Camila had never been happier. She was in Mommy’s room, dressed in a onesie and a thick diaper. Betty had let Camila suck on her beautiful, huge breasts, and put her down for a nap with a pacifier in her mouth. It was almost everything Betty had been ‘threatening’ Camila with since she became Camila’s mommy.
Still over-hydrated from the daycare, Camila had wet her diaper during the nap. Not in her sleep, she wasn’t tired enough to sleep at all. The sheer intensity of the Little experience had her in a daze. Camila’s brain was off the rails and wasn’t coming back to the station.
Mommy had brought her some baby toys to play with. Colored rings that fit together. She showed Mommy proudly each time she put one of the rings together. It wasn’t that she was so far gone, that she couldn’t figure out how to do a one year old’s puzzle. The make believe was fun, as was banging the rings together.
There’d been a diaper check at playtime too, but Mommy had declined to change Camila. It was embarrassing to sit around wet, or at least it had been during playtime. On her back, spacing out, Camila didn’t care about the state of her diaper. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She enjoyed the squishiness. Wetting a second time made it really squishy. Camila giggled.
Mommy came to the bed and stat Camila up on her soggy butt. She took the pacifier out of Camila’s mouth and said something to her. The words were perfectly audible and Camila’s brain agreed that they made sense individually. What her brain didn’t do was link them up into concepts. With Mommy’s words washing over her in a pleasant noise, Camila nodded and smiled.
Betty was still talking. She was frowning a little too, which made Camila frown sympathetically. Mommy patted Camila’s cheek firmly and took Camila’s hands in hers.
“Listen to me, little one. Can you do that?” Mommy said, as Camila’s brain finally woke up enough to focus.
“Okay Mommy. I’m listening.”
“Whew, you had me a little worried there. You went deep into Little Space.”
“Yeah, it was fun!” Camila said, with a giggly bubble and a squishy bounce.
“It was fun for me too and very cute.” Betty said, stroking Camila’s cheek. “It was a lot though. How are you feeling?”
“So good, Mommy!” Camila leaned in and cuddled up to Betty. She would have crawled into her mommy’s lap, but Betty wasn’t giving her the space.
“That’s good. I’m really glad sweetie, but we need to take a break.”
“Aww, but Mommy, I wanna play more.” Camila pouted, nuzzling Betty’s collarbone. “We could do the thing we did at the beginning. You liked that.”
“I did.” Betty said, with a slight blush in her cheeks. “But we are taking a break. I mean it, be a good girl and listen to your Mommy.”
Camila whined and sat back. A break meant losing the Little-euphoria. It meant paying attention to – oh my god, her diaper was soaking. Sudden embarrassment made Camila cringe away from Betty. She was in a sopping diaper and had been for who knows how long.
“There’s my big girl coming back.” Betty said, stroking Camila’s hair. “It doesn’t have to be all at once, but it needs to happen. We have to talk about this a bit.”
“What do you mean?” Camila asked. Worry twisted a small knot in her tummy. “Did I do something bad?”
“No sweetie, you’re a wonderful girl.” Betty said. “You’ve also done more baby stuff than I’ve ever heard of a new sister doing in such a short time. You’d never even worn an adult diaper until Heather put you in one, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I think it’s great you’re so into this, that you like it so much. I think it’s also time to take a longer break. Not just from what we’ve been doing this afternoon, but from wearing protection.”
“But you like it. You wanted me to wear a lot.” Camila clutched Betty’s stuffie, a big fat bumblebee named Mila Beevovich.
“This isn’t the end of us playing. I’m talking about you taking a break from diapers for the rest of the day and tomorrow.” Betty said. “You’ve been wearing continuously since initiation. Let’s introduce some moderation, okay?”
“That makes sense.” Camila said.
Almost all the Little energy was gone. It even felt like a relief to get a chance to be out of diapers for a bit. Except – for that little issue where she’d had a couple of accidents in the past week. She could deal with those though, she always had before.
“I’m glad you agree. What that means is that I’m not going to change you. That’s a baby thing and we’re taking a break from that. You’re going to clean yourself up. Is that okay?”
“I – yeah, of course.” Camila said. It was a super sad thought. She already looked forward to Betty’s gentle attention so much. Having to clean up her wet diaper all by herself felt like a punishment.
