14

The second best thing about the library was the book smell. The rich smell of old paper came in second because with the sheer size of the place, it was almost cheating to mention the book smell. Three floors and two sprawling wings of space made for a lot of stacks of books.

All that space was the reason for the library’s best feature, which was that it was a maze full of knowledge. The way the library had been added on to over the years and periodic reshuffling of the stacks made venturing out of the core area a daunting prospect.

Camila was excited to have a good handle on the layout after a mere week on her new job. That reshelving books was her primary duty certainly helped with her mental map. She was on her fourth cart of books for the day when she spotted a familiar cascade of black hair. Belén looked so good, crouched down in a pencil skirt as she scanned one of the shelves.

Quickly, Camila checked herself over. Her pits were good and her breath seemed okay. She had a diaper on, of course, but it was a slim medical style without much crinkle. More importantly, it was currently dry.

“Hola Belén.” Camila smoothed her hair down with clammy hands.

“¡Hola guapa!” Belén stood and moved right in for a hug and a kiss. It wasn’t a casual kiss either. Camila found herself pressed back against the shelves. Belén’s tongue passed Camila’s lips, her hands were on Camila’s waist. Pink-cheeked and dizzy, Camila caught her breath as the kiss ended.

“Did you miss me?” Camila smiled in a daze.

“Did I not make myself clear?” Belén answered Camila’s smile with a feral grin. “Let me try again…”

“Wait!” Camila squeaked. “I’m at work.”

“Hostia.” Belén bit her lip. “I was going to drag you back to a deserted section. There’s always an empty spot in big libraries.”

“The children’s books.” Camila giggled. “It’s a labyrinth and it’s always deserted.”

“Are you offering to show me where it is?”

“I can’t! But I wish I could. I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“I felt sorry I had to cancel our date. Your government thought they lost my visa. I had to go to New York for the consulate to get it sorted out.” Belén’s strained smile spoke volumes about her bureaucratic nightmare.

“Oh no! Is everything okay now?”

Belén nodded. “It seems they never actually lost it, but someone thought they did. It’s fixed now.”

“I work for the next two hours and I have a big assignment to do tonight, but if you want to go out tomorrow, I’d like that.” Camila caught her bladder at the last moment, annoyed at how lazy she’s gotten at holding her pee.

“There’s a nice deli near my dorm. I could show you my room.” Belén took a quick look around before going in for a kiss on Camila’s neck.

Gee, I wonder what we’re going to do once we get to her room. Camila moaned softly, gripping Belén’s lower back. “Yes please.” The tension in Belén’s back eased almost immediately. It was a sweet reminder that they were both a little nervous.

“I should let you get back to work. If I stay, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

“Can I help you find the book you were looking for?” Camila brushed her fingers through the glorious silk of Belén’s hair.

“I found it when you said hola.” Belén gave Camila a longing kiss and drifted reluctantly backwards.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Camila held Belén’s hand as their arms stretched out, dropping at the last touch of their fingertips. Belén nodded, grabbing her book and hurrying away with steps that barely touched the ground.

Camila was feeling floaty herself. Unfortunately, her distraction had her wetting as she returned the empty cart. There was no more time to be hiding her padding or sneaking around in diapers. She had twenty four hours to get her bladder under control.

It shouldn’t be that difficult! I was plenty potty-trained before I started wearing diapers. I can do this. I’m just being lazy, or something.

—–

Back at the Delta Lambda Gamma house, Camila mingled with her sisters in the living room. As much as she loved coming home to a busy, chatty group of girls, her heart wasn’t in it that night. She needed to find her Mommy ASAP. The Heathers always seemed to know where to find a particular sister, which was either creepy or awesome depending on how much you needed to find someone.

Luckily, Camila didn’t have to bother the senior girls with her request. She could just imagine Ginger mocking her with something like, “Can you help me find my mommy?” if the other girl got wind of her search. Her once-rivalry with Ginger seemed to have become a full-scale war. It was getting to the point that Camila would take the long way around the house if she heard Ginger’s voice down the hall.

If she didn’t keep flaunting her new girlfriend so shamelessly, that’d take away half the annoyance right away. I can’t believe how much PDA they get away with! Octavia was generous enough to let Camila know where Betty was, even after Camila’s disapproving look at the beer she was drinking in the living room. Delta-Gs weren’t supposed to be big drinkers – but Camila supposed a single beer in the living room wasn’t the end of the world.

