Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 06:41:01 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Weekend in the Woods, Saturday

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 any combination of piss play, 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.


                                 Saturday


   	Rick awoke in a fog, with his senses all muddled and giving his brain
some strange and unusual inputs. Normally Rick had no problem at all waking
up in the morning. He was definitely a morning person and usually woke
around four or five without an alarm clock. It was customary for him to be
up and showered and at work by six without the need for the morning half-pot
of coffee his colleagues depended on. But this morning was different and his
first semi-lucid thought was that he'd been in some sort of accident and he
was waking up from a coma.

   	His body seemed to ache everywhere, particularly his head. He had no
experience with drugs, but assumed that for so many of his senses to be this
screwed up at the same time, he had to have been drugged. His vision was
blurred and it felt like he was laying on wet grass. Slowly, as he began to
make sense of some of the feelings swirling to and through his brain, Rick
realized that part of his vision problem was the hair in his face. He often
cuddled behind Marcie when they slept together and often woke with his head
behind hers on one pillow. Comforted by thoughts of Marcie, he used his
free, left arm to reach around her from behind and cup one of her tits in
his hand. Marcie's B cup tits were a perfect fit for his hand and he loved
to cuddle her from behind, often falling asleep in that position and
resuming it as soon as he woke in the morning. He began waking up much
quicker when he realized that Marcie's tits were missing!

	Forcing his eyes to focus in the dim light leaking in around the window
curtains, it appeared to be Marcie's hair and Marcie's nightgown, but even
before his hand reached the curve of her hip, he knew it wasn't Marcie. He
also knew she wasn't a 'she'. He was about to try to move away from the body
in front of him, stirring as stealthily as possible in hopes the person
wouldn't waken, but he'd hardly begun before the 'someone' whispered, "Don't
stop."

	That froze Rick, so the person took the hand that had been exploring and
moved it into his crotch. Rick made no effort to stop his hand from being
guided until it was spread across a thick mound of material of some kind. It
felt like plastic . . . then it began to come to him . . . and why he felt
so bad . . .

	Like many men with a bad hangover, Rick decided on the spot that he'd never
touch alcohol again for the rest of his life! He correctly assumed that his
drinking the night before was the main cause of his condition and lack of
focusable memory. What he could remember - mostly bits and pieces - were as
jumbled and confusing as his sensory inputs. But it was like working a 1000
piece jigsaw puzzle. He put the edges together first, filled in small areas
at a time, and then all the odd pieces seemed to fall in place in a rush.

	It had begun with a few drinks and those board games yesterday evening.
He'd had no idea they weren't the regular, store-bought games that people
played all the time; just like his parents used to entertain themselves and
their guests. But the Hidden Pines board games were entirely different than
anything his parents had ever played! Then he wondered if he would have been
so honest about his past experiences or present fantasies if he hadn't had a
few drinks - probably not. He was certain that if he hadn't been drinking,
it was unlikely that he would have told them about his adventures as
'Rhonda' and would have never jumped at the chance to suck a cock in front
of Marcie. And not just one cock, but three. He'd sucked cum from all of
them, and had even made a big show of the first load he took, getting a
round of applause from the rest of the guests.

	Guests - that made him wonder which of the guests was the one whose diaper
covered crotch he was rubbing. Diapers had been mentioned several times last
night, beginning with the first board game, and sometime during the evening,
Fabian had disappeared for several minutes and returned with a whole package
of adult diapers. Then he had demonstrated how he wore two or three at a
time, slitting the plastic of the inner ones, so that he could wet them more
than once. The diaper that Rick was rubbing felt like it was two or three
thick, just as Fabian had shown them, but the hair color was wrong. Fabian
had almost jet-black hair. Paul and Wade had light hair, but Paul's was very
short. On the other hand, Wade's was almost shoulder length; not as long as
Marcie's nor was it exactly the same color, but it had been close enough to
fool Rick in the dim light. And Wade had told them later in the evening,
right after he and Rick and Marcie had gone in the bedroom and had sex
together, how he liked to dress as 'Wanda' and how he and Gail often went on
weekend trips dressed as two women. He remembered now that Marcie had later,
as the party was breaking up, given both of them a nightgown to wear.

	Using his right hand, pulling it out from where it had been under his
pillow, Rick worked it down between their bodies to confirm that what he'd
thought was wet grass when he first woke up was really the combination of a
lacy nightgown and a leaky diaper. Rick, Wade of both had wet their diapers
and the bed. Rick, no longer needing Wade - or 'Wanda' - to guide him,
slipped his hand inside the front of Wade's diaper and confirmed that Wanda
was both hard and wet. Automatically, as if they had a mind of their own,
his fingers closed around Wanda's prick and he began a gentle and playful
squeeze and stroke motion that he liked to use on his own prick when he
played with it. Wanda purred like a contented cat and used a free hand to
reach back, feeling for Rick's crotch. Then Wanda pulled away slightly, only
to use the space he'd created to roll back into Rick so that they were now
nose to nose.

	Rick saw that Wanda was wearing makeup, and even as he recalled Marcie and
Gail putting makeup on them, he licked his lips to confirm that 'Rhonda' was
still wearing makeup too.

	"I never got to suck you last night," Wanda whispered.

	"You did every time I walked by when we were playing that game with the
pebbles," Rhonda whispered back.

	"Yeah, but I wanted you to cum in my mouth and you never did. Paul always
gives me cum for breakfast when we're together, but he and Arlene took
Fabian to their room. So you owe me breakfast."

