Neighbors, Part Twelve (Patreon)

Twelve.

“It’s not polite to keep a lady waiting,” Lucy said, tapping her wrist sarcastically.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long,” I said, a little out of breath from the hasty pace I kept to ensure that I wasn’t later than I already was.

“I was actually a little late myself,” she said with a laugh. “Considering that I live in this neighborhood, that’s kind of embarrassing. But I feel a little better seeing that I still beat you here.”

“It was just one of those nights,” I said. “It’s only on the nights that you have plans that the universe seems to throw obstacles in your path.”

“At least we’re here now.”

I nodded.

“Well?” she asked with a smile. “Turn around. Let me take a peek.”

It was deja vu from our first date - almost the exact same situation, just in a different place. I remembered how nervous I was then, and my cautious looks around.

But there was none of that this time. Without a second thought, I turned around so that she could peer into the back of my pants. She did so, and she offered an affirmative hum after.

A young woman who was just leaving the bar took a look at us and giggled to herself as she walked away. I couldn’t be sure if she actually saw anything - but the situation itself had to look pretty comical from her vantage point.

“You have a backpack, I see,” Lucy said - pointing to my black pack. We both knew what was in it, but she’d want to hear me say it.

“It’s just...extra things,” I said.

“Is it a diaper bag?”

I felt my cheeks warm. “Maybe.”

“We’re going to call it a diaper bag,” she said with a grin. “Come on, let’s go in and get some seats.”

It had been a crazy afternoon, and most of my journey to the bar was spent just replaying the events with Ashley over and over in my head. It felt unfair to both of them, honestly. Hell - including Veronica - that was three people that I felt like I was being unfair to in some way, shape, or form.

But I was in Lucy’s company now. And Lucy had a way of getting me to focus on the there-and-now.

“Keeping yourself dry?” she asked as we were sat at a table. I blushed, knowing the hostess who sat us was just barely out of earshot.

“Doing my best,” I said.

“You shouldn’t try so hard.”

“No?”

She smirked. “Be a good boy and wet yourself for me, won’t you?”

“N-now?”

“Whenever you can,” she said.

I nodded.

“You look a little flustered,” she said.

“I guess I’m just not used to being talked to like that.”

“But you like it?”

“Love it.”

“Perfect. Then I imagine you’ll let me know after the little baby is all done wetting his diapers for me?”

I nodded, feeling the heat in my cheeks intensify.

“It’s been a while since I talked to someone like that,” she said. “It feels good.”

Ashley who?

Drinks were ordered. Food was ordered. With both, Lucy had jested that I should either be served with a sippy cup or that I would need to see the children’s menu. Our waitress, a pretty young redhead named Raquelle, rolled with the jokes - clearly not getting the context, but didn’t want to be left out of the opportunity to tease a man on a date.

“Believe it or not, we don’t have any sippy cups,” Raquelle said, placing my lager in front of me. To Lucy: “But if he gets too messy, we can always see if we can’t make him a bib.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Lucy said with a laugh.

If I could’ve, I would've just slid off the chair and curled up under the table.

“Do you think I should’ve told her?” Lucy asked after Raquelle walked away.

“Told her what?”

“That if you were going to make any sort of mess, it’d likely be in your diaper?”

If I had beer in my mouth, I likely would’ve launched it clear across the bar. It might have set some sort of record for distance. Instead, I just sort of choked - caught somewhere between a sigh and a gulp.

She laughed pretty hard at this.

“I won’t lie,” I said. “I realize it’s not exactly ethical to be so...candid like that with strangers. But that feeling when you’re so close to having someone learn too much? It’s a rush.”

“Isn’t it? Though I think it's dangerous for me to know that you feel that way.”

“Probably,” I laughed. “But I imagine you’re dangerous enough without my input.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “But I’m warning you now, if you mess your diaper at this table, I’m going to tell poor Raquelle that you did.”

I blushed yet again. “That seems fair, though I doubt I’d do that.”

“Even if I asked you to?”

“You...you would do that?”

“Let's say that I did ask you to. Would you?”

I sighed. “If you actually asked me to? If you seriously expected to do that? Yeah...probably.”