“I know hon, it feels weird. You really need a break though. I adore you, but I don’t want to be your whole world. You have the LGBTQA+ Club outing tonight, right? You need to be a regular college student too.”
“Yeah.” Camila sighed, but the hurt was receding. Betty wasn’t going to change her diaper, but she was still looking out for Camila like a mom. “Thanks – Betty.”
“You’re such a good girl.” Betty said, beaming. That smile was like the sun on Camila’s heart. “Have a great time tonight at your outing. Tomorrow we can hang out and I’ll check on your homework just like a regular sorority big sister. That evening we can talk about how much baby stuff we’re going to do next week.”
“That sounds really good.” Camila said. “Can I get a hug?”
“Of course! Always, even when we’re not playing.” Betty leaned over and pulled Camila in for a tight, pillowy hug.
“If you meet someone at the club that you’re attracted to, do NOT feel guilty for flirting with them or pursuing that, okay? You and I aren’t exclusive. My feelings won’t be hurt. I’ll be happy for you and I’ll want to hear all about it.”
“O-okay. But I probably won’t meet anybody that way.” Camila said.
“Mmm hmm. You are a very pretty girl and I’m sure there will be pretty boys and girls at the meeting. You just finished your first week of school. Don’t lock yourself into anything.”
“Thanks. For being – you’re so awesome. I – I love you.” Camila hopped off the bed. Nervous energy jangled in her limbs. She needed to be too far away for Betty to be able to physically respond to her statement.
“I love you too.” Betty said, with another easy smile. “There’s all different kinds of love. We don’t have to get married or even date for me to love you. You’re a great girl. I enjoy taking care of you.”
“Okay thanks Betty you didn’t have to say it back but thanks love you bye.”
Camila was out the door and waddling down the hall before she remembered she was in a onesie and a diaper. Even in the Delta-G house, it was cause for people to stare. Especially considering how wet she was. They weren’t mean stares, but it was still more attention than Camila wanted on her diaper.
Putting a shower, change of clothes, and fresh makeup between herself and those stares restored Camila’s confidence. She was waiting for her nails to dry when Lamara came into the room.
“Hi Camila. You’re dressed fancy. Is there an event?”
“Yeah, a group outing at the LGBTQA+ club. You want to come along?”
“No, I don’t date.”
“It’s not – you don’t have to do that, it’s just to meet people.”
“That’s what people say, but everyone’s always interested in dating at those things.” Lamara said. “I end up with nothing to do and disappointed people that are upset at me.”
“You don’t date because you had a bad experience or…”
“I don’t care about sex and stuff.” Lamara said matter-of-factly. “I’m Ace. People don’t like that when they’re on a date. They want to kiss and touch. It’d be nice to have someone to be with, but it’s not worth making them mad when I won’t kiss them.”
“There might be another ace person there, or more than one. It’s a good sized university.”
“Not interested.” Lamara said flatly. She turned to Camila, making an obvious effort to smile. “Thanks, really. I want to hang out with you more. I’m not trying to reject you socially.”
That was blunt. It was hard to tell if Lamara was nervous, upset, or unbothered. There wasn’t much emotion to read on her roommate’s face. She was clearly making some kind of overture though.
“Do you do hugs? I’d like to hug you.”
“I like hugs.” Lamara said. There was some definite wistfulness in her face that time.
Camila got up, careful of her still-tacky nail polish, and hugged her roommate. The hug she got back was warm and caring. She’d have to hug Lamara a lot more. The girl needed hugs.
“Well maybe another time, or we can do something else.” Camila said. “I’m meeting my lab partner there, but I still don’t have a lot of friends here.”
“You don’t?” Lamara seemed downright skeptical.
“I don’t think so.” Camila said.
“You have your lab partner, and Betty, and Heather, plus Sui Yin, and Caspian.”
“And you, I hope.” Camila said with a smile.
That actually got Lamara to blush. “I’d like that. I know I’m annoying.”
“I don’t think so. I’m glad we’re roommates.”
“Really? Okay but tell me if I do annoying things. I’ll turn them off.”
“Just be you.” Camila said with a grin. “I have to head out. Can we hang out tomorrow?”