	Even as he'd been explaining his intentions, Wanda had been working with
his hands, freeing Rhonda's cock from the wet diaper. Rhonda wanted to ask
Wanda what had happened to Marcie and Gail, but before the words were out,
Wanda had a mouthful of cock and couldn't have answered any way. Besides,
the sensations of the early morning blowjob took priority over questions and
answers. Then, as he rolled onto his back to give Wanda a better angle to
work his mouth magic, his left arm fell across a naked thigh and he turned
to see that Marcie and Gail were in the same bed and still sound asleep in
one big naked tangle of arms and legs. That brought back another image from
the previous evening that would forever be burned into his mind. Late last
night, after Fabian, Paul, and Arlene had gone, Marcie had asked Gail to pee
in her mouth and Gail had gladly complied!

	Rick remembered it had been after Fabian had helped create thick diapers
for 'Wanda' and 'Rhonda' and then Marcie had put them in her nighties. Then
after the others had left, Gail had been telling Marcie how she often
dressed up Wanda and how much Wanda liked to wear makeup and be a sissy. So
Marcie had gotten out her makeup and the real ladies had made up the two
pseudo-ladies. A short time after that, when the ladies were teasing the
sissies about wetting their diapers, Gail had commented that she wished
she'd put one on because she needed to make another trip to the bathroom to
pee. Marcie had told her she didn't need to make a trip unless she wanted
to, that she'd love for Gail to pee in her mouth.

	"I keep telling sissy Wanda I'm going to do that to him some day," Gail had
replied. "I've never thought about doing it with a woman. Sounds like fun!"

	Marcie had then laid in the middle of the cabin floor and Gail had
straddled her face and the two sissies had watched in amazement as Marcie
locked her lips to Gail's pussy in such a way as to not miss a drop. Marcie
had continued to lick Gail, long after Gail's bladder was empty, but by then
it was the wee hours of the morning and far from the first time that night
that Marcie had used her tongue on Gail. So after a few minutes, they'd
separated and not long afterward, the ladies had put their sissy babies to
bed.

	 Some of the sexual shenanigans of the previous evening were still a blur
in Rick's brain, but he had clear and vivid memories of how the night had
started and ended. He remembered when they'd been playing that "Buried
Treasure" game and he'd been watching Marcie for her reaction when he had
kissed Paul's cock and sucked it briefly. He recalled clearly that Marcie
had beamed at him in satisfaction and winked, like she did when he'd done
something exactly right to please her. And then later, when the game had
escalated beyond the pretext of kissing, and Rick had been sucking the cock
of every man that passed his chair, Wade had cum in Rick's mouth. Not only
had Marcie glowed with her approval, she had led the others in cheering Rick
as the first to trigger a load of cum. Of course he'd had a lot of help, but
that hadn't stopped him from accepting the raucous approval of his friends
and proudly showing off the jism on his tongue!

	His thoughts drifted from past to present as he realized then that Wanda
was getting him very close to returning that oral favor. There was no doubt
in his mind that Wanda was as experienced and eager a cocksucker as Rick or
'Rhonda' had ever been. It didn't seem to bother Wanda at all that the cock
he was sucking had been soaking in a wet diaper for the last several hours.
If anything, it seemed to add to Wanda's enthusiasm, making Rhonda wonder
what a piss-soaked cock would taste like. He knew exactly where to find one
to answer that question for himself and was about to stop Wanda so that he
could take a turn when someone else stopped them both.

	"You two sissies at it again already," Gail said, from the other side of
the bed.

	Rick expected Wanda to stop long enough to answer his wife, but all he did
was nod his head and keep right on sucking, almost causing Rick to loose
control. So he took matters in his own hands - so to speak - and using both
hands, gently pried Wanda off of his prick. "You almost made me cum," Rick
explained.

	"Asshole," Wanda told him. "That's what I wanted you to do." Then he turned
to smile at his wife and told her, "Morning sweetheart."

	Marcie had also woken at some point since Rick had last looked in their
direction and she told them, "I hope one of you early birds has started the
coffee."

	Gail giggled and told her, "I think these early birds were too busy playing
with each other's worm."

	Marcie nodded. "I see that," she said. Then she looked off like she was
thinking of something serious and told them, "Mmm, seems to me like I
remember two young ladies telling us what great maids they'd be if we gave
them the opportunity and what do they do when they get the opportunity?
Instead of getting us coffee like they should, they start playing with each
other's little clitties."

	Wanda had played at being a maid to Gail a few times and responded as a
maid was expected to. "Yes ma'am," he said, jumping up from between Rhonda's
legs.

	"Hook your diaper back up and go help him," Marcie told Rhonda.

	Almost automatically, following Wanda's example, he answered, "Yes ma'am."

	A few minutes later the two sissies reappeared at the bedroom door. "We
don't have a coffee pot," Rhonda told the ladies who were cuddled in bed,
making plans for the sissies' future. "I found coffee, but nothing to fix it
in."

	"Go knock on Don's door," Marcie told him. "I forgot Diane borrowed our
coffee pot. Either get it back or tell them to fix coffee for us."

	"Like this?" Rhonda asked, indicating his attire.

	Marcie laughed. "No sweetheart," she told him. "I want you to drive back to
town, pick out a suit and tie, and then go ask." She waited a moment for her
sarcasm to sink in, then told him, "OF COURSE like that. They don't care if
you're a sissy. In fact, they might want to borrow you some time."

	So Rhonda did as instructed, knocking on the connecting door to Don and
Diane's unit, and got a gleeful grin and "Good Morning!" from Diane when she
opened the door. Then she told the two men dressed in diapers and nighties,
"Don't you look cute. Now I know why Fabian wanted to get a package of
diapers out of the storeroom. Is this some kind of room service?" She asked.

	Rhonda explained about the coffee pot. Diane apologized for not returning
it and left them standing in the doorway while she went to get it. Before
she returned, Don walked up to check them out, echoing Diane's remark about
them looking cute. Then he added, holding his nut sack in the fingers of one
hand as if offering his gentiles to them, "What did I hear her say about you
two doing room service?"

