8 comments/ 104521 views/ 31 favorites A Drinker's Better Moments By: topwise It was my usual ritual on a Friday night that was dwindling to an end. I was at my favorite bar, Blue's Tavern. It had just opened and was my favorite bar: not for the good food, the cheap beer or the number of televisions to catch any sporting event. Instead, I was interested in the bartender Rachel. We flirted a lot over the nights that she worked and I was around, but it was very innocent. I saw something in her eyes when she looked at me though that wasn't so innocent. I got a few quick kisses out of her when I had walked her home from work on occasion, but she was always reluctant to go on any real date. She never really looked at anyone else with the same devilish eyes she used with me so I thought I'd have to play her at her game and eventually break through her barrier. I finished up the remaining beer that was at the bottom of my mug. Over the course of the fabulous night, several of my friends had come and went. I walked out of the bar with two of my friends, Cheryl and Dave, into the brisk dark night that awaited us outside. They were a couple and would get laid tonight. I on the other hand would have to do without and walk home only to look forward to passing out on my bed and enjoy a long restful sleep. I gave Cheryl a hug and Dave the dual shake with one hand and hug with the other. We said goodbye, as well as our vows that we'd have to do the same thing again tomorrow night. "Back here at Blue's tomorrow at eleven, Kev," Dave said as he had his arm draped around Cheryl's neck and began to turn to head off home. "If I'm not here, it's because I'm dead," I returned as I watched them walk down the street, Dave giving Cheryl a quick pinch on the ass. Rachel was staying late tonight to close up so I wouldn't be walking her home. Instead, I began that two block walk alone, which seemed much longer having so many beers in me. I did my best to remain vertical walking along the sidewalk, but tripped over my first step to my house and fell onto the porch hard. I hope I didn't wake my roommates. They were probably still out at the other bars, it hadn't been too long since I had last seen them at Blue's before they left to hit the other bars. We had a bathroom in the basement and on the first floor but I lived on the second. If they were home, I did not want to wake them so I decided it would be best to relieve myself outside. I stood up, brushing off my pants from the fall, one foot on the top step and the other up on the porch. I unzipped and pulled out my dick and pissed over the porch railing. It felt good to let the drinks of the evening leave me. I wonder what the record is for the longest piss? I gave a quick shake then took out my keys and made my way to the door. My keys scratched against the lock, I was having trouble getting the keys in. As I made a third attempt to try to unlock my front door, the door swung open. There was a light on in the bedroom in the distance, allowing a silhouette of the person standing at the doorway. I was about to apologize to my roommate for waking him when I noticed the silhouette to be much more bustier than I had remembered any of the guys in my house being. I squinted, making out the long ruffled hair on a very curvy body. I tried squinting harder to figure out who this was, hoping that I was right all along about Rachel's hidden secret desires. "Holy shit Kevin! I was about to call the police with all that noise you were making, thought you were trying to break into my house." It took me awhile for it to sink in. "Sorry Kris." I had lived next to Kris for the last three years. It was actually Dr. Kristin Morgan. I took her introductory Biology course as a freshman. That was her first year of teaching and it was a fun class even though I was just there to take my required course and then hide from biology and the sciences in my remaining semesters. As a sophomore I moved into the house next to hers with three of my best friends. I thought it would be weird living next to a teacher and for a teacher to be living among students, but this block was full of older students and even another faculty member so the keg parties were not rampant, we did all our drinking at the bars, and noise level was minimal. I even saw Kris at the bars now and then for happy hour with the younger faculty from other departments. We were always friendly. I of course teased her for being such a young professor (maybe 32?) and having only the college kids or the older faculty to associate with. We'd have our casual hellos when we ran into each other coming or going from our houses. I had been to her house a few times when she'd throw some of her daytime parties. I would even chat with her along with other students at the bars, but she would find a way to switch the talk back to biology and academia when too many of her students gathered around and that would usually get us to leave her and her friends alone. I know its college, but science and math and whatever talk they did was a buzz kill. So we were friendly enough that hopefully I did not completely freak her out by having a drunk on her front porch. "They make these houses look too much alike," I said trying to make an excuse for myself. "Sorry to wake you Kris," I said as I turned around to walk next door to try my keys on the correct door. I turned and my knees buckled, almost falling. Kris reached out and grabbed a hold of me just in case I did. "Your gonna fall twenty more times on your way over there, and will end up passing out in the bushes." Kris pulled me back up until my knees supported me again. "Crash on the couch, last thing I need is a student dying on my porch. How much did you drink, you don't need to throw up do you?" "I'm good," I said as I walked through her front door and wobbled over to her couch and lifted my legs up and slid my head down onto the armrest. "Thanks." "I'll grab you a pillow and blanket." I don't remember Kris returning. I woke up sometime the next morning with a much lighter headache than I had expected. There was a pillow underneath my head and a cover tucked around me. A very cool professor indeed. I wonder what an older faculty member would have done. Maybe those cops really would have been called with the first noise of me collapsing on their front steps. I got up and folded the blanket and laid it on a chair next to the sofa and placed the pillow on top. I wondered what time it was. I needed to use the bathroom and it couldn't hurt to grab an aspirin to put off any headache that might want to creep up on me later in the day. I walked across the living room. The door to the bedroom that had given off light bringing Kris' silhouette into view was closed. I walked towards the other door off of the living room to the bathroom. The door was ajar as I approached and the light was on. I was about to push it open, when through the gap I saw Kris drying herself off in the shower. A leg was lifted up onto the rim of the tub and her towel was running down to her toes as she dried her wet legs. The site shocked me and I moved away from the door towards the kitchen as my breathing became heavier. I was scared and turned on at the same time. As I scurried away from the door and into the kitchen I ran into a cabinet, causing the pots inside to rattle. "Kevin, is