Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 19:37:45 -0600
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Art", Chap. 2

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18 or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as water sports, diapers,
cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please the
author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences of
others he has met.


                          Art, Chap. 2
                         by Amber Fountaine


	Dennis was getting very frustrated. He was scheduled to call Margie
that night at 7 pm, had put together a list of questions for her, and then
Lester had called at 6:45.

	The first few minutes of the conversation had been fine. That was
all it had taken for Lester to thank Dennis for the great blowjob and for
them both to confirm they'd each put on a diaper earlier in the day and had
been wetting it. As a result, they'd both come to the conclusion that wet
was wonderful! But after a couple of minutes of superlatives about how
great it was to be able to pee in your pants and walk around, even in front
of their parents, Dennis was paying more attention to the list in his hand
than he was to Lester.

	Twice now he'd tried to finish off the conversation, politely
telling Lester he had to go. And twice Lester had told him, "Okay, I'll
talk to you at school tomorrow and you can tell me about . . . ." Then he'd
started discussing whatever they were supposed to talk about the next day.

	There were still several minutes before Dennis's scheduled call to
Margie and he was sure she wouldn't be upset if he called a little
late. The biggest problem was complying with his parent's rule about 15
minute conversations, with a 30-minute break between them. If he could get
Lester off the phone quick enough that he could wander through the house
for a few minutes after they hung up, his parents might not count Lester's
call. But if he talked the whole 15 minutes, like it seemed he was going to
. . . .

	He decided to cut him off in mid-sentence. "Lester, I HAVE to
go. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Goodbye." Before Lester could make any
reply, he disconnected and headed for the kitchen.

	"Great supper mom,"

	Mary Benson looked at her teenage son and wondered what was going
through his mind this time. "I'll be sure to tell the folks at 'Pizza Hut'
that you approved."

	"But you made the salad and breadsticks. They were great."

	"Thank you. I guess I can still chop vegetables with the best of
them. As to the breadsticks, you'd better drop a note to 'Pillsbury' and
thank them.  The 'Doughboy' gets the credit for those."

	Dennis knew that conversation-wise, it was a little thin. His dad
was working late and he had to give his mom the impression that he'd hung
around the kitchen for a while before getting back on the phone.

	Knowing the compliments were motivated by something else, his mom
took a stab, but guessed wrong. "Does this mean you need my car for a date
this weekend?"

	"Oh, no. But thanks for the reminder mom! I better get out my
little black book and make some phone calls."

	He had to smile to himself when she didn't respond about him
already being on the phone. Sometimes when he was able to pick up the phone
on the first ring, his folks didn't realize he'd received an incoming call.

	"Don't get too full of yourself," she cautioned, watching him turn
to go.  At the same time, she was happy and proud that her son had finally
broken out of his social shell and, without hurting his grades, had become
comfortable with the opposite sex. She wouldn't have been so happy and
proud had she known he'd rushed home from school that afternoon so he could
suck his best friend's cock.

He was almost to the door when she noticed something that made her ask,
"What did you sit in? There's a wet spot on the back of your warm-ups."

	Thinking quickly - he was sure his diaper had leaked and he
definitely couldn't tell her that - he responded, "Must have spilled some
of my coke when I was chasing the cat off my desk." He kept moving as he
said it, hoping she bought the story and didn't call him back. He knew he
had to be blushing and if she looked him in the face and asked, he'd be
telling her the whole story. He almost didn't breath until he was behind
his bedroom door.

	"Shit!" he said aloud, but softly, as he exhaled. Then he sat down
at his desk and looked at his notes for his call to Margie to see if he'd
forgotten anything. They were in outline form, like it was homework.

1. Ref. to girl's clothes - 'Denise'?
	a. Panties?  2. Xmas skit?  3. Which Connie?
	a. What did they do?
	b. Wet the bed?
	c. Wear diapers?
	d. How often?

	After reviewing each question in his head, he added a number 4 and
the word 'Date?' She probably already had one and most likely it was with
Chad again.  If so, he probably would need his mom's car if they doubled
since Chad drove an old pickup to school. He had no idea who to call. He'd
been seeing Rachel off and on since she'd gone out with him on his first
date. Neither were that interested in the other, but they weren't seeing
anyone steady and a date was better than staying home and watching
TV. Maybe the 'geek group' should have a party like Taylor had suggested.

	That got him thinking about Taylor King. Taylor was one of four
boys on the cheer squad and in Dennis's first period trig class. Margie had
told him several times that of the four boys on the cheer squad with her,
Taylor was the most likely to be gay and that the two of them should
consider getting to know one another better. He knew that her idea of
'better' meant Taylor and him having sex. But Dennis had been having a hard
time reading Taylor.  One day he was sure Margie was right and the next he
wondered. This last week was a good example.

	Friday morning before class, Taylor had come up to him and started
a conversation about the coming weekend. Taylor talked about his folks
having a party and that he'd have to stay home for it. All through the
conversation, Taylor had a hand on Dennis's arm or shoulder, touching him
somewhere. None of the 'geek group' did that - and they were supposedly all
gay. But Taylor did it all the time when he was talking to Dennis. Then
Taylor had asked if Dennis's group of friends ever got together to have a
party and put it in a way that made it sound like he'd like an invitation
if they did.

	Dennis had been a little surprised by that and had asked, "If we
did, would you like to come?"

	Taylor had smiled, winked, squeezed Dennis's arm and answered, "I
love to come."

	Dennis had caught the very intentional double-entendre and as
usual, told Margie about it during their third period Art class and got her
normal response.

	"I told you - the guy's hot for your body," she'd smugly replied.

	So at that moment, Dennis had had to agree with her. It looked to
him that Taylor was seriously interested in having some boy-boy sex play
with Dennis.  But Monday, Tuesday, and again this morning, Taylor had all
but ignored him.  Dennis was hoping that Taylor might become his number
three, the third boy that Dennis would suck, and earn him the right to
become Margie's number three. Assuming Marge intended to go through with
it. She'd come incredibly close that afternoon. He grabbed a pen and added
a number '5' at the bottom of the list and after it, # 3 ?

	He reviewed the list one more time and then dialed Margie's number,
wishing he had his own phone like she did, and decided he'd start by
discussing number 4, their date plans for the weekend, and then segue into
the other things.

	"Chad is history," she told him.

	"But I thought you liked him?"

	"I thought I did too until he tried to make me suck him last
weekend and then told his friends that I had. You saw what happened."

	They'd been in his mom's car, out at the park by the water canal.
Officially it was called, 'Parker Park', but was more commonly referred to
as, 'Park-Park' and was the make-out spot of choice for most of the Canoga
students. He'd been busy in the front seat when he'd heard Margie say,
"Don't," and had unwrapped himself from Arlene long enough to look back and
see Chad's cock sticking up out of his fly and his hands behind Margie's
head, trying to push her down on it.

	Chad had stopped trying to force her, and almost begged. "Damn, you
like playing with it - why won't you suck it? Irv said you sucked him and
you were great."

	"Irv is full of shit," she'd told him. "I never even played with
Irv's."