	Rhonda and Wanda silently exchanged questioning looks. It wasn't a matter
of did they want to, but of who would go first. They were both more than
ready and were about to drop to their knees when Diane returned,
interrupting what was certain to have happened had she been a moment or two
longer.

	"Here you go," Diane said to Rhonda as she handed him the coffee pot. "I
apologize again for forgetting. We got a new one last weekend and I forgot
to put hers back."

	That didn't exactly make sense to either of the sissies, but their main
concern was getting a pot of coffee made to please the ladies in the
bedroom. So they thanked Don and Diane and set about getting their assigned
chore done. As they waited on the pot to perk, Rhonda asked Wanda, "How did
you get into this?"

	Wanda smiled and told him, "Wow. What a leading question. Are you talking
about Hidden Pines or the sex stuff or what?"

	"Dressing like this - sex with guys - you were all ears last night when I
told everyone about my adventures with a guy named Danny and how he got me
to dress up as Rhonda. I figured you must have had a similar experience."

	"Sort of. Maybe a little older. I think it was just before my junior year
in high school. Me and a buddy named Milton decided to hitchhike to the
coast right after school let out for the summer. It was only a hundred miles
from where I lived. One of those dumb-ass things a sixteen year old thinks
is a good idea. Worked out pretty good going down and after we got there, we
found some older guys to buy us some beer and Milt had a couple of joints,
so we got pretty wasted. But it was after dark before we started home and
Milt fell asleep as soon as we got in this guys pickup. Right away this guy
starts playing with my leg and then he's feeling my cock through my shorts.
I figured he wasn't going to do much more than that with Milt in the truck
with me and I didn't want to stand out on the side of the road all night, so
I let him play with me. Besides, it did feel good. Then he unzipped his
pants and pulled his prick out and put my hand on it. All the time he's
whispering to me that I'd make a great little girl and he wished he could
take me to his house and dress me up in his wife's sexy clothes. It was
super exciting to be playing with this guy's cock like that. I'd never
touched anyone else's. And thinking about doing what he said was exciting
too.

	"Anyway, it was turning me on to be holding his cock while he's rubbing
mine, so when he asked me to take mine out, I did. He was going on about how
I should wear panties instead of boy's underwear and how he wished his wife
was as cute as me and he'd bet his next paycheck that I could suck cock
better than his wife ever did. Then he told me he wanted to suck my cock and
how I should give him a call any time I was horny and wanted to drop a load.
He said that young horny boys were the very best sex partners. That sort of
scared me and excited me at the same time, and all of a sudden he started to
cum all over my hand and that made me cum. He pulled a rag out from under
the seat and we used it to wipe up all the cum and by then we were almost to
where we had to get out.

	"After he let us out, we had to walk about three miles from the highway to
Milt's house and while we were walking, I told Milt everything that had
happened, including how the guy wanted me to go to his house and dress in
his wife's clothes. At first he didn't believe me, but when we passed a
convenience store, I showed him the stains on the front of my shorts. Then
he wanted to know all the details - how it felt to hold another guy's cock
and make him cum and was it better for another guy to jack you off than when
I did it myself. Then he asked if I intended to call the number the guy gave
me and he said if I went to this guys house for a blowjob, he'd go with me
to get one too. So over the next few days, that was pretty much all we
talked about. First we decided it was okay for a guy to get blown by another
guy and then we decided it was probably safer if we just did each other
instead of hooking up with a stranger. And like your buddy, Milt thought I
should try dressing like a girl. Then he wanted to try it too. He had a
sister off at college, so we raided her room, dressed as girls, and sucked
cock for the rest of the summer."

	Rhonda had listened quietly, not interrupting. When Wanda seemed to stop,
Rhonda asked, "So that was it? You quit when school started?"

	Wanda nodded and answered, "Yep. After school began, we decided we didn't
want to do anything that might get us labeled as queers."

	"So how did you get back into it?"

	"Gail. I'd told her the whole story before we got married. She got a bunch
of sexy lingerie at a wedding shower and brought it with her on our
honeymoon and she decided we should share it. After she got me hooked on
wearing it again, she told me she was bi and loved the idea that I could be
her husband and lesbian lover too."

	"So she was just teasing about not knowing you dressed up?"

	"Yeah, she says things like that all the time to see how people react. When
she got this new job, she and Arlene became friends and Gail told her about
me dressing in her clothes. So Arlene told her she might enjoy having a real
woman and Gail admitted she'd already tried that and that's when they became
real good friends. Then Arlene told her Paul was bi too and the girls
arranged for me to meet Paul and for the last few months, we've been getting
together pretty regular. Mostly it's been me and Paul together and Arlene
and Gail together, but a few times all four of use have partied. This
weekend is the first time they've invited us to Hidden Pines and we got to
go. They asked us a few weeks ago but that was the weekend last month when
it rained like a cow pissin' on a flat rock."

	That reminded Rhonda that he'd been needing to pee since he woke up and had
been holding it because the diaper he had on was already leaking. "Is your
diaper leaking too?" he asked Wanda. "It felt like the sheets were wet under
us and I need to pee."

	Wanda nodded. "Me too. Does Marcie like to drink your pee? Have you ever
drunk hers? She sure looked like she knew what she was doing when she drank
Gail's last night."

	"Yeah she did," Rhonda said proudly. "But we've never done anything like
that. A few times she's had me eat her after she went to pee, but she never
asked me to drink her pee or asked to drink mine." Then he got more
personal. "When you were sucking me before the girls woke up, how did my
dick taste? It had been in this wet diaper all night and I wondered if that
would make it taste different."

