Re: Never Have I Ever - Ch. 4
Never Have I Ever
Chapter 5 – To the Store
I ended up cleaning the crumbs off the bed anyway. I wanted to wash the sheets and pillow cases, so it was six to one half a dozen to the other! Dumping everything in the washer, I left the laundry room skipping to our living room.
I plopped down on the couch puffing air into my cheeks. My bangs fluttered against my forehead while I exhaled loudly. I’d left my nightgown/t-shirt on and simply added a mid-length denim skirt. My outfit consisted of two kitty related items, a denim skirt that just peaked out below my top, and my long-ish shirt that only left a few inches of the denim visible. I felt pretty fucking cute.
I looked like a twenty-one year old sensible woman who was trying to look like a fourteen year old girl. One who was holding on to her childhood a little too tightly! I suppose in some ways I was. I giggled behind my hand and reached over to the arm of the couch for the remote. I could hear a faint crinkle from my diaper as I shifted my weight from one hip to the other. The sound made my soul smile.
I surfed around o the TV running the channels until I found the new Spiderman cartoon on one of the Cartoon Network channels. I crossed my legs sitting Indian style waiting on Shawn. I was completely totally comfortable. I put my thumb in my mouth and let a little urine loose in my diaper.
“Damn Girl. Earth to Sammy!” Shawn said waving his hand in front of my face.
“Huh?” I looked at him confused, but not pulling my thumb from my mouth.
“Babe, I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes. Space out on me did ya?” He asked rhetorically.
“Sorry hon. Did you know they made a new Sipderman? It’s The Ultimate Spiderman er something like that. It’s pretty cool.” I told him keeping my eyes on the TV slurring my words around my thumb.
“Well, I’ve been trying to get you to leave for like five minutes Sammy. Are you ready to go?” He asked me.
“I mean… Yeah… I guess…” I hedged.
“Shit. Sam how much time is left on your show?” Shawn sighed figuring out my reluctance instantly.
I paused the TV, “Uh… Says five minutes, but we can go now. I don’t even know what season this is.”
Shawn threw a hand to me and helped me up. I heard the crinkle of the diaper as I stood.
It still sounds amazing! Wonder if he could hear it. I thought standing up and peeing a bit more. Forgot how leaky I get after wearing these things for a while straight.
I laughed at that. Shawn just looked at me like I was crazy for laughing at myself.
“Did you hear me getup?” I asked.
“You’re not that old Sammy.” He barbed thinking I was talking about creaking joints.
“I know! GAH! I meant, did you hear my diaper when I got up?” I asked him slapping at his arm.
“Nope. TVs on, but it’s not too loud. Get up and down a few times. Let me see if I can hear you when I’m trying too.” He instructed.
I sat down and got back up three times clearing hearing myself each time. The TV was only on like setting twenty-two of fifty. It wasn’t very loud. It didn’t really do anything to drown out the diaper crinkle, at least for me.
“Nope, I was focusing and didn’t hear it. Guess you just have ‘tuned in’ ears.” He lauged.
“Guess so. Where are we going? Want me to drive?” I asked getting my purse.
“No! You know I hate you driving that thing! Gets like negative gas mileage.” Shawn laughs.
“Hey be nice to Big Red. He can kick your car’s ass!” I defended my 2002 F150. “He gets every bit of fourteen miles to the gallon on the highway and eleven in the city!”
“IT”S NOT A CAR!” Shawn whined at the top of his lungs falling back on his old argument.
I ticked off points on my fingers, “All right little boy… Four Doors, Hatchback, No truck bed, Seats 24.3 clowns… TOTALLY a car!” I teased falling back on my own old argument.
“Well, my manly car gets twenty-three miles to the gallon!” He laughed taking my arm and dragging me toward his parking spot.
“Your grocery wagon can get us around town like a dollar cheaper, but I have a bigger gas tank! Less stopping! I win. Trucks rule!” I giggle as he opens the passenger side of his car for me.