	Dennis had wanted to intercede on Margie's behalf, but for one
thing, Chad was one of those football players that Margie liked to date and
was about half again Dennis's size. Fortunately, he hadn't had to, but had
watched clandestinely - so that Arlene wouldn't catch on that he was more
interested in watching the action in the back - as Margie had jacked Chad's
cock.  Margie had known Dennis was watching though and teased him about it
later.

	"Okay," Dennis told her, clearing his thoughts and getting back to
the present, "If you're not going out with Chad anymore, who are you going
to draw into your web to take his place?"

	"For a genius, you can be awfully dumb. Who did you ask or have
you?"

	"I haven't yet. It's been a couple of weeks since I asked
Rachel. Probably her."

	"That's what I figured. Too bad, so sad, she has a date."

	"Really? Who with?"

	"Chad," she told him and he could tell she was grinning, just from
the tone of her voice.

	"I can tell you're heartbroken. Your idea?"

	"Yep."

	"Why?"

	"God, you can be SO dense. Try to follow this Mr. Genius. I got rid
of the guy I was dating. I convinced him he should take out the girl I knew
you'd probably ask. Now I don't have a date and you don't have a date. Have
you figured it out yet?"

	Dennis was incredulous. The only thing that made sense to him was
that she wanted him to ask her out. He couldn't believe it but it had to
be. Yet they were supposed to be friends only - her rule. She'd even come
up with the pseudo girlfriend thing, calling him 'Denise'. There wasn't a
woman in the world he'd rather go out with but . . . . .

	She got tired of waiting for his response. "Did you pass out?"

	"Nearly," he answered honestly. He wondered if she could hear his
heart pounding in his chest. Then he asked, still not believing the
obvious. "You want me to take you out? On a date?"

	"Yes, thank you. I'd love to go out with you."

	He knew he hadn't really asked her, but he wasn't going to argue
that point. His main concern was, why the sudden change. Why would the girl
he considered the most beautiful in the school want to go out with him? He
suspected she wanted to go somewhere that she knew Chad would be to make
him jealous. Or that she had some other plan that required his help. He was
dubious that she'd tell him, but he asked anyway. "Why?"

	"Maybe I'm tired of going out with some self-centered jock that
just wants to get laid, while I'm watching all these girls have a great
time with a really nice guy like you."

	That sort of made sense to Dennis, but like she'd said, maybe. He
suspected that it had more to do with her being 'out of work'. They'd joked
about the Canoga Cougars not making the playoffs and the basketball season
not being underway yet, and how the cheer squad was out of work for a
couple of weeks.

	"Your afraid to ask aren't you?" she said, mistaking his silence.

	"No. Well yes . . . I mean . . . . Margie, will you go out with me
this weekend?" He'd almost choked getting it out.

	"Silly, I already said I would. I thought we were done talking
about that.  I meant about our deal. Remember what I said I'd do if you let
me watch you suck Lester?"

	It hit him like the proverbial ton of bricks. That's what he'd been
thinking of before dinner when he'd decided he needed to make a list. The
list was still in his hand. He wondered when he'd crumpled it and didn't
realize his hands had gotten sweaty until he noticed the slight blurring of
the ink.

	He remembered and remembered vividly. He'd been walking with her,
out to the gym for her after-school-practice, and almost out of the blue
she'd told him she wanted to watch him do Lester. He wasn't so sure Lester
was willing to have someone watch them and her final statement on the
subject had been that if he let her watch while he sucked off Lester, then
she'd let Lester watch while he ate her pussy. He'd jogged most of the way
to his house to call Lester and beg for his help in the deal.

	Trying to be as calm as possible, he asked, "You want to let Lester
watch me eat . ."

	She cut him off. "Let's leave him out of it. Lester doesn't have to
be there. That was supposed to be so Lester would let me watch. But he
didn't know I was watching y'all this afternoon so he doesn't have to be
part of it."

	"Okay," he answered, for lack of a more intelligent
reply. Normally, if they doubled, it was for the Friday night game and
whatever party they might go to later. Usually she had a date for Saturday
night too. He wasn't sure which night she preferred, so he asked, "When?"

	Coyly, she told him, "We don't have practice tomorrow afternoon."

	"Okay," he said again, sounding stupider all the time. "I meant
which night do you want to go out?"

	"Either one. Both or neither. I just want to tie you up for the
weekend."

	Her image had changed quite a bit in Dennis's mind over the last
few months. She was no longer the sweet, pixie-like goddess of goodness
that he saw in the halls the prior year. From their first day of Art class
together, he'd begun to realize she was human with all of the human
characteristics, good and bad. And as she'd revealed her sexual side to
him, hinting that she liked things he would have never imagined, her using
the term, 'tie you up' immediately conjured up images of him tied to a bed.

	"You're not really going to tie me up are you?"

	She giggled. "No silly. I mean I want you to be available all
weekend. I have a really big surprise for you." Then before she could say
anything else, he could hear clicks on the line and she told him, "I'm
getting another call. I'll talk to you in class tomorrow."

	Dennis felt like screaming to the whole town. But the only person
he could possibly tell was Lester and he'd hung up on Lester just a few
minutes earlier. Somehow he'd have to hold it in and start making
plans. First thing he had to be sure of was that he had his mom's car to
use.

	She was finished in the kitchen and watching TV so he sat on the
couch beside her, waiting for a commercial. Then before he could ask, she
turned to him, smiling. "So what is it that's kept you sitting there for
five minutes squirming?"

	"I need to use your car this weekend," he burst out, then
remembered to say, "Please."

	"You weren't this excited the first time you went out. Special
girl?"

	"VERY special," he told her.

	She watched him for a moment, studying her son, then told him, "It
was bound to happen sooner or later."

	"What?" he asked nervously, fearing she meant some sort of
scheduling conflict that would ruin his weekend.

	""Don't panic!" she told him, then pulled him to her to give him a
hug. She smiled proudly and told him, "Unless I'm very mistaken, my little
boy is all grown up and has fallen in love."

	Some of the guys in the geek group had teased Dennis about being in
love with Margie and Dennis had blown it off, knowing such a thing wasn't
possible. Hearing it from his mother, who didn't even know the girl's name,
was a much bigger indication of how little he knew about himself and the
rituals of love. Even as he began to balk at her suggestion, he knew she
was right. So instead of protesting her opinion, he blushed instead.

	She continued to watch him, thinking out loud, "Seems like it
wasn't that long ago that I was changing your diapers. Now you're almost
full grown and will be going off to college in another year."

	Dennis missed the part about college, his brain having locked up
when she mentioned diapers. Was it just a coincidence? Could she possibly
know he was wearing one? Was she giving him an opportunity to explain
himself without her asking?

	"Yes, you can use my car. Now let me finish watching this program."

	He got as far as the end of the couch when she stopped him. "Does
this special girl have a name?"

	"Margie."

	"Must be very special indeed if talking to her can make you sit in
a puddle and not notice. Or do I need to start changing your diapers
again?" She was just teasing her son and had no concept of how close she
was to the truth.

	But Dennis did and had never excused himself so fast in his
life. He was glad his mom had dimmed the lights to watch TV so that she
didn't notice his blushing. As soon as he got to his room, he looked at his
butt in the mirror and the small wet spot had grown to almost cover the
seat of his pants. He'd been wetting the diaper while talking to Margie
with the intention of telling her about that and then when the conversation
turned to taking her out, he totally forgot about his soggy diaper.

