Neighbors, Part 21 (Patreon)
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Twenty-One.
“Can I be honest with you? I feel a little silly right now.”
You’re the one who feels silly? I was the one lying on my back on the bed I shared with my wife - pants removed, diaper opened and damp baby wipes lapping at my tender skin.
I didn’t say anything.
“It’s not your fault, per se,” Lucy continued, sliding the wet diaper out from under me. “I’m kind of frustrated with myself right now.”
“Why?” I asked, with very little volume in my voice. Having a woman lift your legs into the air while changing your diaper had its effects on my confidence.
“I said that I wasn’t looking for anything serious,” she said with a shrug. “Remember? When we first started talking?”
I nodded.
“But then I went and got...I don’t know. Attached.”
I felt like I should apologize, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
“Like, I should have known what was going to happen. I knew you were married. And, sure you’re poly or open...or whatever it is that you and Vee are doing - so I always knew something like this would happen. But...I just…”
She wrapped up the old diaper and set it aside before unfurling the fresh diaper to change me into. It occurred to me that it was her first time changing my diaper when I wasn’t erect. This had much more to do with the fact that Lucy was spilling her guts to me - while a party took place above us - than it had to do with me not be excited by having her change me again.
“...I changed your messy diaper,” she said. “Doesn’t that mean something?”
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t like you,” I said.
She sighed. “No, you’re right, you’re right. But...I saw something between you and Ashley. And maybe you feel the same way about me, I don’t know. But it just triggered something in my mind. This...question.”
“What question?” I asked?
“Am I just a Mommy to you?”
It was hard to answer that question as she wrapped another diaper around me. But even if that hadn’t been the case, I still had no idea how to answer that question.
I liked how Lucy treated me. LIke a baby.
I liked how Lucy talked to me. Like a baby.
I liked how Lucy made me feel. Like a baby.
Maybe I did know how to answer that question.
I opened my mouth to say something, when there was a knock on the bedroom door. That could only be one person.
“Come in,” Lucy said.
The opened door revealed a bashful Ashley, nibbling her fingernail as she gave a small wave to us.
“Uhm...Vee told me that I should come down here because…” She couldn’t even say the words out loud.
“Are you another soggy baby?” Lucy asked.
Ashley’s eyes dropped to me, on my back in a fresh diaper while a wet one was balled up next to me. There was the slightest bit of relief in her eyes, seeing that she wasn’t the only one.
Ashley nodded.
“Come, lie down on the bed, Baby,” Lucy said. “I’ll take care of you.” She then turned back to me: “And you should go back to the party. Or, at least, wait for us in the living room. It’d be rude to watch a little girl get her diaper changed.”
I watched as Ashley turned an entirely new shade of pink.
“Actually,” Ashley said, looking back to me from Lucy again. “Could he stay? I’d like it if he stayed.”
Lucy smiled. It wasn’t a wicked or mischievous grin - it was the look of someone who had just seen a puppy, or who was watching the final scene in a rom-com.
She might have looked a little jealous, too.
“Of course he can stay,” Lucy said. “But, he’s going to have to stay on his back. Like a baby.”
I nodded.
“And,” Lucy added, “he’s going to have to suck his thumb.”
I slowly raised my hand to my mouth, letting my thumb slip between my lips.
It was probably the most infantile state Ashley had ever seen me in. I was a little embarrassed.
But then she laid down on the bed next to me, looked at me, and put her own thumb in her mouth.
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The changing of our diapers seemed to coincide with the changing of the tone of the party. The earlybirds slowly made their exit and a few late arrivals dropped by. Ashley’s coworkers and acquaintances outnumbered my and Veronica’s friends, and the younger energy had an almost immediate effect on the vibe.
The music got a little louder. There seemed to be more drinks in hand. I could smell the pot long before a joint got passed in my direction.
It had been Veronica’s party before, but now it was entirely Ashley’s.
Ashley seemed to be in her element. She was dancing and laughing while she bopped from group to group.
Meanwhile, I felt old. Well, I feel like a baby. But I also felt old.
Things were getting a little fuzzy. I had made small talk here and there - I was pretty sure I had a good conversation about using pizza stones too - and I was enjoying myself. Occasionally, my brain would itch a little with the thought of the unfinished business between Lucy and I.
“Am I just a Mommy to you?”
Oh, and I had unfinished business with Ashley too.
I got some more punch.
“Careful,” a voice said as I ladled some liquid into my cup from the punch bowl. Two arms wrapped around my torso from behind. “I hear that stuff is strong!”
“Are you having a good time?” I asked Ashley. I didn’t need to see her face to know who it was.
“Uh huh,” she said. “What about you?”
“This has been fun,” I said.
“I don’t know where Vee is,” she said.
“I’m not sure that I do either,” I replied.
“I haven’t seen Lucy in a while either.”
“You think they’re together?” I asked.
“I dunno.”
She rested her head on my back. It felt good, being so close to her.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“I...really liked getting my diaper changed while you were next to me.”
I was happy she couldn’t see my face, because I felt like I had turned crimson.
“I liked that too.”
“Can I...tell you something else?”
