Neighbors, Part Eleven (Patreon)

Eleven.

There was no mention of that night’s encounter after that. Once more, I could almost convince myself that it hadn’t actually happened and that it was just a dream.

I was haunted by the same feeling after I had first told Veronica about my desire to introduce ageplay to our dynamic. But, like what happened when I told her about ageplay, I worried that one day her ‘handy’ work and comment about owning me would come back to bite me.

Lucy and I had plans again to meet for dinner Wednesday night, and I had just barely been able to keep it together for the early half of the week. I liked Lucy. She was excellent at flirting, and her texts were a near constant source of excitement. No matter the time, and regardless of where I was, I could count on her to make me blush with her words. Despite the fact that we would only be meeting for the second time, things felt like they were ramping up. I think we were  both becoming more open with each other in our texts. We seemed ready. Ready for what, it was hard to say - though it often felt like we were both counting on our connection to be the much-needed outlet for our kinky needs that we both seemed to desperately need.

It seemed a little dangerous, but in a fun way.

Veronica, for her part, had backed off a little. She would ask little questions now and then about how things were going with Lucy, or she’d ask about our plans - but she barely needed details. I wondered if this was harder for her than she thought it’d be.

Or...if it was just easier to divert even more attention to Ashley.

Speaking of, Ashley became a near constant-presence in our apartment. She was beginning to seem less like a neighbor and more like a roommate. A roommate that I wanted to fuck. A roommate that I wanted to sit on my chest while they filled their diaper and…

Well, I had a lot of feelings about Ashley. Even with the presence of Lucy in my life, I could never quite ‘get over’ Ashley.

“Big date tonight, hmm?” Ashley asked. I had just come home from working in the office, and she was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some water and reading her phone.

“I...well, yeah,” I said. “Is...Veronica here?”

“No, she had some sort of business function downtown,” she said.

I wanted to ask her what she was doing in our apartment alone, but I could never have brought myself to actually ask. To her credit, she seemed to suss out my need for that answer herself.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m here,” she said. “I get kind of lonely upstairs. Even when you guys aren’t here, I don’t feel as alone here.”

“Oh,” I said. It both did and didn’t make sense to me.

“Veronica said it was okay,” she added. “In fact - it was her idea. She gave me a key.”

“Is that so?” I wasn’t upset, but I wondered what else Veronica would be willing to do without talking to me first.

“So, big date,” she said, trying to clear the awkwardness from the room. Either she was oblivious to my lingering questions on Veronica giving her a key - or she was well aware and didn’t want to be the one to have that talk with me. I could certainly respect that. “Excited?”

I sighed. I wasn’t ever going to be able to give her the cold shoulder. “I am,” I said. “Quite excited, actually.”

“Are you going to wear a...diaper?”

I felt myself blushing a little. I wondered how much I should say.

“Well...we talked about that a little…”

“I think you should,” she said, her lips twisting into a naughty grin.

“You think so?”

“Oh, for sure. She is going to be a mommy-type for you, right?”

I shrugged. Yes, she was absolutely right, but I was trying to be a little coy about it. “I suppose that might be part of the long-term plans. Should we get there.”

“It’d be cute,” she said. “It’s like a statement, right? You’re saying: ‘This is how much I trust you.’”

“So you’d wear a diaper on your second date?” I asked.

“Well....I’m new to diapers,” she said, laughing. “And Vee and I…” her voice trailed off as she thought it over a little bit more. “Actually, yeah. I guess I would. I mean, it won’t be our second date, but next time we go out again, I’d definitely wear a diaper whether she asked me to or not.”

Of course she would, I thought. She’s so perfectly...baby.

“You’ve convinced me,” I said.

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll wear a diaper tonight.”

She clutched her hands to her face and giggled a little. “That’s going to be so fun!”

I’d let her think this was her idea. She didn’t need to know that this had practically been decided during the first night Lucy and I met.

“Will you show me?” Ashley asked. She certainly didn’t need to, but she had turned on the adorable puppy-dog eyes.

