Introducing AmyBDL

I bounced my knees nervously as I sat on the barstool. "You're being ridiculous Ash, it's the same old Katie." I told myself silently as I watched her retrieve two beers from the fridge on the other side of her kitchen.

"Oh. My. Gawd. Ash. It's been too long!" She said to me as she sliced a lime on a plastic cutting board and handed me a long neck Corona. Apparently our days of sneaking Keystone Lights in her dorm room were over.

"It hasn't been that long, Katie." I said trying to control my nerves. "Only what, 6 months?" The last time I had seen her was just before Spring break last semester. She had still been living in the dorms then, and Luke and I had swung by to pick up my duffel bag. Our visit had ended abruptly when we stumbled onto those riskee pictures on her computer while she was busy unloading her "stash" out of my bag behind us. Curiosity about those photos had gnawed at me for months. What I had seen was pretty tame, but I knew she and Cody had been exploring some pretty niche kinks and I couldn't help but wonder if I had only witnessed the tip of the iceberg.

Secrets didn't usually exist between Katie and I. As far back as I could remember we had shared stories, traded tips and lived vicariously through each other whenever one of us was experiencing a dry spell. Our years of "story time" had culminated in that one time in her dorm room where she demonstrated for me what Cody had introduced her to. Ever since then it was like an intrusive thought for me. I mean she was still Katie, but when someone does something like that in front of you, it's hard not to think about it every time you see them.

"Well it certainly feels like longer." She replied as she leaned up against the kitchen countertop, no _her_ kitchen countertop, and took a sip of her Corona. My gaze drifted to her short jeans shorts, and I found myself searching for a hint of something more. I glanced at the spot where her shorts hugged her pubic bone, I wondered if she still explored that side of herself. Was there a hint of extra padding, a subtle crinkle, or a glimpse of a white waistband peeking out from beneath her jeans? My curiosity got the better of me, and I felt my chest flutter when I caught myself actually looking for signs of it.

"No shit," I replied, attempting to push aside the memories of our previous conversations about her kinks. But it was hard to ignore the curiosity that lingered, wondering if she still explored that side of herself. For now, I tried to focus on the more mundane aspects of her life, like how she'd managed to afford a house. It wasn't just the fact that she owned a home that surprised me, but also the fact that she'd been able to afford it.

She must have caught some hesitance in my words, because she was quick to change the subject. "I'm so glad you came by though! Are you excited for move in day tomorrow?"

"A little nervous, if I'm being honest." I admitted. "This will be the first time I've lived with anybody other than Kim, and on top of that I've got all these new responsibilities as social chair..." I cut myself off. I knew Katie never really "got" the whole Alpha Phi thing. I still think she would have loved it, but she was always so busy with swimming. Still, she could sometimes get a little judgy when we got into the subject. She was a bit protective of me, and considered Alpha Phi to be a threat to my GPA.

"Do you know who your new victim is going to be?" She asked with a hint of tease in her voice. Kim and I had been such a great fit. She never judged me for my late nights and even contributed to one or two of them.

"That's classified." I teased, winking and taking a swig from my bottle.

Katie rolled her eyes at me and gave me a look that screamed"who am I going to tell in the next 24 hours?"

"I'm getting paired with this freshman named Harper. I've met her once, she seems nice enough, maybe a little buttoned up."

"I'm sure you'll fix that quickly."

I took another swig of my corona. "I'm the social chair this year, Katie. That's literally my job."

We shared a quick laugh at that. I could see her cooking up some quip about me "having a job" or "corrupting a youth" or something, so I decided to change the subject before she got the chance. "Thanks again for letting me spend the night. I ouldmt get a differrnt flight and i was going to have to get a hotel to bridge the span. Anyway, I knew you had moved off campus but this..." I gestured at the room.

She just waved it off. "Of course!" Her eyes followed my hand around the room. "Yeah, I guess no more sneaking around the dorms right?" She said with her signature casual laugh.

"We would never!" I agreed. "So..."

Katie's response was characteristically straightforward, as if she'd anticipated my unspoken question. "Yeah, I got that internship at InTech and decided since I'd be sticking around town after graduation, I might as well start building equity!" She said it with a confident smile, but I wasn't buying it. The math just didn't add up. Her parents weren't wealthy, and she'd always been careful with her finances, relying on her swim and academic scholarships to get her through college.