	The following morning, he found out who had interrupted his
conversation with Margie. Taylor came up to him before trig class. "I was
talking to Margie last night and she told me you have a date with her."
When Dennis smiled and confirmed that it was true, he went on. "That ought
to make a few guys jealous of you and at least one guy jealous of her."
When Dennis didn't pursue that, he told him, "She told me some things about
you that got me thinking. She said you told her you thought I was coming on
to you and that it excited you."

	Dennis jaw dropped and he was about to dispute Taylor's statement,
but Taylor stopped him before Dennis could say a word, putting his hand on
Dennis's shoulder and telling him, "It's okay. The reason she told me that
was because I told her I was the guy that was jealous of her and that I
wished I could go out with you. Then she asked me what my lucky number was
and I told her 'three' and she said I should make a point to tell you that.
She said that's your lucky number too and that you'd understand how
important it was that we both have the same lucky number. Are you into
numerology?"

	"Sort of," he managed to answer, glad the teacher had walked in and
it was time for everyone to take their seats.

	His second period class was much further from the Art room than
Margie's so she was already seated at the table when he got there. He
wasted no time with preliminaries. "What did you tell Taylor?"

	Margie smiled and tried to make him realize he'd spoken so loud
that the whole class was waiting for her response. "Maybe we should wait
until later?" she softly suggested.

	When Dennis saw that there were a dozen people waiting for Margie
to answer his question, he had to concur. He had to wait 30 minutes before
Ms. Ford finished her lecture on the subtleties of color patterns and other
abstract stuff he couldn't follow. Margie could look at the big chart with
the color wheel and envision it as a pallet. He saw it as a light spectrum
and could tell you the frequency and the formula for how to calculate the
wavelength.  Where she saw style and form, he saw the simplest way to build
it. So usually the lectures that bored him were the ones that Margie gave
her most attention. Eventually, Ms. Ford opened it up for the class to
discuss it amongst themselves.

	Dennis opened his text and propped it up like he was about to show
something in it to Margie and asked her, "Okay, what did you say to him?"

	"Him who?" she responded, having a little fun.

	"Taylor. He said you told him a bunch of stuff about me."

	She all but ignored his question. "Old news," she said before
getting to what she considered most important. "I have a huge surprise for
you. Do you ever spend the weekend with a friend? Or at least overnight?"

	"Not in a while, but I have."

	"Can you think of someone or someplace you could use as an excuse
to be out of pocket for a day or two? Especially overnight?"

	"Maybe. I'd have to think about it. Why all the mystery?"

	She couldn't hold it in any longer and it came out in a gush. "My
brother quit his new job and joined the Army and my mom and dad are driving
him to wherever it is he's going for basic training. They're leaving this
afternoon and won't be home until late Sunday. My friend Connie is coming
over. If you want to join us, you're welcome to spend the weekend or as
much as you can."

	Dennis stretched his creativity to the max and over the next few
hours, came up with a plan that might work. If he got caught, he'd be
grounded for life and maybe longer, but spending the night with Margie had
to be worth any risk he could imagine.  He'd never lied to his folks and
hoped he wasn't putting it on too heavy in order to make it work.

	He started with his mom, since he knew getting her involved and her
approval, would make his dad's okay a snap. "Big problemo mom," he started.
"I was supposed to take Margie out Saturday night, but I completely forgot
the Science Club field trip is this weekend."

	"So take her out Friday night," Mary Benson suggested.

	"I wish it was that easy. She's got a date Friday night. So it's
either her or the field trip. I already paid for the trip, but I'd rather
go out with her."

	"Is she that important? Aren't you supposed to be the president of
the club next year? There are more weekends then there are field
trips. Take her out the following weekend."

	Dennis let her come up with several suggestions, hoping she'd hit
on the right one and he wouldn't have to suggest it himself, and finally,
she told him, "Why not ask this Margie if she can go out with her Friday
night date on Saturday night and you take her out Friday night. If she
really wants to go out with you and you explain the problem, she should be
able to help."

	"Yeah, that would work!" he told her, getting all excited. "If we
went out Friday night, I could leave with the club on Saturday morning!
Thanks mom!"

	He almost did cartwheels on the way to his bedroom to call Margie
and got an even bigger surprise from her than he'd hoped.

	"Great!" she told him. "That works perfect. Now we can see that
movie that's starting this Friday night and you can come over the next
morning.  Connie has a date too, so she can't come over until after that
and the guy she dates would never understand about what we like to do."

	"Which Connie are you talking about?" Dennis asked, remembering
that was on his list from the previous evening. "I don't know any Connie
that you're friends with at school."

	"That's because the Connie that I told you about is Connie
McCormick. She lives next door and goes to Saint Agnes. Think 'Denise'
would like to dress like a Catholic schoolgirl in a little pleated plaid
skirt and white blouse?  Connie hates her uniform but I'll bet 'Denise'
would love it!"

	He'd been trying to find the list while he'd been talking and
decided he must have thrown it away. But he remembered that her taunting
him about wearing girl's clothes and calling him 'Denise' had been at the
top of the list. Every time he went to her house, he was expecting that
she'd want to make him dress as a girl and while he'd dreaded the idea at
first, he'd come to be disappointed that she never had.

He had another concern at the moment. "What does she look like?' His dad
had a friend with a last name like that and they had a daughter about
Dennis's age that went to a catholic school and looked like a cartoon
dancing hippo.  If it was the same girl, that might ruin everything.

	"Well, of course she's not as beautiful as me - but she thinks
she's prettier. She's bigger than me - about your size I'd say and unless
you've secretly been lifting weights or something, I'm sure we can dress
you in some of her clothes. And I've got a couple of nighties that I'm sure
would fit you. Even over a thick diaper. And you'll drool all over yourself
when you see her boobs. I'm sure her bras are too big for you. She calls
them, 'boulder-holders' for a good reason."

	Images from the previous afternoon flashed through Dennis's
head. One in particular, of Margie emerging from his closet wearing only a
sexy pair of panties, had been burned in his soul and would last a
lifetime. "I think you have the most beautiful boobs ever," he said,
completely serious.

	"Thank you. You don't think my nipples are too big and ugly?"

	"I wish I could spend all day sucking on them," he told her as he
rearranged the stiff prick in his pants. He was tempted as always, to pull
it out and play with it while he talked to her.

	"Good thing I have two of them. That's the same thing Connie said."
Then she went on to tell him how Connie was supposed to stay with her while
her folks were gone and how the 'no boys' rule had been stressed several
times and was definitely to be followed, which meant that this time she
would seriously have to dress him up like a girl just in case Connie's
parents happened to notice him walk by a window or something and how she'd
told her mom that Connie might bring a friend and Connie had told her folks
that Margie might have a friend from her school staying over too so that
each parent thought the other girl was bringing a friend and how it was all
going to be so great!"

	It occurred to Dennis that his presence, as the third party, had
been explained in advance and obviously well before Margie had bothered to
tell him. But he didn't mention it. Instead he asked, "You're really going
to dress me up as a girl? And put me in diapers too?"