	"It did! It tasted great!" But before Rhonda could ask any more questions
on that subject, Wanda told him, "The coffee's ready. Gail likes cream and
one package of sweetener. How does Marcie take hers and where do you keep
it?"

	Rhonda had discovered that the cabin was very well stocked, presumably by
previous tenants. But he wasn't certain where he'd look for that sort of
thing. Marcie also liked cream or half & half in her coffee and no sugar or
sweetener. To his surprise, he found an open container of cream in the
refrigerator and Wanda found both sugar and artificial sweeteners in one of
the cabinets. After fixing a cup for their respective lady's, they carried
the cups of coffee to the bedroom and discovered why they hadn't been
hollered at to hurry up. The women were enjoying the afterglow of great sex
with each other.

	"Good timing," Gail remarked, seeing the two come through the door. "It's
moments like this when I wish I still smoked."

	"Me too!" Marcie told her, realizing they had something else in common. "I
started smoking in college and quit about a year ago."

	"Me too," Gail echoed. "All the girls in the dorm at Mid-State smoked - or
at least tried it with one kind of tobacco or another - so I did too."

	"I should have guessed!" Marcie said all excited. "Blosse Hall?"

	"How did you know?" Gail asked facetiously.

	Rhonda and Wanda watched as the girls broke into laughing and giggling like
the schoolgirls they'd once been, discovering they'd been but a year apart
from knowing each other in college.


	They were on their second or third round of, "Do you remember?" and "Did
you know?" when they realized the two diapered sissy men were standing
silently with cups of coffee in their hands, listening to the girls reveal
college escapades they'd never heard about before. The ladies took the
offered cups and then took turns telling the sissy guys all about their dorm
in college and how it got it's nickname, "Lesbos Hall", from a college prank
long before either of the girls went to school there.

	Rhonda thought his need for relief was greater, but he must have mistaken
how badly Wanda needed to pee. Bad enough that Wanda interrupted the ladies
to ask, "Uh, what are we supposed to do about these diapers. I need to pee
and this thing is already leaking."

	"So we noticed," Gail commented, patting the damp sheet beside her. "Good
thing Marcie expects her guests to get kinky. Or you two would be buying her
a new mattress."

	"Maybe not all the guests," Marcie corrected her. "But for sure the ones
that stay in this cabin - and a few of the other cabins too. Hidden Pines
puts mattress covers on all their mattresses and a few of the covers are
more 'waterproof' than others."

	Rick was learning more about his fiance‚ every minute. What he hadn't
learned was what he and Wanda were supposed to do about their soggy diapers
and their need to pee. He tried a different approach. "We're supposed to
serve lunch and it must be getting close to whenever we're supposed to be
there. It's almost ten," he reminded her.

	"Oh crap! I forgot about that," Marcie said. "Why don't you two go take a
shower and I'll put  fresh diapers on you before we go. We need to be there
by eleven."

	Marcie and Gail watched the two walk to the bathroom and Marcie thought
about what a well matched pair they made. Gail was thinking something
similar and asked Marcie, "Do you think it's a good idea to be sending them
in there together?"

	Just as the bathroom door was about to close, Marcie hollered "Don't close
that door!" Then she added, as the door reopened and Rhonda peeked out to
smile at her, "And be out of there in fifteen minutes!"

	"Like that's gonna keep those two prick-lickers out of trouble," Gail
commented and got a smile and shrug from Marcie.

	"Well, the more time they spend together, the more time we have to spend
together," Marcie told her and then moved to show her how they could spend
some - if not most of that time.

	As badly as Rhonda needed to pee, there was something else he wanted to do
even more. He had to know what a piss soaked cock tasted like. Dropping to
his knees on the bathmat, he flipped the hem of Wanda's gown back over his
shoulders and in seconds, ripping loose the tabs on Wanda's diaper, he had
the soggy diapers in a pile between Wanda's feet. Then he buried his face in
Wanda's glistening crotch, licking up every droplet of piss he could find,
finishing with a few loving sucks on Wanda's cock.

	When Rhonda seemed to be done, Wanda asked, "Want more?"

	For the briefest of instants, Rhonda wondered if that meant putting Wanda's
diaper back on and then the real meaning of Wanda's question hit him. He
wasn't too concerned about their nightgowns getting wet; they needed to be
rinsed out anyway. But if Wanda was planning to do what Rhonda thought, then
they needed to get in the tub first and he told Wanda that.

	Wanda stepped into the tub and then told Rhonda, "Take your nightie off. I
want to pee down the front of your diaper. I've been thinking about that
ever since you mentioned it as a fantasy last night."

	Rhonda nodded and removed his gown, remembering when he'd suggested the
fantasy of wearing a diaper and having Fabian and Wade help him wet it. He'd
blurted it out more than thought it out and hadn't given it much thought
afterward either. But 'Wanda' had and at the moment, it seemed like a real
good idea. So Rhonda dropped his nightie in a corner of the bathroom,
stepped into the tub in front of Wanda, and then dropped to his knees again,
ignoring the hardness of the tub floor and his own need to pee.

	Wanda needed to pee just as badly and began splashing a hot stream of piss
off Rhonda's chest and belly before Rhonda could use his fingers to create
an opening at the top of his diaper. Then Rhonda surprised himself, by
leaning forward and opening his mouth to intercept the flow of pee with his
tongue. As soon as Wanda realized what his new friend was after, he obliged
him by directing his stream directly into Rhonda's gaping mouth. Then, as
soon as the last squirt was gone from Wanda's bladder, he dropped down in
front of Rhonda and told him, "I hope you still need to pee too. I want to
try it."

	Rhonda did need to pee and stood to show Wanda just how great that need
was, ripping loose his diaper and throwing it on top of the other one next
to the tub, and then pissing on the other sissy with the force of a fire
hose. When Rhonda's bladder finally ran dry, Wanda was wet with piss from
head to toe and that was in spite of swallowing at least half of it. Then
Wanda leaned forward to begin sucking Rhonda's cock and had to be stopped.

