The carnival had the same intoxicating smell they all had, no matter what city it was visiting. Cotton candy and fried food were the top layer of the scent, with machine grease forming a heavy undertone. Each time a breeze blew through the rich smells of apples and fallen leaves would join the mix. Camila loved carnivals, or rather, she loved The Carnival, as she thought of it.
It felt like every carnival she’d ever been to inhabited the same time-frozen realm, separate from the ordinary world. They all had the same shaved ice booths, the same rigged games of skill, the same slightly spooky stuffed animals for prizes. From where she was standing, at the edge of the grounds, she could see soft baked pretzel booth next to a stand selling oversized chocolate-covered strawberries. Camila knew better than to ask why those two stands were always adjacent. It was part of the magic of carnivals.
This particular carnival felt especially unreal. Not because Camila was waiting for her date to show up, carnivals were her number one date choice, when there was one in town. It was the diaper for sure. Camila had never had to account for a diaper in her date attire before, and she was still off balance from it.
Betty had sounded so reasonable when she told Camila that a week in diapers was in order, to prevent more accidents. Camila had agreed, reluctantly. She dove into taking control of her potty issues with all her trademark determination. After eight pm, she didn’t let a sip of water pass her lips. Her alarm was set bright and early, when there’d be at least one bathroom free. For two days now she’d kept her diapers completely dry.
After all of that, Camila asked Betty for permission to wear panties on her date to the carnival. She was shocked when her mommy said no. Sputtering, she’d tried to argue that her progress showed that she could handle an evening without protection. Her arguments fell apart when Betty reminded Camila that the accident that had lead to all-day diapers had been on a date. A date with the same woman Camila was seeing that night.
The discussion set off a storm of emotions that had not yet quieted. Camila was so focused on picking an outfit that would look good for a date but hide her diaper completely that she didn’t consider anything else. Now she was outside the carnival, dressed in a cute plaid pinafore dress and cardigan.
Was it a great date outfit? Yes. Was the skirt full and long enough to hide her diaper? Yes, as long as Camila didn’t wet the diaper. Did the straps on the dress have overalls-style buckles? Also yes.
I can’t believe I picked an outfit that screams Little Girl chic.
Camila smoothed her skirt, trying to force her diaper to crinkle. If it did, she couldn’t hear it over the sounds of the carnival goers. Reassured by that, she took another look around for Belén.
Right on cue, Camila spotted gorgeous black hair blowing in the wind. Her heart leapt to see the Spanish girl again, but her cheeks colored when she caught sight of her date’s outfit. Belén was wearing a little black dress and strappy shoes. No sweater, shawl, or leggings in deference to fall.
It was a warm night, Camila’s cardigan was almost overkill. Belén didn’t need a sweater, but it seemed likely that her choice of outfit little to do with temperature. She was sending a message. An aggressive, flirty message.
“Hi!” Camila said, waving enthusiastically. She took a couple of running steps to close the distance between them, hoping she didn’t look too thirsty.
“Hola querida.” Belén took Camila in her arms right away for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
There was no way to be cool and collected after that. Camila surrendered to the excited giggle that bubbled out of her.
“I’m hyped for our date. I love carnivals, and I really wanted to see you again.”
“I’m glad you invited me. I feel so bad that I rolled you in a roof puddle!” Belén laughed nervously. “You seemed upset on the walk back. I thought maybe you were done with the crazy Española you met at the club de gay.”
“It was really awkward ending our date with wet pants.” Camila tucked her hair behind her ears, whereupon it immediately fell back around her face. “The situation was weird, I didn’t know what to say – or how to act or…”
Camila licked her lips and stared at Belén, her thoughts a whirling mess. The words to explain didn’t seem to exist.
How was she supposed to tell her date that she’d been embarrassed and uncomfortable, but that it hadn’t been Belén’s fault, it’d been her own? She wanted to reassure Belén that any weirdness tonight didn’t mean that Camila was upset – but how to do that without revealing that the discomfort was going to be diaper-related?
As she had on the roof, Belén either missed that Camila was in the midst of a panicked mental scramble, or decided to use the conversational pause for her own purposes. She put her hands on Camila’s waist and leaned in.
