You start knocking on the door. The knocking soon turns to pounding as the pressure on your bladder increases. Your roommates may very well have drank themselves to death last night. You start to do a potty dance as the neighbor across the hall from you opens his door. He's about to tell you off when he notices your dancing.
"Can I please use your toilet," You beg. "I locked myself out of my apartment."
"Sure, just stop with the racket." Your neighbor answered.
You race into his apartment and head straight for the bathroom. His floorplan is virtually identical to yours. You situate yourself on the toilet and let loose a flood of urine. You breathe a sigh of relief as the pressure on your bladder fades. A few more minutes and diapers would have been justified.
After wiping and flushing you wash your hands and leave the bathroom. Your neighbor is making coffee and reading on his tablet.
"Sorry for being rude," You apologize.
"I should be apologizing to you," The man admitted. "My name is Brad, by the way."
Now that you're not having to pee you get a good chance to look over your neighbor. He's an incredibly handsome young man, and he looks to be around your same age. Brad smiles at you as he looks up from his tablet. He offers you coffee. You decline, but instead ask for aspirin. Your head is throbbing.
You talk all morning. Finally, you borrow his phone to call your roommates. Your roommates open the door and let you inside. You go back to your room, smitten by the handsome man. There is a burning sensation in your chest as your legs begin to tingle. You lay on your bed and slide your hand into your panties. Thinking about Brad has made you incredibly horny. Your fingers start moving faster and faster as you imagine Brad's hands caressing your body. You bite your lower lip as you imagine his tongue lavishly pleasing your womanhood.
Several minutes later you arch your back in orgasm. Nothing was better to cure a hangover than a solid masturbation session. You spend several minutes enjoying the afterglow. Then, you get up and head to the bathroom. It was time for a shower. Afterwards, you figure you can clean your apartment.
Once out of the shower, you get dressed and join your roommates in the living room. Something seems amiss about your roommates. You can't put your finger on what is wrong.
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