	"You still owe me a cum," Wanda complained, as he looked up mournfully at
Rhonda.

	"I promise to make it up to you. But I think we've already used up half of
our fifteen minutes."

	"More than that," Marcie said, startling the two sissies. They'd been so
busy experimenting with piss play that they'd never noticed that both women
were standing in the doorway of the bathroom watching.

	"Next time you do that, we want to join you," Gail added. From the flushed
look of her, the guys knew she was serious. Marcie looked flushed too, but
it may have been from Gail's fingers in her crotch.

	Marcie voice cracked when she told them, "You two get cleaned up in a
hurry. We need to shower too and we can't all fit in there."

	By some miracle, and a lot of self-restraint, Marcie got her and Rick
diapered and over to the Community Hall on time. The fact that Marcie had
put multiple layers of diapers on Rick, and then on herself too, wasn't lost
on Rick, or on Wade and Gail either. Before going their separate ways, the
four had promised to get together later that night at 'The Ball'. Rick
wanted to ask more about 'The Ball' but never got the chance. Marcie had a
reason for wanting them there on time; if not a little early.

	The aprons the servers wore were pretty much the same. They were all cut
from the same basic pattern. A couple of the aprons were of a light denim
and unadorned and looked almost like shop aprons. Most were made of a
gingham material and a few of those were made even more feminine looking
with ruffled trim. Marcie wanted to be sure she got a matching set of those
ruffled aprons for her and 'Rhonda'. She was very tempted to put 'Rhonda' on
Rick's nametag, but resisted; content to see the smiles Rick got from people
that noticed his ruffled apron.

	Being a server served a dual purpose as it was a great icebreaker for
people new to Hidden Pines. While some of the guests skipped breakfast, and
some cooked their supper themselves on one of the outdoor grills, almost
everyone ate lunch in the Community Hall. That was one of the main reasons
Marcie wanted Rick to work that shift. Meals were served buffet style and
after the guest sat down, it was up to the servers to get their drinks,
refills, and any second helpings the guest might want. Rick was responsible
for four of the twenty-some tables and while each table seated eight, most
had half that or less. He seldom had more than a dozen or so people to
attend to at any one time and often had to bother them in order to keep
busy. And as Marcie had intended, it gave him an opportunity to meet and
talk to many of the guests. Hidden Pines, he'd discovered rather quickly,
was the wrong place for a wallflower, and he was almost forced to change
from his usual shy manner.

	In fact, the only thing that bothered him was not knowing what Marcie had
planned for the afternoon. She seemed to have one surprise after another for
him, but so far, it had all been fun and he sure couldn't complain. All he
knew for sure was that she'd put extra diapers on them both, and every
fifteen minutes she was urging him to drink another glass of iced tea. By
1:30, the end of serving time for the noon meal, when servers sat down to
eat, Rick's diaper was soaked and he was sure Marcie's must be too. She had
the four tables next to his and he'd never seen her take a break. Wearing
and working in the thick wet diaper, surrounded by naked people, made Rick
horny again. Being a server allowed him to check out the people going
through the serving line and even closer up as he moved from table to table,
waiting on the guests in his area. He could discretely compare the variety
of size and shape of their tits and cocks. And all the while, he was pissing
in his diapers. He was beginning to associate the warm wet sensation in his
crotch with sexual pleasure, and the anticipation was erotically arousing.
But doing something about it would have to be postponed.

	"its sort of like room service," Marcie explained when the other servers
turned in their aprons and she told him to keep his. "Hidden Pines is
different things to different people. They all come to get naked and
socialize in the nude. Some come here to campout in tents out by the lake.
For others it's more like staying at a motel. And for a few, they expect
things like being able to order meals when they want to eat and not when we
serve them.

	"So on weekends only, we offer a limited menu through the snack-bar or
delivered to the room. Usually we have the teens that want to make some
extra money do it." She patted his cheek and teased him, "You get to keep
your tips." Then she went on to tell him that the kitchen closed at eight,
that supper was served until eight, and that he'd get off before the evening
meal began. "And the fun part is, I'm going to stay and help you since you
don't know how all the cabins and rooms are numbered. And best of all, we
get to keep wearing our diapers and aprons!"

	Rick cringed a little, thinking about walking all over the property in
diapers and a ruffled apron. He hadn't seen anyone else doing that, but then
she'd explained that the service was only available on weekends. So no one
would have been doing it yesterday and they'd stayed in their cabin until
time to go to the Community Hall that morning.

	His first delivery was hamburgers, fries, and soft drinks to L207. "That
would be in the L shaped building?" he asked Marcie, getting a smile and nod
for guessing correctly. Then she showed him a side door out of the Community
Hall that kept him from having to carry the tray completely around the
building and followed him down the path to the L building. Then when he
started up the stairs to what he thought was the second floor, she explained
that the building was on a slope going away from them and that on the end
where they'd entered, they were already on the second floor, that the first
floor was beneath them and the floor above was the third. "Of course you'd
have figured that out as soon as you bothered to look at the room numbers,"
she teased.

	Rick made several more deliveries to the L building that afternoon, as well
as to a few of the cabins. He'd assumed that the cabins would be all
similar, but found only the building material to be the same. A few were
dual units like the one they were staying in; most were smaller singles.
"The original members built each of them, so they're not all alike," Marcie
explained. He also expected to be embarrassed by his attire, more so than
being naked, and that hadn't happened either. With Marcie working with him,
mostly just walking along and adding moral support, the pats on his diapered
bottom or remarks about how cute he looked didn't bother him at all. The
only thing that embarrassed him was when the other guests tipped him.