	"Sure. I know you'll love it. Wouldn't you like to wear a diaper to
bed and wet it?"

	"I did last night. I didn't take off the diaper you put on me until
I got ready for school this morning."

	"Did it leak? Did you wet the bed?"

	"A little," he told her. "It was already leaking before I went to
bed."

	"I left you some extras. Why didn't you change and put on two
before you went to bed. If you wear two or three, you can wet a lot and
with three, you waddle like a baby when you walk. Connie is going to try to
get enough so we can all wear diapers all weekend. Unless you'd rather just
wear my panties?  Would you like to get into my panties?" she teased.

	Which is exactly what he told her. "You're a tease."

	"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not. You'll just have to decide for
yourself when the weekend is over."

	"But you're really going to make me dress as a girl," he asked yet
again.  She'd been saying things like that since the first time he'd gone
to her house after school and she'd probably called him 'Denise' a hundred
times since then. At first it hadn't appealed to him, but the reason it had
been at the top of the list was that he'd begun to wonder if she'd ever go
through with it. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he had
come 180 degrees and was looking forward to being dressed as a girl.

	"Dennis," she began, sounding unusually serious. "The whole time
you're at my house this weekend, you'll have to look and act like you're
girl. If Connie's mom comes over to see how we're doing, you're gonna have
to sell her that you're my girlfriend. If she figures out you're a boy and
tells my parents, I'll be old enough to vote before I'm allowed to date
again. I think you can pull it off if you try, but if you don't think so,
then let's not even try."

	Dennis thought about it from a different angle. As long as he could
remember, there'd been some boy in the neighborhood or at school that had
teased him about being a sissy and a little girl. If he had a dollar for
every time that had happened he'd take Margie out for a steak dinner every
weekend until they graduated. Even among the 'geek group', he'd been teased
about sitting like a girl or holding a glass like a girl. But there was a
world of difference from being teased about being a girl and actually being
able to pass as one.

	"I want to do it," he told her, trying to be equally as
serious. "But I don't want to take a chance on getting you in trouble. I
. . . . You mean .  . . . a lot to me."

	"Let me worry about it. All you have to do is whatever Connie and I
tell you and you'll do fine."

	He let it go at that and promised to call her later. His
conversation with her had gone past the 15-minute limit by nearly
double. Besides, he'd heard his dad come in and it was time for the second
part of his act to go on.

	After a quick hello to his dad, he rushed in to tell his mom,
"You're a genius. Your idea worked perfect. The guy Margie had a date with
for Friday night really wanted to take her out Saturday. But I already had
a date with her for then, so that's why he asked her out Friday night
instead. He was glad to swap date nights and now I can take her out Friday
night and go with the club for the rest of the weekend. Thanks."

	"Wait a minute. I don't recall you mentioning that you'd be gone
all weekend. Where are you going?"

	"I'm not sure. I wasn't on the committee for this. Danny, Bobby and
Harold set it all up with Mr. Watson. We're going to a planetarium at some
university and then out in the mountains to look at stars all night. Oh,
that reminds me I'm supposed to come up with some plastic." Then before she
could ask any more questions he might not have an answer for, he scooted
off to talk to his dad.

	"Pops, I need a favor."

	"Pops?" he responded, raising his head and his eyebrows. "Where did
that come from? Let's not get too big for your britches."

	"Okay, dad, I need a favor."

	"Well naturally that would depend on the favor. This is NOT a good
time to ask for money, or a car, or anything that costs money."

	"Oh I don't need money. I need a piece of plastic. Actually I need
two pieces of plastic. I know you usually have some in the garage."

	"Yeah, I should have a roll of that stuff we use for siding. How
big a piece do you need?"

	"Big enough for a ground cover - whatever that is."

	"You're going camping?"

	"I guess. Mr. Watson said the only thing he needed to come up with
by this weekend was two big pieces of plastic for ground covers and I told
him I'd ask you because I knew you had some."

	"Remember the time your Uncle Mac and I took you camping? A ground
cover was what you call the plastic tarp I put under our tent. How big are
the tents?"

	Dennis shrugged. "Don't know. There are six or seven of us from the
Science Club, plus Mr. Watson, going up in the mountains to look at stars."

	"Then I'm going to make a guess that you're using two four-man
tents. If the tents are 8 foot square, two pieces, 10 x 10 should work. How
soon do you need them?"

	"By Saturday morning."

	"Okay. Ask tomorrow if two pieces that are 10 foot square will work
and if he says yes, I'll cut them out for you tomorrow night."

	Dennis couldn't hide his excitement. "Thanks pops - I mean dad."

	Norm Benson was amazed to see his son excited about going
camping. Maybe there was hope for him yet. The last time he'd taken Dennis
camping the boy had acted more like a girl. Maybe this weekend would make a
man out of him he thought hopefully. He would have been VERY disappointed
to know how far he was from the truth.

	"Everything is cool on this end," Dennis told Margie a few minutes
later.  "I even came up with an idea for getting a couple of pieces of
plastic from my dad." Then he told her the whole story he'd given his mom
and dad.

	"That is so cool!" she told him. "That gives me an idea too. We
could strip my brother's bed down and put the mattress on the floor in the
den and camp out in there."

	Before they hung up, Margie had hinted at other surprises and
continued it the next day at school, making poor Dennis more anxious and
eager every time they saw one another. All Margie had to do was wink at
Dennis and the modest young man would blush - and get an instant hard
on. He was counting down the hours to the weekend much like he had the
minutes, a few months earlier when Margie had first invited him to her
house.

	There was one bit of logistics that he still needed to cover in
order to make it work. He had to get from his house to Margie's on Saturday
morning and it had to appear to his parents that he was leaving on a
Science Club field trip. He'd planned to get Lester to pick him up but
Lester had gotten himself grounded for two weeks for something he'd done
and didn't want to talk about. The other members of the geek group that
Dennis felt like he could trust either had some other commitment or didn't
have a vehicle. He planned to hide one of the pieces of plastic in his room
and carry the other, with a change of clothes so he could walk if he had
to. But then one of his parents might volunteer to drive him.

	Margie came up with a solution. "Have your mom drop you off at
school and I'll pick you up there. The band is having a toy drive combined
with a bake & barbecue sale Saturday morning and I'm supposed to be there
anyway.  There'll be bunches of people coming and going. Just put
everything in a backpack and tell her you'll call if you need a ride home
Sunday."

	Dennis decided that maybe he should have a surprise of his own for
Margie and he pulled that off Friday night. They were about three-fourths
of the way through the movie Margie wanted to see when Dennis suddenly
slumped down in his seat to where his butt was nearly off the edge, held
the position for a minute or more, then as he sat back up, he grinned at
Margie and whispered, "I hope it doesn't leak."

	She knew immediately what he'd done and smiled at him, sharing his
secret.  She tried to concentrate on the movie, but Dennis, who was now
sitting smugly in his seat like nothing had happened, had made
concentration impossible for her. She dropped a hand in his lap and
squeezed his crotch, finding the bulk she'd expected. "Did you wear all of
them at once?" she whispered.

	"Just two. I have two left." Then he dropped a hand in her lap and
began to feel around.