“Sure! All my homework is done, I’m free all day.”
“Lucky! Mine isn’t. But I’ll find a time. Think of something you want to do, okay?”
“Okay, I will.” Lamara turned and picked up her white-board marker. Deliberately, she added, ‘Choose an activity for hanging out with Camila’ to her to-do list.
Camila hid her smile behind her hand. “See you tomorrow, roomie!”
“Okay, see you then.”
—–
The LGBTQA+ Club meeting was billed as “A Night at the Oscars”. The posters had proudly boasted that it would include, “Dinner, a Movie, and Stars”. Why they were doing an Oscar theme in the fall, Camila couldn’t figure out. Maybe she should run for club leadership or volunteer to help set up events. The theme and its presentation were a bit cringe.
Amanda and Camila both arrived at the club building entrance exactly on time. It was worth a good laugh, and made Camila feel closer to her lab partner. It was great knowing someone who didn’t think that showing up on time was dumb or sweaty.
“Do you think I’m dressed okay?” Camila asked. She’d gone with leggings for comfort, but had cute boots on. Her top was a lot fancier, a nice button-up open over a tank top with lace along the top.
“I’m sure it’s fine. I don’t think there’s ever a dress code unless it’s a dance or something. Even then maybe not.” Amanda had gone for fancy dress despite her words, in an actual dress and heels. Camila wondered if it was something her lab partner had chosen, or if Doria had pushed her to dress up. The Alpha-Kais seemed to have a thing for formal clothes.
The club building was full of people, every major club on campus was having some kind of event on the first weekend. The LGBTQA+ Club was easy to spot though. One of the students outside their meeting room was in drag, with feathers and everything. The other looked like she’d downloaded the featured image from the Wikipedia page for ‘Lesbian’. She was in full unform, jeans, t-shirt with a flannel over, and a super short crew cut.
“Looking good grrrls!” The drag queen said, twirling her feather boa as Amanda and Camila entered.
Camila grinned and waved. Drag wasn’t exactly her scene, but drag queens were always awesome for passing out self esteem boosts.
The meeting room’s red carpet was just a big strip of red butcher paper. There were some balloons up and glitter on the tables. It wasn’t even cringe. It was sad. Camila’s high school had blown this event’s decorations out of the water on freaking spirit day. This club needed some help for sure.
“Oh dear.” Amanda said. “Is it too bitchy to just bail?”
“Yes.” Camila said. “Come on, we both came for people, not decorations.”
“Good thing too.” Amanda said, smirking.
That WAS bitchy, Camila caught sight of a boy frowning. He might have worked on the decorations. On the other hand, Camila couldn’t disagree with Amanda. The event’s presentation had been botched.
With a plate of pizza and baby carrots that constituted the event’s ‘dinner’, Camila wandered through the group. Given the choice between pre-poured soda and water, the water bottle had won. She’d gotten separated from Amanda when she’d gone for the food. Amanda wasn’t interested in pizza.
Overall it was looking like the club might be a bust. Camila was getting to the point that she didn’t even want to volunteer to help out. If she wasn’t going to enjoy the events, she didn’t want to put work into them.
“No me jodas, tío. Ni hay un razón para que esta fiesta parece tan triste.”
Camila almost broke her neck turning to the source of that voice. Someone speaking in Spanish, and mirroring Camila’s opinion of the party at that!
The speaker was someone Camila couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed before. She was wearing a kind-of nothing outfit, a sweater and a long pleated skirt. That didn’t matter though. Her dark hair framed a gorgeous, strong-boned face. Her eyes arrested Camila’s attention, expressive, gorgeous long-lashes. Everything stopped as Camila’s gaze drank the girl in.
The girl looked at Camila, as did the guy she’d been talking to. They seemed like they were waiting for something. When she realized how blatantly she was staring, Camila nearly dumped her pizza on the floor. An awkward swoop of the arm saved the pizza but not her carrots. It also brought her closer to the girl with the enchanting eyes.
“Hey, sorry for butting in on your conversation. I was just thinking the same thing.” Camila said, grinning in what she hoped wasn’t a creepy way. “I’m Camila. Camila Guerrero.”
“Que formal. I’m José.” The guy said.