Regardless, she was able to find Betty in the kitchen, helping several other girls make a group dinner. As soon as Betty saw the look of distress on Camila’s face, she pulled her Little girl into her lush embrace.

“Mommy, I need help.” Camila whispered. To her horror, Betty responded by pulling on the waistband of her diaper. One of the other sophomore girls looked over and giggled. Blushing and sputtering at being publicly diaper-checked, Camila found herself being lead to a corner of the kitchen.

“Whatever else you need, you need a change. I can’t do it right this second. Sit in this corner like a good girl and I’ll take care of you as soon as I can.”

“Wait, no, Mommy! We’re not really playing now and…”

“You just called me Mommy a second time.” Betty said, fishing a pacifier out of her cleavage. “There’s nothing going on that can’t wait fifteen minutes.”

The pacifier was warm in Camila’s mouth. It smelled and tasted like Mommy’s boobs. The combination soothed Camila more than she was willing to admit. Obediently, she took a seat on the kitchen floor. The hard kitchen tile made her wish she’d gone with a thicker diaper for her work shift.

It didn’t occur to Camila to so much as check her phone. She sucked on the pacifier and watched Mommy cook with her friends. The dinner they were making was pretty impressive by college standards. There was a roast, a salad, and multiple side dishes. While the other girls went off to set the table, Betty finished off something in a saucepan.

With everything waiting on the items in the oven, Betty took Camila to Mommy’s room. Camila clung to Mommy’s hand the whole way, blushing every time a sister smiled at her in the hall. They all seemed to think she was cute, which was nice, but Camila was all-too-aware of how few other girls walked the halls with a pacifier in their mouths. In fact, she was the only freshman doing it on anything like a regular basis.

Camila was on her back on a changing blanket before she realized she still hadn’t taken the pacifier out. It felt wrong to take it out when Mommy had put it in, she realized. Plus it seemed unnecessary in the middle of a diaper change. She didn’t have much success being treated as an adult while Betty was changing her diapers – which was hard to protest.

All her reactions felt like they were on a delay. Camila didn’t resist Betty stripping her naked, or even think about it until she was nude on her mommy’s bed. Again, protests seemed silly and embarrassing with Mommy spreading her cheeks to wipe her butt thoroughly clean.

Naked and sinking into Little thoughts, Camila lay passively as Betty put a thick nighttime diaper and a booster pad under her. Extra lotion and powder, combined with the thick padding, meant she wasn’t getting another change that evening. Not being able to close her legs fully, was enough of a mood that Camila was happy to get a onesie and thick tights to wear. She was docile and snuggly when Betty pulled Camila off the changing blanket and on to her lap.

“Now, what does my baby girl need?” Mommy asked, pulling the pacifier gently from Camila’s mouth.

“I have a date with Belén tomorrow. Mommy, I can’t wear a diaper for it. Please, help.”

“You know that you might have an accident if you don’t have protection on, sweetie. Are you okay with that?”

“I don’t have to have accidents! I didn’t before I started wearing diapers.”

“I know that, but you’ve been wanting to be Little in the evenings a lot. I just babied you enough that it would have made you nervous at the start of school. How do you feel?”

“Safe.” Camila sighed and rested her head on Mommy’s pillowy chest.

“I don’t think you’ll feel Little like this with Belén, but you weren’t supposed to use your diapers tonight and you did anyway. What happens if you have an accident on your date?”

“I won’t! I promise. It’s too easy when I’m wearing diapers.”

“Hmm, we can try that I guess. You wouldn’t be the first girl to have an accident on campus. I’m worried for you, but ultimately it’s your decision. You know that, don’t you Camie? You don’t actually need my permission to not wear diapers if you really don’t want to.”

Mommy was right – obviously. Still, not wearing protection against Mommy’s orders felt as bad as taking her pacifier out herself. Camila made some noncommittal noises, hoping Betty would hear whatever she wanted to hear without it being an actual lie.