	"What are you doing?" she hissed.

	He whispered back. "Just checking to see if you wore a diaper too."

	"You know damn well I didn't - you pervert. You just want to play
with my pussy." But while she acted like she was offended, she made no
effort to stop him and even spread her legs slightly, waiting until she
felt herself getting aroused before lifting his hand and putting it back on
the chair rail.

	Dennis had expected there might be a make-out session in store for
him after the movie. When Margie insisted he take her straight home
instead, he got even more excited, thinking sure she intended to invite him
in. His disappointment was obvious when he got her to her door and a three
way conversation with Connie evolved instead.

	Connie had seen them pull up. She'd been teasing Margie about being
Margie's chaperone for the weekend and had decided to have some fun. She
watched their distorted images through the peephole and as soon as she saw
them lean in like they were going to kiss, she flung open the door and
spoke in a stern voice with one hand on her hip. "What have I told you
about kissing on the first date?"

	The surprised couple separated instantly. Margie knew it was Connie
having fun, but Dennis had met Mrs. Bradley only once - and briefly. He'd
never met Connie and wasn't absolutely sure there hadn't been some giant
change in plans. In the dark doorway, the woman barking at them could
easily have been Mrs. Bradley. But when both girls started giggling, he
realized someone was playing a joke.

	And they weren't done. Margie decided to carry the joke a little
further.  "Well gosh," she camped. "He's already played with my
pussy. Shouldn't I at least thank him and give him a good night kiss?"

	Connie continued to act stern but was having a hard time keeping a
straight face. "Oh, well in that case, as long as he plays with mine too, I
guess it would be alright."

	Dennis stared at Connie, wondering if she might possibly be
serious.  Finally Connie told him, "SO KISS her you dummy." But by then,
they were all laughing too hard for anyone to be romantic.

	Margie gave Dennis a peck on the cheek and told him, "I'm sure
you've figured out that this is Connie."

	"I was sure hoping it wasn't your mom."

	Connie quipped to Margie, "I guess that means he doesn't want to
play with your mom's pussy."

	"ALRIGHT! That's enough. Let's not go there." Margie told them.

	Connie smiled at her. "Isn't that sort of what I said? He doesn't
want to go there."

	Margie grabbed the door out of Connie's hands, shutting it in her
face.  "You better go," she told Dennis. "She only gets worse."

	Before Dennis could respond, there was a muffled voice through the
door saying, "Last night in bed you said I was getting better!"

	"See what I mean," Margie told him. "I'm supposed to help with the
bake sale or barbecue or toy drive or whatever it is at 8 am. And we're
supposed to be done by noon or so, but I could probably leave at any
time. I've got the use of my mom's car so come find me after your folks
drop you off." Then she gave him another peck on the cheek and a pat on his
padded butt. "And keep your diaper on," she added. "I want to find you wet
when I get you home."

	Saturday morning, Dennis's dad thought of something that hadn't
occurred to Dennis. He had to leave early to get to the job site and came
to Dennis's room first, almost catching Dennis in his soggy diaper. "I got
out your sleeping bag," his dad told him. "It's on the couch. It'll be cold
in the mountains."

	"I think Mr. Watson was supposed to be bringing all that stuff,"
Dennis told him, thinking quickly. If his mom dropped him off at school
with a backpack, he was sure no one would notice. But if he were carrying
around a sleeping bag, it would be hard to explain.

	"Take your own," his dad said with authority. "I bought you a real
good one and you've only used it the one time."

	"Yes sir," he told him, glad at least that he'd gotten into his
warm-up pants before his dad had come in his room.

	He had another moment of panic when he got to school and his mom
decided it was cold enough that he should wait in the car for the
others. Dennis dodged that bullet by explaining he was over an hour early
because Margie was supposed to be there with the rest of the cheer
squad. His mom had responded with a nod and comment about 'should have
known' and then told him to have a fun weekend. Suddenly, for the first
time in his life, Dennis was on his own for over 24 hours without any adult
supervision.

	But he still had to find something to do with the cumbersome
sleeping bag and wondered if there was a chance he could get into the part
of the building where his locker was at and stuff the bag in there. He knew
it would be tight, but it was worth a try. He got help from an unexpected
source.

	Taylor had his hand on Dennis's shoulder before Dennis ever saw him
coming.  Dennis nearly jumped out of his skin. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare
you.  What's with the sleeping bag? I thought you were spending the weekend
with Margie? You decide to go camping instead?"

	He could have asked how Taylor knew about his weekend plans, but he
could figure that out on his own. It wouldn't have surprised him if Margie
had told Taylor everything they had planned and wondered if Taylor knew
Dennis was still in his soggy, overnight diaper. But instead of getting
into a discussion about all that, he explained, "My folks think I'm going
camping.  My dad insisted I take my own bag."

	"You'll look silly carrying that around with you. I know Margie
thought she could leave early, but they just told us we have to stay until
noon. Want to stash it in my car?"

	Dennis could see that Margie was on the far side of the gathering
of students, parents, and faculty. Any suggestion that would keep him from
having to walk through the throng with a backpack in one hand and a
sleeping bag in the other was a great idea to Dennis. "Yeah, sure. I'd
really appreciate it."

	"Mmm," Taylor teased. "Maybe later you can show me how much."

	Dennis knew exactly what Taylor was hinting and surprised them
both. "Sure, I'll be glad to," he said, leaving them to walk in silence to
Taylor's car, each thinking his own thoughts.

	Later, as Dennis whiled away the time, mingling with students and
family that were there for the event, he noticed that he got a smile and
wink from Taylor as often as he did from Margie. Twice as the morning wore
on, Dennis had to excuse himself to use the boy's room, certain that the
diaper he had on, the same one he'd peed in at the movie the previous night
and a couple of times after that, wouldn't hold another drop. He discovered
that diapers were not designed to allow a person to use the toilet instead
of the diaper.  Each time he managed to get it done, but with difficulty,
and when his bowels began to rumble, he knew he had a real problem.

	There'd been some stigma to overcome, being a 17-year-old boy
wearing a diaper, but once past that, Dennis had discovered wearing and
wetting a diaper was really enjoyable. But no way was he about to take a
dump in one - especially if he was going to have to wear it for a
while. And he was sure if he took off the diaper he was wearing in order to
sit on the toilet, he'd never be able to get it back in place to where it
would stay on him. Not only were the tapes on the side starting to pull
away and tear from when he'd had to push the waist down so he could pee,
the absorbent material inside the diaper was starting to crumble up from
being wet and Dennis walking around so much.

	He was weighing his options when he saw Margie, followed by Connie,
making a beeline for him. As soon as she was within hearing distance, she
told him, "Let's go before they change their minds."

	"I thought you weren't going to be able to leave early?" he asked
as they hustled him toward the parking lot.

	"I reminded Mrs. Gaston that we had to be at school early Monday
for skit rehearsal so she said any of us involved in putting on the
Christmas skit could leave if we wanted."

	"Do I have to be there? You said that was going to be the big favor
I owed you and you've never said anything else about it."

	Connie joined the conversation. "Y'all are doing a Christmas skit?
Please tell me it's not another nativity scene. St. Agnes does the SAME
skit every year. They even laminated the scripts so they could use them
over again and again."

