As they sat together on her couch, Randal couldn’t help but think that Liv was a girl after his own heart.  He’d never been with a chick who would sit around and watch porn with him, but here she was.  It was pretty much a weekly thing now.  He’d sneak out with the new releases, head over to her place, and give them a watch before putting them on the shelves.  They’d make a date out of it, though neither called it that.

“Have you ever had a golden shower?”

Randal damn near spewed the beer he was drinking across her living room.  That question had come out of left field.  No one had gone number one in the flick they were watching.  He whipped his head over, only to see her looking like she’d just asked something as casual as what he wanted for dinner.

“What?”

“It’s when someone pisses on you,” she explained.

“I know what a golden shower is, Olivia,” he said with a small chuckle.  “But to answer your question, no, I haven’t been pissed on.”

She turned to face him, sitting on her knees as she leaned closer.

“So?  Would you?”

Randal raised a brow.

“Why?  You wanna piss on me?”

“Well… Yeah.  I just think it’d be hot,” said Liv with a noncommittal shrug.  “Maybe we could take turns?  If you’re into that kind of thing.”

This was the shit he loved about Liv.  She was nothing if not bold and kinky.  The six pack that he’d brought over had been demolished by this point, and she’d had her fair share of it.  If he had to guess, she was probably that perfect mix of tipsy and horned up with a bladder full of beer.  There was no way in hell that Randal was passing up a chance like this.  He had just enough of a buzz to talk him out of any qualms he may have had.  Besides, he’d never seen a girl piss before.

“Let’s get the logistics out of the way,” he said.  “Where would we do this?  Doubt you want us wetting the bed.”

“The bathroom.  You could lay down in the tub.”

“You’ve put some thought into this, hm?”

“Little bit, yeah.”

Sounded good to him.  He drained the rest of his beer before sitting the empty can on the end table.  With a slap of his knees, he pushed himself up to his feet.  “Well?  What are we waiting on.”

Liv let out a little squeak of excitement and clapped her hands before leaping off the couch.  She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him along.  This was really happening, huh?  Before he knew it, he was standing in her bathroom, getting his clothes torn off.  When he was down to his boxers, she gave him a little shove towards the tub.

“Okay.  Go ahead and get comfy in there,” she said as she pulled her t-shirt over her head.

Randal did as he was told and got into the bathtub, but not before he took his cap off and tossed it to the side.  The fiberglass floor was cool as he laid flat on his back and watched Liv strip down.  He folded his arms behind his head as she shimmied her panties off. 

“So, where you gonna aim?” he asked.

“Any requests?”

Randal hummed as he considered his options.  He wasn’t sure he was ready for it in the face right off the bat. 

“Chest?”

“Chest it is.”

She stepped into the tub over him, then crouched down.  Had to say, he admired the view. 

“Ready?” asked Liv.

“Yee-up.”

“Alright.”

Randal inhaled, bracing himself for what he was about to receive.  To his surprise, it wasn’t immediate.  While he didn’t mind looking at her pussy, that wasn’t exactly what was promised here.  He spoke up after a few seconds of bated breath.

“Sooo…?”

“Shut up.  Give me a second, okay?” Liv said.  “It’s kind of awkward when you’re staring right at it.”

“Don’t people stare right at it for a living?” he retorted.  “And here I thought you were a professional.”

“Fuck off,” she muttered.  “I’m new to this too, okay?  I’ve never had to piss on command before.”

“Would it be easier if I shoved a camera up th—”

The first trickle shut him right up, followed by a torrential downpour.  Liv’s shoulders relaxed as she began to empty her bladder and she let out a sigh of relief.  It was warm… hot even.  A little splashed into his open mouth and his first instinct was to recoil, though the taste wasn’t nearly as bad as he imagined.  It was a little salty, like broth.  He… didn’t hate it.  His jaw dropping wasn’t missed by Liv, who angled her hips to use the last of her stream to really soak him.

Randal took it like a champ, closing his eyes and letting the liquid love rain over him.  When it tapered to a drizzle, he grabbed hold of her thighs and pulled her down.  He swiped his tongue along her slit, eagerly lapping up the remnants.