Rest up for the morning

I grab that final pile of tests and try to rush through them, annoyed. I'm barely paying any attention and will probably end up passing half the class by mistake if I keep that up. My eyelids feel so heavy, my body is tired, I'm still al sweaty.

It's only a practice exam anyway, fuck this shit.

Throwing the pile on the floor, I pull the covers up. A quick flick of the light switch and I'm down in a matter of seconds.

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My Sunday starts early, before my 9am alarm even has the chance to buzz. The satisfying smell of bacon gently brings me back to life.

Hmm, good morning to me! Erica's been busy!

Carefully, I bring myself to sit. Looking down, I see my cock's head glued to my thigh.

Guess I must've leaked some during the night. - I ponder, pulling myself out of bed and setting my cock free. - Fuck, I really stink. - I notice on my way to the toilet as my eyes tear up from the accumulated stench. I hadn't peed since the night before, my bladder feels like it's about to burst. - Nothing makes me pee like ****. At least it wasn't beer...

Rushing in, I don't even bother lifting the toilet lid. - Ahh, fuck that feels good. - I lean against the wall, forearm supporting me, when Erica suddenly walks in.

"Mr. Archer?! Fuck, I'm sorry, I... I didn't see you!" - Covering her face, Erica looks away at the window. -"The door was open, I th..."

Indeed it was. I live alone and not for a second did I consider shutting my own bathroom door.

"Ah, yeah. I'm not used to bothering, you know?" - Letting out another sigh, my stream of piss continues splashing against the ceramic.

"I just... I just checked, you were sleeping like a minute ago!" - Erica continues to needlessly justify herself.

"Erica, darling. It's okay. No one's mad. Plus you didn't even do it on purpose, did you? Not like it's anything you haven't seen before, anyway..." - Turning my head towards her, I see she's wearing one of my t-shirts and her eyes are fixated on my cock.

"I've never... seen..."

"A man peeing? I suppose you haven't, not this close anyway... well, come on, then. Come have a better look." - I suggest.

"What? No, I... I shouldn't, I..."

"Don't be silly. You're obviously curious... it's just pee. How many other chances of seeing a man peeing up close are you gonna get?" - Countless... depending on how kinky you become... - The thought makes me grin as I stare at her in the corner of my toilet. - "Come on, now. But hurry, I'm gonna be done soon." - I wasn't. I had so much pee inside me, it was gonna take a while. I wave Erica over, offering her a hand, which she reluctantly grabs.

I pull her towards me and have her kneel by the toilet. With an encouraging hand behind her head, I gently nudge her towards the stream. - "See how funny it is? It makes the dick vibrate, too. Look." - Still holding her by the left wrist, I direct her hand towards my cock, which Erica grabs ever so carefully from below, and just with two fingers for whatever reason.

"Whoa, I can feel the stream running inside!" - She lets out, in awe.

"Right? It was even stronger before, it's getting weaker now."

Mesmerized, Erica continues staring, shifting her head to find different angles from which to appreciate the spectacle. Her curiosity backfires as she ends up with her head above the rim, a place where she's finally hit with the pungent smell of morning piss. - "Eghlehh" - She yelps, pulling back. She's holding my cock so tenderly she doesn't have enough grip to support it. My dick ends up slipping between her fingers and my last squirts of piss hit her hand, flowing down her wrist.

"Eeeeew, eww, ew! Oh my god, gross! Omg, omg, ewwww!" - Panicking, Erica stands up in a hurry, frantically trying to wipe the piss away. She's not thinking straight and ironically uses her free hand to try, which only ends up spreading it even more all over herself. - "Geheeww, fuuuck omg, omg! Argh! fuck, fuck!" - She continues yelling hysterically. So I grab her by the shoulders and look straight into her eyes.

"Erica. Calm down. Calm down... it's just pee. Shhh..."

"No, but it's argh, it's pee! It's fucking... ah, it smells!"

"It does. Pee smells. Yours, mine, everyone's. You're ok, everything's ok."

"No, Mr. Archer! Iäve got pee on m..."

"Shhh, shhhh, it's, no one's gonna die here..." - I reassure her, now pulling her head towards my chest. - "You're alright. It's just pee, no one's ever died from touching it, have they?"

Breathing heavily, Erica manages to respond. - "No... I guess not..."

