The sun hit my face. It was a most unwelcome feeling.

My mouth was dry and tasted terrible. My head was throbbing. My stomach grumbled unhappy that I was still alive and intent on punishing me for it.

I was naked from the waist down. Katelyn was also bottomless and using me as a full body pillow. Her arm was across my chest and her bare leg was draped over my midsection. Her well-defined calf muscle soft against my hungover morning wood.

My bladder ached angrily wishing to expel the leftover alcohol from last night. I considered just pushing it out right there. I could go back to sleep sitting in the warm wetness. I wasn’t entirely certain how Kate would take that but given the events of last night and the preceding weeks it was a pretty good bet she would be just fine with it.

Visions of the previous night flashed in my throbbing head – the toast with my friends, the girl peeing in the sink, the lapdance and my interrupted race to the toilet, blurry cigars on the roof and even blurrier sex.

I rubbed my eyes and pried myself from under Katelyn sitting up. She stirred a bit, but wasn’t fully conscious. Without my body to wrap herself around, she groggily snatched a pillow and replaced me.

The room was spinning as I sat up in the bed. My head was throbbing with each pump of blood. I willed myself to stand up. I crossed the room carefully. Each step was killing my head. I stepped gingerly over discarded bedsheets and found my basketball shorts. I didn’t bother with underwear. I just needed this foul taste out of my mouth.

I stepped out into the hallway and turned right into the bathroom. I reached for my toothbrush. It wasn’t there. Blurry memories came back to me again of the hot redhead straddling my sink. I looked down to see my toothbrush sitting on the floor behind my toilet. I settled on swishing with mouthwash.

I stepped over to the toilet and placed my right hand on the wall. My other hand pointed my morning wood downward. After a small push, my pee started flowing. Thankfully it came out in a single unbroken stream. I softened as I drained, and when I was finished I was able to easily place myself back into my shorts.

I flushed and turned to walk out of the bathroom. “Not gonna wash your hands?” The memory of the redhead asked me. This time I did. I splashed some water on my face for good measure. I needed a shower. My hair looked like shit.

I stepped into the front room to see a disaster zone. There were bottles and red solo cups stacked on every empty surface. There was a new stain on one couch and most surprisingly Emily and Kumail curled up together on the other couch. Michelle was nowhere to be seen.

Both of them were still wearing their togas. Emily was lying on her side, the small spoon to Kumail’s big spoon. She was deep asleep with drool dripping out of the corner of her mouth. Her toga had bunched up around her waist. There was no trace of underwear hugging her hips. Had I been any less hungover, curiosity probably would have gotten the better of me and I would have begun cleaning up for an excuse to get a better view.

I yawned and considered how interesting the gossip would be over the coming days. I turned and reentered my room.

Katelyn was going through the same process as I had moments before. She was sitting on the edge of my bed rubbing her eyes wearing my black oversized hoodie.

“I guess we all got after it a little bit last night.” I remarked quietly. Kate nodded, yawning.

“Yeah, I had lots of fun… maybe too much”

“Maybe not as much as Emily.” I said, gesturing over my shoulder with my thumb.

“Oh is Emily still here? That’s surprising. I figured she would have walked back with Ash.” She fumbled with her phone to check and ensure Ashley had made it home last night. “I thought they left together.”

“Guess not. It seems she made a friend and decided to stay.”

Katelyn’s eyes got wide and she sprung up fully awake. Her balance didn’t follow with her. She stumbled past me clumsily on her way to the front room. Each time she braced against a wall, it pulled my hoodie up slightly, revealing her butt cheeks.

She stopped at the threshold to the front room and both of her hands went to her mouth. She stared for a moment and then quietly approached Emily. I followed behind silently, not wanting to be the one to wake the sleeping couple. She bent over at Emily’s legs sighed and pulled at her toga giving her a modicum of decency.

She walked back towards me and mouthed “that was close” as she brushed by me into the bathroom. I turned into my room and sat on the corner of my bed.