“Well then, there you go. If I ask you to mess your diaper - you will. And if you do as you're told, I’d have to go and tell Miss Raquelle. And while I don’t want to speak for this young lady who is just trying to do her job - I suspect that she’d get a little bit of a kick out of that situation.”

It was a nice fantasy to imagine playing out. Later, I might even stroke myself while thinking about that scenario playing out exactly as she described it.

“Lactation?” Lucy asked, breaking my daydream about dirty accidents being exposed to cute waitresses. It was like being shoved out of one daydream and into another.

“Oh...uh, yeah. What about it, now?”

“You said you were interested?”

I nodded. “And you did say that it was a wish of yours too, yes? No experience with that?”

She laughed. “No, I’ve never lactated. I told myself once that I’d do it for the right guy. But, that was a long time ago, and as it turns out, no guy is ever good enough. That’s a big commitment on my part, you know? Training myself to lactate without actually having to get pregnant? I’ve changed my mind on it a little.”

“Yeah?” I took another sip of my beer.

“Well,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t have to do it for anyone else, you know? I can do it for myself. And if there just so happens to be someone who can take advantage of Mommy’s milky udders, then that seems like a good deal to me.”

There it was. That was the spit-take that I knew I had in me. I sprayed the top of the table with beer. I expected her to recoil, but she just laughed before helping me clean up the mess with her napkin.

“Do we need more napkins?” asked Raquelle who happened to be passing by at that moment.

“Please,” I said, probably looking as embarrassed as I felt.

“Oh don’t worry too much about it,” Raquelle said with a wry smirk. “Some boys have trouble staying clean, don’t they?”

She was already gone before my mouth could open to respond.

“She knows, right?” I asked Lucy. “She has to.”

Lucy laughed and shook her head. “I worked in a bar for eight years. You develop a knack for picking out the ones you can tease a little. I set her up, and now she’s just...spiking the ball.”

Well, I don’t need yet another woman to have a crush on.

Raquelle swung by for a moment to drop off some extra napkins. She didn’t say anything, thankfully. But she did leave behind an absurd amount of napkins.

“This is excessive, right?” I asked.

“She knows that little boys can be messy,” Lucy replied with a nod.

“Alright,” I said. “It’s all fun and games until you get me all riled up in the middle of a bar. Maybe we get to know each other a little bit better?”

“Fine,” she said with a laugh. “If we must. What do you want to know?”

“You said that you’ve been paid for...uh...baby stuff in the past, right? Are you a...sex worker?”

“I suppose I am while I’m taking someone’s money to change their diapers. There are days where I wish that was my primary hustle.”

“And so what is your primary hustle?”

“I work at a nonprofit,” she said with a shrug. “We fund children’s cancer research. I suppose I can sleep easier knowing that I’m not working for some filthy corporation - but most of my days are spent begging said filthy corporations for money.”

“That sounds rather noble,” I said.

“It feels like a normal old job most days,” she said. “I’m told that we do good things. But I don’t think I’m at the vantage point to see them. But what about you?”

“I...work for a filthy corporation,” I said. We both laughed.

“What does that entail?”

“Nothing especially exciting. Project management. I try to make sure everything is on schedule and yell at people when they’re not. Except...I don’t know what anyone actually does. Though I don’t think anyone else has caught on to that.”

She laughed again. “You’re funny.”

“Likewise.”

She put her open hands on the table. I knew what she wanted, and I didn’t hesitate to respond. I set my hands on the table too, fitting them inside hers. It felt good to hold her hands.

“I’m trying not to be too excited by you,” she said.

“No?”

“Dating is mostly just disappointment.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Nobody does, I don’t think. But also, I don’t want to disappoint you either.”

“I’m not sure how you could.”

“Keep thinking that, Baby.”

I blushed.

“So. Are you ready to go ahead and mess your diaper?”

I felt every bit of color drain from my face as my hair seemed to stand on end. “Wait...what? Are you… I mean.... Here? Now? But…”

She let out a loud laugh and shook her head. “I’m teasing you, Baby. But - oh god - you should have seen your face. Wow. That was priceless.”

She got me, and it was funny. But I needed a second or two to recuperate before I could laugh about it. She had me covered though, laughing hard enough for the both of us.