“Of course.”
“So...when Vee told me to go down to your apartment to, uhm, get a change? I really wanted to, uh…”
“Really wanted to what?” I asked.
“I was just feeling so small,” she said. “Like, I dunno, I couldn’t think of the consequences or about if anyone would see me or not.”
“Yeah?”
“All I could think about was that I wanted to…” She paused, and when she spoke again, her voice had become even quieter. It was almost impossible to hear her over the music and the people talking. I just barely was able to make out her words: “I wanted to mess my diaper before I went to your apartment.”
I laughed, and I could feel her laughing against my back as well.
“That would’ve been quite the surprise for Lucy.”
“I wasn’t thinking about Lucy. I was just...squatting in the hallway, trying to force something into my diaper. But I gave up.”
“Why did you want to do that?”
“I...wanted to show you how much of a baby I can be.”
“You don’t have to do anything to impress me,” I said. “Promise.”
“But what would you have done if I had?” she asked.
“Creamed my diaper.”
We both laughed.
“I should probably wait to say this,” she said. “But...I’m feeling kind of floaty and…”
“We’re all feeling kind of floaty right now,” I said.
“I never thought of the ‘L’ word,” she said. “Like that word specifically.”
“Love?”
“That’s the one. But...I think I share the sentiment.”
It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but it was better than the alternative.
“I like you,” she said. “A lot.”
“Well...you know how I feel about that already.”
“I like Vee too.”
“I know,” I said.
“I want both.”
I didn’t say anything. I wanted her to have both. But it just felt so complicated.
“I’m going to tell her that I want both of you,” she said.
I had expected to have a panic attack at hearing those words, but I smiled instead. “Yeah?”
“She needs to know.”
“I’ll tell her too,” I said.
“What are you telling her?”
“That I want you too.”
“What about Lucy?”
Lucy’s pre-party words came back to me: Stop waiting for the worst case scenario and live your life. She probably didn’t expect me to embrace those words when it came to my feelings towards her, but she wasn’t wrong.
“I tell her what I want,” I said with a shrug. “What else can I do?”
“Kiss me?”
I didn’t hesitate to spin around to face her. The rest of the room was a blur; just reduced to a hum and vague moving shapes. Ashley was the only thing I could see. We leaned forward at the same time, our lips connecting again.
I wondered, for a moment, what this looked like. Veronica’s husband. Ashley’s neighbor’s husband. Is that a thing? Can they kiss each other like that? Maybe Lucy and Veronica were in the room with us. Maybe they were just three feet away, their arms crossed as they watched in frustration.
We were kissing. We were making out. We were...kind of a mess. Our wet slobbery mouths smacked against the other’s and little moans and grunts were being sprinkled in for good measure. We might have been making a scene, but neither of us seemed bothered enough to take a look around and find out.
I felt everything hit me at once. The punch. The pot. The passion. It was an intoxicated lust, and I was barely able to control myself with her in my arms. It was safe to assume that Ashley felt the same way, given the way she was grabbing at me - always trying to pull me even closer when we already pressed together.
“We need to get out of here,” I said to her.
“Why?” she asked.
I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for her. “Any second now, I think we’re both going to end up in just our diapers. And I don’t know that anyone here wants to see that.”
“I bet they would,” she said with a giggle.
“Okay...maybe they’d like to see that, but they shouldn’t.”
“Let’s go,” she said with a nod.
We had only walked about five feet together when she paused. I turned to her to see why she stopped, only to find that she was squatting a little with her eyes closed.
“Wait,” I said. “Ash, are you…?”
I wondered who, if anyone, would have known what she was doing. Had there been no music, would they have heard it happen?
She had just messed her diaper right there. She had become the party-pooper.
“We really need to go,” I said. I took her hand in mine and we quickly fled her apartment.
Things were getting even fuzzier.
We had just bailed on Ashley’s own party, and I certainly hadn’t been thinking about whether or not Veronica was still there. We stumbled down the hall and down the stairs - it was a miracle that neither of us had fallen on our diapered bottoms - especially Ashley, who was carrying a heavier load than she had been just moments prior.
We loudly whispered half-thoughts to each other as we walked to my apartment.
“Did you really just…”
“I can’t believe I…”
“Is Veronica...? Is...Lucy...?”
“I...stink…”
“You’re...stinky…”
“Hey...you said...if I pooped...then…”
“I’m...trying...I don’t think I can…”
The apartment door was flung open, and I had no recollection of shutting it behind me. We barreled through the apartment as a cluster of limbs wrapped around each other. We didn’t know where we were going or what we’d do when we got there.
I pinned her against the wall, my diaper pressed against hers. She moaned into my ear as her dirty bottom was sandwiched and we began to kiss again.
We wanted more. We wanted everything. But the closer to the bed we got, the more the night’s toll on us could be felt. We were slowing down, and by the time we landed on top of the bed together, we were mostly just looking for comfortable cuddling positions. I always forgot I could be such a sleepy drunk.
I was the big spoon, with Ashley’s messy diaper nestled in my lap.
As best as I could tell, it was the best night of sleep I had ever had.