that you?" came from the bathroom. "Yea, hope you don't mind, I was looking for a skillet, was going to make breakfast. Didn't know you were up, can I make you some too?" "That would be great thanks!" I looked into the fridge for something to make. I brought out some eggs and bread. I heard Kris walk out of the bathroom towards her bedroom. I began adding the dipped bread to the skillet. Kris then walked into the kitchen. She still had wet hair and was wearing some form-fitting jeans and a black top with some flip flops. "Wow, I was expecting maybe eggs and breakfast. Who told you I love French toast?" "Oh I know every faculty's favorite breakfast foods. Did you know Dr. Willis likes a good bowl of Lucky Charms every morning, except on Tuesdays when for some reason he must have Raisin Bran." Kris let out a chuckle. "Thanks for letting me have a warm couch to sleep on, I figure making breakfast returns the favor. Sugar or syrup?" I asked as the last French toast was finished on the grill. "I was just looking out for a student, and syrup." I sat two plates of French toast on the table and brought over syrup I spotted in a corner on the countertop. Kris got out two glasses and poured us tall glasses of orange juice and brought it to the table with some silverware. "Tastes good. Thanks for breakfast." "Nothing better for a night of drinking than a good breakfast afterward," I added. We finished the French toast with some pleasant conversation, it was nice to see it wasn't all school talk from her. I drank the remainder of the orange juice in a couple of large gulps and lifted my shirt to wipe the remainder of the juice left on my lips and took a whiff of my shirt. "Wow, thanks for being polite, but I think I still smell like last night." "So that's what that smell was," Kris said with a smirk, "You can hop into the shower if you wanted." "Are you sure? I could head home." "Couch, breakfast, shower. Mi casa es su casa. While you shower I think maybe I need to wash that blanket I gave you and hose down the couch." Kris laughed again and gave me the same smirk with the corner of her lip raised flashing her bright smile. I got up and put our dishes into the dishwasher. "Thanks for the company for breakfast." "Thanks for making it, it was wonderful. There's a towel in the bathroom," she said pointing towards the door of the bathroom. "Oh and the fan is broken, I like to keep the door open a few inches so that it doesn't get too steamy." "Yea, I had noticed earlier when you were in there." Kris gave me a suspicious eye. "You were spying on me through the crack in the door?" "Not spying...just looking, uh I was looking for some aspirin to stave off any headache." Kris did not seem satisfied. "What else did you see?" I started to sweat now. "I didn't see anything. But I confess what I did see I liked. But once I thought I might see something, I crashed into the kitchen cabinets trying to give you your privacy." Kris gave me that smirk again as she chuckled to herself. "Towels are in the bathroom and if you want I can come in after I start the dishwasher and throw your shirt into the wash." I headed off to the bathroom, stripped and stepped into the spacious tub and turned on the showerhead. I looked around for some soap and only found some scented body wash. What the hell, at least I'll be clean and not smell like stale beer anymore. I had finished with my upper body when I heard the door squeak further open. I had left my shirt on the toilet for Kris to grab if she really had intended to be so kind as to wash it for me. A few seconds passed and I wondered if Kris was just going to wash everything for me. "You know Kevin, I'm glad you confessed to me that you had accidentally seen me semi-nude this morning. I guess we both have confessions to make." I was silent. Kris opened the shower curtain slightly and poked her head in. She looked into my eyes and said, "Last night I heard you fall on my steps and I ran to the window from my bedroom to investigate and I saw you outside. I was going to let you in then, but then I saw you unzip and pull out your package and I had to stop and watch, I loved what I saw." Kris then ran her eyes down my body and landed on my cock, which was fairly good sized when not aroused, hanging down between my legs as the water still poured over me. I was dumbfounded. I really did not know how to play this situation cool, it totally threw me off guard. Kris did not seem to mind. She pulled the curtain further open and revealed herself. She was completely naked. The silhouette that I had seen of her last night did not do her justice. Kris was stunning. She had very perky breasts, a belly that wasn't toned to perfection yet was flat and very sexy, and long legs that led to a completely shaved mound. It was my turn to stare. I offered out a hand. "Care to join me?" "Thought you'd never ask." She took my hand and stepped into the shower, standing between me and the showerhead. Kris did a little twirl so that her whole body would get wet. I was saddened at the moment though. Not getting a chance to go this morning and the large orange juice I just drank I needed to use the toilet. "I'm just gonna step out and take a pee, Ill be back." Kris reached up and stopped me from pulling open the shower curtains. "Don't leave yet, I just got wet. Plus the tub is easy to clean with all this water, you can use these pipes just as much as the toilet's to do what you need to do. Confused, I played along and gave Kris a look as if to ask her to move so I could pee over the drain. Kris seemed to understand the look. "Right there's fine, let's see you go no hands." It suddenly hit me that what she loved last night was not the size of my cock but maybe me pissing. I had never done anything like that but saw that Kris was very excited by the thought, judging by her more erect nipples. Despite my golden moments inexperience I never say 'no' to a woman's fantasy or trying something new out for her. It took me awhile to tell my body it was okay and a few trickles of piss came out. I moved my hand to hold my penis out from my body, but Kris just shook her head. I moved my hands back and my hesitation stopped and my body relaxed as my penis lowered its gates and my piss began to stream out. The water in the shower, led the path for the piss to follow down my legs. I saw the yellow tint began to grow in the water at my feet. It was quite a warm sensation. Kris then moved in closer, putting her feet into the warm puddle below. Kris then grabbed my penis and positioned it so that I was spraying my piss on her waist. She spread her legs wider and moved my stream so that the piss was landing on her clit and running down her slit and down her own legs now. "That feels so nice and warm." Kris grabbed my hand and placed it onto her mound so that both our hands and her pussy got soaked in my piss that was still streaming out. As I began to become empty, Kris moved our hands up to her breasts. Kris ran her piss covered hand over one of her tits and I caught on and rubbed the piss into her other tit. Kris looked up at me as I rubbed her nipple and gave me a flash of her teeth as she smirked again. I have to admit the warm sensation was great. Now that my cock was empty it began to grow as I realized that I was playing with her tits, teasing her nipples. "My turn," Kris