“Hola. I’m Belén.” She said it shyly.
“I was excited to come but between the vibe and the decorations, I was getting discouraged.” Camila said. She had a reason to stay now. She was aching to find out more about Belén.
“Do you know how hard it is to get students in to set stuff up on the first party?” José asked. “Cut the club some slack.”
“It’s not so bad.” Belén said. “But yeah, it could be better.”
“So volunteer to fix it, tia.” José said.
“Oh, I was going to do that maybe.” Camila said, taking another step toward Belén. “Would you really want to do that? It could be a lot of fun to get involved.”
“Um, I hadn’t really thought about it.” Belén said, flashing a sidelong glance at José. “It’s not a bad idea though. I think gay people need support in this country.”
José said, “I’m not sure that volunteering on the party committee is going to be the best way to…”
“Oh! Are you an exchange student?” Camila asked.
“No, an overseas student.” Belén said. She smiled and tucked some hair behind her beautiful, petite ear. “I’m from Valencia.”
“It has to be so pretty there!” Camila gushed. “I always wanted to go to Spain, I hear Pride is huge there.”
“That’s true of a lot of Latin places.” José said. “Puerto Rico has some great pride events.”
“The big one in Spain is in Madrid.” Belén said. “El Orgullo Gay is a week long festival. I got a chance to go last year, it was really fun, but wild.”
“Oh that’s so cool!” Camila said. “What was the best part?”
“I think I’ll catch up with you later, Belén.” José said.
“Huh? Oh, okay see you later.” She smiled at him.
“Yeah see you later José!” Camila said cheerfully before returning her attention to Belén. “Is Spain really as progressive as it seems on the news? Politics here are getting kind of scary.”
“Mostly I guess.” Belén said. “There’s still a problem with some machismo, but I think it’s better than here. What about you? Did you come a long ways to go to school here?”
“No, I grew up locally. My family is from Peru. Grandpa here for the apples and the corn. The family ended up sticking around. What made you pick this school all the way from Spain?”
“They have a really good Psychology department.” Belén said. “My parents think it’s crazy, since school would be free back home, but I wanted to see the United States.”
“I can show you all around the area, I know New Hampshire pretty well.” Camila said eagerly. She finished off her water. The pizza sat cold on her plate. Camila’ interest in it had bottomed out, considering that she’d have to stop talking to Belén to eat.
“That would be really nice.” Belén said. “Oh, are you coming to the movie part of the party?”
“Isn’t that the point of the party?”
“No, only some of us are going because we have to pay to get in.”
“Oh, well I have cash. I’ll go if you’re going.”
“I was going to go.” Belén smiled awkwardly. It was so cute it made Camila’s heart flutter.
“Great! I’m here with a friend I met in my chemistry class. She’s an Alpha-Kai, but don’t let that bother you, she’s really nice.”
“What’s an Alpha-Kai?”
“Oh, it’s her sorority. Alpha Chi Omega. I’m in Delta Lambda Gamma.”
“I see. Those are an American thing I think. We don’t have them in Spain.” Belén said. “If you’re with her I don’t have to come along. I had fun talking, but I can go to the movie by myself, or with José if he’s still around.”
“Huh? No! Oh, no, no, no!” Camila blushed and shook her head. “I’m not WITH, with her. We’re just friends. Um, I just met her this week. I want to go to the movie with you if that’s okay.”
“I would like that.” Belén said softly.
“Great! Let’s go find Amanda. I don’t know if she’s even going to the movie, but it’d be weird to leave without saying anything to her.”
“Oh, okay.”
Before Belén could change her mind, Camila took a quick look around. Amanda’s formal outfit was easy to spot among the more casual students. She’d managed to find someone as dressed up as she was, an older looking girl in a sparkly V-neck top and loose silk slacks.
“How did you know that I’m friends with Veronica?” The other lady was saying as Camila and Belén approached.
“My sorority sister, Doria, told me to look for you here.” Amanda said. “She’s the one who told me about Veronica.”
“Well I don’t know her that well honestly. I’m a friend of her roommate’s.”
“Hi Amanda.” Camila said, then turned to the other woman. “Hi, I’m Camila.”
“I’m Tamira.” She said.