I remembered how she'd shown up to her first day of collegiate swim camp in my old speedo, a hand-me-down from my own brief stint on our high school team. She'd never been shy about her body, and I recalled how she'd laughed it off when I'd teased her about the suit being too small and how much it was riding up leaving nothing to the imagination in the front or the back. It had certainly turned heads, and I was sure it had been a topic of conversation among the other swimmers (especially those on the men's team) but Katie had always been comfortable in her own skin and she'd never minded being looked at. In fact, she'd often joked that it was a perk of being an athlete - the confidence that came with knowing you were strong and capable and had the body tonmatch. But as I looked at her now, standing in her kitchen with her Corona in hand, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story of how she'd afforded this house.

I knew better than to pry. Money had always been a bit of a sensitive topic for Katie, and she'd never been one to open up about her finances. I remembered how she'd always been careful with her spending, making do with hand-me-downs and thrift store finds. It was a habit that had served her well during our college years, but apparently she'd somehow managed to afford a house. I trued to push the thought aside, not wanting to ruin the evening with awkward questions. I was determined to make the most of our night together. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" I asked, changing the subject and grinning at Katie. "You promised me a party night, and I'm holding you to it!"

"You're looking at it!" She quipped while holding up a half-empty beer.

She let that settle in for a moment or two before deftly changing the subject: "So how's your boy?"

"Who?" Of course I knew exactly who she was talking about almost immediately but I played dumb. It had been all Summer but the absence of Luke in my life still stung quite a bit.

Katie just raised an accusatory eyebrow at me.

"Oh you mean Luke?" I tried to play it off as if he were just some meaningless fling. "Yeah, we called things quit before Summer break."

"That's too bad. He was cute Ash, and I think he really liked you." I could hear genuine disappointment in her voice. "Plus, he definitely had a positive impact on your GPA."

I sighed, feeling a familiar pang of guilt. "We were from two different worlds, Katie." I had already privately run through a thousand different justifications already, but no matter which way I spun it to myself I just couldn't shake the shame of dumping him right before Summer break.

"Wasn't he like, even going to Greek events with you and stuff?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't like he was Greek." I took a long sip of my beer hoping she would drop it.

"Was he... small or something?" she wiggled her pinky at me.

"No! It wasn't that. He had plenty down there."

A knowing smirk spread across Katie's face. "Oh did he? Wasn't he a virgin Ash?"

Damn her and her good memory. I rolled my eyes hard. "Yeah, he was."

"Was? Ohmygawd. I need deets." She finished her beer and turned to the fridge to retrieve two more for us. I realized that for the first time she was outpacing me and I drained my beer in order to try to catch up.

"Deets? Geeze old habits die hard huh?" I commented as she cut another wedge of lime. She and I had spent many afternoons going back nearly as long as we had been friends of swapping stories of our sexcapades with each other. It typically ended with one (or both) of us clandestinely getting off, but it had been so long since we had seen each other that I was a little surprised she fell into the tradition so quickly.

She pushed a fresh longneck towards me as if it was a bribe that I was definitely going to accept. "Let me think, last I heard -" but her train of thought was immediately cut off as she poked a wedge of lime into the neck which caused the beer to foam up and spill a little over the rim. We both stared at it for a moment before she burst into giggles.

The wound was still a bit too fresh for me to easily talk about. It had been months since we broke up. I had spent an entire summer surfing in close proximity to cute beach boys. I had passed on more than a few of opportunities to hook up on the beach in favor of slinking back to my house to debate whether or not I was going to text him and compulsively checking his Insta to see if he had doind someone to replace me. It was hard to admit, but I missed him. It was unfamiliar territory for me, not being able to just move on.

I think she read it on my face. "Whoa. It's not like you to get hung up on a boy like this, Ash. Have you talked to him?"

I had held out all summer resisting the urge to text him. If he texted me first I would have responded in a heartbeat, but I figured I had been selfish enough in dumping him. The least I could do is give him a clean break. "No." Was all I replied.

"Well when did y'all call it quits?" She asked, putting an emphasis on her drawl. It was a habit she had picked up dating Cody; something about it put him at ease.

"May. Right before finals."

"You didn't." Katie's mouth dropped open. "You slut!" The accusation came quickly, and lacked all of the usual humor associated with us calling each other's chastity into question.

It shocked me. It was like a slap in the face, but before I had time to gather my faculties and respond, she planted both hands on the counter and laid into me.

"Goddammit Ashley" she exclaimed using my full name which threw me off. "You broke up with the first guy you've seriously dated since Hunter. The first guy, if I'm not mistaken, to actually mean more to you than a quick dick. And why Ash? Because you didn't want to be tied down for Summer break."

"No. No! Cmon Katie it's nothing like that." I knew I didn't need to be but I was backpedaling, mostly because I wasn't used to her tearing into me like that, but it was kind of sweet in her own Katie way. It felt like behind her anger she was defending my dignity or something.