	"What we're doing is a parody on the nativity scene. It's gonna be
really funny."

	"Why do you need me?" Dennis asked. "I took a semester of speech
but not any drama."

	"No acting necessary. You're going to be the baby. All you have to
do is walk around in a diaper, lay in a crib for two scenes, and that's
it."

	The thought that he'd have a good reason to be able to wear a
diaper in front of the rest of the student body excited him. It also
reminded him of his problem. "I really have to go!"

	"That's what diapers are for," Connie told him. "To see how wet you
can get."

	The girls thought that was humorous but lost their smiles when he
told them, "Does that include messy diapers?"

	That caused both girls to screw up their faces and make some
version of, "Eewwh, no,"

	"Then you better hurry."

	Margie didn't break the speed limit, but she used every
mile-per-hour she was allowed and in just a few minutes, she was pulling
into her garage with Dennis kneeling on the back floorboard.

	Margie and Connie laughed when Dennis took off like a shot and he
made it to the bathroom that was between Margie's room and her brother's
with barely a moment to spare. The wet diaper was still around his ankles
when the girls followed a minute or two later. He was startled to have them
walk in on him, but so relieved - in every sense of the word - that he just
sat there wondering what they were up to.

	At first, they pretty much ignored him, talking about Connie's date
from the previous evening as they began drawing a bath. Dennis assumed the
bath was for one or both of them and wondered how long he could get away
with sitting quietly to one side, observing. He was smarter than that, but
in the presence of females, even the smartest of men can loose it.

	While Connie was trying to find Margie's box of bubble bath, Margie
turned to Dennis. "Alright Miss 'Denise', time to get you started on your
weekend."

	Dennis looked from one to the other and suddenly felt a tremor of
trepidation. He wasn't sure if it was caused by the gleam in their eyes or
the little pink razor in Margie's hand. Connie helped him pull off his
sweatshirt without his having to get up and Margie helped by untying his
shoes so she could remove them, his sweatpants, and the soggy diaper. Then
he asked what had to be one of the all-time stupidest of questions,
considering he was now naked and the girls were still fully dressed.

	In a rather meek voice, he said, "You want me to get in the tub?"

	"Trust me," Connie told him, "It's a lot easier to shave that way."

	"Shave what?"

	"Your legs mostly. Your arms too I suppose - and definitely the
hair under your arms," Margie told him pulling him to his feet.

	Connie added, "And you might as well get those two or three hairs
between your boobs."

	Then the girls had to laugh as Dennis automatically dropped his
hands to his genitals. They weren't sure if it was a sudden show of modesty
or fear of loosing what little pubic hair he had. It still seemed funny to
them.  "You afraid we might shave it off?" Connie teased.

	"What about gym?" he asked, realizing how different he'd look in
gym shorts and naked in the shower.

	"You'll have a good excuse. The Christmas skit - remember? You're
going to play baby Jesus. Babies don't talk, so all you have to do is stand
around in a diaper. Won't that be cool? Getting to wear a diaper in front
of the whole school and having a good excuse so no one will be able to
tease you about it?"

	Dennis seriously doubted that he wouldn't be teased - no matter how
good the excuse. The idea had excited him when she told him earlier, but
now that he'd had time to think about it, he wasn't so sure. "Why not use
one of the cheer squad? Like Taylor? Or Calvin? He's smaller than I am."

	Margie looked him in the eye and in a slightly sterner voice than
she'd been using, reminded him, "We have four men on the squad and four
men's roles. We needed one extra guy and you promised me a big favor so I
told everyone you'd do it."

	Connie asked, "I thought you weren't doing the nativity thing?"

	"We're not - exactly. Instead of Bethlehem, we're setting it in a
LA barrio. Taylor does a great Mexican accent and he's going to be the
father, 'Jose'. I'm going to be 'Marisa', the mother, and the wise men are
going to be people trying to get them to buy Christmas junk instead of
things they need for their family. Calvin is going to be a store manager at
Wal*Mart and instead of bearing gifts, he's going to have some discount
coupons and . .  ."

	"I get it," Connie told her. "Humor with a message."

	"Right. One of the girls wrote the script and it's hilarious." Then
she turned to Dennis. "Now all we have to do is get baby Jesus ready for
rehearsal." She used the Spanish pronunciation, 'Hay-Zeus'.

	By then, Connie had the foaming bubble bath whipped into a lather
and after testing the water one more time, Margie told him, "In.

	Surprisingly, Dennis was able to endure the whole bath and shaving
thing without popping a boner and didn't feel the first pangs of excitement
until after they had him back in diapers and were putting bloomer style
panties on him.

	Margie explained. "These go with the nightie you'll wear
tonight. But they look cute over your diaper and we can't have Denise
running around with her diaper showing."

	Dennis doubted he'd be doing any running. Connie had brought a
whole armload of diapers and they'd put three on him at once, puncturing
the inner two so he could begin peeing in them. His walk was more of a
waddle and running was definitely out of the picture. Then they'd dressed
him as 'Denise', complete with a padded bra, put makeup on him, and combed
his hair out in a feminine style. A few hours later, he'd settled
comfortably into his role as one of the girls and his excitement was
growing. But the girls were still wearing the clothes they'd had on that
morning. He'd visualized a weekend of wild non-stop sex and so far, the
closest they'd come to it was Connie rubbing baby powder on his crotch
while Margie teased her about enjoying it too much. They'd talked at the
time about diapering each other, but hadn't said when. So when the movie
they'd been watching was over, he asked.

	"I thought both of y'all were going to wear diapers too?"

	Margie looked at Connie and asked, "Before we go eat or after?"

	Connie gave her a shrug. "Either is fine. Before would be
cool. That way we can all sit there pissing in our diapers and none of the
other people will know why we're smiling big time."

	Dennis came full alert. "Sit where?"

	Margie calmed him down with a smile, hug, and explanation. "At
supper.  Don't panic. We're not going anywhere we might run into guys from
school."

	"Maybe 'Denise' would love to run into some guys," Connie
teased. "Or have some guys from school run it into her."

	Margie shook her head. "Don't be silly. 'Denise' already has a date
for tonight."

	Dennis looked at her. "She does?"

	"Of course. You were in such a rush to get here and get dressed as
'Denise' that you left all your stuff in Taylor's car. He's bringing it by
at 7."

	Dennis was aware that Margie knew the real reason for the rush had
nothing to do with his desire to dress as 'Denise', but let that go. He
knew she was teasing him again. There was something bothering him more than
her implication. For some reason Dennis was more worried about Margie
getting in trouble, than he was about Taylor seeing him dressed as a girl
in diapers.  He was beginning to see Taylor as a kindred spirit. "I thought
your folks had said you weren't supposed to have any boys over here. Are
you going to dress up Taylor too?"

	Margie nodded and explained. "True. But my mom has met Taylor and
the first thing she asked me was if he was gay. So I don't think she's too
worried about him to begin with. I told her Taylor might have to come over
this weekend to practice our lines for the skit and if we couldn't do it
here, I'd have to go to his house. She thought here would be better - if
Connie was going to be here. I told her Connie would and would probably
bring a friend of hers from school. My mom thinks all girls at a Catholic
school are pure and chaste and that Connie is a good influence on me. So
Taylor has been pre-approved."