Camila closed her eyes, tilting her head to meet Belén’s lips with her own. It was Belén that deepened the kiss, Belén who pulled Camila into her arms. Though she was trembling with excited energy, Camila merely rested her arms on Belén’s shoulders, letting the other girl take the lead.
When did I get so passive with girls? I thought I was more of assertive than this. I was an actual top with my high school girlfriend.
The kiss ended without an answer to that question. Camila found herself in Belén’s arms, looking up at the other girl adoringly, femme as femme could be. It didn’t feel bad, but she didn’t feel like herself either.
“You are very sweet. I’m not coming on too strong, am I? I don’t want to scare you away.”
Okay, that’s it. I’m not a nervous bunny rabbit. I need to stop acting like one.
“You’re not coming on too strong. Let me show you.”
Camila reached up to take Belén’s head in her hands, pulling the girl in for a kiss. It was a hot, possessive kiss from the outset. Belén paused briefly in surprise before digging her fingers into Camila’s back with needy desire.
“Uh oh! Undergrads making out at the carnival. You two might want to get a room if you take it any further.”
Camila hopped a half step away from Belén, nervously rubbing her hair. The woman razzing them was a total stranger, she looked old enough to be a TA. She was holding hands with another, similarly older woman, which relaxed a little of the anxious knots in Camila’s shoulders. At least it wasn’t someone upset at seeing a queer kiss.
“If you want me to block for you, Rosa, you shouldn’t interrupt me when I’m kissing a pretty girl. I’ve had bad luck getting kisses out of Camila, and you’re not helping.”
Belén didn’t seem rattled by Rosa, or embarrassed at all. Though her response had a teasing tone, her expression suggested that she was genuinely irritated with the older woman.
“Sorry rookie, I didn’t mean to salt your game.”
“You also have to stop calling me rookie.” Belén stomped her foot. “I’ve been playing el derby for two years.”
“That was an intramural league. You’re still a rookie until you play a game with the Wrecking Belles.”
Belén scoffed, but let the argument drop. “Who’s your friend? This is Camila. Camila, this is Rosa, I just joined the roller derby team she’s on.”
“This is Melody. They use they/them pronouns.”
“Hi.” Camila said. “Nice to meet you both. Sorry for the PDA.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Melody said. “Rosa likes to tease people.”
“Guilty.” Rosa smiled. “I saw Belén and wanted to say hi, but when we got here I realized you two are on a super serious date.”
“It’s our second date.” Camila wasn’t sure why she felt she felt defensive. She hadn’t done anything wrong – even if that kiss was a little steamy for the middle of the fairground.
“Sorry to switch topic, but I just saw you have matching rings. Are you two engaged?” Belén seemed as nervous as Camila was. Camila squeezed Belén’s hand reassuringly.
“We’re not calling it that exactly.” Melody took a shy half-step behind Rosa.
“It’s complicated, but in a good way.” Rosa pulled Melody back to the forefront and put an arm around them. “This one is a permanent feature in my life. I know that doesn’t clear it up any.”
“You don’t have to explain to us.” Camila smiled encouragingly.
“Anyway, we should let you two get back to your date. Will we see you at the games, Camila? Are you going to cheer for – what’s your derby name again?”
“Mari Pista.”
“Like – butterfly and track? It’s a pun?” Camila asked.
“Puns are a proud tradition in derby names. I won’t forget it again, Mari Pista.”
“You’d better not. I didn’t forget yours, Jaguar Star.”
“I’d like to come to a game. I didn’t know you played, Belén.”
“You could sit with Melody and cheer us on. I bet you two have a lot in common.” Belén grinned at Camila.
“How do you figure? I’ve said two words this whole conversation.” Melody said.
“You both seem very studious.”
“My Melody is super smart.”
Rosa kissed Melody proudly on the head in an oddly parental gesture. It was an eerie echo of the kisses Camila got from Betty when they were playing. That was crazy though, Melody couldn’t be ABDL, neither Rosa nor Melody were Delta-Gs – unless they were alumni.