Belén was hanging back. Camila desperately wanted to pull her forward and introduce her, but the chance that her new friend would spook seemed high.
“I just came over to ask if you’re going to the movie, Amanda. I didn’t want to vanish without saying something.”
“I think I’ll hang out here a little longer.” Amanda said. “Looks like you have a date anyway.”
“What? Amanda, shh!” Camila said urgently. “It’s not like that. We just have a lot in common because she speaks Spanish.”
“Uh huh, I bet you two have tons in common.” Amanda said with a smirk.
Tamira was smirking too. Camila fidgeted. It wasn’t like that!
Deciding to flee the situation before it got any more awkward, Camila helped Belén find José, who had found a cute guy to hang out with. When José announced their departure, they collected a five more for the trip. As they walked to the theatre, Camila fell in alongside Belén, listening raptly to the chaos that had come from crossing an ocean to go to school.
The movie was supposed to be a coming of age story for a half dozen gay youth. Camila wasn’t sure, she couldn’t remember much. She did remember that she and Belén had agreed to share a popcorn. Camila also remembered being hyper-aware of the position of Belén’s hand during the entire movie.
One of the extras they’d picked up suggested skipping the stargazing on the lawn in favor of watching from the chemistry building instead. Light-headed from a dinner of popcorn and coke, Camila agreed, despite the fact that it didn’t sound very rules-friendly.
Technically nothing they were doing was breaking and entering. The chemistry building had a door propped open. Though, it was pretty obvious that they weren’t supposed to be in there, what with all the lights being out except for those in one ground-floor office.
The person who’d suggested the roof had a key, for a rainwater collection lab they were doing. Again, the key probably wasn’t supposed to be used at eleven at night. Camila stuck close to Belén and tried not to think about getting caught.
The view from the top of the building was a big improvement over the view on the ground. Up above all the campus walkway lights, there were at least twice as many stars visible. People spread out, avoiding puddles where the rain had collected in dimples in the flat roof.
Camila found herself settling onto the roof with Belén, essentially alone. Sure, there were seven other people along, but the closest one was at least ten feet away. They were laying next to each other, hands only inches apart. It was so quiet that Camila could hear the sibilant sounds of the others whispering. So quiet that she could hear Belén’s soft breath.
“Did you like the movie?” Camila asked quietly.
“I don’t know.” Belén said. “It was hard to follow.”
“Oh, was the sound balance bad for understanding the dialogue? I guess that could be harder if it’s not your first language.”
“It’s because I was nervous.” Belén said.
“You w-were?” Camila bit her lip and tried to calm her pounding heart. Her heart utterly ignored her.
“I’m always nervous around chicas hermosas.”
Did she just call me a pretty girl? No, maybe she meant one of the other girls… Camila tried to swallow the sudden lump in her throat.
“Are you nervous?” Belén asked, brushing her knuckles against the back of Camila’s hand.
Camila avoided jumping like a scared cat only because her muscles had locked up. She swallowed hard again. “Muy nerviosa.”
“You don’t have to be. I like you.”
Heart pounding until it drowned out the sound of her ragged breaths, Camila laced her fingers into Belén’s. The other girl’s hand closed around hers, warm and electric.
“I like you too. We just met, I don’t know why…”
“Es muy romántico. Like Romeo and Juliet.”
“That play ends badly.”
“Ours doesn’t have to.”
Camila rolled over gazing into Belén’s dark eyes. The stars had nothing on those eyes. She smelled like jasmine and rain. Their lips met. Fireworks went off in Camila’s heart.
“We should – get to know each other.” Camila said, a soft shudder running up her spine.
“Aquí? Right on the roof with everyone here?” Belén said, biting her lip. A mischievous sparkle danced in her eyes.
“That’s not – ah.” Camila squirmed, feeling her nipples harden.
Her chest felt hot. It was hot between her legs too, especially with all the pressure…
Oh no!
It wasn’t that Camila couldn’t tell when she needed to go to the bathroom. The only issue was that sometimes she couldn’t tell until she really had to go. It was only a problem when she was distracted, or in a new situation, or nervous about something.
