Watersports

Hi Elfy. I think you got the names miss up here.  I think you meant Liam and not Jacob here.   Through a gap in the crowds, illuminated by the colourful lights and lasers that swept across the hall, I saw Jacob and Zoe. They were in each other’s arms and slow dancing. Jacob’s hands on my best friend’s rear end whilst they shared a kiss as passionate as any I’d ever seen. I had to cover my mouth with my hand at the sight.   I like the story's that you write.

Alice had come up to Madison's room and was ready to get dressed, but when she saw her girlfriend's outfit had to do two things first she snuck over and quickly flipped the top of Madison skirt making her yelp, she quickly turned around before getting a hug from Alice who giggled and complimented on her outfit while poking fun at her for being so easily flustered. Ana gently shook her head and told Alice to behave as she didn't want to have to give her little girl a spanking so soon. Alice apologized knowing that there was real teeth to that. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After Camilla had fed Emilly her food she gave the little girl a bottle of milk and told her little one to drink it which Emily did as she was thirsty, Camila kiss Emily's head before she started cleaning up the table and the high chair.

I had an interestingly frank conversation, just now, with the neighbour. I'm speaking of Victoria, the lady next door that my wife has befriended. She still comes around here and there, but I have run into her in my kitchen with less frequency, lately, I guess because gardening season is largely behind us. We saw two degrees Celsius last night... the end is neigh. However, it was warmer tonight, and we had a wall of thunderstorms roll through. They created more noise and light, than rain, but today was garbage day, so I found myself down at the end of my driveway, picking up my bins, to avoid the possibility of them being launched into the road, or across our yards, by the gusty winds. Victoria was also out there, and whereas I can hoist two wheely bins at a time, when they're empty, she ferries them back, one at a time, at a sedate pace.  So, I chucked mine in front of my garage, and went over to help her, as she had a couple of trash bins, a recycling bin, and an organics bin. She turned around inside her garage, and seemed surprised, but not displeased, to see me advancing down her driveway, with the latter two, one inside the other, in one hand, and I was towing her other trash bin with the other.  I've never actually been in her garage; it is smaller than mine, but still decently-sized, easily swallowing two vehicles. It's much neater than mine - they don't have kids or pets, so other than some gardening tools that were neatly stowed around a workbench at the back, the only things in there were her SUV, now a Lincoln - the septuagenarian conveyance of choice. And, interestingly, a old Mazda RX-7 convertible, on soft tires. We're talking late 80's here, the ones that looked like Porsche 944's, if that means anything to anyone. Anyway, I was surprised to see such an enthusiast's piece of automotive ephemera. There's a story there; maybe I'll hear it, someday.  I would have liked to talk about the car, but I wanted to get back across our yards before the sky opened up, however, she invited me in for tea. I had to think about what I had on, for a moment, while attempting to not look like that's what I was doing. I was in another Mega Inspire+ (still am), under khaki shorts, and a sweater, basically - the "I am in denial that winter is coming, but not complete denial" outfit of the October Canadian. Well, except the diaper - most of us over 4 and under 80, don't wear those, I assume. I had judged it to be fine for ferrying bins down her drive, but did I want to sit in her house, and maybe chat with her husband, in it? I felt a little bulky, I'll be honest; I had some puffy featurelessness up front, and likely a bit of "diaper butt" going on, all fine in the low light of the garage.  I decided that the ship carrying my dignity had already sailed; and all that was left for me to do, was to be dignified, in my indignity, so said sure. Why not. My beloved will be proud of me, I thought. Who knows, she might saunter over.  I texted her my whereabouts, but she was making red sauce for tomorrow's dinner, so she declined to join us. I wondered about Wayne (I think that's what I named him), but he was taking a nap, apparently, so it was just Victoria and I, in her also cleaner and neater kitchen. She made Orange Pekoe for us, just right, while I tugged my sweater down so that it provided some visual relief from the mighty dome of SAP-inflated plastic that had formed up front, when I sat down. Mega indeed. Although I had no fear about absentmindedly depositing some of the tea into it, if I stayed long enough.  We talked about this and that, and then she thanked me for taking her trash bins, which segued us into a conversation. "Are you and Christina [I've just named my wife!] using the nappy tags, or do you not need them, yet? You must make more rubbish than we do - it's just the two of us. Although if I used the tags, maybe I wouldn't need to carry both bins up the drive - you have to leave the bags out of the bins, is my understanding. We'd probably only generate a bin a month, if it weren't for the nappies..." She was speaking of the "personal health tags", or whatever they call them, the reprieve from stricter trash limits being imposed, to encourage composting and recycling. And, I'm sure to generate a revenue stream, at least for those who don't qualify for "nappy tags" - you can also elect to purchase exemptions, sort of like neighbourhood carbon credits.  "We're not using them right now," I said, happy to use the collective "we", as if "we" were both in the habit of "weeing" in our underpants. It seemed somehow exculpatory. "I don't sequester them. I collect them as we go - we generate a lot of other competing streams... the kids, the dog..."  "I'd say they make up the majority of what we contribute. At least a few a day." She'd said 'contribute" wryly.  I lined up my thoughts, and tried to decide if I wanted to share them. Being openly in diapers is somewhat less new for me, under certain specific circumstances, than it used to be, but talking about it openly... that was still confined to basically the inside of my four walls. I decided not to launch into an erudite dissertation on ABDL versus medical nappies, instead simply saying, "I only really use a couple a day. I buy the best ones I can get my hands on - I'm all over the place, I'm sure Chris has told you." I felt badly for having accidentally highlighted that Wayne was not all over the place, so I quickly threw in, "I'd rather not have to think about them." I could feel my cheeks maybe rise a degree or two after that last statement, because I was thinking about them. Which made me aware of the bulk of my midsection.  "Well maybe we can compare notes someday. We're the ones managing it. In any case, if you ever need nappy tags, we have lots. Carrying my bins earns you tea, but also coffee cake, if you want some - it's something I do rather well..." And that was the end of both the nappy tag, and the nappy conversation. But apparently the door is open to resume. Maybe I'll bring over a Critter Caboose and suggest that she get Wayne's opinion on it... yeah, probably not. But I may have now figured out why InControl exists; I could pretty safely suggest that she check out their wares, without tipping my hand the way a Rearz referral might...

Maddison was changing her diaper for a pull-up, and Ana showed her how to put it on so it wouldn't leak. Ana chose Maddison's outfit: a plain white blouse and a black pleated skirt with shorts underneath. Maddison looked in the mirror and at her Converse sneakers and said, "Oh my god, I look beautiful!" Emilly didn't like the muffin very much and also couldn't forget that she wanted to talk about Maddison again. She felt that Maddison wasn't a grown-up teenager anymore because she had several babyish attitudes and wanted to talk about it.

James sat on the couch with his legs crossed, eyes glued to the sitcom he was watching. “Another girl’s night? What’s that, like the third one in two weeks?” Amy knew she would need to come up with a better excuse soon if she wanted to continue going back to Rachel and Adam’s. She didn’t want to push her husband’s suspicions too far. “Yeah, it is,” Amy replied, not looking up from the mirror where she was putting on makeup. “We just really hit it off, and it takes time to build up a friendship. You know?” James sighed. “Sure, I get it. Just make sure you get a couple nights with me too, okay?” Amy finished blending her foundation, walked over, and gave James a peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m not replacing you,” she said, “I just need some times with the girls to unwind, you know?” She put up a good mask, but inside she was seething at the comment. Why the hell was he judging her for going out when he was constantly late or away? Not to mention the fact that it had been weeks since they had slept together, and months since he had bothered initiating sex. Was he missing her? Could he sense that her needs were being met elsewhere? That she was finally getting the attention, care, and pleasure she craved? She pushed her anger out of her mind. She was going to have fun tonight. She would worry about this later. “See ya babe!” Amy said with a wave as she opened the door to the garage. James responded in kind with a “See ya,” without looking away from the TV. The drive seemed to fly by, as Amy daydreamed about what could be in store for her that evening. At Rachel and Adam’s house, she wasn’t even able to knock on the door before Rachel tore open the door and threw her arms around Amy. “You’re here!!” Amy was shocked, but managed to wrap her arms around Rachel too. “Of course I am! I couldn’t wait.” Adam stood behind Rachel and smiled. “Hey Amy, come on in.” Rachel eventually released her and let her enter the house. “So… this is your third time with us. Did you have anything in mind for tonight?” “Honestly, I’m game for whatever you’re thinking. I liked the little bits of bondage we did last time, diapers...obviously, and...." Her voice trailed off, and she looked directly at Adam. "I think I'm comfortable exploring some more fun with Adam...if that's alright." Rachel smiled, "Of course that's alright. Whatever you're comfortable with! Are you wearing right now?” Amy shook her head no. “Well then we need to get you changed.” Amy felt a thrill run through her body. Rachel was being more assertive with her. Rachel put a hand on Amy’s hip and moved