Camila caught Melody’s gaze. Melody had squirmed much the way Camila did when she was Little, and Camila had unconsciously mirrored the motion. Melody’s eyes grew wide, they were turning to Rosa…
“Anyway!” Camila burst out loudly, grabbing Belén’s hand. “I’m going to steal my date away now. It was great meeting you two.”
“It’s about time!” Belén squeezed Camila’s hand and stepped close.
Rosa laughed. “See you lovebirds later.”
Camila breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever Melody had been about to do had been derailed, and Rosa had missed the interaction entirely. She was sure they’d speculate about her later, but Belén wouldn’t be there to pick up clues from it. With a quick wave, Camila fled into the fairgrounds, away from Melody’s too-curious gaze.
“Sorry about that. That Rosa is kind of pushy.” Belén bumped shoulders with Camila.
“No worries, I wanted to get you all to myself.”
“I noticed. You were telling me about the pace you wanted before they interrupted us too. You’re not as shy as I thought from our first date. I like it.”
Camila grinned at Belén, though there was a nervous spot in her tummy. There were some things she’d have to slam the breaks on, notably anything below the waist. Based on Belén’s outfit, she either preferred short skirts, or had no reservation about Southbound hands.
At least, the carnival should be too public for make outs to get that intense. On a Tuesday night, Camila could beg off for early classes to nix any post-carnival activities.
The first order of business should be food. Camila wasn’t starving, but it was already late enough that she shouldn’t wait much longer to eat and drink, if she wanted to keep her record of no nighttime accidents.
“Do you want to get something to eat? This is about as American as food gets. The hot dogs should be good, I don’t usually go for burgers at a carnival.”
“This early?” Belén shook her head. “I still can’t get used to how early you eat here. I usually eat dinner at ten. We could get a snack if you want.”
“No, that’s okay, lets check out the games then.”
“It’s already past when you would eat, isn’t it? If you’re hungry we don’t have to skip food completely. Let’s get something.”
Before Camila could frame a protest that would make sense, Belén pulled her to the elephant ear booth.
“One to split please. And two coca-colas.”
In no time, they were browsing the game booths, munching on delicious fried dough. It seemed rude to refuse the drink, and the pastry needed something to wash it down anyway. Nervously, Camila sipped her coke. She’d have to be extra careful about using the bathroom regularly, that was all.
Potty nerves faded to the back of Camila’s mind after a few booth games. Belén was revealed to be possibly the worst ring-toss player of all time. They had to leave that booth in apologetic giggles after she beaned the woman running the game.
Camila got a chance to show off at her favorite game, the dart toss. Another fixture of carnivals was that they all had the same badly-weighted darts. With just two tickets, Camila had enough balloons popped to earn one of the big stuffed animals from the sour faced vendor. She let Belén pick the prize, and proudly handed off a huge stuffed bat to her date.
“We’ve upset one vendor by being too bad at the game, and one by being too good. What should we do next?” Belén tucked the bat awkwardly under one arm so she could take Camila’s hand again.
“We could go on one of the rides.”
“Which one is your favorite?”
“I like roller coasters, but the one they have at this carnival is pretty small. My other favorite is the Zipper, but not everyone likes being tumbled.”
“Are you testing my courage?”
Camila smirked. “Sure.”
“In that case, we go to the Zipper.” Belén smiled and snatched a quick kiss.
If she’d been on her own, Camila would have picked another ride as soon as she saw the length of the line for the Zipper. Long lines for rides were fine on a date though. It was nice to make small talk, teasing Belén about her disastrous ring toss performance or joking about the harrowed-looking people they saw coming off the ride.
They were finally slipping into a more comfortable space, where Camila didn’t have to feel like she had to impress Belén all the time. By the time it was their turn to ride, they’d dropped handholding in favor of arms around each other’s waists.
With the bat wedged against their feet, Camila settled in to the ride’s cage. Belén claimed she wasn’t scared, but she squeezed Camila’s leg the first time the two person pod rocked back a good thirty degrees.
“If you get too scared, you can hold on to me.”
“You’re terrible. Will you be ashamed of me if I scream on the ride?”
“No way, I’ll be screaming too.”