said. She spread her legs back apart and spread her lips with one hand. It took very little time before her own jet stream was flowing from her. She caught the first few drops with her other hand and rubbed it into her tits then reached back down to wet her hand again. It was my turn to get wet and she aimed her jet until my legs were getting splashed with her piss this time. It felt very good as my cock began jerking as it enlarged and was now horizontal and was inching vertical in the northerly direction. Kris reached down and splashed her piss like one would do with water out of a water fountain, splashing her piss up onto my cock, wetting my pubes now with her golden stream. Kris moved in even closer now so that both our legs were getting hit by her piss as she ran her hands along my chest and stomach rubbing the piss in Kris stopped pissing and she was so close now that she felt how erect I had become by our play. She looked again at me with a smirk as my cock pressed into her waist. Kris bent down and began kissing over every area her hands had just been and slid her tongue down my belly to my dick. She licked my shaft to taste her piss and my own on my dick. When she had licked up the piss to her satisfaction, she put her mouth on the tip of my cock and gave my shaft a squeeze with her hand to let the last drops of my goldenness fall in her mouth. She then took my whole dick into her mouth and began sucking away with some fury. I looked down amazed at the situation before me and how we had gotten from innocent breakfast to here so fast. I ran my hands through her wet blonde, golden hair as she sucked on my throbbing cock. I was close to coming. I pulled her head back to indicate I was close. She positioned her mouth at the end of my cock again and began pumping the length of my penis as I shot a large first load down the back of her throat. Kris continued pumping and I continued jetting jizz out and Kris swallowed every bit. Kris raised herself back up after collecting all of my come and then turned off the shower. She got out and grabbed my hand. There would be no need for drying off. She led me to her bedroom and laid me on a fresh bed sheet that covered the bed. The bed crunched as I laid down. Plastic? Kris laid across me and she hovered her head a few inches over mine and gave me another smirk. I was getting to like this smirk of hers. "You tease me about being a young faculty. But its young enough to not be dull but old enough to teach you a few things," she said with a wink. I then reached up and pulled her face down to meet mine. We kissed for the first time, which had been my desire since her face popped through the shower curtain at me. It felt great to have her tongue run across mine. My tongue explored her entire mouth trying to find areas to distinguish her saliva, her piss, my piss, my come. We kissed for awhile, then Kris scooted up and straddled me, her pussy hovering over my awaiting tongue. My tongue slid along her slit. She was wet from the shower water, her piss and her own juices collecting. My hands reached up and grabbed her ass and pushed her pussy further onto my face allowing my tongue to insert into her hole and flick along her inner walls. As my tongue explored her depths, Kris reached up and began squeezing her nipples, bringing them to even greater hardness. My tongue pulled out and began to tease her clit. This made Kris reposition and lean back, supporting herself with both her hands at either side of my ass and grinding her pussy into my face. My nose was now teasing her clit as my tongue found parts deeper inside her than they found before. Then Kris began to spasm. Her orgasm rocked her body and rocked my head as she was still grinding away on me. My tongue felt the spasm and was now busily working to gather up all of her juices. She tasted so great. So many flavors for my tongue it was insane. After awhile, I felt I had collected all her juices and Kris slid off my face and down to my chest. Still holding her self up with her arms leaning back Kris gave me a smirk and I knew what was coming. Kris leaned forward and straddled my chest with her knees and lifted her butt off of me and began to piss on my chest. The piss ran in every direction, down my chest toward my stomach, off down towards my neck and down either side of me collecting on the bed sheet. Kris moved her butt further down my body trying to coat my whole torso with her piss. She reached my piss and her last drops landed on my cock. Kris moved down to lick the piss off my dick. I moved her legs back up so that she could lick my dick while I could taste her mixed juices again off her pussy. Licking each other dry, I got up and had Kris get on her hands and knees. I moved to the edge of the bed and gave Kris' ass cheeks and pussy lips kisses before lining up my hard dick to her pussy. I was kneeling on one knee as I used the other leg for leverage to thrust myself deep into her. I pulled back on her hair and Kris turned her head around to give me another smirk for encouragement. I moved a hand to the side of her to switch from playing with her left tit and teasing her clit. Kris was now on elbows and knees thrusting her butt higher into the air allowing me to dip into her deeper. What I couldn't tease with my free hand, Kris rubbed herself. I pulled back on her hair hard and Kris arched her back as my cock buried in deep and hard. A Drinker's Better Moments Ch. 02 Golden Pond The latest mileage marker indicated we were only fifteen minutes from the campground. I was in the drivers seat and could not wait to get there to stretch my legs. The campsite was three hours from campus. I had Dave in the passenger seat beside me and my roommate Josh and his buddy Craig in the backseat. We were officially on a guys' weekend trip, unofficially on a get away from girls weekend. Dave had gotten dumped by Cheryl, I was still trying with no avail to start a relationship with Rachel, Josh had broken it off with Jill and Craig, well Craig had heard we were going camping. I pulled up to one of my favorite camp sites, with great hiking trails and a large lake to go fishing in. I quickly put the truck into park and jumped out of the car to stretch my long legs. The others quickly followed and began unpacking the car. We hauled our gear and began pitching a tent about 300 yards from the lake. We had left early on Friday, but it was already getting dark, so we quickly made camp and began to build a fire. As night began to creep in, the fire provided light as we looked around at the other campers who had snuck away for their own weekend. To our left were two couples who seemed to be in their early 40s and were probably looking to enjoy a weekend away from the kids. They were passing around a bottle of wine. To our right were three girls who were finishing setting up their tents, having arrived somewhat after us. Finally straight ahead of us was a single woman who, in the firelight, only revealed her silhouette. Craig had noticed that the girls would need help finishing setting up camp and got up to go offer a hand. Josh was quick to follow. Dave watched them walk off towards the girls as my eyes outlined the silhouette, trying to gauge the size of her breasts and tightness of her ass based on her shadow. My eyes then went to the three girls who were thanking