"They certainly haven't. It smells a bit funny, sure, but it's just like warm water, k? Just breathe.... breathe...." - I keep on guiding Erica, until she regains some sanity.

"See? You're still here!" - I joke, stepping back and gesturing at her with both hands.

"Haha, yeah... I'm sorry... I just never... the smell..."

"It's JUST pee smells. Not sulfuric acid, yeah?"

"Heh, no..." - She agrees, looking down at her hands, embarrassed. - "Mr. Archer, you're leaking all over the floor!"

"Oh, crap. Guess I wasn't as done as I thought... oops!" - Grabbing my cock, I give it a final shake above the toilet. - "But that's ok because it's just..." - I continue, now waiting for Erica.

"...pee. It's just pee?"

"That's right. And that's no problem for new, independent, self-assured, Ms. O'Keefe, is it?" - I question, raising her chin with my hand.

With a coy smile, Erica nods slightly.

"Good girl. So take care of it." - I order, bending down and ripping one square of toilet paper and handing it to her.

Having a better look at it, Erica isn't thrilled. - "Eh? But... it's too small! It's..."

"Ah, bah, bah. Hold it right there. It's more than enough, Ms. O'Keefe" - Unwilling to prolong this little banter, I point to the floor. - "Go on."

With the thin piece of paper in her hand, Erica kneels down really slowly, almost as if silently begging me to change my mind. But that doesn't happen. Instead, I squat down and start pointing at the droplets I can spot.

Making a cry-baby face, Erica holds the paper by one of its corners and dip the opposite one into a small pool. It starts to absorb the piss in but it doesn't actually clean anything.

"Do you think you're cleaning this floor like that, Erica?"

It's so obvious, Erica doesn't even dare to reply. Whimpering, she lowers the whole paper onto the wetness. It goes from snow-white to murky-gray as it soaks all the piss in. Erica just stares at the thing, now firmly glued to the bathroom tile.

"That's better. Make sure to drag it around so that you get it all." - I add, calmly.

Erica let's out another whimper and attempts to touch it but cowards away, looking at me in a mix of apprehension and fear.

"It's just..."

"Pee, I know. But I still don..."

"It's just..." - I abruptly repeat.

"Pee.... it's just pee... but..."

"It's JUST..."

"Pee..." - She completes it again. This time gathering the courage to push the paper around with her index finger, leaving it all bunched up in the process.

"There, much better. I think you got it all. Now just throw it in the toilet so I can flush." - I direct with a proud grin.

Avoiding to look at it, Erica let's out a cute shriek and quickly grabs it from the floor with her thumb and in index fingers. She flicks it over the toilet rim and we can hear a loud splash as it lands.

"Very nice!" - With a push on the button, I flush the toilet and turn to Erica again. - "See? You're still breathing. No big deal, right?" - Pulling her to her feet again, I give Erica a hug. - "This weekend is all about stepping outside your comfort zone and doing things yourself. I'm proud of you."

Silently, Erica wraps her arms around me, reciprocating the hug and nuzzles her head in my chest again.

"Next time there's an accident in your bathroom, you'll handle it yourself, right?"

I feel Erica's face rubbing against my chest hair as she nods back at me.

"Now, I don't know about you, but I could use a cleaning right about now."

"You kinda do..." - Erica adds, chuckling.

"Hahah, I know, I know..." - Turning around, I pull the shower curtains open. When I turn back, I see Erica approaching the sink.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

"I'm gonna wash my hands. And my..."

"Er, no you're not."

"What? But why?! I did what you said, I cleaned the floor..."

"You sure did. But that doesn't mean you're off the hook. Let's be honest, here. You BARELY made it, yeah? And if it wasn't for my... incentives... the floor would probably still be wet."

"That's not fair, Mr. Archer, I could've..."

"Coulda, shoulda, woulda. You know I'm right, Erica." - I'm gonna hop in the shower now, you can either come with, or you can stay covered in piss to stop being so fussy. Your call.

"What?! Fussy?! But... it smells! I smell! I... I..."

"It sure does. I can smell you from here..." - I add, with a grin.

"Argh, and I can smell you from here!" - She tries to comeback at me.

"We're both filthy, I know! The question is: will you be a good girl and make your peace with being filthy every once in a while, or are you gonna be a good secretary and help me in the shower?"