little.