Sam and Alex

It was another late and lonely Friday night for me, sitting at home with nothing to do but drink and surf the net. I was trying to remember when my next batch of work was due in and if I could afford another weekend of doing nothing and still be done in time. I was trying to find something worth doing online before deciding to hit the hay and fall asleep to the sound of raindrops on the roof. Times like those I wished I had someone to keep me company. On some occasions like that, as if someone high up is listening in on my thoughts, the doorbell rings.

 

After double-checking that I wasn’t already asleep and that Saturday morning really was about to begin, I got out of my seat and went to see whoever thought house calls at the middle of the night are acceptable.

 

Standing out in the cold rain with a bright yellow raincoat draped over her clothes and an overnight bag in one hand, Alex said, “Hey Sam. Long time no see.”

 

By my account it was only two weeks ago. Alex and I had shared a passionate but short-lived relationship some months ago and at the end we’d agreed to go our separate ways. I never went looking for Alex but somehow she always ended up finding me. If she hoped to reignite that flame we shared, I didn’t know, but she always seemed to show up when it pleased her and tried her best to please me.

 

“Mind if I come in? It’s a bit cold out here.” Alex said and flashed her signature grin. Innocent yet playful, her smile encapsulated her personality and try as I might, I just couldn’t say no to it.

 

“Come on, then. Wouldn’t want you to get a cold.” I stood aside and let Alex step in to my humble abode, dripping rain on the welcome mat. As I hung up her coat to dry on the rack nearby I could smell alcohol on her breath and wondered if she wouldn’t have come if it weren’t for the drink.

 

“How have you been?” Alex asked, leaving her bag on the living room sofa and strolling into the kitchen, very much making herself at home.

 

“I’ve been fine. How’s your boyfriend been?” I asked in return, preparing her a glass of water.

 

Alex turned to me and gave a comically pouty look. “I told you, I don’t have a boyfriend. Seeing someone off and on doesn’t make it a relationship.”

 

“You don’t say,” I muttered as I sipped my own water. “What are you doing here?”

 

Alex threw her hands up in an exaggerated shrug and said, “I was home alone and bored. I knew you would be too so why not spend the night together?”

 

“Did you think it was a better idea after a few drinks?” I asked, pouring her another water.

 

Alex smiled cheekily again and moved in to embrace me. I didn’t return the hug.

 

“You know how much I love my bottle.” Alex whispered, her lips nearly brushing my ear.

 

“I think you should to go to bed.” I said evenly.

 

“I will. If you come with me.” Alex said with a gentle kiss on my cheek.

 

Taking my hands, she guided me slowly down her back until I was caressing her butt. Even under her thick and baggy sweatpants, I could tell she was wearing my favorite kind of underwear. The little tease, she always knew how to sway me.

 

“Can’t we just spend the night together? Put on a movie and snuggle a while?”  Alex asked softly, resting her head on my shoulder.

 

Part of me wanted to say no for the sake of our broken relationship, to prove to Alex that she couldn’t manipulate me so easily, or at least that I was resistant to it. I wanted to, but it had been too long since my last passionate encounter and my baby girl had come back.

 

“Alright,” I said. “Come with me.”

 

Alex practically skipped alongside me to my room, her overnight bag in tow. “You know the drill,” I said. Alex set her bag beside my bed and immediately stripped off her shirt, bra and pants, leaving only her soaked diaper on. She laid down flat on her back and spread her legs wide, waiting for me to take care of her.

 

“All that booze goes right through you,” I commented with a gentle squeeze of her soggy crotch. “Or is this from the rain?”

 

Alex didn’t respond, not verbally. She answered with another of her award winning smiles and gestured for me to come close for a kiss. I gave her a peck on the forehead and got to the job of changing her diaper.

 

Stashed within her overnight bag I found six spare diapers and soaker pads, a bottle of baby powder, a pack of baby wipes, two empty bottles, a pacifier, a pair of plastic panties and a zip-up onesie. All of them familiar from every previous encounter with Alex, I knew how to please her and she knew how to please me.

 

While undoing the tapes of her wet diaper I noticed Alex had neglected to use a soaker. “I hope you weren’t planning on getting in my bed like this,” I said with a patronizing headshake. “You’ve always been a bedwetter, and I won’t have leaks in mine.”

 

After I had wiped Alex down and applied a generous amount of baby powder, I unfolded one diaper and slid it under her with a soaker inside. “And I know you like your diapers thick, don’t you?” I tore a few holes in the cover of the freshly applied diaper and promptly taped another over the top. Alex experimentally squeezed her legs together but couldn’t get her knees to touch, and responded with a playful giggle.

 

I popped Alex’s pacifier into her mouth and took her by the hands, pulling her off the bed and to her feet. Alex took me in another tight embrace, her hands wrapped around my back while I gave her thickly padded butt a few more pats.

 

“We’re not finished yet,” I said. “Tonight, I want you to be leak-proof.”

 

Alex reluctantly broke out of the hug while I picked up the plastic panties, stretching the waistband apart and allowing Alex to step into them. I pulled them up into place, crinkling softly all the way while I made sure they completely sealed around Alex’s legs and waist.

 

“There we go. Almost ready for bed, I think,” I commented with a sly smile. “Do you want help putting your PJs on?”

 

Alex responded with a meek nod, still smiling behind her pacifier. I held her onesie open while she stepped into the legs and slid her arms through the sleeves, finishing the job by zipping it all the way up. The onesie, already tight on Alex’s body made her double diaper all the more obvious My baby girl stood before me, cute as ever and I immediately felt as if all the passion had come back in a single rush.

 

“Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous,” I said. “Do you want to pick us out a movie to watch?”

 

Alex nodded enthusiastically and immediately began scanning the shelves of DVDs for something to put on. She conspicuously bent over, making her thickly padded butt even more obvious to tease me. I took the two empty bottles from her bag and returned to the kitchen to fill them up with warm water, both to keep her from getting a hangover and to make sure her diapers were thoroughly used through the night.

 

When I returned to the room Alex had already picked out and put on The Little Mermaid and huddled underneath the blankets on the bed. I joined her under the covers, bottles in hand and gently removed her pacifier.

 

“Hey!” Alex said in quiet and simple protest, looking at the bottles with confusion.

 

“You can have it back when you drink these,” I said softly but firmly. “I like my baby when she’s tipsy, but when she drinks too much she gets cranky the next day.” When Alex responded with a silent pout, I added, “My house, my rules.”

 

Alex reluctantly took the first bottle and drank from it, eyes fixated on the TV. Within a couple of minutes she had arranged herself comfortably against me in a spooning position, her crinkly diapered butt rubbing against my crotch while I held her bottle in place. She finished off the first bottle within about ten minutes, which I swiftly replaced with the second. Alex made an effort to finish the second bottle even quicker and turned to look at me with her puppy dog eyes.

 

“Can I have my paci back now?” She asked.

 

I gave her a short kiss on the lips and smiled at her pouty reaction before giving her pacifier back. Alex rearranged herself again so that we were facing front to front: Her padded crotch rubbing against mine, her face buried between my neck and shoulder. Through her pacifier I heard her mumble something that sounded vaguely like “I love you” and I smiled to myself.

 

I placed both of my hands on her butt and gave a soft squeeze, thinking she already felt wet. As Alex drifted off to sleep and as I felt my own eyelids grow heavy, I whispered in her ear, “I love you too.”