“Camila, sit up sweetie.” Betty guided Camila up, stabilizing her with a hand on her back and another between her thighs. “If you want to make big girl – adult decisions you have to act like an adult. If you come to me, call me Mommy, and act like a baby – I’m going to treat you like my baby girl.”

“I’m really anxious about losing my potty training. I need – I need you. But I just need one night with Belén. Please, Mommy, help.”

“Oh sweetie. I think it might be more than one night if she becomes your regular girlfriend. You’re going to have to decide between wearing all the time, which the Delta-Gs will support you in, or getting serious about potty training.”

“You could help me potty train.”

“I could, but you got upset when I mentioned a potty training calendar.”

Camila winced. She could already see calendars with twice as much red as green on them in her mind’s eye. I can’t NOT be potty trained though, can I? “I don’t want to not be potty trained, we can do a calendar if we have to.”

“There’s another option. You could tell Belén that you’re incontinent.” Betty stroked Camila’s back to take the sting out of the I word.

“She won’t like me anymore.”

“You don’t know that. You’re not giving her a chance. I know it’s scary, but it seems like something that has to come out sooner or later, given how many accidents you have.”

“But – but – I’m not supposed to tell about the Delta-G ABDL thing.”

“I didn’t say you should. You could tell her you have potty issues, and either wear medical diapers or tell her that you got some pretty ones because you didn’t want to have ugly underwear.”

“Mommy, I can’t!”

Betty sighed and kissed Camila on the cheek. “I’m sorry that you got dumped into all this ABDL stuff so fast. I think you got confused, especially since it was something you wanted before you came here. I’m not sure how to untangle you from it now, though.”

“We don’t have time for that anyway.” Camila slammed her fists on her thighs. “My date is tomorrow!”

“Oh sweetie. Okay, I’m going to do the best I can with you. We’ll concentrate on low-hydration tomorrow. I’ll put you on the potty right before your date. That’s about all I can do, unless you’re willing to wear a pad or period panties.”

“It’s a date to see her dorm room.” Camila ducked her head and blushed.

Betty laughed. “I get it. I’ll do my best to help you. In return, you be a good girl for me tonight. You have homework, right?” Camila nodded.

“You have your backpack right here, so I want you to get started on it while I have dinner with the other sophomores. Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“I’ll bring you back a plate.” Betty was watching Camila curiously. She realized she was frowning and quickly smoothed her features. Betty raised her brows, “Do you want me to bring you a bottle too?”

“I usually get one when we play and we were supposed to play tonight…” Camila couldn’t stop herself from kicking her feet.

“I love that you were looking forward to it so much. A bottle won’t feed you, so you have to eat at least some roast before you get your bottle, understand?”

“Yes Mommy.” Camila reached for Betty and sank into a hug.

“You’re being pulled in a lot of different directions. Please tell me if you’re feeling anxious or upset about this.” Betty patted Camila’s back gently.

“I will. There’s so much to do. I want to do everything.”

“That’s one of the things I love about you, baby girl.” Betty kissed Camila tenderly on the lips before scooting the Little girl off her lap. “Homework now. I’ll be at dinner for about an hour. If you’ve been daydreaming all that time instead of working, you’ll have to eat your dinner on your stomach, understand?”

Camila squirmed, feeling a shiver of excitement at the loud crinkle the gesture made. “I’ll be a good girl.”

“I’m sure you will be.” Betty exited the room after a final pat on Camila’s head.

Homework was a finicky Chemistry assignment that made for an excellent refuge from Camila’s anxieties. When it was finished, and Betty was back, she sank into her Little self. To her delight, Mommy let Camila fall asleep in her arms.

—–

The next day was full of reminders from Betty to not drink too much water. It made Camila realize how much she’d been taking advantage of her diapers to keep herself properly hydrated. Drinking just enough water to keep active thirst at bay, made it easy to avoid accidents all day.

Triumphantly, Camila dressed in a short flowing skirt and thigh high stockings in an effort to draw as much attention to the previously forbidden area as possible. The thought of Belén getting to put her hands anywhere she wanted had Camila quivering with excitement.

Betty had a dire look on her face when she saw Camila’s date outfit, but restricted her comments to sending Camila to the toilet at thirty minute intervals. She even put Camila on the potty directly right before it was time to leave to meet Belén. Camila, worried that she was going to be late, had protested until Betty took matters into her own hands.