Josh and Craig for driving in some stakes. "Did you want to talk about it?" "Im good." I had known Dave long enough to not press any further. As a friend I felt I had to ask, but knew Dave would work things out in his own way on his own time and may or may not talk to me about it later. "Looks like we'll need more," Dave said as he got up and pulled out more cans of beer from our cooler. He was right. Craig and Josh were herding the girls down the path towards our campfire. Dave and I held out beer to the girls as they entered our circle. We all introduced ourselves and circled around the fire. Dave sat to my right and Crystal sat to my left. Craig sat next to her and Jennifer was to his left. Josh followed then came Laura before Dave finished the circle. The girls came from a different state university about an hour away from camp, four hours from our campus. We drank beers over the next three hours getting to know each other. We jumped topics from school to movies to horror stories to sex fantasies to baby names to assassination attempts to favorite sexual positions to music to Shakespeare plays to Shakespeare characters we'd like to fuck to tattoo locations to run-ins with the law to baby names. The transitions made a lot more sense at the time. We collectively stood as the girls got up to head back to their tents to pass out. We put out our campfire and did the same. I was the last to wake the next morning. We had made plans with the girls yesterday to go for a hike and hang out at the lake, fishing and canoeing. I stepped out of my tent and saw the girls in the distance preparing themselves for the day. I was the appointed leader as this was my favorite campground. I chose a nice easy trail that gave us good views and good hiking in a two mile path down to the lake. We continued our talk from the previous night as we walked down. Thankfully, baby names was off the repertoire and was replaced by worst professor ever nominations. Laura had nominated Dr. Dick Fuckhead. Laura pointed out it was a play on his name. His real first name was Rick but oddly his actual surname was Fuckhead. He was her current philosophy prof. He was the only philosophy teacher in history that was handing out "C"s. "How can I get a 'C'?" Laura protested. "This isn't a history of philosophy, this is literally a class where I go in twice a week and say what I'm thinking. How can that ever be wrong?" "Maybe he doesn't want to know what you're thinking, maybe he wants to know what you're not thinking," Josh answered. "Shit, that's deep, I would give that an 'A+'," Craig retorted. "With bonus points and a smiley face," Jennifer added. "Fucking hate you guys." Laura let out. "No, no, that's what you feel. Tell us what you don't feel," Dave quipped. "I love you, and I want to hug you," Laura let out as she charged Dave and put her 'hug' right around Dave's neck. "'A' for the retort, 'C' for the hug, you really need help on your technique," Dave choked as he wrestled back with her. We reached the end of the lake. We broke off in groups. Dave was going to teach Laura to fish, hoping her technique at that would be better than her hugs. The rest of us went in two canoes out to the center of the lake. Craig and Crystal were in one canoe and Josh, Jennifer and myself were in the other one. "Speaking of profs, I always hated Dr. Morgan," Josh said. "Really? Her intro class was so easy," I replied. "But in the higher level courses, she's such a bitch." Josh was a bio major. "But a hot bitch, she must be nice to live next to," Craig shot from the other canoe. I knew it was definitely fortunate, but did not mention it. "You live next to a prof?" Crystal offered. "Do you spy on her?" "That's how Kev went to jail the first time," Craig answered. "So that was before the killing spree?" Crystal asked recalling the conversation from last night. "No I was the one who killed all the women who reminded me of Peppermint Patty," Josh corrected. "Dave was in jail for leaving the petting zoo naked and not calling the next day as he promised." "Oh, right," Jennifer nodded in agreement. "You know, she's here." "Peppermint Patty?" Josh said as he jumped up in the canoe looking like he was ready to pounce. Jennifer giggled. "Naw, Dr. Morgan. Saw her this morning, she was up and out early. She is in that tent near those two couples." "Shit, I better watch my words. I didn't say 'bitch' I said 'bitchin'," Josh said pretending to be nervous. The next few exchanges were lost to me. My head began to swell as it did transitions between memory flashes; two images being flashed before me, one of a silhouette at the door with a lone lamp providing lighting on a drunken night and one of a silhouette of a perky woman stretching in front of her tent, illuminated by the light from a fire. I returned to reality and saw that Crystal and Craig had drifted off and Josh and Jennifer were talking. Jennifer was sitting in between us, Josh and I at the ends of the canoe and I saw Josh give me the nod. I realized I was the odd man out and excused myself. "Im gonna go for a swim and check out some of the other trails. See you back on the mainland." I took off my shirt and put it in my back pocket of my shorts as I dove into the cool water. I swam to the bank and pulled myself up. I decided it would be a good time to do some exploring. I looked to the east and saw Dave and Laura cozying up, long ago forgetting about the fishing wire that remained in the water waiting for a fish to take bite. I began to walk west, knowing there had still been some off trails I had yet to explore. I walked for a good twenty minutes on a beaten path and saw a hill that would be a good climb off the wood-chipped trail. I climbed the hill for ten minutes and when I reached the peak, I saw that there was a second much smaller isolated pond with nothing but green grass surrounding it for twenty yards before the tall trees took root. I began my descent on the other side of the hill and began to approach the pond when I saw movement. I leaned against a tree as I tried to determine what it was I was seeing. There was a woman swimming in the pond and there was no doubt she was naked as she pulled herself out of the water to rest on a rock and dangle her feet in the water. I moved forward from tree to tree until I was closer and had a better view. I could now see the erect nipples of her breasts. Her feet were still splashing in the water. Was it the cool water having the effect on her nipples or the erotic nature of her nakedness? Her breasts stood at attention and her flat stomach led to her dark V-shaped crotch. I could see nothing but her darkness, her legs were too close together. Just as I thought that, they parted. I now saw a view of pussy. I had been able to sneak close enough to see the tightening of her muscles then the relaxation as she began to urinate into the pond. She lifted her legs then and began to splash her toes in her golden stream. I felt my cock harden in my shorts. She began to rub her pussy now as her piss stream diminished. She rubbed her pussy with both hands until each was wet then she began to rub her hands up her tight abs into her chest and across her arms. Her movements were as if she was rubbing sun tan lotion into her skin. Instead she was basting herself with her urine. She then got on her feet on the rock and