When Mia had taken her seat in the lecture hall, she found she had time to review her notes on the previous lecture, which had gloried in the title, “Psychopathia Sexualis.” It had detailed how the terms sadism and masochism had originated, and the birth of sexology as a discipline.
It was the first of a week-long series of lectures dedicated to sexuality for students at the faculty of psychiatry. The annual series of lectures, dubbed “Bonk Week” were, naturally, the subject of much giggling and innuendo amongst the students.
Mia herself had not been idle on the sex front. On her way to college, she’d put out the trash to dispose of the three condoms she and Oriol had used the night before. Her parents were visiting that night and it certainly wouldn’t do to have them notice the contents of her bin.
But what a night! She’d been tumbled about the bed; They’d fucked in every position. He’d even had her standing up, bracing herself against the wall. The third time, she had come so hard she had screamed.
She was tired today, naturally. She could only hope the lecture would be interesting. Picking up her pen, she found a clean page for notes.
“Today, we are going to be studying the life of Havelock Ellis, a physician and sexologist who died in 1939. He was known for his work on narcissism, which influenced Freud’s later work, and for his unusual love life. Ellis married a woman, Edith, who was openly lesbian…”
Mia was writing bullet point notes as the lecturer spoke.
“He was reportedly impotent until he discovered that he was sexually aroused by the sight of a woman urinating…”
“Eww!” There arose a low murmur of whispered comment, giggles and groans of disgust.
“He published a paper on it, and is therefore considered the founder of the niche fetish, known scientifically as uralagnia but more commonly as watersports. Pausing there, if I'd had that experience, I would keep it to myself,” the lecturer joked to laughter.
“Ellis also had some ideas that are nowadays deeply problematic…”
The lecture on Ellis took three pages of notes and left Mia feeling as naive as she had ever felt.
*
“Poor Aunt Lucia’s going into the hospital for a few days. She’s had gall bladder trouble and kidney…” Mia’s father’s update on all her aunts and uncles was growing interminable.
‘Can I come over tonight?’
Oriol’s text arrived as her dad spoke. Fumbling with her phone, she replied,
‘Yes, but I need more sleep tonight LOL!’
“Can you put your phone away at dinner, love?” her dad asked.
“Sure. Sorry,” she said, stuffing her phone into her pocket.
“I hear it’s the infamous ‘bonk week’,” her mother said, “Is it all Oedipus complex, that kind of thing?”
“No, not yet. Today we learnt about a guy who enjoyed watching women pee!”
Her dad almost spat out his wine.
“Well, it’s harmless, I suppose,” her mother said, “There are worse things you could enjoy.”
“But don’t worry,” said Mia, a wicked grin appearing on her face, “If you hear I’ve joined the watersports society at college, it’s strictly sailing and surfing, I promise!”
*
As Oriol stripped off his clothes in her room that night, Mia sat on the bed in her nightie.
“So, today, I went to this lecture. And we learnt about a man who got turned on by seeing a woman peeing! I just…can’t imagine why.”
She watched Oriol drop his boxer shorts. His cock sprang out.
“There’s nothing new under the sun,” Oriol said, “It’s probably more common than you might think. I mean, it’s only pee. We all do it every day.”
“Well, yeah, but it’s not…sexy.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Looking at a woman opening her legs like that. Could be fun.”
Mia felt a weight in her bladder even then. She would have to excuse herself before they had sex.
“I just don’t get it. Wait there, I’ve got to…”
She got up and made for the door. Oriol lay down naked on the bed, stroking his cock. As she touched the handle, he said,
“Do it here. Let me watch. Let’s see what the fuss is about!”
“Eww, not on my bed!”
“Find a bucket or something.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure. Won’t hurt, will it? And I’ve seen it all before. Up to you!”
Mia went to the toilet and sat down. But, at the last minute, she decided to be risqué. She went into the bathroom closet and found the mop and bucket. Seizing the red bucket, she hurried back to her room.
“Just this once,” she said to Oriol.
Oriol grinned. He was jerking his cock. Mia placed the bucket a foot from the bed. She pulled her knickers down and hitched up her nightie, holding it just above her navel. Squatting, she felt Oriol’s eyes on her. He was gazing at her pussy, jerking his erect cock. Closing her eyes, Mia let the pee flow.
As her urine tinkled into the bucket, Mia watched Oriol staring between her legs and playing with his penis. Oh, she couldn’t wait to feel that cock again! Oriol’s was easily the biggest she’d had, not that she’d had many. And Oriol watching her as he jerked was…not hurting, now she thought about it. His eyes being riveted to her vagina was building her anticipation for his touch, and knowing that her body was making him hard made her feel sexy.
“Fuck, that is hot,” he whispered, “Touch yourself, Mia.”
Mia did as he asked, stroking her clitoris with the fore and index finger of her left hand.
“Put the condom on,” she said quietly, “I’m nearly done.”
Oriol grabbed the johnny and quickly rolled it down his hard-on. Mia felt the stream of urine dry up. Quickly, she dabbed herself dry with a towel on the floor. Without another word, and still wearing her nightie, she mounted the bed and lowered herself onto Oriol’s cock. It was deliciously hard, and Mia placed her hands on his bare chest, easing back and forth, enjoying his hands fondling her breasts.
But just as she was getting into her rhythm, Oriol gripped the sheet, closed his eyes, exhaled sharply, and gasped. She felt his penis jerk, shudder, then start to shrivel.
“Fuck! Fuck! Sorry, Mia.”
He'd lasted less than sixty seconds.
She helped him out and lay down next to him.
“I'm sorry,” Oriol said, “That was way hotter than I expected. I'd jerked too much, and I was too close when you got on.”
“Don't worry about it,” Mia replied. She was suddenly feeling very tired.
“Can I go down on you to make up for it?”
She was about to say no; she wanted to sleep. But she reasoned that he owed her one, so she nodded, pulled up her nightie, and spread her legs.
As Oriol began to suck at her clit and flick his tongue, Mia thought of Havelock Ellis. She wondered who the woman who had peed in front of Ellis was, and whether she'd approved of it turning Havelock on. What on earth would she think of the incident still being lectured about in psychiatry classes, come to think about it? Then, she wondered if Ellis would have enjoyed watching her pee for Oriol, whose tongue was now parting her lips. He'd surely enjoy watching Oriol eat her out to orgasm, which she could feel was going to happen.
Two things were for sure. She'd found something to offer Oriol if she wanted something from him. And the next time she watched the Olympic swimming, diving, and sailing competitions on TV, she'd never do so in the same way again.
