Wake her up and get her out of the room

None too gently, I grabbed her shoulder to shake her awake. She mumbled in her sleep, but didn't stir. I shook her again, rougher this time, and her eyes flickered open, just a little.

"Shaun?" She muttered sleepily, propping herself up on an elbow. "Why are you in my room?"

"I'm not; you're in mine," I snapped.

Her drunken gaze fell down to my waist. "Why are you... why's your cock out?"

In all the chaos I'd forgotten about my own indecent state. Glancing down, I saw my cock standing out proudly from my groin, visibly aroused and twitching.

I went to cover myself quickly, but in the same moment Anna slumped back down on the bed.

"Oh no you don't!" I said, grabbing for her again and hauling her upright. She fell against my shoulder, and I finally managed to pull out of the puddle of piss an onto her feet. The moment I let go, she started to topple, so I wrapped both arms around her waist to keep her upright. She seemed a little more alert now she was on her feet, so I started wrestling her out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. She kept muttering the whole time, and seemed barely with it, but at least she seemed able to follow my lead and put one foot in front of the other. Her hands clung around my neck, occasionally dipping down to caress my bare chest. I could feel her achingly soft breasts flattened against my side, her bountiful flesh spilling past the thin straps of her bra. Balancing out the wonderful sensations was the wet patch that stained the front of her dress, now going cold. I tried to keep from rubbing against it, but with the way she was leaning all her wait on my shoulders, contact was unavoidable. Absurdly, my cock stayed at its full hardness throughout all of this, bouncing ahead of us as we shuffled awkwardly to the bathroom.

With some rough manoeuvring, I got her into the shower, and let her slump against the wall, where she slid gracelessly down onto the floor. Her chunky arse hit the tiles with a satisfying jiggle, and another little spurt of pee gushed out between her legs. Despite everything I chuckled; how big was this girl's bladder?

With my drunk housemate dealt with for the moment, I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my lower half. Finally, everything had slowed down enough to let me think. I was at a loss for what to do in this situation. Anna was so out of it she'd probably happily sleep in the shower, half-dressed and covered in piss, though she'd wake up sore as hell, as well as hungover. A vicious part of me was tempted to leave her there as payback for the nightmare she'd put me through.