She mercifully gave me an opportunity to explain, but I could see on her face that I was treading thin ice.

"I mean, you're half right," I said, taking a deep breath. "That's what I told him: that I needed space, that we should see other people over the summer, and that we could revisit things when we got back to school if he still wanted to." I paused, studying Katie's expression.

She raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with skepticism, and took a sip of her beer. "But it wasn't that, was it?" she asked, her voice dripping with doubt. It was classic Katie - always willing to listen, but never afraid to call me out on my BS.

"No. It's a little complicated." I took a deep breath. "You remember how he was Mormon right?"

"Oh was he?"

I tried to ignore the sarcasm dripping from Katie's voice. "Yeah. Well, he got in a little over his head."

"To be fair, I think you pushed things out of his comfort zone, Ash. From what I know about him he would have been happy just holding your hand and taking you to sock hops."

I held up a defensive finger. "Hey. Hold on. He wanted everything just as much as I did. He was just a little timid, that's all."

"No shit he wanted it." She pressed. "He's a boy. You're you." She traced her thumb absentmindedly along the rim of her beer bottle. "I'm just also willing to bet whose idea it was to push things further."

It was all so much more murky than that. Sure, I mean from the very first day we met we were hooking up in various ways. Sure, he was very obviously inexperienced but we had hit the ground running. Outside of creaming his pants the first day we met there wasn't anything out of the ordinary about his sex drive. He was like any other guy I had ever hooked up with. He was just seemingly unable to control when or where he came. I had found that inability to control himself a bit irresistible.

The memory of the first time we tried actual penetration flashed in my mind. He had been trembling as he got close to me, whispered a pitiful "I can't..." and left my thighs sticky without ever actually putting it in. It was one of the many memories with him that had kept my hands occupied and batteries drained over the summer. I was absolutely smitten with how he couldn't control his cum around me and just the brief memory of his sticky wetness dripping down my legs as he stammered his apologies at me had my nipples erect and begging for attention.

Katie interrupted my daydream with an overeager "Wait, you're actually telling me that going all the way was his idea?"

My attention snapped to and I shrugged at her.

"Details, Ash! You can't leave me hanging like this, it's not fair!"

"Maybe later." I would need to cool down a bit first or Katie wouldn't be the only one touching herself during story time. "My point is we had a little scare."

"A little scare?"

"Well, I had a little scare. More than a little scare, actually."

Katie's hand covered her agape mouth and any lingering anger vanished from her voice. "What happened?"

I took a deep breath and a swig of beer. "We were getting close to finals, and I wasn't feeling particularly fantastic. I kind of just assumed I had been partying a little too hard" I started, trying to read Katie's face. "We had started having sex-"

"- which you're certainly going to tell me about in detail later."

I ignored her. "- and we probably weren't as careful as we should have been."

Katie couldn't hide her smile. "You let him cum in you!?"

"'Let' is a strong word choice here Katie. The boy didn't exactly have the best stamina in the world, and sometimes it just came out." I watched as Katie shifted almost imperceptibly against the counter. To any random bystander it would have looked like she was just leaning up against it, but I knew Katie and I was almost certain thay between her tightly hugging jeans shorts she was maneuvering her piercing into position. "Anyway, I figured I was on the pill so it wouldn't be a huge deal, right?"

"I mean, it's understandable. I think that's why you were into him in the first place right?"

"Sure. You know I like it when guys lose control. It makes me feel hot." I could feel my cheeks starting to burn a bit. There were zero secrets between us; Katie was just as knowledgeable about my kinks as I was of hers. We were so close we had even occasionally shared. One time she suggested I participate in her and Cody's crinkly little game of "dress up" so that I could see if I could make him pop early. It was an interesting night for sure, but that's a story for another time.

"But when I missed my period I immediately regretted it." I finished. "You know. Pills arent 100% effective."

Katie nodded along.

"I got a test. I got a second test. I got a third test, you know, just to be sure."

"Shit."

"That was pretty much my thought. I was so freaked out."

"You could have texted me!" Katie offered.

"Yeah I know, but I was panicked. I didn't tell anybody. Not even Kim."

"Not Luke either" she pushed. It wasn't a question. She knew.

"Exactly. I knew he'd be way too conflicted about 'taking care' of the situation so I broke it off. I acted like I was just some dumb sorority slut. I told him he knew what he was in for when we started dating and that he shouldn't be surprised."

"Oh Ash. I'm sorry." Her voice was entirely full of sympathy. "So you had to get it taken care of?"