“What?” I turned and kissed his cheek, “I don’t get to drive?” Then I busted up cackling while he walked around and got in the C.A.R.
In a long suffering voice Shawn replied, “Hell no you don’t get to drive my truck. I like my fender dent free!”
I changed his radio to the pop hits channel in retaliation.
“Low blow man.” I said in a deep voice, “Who’d Al call when he bought that sofa?” “Who?”
“Me. Well, me and asked me to drive your truck. You’re about as useful as paper in a pool for moving.” Shawn threw back.
“Lord, on fire today aren’t you. You stay up all night getting this conversation prepped?” I asked him teasing. I was used to the upper hand in our verbal sparring.
“You just sit quiet, look pretty, and don’t worry about anything! Even the potty.” He told me with a sexy growl in his voice.
“OK.” I shuddered flushed with the excitement rolling through my body.
Shawn reached over and ran his hand up the inside of my leg. I grabbed his arm and tugged his hand toward my diapered lady bits. Spreading my legs, Shawn traced the gathers on the baby diaper and then pinched around my exposed undergarment. He looked over and smiled.
“Sammy, you’re already wet!” He said in fake exasperation.
“Shaaawwwnnn!” I whined. “I just sort of just go when I’m wearing. It’s like I’m potty trained to use em.” I nodded.
“Potty trained to use diapers? That’s a new one, but it’s ok Sammy. I told you I’d change you if you needed it and I meant it.” He said adjusting his crotch and headed toward town.
“Shit!” I said suddenly a few blocks down the road.
“I don’t have any more.” I said softly.
“It’s ok Sam. Our first stop will take care of that.” He said.
“Where are we going?” I asked for the millionth time.
“Wal-mart first. Then maybe breakfast or lunch or something. After that, I don’t know. I kinda wanted to buy my little Sammy something special today. Maybe a movie later if there is anything playing that we give a shit about. Hell, we may even swing by my sister’s place. We never really go anywhere anymore. I’m usually so tired.” He admitted. “I miss my niece.”
“You’re not tired today?” I asked my thumb slipping into my mouth.
Shit. I don’t think I want to be every-fucking-where today. This diaper sure won’t last. Lana will freak if she catches me.
“Somebody rode me hard and put me up wet last night. I slept like a baby.” He laughed at his pun.
“One of us did.” I countered laughing at my own.
“So, is it ok if I ask questions? Or, are we just playing this thing by ear?” He asked seeming to be afraid of hurting my feelings.
“I don’t know. I have never really talked about this with anyone. I mean in my head, sure, but not out loud with other living breathing people. I guess it’s OK, but it will feel uncomfortable no matter what.” I told him.
“Ok then. I don’t guess I really need to ask anything right now. You just be a good girl for me. K?” He prompted.
“Sure hon.” I replied.
We hit the Wal-Mart parking lot. Shawn dropped me off at the door like he always does cause he’s all sweet and stuff. Today though, he parked his car and met me inside.
“Can you stay awake in here?” I teased him.
“Meh, I’ll crawl into the cart if I get too drowsy.” He laughed taking my hand and driving the cart one handed.
“Thought the diapered one got to ride the cart mister?” I giggled.
He looked at me cocking his head sideways, “You might fit… leg holes would hurt though. Those sexy legs are larger than a two year olds! Let’s go.”
I dropped my purse in the cart and tagged along closely as Shawn moved on whatever mission he was on. He is a stay in the car kind of guy. He usually drops me off at the door and naps or reads in the car until I’m ready to go. Then he picks me up a little way from the door and helps me load the car before running the cart back for me. He’s a sweety!
He looks up at the signage and reads each one like it’s the first time he’s been in here. He sees whatever he’s looking for and heads off in that direction.
Probably is his first time in here four or five months that’s for sure!
We are standing in the housewares area looking at the thirteen gallon trashcans. He’s sat three of them up. Each had a foot levered full lid. Shawn closed and opened them all repeatedly. I bit at my pinky nail watching him do whatever the hell he was doing unable to pin point the final goal. I felt a little more pee turn to gel in my diaper. I started nibbling on my pinky nail more than a little concerned with leaking.