As impossible as breaking the magic moment between her and Belén, Camila realized it was a now or never kind of urgency. She’d have to awkwardly tell Belén she’d be back, hop up and rush to the roof door…
The roof door! Camila realized in a panic that she couldn’t get back up to the roof. Worse than that, she might run into a security guard or a professor, and she wasn’t the one with the key and permission to be on the roof.
Belén didn’t wait for the debate in Camila’s head to end. She cupped Camila’s cheek gently and brought their lips together again. A splash of wet in Camila’s leggings marred an otherwise euphoric kiss. Desperately, she crossed her legs, shifting to try and keep the rest of the accident in.
Her rear brushed up against something cold. There was a pool of water just behind her, hidden in the darkness of the roof.
This is such a bad idea!
Camila was aching to go. The choice was to release now, or have Belén ask her why there was a grimace on her face. After all the diapers, merely considering wetting melted Camila’s control. Wet soaked instantly into her panties and leggings, spreading out from her crotch and cascading down her thigh to the roof.
It didn’t take much to entice Belén to roll toward her. Camila rolled back, planting her butt in the pool of rainwater. She gasped a little at the cold contrast with the hot liquid in her leggings.
She’d expected Belén to back off at the gasp, but the Spanish girl interpreted that noise very differently. Camila was momentarily pinned, lips locked with Belén, the other girl’s hand on her waist. Mere inches separated Belén’s hand and a wet patch of leggings that wasn’t going to smell anything like rainwater.
“Mmph! Belén, wait.”
“Que es? Too fast?”
“There’s a puddle here.” Camila winced. She sat up, grinding her butt into the puddle to get as much rainwater on herself as she could before she rolled out of it.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry!”
“Not your fault, I didn’t know it was there until I rolled in it.”
Her face burning, Camila waited for Belén to spot the ruse. Even splashing her rear into the puddle as much as she could, her leggings were far too wet for a shallow puddle. Luckily, Belén wasn’t very focused on that area. She leaned in to give Camila a quick peck on the cheeks.
“It’s disappointing. I was looking forward to watching the stars a lot more. With my lips.”
“Sorry! I have to go change, but you can stay.”
“I came up to this roof for you. There’s no reason for me to stay if you go. Can I walk you home?”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’m all gross from the – rainwater.”
“La falta no es tuya.” Belén said with a shrug. “It doesn’t bother me. Here, you can borrow my sweater to put around your waist.”
How many sweaters am I going to get from hot girls after wetting myself? Camila wondered. Belén was wearing a camisole top under the sweater. At that moment, Camila was ready to swear her allegiance to any goddess of the stars, for the way the soft light played on Belén’s shoulders.
They stood, and Belén insisted on tying the sweater around Camila’s waist herself. There wasn’t a good reason to tell her not to, especially since she didn’t wait for permission. Camila gave thanks that her leggings were black and that the roof was so dark. She’d never have gotten away with such a big accident in jeans.
All the way back, Belén held Camila’s hand. The campus was quiet, with the sound of parties intruding from the outside. The pounding music and distant cheers made the empty walkways feel even more private, like a world apart.
“We still haven’t talked.” Camila said softly.
“It bothers you a lot? Tell me something about you.”
“I’m the first one in my family to go to college. Mom and Dad worked a lot of hours so that they could hire tutors, enroll me in sports and clubs, everything they could think of. It was a lot of pressure, but it made me work hard too. They’re really proud of me. I want to make sure I don’t let them down.”
Belén squeezed Camila’s hand. “That’s beautiful. You have a good family. My father owns a bar. Mama is a baker. They work very hard too. They both went to school, but it was the Ciclo Formativo de Grado Superior, like vocational school, but more prestigious than I think you have here. They are excited for me that I want to study Psychology, but they wish I wasn’t so far away.”
“It sounds like our families have a lot in common. That’ll be nice if…” Camila cut that sentence off before it could get her in trouble.
“If I marry you?” Belén asked.
“That’s not what I was trying to say!”
“You are very fun to tease.” Belén said. “I’ll be kind. Tell me what you’re studying.”
“I don’t know yet. It needs to be something that pays back my loans quickly. Other than that, I thought I’d take some classes and see what I like.”
“Well, what are you studying now?”
“Chemistry, Calculus, English Lit. Oh, and the class on school organization.”
