Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-One – Breaking Tension
Warning – For the first time in 100+ pages, this chapter will contain graphic sexual content.
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It was now mid-February, and though the weather was still bitter cold, Bailey was lying in her room, staring at the ceiling in only a t-shirt and diaper at almost three in the afternoon. Her mind had been hazy these past few weeks, ever since she and Eric had watched The Princess Bride at his house, and had some ‘private time’ in his room. They’d yet to have sex, per se, though it had certainly been on both of their minds. Bailey actually thought about it a lot nowadays, and wondered if it would ever really be alright for them to go forward with it.
Bailey, like Berkley, had been reasonably popular when they were younger, though when she’d begun losing control of her bladder at the beginning of high school, she’d isolated herself, keeping only a few close friends. She’d had a few short-term relationships, but had never really had sex. In fact, Eric was the first person she’d even permitted to see her shirtless aside from her mother and Berkley. She was nervous; thinking of what sex would be like, wondering what it felt like to have part of somebody else inside her.
Bailey wasn’t completely in the dark on matters of sexual practice; she’d gone through sex-ed twice – once in elementary school, and once in high school health class. She knew how condoms and birth control worked, and had even tried masturbating a couple of times, though she only ever ended up feeling awkward and quickly stopped. She blushed furiously just remembering the times she’d tried it, and without much thought, found the tips of her fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her diaper as her mind turned helpfully to Eric.
She pushed aside the small patch of hair there and felt for the cleft with her eyes closed and her door locked. She knew her diaper was already wet, and that she was getting her hands covered in her own urine, but didn’t care. Her mind was focused on Eric, and all the things they’d done, and more importantly, all the things they would do. She’d seen the part of him that would enter her, and imagined what it must feel like.
“Like this,” she thought, as one finger probed the cleft, and ran over a small fleshy node, which made her toes splay out and curl. She’d gotten a taste of that before, when Eric had gotten particularly vigorous and had thrusted himself at her diaper in just the right spot, but this was much, much better. She stifled a moan as she re-ran her fingers over the small node, which swelled ever so slightly at her touch, becoming firmer and spongy. Her fingers were wet now, though she knew she hadn’t peed anymore.
Tingles filled her whole being as thoughts of Eric, naked and thrusting, mixed with thoughts of herself, also naked, also thrusting. Both moaning, both sweating, and both shaking with overwhelming ecstasy. Her mind seemed to fill with light as waves of pleasure coursed over her, filling her as Eric would fill her.
Bailey’s back arched as she climaxed, moaning perhaps a bit more loudly that she expected, though she thought to herself that it was worth it. Pulling her hand carefully out of her diaper, she saw it glisten with some fluid, which produced a sweet, oddly pleasant aroma, like a mix salt and flowers. She wiped her hands shame-facedly on some tissues she’d taken from a box near her bed, and thought with a jolt of embarrassment, that if she and Eric didn’t break the tension soon, she’d probably run out of tissues really fast.
It was only when Bailey stood up to go wash her hands that she realized her diaper was warm and soggy again, and that she must have wet herself just as she’d climaxed. Quite unhappy with how it seemed like her bladder was dead-set against her having a happy relationship, she let out a low groan, and with her clean hand she opened the door, and stormed down the hall to the bathroom.
After she’d gotten herself cleaned up and changed into a fresh diaper, she called Eric. Despite having successfully gotten herself off for the first time in her life, her mind was still darting to thoughts of Eric and what they must do soon, if she were to hope for any peace of mind. He finally answered his phone after a few rings, sounding thoroughly pleased to hear from her.
Eric was evidently at work, but said that he would be home in a couple of hours. Bailey asked him if his parents were home, and Eric immediately caught on that she wanted to have some private time.
“No, they’ve actually got plans of their own tonight – it’ll be my dad’s birthday this weekend, and my mom’s taking him out to eat at some four star restaurant. They should be out for a couple of hours at least.”
“Good,” said Bailey, her face going red, though Eric couldn’t see it. She struggled with her next thought, whether she should ask him. She wasn’t sure if they were ready for that final act, but thought she might go insane if they didn’t at least try it soon. She stammered over her words for a second, before managing to spit out what she meant to ask, “…and…could you maybe…uh…buy some c-condoms, on your way home?”
She felt the heat in her face increase exponentially with each passing second as she waited for Eric’s reply. Only a few seconds passed, though the pounding in her chest and the heat coursing through her body seemed like they’d gone on for hours before he finally replied.
“What? Oh! Oh, um…yeah, I suppose I could uh…do that,” he said, not quite able to keep the excitement out of his voice.
“Alright then,” began Bailey.
“I’ll see you when you get here. I love you!”
“I love you too,” Eric said, less than a second after Bailey had stopped talking, “See you in a couple of hours, I’ll pick you up.”
The two hung up simultaneously, and Bailey could feel her heart beating rhythmically in her chest as she began playing one of her favorite games just to pass the time – the time until her big moment.
When five o’ clock finally rolled around, Bailey anxiously awaited Eric’s arrival. She knew he’d have to stop by the store on the way over to buy condoms, and when another ten minutes had passed, she realized she was in quite a desperate need to use the bathroom, when she’d certainly not needed it a few minutes before. She clenched her cheeks together as she unintentionally passed gas with every other step as she made her way down the hall to the bathroom.
As she sat on the toilet and relieved her bowels of their stringy, semi-solid contents, she also tried to relieve her bladder. She’d somehow not wet at all since she’d masturbated earlier, and as such knew she was even more likely to pee during her and Eric’s most intimate moment. Though she tried to relax her bladder, all that came out was a short, two-second trickle, before the flow tapered off into solitary droplets and ceased altogether.