	The upside was being with Marcie and being able to talk as they walked
around the grounds. They were learning more about each other in one weekend
than they'd learned in the months they'd been dating. Sometimes they talked
about work and their career goals, other times about personal events of
their past or hopes for the future. But no matter what the subject at the
beginning of a conversation, it always seemed to get back to sex and the
events of the last 24 hours, usually with an off the wall and encouraging
remark by Marcie. Sometimes she'd catch him with a surprise question.

	They'd just dropped off an order of food to a newly arrived family in one
of cabins when she asked Rick, "So what did you and Wanda do in the shower
that took so long."

	"We were out in fifteen minutes - weren't we?" Rick hedged.

	"More like thirty and you both had a sheepish look to you." Then she patted
his cheek and told him, "That's okay sweetie. I keep telling you that I'm
glad you're bi and I mean it. People come here to let loose and I'm more
happy than you can imagine that you can get into it."

	Encouraged by her attitude, he told her, "We tried what you and Gail did
last night."

	"Well . . . neither of you has a real pussy . . . so I guess that means you
weren't doing any muff munching . . . and you're both too flat chested to
have spent much time playing with each other's tits." Then she stopped
walking to bring her hand to her chin like she was in deep thought. "Maybe .
. ." she began, but didn't get to finish any further verbal speculation.

	"We peed on each other," Rick told her, interrupting her. He knew he'd have
to tell her sooner or later and wanted to get it out.

	"Oh is that all," she told him, starting to walk again. Then when she
slowed to let him catch up, she asked as he fell into step beside her, "Want
to do that with me?"

	"Sure!" he told her excitedly, not caring if she meant now or later.

	Then she told him some things about her college years that she'd never
mentioned before, like how she'd been assigned to the dorm building that she
and Gail had been talking about and how there was one wing on an upper floor
of the building which was notorious because all the girls on 'P' wing were
into pee play and how that had led to her trying it with her girlfriend and
getting transferred to the 'P' wing for her last two years. Rick wanted to
hear more, but by then they were back at the Community Hall and they had to
turn around and hurry out an order to the L building again.

	On the way back, Rick hoped to hear more about Marcie's adventures in
Blosse Hall. However, Marcie wanted to know more details about Rick's
teenage sex play with Danny and the others. As usual, Marcie's wishes
prevailed and Rick spent most of the rest of the afternoon explaining the
details of how his sexual relationship with Danny had been enhanced when
Danny learned of Rick's younger adventures as Rhonda. Danny had then
encouraged Rick to dress as Rhonda, using Danny's sister's clothes, whenever
they met to have sex. While Rick liked to think of it as swapping blow jobs,
he realized that Danny reciprocated way less than half of the time, as did
most of his future blow-buddies. That didn't bother Rick at all. He got a
lot of pleasure out of giving pleasure in a feminine sissy manner and shyly
admitted it all to her.

`	By the time his afternoon of room service was finished, he didn't think
there was a single secret in his past. However, there was one small secret
in his present, and hopefully his future, that he hadn't admitted, maybe
even to himself. He was in love with the way the thick wet diaper felt as he
went about his chores. And the pee play he'd had with 'Wanda' in the bathtub
had combined feelings of nastiness, excitement, and sex, in a package of
enjoyment that he wanted to try again - and often.

	When his shift was over and Marcie suggested they take a quick shower
before returning for supper, Rick was hoping Marcie had some pee play in
mind. But the closest they came to doing anything sexual was when she
noticed they'd both gotten a little chaffed from all the walking they'd done
in the wet diapers and she'd rubbed some lotion into first her genital area
and then Rick's. Of course he'd sprung a boner immediately and with a flick
of her finger, she'd made it disappear almost as fast, telling him he needed
to save it for later. When he tried to find out if that meant another
evening of board games, she eluded his question.

	Supper the second night was almost an anti-climax to Rick compared to the
previous evening. This was his third communal meal, surrounded by naked
people, and the bare pricks, pussies and tits, passing by at eye level as he
ate, still caught his attention occasionally, but not to the extent they had
the first night when he'd had to fight his natural instincts to keep from
staring. A lot of the conversation around the dinner table was about the
'Ball' that evening. Rick seemed to be the only new person in the group so
while he wanted to ask a few questions, he kept his mouth shut, hoping
someone would say something that would answer his questions for him.
Unfortunately, by the time their meal was finished, he wasn't a lot more
aware of what the evening had in store than he had been when he'd sat down.
All he knew was that everyone considered 'The Ball' to be the highlight of
the weekend. He had to assume that a dance, in the nude, would fit that
description no matter if it was at 'Hidden Pines' or anywhere else in the
world.

	His first surprise was when they were back in their cabin and Marcie had
finished putting on her makeup. Aside from the fact that she didn't have on
a stitch of clothing, Marcie looked like she was ready for a night on the
town. She caught him by surprise when she told him it was time for them to
get dressed, and enjoyed seeing the look of disappointment on his face when
he thought she meant they were going to put on clothes. To her way of
thinking, that look of disappointment was a very good sign. Then she
explained what she meant.

	"You have to wear a tie," she told him, smiling as she watched his face go
from surprise, to disappointment, and now to confusion. "And the ladies all
wear jewelry - of sorts." Then she explained that 'The Ball' had started as
a New Year's Eve party, back when the entry building had been their first
community hall. By the time the new Community Hall had been built, 'The
Ball' had become part of every major holiday and now there was a dance they
called 'The Ball' every Saturday night. However, some were much bigger, and
of course more attended than others. In most places, Marcie explained, a
formal ball would mean putting on tuxedos and evening dresses and that would
never do for the folks that enjoyed the nude lifestyle of Hidden Pines. As a
compromise, inspired by a "Flintstones" cartoon, they'd decided that the men
should wear ties and the women would wear necklaces and other jewelry.