	"I AM a good influence," Connie interjected. But she couldn't keep
a straight face when she asked, "Who taught you to eat pussy?"

	Margie put her hand on her hip, cocked her head like she was about
to scold her friend, and then with a big grin she couldn't hold back, told
her, "That is NOT what we were talking about. Besides, I'm still a virgin
and you're not!"

	It was the main topic in Dennis's mind. FINALLY they were getting
around to at least talking about sex and before the subject changed, Dennis
quickly asked Connie, in a shy, feminine voice, "Will you teach me?"

	Connie smiled at him. "You have a date and besides, Margie's told
me how much more you love to eat boys instead of girls."

	Dennis was about to object, but Margie did it for him. "We don't
know that's true yet. We know she's a good little cocksucker - but we still
have to find out how much she likes to eat pussy. If she's a good girl and
does what we tell her, we can find out for sure tonight."

	To Dennis, the implications were clear: behave today - eat pussy
tonight.  He supposed that was almost like being married. In addition, he
could see that much of this weekend had been planned well before any of it
was mentioned to him, as well as his involvement in the skit, which
probably went back as far as his admitting he'd worn diapers at a much
later age than most kids. Knowing what he knew now, he felt sure that there
would have been an excuse of some sort for Taylor to come over that night,
even if he hadn't left his things in Taylor's car.

It had never occurred to him at the time, but it would have been simpler
for Connie to meet him when his mom dropped him off and have Connie take
him to Margie's car to put away his things. He could see now that running
into Taylor had been no accident nor had Taylor's remark about 'showing his
appreciation'. However it played out, Dennis was sure that Taylor already
knew he was coming over to get blown by 'Denise' with Margie and Connie
watching. And if he thought about it, Margie's brother suddenly joining the
Marines one day and leaving the next day seemed bizarre. Margie probably
knew about that weeks ago too.

	Leaving was always an option, but one Dennis never considered. Not
because he'd have to leave dressed as 'Denise'. What kept him firmly in
place was his growing desire to do all the things that Margie and Connie
had implied were in store for him - Taylor included. Smiling at the girls,
he asked, "Who gets diapered first?"

	They exchanged grins and Connie offered, "I suppose we could give
him a little taste of things to come."

	Margie shook her head. "Do they teach bad puns at St. Agnes?" Then
she turned to Dennis. "Come on sweetie. I did promise you that. But you
only get one minute now. Later you can have as long as you like. In fact,
you and Connie can take turns all night long if you want."

	Connie put both hands on her hips and asked, "What about me?"

	"Oh I'm sure your pissy pussy will get lots of attention." Then she
turned to Dennis, explaining, "She loves to have her pussy licked after
she's wet her panties - or a diaper. We both do."

	Dennis had to smile at that and it gave him an idea. "Then
shouldn't I taste both of you now, before you put diapers on, so I'll be
able to tell if you taste better after you've peed?"

	Connie grinned and told her, "Now I know why you love this guy,"
making Margie and Dennis both blush. They'd been dancing around the 'L'
word and neither had the courage to comment.

	In Dennis's opinion, the minute apiece the girls allotted him had
to be two of the shortest minutes ever recorded. Connie went first and
almost immediately gave Dennis a compliment. "For a boy, he's pretty good."
He was much more interested in impressing Margie, but almost as soon as he
began, she told him, "That's enough." He was afraid he'd done something
terribly wrong and they'd both assured him that wasn't the case.

	"We have a long night ahead of us," Margie told him, blushing for
some reason, "And we don't want to get too excited too soon."

	He was allowed to help powder them both and that had been fun. He'd
dumped an extra big puff of the baby powder on Connie's red muff and almost
turned it white before spreading it around her crotch. So when it was
Margie's turn, she took the baby powder away from him, but did allow him to
rub it around.

	Supper turned out to be an incredibly exciting experience for
'Denise'.  He'd managed to talk them into going to 'Sonic' so he could stay
in the car, but they'd run into a couple of guys that Connie knew. He
suspected at first that had been planned too, but when they turned down
Connie's offer to jump in back with 'Denise', he realized it wasn't a part
of the plan and was disappointed. Then he'd begun to loose confidence that
he was passable as a girl and suspected the guys had either knocked him off
as a boy or thought him too ugly as a girl.

	For the full hour between the time they got back to Margie's house
and Taylor's scheduled arrival at 7, 'Denise' paced and fretted and checked
her appearance a dozen times, just like a real girl having her first date.
Margie and Connie continuously bolstered his confidence, telling him how
cute he looked. They'd decided to change him into one of Connie's school
uniforms and the lacy, ruffled, bloomer panties were very visible under the
pleated skirt any time Denise twirled. As a result, he spent a good part of
that hour spinning in circles and looking in the mirror.

	They debated as to whether Denise should answer the door, and
decided, just in case Connie's folks happened to be watching, that Margie
should do it. So Denise was sitting demurely - or as close as he could come
to demurely, considering how nervous he was - and was introduced to Taylor
like they were strangers.

	"Taylor, this is my friend Denise, the girl I said that's been
wanting to meet you. Isn't she just as cute as I told you she'd be?"

	"Yeah, she's hot," Taylor said, staring at Dennis.

	Dennis beamed with satisfaction, seeing the look of lust on
Taylor's face.  It wasn't like either boy was worried about seducing the
other. They both knew what they were there for. What made Dennis so happy
was seeing the look of pure animalistic sexual craving on the other boys
face. He'd seen a glimmer of it a few times, like that morning in the
parking lot, but never like this. He almost jumped up and ran to shake the
other boys hand.

	Then, what was supposed to be a simple handshake became a hug and
the hug became more passionate, with the two grinding against one another.

	"Shit, I think they're gonna get it on right here," Connie
commented.

	Margie laughed but the boys, still hugging, ignored them. Instead,
Taylor told Denise, "You really do look good. I thought you might look
funny with make-up, but you don't. You really, really look good."

	"Thank you," Denise said, in as feminine a voice as possible. "You
look good too."

	Connie slid behind Denise and whispered loudly, "Good enough to
eat?"

	The boys weren't sure who she was talking to so they both smiled
and nodded, without ever breaking eye contact. Dennis wondered if Taylor
could feel how hard he'd gotten and decided, because he had on a diaper,
that Taylor probably couldn't. But he was sure that every time they twisted
so that 'Denise's' bare thigh was between Taylor's legs, he could feel
Taylor's stiff excitement.

	Margie didn't want them moving too fast and told Dennis, "Denise,
model your outfit for him. Show him how cute you look."

	Dennis knew that was a cue to spin and show off his panties. But
not before he was able to get a quick feel, dropping the hand he had around
Taylor's waist and letting it brush across the bulge in the front of
Taylor's slacks, confirming that Taylor was every bit as excited about this
'date' as Denise.

	The girls let Denise spin and twirl and bring them cokes to drink,
all the while making comments about how cute and sexy she looked. Then,
deciding not to waste any more time, since Taylor was only allowed a
two-hour visit, Margie suggested, "Denise, wouldn't you like to show Taylor
how much you appreciate his looking after your things for you?"