dove into the pond. She swam to the near side where I was watching and walked over to her laid out blanket naked and began to read a novel. Reading did not stop her from continuing to run her damp hands over her body. I watched her touch herself and felt the urge to touch myself too. I watched her explore her body for what seemed like hours as my hard penis strained against my shorts. I must have stared for awhile because she had the need to pee again. When I saw her lift her knees so her feet were flat on the ground, I knew what she was preparing to do. I unzipped my pants and caught the drip of precum that fell from my cock. She arched her back and lifted her butt off the ground and began to piss. She rubbed her pussy causing her stream to splash all over her. She must have known this was an isolated spot because she did not muffle her passion. She began moaning as she rubbed her pussy as she pissed. I began stroking my dick hard, matching the movement speeds of her own hand. When I heard her scream in orgasm, I let go of my own load all over the tree, leaning on the tree for support. I continued to stroke my cock, squeezing out the last drops of cum while she continued to rub her pussy with one hand and her urine-coated tits with the other. When my dick had softened, I pulled up my shorts to hurry back to camp as it would be dark any time now and she would be looking to head back. I hurried over the hill and found my way back to camp. The others had been back to camp. They looked cozy next to the fresh fire. Craig and Crystal were kissing while Dave and Laura and Josh and Jennifer were talking over wine and beer. "We eating fish tonight?" I asked as I made my way into camp. "Sure are, but its out of a can," Dave answered. "No luck with the fishing." We ate our dinner and about a half hour after that we saw Dr. Morgan coming in off a trail. When she passed our camp site, Dave and I said hi. "Hi, Kristin," we said in unison. "Hi boys." "Hi Dr. Morgan," said Josh feeling compelled to say hi. "Would you like to join us," Craig asked, freeing his lips from Crystal for a moment? "I don't think so. Thanks though. I smell too much from my all day hike. I'm exhausted and looking for a good night's sleep." "Good night then," we all said. "She doesn't seem that bad," Jennifer said to Josh as she left. "Well we aren't in class. She is much more scary when surrounded by blackboards." "Im going to get some early 'Z's' as well," I said and disappeared into my tent. I couldn't fall asleep for awhile. I had a raging hard-on thinking of that days events. I wanted to go over to that tent and continue events that occurred more than a semester ago now. I awoke first the next day. It didn't look like the girls went back to their tents that night so I wanted to be gone when everyone began emerging. I decided to head back to the nice secluded spot I found yesterday, hoping to discover the same scene as before. It must have been early because Kris was not there. Maybe she would hike elsewhere today? I felt my cock harden thinking of her again and decided I needed a dip in the cold waters. I took off my clothes at the edge of the water and walked in. I swam around hoping my cock would shrink but it remained hard. I swam to the far side of the pond to the rocks where I saw Kris sitting yesterday. They were dry but I pretended I could tell where her piss landed and that I could distinguish what was piss and what were pussy juices. I pulled myself out of the water and positioned myself in the way I remember she was sitting. I was way too hard to take a piss so began to stroke my hard cock. I closed my eyes and began imaging a drunken night of ages ago. Beer at Blue's Tavern. Drunken walk home. Mistaken house identity. Wrapped in a blanket for the night. Towel wrapped around a leg and breasts swaying with the movements of the towel. French toast. Shower and golden showers. I was close to coming and was so deep in thought I had not heard someone else swimming in the water. I opened my eyes before I came and saw Kris and froze. Neither of us said anything for awhile. My fist stopped pumping my cock. It stayed frozen, hard and straight in the air. "God how I love that cock. I remember the first time I saw it. It has always been so large and inviting. God when are you going to finish?" I stared back at her. She had gorgeous green eyes. Her long brown hair was soaked and stuck to her neck. I saw the tops of her breasts as she waded in the water. I returned my right hand to its tight grip around my cock. "How's your aim?" Kris asked as she got closer and grabbed hold of the rocks below me to lift herself slightly more out of the water and arched herself backwards and opened her mouth slightly. I slid my butt closer to the edge of my rock and began pistoning my cock harder and harder. I felt the movement in my cock, I held it back to let it build then I shot load after load of my jizz out into the water, some landing on Kris' tits and lips. "Yummy," she said as she fell backward into the water. I massaged the final spurts of jizz into my softening member. She swam towards the shore where are clothes lay. I dove into the water and swam after her. She picked up our clothes and walked them up to the line of the trees where she laid out a large blanket and laid down. When I reached her side she already had her legs spread wide and was rubbing her pussy. I could see moisture on her pubic hair and the lips of her cunt. I circled her untilI stood over her. Each of my feet were on either side of her waist. My flaccid cock, hanging over her juicy cunt. I looked down into those green eyes and gave a smirk. She smirked back at me. I began to empty my bladder. Piss shot down onto her pussy and she began to rub it in with her busy hands. As I looked down at her, I became aroused and that just stiffened my dick and moved my piss up until it was splashing her tits. I grabbed my cock now to guide the stream from her tits to her clit. The piss soaked the blanket beneath her. Once I had finished I got on my knees so that my dick hung over her mouth. She grabbed my balls and pulled me down onto her mouth, taking my sticky cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my shaft and she sucked a few more drops of piss from my cock. She worked my dick until it was fully erect again. She then moved her mouth to take in my smooth balls. She gripped my cock and made long strokes with her hand as her lips and tongue fondled each nut through my scrotum. I removed my balls from her mouth and moved my knees further down so that my cock lined with her perky tits. I gripped each breast and pressed them around my stiff cock. My fingers and palms were on the sides of her firm breasts while my thumbs were playing with each erect nipple. I slid my cock through her piss-soaked tits and began to thrust harder and faster. It was very slick and I pushed her tits further together to provide pressure on my cock. Kris grabbed firmly to my buttocks and began to push me harder and faster. Her tits felt good and I came a second time that day on her breasts. Kris did not dare let the water wash this batch away and scooped up a fingerful and slid her finger into her mouth and across her tongue. She moaned in pleasure at its taste then looked at me and gave me another smirk. She slid from under me and stood as I