	Rick thought that going to a dance wearing nothing but a tie was the most
outlandish thing he'd ever heard of. But considering all the other things
he'd done in the previous 24 hours, maybe it wasn't all that outlandish
after all. And since he seldom got a direct answer to his queries about what
was about to occured, he decided to let go and see what happened. That made
him all the more anxious for 'The Ball' to begin. One thing that worried him
was that he had little knowledge and no recent experience on a dance floor.
He'd been part of a group of kids that had taken dance lessons back when
he'd been a young teen in middle school. At the completion of the dance
lessons, it had been another five years before he got on a dance floor with
a girl and tried to remember what he'd learned. What he'd discovered then
was that unlike riding a bike, it didn't all come back automatically.
Fortunately his date had been sympathetic to his plight and had helped him
make it though the evening. He hadn't been dancing since then and that had
been close to ten years back.

	He explained - more like warned - Marcie of his inexperience on the dance
floor and she told him not to worry. But when he asked if and what kind of
band they had, and what kind of music they played, she evaded his questions.
The result being, that instead of not worrying like he'd been told, he
worried all the more. He did relax a little when he realized that the 'dress
up' thing was meant to be humorous. She showed him a selection of ties
hanging in one of the closets and of the dozen he had to choose from, there
wasn't one that came close to anything he'd normally wear. He quickly got
the idea that the more garish the better. He picked one that was yellow with
some sort of pink and green pattern, after checking to be sure the pattern
was really in the tie material and not the result of some previous users
stomach problems.

	The 'jewelry' that Marcie pulled out of a dresser drawer was much the same.
Rick had been to Mardi Gras one year with his college roommate and had
worked out of New Orleans for a few months as one of his field assignments.
As a result, he was sure he knew where the beads and gaudy necklaces that
Marcie put on had come from. When they got to 'The Ball' he was sure he was
right. Glancing around at the women, it looked to him like someone had
bought out one of the souvenir shops on the edge of the French Quarter.

	He assumed they'd sit with their friends from the night before. He was
hoping for another night with Wade or 'Wanda' and intended to stay sober so
he could remember the details this time. Instead, they sat at a table with
Don and Diane, the older couple from the other end of their cabin and some
other people that Rick hadn't met yet. However, Wade and Gail were at the
next table with Paul and Arlene and Fabian was at the next table in the
other direction. They were right on the edge of the dance floor and Rick
quickly discovered that most of the people getting on or off the dance floor
would have to pass right by him or the other side of the table. If he wanted
to become a voyeur, he couldn't have picked a better location.

	The music, he quickly discovered, was supplied by a disc jockey that seemed
to have just about everything from the big band era to classic rock to
country to disco to whatever passed for music in high schools these days.
And the disc jockey was good, mixing it all up to please everyone and
picking tunes that were neither too fast nor too slow. With everyone dancing
in the nude, a song that was too bouncy could lead to flying body parts,
with cocks and tits bounding about. And a song that was too slow could lead
to a little too much passion on the dance floor for this early in the
evening.

	One of the other couples at their table, Dave and Kristi, were friends of
Don and Diane and were celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary. Don
had arranged for buckets of champagne on their table and insisted everyone
join the celebration. So while Rick had hoped to drink soda or some other
non-alcohol potion for the evening, he joined his tablemates in toasting the
feted couple and sipped champagne as slowly as he could get away with. As a
result, it was half way through the evening before he loosened up enough to
make his first venture on the dance floor. But after a few dances with
Marcie, he found himself enjoying the dance much more than he'd thought he
would. So when Marcie suggested that he ask the other ladies at the table to
dance, he did so without hesitation.

	Which was how, a short time later, he found himself on the dance floor with
Diane, having a conversation.

	"You looked cute this afternoon, running around in that apron and diapers,"
she told him.

	Rick supposed it was a compliment and told her, "Thank you."

	"It never fails to amaze me how many people try wearing diapers as an adult
and fall in love with it. Especially those of you that like to wet them. I
suppose that was Marcie's idea?"

	"What do you mean?" Rick asked her, not sure which part of it might be
something that Marcie thought up and wondering how she knew that Rick had
enjoyed wetting his diapers.

	"Delivering food dressed like that," she explained.

	"That's how we dressed to serve lunch."

	"Right. But that's in here, where you're moving around open containers of
food and serving drinks. Everything you take to the rooms and cabins is in
bags. And the only time the kitchen is really busy on a Saturday is on these
longer weekends when people that have to travel further come out and get
here after lunch and hungry." Then she smiled as she let her information
sink into the younger man.

	After a minute Rick asked for a confirmation. "So I didn't need to be
wearing the diapers and apron. Marcie was pulling one on me? And she picked
a weekend when it would be the busiest?"

	Diane nodded. "Yep. A real practical joker. She gets that from her
parents."

	"You know her mom and dad? I haven't met them yet."

	"Oh yeah. I've known Marcie since the day she was born. She's been full of
mischief all her life. But she's a good person and you're lucky to have
her."

	Rick though so too and told her, adding, "But I'm not sure I have her yet.
I think this weekend is a test of some sort."

	"Well from what I've heard about last night," Diane teased, "I'd say you've
not only passed, you made bonus points."

	Rick hoped the lowered lights of the dance floor kept her from seeing him
blush. He wondered just how much of his adventures of the previous evening
she'd heard about. He didn't ask, instead seeking information on Marcie from
someone that had known her for a while. There were a lot of little clues to
indicate that Marcie had been to Hidden Pines much more often than the 'few
times' she'd made it sound like. "How often does Marcie come here?" he asked
Diane as the song was ending.