	'Denise' was seated between the two girls on the couch and Taylor
was across from them at an angle in Margie's dad's chair. After a quick
look around at everyone, Denise rose and moved slowly to kneel in front of
Taylor. Taylor never hesitated to make things easier for Denise, and undid
his belt-less slacks at the waist while Denise worked on unzipping the fly.
Denise got a surprise when he saw that Taylor was wearing panties.

	"Recognize them?" Margie asked from over his shoulder. Denise had
been concentrating on getting to the source of the bulge in Taylor's slacks
and hadn't noticed that both Margie and Connie had followed and were
kneeling just behind him. "Those are just like the panties I had on the
other day when you licked my pussy. I told Taylor how much you liked that
and he thought it would be a cute idea for him to wear panties when you
licked him.  So I told him where to get them."

	By that time Dennis was so turned on that he would have been glad
to lick Taylor, no matter what he was wearing. And he was amazed that some
of the excitement came from his being dressed as 'Denise'. Sucking Lester
had been fun, but not much more than a sexy substitute for mutual
masturbation.  Dressing as Denise and sucking Taylor's cock was the real
thing. Pure, lust driven sex! As he began licking Taylor's panty crotch and
worked his tongue along the nylon-covered shaft, he shuddered with
excitement, almost cumming in his diaper. When he got up above the
waistband of the panties and his tongue made contact with the pre-cum
leaking from Taylor's cock head, it pushed 'Denise' over the edge.

	He dropped one hand in his lap to squeeze his diaper-covered cock,
as it spurted wads of jism in his soggy diaper. As he filled his diaper
with cum, he held the head of Taylor's cock in his mouth, savoring the
feeling. He could barely breath, but it wasn't because the prick between
his lips was choking him. Dennis had never ejaculated as quickly or as
strongly as he had just done. When his own spasms ended, he let Taylor's
cock slip from between his lips while he caught his breath. His lust for
sucking cock had waned considerably now that he'd cum, but in the length of
time it took for his breathing to return to normal, so did his desire to
please the boy in front of him and his audience behind him.

	Margie helped, whispering in his ear, "Did my sissy baby make
cum-cums in his diaper? Now you have to help your boyfriend make cum-cums
too." Then she used her hand to pull the waist of Taylor's panties down
further, so that his entire cock was standing proudly before them, and then
pointed it at Denise's face. "Don't stop until you can show me a big puddle
of his cum on your tongue."

	While his lust may have ebbed momentarily, his glazed eyes had
never stopped staring at the other boy's cock. With or without Margie's
urging, he would have gone back to that beautiful phallus, it's head
glistening with saliva and pre-cum, to finish it off.

	He resumed slowly, grazing the piss slit with his lips, kissing the
head but never parting his lips. Then he stuck out his tongue, like a snake
tasting the air, only in this case, his tongue was used to taste the pearls
of pre-cum he squeezed out of Taylor's prick. Then he surprised everyone
but himself when he swallowed the whole thing. He'd almost done that to
Lester a time or two, and he could tell that Taylor was slightly smaller,
so he was certain that if he could fight off the gag reflex, he'd be able
to take all of Taylor's cock in his mouth. He was right and it earned him a
gasp of amazement from Margie and a 'Wow," from Connie. Taylor grunted and
muttered something that sounded like, "Oh shit."

	Dennis had to back off to breathe, letting the cock slip from
between his lips while he took a gulp of air, then he did it again, taking
all of the prick in his mouth, adding suction, and then letting it slowly
slide back out. Then he began alternating between those deep sucks and
several smaller ones, using the shorter ones to breathe through his nose
while he flicked his tongue around the sensitive underside of Taylor's
erection. He managed several of those cycles before Taylor lost control and
his jism flowed in massive spurts.

	Dennis wasn't sure how much cum Margie expected to see on his
tongue so he was careful not to swallow or spill any. He held the cock head
between his lips and slowly milked Taylor, wanting to squeeze out every
precious drop.  Then when Taylor fought to pull away, he let him go and
turned to Margie on his right and opened his mouth as wide as possible.

	Her face beamed with approval as she asked, "Taste good?"

	Dennis nodded and smiled back.

	"Then go ahead and swallow it - you sexy slut."

	He did - several times. The lingering flavor was so strong that he
wasn't sure if he'd swallowed it all the first time.

	Then in another move that surprised them all, Margie leaned in
closer and kissed Dennis, forcing his lips to open with her tongue so they
could share the flavor. The two began to kiss so passionately that Connie
and Taylor were forgotten until several moments later, when Taylor, who'd
managed to stand and pull his pants up without disturbing the kneeling
love-birds, said, "I've got to go pee and get going. I told my folks I'd
only be gone an hour."

	Margie remembered what had happened between Lester and Dennis when
Lester had been leaving and had wished she could have seen it. This was her
chance.  Speaking to Taylor, but looking Denise in the eye, she said, "You
can pee right here. Use her mouth or her diaper or both."

	Taylor looked down at them. He'd had many more experiences with
other boys than Dennis, but had never heard of anything like Margie was
suggesting. It sounded weird - but in a way, exciting too. He felt funny
pulling his cock back out. He hadn't been at all embarrassed to expose
himself for a blowjob, but for some reason he blushed pulling out his prick
to pee. He wasn't used to wearing panties and Margie helped again.

	Dennis also remembered the incident at his front door with Lester
and how it had surprised him at first, but had turned him on when he
thought about it later. Yet he remained frozen in place until Margie spoke
to him.

	"Go ahead. But try not to get the rug wet. I don't know how I'd
explain that one to my folks." Then she turned to Connie, saying, "Help me
hold her skirt out of the way."

	From their positions on each side of Denise, they were able to hold
up the hem of his skirt with one hand and pull out the waist of his diaper
and bloomers with the other. By the time Taylor was able to get his piss
flow started, he had two holes to aim it at: Denise's gapping mouth and the
space between his belly and diaper.

Using his fingers to pinch off the flow, Taylor was able to alternate
between the two places with very little missing the mark. He'd pee in
Denise's mouth, stop, and while Denise swallowed, would shoot a stream into
the front of his diaper. Then when Denise opened his mouth again, he'd give
him another mouthful. By the time Taylor's bladder was drained, they could
all see the head of Denise's cock rising up like a small animal crawling
from it's hole.

	Under more normal circumstances for him, Taylor might have kissed
Denise goodbye. But he was still confused over his first experience with
piss play and kissing the mouth of someone that had just drank his pee
didn't appeal to him. Merely shaking the other boy's hand seemed out of
place too. So he stroked Denise's cheek, thanked him for the great head,
and in moments was gone.

	When the three were alone again, Margie turned to Denise and
whispered huskily, "I've GOT to learn to suck like that."

	Denise grinned and nodded and without saying a word, held up three
fingers, his grin becoming more of a smirk.

	Margie caught the implication immediately. She grinned back and
nodded in agreement. She was more than ready to fulfill her part of their
bargain - and more. Then she held up her hand and extended just one finger,
enjoying the look of surprise and amazement on her sissy slut's face as he
figured out what she was implying.


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To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com