Belén smiled and set her hands in a firm grip on the bar over her thighs. The cage lurched upward and rocked alarmingly as the carneys brought the next cage around for loading. The crew started things slowly, running the cages up and over the large boom. It was like being on a cross between a Ferris wheel and a drop ride. They both burst into giggles whenever the cage went into a big rocking motion.
Things got wild when the boom started spinning. The crew locked and unlocked the cages at will, forcing them to spin with the boom’s motion, or to tumble madly end over end. Belén was screaming and laughing hysterically. She sounded like she was having fun, but she had a death grip on the safety bar. Camila was shrieking too, though her screams were of delight instead of terror.
When the ride ended, it was too soon for Camila. Belén looked more than ready to be done. Camila leaned over and kissed the adorable, disheveled girl next to her. She got a passionate, jittery kiss in return.
“I admit it, that was very scary. You’re a brave woman if this is one of your favorite rides.”
“I’ve been to a lot of carnivals, you get used to them after a while.”
“We have events like this in Spain too, but I’ve never seen this ride. I don’t think it would pass EU safety standards.”
“I just wanted to get you scared so you’d be worked up.” Camila joked.
“It worked.”
Belén leaned in as far as the lap bar would let her, kissing Camila deeply. A hand on her breast made Camila gasp. She reached for the other girl, finding a bare bit of leg to squeeze. Flushed and giggly, they exited the ride and stumbled into the fairgrounds.
“What now?” Camila asked.
“Is inviting you back to my place an option?” Belén watched Camila from behind half-lidded bedroom eyes.
“Not – tonight.” Camila squirmed awkwardly. She’d almost managed to forget her diaper. Cursing the mistake that had gotten Betty to put her in diapers, she smiled apologetically at Belén,
“That’s fine. Then dinner. I’m – hungry now.”
Blushing, Camila followed Belén to the hot dog stand. For a moment she considered suggesting they find a taco stand instead, but couldn’t make herself go through with it. Confused feelings about being diapered warred with her arousal, leaving Camila feeling passive again. So passive that she was at a picnic table with her meal in front of her before she paid attention to what Belen had ordered.
It was with a lot of trepidation that Camila realized she was going to be eating a full meal at nine pm. The drinks were huge too. They’d come as part of the combo meals that Belén ordered, she dimly remembered.
Whether it was the cute girl next to her, or a better hot dog booth than normal, Camila was pleasantly surprised by the meal. The hot dogs were not dubious at all and the shoestring fries were excellent.
“You know, you forgot my sweater.” Belen said, when they’d gotten past the initial hungry rush at their food.
“Oh, I’m really sorry! I can get it for you before I…”
“Cálmate.” Belén bumped shoulders with Camila. “I’m not mad. It means you have to come on another date with me.”
“Oh, okay.” Camila giggled nervously.
“If you forget it next time, you might have to bring me back to your place to get it.” Belén winked.
Swallowing nervously, Camila considered that. There wasn’t supposed to be any obvious ABDL stuff in the main areas of the house during daytime hours, so that the sisters could bring friends over. She could hide the package of diapers that was in her room and there shouldn’t be anything else, unless Lamara had added something. Still, she should ask Betty to make sure that there wasn’t something she was missing…
Belén was kissing her again. Camila wondered if she was going to be kissed every time she drifted into thought around Belén. The idea appealed quite a bit. They ended the kiss hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder. If the evening had developed a chill as it wore on, Camila wasn’t feeling it.
They finished their meals quietly, soaking in the other’s presence. Camila polished off her entire drink before she thought to stop. The fries had been delicious, but salty. It was past time to look around for a bathroom. Hopefully one of the nearby campus buildings was open, so that she wouldn’t be forced to use a porta-potty.
“Can we go on the fortune wheel?” Belén asked.
“Which one?”
“The big wheel.” Belén pointed.
“Oh. Right, rueda de fortuna. The English phrase is Ferris Wheel.”
“Does it come from Feria, like festival?”
“I don’t know actually.” Camila shrugged and looked for a restroom. “I’d love to ride it. Let me just…”
“They’re starting a new cycle.” Belén picked up her bat and tossed her meal wrappers. “We should go right now if we can.”