“Show you...the diaper?”

“After you put it on,” she said. “I...I could even help you put one on if you wanted.”

I carefully took a step or two towards another of the kitchen chairs, positioning the back of the chair between her line of sight and the slowly growing bulge in my pants. I really wanted that. Maybe more than I wanted to go on this date.

But it was a terrible idea.

“Maybe next time,” I said.

She laughed and nodded. I wondered if her offer had actually been a joke. Would I have looked like a fool if I had said yes?

“So,” I said, hoping to change the subject a little. “What about you? Still exploring the world of diapers with…” It was surprisingly hard to finish the sentence, but I pushed through: “...Veronica?”

She blushed a little. “Yes… I have you to thank for that.”

I was sure she meant it as a genuine compliment, but it didn’t feel like one.

“She’s treating you well?” I asked. “As a...mommy?”

“She’s learning,” Ashley said. “But I am too. We’re learning together, you know? It’s kind of exciting.”

“It sounds like it, sure.”

“That stuff that Vee said the other night? About...like, a playdate? Do you think you’d ever actually go for that?”

I sighed. That was a tricky question, and I wasn’t entirely sure that Ashley could imagine the complete answer to that. “It certainly sounds fun,” I said.

“I’d like it,” she said with a shrug.

So would I.

“I don’t know,” she added, seeming to ponder aloud, “I guess it’s silly to say that someone’s an ‘expert’ on being a, uh, big baby. But, while I try to grow more acclimated to the role, I just think that I’d kind of like the company of someone who feels more attuned with their...baby side. Does that make sense?”

“It does,” I said. “And I don’t think that’s silly.”

“Have you ever had that?” she asked.

“Another baby to play with?”

She nodded.

“No. It sounds nice. I think I would’ve liked that too.”

“She changed me the other day,” she said. “Did she tell you?”

Sweet precious Ashley - she seemed oblivious to the tension between Veronica and I, especially in regards to the ageplay. I sometimes wondered how much of that was willful.

“I think I connected the dots the other day,” I said. “When you ran back upstairs to get a fresh diaper.”

Her cheeks grew a little more pink. “I liked it. Being changed, you know?”

I nodded. I didn’t actually know - I hadn’t had that pleasure just yet. Fingers crossed, though. I suppose I could’ve had a little jealousy over the fact that Ashley seemed to have just stumbled into this world and was already further ahead in it than I was, but it didn’t seem worth it. I was happy that she was happy.

“It’s one of those things, I guess,” she said, “where I had no idea that it was something I’d want. And now that I’m here...I just can’t get enough.”

“I know that feeling,” I said. “All too well.”

“Hey,” she said, her tone softening a little. Her cheeks glowed a little pinker once more.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember that night? When we met at the bar? And…”

I nodded. I remembered that quite well.

“Was that weird?”

I laughed. “It wasn’t...you know...the most completely normal thing.”

“Is it bad that I want to do that again?”

“Kiss me?”

She nodded.

“That depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you.”

“No, I don’t think that’s a bad thing to want.”

“I guess I didn’t come here just to sit in silence waiting for Vee to get home.”

I should have seen that coming.

“Oh...so…”

“I guess I wanted to see you,” she said.

I felt my bottom lip trembling. Gosh, I wanted this so fucking bad. Except…

“But...I’m supposed to be going out tonight. With Lucy.”

“I know,” she said. Her eyes looked down to the table. She looked ashamed for just asking.

“Maybe not tonight,” I said. “But...I’d like that too. More than I can even say.”

She nodded. She looked disappointed - more in herself than me.

And me? I couldn’t believe I was turning her down. But I had to get ready for my date with Lucy. Lucy. I wanted to see her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to show her I was wearing a diaper again.

That was tonight’s focus. It had to be.

“I can have a raincheck, can’t I?” I asked.

She nodded again.

“Promise?”

Another nod.

“Are we bad people?” she asked.

