Re: Nocturnal Emotions (Chapter 8 Posted 7/17/11)
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I had a wonderful dream. I dreamt that I was happy. The details are fuzzy, but I know that it had something to do with Skye and I being together.
I woke up to find my lap empty and a blanket covering me as well as a pink post-it note stuck to my forehead. I pulled the little square off of me and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before reading it.
‘Sam, I had to run into town to mail something so I can make $$$. I’ll be back soon, and I’d really like it if you stayed for dinner. Love, Skye.’ I smiled as I set the note down on the coffee table and stretched before getting up. I went to the bathroom and then went out to the backyard and pulled my phone from my pocket. I scrolled down my contact list and stopped on Madeline’s name and hit SEND.
I got her voice mail and waited for the beep before leaving my message. “Hey Madeline, this is Sam Roosevelt calling to schedule an appointment with you for next week sometime. Call me back and let me know what you have available. Thanks.” I said. I closed my phone and pocketed it then headed back into the house.
I grabbed a Pepsi from the fridge and went back to the couch to wait for Skye to get home. I only had to wait a few minutes before I heard the front door unlock. I quickly set my drink down and got up from the couch and headed to the door as it opened and Skye came in.
“Oh, you’re awake.” She said as she shut the door and set her keys down on the small table next to the door. “Did you get my note?” she asked with a playful giggle.
I smiled. “It was sort of hard to miss.” I said.
She returned my smile. “Did you snoop while I was gone? Maybe take a peek in my medicine cabinet? Poke around my underwear drawer? Try on my clothes?” she teased.
I nodded. “I did all of those things.” I said. “But, I think you look much better in your clothes.” I added.
“Well, I don’t look half bad out of them.” She said with a mischievous grin and a wink.
I chuckled and then leaned in and kissed her. I gently slid my tongue into her mouth and caressed her tongue with mine before picking her up and holding her to me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me passionately as she wrapped her arms around me.
I broke the kiss off after another moment and shifted her around so she was perched on my hip with her butt supported by my arm. “We’ll finish that later.” I said after she made an unhappy grumble and started to pout. “If you’re a good girl.” I added.
She gasped and playfully smacked my arm. “I’m always a good girl.” She said nodding her head to emphasize her point.
“Is that why you peed all over the floor earlier?” I asked.
“Well, I’m mostly a good girl.” She corrected.
I set her back down and went to grab my drink. “So, what’s for dinner?” I asked.
Skye unbuttoned her pants, slipped her flip flops off and removed her jeans. She draped them over the back of the couch and then pulled her shirt off and set that on top of the pants. Then she removed her bra and sat that on top of both the other garments.
I admired her body again as she stood there naked except for her diaper. Her breasts, B’s at the most, swayed ever so gently as she picked up her small stack of clothes and headed out of the room. She returned a moment later, pulling her pink penguin shirt over her head as she walked into the room. “Much better.” She said with a smile. “Oh, dinner is going to be lasagna.” She said, remembering that I’d asked.
“Yum.” I said. “Do you need any help getting it ready?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Nope, I can do it all by myself.” She told me as she beamed with pride. “You can however sit at the table and talk to me while I cook.” She said.
I went to the table and had a seat. “What should we talk about?” I asked.
“Well, I told you about my childhood, tell me about yours.” She said.
I chuckled. “Not much to tell.” I said. “I had a pretty normal childhood, and my parents loved me very much.” I told her.
“What do they do?” she asked as she rummaged around the kitchen collecting ingredients and cooking utensils.
“My dad is a lawyer and my mom’s an optometrist. They moved to Colorado two years ago when my dad got promoted to CEO of the Denver office, and my mom opened her own optometry office.” I explained.
“So your family has money?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yes, my family does have money.” I told her, putting emphasis on the word ‘family’.
“Bad blood between you and them?” she asked.
I sighed and took a sip of my soda. “A little while after they moved to Denver they asked me to take my sister in because she’d fallen in with a bad crowd. I told them that she was sixteen and she was going to make some bad choices.” I explained. “Six months later she was raped at a college party she somehow ended up at. My parents blamed me of course, and they said some things and I said some things, and to make a long story short I’m not in the will anymore.” I said.
“I’m sorry.” She said. “What about your sister, how does she feel about you?” she asked.
“I’m her big brother; I don’t think she’ll ever stop loving me.” I said. “Anyway, she still sends me emails and stuff regularly. She says that as soon as she turns eighteen she’s going to move out and come visit, so I have that to look forward to.” I said with a smile.
“Well if you’re as caring with her as you are with me, then I think she’s very lucky.” She told me.
I laughed. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be bottle feeding my sister while she snuggles on my lap if that’s what you mean.” I said.
Skye stuck her tongue out at me. “You know that wasn’t what I meant.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Let’s play a game!” she shouted excitedly.
“What kind of game?” I asked.
“Like truth or dare, but without dares.” She said. “So, let’s play Truth. I’ll ask you a question and then you ask me one and we’ll go back and forth until we run out of questions.” She explained.
I nodded. “Alright.” I said.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Twenty-six.” I told her. “How old are you?” I asked before taking a drink of my soda.
“Seventeen.” She answered.
I choked on my soda and turned away as I coughed violently to keep from choking to death. “What!?” I screamed.
Skye burst out laughing, her face bright red. “I was joking, it was just a joke.” She said. “I couldn’t help myself, I knew you’d freak out, and you were in the middle of drinking, and it was just too perfect to pass up.” She explained. “I’m twenty-five.” She added.
“That wasn’t funny.” I told her as I wiped soda from my chin and cleared my throat. “I want to see you’re driver’s license.” I said, causing her to laugh again.