I think I was lucky to not get a spanking there, Camila thought as she hurried across campus. The trees were in full spooky mode in preparation for the arrival of Halloween, casting jagged shadows on the path. It would have been scary, if the campus paths weren’t so well lit. Camila didn’t know who had ordered enough lights that there weren’t any concerning dark spots along the paths at night, but she and every other woman she knew at the college were grateful for it.

While she walked, she wondered again about her relationship with Betty. It was sliding into something less sexual and more maternal, though the sexy feelings were still there for sure. She hadn’t realized how quickly she’d been reverting to Little status when she met up with Betty until her Mommy called her out on it. It was something Camila felt like she should be worried about, but the anxiety wasn’t there. On the contrary, the idea of spending less time with Betty was the anxiety-inducing one.

Camila was saved from further introspection by the sight of her girlfriend. Belén had gone all-out, dressed glamorously in a tight dress and a dramatic silver necklace of flat interlinked squares.

“You look amazing,” Camila said, moments before their lips met. The kiss didn’t have the same up-against-the-bookshelf quality that their last one had had, but it made Camila’s belly tingle all the same.

“I like this skirt,” Belén said, fluffing out the thin fabric. “Also your stockings.”

“I wanted to send a message.” Camila giggled nervously. The hungry look in Belén’s eyes quieted her worries right away.

“I hear your message. Ready for a short dinner?”

“As short as my skirt.” Camila said with a wink.

They couldn’t stop touching each other through the meal. Camila couldn’t have described what she ate afterwards, even on threat of expulsion. The only thing she paid attention to at all, was ordering a small drink and making sure to only finish half of it.

The dorm for International students was one of the few cool looking ones on campus. Instead of the heavy brutalist style of the bigger dorms, it was a lovely brick building with actual gargoyles on the eves. Inside, it felt almost medieval, as long as one didn’t look up at the modern fluorescent lights and the air vents crammed in the corner of every hallway.

Belén’s room was small, though not as small as the space Camila shared with Lamara. It was also immaculate. Camila had a moment to wonder if Belén’s roommate kept her side that clean all the time, or if Belén had cleaned it up for the other girl. That thought fled as Belén put her hands in Camila’s hair and caught Camila’s lip in her teeth.

The dress Belén wore was ridiculously fitted, probably a size or two lower than she normally wore. It felt painted on beneath Camila’s hands as they roamed over the soft satin. Camila’s back hit Belén’s bed. As she was catching her breath, the other girl climbed atop her.

“Your roommate?” Camila’s hands were drawn to Belén’s firm breasts like a magnet.

“She’s on a family trip.” Belén panted, lowering her head to kiss and bite Camila’s earlobe.

Out of concern for the tightness of Belén’s dress, Camila’s hands slid to her girlfriend’s back and found the zipper. A lithe wiggle had Belén out of the dress and revealed that she’d had nothing underneath.

Camila’s panties were so wet, she had a momentary panic that she’d had an accident. Belén’s hand found the damp fabric, pressing it against Camila’s sex. The Spanish girl didn’t look like she’d found anything she didn’t expect. Relieved and needy, Camila pressed her crotch against Belén’s hand. It was awkward to strip off her blouse on her back, but Camila managed to thrash her way out of it.

There didn’t seem to be time to similarly get out of her skirt. Camila was pressed to Belén, skin to skin, their tongues intertwined. The Spanish girl’s athletic thighs gripped Camila’s thighs, rubbing a hot wet patch against Camila’s skin insistently.

The way Belén moaned into the kiss was enough to drive Camila wild, even before her girlfriend slid a pair of fingers up inside her. They writhed together on the bed, never seeming to be able to get close enough. Panting raggedly over each other’s shoulders, they pressed their sweat-slick chests together in desperation.

Belén shuddered and pressed her wetness against Camila’s leg in what Camila hoped was just a warmup. The fingers inside her were thrusting and curling delightfully. Combined with Belen’s thumb on Camila’s button, the pressure building in her crotch and her brain was becoming unbearable.

Electricity arced through Camila, sending a scream echoing off the old brick walls. She thrashed in Belén’s arms, squeezing herself around those wonderful fingers. She was floating between the covers and Belén, wrapped in fluffy bliss. Everything was so warm and delightfully wet.