Camila hesitated. It didn’t feel like she had to pee. They were having such a sweet, sexy time, it seemed like a shame to break the mood by wandering around looking for a bathroom.
“Okay, let’s do it!”
With Belén hurrying them along, they were one of the first ones in line for the wheel. They snuggled up to each other in the chair, only slightly hampered by the lap bar. The bat even made a handy back rest. Hand in hand, fingers intwined, Camila and Belén were only three chairs up before they judged it dark enough to start kissing.
By the time they reached the upper curve of the wheel, Belén had undone the buckles on Camila’s dress straps and was wonderfully teasing with light touches on her chest. Not one to fall behind, Camila was delighted to discover that Belen wasn’t wearing a bra under her dress.
When the chair cycled back down, as the wheel filled up, they were carried into a very inconvenient patch of light. Pinked cheeked and panting, they forced their hands into their laps. Belén had to fix her dress’s top a bit. With her sweater on, Camila didn’t bother to reattach her dress’s straps. She had a feeling they’d be coming right off again anyway.
“What’s it like living in a sorority?” Belén asked, with a frustrated edge to her voice.
“It’s kind of strange.” Camila said, empathizing fully with Belén’s frustration.
Especially strange at Delta-G.
“It’s really supportive. I have an ‘older sister’ who makes sure I’m doing well in classes. We’ve already had a party with our close fraternity. There’s always a lot of activity and noise.”
“Do you like it?”
“I really do.” Camila smiled. “There are some older Sisters – all named Heather – that I can look up to. They help run the house and resolve disputes. They’re pretty cool.”
“De verdad? I’d like to see it.”
“I was thinking about inviting you when you kissed me at the table. I’d like to have you over. Where are you living?”
“Rasmussen Hall. It’s the dorm for international students.”
“What’s that like?”
“Hmm, some like what you have. It’s always noisy, even during the hours that it’s supposed to be quiet. There isn’t the same support, but there are people to resolve disputes. It sounds like I have more freedom, which is good and bad. There’s no one checking on me.”
“Do you have a roommate?”
“I do. She’s Italiana. I don’t like her very much.”
“Oh no, what does she do?”
Belén shrugged. “Mostly she’s a cold person. But she also leaves yogurt containers out on her desk, and they get smelly.”
“Yuck!” Camila chuckled. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that.”
“I’ll probably try to move out in winter quarter, if I can find an flat.”
“You don’t like it that much?”
“I dislike Ginevra that much. I could try switching rooms too. I don’t want to live with someone that makes me feel uncomfortable. O que me da manías.”
“I totally understand. I got lucky with my roommate. She’s an oddball, but she’s really nice and accepting.”
The wheel shuddered to a stop one more time before finally turning smoothly. They eyed each other playfully while their chair swung under the wheel, mutually pouncing as soon as they were in the dark.
It was a hot, delightful trip over the top of the wheel. As they came back down into the light, they pulled away, both whining in frustration. Camila’s whine became a whimper when serious pressure in her bladder made itself known.
Fiercely, she clamped her legs together. It wasn’t an emergency situation. Ferris wheels usually did three turns, and they were almost done with their second.
As one of the first on, they’d be one of the first off. She’d have to hurry to a bathroom, but that was normal after being on a Ferris wheel. Belén would probably be in the same boat.
“I hate this section too.” Belén said. “I’d say we could not care that its lit up, but I think you had my breast all the way out that time.”
Camila giggled, happy to have pulled back from the brink of her accident. “Was that too much?”
“I’m the one that invited you back to my place. Ginevra has a boyfriend and I’ve already done a long walk around the campus to give them privacy. She owes me.”
The feelings Belén was stirring up were taking Camila’s mind off her potty troubles. It was nice, since she had things under control, except for the part where she couldn’t immediately return to making out with the other girl.
“It’s really tempting.” Camila said, with complete honesty. “Just not tonight.”
“I know it would be fast.” Belén smiled. “I don’t mind waiting until another night. I do mind waiting for this wheel.”
“Me too. We’re almost through though.”
“Tell me something to distract me.”
“I have a dog at home.”
“What kind?”
“She’s a Jack Russel terrier. Her name is Selena.”
“You gave your dog a people name?”