sat on the soaked blanket. She hovered over my mouth and I grabbed her ass and begand to lick her clit. I nibbled at her hard knob and explored her folds with my tongue. She moaned then began to let a stream out. Her piss touched my tongue and I stopped licking her pussy to have her piss splash on my chest and run down my body to my dick. The warm sensation caused my dick to rise again. I returned my mouth to her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth and began to nibble on her button causing her to moan in pleasure. She began to rock hard and she came. These juices I fully let drip into my mouth. I explored the walls of her tunnel to lick up the excess. Although the skies had not darkened above us, it began to rain slightly on our heads. We were already covered in sweat, piss and cum, we were not worried about a little rain. I returned Kris to her back and positioned my cock along her slit. I entered her hot pussy. She was so warm and tight. This was not a time for passion. This was a time for instinctive, animalistic sex. The rain fell on us at a faster rate now. Kris' hair was getting wet, and my back was getting slick as I covered her body as I began rocking over her, thrusting my dick deep into her pussy. Her legs wrapped around my hips as she pulled me into her. I gripped the sides of her to thrust deeper and harder and faster. The rain poured over my head and it fell onto her breasts. Kris' eyes were closed. I withdrew from her pussy and I stood us both up. I lifted her up and carried her so we were more covered by the canopy of the trees. I then held her ass in my hands and lifted her up onto my cock. She wrapped her arms around my neck for support and her tits bounced in front of my face. I took her bouncing nipples into my mouth as I continued to slam my dick into her burning pussy. Her pussy began to clench and this forced me to cum deep inside her. Her own wave hit her and her juices flowed over my cock and down my legs. I continued with slow thrusts until my cock slipped out of her tight soaking pussy. Kris was weak so when I put her on her feet, she slid to her knees on the wet earth. She looked up at me at took my wilted cock into her mouth. She savored the taste of my jizz and her pussy juices. The pleasure was too much and I began to piss. She let my dick fall from her mouth and she slid back down my legs moving her head underneath my cock so that her hair was being drenched with the rain and my piss. She threw her head back so that all her hair could be coated. When I finished, she returned to sucking my cock. She finally regained strength and she began to rise. I helped her to her feet and our tongues embraced in a long passionate kiss. Our naked bodies stood there under the tree getting soaked in the rain and we continued to kiss for the next fifteen minutes. Finally we realized the weather was not going to let up, so we put on our soaked clothes and began the hike back to the camp sites. When we arrived to the campsite, everyone was packing up. The two couples had already left and the guys were helping the girls fit everything into their car. We helped Kris do the same and we all headed back. The girls took a left at the main highway and we took a right. We followed Kris' for the first hour until the guys wanted me to stop for dinner. I just hoped no one would notice my hard-on once I got out of the car. I waited inside the car for an extra minute just in case. A Drinker's Better Moments Ch. 03 Golden Graduation Goodbyes Four years felt like forty, but I had finally earned the credits to receive my Bachelors. It was a warm Saturday morning; I woke up early knowing it was going to be a long day. I should have been excited and moving quickly -- my roommates were -- anticipating leaving college campus and heading off into the real world with a job and a future. But I had a heavy heart this morning. Leaving is always bittersweet. College is sometimes referred to as the best time of your life and I knew I was leaving that behind. I had enjoyed my classes, enjoyed the close friendships I had made. I looked out my second-floor bedroom window, surveying the backyard, taking in the memories of barbeques and horseplay and drunken debauchery, taking mental snapshots as if to fill up a photo album to refer back to these 'best years' in case life ever got a little rough and needed a bit of nostalgia. I moved to the next window, continuing my panoramic scan from left to right, mentally recording memories of each item I saw. Then my gaze reached the neighbors backyard, back porch then facade. I would miss Kris most of all. All good things must come to an end I suppose; you move on from relationships and find new ones that are equally or more fulfilling. I am normally optimistic, but it was hard to see a replacement for Kris. Kris and I got one another. Thinking back on it, there was always mutual respect and even admiration between us from the beginning, which made our first sexual encounter rather natural. Some encounters may be a one time thing, but ever since we met again at the campgrounds, I have had a spare key to her house. Most nights, I would discreetly enter her house through the backdoor and explore Kris' body. We understood each other. And each others sexual desires. I don't think I will ever find that again. I continued to move slowly, taking a long half-hour shower...my previous mental pictures of Kris filling my head. Green eyes. Brown hair. Beautiful smile. Wet lips. Smooth skin. Long legs. Birthmark on her left hip. Newly-grown finely-trimmed pubic hair. Moist lips. Spread wide with small hands. A penetrating smirk. Release. A warm stream. Splashing. Wandering hands. Massaging. Skin absorbing. Body writhing. Breasts fondled. Nipples erect. Muscles tensing. Heavy breathing. Spasm. Climax. Slower rubbing. Complete satisfaction. Warm glow. Beautiful smile. I soaped and rubbed my penis and balls during this mental playback, but not close to the point of complete satisfaction. I was saving myself, if you will, for tonight. Kris and I did not verbalize it, but we both knew -- tonight was our last night together, and we were going to enjoy it. It took another hour, but I finally got out of the shower, into my black graduation gown, got out of the house and hustled over to the main quad. I saw the huge crowd and began to look for my marching location in alphabetical order. Once I knew my spot, I went to say goodbye to friends. When you close a chapter of your life, there are always some people you are glad you will never see again. Others you will miss. Some I would stay in touch with, others I would have tearful goodbyes with. Others I would say, "No this isn't goodbye, we'll stay in touch, and I'll definitely see you this summer." Many of those, it would not be true (some a known lie at the time it was said, others a surprise and am sad to this day that there was never a proper goodbye). I wandered through the sea of black, some with different chords and regalia for clubs, organizations and Greek life. About 50 yards separated our student group from the faculty group. They had much more color to their gowns. I scanned the crowd -- the caps making it difficult to recognize faces of some individuals. I saw a couple of my drama Profs and waved, then my gaze fell on Kris. We locked eyes for a moment and we smiled