Oh no. Oh god no! Too wet! It’s too wet! There was nothing she could do. Dreading Belén’s discovery, Camila lay under her girlfriend, tingling to the tips of her toes. Belén had a beatific smile on her face – until she looked down. There was surprise on the Spanish girl’s face, but no shock or disgust.

“Camila, did you – what’s the word in Ingles? Squirt?” Belén had a fascinated smile on her face.

While it was technically possible that she’d squirted, that was something Camila had never experienced before. Moreover, there was no pressure in her bladder at all. It was an accident, mercifully small on account of keeping herself dehydrated.

“I – um…” Camila could feel her face flaming. She couldn’t lie to her girlfriend, it simply wasn’t in her. She’d been asked a direct question, and was now on an inevitable course toward that conversation Betty had suggested.

“I’m not upset!” Belén said quickly. “I’ve never been with a girl who does that – not that I have been with so many girls. You seem embarrassed. Was it unexpected?”

“It was – I didn’t expect what happened. It’s really okay?”

“I think I like it. It’s unusual, and kind of sexy. You had to really enjoy yourself for that to happen, is that right?”

“It was amazing.” Camila squirmed. I’m not lying! I haven’t said a lie yet. I’m not really being truthful – but there are no direct lies yet.

“Your face was so beautiful when you – when you – cuando corriste.”

Camila grinned. “You only had a little one though. Can I make your face beautiful too?”

“There’s something I want to do but only if you like it.”

“What is it?” Camila nuzzled her way along Belén’s cheek, kissing her girlfriend’s neck.

“I always wanted to try – sitting myself on the face.”

Considering that she’d just peed on Belén’s bed, it didn’t feel like much of an ask. It was something new and sexy-sounding in any case. Camila nodded and kissed her Belén on the lips.

“Let’s try it. Just make sure you move if I tap your butt, okay?”

“I will.” Belén sat up, twitchy with arousal and excitement. “Do you want me facing um, toward the top of the bed, or your feet?”

“I think my tongue would be in a better place if you’re facing my feet.”

“Good idea.” Belén giggled and crawled to Camila’s head. Camila squirmed out of the very wet spot on the comforter and arranged herself as flat as she could.

Seeing Belén’s thighs part above her was magical. Her girlfriend’s beautiful sex was glistening and spread open as it descended. On the first lick, Belén pitched forward, catching herself on Camila’s belly. Camila had some occasion to be glad that she’d “squirted”, that sudden pressure would have finished her fragile control, otherwise.

They spent a giggly few minutes arranging themselves so that Belén could balance and Camila could breathe. Once they found their spot, the experience consumed Camila. Her whole world was the salty taste of Belén in her mouth, the hot wetness of her that was pressing against Camila’s face. With the Spanish girl’s thighs around her ears and her delightfully round rear blocking Camila’s vision, there was nothing but Belén.

Pressing her tongue against her girlfriend’s button like a mantra, Camila devoted herself to Belén. Muffled by the girl’s thighs, Belén’s rising moans caught Camila off guard. She’d barely heard Belén give voice to her pleasure when her girlfriend’s belly quaked. Falling onto her hands and knees, Belén cried out and ground her sex rhythmically against Camila’s mouth.

They collapsed next to each other, Belén barely managing to turn around to face Camila. As they languidly cuddled and kissed, they entwined their bodies until it was hard to tell where Camila ended and Belén began.

—–

Their first time had become their third or fourth before Camila made it back to the Delta-G house. The bright lights of the pathways seemed less welcome now that her hair was slicked back from a quick trip through the dorm showers. Even with that rinse-off, she was sure she smelled like sex. Despite her urge to hurry, Camila took the trip at a gentle pace. She was feeling a tender between her legs, and euphorically relaxed everywhere else.

Checking her phone, Camila shook her head ruefully. I can’t believe it’s three am! Classes are going to suck tomorrow. At least I don’t have a work-study shift.

It’d be worth every second of grumpy tiredness, Camila was sure. Especially with some Little time at the end of it. For once, everything had gone perfectly. Well, not perfectly, but Belén didn’t notice. I’ll have plenty of time to work on that for next time. Plenty of time.