You would if you could

As you lie in Rachel's bed, there are two things keeping you from drifting off to sleep. First, it'd be such a terrible old cliché if she came back from the shower wanting to cuddle only to find you snoring in the aftermath of your orgasm. Second, and more pressing, is the fact that you now realise that you have to take a piss.

Grunting, you swing your legs out of the bed as you sit up, then heave yourself up onto your feet. After putting on your briefs, which involves you spending a few moments looking for them first, you then stroll out of Rachel's bedroom and into the upstairs corridor. Of course, the only upstairs toilet is located in the upstairs bathroom, which coincidentally is also where the shower is located. Now, you could go stumbling down the stairs and through the darkness downstairs in the search for the downstairs bathroom, but since you're tired and your bladder isn't threatening to explode at any given second, you instead knock on the bathroom door. You knock again, but don't get any response, and the sound of the shower running doesn't stop, which doesn't help you with your problem either. And neither does the thought of Rachel standing naked underneath the oncoming spray of water.

"Rachel!" you call out, once you've opened the door, although you're careful not to peek inside.

In response, you get a startled yelp, which is followed a few seconds later by the shower stopping.

"Yes?" Rachel asks.

"Uh," you say to the door, "are you going to be finished soon? I kind of have to use the bathroom..."

Yes, you think, this was so much better than heading downstairs.

"You, you can just go ahead," Rachel tells you, her voice a little uneven.

"Uh, are you sure?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'll just turn the water back on," Rachel tells you, and the sound of running water resumes.

"Alright," you mutter as you enter the bathroom and try not to ogle Rachel. You have to take a quick peek though, and what you get is an image of the back of Rachel's naked through the frosted glass of the shower door. Even with it being distorted slightly by the glass, it's pretty obvious that Rachel's ass is probably every bit as astounding as her tits and, well, everything else about her.

Still, your conscience and your bladder both agree that you shouldn't be spying on her, and so you position yourself in front of the toilet instead. Having done your business, and tried your best to hit the porcelain instead of the water in the toilet to limit the sound, you flush and move on to the bathroom sink. As you're busy drying your hands after washing them, the shower stops again.

"John?" Rachel calls out.

"Yeah, I'm almost finished, Rachel," you respond, just as your gaze happens to fall on the spot a few feet away from you where she's dumped her jeans and panties.

"No, wait... Do you really want us to be on equal ground?" Rachel asks you, still standing with her back towards you and her body obscured by the frosted glass.

"Uh, what?" you respond, trying to figure out what she's talking about.

"Look, John..." From where you're standing, Rachel is sounding awfully nervous right now, "There's something you should know about me."

"Uh, okay."

You can see her turn around, and your cock is starting to tent your briefs as you see her reach for the door.

The door slides open and Rachel is standing there completely naked, looking nervous and terrified. Before you've even thought about it, your gaze is scanning her body, processing what it is seeing.

You focus on what you haven't seen already, and so take in her long, sexy legs. Then, your gaze stops at what's between her legs. Protruding out from between them is a cock, a few inches shorter than yours at about eight or nine inches and extremely erect, with a pair of balls dangling down underneath its base. On a slender, curvy girl like Rachel, the thick rod looks absolutely huge.

"John?" Rachel's voice is trembling as she moans out your name.