at each other, then my scan continued on. I was hanging out with Dave when we got the order from the organizers to take our final spots - we were going to proceed with the processional shortly. The students and faculty alike maneuvered like livestock, random movements until order was found. The crowd bubbled and students and faculty intertwined. I was almost to my final spot when I felt someone approaching from my right. I didn't have time to turn my head when I heard the whisper in my ear, "I'm naked under this gown." My head followed the voice and saw the back of Kris walking away. I couldn't see it, but I imagined her smirking as she walked away. I probably thought she was lying, but the seed of doubt, the slight chance of fact, made my hormones run wild. The graduation gowns flatter no one, but I had her body memorized, and throughout the ceremony I looked at her on the stage, from the audience, picturing her with my X-ray vision. Smooth flat stomach. Perky breasts. The velvet from the gown teasing her nipples causing them to extend and harden. My vision was so powerful through that gown; I was telepathically pleading her to uncross her legs so that I could get a glimpse of that wonderful pussy. She had achieved her goal. I had lost it. I was sitting with an erection, eyeing her, occasionally making eye contact for more smirks. The University President said something. Then a celebrity was awarded a fake degree and told us about our futures and dreams and youth or something. Didn't matter. The first few rows stood up and began walking across stage, receiving their diplomas from the Deans. I think one person caused a spectacle, jumping off stage to a roar of cheers, but nothing took my eyes of that peach-colored flesh. I imagined that Kris had the same x-ray vision and could see my arousal under my gown as I walked across stage. I had the mental capacity to shake hands, grab the diploma and smile for the camera and return to my seat. The ceremony ended, and there was lunch in the quad for family and friends. I took more (real) pictures with friends and enjoyed the moment with family. The crowd began to dwindle, so I approached one of the food tables for one last visit. I saw my mark at the end of table grabbing a finger sandwich and sidled up. I whispered, "My bladder is so full, if only there was some way to get relief," then walked off. This time Kris got to see me walk away. Crowds moved off to local restaurants, more goodbyes were said and more pictures taken. The sun had just set when I said my last goodbyes to family and friends and headed back down the main campus road towards home. I went into my apartment, quickly changed, looked around my empty room, grabbed my last bag, headed out to my car and dropped it in the back seat. I took out my keys, walked around back and entered Kris' place. I removed my flip-flops at the door and entered the kitchen. I heard music from the living room. As I approached, I saw a leg dangled over the sofa. I walked around and Kris had her eyes closed, body lying across the sofa. There was an empty bottle of wine and a second freshly-opened one, with a glass half-full. A second glass remained empty, presumably waiting for me. There was a smile on her face. She had on a yellow sundress, with the hem just at the thighs, slightly revealing more on the leg that was hanging over the sofa edge. I took another mental picture of the sleeping beauty then bent over and put my lips on hers and gave her a long kiss. I parted her lips with my tongue and slowly let it explore then brought it back out and gave her another soft kiss and leaned back. Her eyes were now open. "Congratulations, Kev. My graduate." "Thank you" I replied. "Any graduation gift?" She reached under the coffee table and held up car keys. "A new car! Gee, you're the best ever!" I exclaimed mockingly at the fake gift, tossing her keys onto the table. "I know. I also know that you've already had the keys to what you've always wanted for quite some time now." She lifted her head a bit to give me a kiss this time. Longer and more sensual. Tongues exploring, and lips locked in a hug as if many parts of us would not want to say goodbye tonight. We broke the kiss and she looked into my eyes. Deep into my soul. Her hands explored my back; my hands slide down her sides, down along her legs. I removed my gaze from her eyes and looked at her laid out in front of me, admiring her beauty in the sundress. She was right. I broke the silence. "I'm guessing this is what you had under your gown. Naked, my ass." "I think asses are naked by definition," she replied. My hands continued down to her feet and back up her legs, inside thighs, my thumb catching the hem of the dress and lifting it up to see the white cotton panties she was wearing underneath. I stared at the mesmerizing v-pattern from her waist to where her legs met. I again used my powerful x-ray vision to see the patch of pubic hair covering her wet pussy. My hand ran over her undies and cupped her mound, using my middle finger to slide through her crease; the moistness hit the underwear causing it to hold its position creating a nice little camel toe. I kissed her again. I used my other hand to coddle her head, running my thumb across her smooth cheek. "You don't need to be naked to be beautiful," I whispered in her ear. "If we pretend this sundress is my gown, I'm naked underneath, so technically I'm not lying," she replied. I gave her a look of disbelief and lightly slapped her mound with my left hand again to remind her she was wearing underwear. "Well, I'm braless," she back-tracked. I let out a laugh. I moved my right hand from her face to her left breast and took it in my hands with a squeeze. "Well I didn't lie to you earlier." She protested, "Well your statement was an easy one. I could say that too. But guess what?" "What?" "I know the answer..." she answered. I gave a look of confusion. A moment passed, then I felt the wetness on my left hand. I removed it and stared at her panties. Her white panties darkened, starting at her slit and spreading across her whole front. I put my hand back on her crotch and began to rub it harder than I had before. I heard the underwear squish. Kris licked her lips and bit her tongue. I lifted her butt and slid her sundress half way up her back and lifted the front of her dress up over her breasts. I slid both hands over her pussy, one hand going underneath the underwear to enjoy the full wetness, then I slid my hands up her waist across her belly and over her tits. Once I reached her breasts and kneaded them forward, I would go back to re-wet my hands in her panties and repeat the process. Each successive trip to her breasts would cause her nipples to grow and stick out like pencil erasers and the areolas became more and more swollen. I felt my own penis grow. I sat Kris up on the couch and pulled the dress completely over her head and buried my head in her lap. My mouth started lapping over her mound, sucking through the panties, absorbing her juices - a mix of her arousal and piss. My hands continued to spread the moisture as my tongue ran along the ridges of her opening. My mouth left her pussy to return to her mouth for another kiss. She attacked my tongue, getting a taste for herself. Kris sucked on my tongue while she worked my shirt up. We broke the