“We adopting one of these, or you just petting them all?” I finally asked.
“Funny Sammy. Just be a good girl and don’t wander off. Here.” He said handing me my phone from my purse.
I crossed my toes in my sneakers praying that these diapers held more than I thought they would and watched him set one trashcan back getting a new one down. He finally made a decision and took my hand again. We wandered off down the fragrance aisle. My eyes watered and I kept sniffling back a sneeze. My nose is sensitive!
Shawn grabs some talc Fabreeze and a few stick-on time release discs. We circle back around to the bathroom stuff and Shawn looks around for some new bath towels or something. I sort of quit paying attention cause… Candy Crush!
Ever notice how much easier it is to pee standing up? Huh guys? Well, it is for me too, and I wet a little again. I crossed my feet back and forth fidgeting and secretly checking my diaper with my thighs. I was getting pretty soggy in those low capacity baby diapers.
That OJ is running straight through me! I thought.
“Those are pretty!” I said as he threw four rose colored large full-body bath towels and a whole wad of wash cloths into our cart.
Shawn just smiled at me while steering across the pathway toward the food section. We were low on a few things, or so I thought.
Instead, he threw some poptarts (my morning favorite!) into the cart along with some fruit smiles, goldfish crackers, and the mixed box of name brand chip bags. He was grabbing all my favorite snack foods. He topped it off with a huge box of movie butter popcorn!
Driving through the beverages, Shawn grabbed some green tea for me and a package of the blue coolaid squeeze bottles with the twist off tops. He smiled at me and crossed behind the housewares into the baby stuff.
Ah! My man remembers everything!
“Uh… I need some baby oil Shawn.” I stuttered.
“I know Sammy. I got this. You just do your phone shit.” He patted my arm.
There was a mother in the aisle that scowled at Shawn, but she didn’t have her kids with her. He threw a couple things of baby oil in the cart. I laughed.
Guess she’s one of those who don’t cuss even when the kids are at home. God, that much oil will last forever.
The lady left us alone in the aisle and Shawn moved the cart down in front of all the diapers. He was reading the packages and comparing the prices like a coupon cutting price conscious shopper, he certainly wasn’t.
Yeah, that was more my role. Shawn just marches into a store straight to what he’s looking for, finds the right size or manufacturer, and then marches right out to pay for it. Well, when he doesn’t just order it online anyway!
“Interesting reading there?” I asked trying to move this along.
“Phone.” He grunted at me bending down sort of dismissing me.
I stopped playing my game as a mix of emotional buzzing flittered into my head while watching him shop for MY diapers. I could pull off the Goodnites and Size 7 Cruisers, but that was it. I wasn’t a small girl. If my hips weren’t still pretty narrow, I wouldn’t be able to get into those either. Not that they fit wonderfully. I had ass cheek acreage chilling in the air conditioning as it was.
“Uh… These aren’t what I normally wear.” I whispered.
He picked up a box (A BOX!) of the sevens, “This is what you’re wearing now.” He said that same voice level causing me to die of shame in the middle of the aisle in Wal-Mart. He was totally certain he was right.
“Yeah, but. I don’t wear them cept at the house and they don’t hold anything, and they are horribly unflattering.” I pointed out whispering again.
“Bull. You look amazing Sammy. Don’t worry about that. I love you just the way you are.” He answered perfectly then blew it all to hell. “Those diapers look amazing on you too.” Again with the room temperature voice.
I’m just going to crawl into a hole and die. I thought dramatically.
“I usually buy the ones I like online.” I told him at the same level finding a little tiny bit of my backbone.
“Well, an internet order isn’t going to do you any good today is it Sammy?” He asked me reasonably.
“No.” Was all I got out before he cut me off.
“Then, these will do for this weekend right?” He asked throwing the box into the cart.
Shawn took my empty hand. The other had found my mouth again for me to chew on my fingernails. I don’t do it often, but had several times already that day. Shawn likes long fingernails. It’s a turn on for him, and it was a good excuse for me to kick my bad habit.
