I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running in Kristen's bathroom, the door between the bedroom and bathroom was almost half open. Luckily I remembered instantly where I was, though I was slightly horrified to find my work clothes from the day before were horribly rumpled and smelled clearly like I had slept in them- which, of course, I had. I also quickly judged from the light coming in her window that it was still fairly early in the morning.

My two immediate problems were a combination of REALLY badly needing to take a piss and having one of the worst cases of morning wood I have ever had. My cock was a rigid pole, so hard it might have been made of metal.