kiss so she could remove it completely. We both stood up, her on the couch and me on the ground. I stood with my bare chest before her. She reached for my pants, undid the button and pulled down the zipper and began to wiggle the jeans off of my hips. They fell to the ground. I was not wearing underwear. My penis was now free from its constraints, so slowly began to dance erect, moving from its position against my thigh up into the air, leaving a trail connecting the tip of my cock to my thigh, a long thread of pre-cum. Kris took my dick in her hand and spread the cum over my shaft and brought it to her face to suck off her fingers. I stepped out of my jeans, completely naked and stared at this woman in her wet panties before me. She was a golden goddess: great legs, a wet pussy, a glimmering waist and breasts, erect nipples and a flushed face wet with my cum and her urine and a mouth begging for more. I grabbed the bottle of wine and the empty glass. I picked her up and took her to the bedroom and laid her across the bed, putting the wine and glass on the nightstand. I planted more kisses on her face and made a trail to her breasts. My tongue did laps around her nipples and I sucked in all the way up to her puffed-up areolas. I suckled so hard I almost expected milk to come out. I gave each nipple a nibble and then straddled her hips, my erect penis hovering over her waist. We locked eyes and shared a smirk. I let my bladder release and let go a yellow stream. I was not lying earlier in the day. The first drops landed on her chin. She opened her mouth, letting my golden shower enter her throat. I continued gushing, soaking her hair and the bedspread underneath her. I pointed my penis and continued to rain down on her breasts, across her belly, filling her belly button. Then I pointed my cock straight down, power washing at her panties, hitting her clit, swirling my stream around trying to arouse her clit as much as possible. A moan escaped from Kris' mouth. I continued to pee on her crotch while Kris let a hand travel under her panties and began rubbing furiously at her clit. Her other hand began to tug at my cock as the last drops ran dry. Kris brought herself to an orgasm as she gave me a hand job. Once her orgasm hit, she yanked at my cock, trying to slide me up her body where she took my dick in her mouth. She lapped at my soaked dick and I enjoyed rocking over her, spreading the wetness all over her body. My dick was masterfully worked by her tongue. I was now extremely hard and I needed her tight pussy on it, as I was ready to cum. I turned over and Kris began to straddle me on top. I settled into the wet sheets and Kris spread her white panties to one side allowing my penis to hit the entrance of her vagina. She spread her lips and guided my cock in and she sank down on my pole. She began to ride my cock, slow at first then increasing the speed. She was so damn hot, tits bouncing, hips writhing. She reached over and grabbed the wine bottle, took a couple of swigs and then began to suck the phallus erotically. She took another swig of wine, stopped humping, leaned over and locked lips and expelled the wine into my mouth. I drank every drop and we kissed. Kris locked her hips and began to squeeze her pussy muscles, the walls of her vagina began to milk my cock as we kissed. I was ready to cum, and broke the kiss to let my own moans escape me as I squirted bursts after bursts of hot cum into her hot wet pussy. Kris continued to squeeze my cock and began riding up and down the shaft again bringing her to another orgasm. I reached up and pulled at her nipples as she climaxed. It caused a toll and she collapsed next to me. This allowed me to take charge again. I pulled off her panties and put them to her mouth. I kept her knees on the bed and lifted her butt in the air leaving her head to rest on the pillow, sucking at her own undies. I approached from the rear, spread her butt cheeks and let my tongue lap at her pussy. I could taste my own jizz and swirled it around all the other flavors at her crotch. Every part of our bodies was now soaking, and the smell of sex filled the room. I took my semi-hard dick and slapped it against her asshole a few times then slid it across underneath to her slit. I let it enter her pussy. I grabbed her hips with my hands and began thrusting powerfully, pulling her ass back onto me with each push. I pounded at her pussy, flesh hitting flesh, my balls slapping her clit. Kris reached a hand back to rub my balls as she continued to suckle at her panties. I slid a hand around and cupped a breast and pulled at the nipple. Kris screamed and worked her way through another orgasm. I wanted to jizz, but also had to pee. I wasn't sure which was going to win out. Then I felt it and let it go. The wine had won, and I began to go, with my penis buried inside Kris. I filled her pussy and could feel the liquid passing by, coating my cock, leaking out, soaking my pubes and balls, sliding down her and my legs and covering the bed. I continued to go until I emptied my bladder. I slowly pulled my penis out and grabbed the empty glass and put it underneath her pussy, collecting my piss as it flowed out of her. A quarter of the glass was filled; I was collecting drop after drop when suddenly, it started to fill up rapidly. Kris was peeing again and she was aiming it at the glass. I let it fill up. I gave her ass a smack to indicate we were done as if that would stop the stream. It kept coming and I let the piss run down our bodies as I rubbed her pussy, spraying the shower in all directions. Kris sat back up and we embraced, kissed, shared a toast from a common glass and kissed again. Kris and I enjoyed a wonderfully wet couple of hours together. It was a nice goodbye; we savored the moment, as we anticipated never seeing each other again. College is the best time of your life for some. But it turns out the best times of my life were still ahead of me, and, to my surprise, Kris played a part in those moments too. A Drinker's Better Moments "Faster!" I started slamming my cock into her, my balls slapping against her legs. Kris was furiously rubbing her clit and we both came again. I continued rocking inside of her until I was sure I had been milked dry. I flipped Kris over and began to eat out her pussy loving all the tastes of the day. Then I looked up at Kris and gave her a smirk, which made her laugh and lick her lips and return a smirk of her own. I let loose a stream of piss onto her cunt then raised the stream across her tits and with the last bit landed the stream in her mouth and on her hair. As I stopped pissing, I slide my wet body along her now soaked body, my lips trailing kisses over her tits until my tongue found hers as we passionately kissed. Being on top of her it felt so warm, so hot and she tasted so damn good. I ran my hand all over her piss covered body as she did with me. Our tongues did not want to leave each other. We would visit the shower and bed and the couch and a few other places that night and I got to learn a bit more of Kris' kinky side, but her smirks never scared me, just turned me on. The next day I had a couple of voicemails from Dave. He must have thought I had died, not showing up to Blue's as I had promised. I hadn't died but I was in heaven. Who would have thought heaven would be so golden?