around behind her. Adam stood in front of her. He looked a little awkward, like he wasn’t sure how much he was allowed to do. Rachel felt no such hesitation. Her hand was already reaching for Amy’s belt buckle. Adam made eye contact with Amy, and Amy gave him a little nod. Adam moved closer, as Rachel undid the buckle and slowly pulled the belt free. Adam pushed a strand of hair behind Amy’s ear with the utmost tenderness, and leaned towards her ear. “Do you want a safe word?” Amy thought for a moment. “Watermelon?” Adam smiled and nodded and repeated it back. “Watermelon.” His hands found Amy’s sides and Amy’s body felt electric. He let his fingers dance to the hem of her blouse. He tugged at it just a little, then whispered in her ear, “Arms up.” Amy lifted her arms, and Adam pulled the blouse over her head. She was so distracted by Adam that she almost didn’t notice that Rachel had undone the button on her shorts, and was tugging them off. Amy felt exposed and vulnerable as she stood between the couple, who was still fully dressed. Adam pulled Amy close and kissed her checks and neck. Amy forgot her vulnerability and kissed back. She could feel Rachel’s arms embracing her from the behind, and her hands wandering toward her tits. Rachel’s wandering fingers traced her bra and tugged at its straps. Amy shrugged them off her shoulders, and felt her bra pulled down her body. Rachel pulled her panties down with the bra, leaving her clothes puddled around her feet. Amy’s eyes shot wide as she felt Rachel’s hands working their way between her legs and gliding over her inner thighs. She felt her knees weaken when Rachel’s fingertips brushed against her vulva. She steadied herself against Adam, and allowed him to embrace her. She felt his lips on her forehead, and felt him lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Is it too fast?” Adam asked. His eyes were gentle and full of concern. Amy couldn’t think clearly. The words didn’t come. Finally she shook her head no. This was just right. And she wanted more. Adam’s face broke into a grin. He pulled her in close for a kiss. She kissed back with a passion she didn’t know she was capable of. His hands were touching her back. Her arms. His fingernails traced her sides. She was so caught up in the kiss that she almost didn’t notice that Rachel gotten up and gone into the other room. Adam began to guiding her backwards while maintaining the kiss. She surrendered to Adam, and felt herself backing up. The back of her legs bumped into the coffee table, and she felt her knee buckle a bit. Adam still had his arms wrapped around her, and he kept her standing – but he was bending her backwards. He broke the kiss and laid her on the coffee table. When Amy opened her eyes, she saw Rachel beaming down at her. “Hey there baby girl, you ready for a diaper?” Rachel asked, holding up a diaper that had baby unicorns all over it. Amy giggled a little as she felt Adam spreading her legs. She nodded. “Yes, Mommy, I want my diaper.” Adam began kissing and sucking on her inner thighs. He got closer and closer to her wet pussy, but always pulled away before touching it. Rachel laid the diaper on Amy’s chest and tucked a baby pink pacifier in between her lips. “Be a good girl and suck on that for a bit.” Amy closed her lips around it and felt her body relaxing as she began to suck. Adam picked up a baby wipe and began to wipe down Amy’s diaper area. She quivered at its cold touch.  Adam wiped her pussy, gently spreading her lips to clean inside. He finished by spreading her cheeks and washing her ass and asshole. Once he finished, he lifted the front of the diaper and secured the tapes. “There you go baby.” Amy smiled and looked over. Rachel had picked up the onesie and held it up, showing it to Amy. "This one is a little more babyish than the one you had last time. Are you okay with that?" Amy nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Yes." Rachel smiled and held up the onesie. Adam helped her to sit up, and Rachel slipped it over her head, guiding her arms through the sleeves. Amy felt the soft, warm material envelop her body as Rachel pulled it down over her chest and stomach. She smoothed it out over Amy's curves, making sure it was comfortable and in place. Amy lay back down on the makeshift changing table, feeling completely diapered and helpless. Rachel and Adam looked down at her, smiling at how cute and submissive she looked. "There you go," Rachel said, gently stroking Amy's hair. "You look adorable." Amy couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and security wash over her. She was in a safe place, surrounded by people who cared about her and understood her desires. She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the softness of the onesie against her skin and the gentle weight of the diaper between her legs. Adam leaned down and kissed her forehead, his lips warm and gentle. "You're such a good girl," he whispered. "but I want to see how naughty you can be." Rachel pulled a box out from under the coffee table. Amy couldn't see what she was up to, but hear metal clinking against metal. And then Rachel grabbed Amy's wrists and pulled them over her heard. Cuffs were fastened around her wrists, and to the table legs.  