“You have to pick one fun class next quarter.”
“Do I? And who says my classes aren’t fun?”
“Fine, one class outside the standard of maths, literature, and science. And yes, you do.”
Camila shivered. If her leggings weren’t wet, she’d have leaned up against a tree and seen if Belén would take the hint.
I’m pretty sure she’d take the hint. She was pretty aggressive on the roof. It’s so hot. Too bad she’s not a Delta-G. She could change me out of my leggings and…
Camila bit her lip HARD to erase that thought. Not only did that path lead to losing Belén, but she’d be in huge trouble with her sorority for letting diapers out of the bag. That Amanda knew was bad enough.
“You’ve got psychology all figured out then? You’re sure that’s what you want to do?”
“It fascinates me. My Tio Domingo is a psychiatrist. He explained a lot of things to me, from when I was a little girl. The older I got, the more complicated he made his explanations. I never got tired of learning it.”
“That’s really cool. I wish I had a plan like that.”
“Coming from a family like yours, I’m sure you’ll have one soon.”
Camila drifted to a stop in front of the Delta-G house. Belén looked up, her face falling when she realized they’d reached their destination.
“Is our night really over?”
“It’s late…”
“Not for a Spaniard. Last summer I was out at the clubs until five in the morning.”
“Five?” Camila blinked. “I might need some practice before I could do that. I don’t even know if Ardenthill has clubs.”
“It does.” Belén said with a sparkling laugh. “Not many though. I need you see you again.”
“O-okay. I – want that.”
“Good. What’s your phone number?” Belén pulled her phone out.
Camila rattled off her phone number. She blinked in surprise to see Belen expertly take a photo at the moment that she planted a kiss on her phone’s camera. Moments later, Camila’s phone let her know she had a new text message.
“I thought I was getting a kiss goodnight.” Camila joked.
“You are.”
Camila closed her eyes, heart fluttering. It was a long, slow kiss that made her toes twist. A bit of panic rose when their hips bumped together, but still Camila’s luck held. Nothing was said about her accident.
“Wow. Uh, I should give you your sweater back…”
“Yes please, next time I see you.” Belén’s cheeks were pink, her eyes sparkling again.
“Okay, yeah.”
Camila stood in front of the sorority house like a confused puppy, watching Belén walk off. Finally, she shrugged and climbed the steps.
She entered the house to cheers and applause. Camila stood in shock, staring at Betty, Heather M, Heather L, and a few other older sisters she didn’t know well yet.
“Wh-what?”
“Somebody had a great date!” Betty said with a giggle.
“You were making out right on the steps, hon, don’t expect your sisters not to notice, or root for you.” Heather M said.
“That sweater isn’t one of yours, is it?” Heather L said with a sly smile.
Any second now they were going to notice her wet leggings. Rainwater would NOT be the first thing on the Delta-G’s minds when they saw her wet crotch.
“Thanks that’s really sweet of you all I’m super tired though I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow thanks so much girls goodnight!”
Camila dashed down the hall, ducked into her room and slammed the door. Belatedly, she threw a guilty look at Lamara’s bed. Luckily, her roommate wasn’t there. Panting, Camila leaned against the door and swiped her phone open.
A macro-shot of Belén’s beautiful lips greeted her. She giggled happily, adding Belén as a contact with some heart-emojis in her name. While she did, a text message popped up from Betty.
[Betty] I saw you had an accident. I don’t think the other girls noticed. Do you need protection for tonight?
[Camila] No, I’m not a bedwetter.
[Betty] I’m not judging, just being a mommy. We’ll talk about diapers tomorrow.
[Camila] Okay. Goodnight.
With a heavy sigh, Camila stripped off Belén’s sweater and flopped on her bed. Diapers were supposed to be a fun, sexy thing to do at the sorority house. They weren’t supposed to complicate getting a girlfriend.
I don’t have a girlfriend yet. Belén is so pretty. I’m sure she dates lots of girls. I hope I see her again soon.
Camila cried out in frustration as she heaved herself out of bed. She stripped her wet leggings and panties, kicking them under the bed. Crawling into bed, she tossed and turned, her thoughts consumed with Belén, until exhaustion pushed her into sleep.