“How so?”

“I dunno,” she said softly. “I mean...I’m going to assume you didn’t tell Vee about the last time. And I certainly didn’t. And if we do anything again...I imagine we probably won’t say anything to her about it.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I wasn’t about to say that it made us ‘bad,’ but there was certainly something underhanded about it. I added: “It’s complicated. Everything is.” I had no idea if that helped her or not, but it helped me. It made me feel like I could put off thinking about the ramifications of bad decisions long enough so that I could actually make the bad decisions.

“I shouldn’t hold you up from getting ready,” she said.

“Are you going to stick around the apartment?”

“If you don’t mind. I feel comfortable here.”

“I don’t mind,” I said with a smile.

I excused myself, going into the bedroom before closing the door behind me.

Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out.

One moment I’d feel impressed with myself for not just giving into my more primal urges. The next I would be kicking myself.

Seeing Lucy? Building something with her? That felt like a good thing. But doing something with Ashley behind Veronica’s back didn’t seem that good.

But I want it so bad.

Fuck it.

I turned around and walked back to the door. When I opened it, I found that Ashley was already there - standing on the other side, waiting for me.

“Hi,” she said, biting her lower lip.

“Hi.”

“Did you forget something?” she asked.

“Maybe. One little thing.”

We both stepped forward, meeting within the doorframe. Our arms were around each other and our mouths were locked together.

As we kissed, our bodies moved in unison through the bedroom and onto the bed. I landed on my back, with her landing on top of me. Her hands tucked themselves under me, and I could feel them cruising down to my ass where she was feeling to see what the situation was like.

“I...I haven’t put a diaper on yet, if that’s what you’re looking for,” I said.

“A shame,” she said, just barely fitting the words in between a deep breath and shoving her tongue into my mouth.

She pulled her face back again for a moment. “But feel free to explore my pants,” she said with a smile.

I wouldn’t need to be told twice.

My hands grasped at her waist, and as I guided them to her backside, the thick padding under her tight jeans was immediately apparent. She moaned gently as I gave her thick bottom a gentle squeeze.

“I wish I was wearing one too,” I said.

“Next time,” she quickly replied.

Another deep long kiss would have to suffice as my response to that.

My hands pawed at the button to her jeans, and when I managed to blindly open her pants I gave them a few quick tugs - pulling them down just enough so that I could get a good look at her diaper.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Of course I do.”

“It’s dry,” she said. It almost seemed as if she was pouting about that.

“Do you wish that it wasn’t?”

“I dunno. What do you think? Do you think you’d like it more if I was on top of you while in a wet diaper?”

“You’d have to do it and find out.”

She giggled. “I wish I could.”

“Pee shy?”

She nodded bashfully.

“Believe me,” I said, “this right here? This is already amazing.”

My eyes glanced over to the alarm clock. I wished I had more time. But I wasn’t about to tell her to get off of me. But she had seen me look at the clock. She knew that I’d soon have places to be. With a sigh she rolled off of me onto her back on the bed next to me.

“That was fun,” she said.

“The problem is that it just makes me want even more.”

“Yeah…”

For a few minutes we didn’t say anything. We didn’t even touch each other - we just lied on the bed together. For that moment, it was nice - just being there together.

“I’ll let you get dressed,” she finally said, sitting up. “Don’t forget your diaper.”

“How could I forget a thing like that?” I asked.

“Just making sure.”

I realized that if I had already gone against my better judgement in choosing this time to make out with her, maybe I might as well reverse every decision I made this afternoon.

“You can help me get into my diaper if you want.”

Her eyes lit up for a moment, but she shook her head. “If I did that...I doubt you’d ever get to your date.”

She was probably right.

“What’s going on here?” I didn’t so much ask it as I just blurted it out.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You do like Veronica, right?”

“Oh...yes.” She nodded. “Very much so.”

That didn’t help me make any more sense of this.

“Are you worried about Veronica?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug. “That’s certainly a pickle.”