Moments later Kate walked in looking a bit more fresh. She approached me and stepped over my legs, straddling my lap. My throbbing head buried into her hoodie-covered breasts. She put her arms over my shoulders in an embrace. Her pussy was warm and damp through my shorts. It was so cozy but we didn’t stay locked that way for long; my curiosity got the better of me. I broke our embrace and leaned back on my hands. Her hands on my shoulders lifted the hoodie enough that I could see the blue gem in her piercing resting on my grey shorts.

“What do you mean? What was close?”

Katelyn scoffed. “Right. Like you don’t remember.” She remarked while rolling her eyes. She gave me a playful shove with both hands. It was light but it was enough to convince me to drop to my elbows. My half laying state pushed my hips up into her slightly, increasing the pressure between our sensitive parts. The feeling of her straddling me made me swell.

I truly couldn’t remember though. “I don’t. Can you fill me in?”

She gave me a suspicious smile. “I know your games. You’re just trying to get me to tell you a dirty story while grinding on you.” She gyrated her hips demonstrating what she meant. I bucked my hips into her. I was nursing a huge hangover but morning sex could certainly do a lot to kickstart my day.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll grind on me anyway if I just ask, but I feel like I’m missing out on something big here.”

“You really don’t know.” Surprise crept into her voice. “What do you remember from truth or dare?”

The color rose in my cheeks and my cock further stiffened at the memory. I began to say “Ashley..” when she abruptly stopped me.

“No. After that. This was after we had our fun.” She leaned over placing her right hand on my chest and lifted her hips. With her left she reached under my waistband and adjusted my shaft so that it was facing up. Her hand lingered on the head of my penis. She lowered her hips slightly and brought my dick into contact with her sex through my shorts. Her hand was cool in contrast to the heat radiating from her pussy.

“Honestly the night is a little bit of a blur after that.”

She locked eyes with me and applied upward pressure on the head of my dick with her fingertips, pushing me into her slightly. I would have penetrated if I weren’t blocked by the fabric of my shorts.

“Hey, don’t change the subject.” I protested. I couldn’t tell if she was unbearably horny or just trying to distract me. With Katelyn, there was also never any way to rule out the possibility it was both.

“After we finished in here, we re-tied our togas and walked back out to the group.”

My eyes fell over to my waste basket. Her old balled up purple diaper was sitting on a stack of papers. “I do remember you put on another pull-up.”

“I was pretty glad to see you still had those.” She stopped applying pressure on my dick with her hand and sat up straight.

“You wore a diaper here last night.” I observed.

“Yes I did. I figured it would be handy for the party.” She paused in wondered.

“Do I remember you saying your friends knew you were wearing one?”

She blushed. Her eyes darted away from mine. “Not exactly. Well that’s not exactly the whole story anyway.”

She visibly gathered her composure and then continued. “So we got dressed, and headed back to the group. Kumail had wandered off while we were gone and the room had mostly cleared leaving Ashley and Emily sitting alone together.”

“I seem to recall there being some tension between them last night.

“It’s a little more than just tension. They don’t really get along in general. They’ve been at it all week, and I’m sure Ashley wanted to get back at me for my make out dare.” She smiled down at me mischievously. “But I would have wondered she at least would show some gratitude for the lap dance suggestion.”

My dick involuntarily flexed, remembering Ash’s “lap dance” that quickly turned into a blatant dry-humping show. Katelyn felt this and did her best to mimic Ash’s gyrating movements on my lap from the night before.

“Hey, I seem to remember you enjoying yourself too.” I poked an accusatory finger into her mound.

She tilted her head. “What can I say? Ash is hot enough that you almost came in front of everyone. I’m allowed to have my little fun too.”

Her hips stopped moving, as if she needed to gather her thoughts. “Anyway I picked Truth. Ashley was obviously still pretty horny and probably saw her question as a good way to tease you more. I’m sure she also saw it as a way to get back at me and possibly embarrass Em.”

“What did she ask?”

“Well if you really don’t remember, I should probably give you a little background first…”

She dismounted me and took a seat in the middle of the bed cross-legged. My hoodie fell between her legs hiding her pussy. My dick ached for more realizing that story time probably wouldn’t be as stimulating as she had originally promised. I sat up and scooted back so that I could lean against the wall. She remained silent, looking anywhere but at me until I broke the silence.

“You actually look embarrassed! What happened last night?”