I took my hand out of my mouth and scooted closer to Shawn holding his hand with both of mine forcing myself to stop nibbling. We circled the aisle and made our way back toward the main path. I sort of lingered a second or two in front of the pacifiers.
“You want one of these Sammy? Good, chewing on your nails is a nasty habit.” He asked me in clear range of three carts of people.
I just nodded.
Again, Shawn stood there reading all the packages. He flipped several over reading the back and checking sizes until the found a 24 month nuk. It was yellow with a giraffe on it. They aren’t my favorite, but it was the one he picked out for me.
A conscientious shopper, my Shawn.
My mouth watered looking at it in the cart. I’d never had one before preferring to just suck on my thumb. But, there couldn’t be a cuter image in my head than me sitting on the couch in tall socks watching TV diapered and sucking on a pacifier. My heart warmed along with my diaper covered area.
“This will do. Bet I can get you a bigger one online. You can get anything online.” He said walking off.
Yep. Anything. I thought and had to jump to catch up to him.
I did everything in my power to avoid eye contact with people on the way out of the store. We’d been lucky for a Saturday at Wal-Mart. Normally, I see everyone I know in here. Shawn had waved at a few people, but didn’t stop to talk which was fine with me!
We checked out in the self-checkout and headed toward his car together. We loaded the car and Shawn popped open the box of diapers freeing a few from one of the sleeves. Palming four diapers, he walked me to my side of his car and opened my door. I got in and he threw the diapers on my lap and walked around to his side.
“Take one, and put the others in the console Sammy. We need an ‘emergency’ stash.” He told me poking his head in from his door.
“K. Uh… Where am I going to change?” I asked.
“Good question.” He replied starting his car and pulling out of the parking spot. “Well, I’m supposed to do that right?”
“Right, so… Don’t laugh, but I think I know the perfect spot.” He said driving off.
I played with my phone and looked at the diaper in my lap. I was sort of in my own world again and not paying attention daydreaming about the crazy turns my life was taking. When the car stopped and Shawn put it in park, I finally looked up to see where we were.
“How am I not supposed to laugh!” I giggled.
“Well, no one is usually here on a Saturday.” Shawn chuckled.
He was right though. The church parking lot was totally empty!
I had a good hearty laugh. It felt wrong and right at the same time to get my diaper changed in the church parking lot. I’ve seen countless wet butts swapped out for dry ones coming and going from my truck.
“Fine but you sooo have to hurry! Like REALLY freaking fast.” I made him promise with huge puppy dog eyes.
“I promise baby, now hop out and come around to my side.” He told me getting out and opening the back door of the car over on his side.
I opted to four wheel drive over the console and stayed in the car for my trip to the second row bench seat.
“Lay down baby.” I did. “There’s my good girl.”
One ‘Good Girl’ and bingo my thumb was back in my mouth. I sighed while he wiped me off and changed my diaper. He took one of our spare Wal-Mart bags and tied up my really critically wet diaper. Come on, it’s not like you don’t have a side door pocket full of Wal-Mart bags!
“So I was thinking. Why don’t we crash Lana’s and grab Stacey to go eat with us. She’s old enough to love McDonald’s isn’t she?” He asked.
“Your three year old niece will flip her shit if you swing in and take her to McDonald’s.” I told him smiling while I scuttled up to the front passenger seat again.
“Let’s do it.” He laughed.
“Need me to drive old man?” I teased him.
“Don’t worry about me. Sass me too much and it’s the back seat for you missy!”
“Fat chance of that! I’ll diaper your ass, put you in the back, and drive your car to get your niece. Then you can pay for lunch while we ladies play in the ball pit! What do you think about dem apples?!”
“Well, I’m driving regardless.” He laughed.
“Wait, you’d let me diaper you?” I asked.
“Don’t know. Let me think about it alright?”
“Sure.” I told him with lovely visions of sitting diapered on the couch together holding each other watching a scary movie.