	Diane fixed him in her stare, and though smiling, said in a way that almost
sounded like an order, "As often as she wants."

	Rick took that to be both the end of the conversation and advise to let him
know that he shouldn't try to stop Marcie from coming out to Hidden Pines
whenever she felt like it, whether he came with her or not.

	The champagne was having a wonderful effect on Rick and the other table
occupants as well. In fact the whole room seemed to be loosening up and
becoming more risque as the night progressed. Between the champagne and the
nudity, Rick was letting it all hang out, both figuratively and in fact.
When the disc jockey announced a 'Twist' contest, Marcie hauled him on the
floor and showed him how to do that dance from the '60s. Watching Marcie's
tits swing back and forth in front of him and feeling his cock slapping his
upper thighs as he mimicked her movement, was as much fun as he could ever
remember having in his life. Normally he would have been embarrassed beyond
belief to walk off a dance floor with his naked cock almost fully erect. But
the dance had obviously affected the other men the same way and Rick could
understand why it was a favorite of the Hidden Pines regulars. He decided on
the spot, if he hadn't already made up his mind anyway, to find out how
Marcie's membership would be affected by their marriage. He had every
intention of coming back to Hidden Pines as often as Marcie wanted - and
maybe more.

	 Rick had become a different person in ever escalating degrees. It had
begun with his dating Marcie and had continued under her tutelage. He'd
become more outspoken at work and less likely to let other project managers
walk all over him, like he had at first. When they'd first begun dating, it
was Marcie who decided where they'd go and when. That had as much to do with
her having a busy social calendar and Rick's being empty. He took her out at
the next available time and to whatever event she wanted to attend. But as
she freed up more time for Rick, she also encouraged him to decide where
they'd go and what they'd do. He had assumed that the reason she was almost
always committed to something else when he'd asked her out on weekends had
to do with her other beaus. Rather than face rejection, he mostly asked her
out on weeknights and to things that would let them finish and get to bed at
a reasonable hour. Then when they started having sex, she kept him up half
the night anyway.

	Now, as he heard people stop to say hello to Marcie and make remarks like,
"Haven't seen you in a few weeks," Rick was sure that Marcie must have been
coming to Hidden Pines, two or three weekends a month, the whole time they'd
been seeing each other. As he thought back, he was sure it was just about
the time he'd asked her to marry him that she'd begun running around naked
instead of wearing the sexy lingerie that she'd discovered he liked. And it
had been about that same time that she'd started feeling him out about going
to the nearby nude beach and things like that. They'd never gone to that
beach, but he'd agreed to several times. So when she announced that they
were going to Hidden Pines for the Labor Day weekend and that it was like
the nude beach only better, he'd almost had to say yes. It looked to him now
like he'd been set up for that too and he was glad she had. Just as he was
glad she'd tricked him into wearing diapers and a sissy apron all afternoon.
She seemed to know him better than he knew himself.

	Thoughts of his day in wet diapers reminded him he needed to take another
trip to the Men's room. By then, he wasn't at all apprehensive when Don
decided to join him. And when they were standing side-by-side at the urinal,
and Don asked, "Do you want to hold it for me?" Rick never hesitated to
reach over and hold Don's cock, grasping it willingly in his fingertips.

	"Don't play with it," Don cautioned when Rick's fingers began a stroking
motion. "Or I'll never pee."

	"If we have another party tonight, would you like to cum?" Rick asked,
letting the double-entendre hang meaningly.

	"I thank you for the offer," Don told him, "And will gladly take a rain
check. But I think Marcie has other plans for you tonight. But I'm fixing a
brunch in the morning and you're both invited."

	Somehow Rick wasn't that surprised that the people at their table knew more
about Marcie's plans than he did. Every time he took one of the other ladies
out on the dance floor, he could see Marcie in deep conversation with those
still seated. He wondered how different a 'brunch' was at Hidden Pines as
compared to the more familiar brunch that he and Marcie often went to at
home. He was sure it would be different, and not just because of the nudity!

	Rick was again surprised when the evening ended with a slow dance - which
provided him with a fast erection - after which Marcie told everyone
goodnight and that they'd see them at Don's brunch. He'd heard Wade and Gail
at the next table talking about a party after the dance and Rick had assumed
Marcie would want to go. "No party - no games?" he asked as she steered him
toward the door.

	"Not tonight sweetie. Tonight you're all mine and you are going to fuck my
brains out - got it!"

	The people around them had chuckled at Marcie's pronouncement and Rick had
glibly told her, "Yes ma'am! Anything you say."

	The sex that followed, beginning the moment their cabin door closed, was
the best the two had ever had. The previous evening had certainly been more
varied and erotic. The bisexuality alone would have caused that. But this
time it was lovemaking of the slow and passionate kind. 'The Ball' had
provided them with hours of foreplay, so their first fuck started on the
couch and ended on the floor. They both enjoyed the way Rick loved to eat
his cum from her pussy and as usual, that began round two, this time in the
bedroom, where she returned the favor, licking their mingled juices from his
cock as it re-hardened in her mouth. The second time they were less frantic
and the third time was even more languid, but by far the most passionate.
Afterward, too tired to move and yet too much in love to say goodnight, she
told him that he had erased any doubts she might have had about their
engagement and was looking forward to being his wife.

	It was by far the happiest moment of his life, made even more so when she
noted there were five diapers left in the bag and that he might be too tired
to get up to go pee. He wondered if she could read his mind. While the
sheets were dry, they hadn't been changed and the aroma of urine was
noticeable. Every time he'd caught a whiff of the pee smell he'd thought
about the diapers and had wondered what she'd say if he suggested he wear
one. Her idea of them both wearing diapers again was even better and he fell
asleep the moment she had the last diaper in place and he'd wet it, as happy
and contented as any baby.


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