“Why not? She thinks she’s a people.”
Belén laughed. “Is she spoiled?”
“Dad says so, but Mom and I disagree. She behaves on the important stuff.”
“What about you, do you behave on the important things?”
“Wh-where did that come from?” Camila shifted in her seat, licking her lips.
“I’m sorry! I lost the filter between my brain and my mouth for a second.”
“It was hot – just unexpected.”
“Do you like to play that way?”
“Sometimes. Once I had a girlfriend where I was the one in charge.”
“What way do you like better?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t – I’m not really experienced. Sometimes with you – it feels natural to be the one that um – takes orders.”
“I noticed.” Belén leaned in as their chair swept through the bottom of the turn and gently bit Camila’s earlobe.
“Ah. Yeah. Okay. I can see it.”
“We won’t right now, it’s not the right place.”
“Good. But – sometime. I’d try it with you.”
Enveloped in blessed darkness, Camila fell into another kiss. Determined not to make the same mistake as last time, she left herself a little attention to keep from having an accident. The rest of her was focused on the sexy woman next to her, and the aggravating bar that kept her from getting hip to hip with Belén.
Camila’s sweater was bunched up around her armpits and Belén’s hand was tantalizingly tracing around the underwire of her bra when the ride made an awful groan. They broke out of their kiss, looking around in alarm as the wheel shuddered. Camila’s eyes went wide in horror as she heard the squeal and thunk of the ride’s emergency brake engaging.
“Que diablos es esto?”
“The ride shut down. I hope it was just someone climbing out of their safety bar. Otherwise, if there’s something wrong…”
“Hey folks, sorry for the interruption, but we have a small issue with the ride. There’s no safety concerns, so please don’t worry. We’ll be getting you all off the ride as soon as we’ve resolved the mechanical issue, please be patient.”
Camila’s heart quailed as the intercom faded. The ride’s remaining minutes could now be as much as an hour or more. With the knowledge that she was going to have to wait longer, the pressure in her bladder seemed to double. All she could do was grit her teeth and squeeze her legs together.
“Is it really safe, or are they lying to us?”
“I don’t think they’d lie, this carnival is pretty well run,”
“In that case, this is perfect.”
Camila forced herself to relax as Belén came in for another kiss. It would have been perfect, if she hadn’t drunk a liter of coke late in the evening. Valiantly, she tried to split her attention between Belén and her bladder.
Ten minutes into the ride stoppage, Camila had to admit that she wasn’t going to make it. Even if the wheel got moving immediately, the crew would surely be taking people off right away. There was no word that the problem was fixed, either. They were half an hour from getting off the wheel in the absolute best case.
When Belén slid a hand under Camila’s bra, the diapered girl let herself go. She shuddered in pleasure at Belén’s fingers and the warmth flooding into her diaper both. Memoires of Betty using the wand on her soaked diaper tangled with the sensations in her body. Camila was shockingly close to going over the edge. She moaned, loudly, into the kiss.
“That was sexy.” Belén said, leaning in to kiss Camila’s neck. “What has you so excited? Is it that we’re trapped? That it’s almost public?”
“Trapped, I guess.” Camila’s brain was too foggy to come up with another option, and the truth was obviously out.
“I wish I could hold you down.” Belén said, rattling the lap bar in frustration.
“I wish you could too.” Camila said, surprised that she meant it. Heat flashed across her skin as that bit of information sank in.
“I wish so much that we were going back to my place. I’m not asking – I know you said no. I respect that. But, es muy difícil.”
Camila’s diaper was sopping wet. There was so much that it couldn’t absorb it all right away, especially with her butt resting on a hard metal seat. She knew she should be humiliated, but instead, her crotch was on fire. She needed Belén to touch her under, or through her diaper. If the Spanish girl wanted to do that while holding Camila down – that was actually better.
Whimpering, Camila squirmed until she had turned to face Belén as much as possible. It let her kiss the other girl’s collarbone, which sent tingles down her spine and made Belén shudder in delight. As a bonus, it freed some padding on her rear to absorb her accident.
“If you want, you can touch me…” Belén guided Camila’s hand to the hem of her skirt, well above mid-thigh at its best, the skirt was rapidly becoming more of a belt.