“Well I’ll get to that.” She put both her hands on her knees, took a deep breath and exhaled heavily as if preparing herself. “Last Monday was my first day back at the conditioning room, right?”

“Right. You told me.”

“Well you know how I get after a hard workout. It gets my blood moving. And it had been a few days for me since I had gotten off. I had spent the entire weekend buried in make up work. So I left the fitness center wound pretty tightly.

“There’s also…” she paused, hesitant to continue, “well I guess it’s no secret anymore. The car ride had been on my mind.” Her voice was shaky and the color began to rise in her cheeks. “When I got back on Sunday night, the very first thing I did after my parents left was walk down to the store. I restocked on panty liners for my cough.” She looked over at my waste basket. “I also bought diapers. I don’t even know why! Something came over me and I just did. I was in the store and I just grabbed the first ones I could find. I was a little ashamed and it didn’t make sense to me. I walked all the way back to my dorm room carrying them in those thin grocery bags that you can see right through.”

“And you were afraid someone would see you?”

“A bit. My legs were definitely a bit shaky.” This was so different from the confidence she had projected at the QuickTrip. “But I reasoned that if anyone saw me they would just assume that I had bought them for a baby or something.

“Anyway, I got them all the way back to my dorm and it dawned on me that Emily might have questions so I shoved them in my dresser underneath my panties before she could really see what they were. I’m sure she just wondered I was storing a spare pack of liners or tampons or something.

“I kind of forgot about them after that. I caught up with Emily that night, and started getting buried in class work the next day. My professors really didn’t give me any leeway in my workload even though I was out sick.

“But that brings me back to last Monday. I was walking back from the fitness center and I was so goddamn horny. Oh babe it was so bad. I was soaking through my panties. I’m sure it mostly just looked like sweat, but I was wet enough it was showing through my shorts. You would have loved it.”

It’s true. My dick had been taking a break while we settled into the story, but it was now stirring again. I put my hand down the front of my pants and began lightly teasing my sensitive parts. “You’re not wrong.” I encouraged her.

She smiled at this development. She loved to give me a show.

“I’ll admit – I was thinking a lot on the way back to my dorm about the car ride.” She blushed fully. “About the way you popped in your pants after I barely touched you… the way I couldn’t even control my own body…. Every few steps I could get my piercing to move just right against my clit. I imagined other people on the walk looking at me. I imagined other guys seeing the wetness on my shorts and going back to their own dorms and masturbating over the wondered of me. I wondered about other girls seeing me and their own bodies reacting leaving them confused as to why they were getting turned on.”

I took the hint. I shifted my weight and pulled my own shorts down revealing my swelling cock for her. As I leaned against the wall it rested belly-up on my shirt. I ran a finger up and down my shaft lightly, paying attention to the particularly soft sensitive part at my frenulum. She nodded approval at me.

“I stopped and touched myself through my shorts a fee times when nobody was looking. By the time I got home my shorts were in a state.

“I had the room to myself. Emily has her chem lab on Mondays, so I knew I had at least some time to work with. I looked at myself in the mirror over my dresser. I expected I would be wet, but I didn’t expect to be that wet. I had soaked entirely though my grey bike shorts. I was still a little sweaty from conditioning, but I don’t typically sweat so much right there. It reminded me of that time in proofs!” she giggled.

I was now lightly stroking my cock with my right hand. She leaned back, letting my hoodie creep up along her stomach, revealing her swollen vulva. Her right fingers began lightly teasing herself as she watched me watching her.

“So that’s when I remembered what I had in my drawer. My body made the decision for me pretty quickly and I immediately got super nervous. My stomach was turning over itself. My legs were shaky as I walked to my dresser. I took one last look at myself in the mirror – my face was flushed and my cheeks were bright red. I felt like I was being pulled; like there was a string tied around my piercing and something was pulling it directing me what to do. Nothing was going to satisfy me until I did this thing but I was also so so scared to do it.

“I dug the pack out of my drawer and just stood there holding it in disbelief for a minute. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. It was like when you’re getting into a cold pool. You just have to jump in. So I ripped open the pack and pulled one out. I tossed the pack apart, stripped off my workout clothes and put it on. It was a lot bigger than the ones you had gotten, but still felt pretty snug. There was more cushioning against my mound. I think they might have been made for overnight… I put that black skirt on over it and my black tank workout top.