She wiped herself, flushed and taped her diaper back on just as her phone began to ring. She answered it, and told Eric she’d be right out. Immediately, she realized she hadn’t been wearing pants at all, all day long, and ran back to her room, threw a passing glance at Berkley’s closed door, behind which she could hear the fast-paced clattering of typing that always seemed to come from Berkley’s room these days, and entered her room, where she grabbed a pair of vibrant green sweat pants and pulled them on, before running down the stairs, where her mom asked if she was going to eat anything before taking off.
Bailey grabbed an apple off the counter on her way out the door, and pulled the door shut behind her. She saw Eric’s car sitting casually at the end of the driveway, behind her own car, as if nothing about this day was out of the ordinary. She climbed into the passenger side, blushed as he smiled at her, and put her seat belt on, as they drove off.
A few minutes later, they arrived at his house, having passed his parents car heading the opposite direction as they pulled onto the street. The two of them went inside, Eric clicked on the light, and Bailey immediately wished he hadn’t. She could see, though he tried to hide it, that there was quite a, elongated bulge in the crotch of his jeans, like something was just bursting to get out. She felt her face burn once more, and as she turned away, trying not to look at that part of him, she felt his hand take hold of her own, and pull gently.
He took her in a close embrace, and in a moment he was kissing her cheek – her neck – her chest. Her shirt was off in seconds, before she even had time to register that they were still in his living room, where his parents, having realized they’d forgotten something, might barge in at any moment. Giggling, and red as ever, she kissed him all over his own neck and chest before tugging him toward the stairs which led upstairs.
Once in his room, their clothes came off alarmingly fast. Eric, lost in the moment, took off his pants and his underwear before Bailey even knew what was happening. Her eyes darted with wonder to the slightly curved thing which jutted out from a tangled dark forest of hair. A moment later, he was kissing her again, and she could feel that hard object pressing not unwelcomingly into her diaper. Almost as an afterthought, he grabbed a small box from the pocket of his discarded jeans, and Bailey saw that it was the box of condoms Eric had bought on his way to get her.
He opened it clumsily, his fingers shaking with excitement, and separated two condoms wrappers, before cautiously ripping one open, placing it on the tip of that curved piece of him, the name for which Bailey was too embarrassed to think about, knowing it would soon be deep inside of her. She watched him unroll the condom from the tip of his penis, to the base, where that forest of hair grew.
Bailey felt a warm, wet tingling in her crotch that she knew at once was not her bladder releasing, but her own body producing more of that slippery, salt-flower scented fluid. She placed the thumb and forefinger of each hand on the tapes of her diaper, hesitated for the briefest moment as she wondered what they’d do if she began peeing, and ripped the tapes open, as she decided she didn’t care – what she wanted right now was Eric.
Eric pressed himself into her again, and soon her hand brushed up against that hard part of him, and she wrapped her hand around it, pumping her hand backward and forward, backward and forward. Eric kissed her more, kissed her neck and her bare chest, caressing her nipples with the tip of his tongue. Bailey was moaning, and a second later, she was on her back: Her knees; bent, and her thighs; spread.
Eric clambered on top of her, and positioned himself between her legs. This would hurt at first, she knew that much, but she still wasn’t prepared for it. As Eric moved himself forward, rocking and thrusting, Bailey felt a sharp pain, as something in her ripped. She let out a hiss of pain, but motioned for Eric to keep going, as he’d shown every sign of stopping. As they progressed, the sharp pain dulled to a small throb, but as her body relaxed, and her body produced more of that salty fluid, it subsided almost entirely, or was at least overwhelmed by the ecstasy that now filled her.
She felt him inside her, and moaned audibly as he thrusted in and out, and some part of him found that little fleshy node she’d been so eager to stroke earlier. She moaned louder still, and tried to cover her face to keep herself from screaming with sheer pleasure. Faster and faster he thrusted, as the bed frame banged against the wall – thud-thud-thud-thud-thud – Her eyes rolled back to whites as she let out an audible moan, which she forced into a squeak of pure bliss, and her toes splayed and curled time and again. For the second time that day, she had climaxed, and she felt Eric beginning to shake, as his stamina was coming to an end.
That was when Bailey felt it; there was a small pool of liquid forming under her, and her face flooded with shame as she realized she’d begun peeing while Eric was still inside of her. Eric, however, seemed undeterred and kept thrusting, though he seemed to be slowing. A few seconds later, he gave a series of spasms and a few muffled grunts, and pulled himself out of her. Bailey saw that the condom, covered in a small amount of blood, was half-filled with a pearly white substance, and knew at once that those spasms had been his kind of climax.
She stood up, her face burning red from having wet Eric’s bed. Eric stood up a second later, kissed her neck and fondled her breasts again, before telling her that it was alright, and that he’d wash the sheets immediately. He then grabbed a roll of paper towels, wrapped one around his now slightly-limp penis, and pulled off the condom, wrapping it up in the paper towel as he did so. At the same time, Bailey used another paper towel to wipe the clear, slippery salty-smelling fluid which had begun to drip down her legs, and replaced her diaper, taping it firmly in place, though she knew now that it might be a couple of hours before she wet again.
As soon as they’d gotten dressed again, Eric took the sheets off his bed, and Bailey blushed crimson as she saw the wet spot the size of a large dinner place right in the center. Eric put the sheets in the washing machine immediately before washing his hands. Bailey felt a bit better now, knowing that Eric was not even disturbed by her lack of control enough that he wasn’t able to climax. Indeed, she felt a strong sense of accomplishment, having successfully gotten Eric to finish, as well as finishing herself.
The End of Baby Bailey Bruhn – Chapter Twenty-One.
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