Amy looked down and saw that Rachel had passed cuffs to Adam, who was cuffing her ankles to the table's legs. She felt a surge of anxiety go through her as she was completely restrained. Adam moved up next to her head and took her hand. "Remember, you say 'watermelon' and we stop everything. Are you okay?" Amy felt a wave of calm come over her as Adam took her hand and spoke to her. She nodded, "I'm okay." Adam kissed her hand, "You're a good girl." Rachel was already between her legs, fastening what Amy assumed was a vibrator to her leg.  She turned it on, low and slow. Amy was already pretty worked up by this point, and she was craving a lot more that what the vibe was providing. And Rachel could tell. She was teasing her. “Do you like it? Tell mommy and daddy how much you like it.” Amy squirmed. “Faster. Please…. Faster.” “Mmm-mmm. Not yet little one.” She turned it up ever so slightly, but immediately brought it back down. Amy could feel herself getting wetter, but more desperate. The sensations were maddening. She need more. She wanted Adam’s cock in her. She couldn’t say that. But that’s what she wanted. Adam was leaning over her. She pushed herself up towards him, as far as her restraints would allow. Adam leaned over and kissed her gently. Not even any tongue. She wanted more. More kisses. More touch. More of anything. Amy felt his hand rest on her tummy. Her muscles tensed under his touch, and moaned a little into his mouth. His hand slid higher. Over her ribs. Over her breast. Tracing her collarbone. Back down to her breast, where he began teasing her nipple through the onesie. Amy moaned louder. She arched her back to push her breast into his hand. “Someone’s eager.” Rachel teased, turning up the vibrator a level. Amy mewed softly in appreciation. Adam broke the kiss and gave her nipple one last pinch. He stood and looked lovingly at Amy. She was giving him the most pitiful – and horny – look. He glanced at Rachel, who had a stupid grin plastered on her face. She enjoyed teasing their little girl. Amy’s eyes begged for more. Adam ignored her, and strolled over to Rachel. He slipped behind her, giving her a long hug from the back and resting his head on her shoulder. “Babe – do we have the cutest little girl or what?” “We do. We really do.” Adam’s hand slid down his wife’s body. He found her waist, and then slowly slid his hand under her shirt. Her skin was so soft and smooth. Her stomach was tight and muscular. He reached up to her tits. Her nipples were hard under his fingers. He pinched one. Then the other. She gasped. “Adam. In front of our little girl?”  She didn’t make any motion to stop him. Adam nuzzled her neck. “What? You’re worried about her seeing us making out? We’ve done a lot worse in front of her.” Rachel turned her head and kissed him. “Mm, you’re right.” Adam kissed Rachel, slipping his tongue in her mouth. They kissed passionately for a minute before Rachel broke away, panting and giggling. “Adam, we are going to drive her crazy. She’s been edged for so long, and you’re teasing her again right now.” Rachel glanced at Amy, whose eyes were closed and whose breath came in long, low pants. Adam laughed. “I know, it’s pretty funny.” Amy’s eyes opened and she looked at the two of them. “Not. Funny.”  She said through gritted teeth. Rachel reached between Amy’s legs, and turned up the vibrator. Amy let out a low moan. “Aww, what’s the matter?” Rachel teased. “Does this feel good?” Amy nodded vigorously. Adam came up from behind Rachel and started massaging her ass. “I could take you right here.” “Awwwwwww….” Amy groaned, her frustration growing. Rachel gave Amy an evil grin, then starting stripping. She took off her shirt and bra first, making sure to give Adam a show - but keeping her eyes trained on Amy. Amy watched every move. Adam grabbed Rachel’s tits and squeezed. Rachel giggled and stripped off her pants. Adam made a show of groping her ass. Rachel paused with her panties, letting Adam finger her pussy from behind through the thin cotton briefs. He slowly slid a finger down her slit. Rachel bit her lip. Adam applied more pressure. “Are you getting wet, baby?” “Mmmm,” Rachel purred, “So wet for you Adam. You know I love your fingers in me.” Amy watched the two of them with a mixture of lust and jealousy. Rachel was getting edged, just like Amy was. Adam slid his finger up and down, slow and steady. Finally, Rachel pulled away and took off the panties. She balled them up and forced Amy to open her mouth.  She stuffed the panties in. Amy tried to talk, but her words were muffled by the fabric. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to say anyways. Rachel climbed onto the table and straddled Amy. She looked back at Adam with a devilish flash in her eye.  “You know what to do.” Adam positioned himself behind Rachel, and slipped his cock inside her. Amy felt Rachel shudder above her. He started slowly, taking his time. He reached around and started pinching Rachel’s nipples, just like he had done to Amy. Rachel let out a gasp, and then looked down at Amy with a wicked grin. "You wish you were me right now, don't you baby?" Amy shook her head. Rachel giggled. "Of course you do. You want Adam to fuck you, don't you?" Amy's face flushed red. She didn't say anything. Rachel leaned down, so her face was just inches from Amy's. "I said, don't you want Adam to fuck you?" Amy stared straight ahead, unable to say anything. And unable to admit to the desire. She was still married. And even though she had sex with Rachel, sex with Adam felting like a step she wasn't willing to take just yet. Rachel kissed her cheek. "Don't worry baby. I'll give you a turn." Adam picked up the pace. Rachel threw her head back, moaning in time to his thrusts. Amy was so horny, watching the two of them fuck. She was soaking wet, her pussy aching for a cock to fill her up. She tried to look at Adam, to beg him to fuck her. But he was too busy pounding into Rachel, and getting lost in the pleasure of her tight pussy. Rachel leaned down again and whispered into Amy's ear, "Don't worry little girl, Adam will fuck you when he's done with me. And when you're done with him, I'll fuck you." Amy moaned through the panties, feeling the vibrations of Rachel's words against her face. Rachel sat up again and grabbed Amy's tits. She started playing with them, pinching Amy’s nipples hard. Amy's back arched, and her hips bucked against the table. She wanted to touch Rachel, to feel her skin against hers, but her arms were still restrained. All she could do was lie there and take whatever Rachel was giving her. And it felt so good. The combination of the vibrator on her clit, and Rachel's fingers on her nipples was sending shockwaves of pleasure through Amy's body. She felt like she was on fire, and she couldn't get enough. Adam was close, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. He wanted to edge Amy a little longer. He slowed his thrusts, teasing Rachel's pussy with just the tip of his cock. Rachel let out a whimper of frustration. "Please, Adam, don't stop. I'm so close." Amy's eyes fluttered shut and she moaned through her gag. She was close too. But Adam ignored Rachel's pleas, and pulled out completely. Rachel let out a guttural grunt of disappointment. "Fuck you you fucking bastard. I want you to finish in me." Adam had a huge grin on his face. "Nope. Not yet." Rachel looked at Amy. "Well then, if he's not going to finish the job, then you will."  Rachel leaned down and kissed Amy hard. Amy kissed her back with desperation and need. She needed this kiss. She needed Rachel. She needed release. Rachel broke the kiss, leaving Amy wanting more.  "Now baby girl, are you ready to show daddy how to get mommy off?" Rachel asked. Amy nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with desire. Her pussy on fire from the non-stop teasing. Rachel pulled the panties out of Amy’s mouth. "That's my good girl. Now, let's see what you can do with that naughty mouth of yours." She leaned in close. "You get me off just right... and I'll let you cum." Amy didn't need any more encouragement. Rachel moved forward, and straddled Amy's head, hovering just over her waiting mouth, and Amy dove in. Eating pussy like she needed it to survive. Rachel moaned, her hips bucking as Amy's tongue explored her clit and pussy lips. She tasted sweet, like honey and desire. Amy was lost in the sensation of licking Rachel's pussy. She sucked on her clit, teasing it with her tongue.  Amy felt Rachel's thighs tighten around her head, and knew she was getting close. Amy moaned against her pussy, sending vibrations through Rachel's body.  Rachel's hips bucked wildly, her moans getting louder and more intense. Amy could tell she was close, and she focused all her attention on Rachel's clit, sucking and licking it with abandon. Amy's fingers ached to touch Rachel's skin. To pull her closer. To run her hands over her body.  To play with her nipples. But her arms were bound. The cuffs around her wrist and ankles held her tight to the table. All she could do is use her mouth to try and bring Rachel to the edge.  She could feel the tension in Rachel's thighs as she held herself up, and the way her pussy was dripping onto her face.  The vibrations from the vibrator buzzed through her body. She was so close. And it was driving her insane. Rachel's body tensed, and then she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her.  Her thighs squeezed Amy's head hard as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her pussy grinding against Amy's mouth. Amy licked and sucked, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from Rachel's body. Finally, Rachel collapsed dropping off of the table onto the floor, her body trembling with aftershocks.  She looked down at Amy, a satisfied smile on her face. "Good girl," she said, her voice husky with arousal. "You did so well. You're such a good little girl." Amy smiled up at her, feeling proud of herself. But she was still desperate for her own release. Rachel caught her breath and stood, her legs wobbling. "Are you ready baby?" She asked, looking down at Amy. Amy nodded. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, her body still trembling from the vibrations of the vibrator. "Good. Because it's time for you to cum." Rachel cranked up the vibration on the vibrator. Amy's breath caught in her throat. Even though the diaper's padding dulled the vibrations, she was so turned on it didn't matter. Any increase threatened to send her over the edge. She moaned, her hips moving as she tried to grind against it. She needed more. She needed to cum. She wanted to touch herself, but she couldn't. She was bound to the table, helpless and at Rachel's mercy. "Please," she begged, her voice shaky with need. "Please, I need to cum." "Since you said please...." Rachel pressed the vibrator against Amy's pussy, hard. The diaper seemed to come alive. Amy cried out, pleasure coursing through her body like wildfire. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, threatening to explode at any moment. She was so close, but she needed just a little more. "Please!" She begged again. "I need it so badly." Rachel turned it up to the max, but Amy just wasn't going over the edge. Rachel knew what she needed. She motioned to Adam, who tugged off the snaps on Amy's onesie. No easy task, since Amy was thrashing in the throws of desperation. He pulled the onesie up, exposing her diaper. He slipped two fingers in through the diaper's leg holes, and up into her pussy. Amy gasped as Adam's fingers entered her. The sudden intrusion made her body tense, and she felt a rush of pleasure as his fingers curled inside her. Her pussy clenched around them, eager for the stimulation. Amy cried out as the orgasm ripped through her body. She came hard, her pussy clenching around Adam's fingers, her juices flowing freely. She felt like she was floating, her body weightless and free. Her cries echoed in her ears, and she could feel her body shaking with the intensity of her release. The vibrator, still on high, buzzed against her clit. Adam fingered her hard and fast. Rachel kissed her, moaning into her mouth as Amy came. When the last wave of her orgasm finally subsided, Amy collapsed back onto the table, exhausted and spent. She could barely move, her body feeling heavy and limp. She lay there, catching her breath, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what she had just experienced. Rachel and Adam undid the restraints and helped her sit up. Rachel grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Amy’s shoulders. She hugged Amy tightly. She whispered in Amy’s ear, low enough so no even Adam could hear, “You know Adam hasn’t gotten off yet… if you want to fuck him… he’s all yours.” Amy wasn’t sure what to do or what to say. Her head was still swimming. He’s all yours rang in her mind. She turned to Adam, who seemed almost bashful, standing there with his cock hanging out of his pants, still very erect. Amy approach him, nervous. She wanted to touch it. He looked like he wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to. That it was alright. But she could tell how badly he wanted her. As Amy came closer to him, this man with a smooth, calm presence melted into a schoolboy afraid to tell his crush that he like liked her. She wrapped one arm around his waist and drew him close. Amy looked up into his beautiful eyes, and saw him moving his mouth – but no words came out. She pulled him tight and kissed him, passionately. He reciprocated almost immediately. Rachel squealed in delight from across the room. Amy couldn’t see her, but imagined that Rachel was sitting cross legged on the couch with popcorn. It almost made Amy giggle. She composed herself and kept up the passionate vixen façade. Her left arm pulled him closer, and her right hand found his cock. Adam’s spine and shaft immediately stiffened. A small groan escape his lips. “You… you don’t have to…” Adam said. Amy leaned back – his member still in hand – and cocked her head. “Just shut up.” She pushed him backwards onto the couch and pounced on him. Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle and Adam threw off his shirt. She managed to get his belt off, and the pants and boxers came off quickly. It was like a dam had broken inside her. All the months and years of pent up sexual frustration exploded out of her. She had just had one of the most intense orgasms of her life – and now she was about to pleasure someone she cared for deeply. And she was going to do it in a way she had never done before. Amy kneeled between his legs and tossed her hair back over her shoulders. She leaned forward, and closed her mouth around his shaft. She could taste Rachel on him. It turned her on even more. Adam moaned in ecstasy. He grabbed the back of the couch, gripping the fabric hard, trying not to grab her head and ram his cock down her throat. She teased him, just barely taking him into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head of his penis, and gently kissed and cupped his balls. She started bobbing up and down on his shaft, taking a little more with each stroke. She slid her tongue down his cock, tasting his salty flavor. She could hear the slick sound of his cock sliding into her warm mouth, the way his balls were tightening. She kept going, taking him deeper with each thrust, until she could feel him hitting the back of her throat. Adam let out a strangled cry, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Fuck, Amy. That feels so good.” Amy hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers through Adam's body. She started to pick up the pace, sucking him harder and faster, her head bobbing up and down. She could feel his balls tightening, and she knew he was getting close. “Fuck, I'm going to cum,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. Adam reached down and put his hands around her head and thrust his hips. Amy felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed quickly, eager to take every last drop. She kept sucking, milking him for all he had, until he was completely spent. She finally released him, gasping for breath. Adam lay back on the couch, his chest heaving, his eyes closed. He let out a contented sigh. “Holy shit, Amy. That was incredible.” Amy smiled, feeling proud of herself. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and crawled up onto the couch next to him. “I'm glad you enjoyed it,” she said, snuggling up against his side. Rachel had a massive grin on her face and she sauntered up to the pair. She was still naked, and her fingers toyed with her pussy. “You two are so fucking hot together.” She threw herself down on the other side of Amy and nuzzled in to cuddle. “I can’t believe I get to spend time with these two beautiful people.” Her hands crept under Amy’s onesie and gently lifted it over her head. She rested her head on Amy chest and gently toyed with her nipple. Amy relaxed, and sank into Adam’s open arms. He ran his fingers through her hair. Amy felt so safe. So relaxed. And she drifted off to sleep. When she woke up a half hour later, she was sweaty and really needed to piss. Rachel had also fallen asleep, and was snoring softly. Amy could feel Adam adjusting, so she knew he was awake. “Hey Adam?” “Yea?” “I need to pee.” "You're wearing a diaper." Adam said, half laughing. "I know, but I just got off hard. I need to go." "You haven't wet one yet...have you?" Amy blushed. "No...." Adam smiled. "You have got to try it." Amy blushed deeper red. She tried her best to relax. She took a deep breath and tried to let go. But she couldn't. She was too anxious. She knew that Adam was right, she should just relax. But it wasn't that easy. "I'm trying, but I can't," she said, frustration evident in her voice. Amy blushed again. She tried to ignore the fact that Adam was watching her intently, his hand idly stroking Rachel's stomach as he watched Amy. Amy took another deep breath. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation. She could feel the pressure building inside her. She tried to relax her muscles and let go. Amy felt the warmth spreading through her diaper. She heard the soft sounds of liquid against the plastic backing. She opened her eyes and looked at Adam. He smiled at her, encouraging her. "That's it," he said. "Just let it happen." Amy felt a sense of relief wash over her. She let out a small sigh and allowed herself to fully relax. She felt the last of the pressure release from her body. She smiled back at Adam, feeling proud of herself. "Good girl." Adam whispered. Amy blushed. He had said the same thing last time. She blushed even deeper when she realized that she liked it. "It feels so warm and comfy." Amy said. "I'm glad you like it," Adam said. Amy looked down and noticed that Adam had an erection. She giggled. "Someone likes it when girls piss their diapers." "You caught me." he said. Amy gently rubbed his cock with the back of her hand. Adam's hand shifted from Rachel to Amy's stomach. He began to slowly rub Amy's belly. Amy loved the feeling. She thought back to being little. Her dad used to do this all the time, when he would read her a bedtime story. Amy closed her eyes and savored the moment. She felt Adam's hand move lower, brushing against the front of her diaper. Amy opened her eyes and saw that Adam had moved closer to her. His face was inches from hers. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. Amy felt a surge of excitement run through her body. "You are so beautiful," Adam whispered. Amy smiled and kissed him back. Adam's hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against her slit through the plastic of her diaper. "So wet," he said. Amy blushed and nodded. She kissed him again, more passionately this time. Adam's fingers slipped beneath the top of her diaper, and began to explore. Amy moaned softly into his mouth as he fingered her. She could feel her arousal building. She wanted him inside her. Adam broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. "I....I do...but I don't," Amy replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Adam smiled. "I won't go further than you want me too. Just let me know if I make you uncomfortable in any way." Amy nodded, and Adam smiled. Adam slid down a little bit. He started to suck on her nipples as he fingered her. Amy moaned and arched her back. She loved the way Adam touched her. His fingers were skilled and gentle. He knew just the right way to caress her, to make her feel good. Amy closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. She felt a warmth building inside of her. It started in her stomach and spread throughout her body. She could feel Adam's breath against her skin. She could smell his cologne. She loved it. Adam's fingers moved faster, and Amy moaned louder. She could feel an orgasm approaching. She tried to hold it off, but it was too late. She came hard, her body shaking with pleasure. Adam slowed his fingers and kissed her on the forehead. Amy smiled and kissed him back. Amy opened her eyes and looked around. Rachel was still asleep next to her. "She's out cold." Amy whispered. "You really wore her out." Adam said. Amy smiled. "We both did." "We should probably wake her up." Adam said. Amy nodded in agreement. Amy gently shook Rachel's shoulder. Rachel stirred and opened her eyes. She looked at Amy and smiled. "Hey." she said. "Did you just cum?" Amy blushed. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Rachel laughed. "Honestly, I wasn't sure whether or not I dreamed it." She turned back to Adam. "Did you take good care of her?" she asked. "Of course." Adam replied. Amy looked at Rachel. "I need a diaper change." "You wet!?" Rachel exclaimed. "And I missed it?" Rachel sounded genuinely disappointed. Amy giggled. "It was pretty cool," she said. Rachel nodded. "I'm going to go get the changing pad and a diaper." Amy and Adam watched Rachel walk down the hallway to the diaper closet. Adam smiled at Amy. "Are you having fun?" Amy nodded. "Yeah, a lot. You and Rachel are great. I feel so comfortable around you." Adam kissed her on the forehead. Rachel returned a moment later with the changing pad and another adult diaper. This one was light blue, and had little pictures of teddy bears all over it. Amy giggled when she saw it. "That's adorable." Rachel smiled. "I thought you might like it." She pulled open the changing pad and the adult diaper, gesturing for Amy to come lay down. Amy complied. Rachel made quick work of the change, applying a liberal amount of lotion and powder to Amy's privates and making her coo. Adam watched on, his hand drifting towards his cock every now and again. He was clearly still aroused. Amy blushed every time his fingers wandered. He would blush back and go back to standing at attention. She wanted him. And he wanted her. They both knew it. When she had finished, Rachel went to the restroom, leaving Amy and Adam alone. "Can I ask you a question?" Adam finally broke the silence. "Of course." Adam paused. He was considering his words very carefully. "When I asked whether you wanted to have sex, you said 'I do but I don't...." Amy didn't let him finish the question. She knew where he was going. "It's not you.  You're wonderful. But it's a weird line for me. I'm not worried about hurting James' feelings. It's just… I have never done anything like this before." "I don't want you to feel pressured at all. I just want to know what's going on in your head. I don't want to accidentally cross a line with you." Adam asked. Amy nodded, understanding what he was saying. "Thank you Adam. That means a lot." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "You know, I've never been with another guy besides James. Not even a kiss. I've always wondered what it would be like. But James isn't the most sexual person in the world, and I didn't want to risk losing him. He's a good guy. But he's not that into sex." She paused, and Adam sat attentively, just listening. "I know if he knew what I was doing, it would crush him. It might be the end of our relationship. But I am so pent up. It's been so long. And you and Rachel are so kind, and understanding, and patient, and sexy… I just get lost in it." Amy took a deep breath, and continued, "I don't want it to be a one time thing. I want to keep doing this. I love... this. I want to keep exploring this." Her words caught in her throat. "I know it's so selfish. But... I've never felt way before. It feels so good. And it's not just the sex. It's the care, and attention, and feeling wanted. I've never felt so wanted." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I feel like he doesn't even see me. Am I a bad person because I want someone to want me?" Adam reached out and put a hand on her shoulder, comforting her. Amy took a deep breath and looked up at Adam, smiling through her tears. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound so negative. It's just, I've been thinking about all this stuff a lot lately, and it's nice to finally talk about it." Adam shook his head and wiped a tear from her cheek. "Don't apologize. I'm glad you trust me enough to talk about this with me." He kissed her forehead. "And you're not a bad person." He smiled. "You're beautiful, and kind, and smart. And you deserve to be happy." Amy smiled and hugged Adam tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Adam held her for a moment before letting go. He looked into her eyes, his expression serious. "I'm not going to pressure you into anything you don't want. And I'm not going to judge you for anything you do want. You have the freedom to make whatever choices you want. Just know that whatever you choose, I will respect you." Amy nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you, Adam. That means more than you know." She kissed him softly on the lips. Adam smiled and kissed her back. They sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, when Rachel came back. She stretched and yawned. "Man, where does the time go? It's almost one in the morning." "What?!" Amy jolted upright. She dashed to the front hall and tore open her purse, looking for her phone. 12:52 AM. She unlocked it and mentally prepared herself for a couple dozen "Where are you?" texts and calls from James. What she found was so much worse. No new notifications. Her heart sank. Amy was still standing in the entryway when Rachel and Adam joined her. “What’s wrong?” Adam asked. Amy recovered and spoke. "Nothing. I just have to get going." Rachel knew she was lying. The look on her face told Amy quite clearly and Rachel had clocked her. She was pretty sure that Adam could also tell, but he wasn't going to press the issues. Rachel looked tempted to, but decided against it. Instead, Rachel threw her arms around Amy. "Awww.... I hate it when you leave. I love you babe, drive safe." Adam gave her a hug too and kissed her forehead. "Love you princess."