“If you joke like that,” I said, “how will I know when you’re really asking me to do it?”

“You’ll know,” she said.

I believed that.

I don’t know what it was about that moment - the natural feeling I had with Lucy, or the beer, or the conversation. Maybe it was a combination of those things. But it seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to release my bladder.

“I’m sure you’d like to know that I’m wetting myself,” I said.

She smiled. “You’re right.”

Raquelle arrived just in time - thankfully not a moment sooner - with our food in hand. She dropped off a plate in front of each of us before setting down two sets of silverware, each rolled in a napkin. She positioned both closer to Lucy.

“I don’t know if he’s allowed to have sharp objects,” Raquelle said.

“You’re very astute,” Lucy replied with a smile. “I should probably cut up his food for him. And you said that you might have a bib? If needed?”

“Just say the word,” Raquelle said with a wink. “I’ll take care of you.”

And with that, she was off again. I slowly exhaled - almost certain that Lucy was going to further humiliate me with what I had just told her.

“I like her,” Lucy said. “Would it be weird if I asked for her number at the end of the meal?”

“Weird for who?” I asked. “Me? Or her?”

She laughed. “Well how would that make you feel?”

“It doesn’t stop you and I from seeing each other, does it?”

“No,” she said. “Not at all.”

“Then I wish you luck.”

The food was good. The second round of drinks were good...as was the third round. It was even easier than it had been the first time to wet the diaper for a second time. It was so effortless, in  fact, that I almost didn’t even acknowledge it myself. It wasn’t until I was just about done flooding myself that it occurred to me that it was happening.

“Oh…”

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I...I think I just wet myself again,” I laughed.

“You think?”

“I...I most certainly did.”

“Well I hope that diaper holds up.”

“I have spares,” I said, patting the black backpack next to me.

“Ah yes,” she said. “Your diaper bag.”

I shrugged. Somehow wetting myself for the second time hadn’t embarrassed me too much. But her referring to it as my ‘diaper bag’ did the trick.

“I was going to suggest we split dessert,” she said. “But…”

“But?”

“Well, you’re in need of a diaper change. I said I would change your diaper. And...I just so happen to live close by.”

“This had been your plan all along, I assume.”

“Oh please. You must have seen this coming too.”

I had.

“You’re fine with coming to my place?” she asked.

“Do you bite?”

“I’m a little full at the moment,” she said, rubbing her belly. “But I might get peckish later.”

“I’m quite fine with coming over if you’ll have me.”

The stage had been set, and we were both excited about what was next. We made idle small talk while waiting for Raquelle to help us close out our bill. There was excitement in the air, and it filled me with joy to see that she was just as eager as I was.

“I’m disappointed that I never had to get that bib,” Raquelle said as she sidled up to the table.

“Me too,” Lucy said. “Next time we’ll bring our own.”

“I hope that you do,” Raquelle said. “But can I get you two some desserts tonight?”

Lucy and looked at each other, our eyes hungry for something besides food.

“Not tonight,” Lucy said.

“That’s a shame,” she said. “But you’ll come back, right?”

She was looking right at Lucy when she said that.

“I’m pretty sure we’ll see each other again,” Lucy said with a smile.

--

Stepping outside, into the comparatively quiet and fresher air, my hand was in hers. I don’t even remember when it happened, but no part of me wanted to drop her hand.

“My place?” she asked.

I nodded. “Lead the way.”

We were a block away when we heard someone yelling behind us. We both heard it at the same time, and we looked around, wondering if there had been an accident or something.

Someone was running towards us.

We recognized the person at the same time, but Lucy spoke first: “Raquelle?”

My heart sank - sinking deeper than I had felt in some time. She was carrying my backpack. Like an idiot, I had left it at the restaurant.

“Here…” Raquelle said, shoving the backpack into my hands as she tried to catch my breath. “I...wanted to make sure...you had this…”

“Well thank you so much,” Lucy said.

“Y-yeah,” I said. “Thank you. I’m so sorry to have made you run all that way.”

“Oh...it...was nothing,” she said, laughing through some gasping breaths. “...needed the exercise. Besides...it seemed to me like...you’d need that bag.”