“Alright, it’s my turn. What are your fetishes?” she asked.
I raised my eyebrows. “Upping the ante, eh?” I asked. “Well, before I met you I was mostly two scoops of vanilla. Now though, I think women in diapers and baby clothes have piqued my interest.” I said.
She smiled. “Well, that’s good for me then.” She said.
I nodded. “What about you? Do you have any other tricks in your bag?” I asked.
She continued working on our dinner and didn’t look up when she answered. “Well, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, I like humiliation, and also I like to be dominated.” She said. “But, none of that should be news to you.” She said looking up at me with a grin.
I nodded. “I guess I’ve seen it all. Well, see ya.” I said before pretending to get up and leave.
“Sit your butt down mister man.” She ordered with a giggle. “How many girls have you been with?” she asked after I’d returned to my seat.
“Five.” I said simply.
She looked surprised. “Only five?” she asked. “Wow.” She added.
“Is that a lot?” I asked.
She shook her head and laughed. “No, that is not a lot. That’s why I’m surprised, you’re so handsome that I figured it’d be higher.” She explained.
I blushed slightly at being thought of as handsome. “Well, you’re absolutely stunning, so maybe I should brace myself for your number.” I said as I grabbed the table and pretended to hold on for dear life.
“Two.” She said with a perfect little smile.
It was my turn to be surprised. “Two. That’s amazing.” I said. “So, you’re barely not a virgin then.” I mused.
She laughed loudly. “No, I’m very far from not a virgin.” She said. “I said I was with two guys, not that I’d had sex twice.” She clarified. “Why is that a thing that excites guys? Being with a virgin, I mean.” She asked.
I shrugged. “We like to defile the pure.” I joked. “I really don’t know it’s kind of a boon to our ego’s to know that we’re the first guy to be with that girl.” I explained. “The two guys you were with, were you little with them?” I asked.
“One, yes. The other guy wasn’t into it, so we didn’t include it in the mix.” She answered. “That guy turned out to be a mistake.” She added.
“How so?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t want to answer that.” She said, a pall coming over her face.
I nodded. “Okay, sorry.” I said.
“Don’t worry about it.” She said, her mood brightening again. “Have you ever made any mistakes when it comes to girls?” she asked.
I nodded. “With my first girlfriend.” I said.
“What happened there?” she asked.
I sighed. “Well, I was seventeen, and we’d just recently had sex for the first time and we both wanted to experiment with other positions and stuff.” I explained. “Anyway, one night we tried anal sex, and the next day she called and told me that she was, umm bleeding.” I said, unsure of how to say that particular part.
“Like from her butt?” she asked with a smirk.
I nodded. “Yeah, she was bleeding from her butt.”
Skye started laughing. “Oh no.” she said between giggles.
“Yeah. So anyway, I wanted to be a caring boyfriend so I went and got her some flowers.” I said. “And a card.” I added.
New laughter started from Skye. “What did the card say?” she asked, trying to quell her laughing.
“Get well soon.” I said.
That was it, Skye was gone after that. She began to laugh hysterically and tears started forming in her eyes.
“It’s not funny.” I said between laughs of my own. “She apparently didn’t think it was very sensitive to her situation and she broke up with me.” I added.
Skye was still unable to control her laughter, she’d started holding onto the counter to keep herself from falling to the floor. “Aww, that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” She said between gasps for air. “I wouldn’t have dumped you.” She said as she came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“It wasn’t my fault that the store didn’t have a card for that particular occasion.” I said. “I did the best with what they had.” I added.
Skye started laughing again. “I’m sure that ‘Sorry I made your ass bleed.’ cards would sell like hot cakes if they existed. That has to be a huge untapped market.” She said with a fresh fit of giggles.
We sat down to dinner some time later, the lasagna smelled fantastic, and Skye had opened a bottle of wine for us to enjoy with dinner. We sat and ate, enjoying the food and drink, and most importantly the company. By the time we’d finished eating Skye looked like she hadn’t used silverware to eat at all. She had bits of tomato sauce on her chin and the edges of her mouth, and her shirt was riddled with tomato sauce spots.
“Is any of that intentional?” I asked gesturing to the stains.
She looked down and blushed. “Sadly, no.” she said. “I think I’ve had so much practice eating like a baby that I can’t help it anymore.” She said as she wiped at the spots on her shirt with her napkin.
“Do you want some help with that?” I asked.
She stopped wiping at her shirt and looked up at me, and then she nodded slowly. I got up from my chair and walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a dish towel and got it wet in the sink and then went to her and knelt down in front of her and began dabbing at the spots of tomato sauce.
“You were a very good girl today.” I told her as my dabbing reached the spot on her shirt just above her nipple.
She shuddered and looked at me hungrily. “Was I?” she asked.
I nodded and changed my dabbing to gently circular strokes. “Yes you were.” I told her.
She put her hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “Let’s see if we can’t change that.” She said before she leapt off the chair toward me entrusting me to catch her.
I did catch her, and then I hoisted her and myself up as we started kissing each other passionately like we had earlier that day. I supported her butt with my left arm and removed her shirt with some help from her and my right. Then she pushed away from me gently and looked down.
“I’m wet.” She said sheepishly.
I smiled at her. “You’re gonna get a whole lot wetter.” I told her, impressed with myself for coming up with such a sexy line.
She giggled. “I’m sure I will, but that isn’t what I meant.” She said. “I meant my diaper is wet.” She clarified, choosing her words carefully, afraid of turning me off.
“Is that going to be a problem for what we’re planning on doing?” I asked.
She shook her head. “It isn’t for me, I just thought I’d make you aware.” She said.
“Thanks for the heads up.” I said before I resumed kissing her and we headed back to the bedroom.