“I felt instantly more comfortable with it once I had my clothes on. I knew what I wanted. I needed to pee a little bit, but it wasn’t desperation I was looking for. I wanted to be out of control again. I wanted to feel helpless. I needed that panic I felt on the car ride.”

She was leaning fully back on her left elbow. Her legs were still crossed leaving me open to watch her. Her right palm was resting on her mound. Her index and ring fingers were straddling her piercing moving them up and down. Her breath was quickening as she continued her story.

“I chugged what was left in my nalgene and headed for the kitchen. I was passing people in the hall. I felt so sexy. I had a secret but every time someone looked at me I was wondering if they had any idea what I was wearing.

“A couple of people were making dinner in the kitchen when I got there. I had to wait for the sink, and standing still and waiting was absolute torture. My pussy was throbbing. I leaned up against the edge of the counter while I waited for them to finish. I actually considered just saying ‘fuck it’ right there and going up on my toes to grind my clit into it.

“Luckily though they finished up pretty quickly so it never came to that. I don’t really need that kind of reputation around the dorm.” We exchanged a smile. We both knew she sort of already had that reputation. “I filled my Nalgene and chugged, then filled it again. I was pretty sure it would be enough.

“I quickly went back to my room and slipped on my flip-flops. I left out of the back of my dorm.

“It was dusk and campus was relatively quiet. It was a little too cool out for my outfit, but my pussy felt warm and snug. I quickly made my way to the student union. Outside it was cold and quiet, but inside it was bustling. I hadn’t brought my purse so I couldn’t buy any food but I weaved my way through the crowd looking for a place to sit. Every time I brushed past someone electricity shot though me. I was scared someone would notice. I was scared my skirt would flip up and someone would see. But part of me kind of wanted it to happen. It would be mortifying but the thought of it was making me drip.

“I found one of those cushiony benches around the perimeter of the dining hall. My skirt was pretty short so when I sat down it only came up to about here.” Her hand stopped playing with herself and moved down her leg only an inch or two. “The bulkiness was making it hard to keep my knees together, but I tried to cross my legs and that wasn’t working either. I was sure someone standing at the right angle across the room would be able to see right up my skirt. I panicked a little bit and wondered about leaving but something kept me rooted in my chair. I knew if I got up and left I would regret it so I took a few deep breaths and decided to stay.

“As the panic subsided and I got comfortable my urge to pee started to grow. I sat there sipping my nalgene and just watched people. I started pretending that I was waiting for something important, and if I got up I would miss it.

“I actually texted you at that point. My brain was running haywire. I wanted to tell you, but also sort of wanted this just for myself.”

“This was Monday night?” I heard myself ask.

“Yeah. I asked what you were up to. You were working some project. I let you know I was at the union and had just gotten out of conditioning.”

“Oh right, yeah. I remember that. I wondered it was odd you went to eat so soon after working out.”

“I came really close to telling you. I actually took a couple of pictures.” She but her lip and reached into the pocket of my hoodie. “I wondered about sending to you then, but chickened out…. I guess… I couldn’t really get the right angle. Do you want to see?”

“Holy shit yes.”

She produced her phone out of her pocket, and smiled as I let go of my dick to reach for it. I was hard enough now that even with no support, it was protruding slightly away from my body.

She typed in her code and flipped through a few of her photos. She repositioned next to me so that she was also sitting against the wall. She held her phone with her right hand, and her left hand briefly rested on my right hip before grabbing my cock.

The first picture was a regular selfie taken from above. It was an instagram angle, her head slightly tilted and lips pursed. I could see she was sitting and her legs weren’t completely closed, but that was about it. Just like she said she had a black tank top. At this angle her perky cleavage was on full display. Her skirt wasn’t covering much of her lap, and her right hand was holding it down making sure it didn’t ride up.

The second photo was a lower straight on angle that didn’t reveal anything below her tits. She was staring directly into the camera making a pouty face. I had actually seen this one before on social media. My dick stirred in her hand at the sight of her nipples poking through the black fabric.