It would be a lie to say that I had not been turned-on by events of the day, after seeing my roommate Sandra have a wee in the open college grounds. Having been caught having a leak of my own by one of the teachers had initially been a shock but it had been the same teacher who had suggested that the fun had yet to begin.
The hours of my first day had flown by with a brief guide around the local buildings before attending a welcome meeting that had dragged on for way too long, my attention drifting elsewhere.
For starters, I was beginning to question my sexuality. I had been with a couple of boys before leaving home, having lost my virginity to the first. I had been teased, of course, over attending an exclusive university for girls, and about how it would make me a lesbian but I had never really considered the idea. My roommate Sandra had already changed that proposition.
I had been yearning to revisit the ‘Kitty Litter’ but the opportunity had not arisen. Having a wee in the communal toilets had seemed so incredibly boring and for a brief moment, I had been tempted to squat over the floor and widdle over the tiles.
It was something that had occurred in my last year at school. The teachers were outraged at such dirty behaviour. The culprit had never been found but the memory of it had remained lodged in my mind ever since. Maybe this was why Sandra’s actions in having a piss in front of me had given me such a thrill?
The day had passed and I had climbed into my bed. Sandra returned from the bathroom with a naughty smile on her face. For a moment my imagination raced at the prospect of her joining me in my bed, the shedding of our nightshirts the beginning of what was to follow. How wrong I was…
‘What are you doing?’ I asked as Sandra lowered herself into a squat at the end of my bed, whilst staring at me with her big round eyes. I was dumbfounded. What was she doing?
Whatever it was, it appeared that Sandra did not want to move from her position, her hands hidden from view whilst a slight hissing sound emanating from the floor should have been indication enough of her misdeed.
‘Pissing!’ Sandra answered, still smiling at me.
‘What do you mean pissing?’ I asked somewhat stupidly, still unable to believe what my roommate was doing.
‘Having a leak, taking a pee, having a slash. You know, relieving my bladder before I get into bed.’
‘What on the carpet?’ I was appalled and strangely turned on at the same time.
‘Yes, why not? I’ve only been drinking water and it will soon dry.’
‘I don’t believe you,’ I said even though there was no doubt in my mind that my college pal was spraying her piss over the base of my bed.’
‘Have a look if you don’t believe me. It is so much more fun than using the toilet.’
Eager to witness again Sandra’s pussy spraying out her hot flowing stream of pee I clambered out of the bedsheets and moved to investigate, my hormones racing. Having been excited at our use of the ‘Kitty Litter’ I had earlier urinated in our shared bathroom sink rather than empty my piss into the toilet.
Despite my own naughtiness, I was amazingly excited at the prospect of seeing Sandra’s toilet over the floor. In my mind, I argued that it was nowhere near as perverse to spray your pee into a sink bowl connected to the drains, as it was to pee over the carpet.
‘Why don’t you have a pee as well if you want?' Unable to resist the incredible offer I dropped off the bed and made to join Sandra by resting on my parted knees, a patch of carpet in front of the bed perfectly ready to accept my spraying toilet shower. Sandra was still peeing, a gorgeous stream of hot piss spraying from her lower lips and decorating the floor with a growing damp stain.