Camila slid her hands up Belén’s silky inner thigh and snatched her hand back. Two thoughts hit her like cold water, quenching the fire in her loins. The first was that she was not, under any circumstances, going to go all the way on a carnival ride. That was way too far. The second was that the minute she put her hand up Belén’s skirt, the other girl was going to reciprocate.
It was one thing to fantasize about having Belén touch her through her diaper. Having it actually happen would blow up her relationship as well as possibly her sorority membership, which meant her living situation too. That was enough scary stuff to cut through the horny haze that had numbed Camila to her situation.
“Too much. Not – here. I can’t.” Camila said. “I want to touch you but – somebody would hear or see us if we went that far. Even if they didn’t – I can’t.”
Belén hissed and gently disengaged from Camila. In the shadows, she looked extremely frustrated. Frustrated, but not angry.
“I understand. I like it – risky, and outdoors. But I want it to be something you want, if we do that.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry if you’re – pent up. I’m really frustrated too.”
“Frustrated?” Belén laughed. “Joder. Me cago en la mar serena. Yes, I’m frustrated. I mean it though. I don’t want to do something you don’t want.”
Camila shifted back to sitting flat, feeling her diaper squish. She was glad Belén couldn’t see her blush. She was on a carnival ride with a beautiful girl who couldn’t keep her hands off Camila, except when consent was withdrawn, which made her twice as sexy. It should have been a hot, beautiful memory from the start of a wonderful relationship.
Instead, it was marred by the soggy diaper that was starting to sag between her legs. For the first time, she regretted joining the Delta-Gs. There had been wonderful times with her sisters, especially with her mommy, but now a wonderful night felt ruined.
If she hadn’t joined up, she wouldn’t be in a diaper next to Belén. Ginger might not hate her. She could be sisters instead of friends with Amanda, with no weird secrets between them. If only…
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” Camila forced herself to snap out of her downward spiral. “Sorry, lots of emotions.”
“Me too.” Belén said. “I’m having a great date though. Thank you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, tonta.” Belén laughed. “What do I have to do to convince you that I like you?”
“Take me out on another date?”
“Done. This weekend?”
“Yes please.”
“Do I – get to boss you around a little on that date?”
Camila swallowed hard. She couldn’t answer, except to make herself nod.
“Now I’m really looking forward to it.”
“Can we talk about something else? It’s hot but…” Camila squirmed. The rapidly cooling liquid in her diaper was not conducive to sexy times.
“Por cierto.”
Belén was quiet for a bit before launching into an information dump about her cousins. It was a great distraction. By the time they got off the ride, Camila knew that Belén had cousins in Valencia, and three other cities besides. (Sevilla, Madrid, and Leon) She’d heard their names, but with nine of them in total, she couldn’t remember them all.
When they stepped out of the ride, Camila’s diaper sagged down perilously. There was a horrible moment when she thought it was going to fall off her hips, but Betty’s tape job held. She was sure that it looked bad from the back though, as well as worrying that it had leaked. There was no way for her to check for leaks without being obvious. She could only hope that no one behind her would say anything, if her skirt really was wet.
“I had a good night.” Camilla said, mentally adding mostly to the end of that sentence. “I have early classes though, I should go home.”
“We’ve had two dates and they’ve both ended awkwardly.” Belén lamented. “Next time it’ll be good all the way through.”
“I don’t mind. Friday?”
“Friday.” Belén smiled.
Camila was worried that Belén might try to walk her home again, but on closer observation, the Spanish girl was doing a bit of a potty dance herself.
Except that she managed to hold it. Camila thought dismally.
Belén was gone after a too-quick kiss goodbye. Camila sighed in defeat and trudged back to her sorority house. On the way there, she realized she was wetting again. There had been no warning that time. There was no point in trying to stop it once it started. She was already soaked, was already dreading what her mommy would say.
I still have to get my last spanking from Heather. I sure know how to end a night.
Even the heaviest gloom and doom couldn’t erase all the of fun she’d had that night. Smiles would break through her frown as she remembered cute moments on the date. There was something really special with Belén. Camila had only to figure out her diapers to get to it.