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Wet American Fall (Chapter 4)
🕑 Added 2019-07-28 17:01:01 +0000 UTCChapter 4
When I finally opened the bathroom door, Melissa rushed inside.
‘’What were you guys doing in there?! I mean, I gotta give it to you, he’s kinda hot, but I’m having an emergency over here.’’ She leaned in closer to whisper in my face. ‘’I started leaking…’’
She was oddly giddy for someone who had drops of urine sliding down her legs from her drenched diaper. She was clearly drunk and perhaps under the influence of some other substance.
‘’Geez, get inside. I hid a Pull-Up in the cupboard, you can change.’’
‘’Okay thanks mom!’’ She gushed, giggling.
‘’Are you high?’’
‘’So, were you and that guy hitting it off or what?’’
‘’Not exactly.’’ I glanced around, as if to make sure he wasn’t still lurking in the shadows. ‘’How do you even know this guy?’’
‘’I don’t… I thought he was with you. Maybe he’s a friend of someone here… He did look at me very weirdly when he got out of the bathroom, I thought I was interrupting something.”
“Far from it, you kind of saved the day… I think.”
I knew I had to rectify the situation somehow. After admitting to Gabriel that the baby stuff was Melissa’s, I felt bad for trying to save my neck like that. I just could not allow him to believe I wore Pull-Ups or used a pacifier… for obvious reasons.
The thought of admitting to owning those items reminded me that I actually liked them and I had a hard time coming to terms with my own kinky preferences. It was better that way. Turns out he didn’t even know Mel in the first place, so what did he care?
Nevertheless, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t being fair to her. After all, those were actually technically mine, if you considered the fact that I bought them for her.
‘’Frankie? Are you even listening to me?’’ She had a puzzled look on her face, and I mean more than her usual drunkenly clueless expression.
‘’I’m sorry there’s something I have to do. You change your Pull-Up, you big baby.’’
I gave her a pat on the butt and exited the bathroom.
***
Our apartment was a mess. I guess that’s what happens when no one is there to clean up after everyone. I made my way through a bunch of loud college students playing beerpong in the living room, looking for Gabriel.
I finally spotted him, alone, leaning against the kitchen counter, pouring himself another drink. I observed him for a moment before engaging. Melissa was right, he was actually pretty good looking, in his arrogant, despicably entitled way.
When he noticed I was coming his way, I could tell his facial expression changed from his resting smug face to a faux sympathetic smile. Clearly he was expecting a confrontation, he spoke before I could.
‘’Look, I’m sorry if I went too far. I get it, you were protecting your friend and her medical issues aren’t my business.’’
‘’The Pull-Up is not hers, you idiot.’’ I chided. ‘’ When I said it was Melissa’s, I was talking about the pacifier. The adult-sized pacifier She uses it to go to raves or something, to avoid grinding her teeth. I don’t know, I’m not into that scene.’’
‘’Oh. so you’re saying the other thing…’’
‘’...Is my cousin’s, like I told you. Her name is Ashley, she still wets the bed sometimes and she slept over recently so she brought her Pull-Ups with her. It’s not a big deal, I was just hiding it because I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea. What do you want me to say, you really think I still pee my pants?’’
I enjoyed thoroughly the confused look in his eyes as he stared at me. He couldn’t tell whether I was lying or not and so he had no choice but to take my word for it. I decided to push it a little further.
‘’So are you satisfied now, or are you going to keep obsessing over it?”
‘’I’m not obsessed.’’ He retorted as I was switching the narrative on him, framing the situation from a different perspective.
‘’Well it’s all you’ve been talking about… you know, if you want to keep that diaper, I can give it to you. My cousin’s not coming back for a while, maybe you can try it on.’’
I had him in the palm of my hand, all I could do now is play with him a little before tossing him away.
‘’That’s very funny.’’ He admitted. ‘’You’re good at this, aren’t you? The clever stuff… I bet most people fall for it too.’’
‘’But let me guess, you’re not ‘’most people’’?’’
‘’Look, I might not be as clever as you, but I’m not blind. You were acting very strange earlier, like you have something to lose from me finding out. So I know you’re involved in whatever’s going on. And your friend Melissa? She’s wearing a diaper right now.’’
Melissa was clumsily shuffling the hem of her dress across the room. She had just exited the bathroom after changing into a dry Pull-Up and was now tottering towards the kitchen.
‘’What you do privately is your concern, I’m an open-minded guy. I’m just curious, that’s all. You don’t have to tell me anything… but I’m not buying your bullshit.’’
My jaw almost dropped. I was stumped. I wasn’t sure what to do, there was no use trying to deny it. He must’ve seen the pee running down Melissa’s legs when he got out of the bathroom or she might’ve unknowingly flashed her undies in front of him for all I knew.
My mind was racing. Should I go down the ‘’medical problem’’ road? That would certainly shut him up. Who would make fun of an incontinent 21 year old? Or maybe I could say she only wore them when she took drugs, he’d probably buy that, she was completely wasted.
It just felt unfair to Mel to throw her under the bus like that when I was the one who made her wear and use her Pull-Ups in the first place. Plus I was the one who got found out. So then I thought, should I take the blame? Tell him I made her wear them? He certainly knew I had something to do with it, but I’d be running the risk to expose myself as a ‘’diaper-loving freak’’. Maybe I should just say nothing and leave it up to his imagination.
‘’You know what?’’ He continued before I could utter a reply. ‘’I don’t want to know. It’s your thing. But just so we’re clear… I think it’s kind of hot. In a weird, twisted way.’’
‘’Oh you’re such a weird, twisted guy.’’ I mocked. ‘’ I bet you have a blog for your ’deep-dark fantasies’ full of dudes in suits and masks. So edgy. So original.’’
‘’And I bet you love looking at it while you’re touching yourself over a diaper.’’
‘’That’s not my thing, but I might put you in one if you keep annoying me.’’
‘’I’d love to see you try.’’
Well, that conversation had turned rather sexually tense as we maintained eye-contact and sparred verbally.
‘’You know I’m into women, right?’’
‘’I bet you are, too. But you strike me as someone who might be into a lot of different things.’’
‘’How would you feel if those things included shoving a strap-on in your butt?’’
‘’I’d say you might get hurt… can those things be used to spank?’’
‘’I’m a hard-ass, remember?’’
‘’Why don’t we go to your room and you can prove it?’’
Wow. That escalated quickly.
Comments
I never wrote the word lesbian, who knows what exactly Frankie is into...
Didn’t frankie say she was a lesbian? I don’t know many lesbians who talk to men like that just saying
