The flushing of the toilet caused the ancient water pipes to groan, waking Cynthia. Her pillow on the floor explained why her neck ached. For a moment, she remained, head resting against the hard sofa arm, and stared through blurry eyes at the faded paint on the ceiling. The events of the past evening replayed in her mind. A glance at her newly-acquired, hairy knuckles proved what had happened was all too real.
Her
bladder screamed to be emptied, and something strained against the front of her
jeans. She reached to adjust her crotch and grimaced. "Oh sheesh!"
Her fingers found the morning "woody" guys always talked about.
She
yanked her hand from beneath the blanket like it was on fire. Covering her
face, she bemoaned her fate. The bathroom beckoned, but she wasn't ready for
what else awaited her. The idea of touching Alex's penis was bad enough; she
wasn't sure she knew how to aim one.
Unable
to stand the growing discomfort, Cynthia passed Alex on her way into the
bathroom. The sinister grin on his face told her he had already been. She glared
at him. "I don't want to discuss it," she spat, and slammed the
bathroom door behind her.
In
front of the toilet, she inched down the zipper on her Levis. Scrunching her
eyes closed, she gingerly reached inside the open fly, took hold of the
engorged member with two fingers, and pulled it free. Opening one eye, she
looked down at the toilet and calculated a line of fire. The stream of urine
seemed never-ending, but brought immediate relief…and ended the erection.
She
tucked the flaccid penis back inside, closed her zipper and washed her hands.
Alex's face stared back from the mirror, and despite her present traumatic
situation, she almost laughed. Five o'clock shadow was nothing she ever
expected to have, but fretting about such a minor thing seemed ridiculous. She
had bigger worries to deal with. Much bigger!
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