"Yeah." I waved her off trying to act like it didn't affect me. "It was no big deal really. I mean, it sucked at the time, but it was just an exam, and a couple of pills followed by the worst cramps of my life. The worst part was I couldn't surf for like the first three weeks of the summer."

"Yeah, clearly that was the worst." She said while rolling her eyes and walking around the counter to where I was seated. She pulled me out of my chair and embraced me warmly.

She smelled like vanilla and faintly like something else. Something I couldn't quite place that brought back memories of home. Memories of so many beach parking lots where I was trying to knock all of the sand off of me before I got it all in my floorboards. Was it baby powder? It didn't matter, it smelt nice and I let myself melt into her. I couldn't remember the last time I had a solid Katie hug. I did my best to wipe the tears that had gathered in the corner of my eyes without her knowing. I think it just felt so good to be back with her. It had been way too long.

"But hey, enough of my stupid Ashley drama." I said, pulling back from her and gesturing at the entirety of her kitchen. "You've gotta tell me about all of this!"

Our mutual laugh cut the tension like a hot knife through butter and she led me by the hand through her house. She showed me the guest room where I'd be staying, the bathroom, the living room and by the time we ended on her room all of the awkwardness from my trauma dump had evaporated.

Her single bedroom was as big as any of my rooms I had stayed in during my three years at Alpha Phi, and it was certainly bigger than the dorm room she had been crammed in. Still, seeing the same mandala comforter she had since high school on her bed immediately marked it as Katie's space and I couldn't resist the urge but to take a running flop onto her bed.

"This is quite the upgrade, Katie!" I noted while snuggling into her giant mound of pillows. "Way better than sharing bunk beds in the dorms!"

"Yeah, it's been a pretty big quality of life improvement." She added. "No more room mates that hit the snooze alarm twenty times before getting up."

"Didn't you always wake up for practice before Emily?" I poked her in the ribs with my toe as she sat on the edge of her bed.

"I didn't say who it was a quality of life upgrade for, dork." She caught my foot and inspected my toes. "You want me to do your nails? It's been a minute."

"Do you even have to ask?" I replied. Getting a Katie-Pedi was better than going to the nail salon. She went above and beyond just painting my toenails, she'd always give me little massages and use the nice cuticle oils and stuff.

She sprung right back up off the bed like she had been waiting for her cue. "One sec!" She said excitedly, "I'll get my supplies and a couple of fresh beers for us, but then I need to hear about the rest of your summer." As she left the room she added from down the hall, "you know, the good parts!"

Katie's voice trailed down the hall as she rummaged in the bathroom for nail supplies. "Pink as always?" She called out an unnecessary question.

It was always pink and she knew that. I finished the dregs of my beer and set the empty bottle on her night stand. The room was chilly and the alcohol was beginning to hum under my skin. I was buzzing with anticipation of the foot rub to come, and wanted to make sure I was perfectly comfortable. Almost as if I was drawn to it, my eyes locked on Katie's closet.

Look, I'm certain I wasn't snooping. Katie's oversized swim hoodies were legendary--threadbare from years of use, smelling like chlorine and her vanilla body wash. Maybe there was some part of me that wanted to see if she still kept a stash in her closet, but I was certainly telling myself it was all about procuring a hoodie as I padded silently across the room. The closet door creaked when I tugged it open.

It was a large walk-in. On her first shelf were her stacks of leggings, sports bras and speedos. Her second shelf was occupied with two large boxes labeled TAX RECEIPTS. "Sure Katie." I snorted to myself reaching past them and towards the third shelf. I suspected that was just where she had squirreled away her toys in case her parents dropped by the house. On the third shelf I found my quarry: A faded blue hoodie, crumpled between a denim jacket and three separate pink and purple packets that caught my eye.

I grabbed the hoodie and yanked. I honestly hadn't planned on making a big deal out of the diapers even though I felt a pang of satisfaction that I knew my Katie so well, but the fabric snagged on something hard and plastic pulling her stash along with it. The loosest of the three plastic-wrapped bundles tumbled to the closet floor along with a large plastic tripod and ring-light. The pack bounced open like a piñata, and the ring light popped into two pieces.

My breath hitched in my throat when I saw her scattered diapers sitting at my feet, bringing up those buried memories of that one night on dead day eve when she had convinced me to wear one to Cody's party. I had resisted for a bit of course, but I had to admit it had been kind of fun and naughty to wear one for a night of drinking. During our pregame walk to his house I had even tested out using one. It definitely beat squatting in the bushes. Finally there was that lapdance I gave Cody and the way I could feel his stiffness through the thin padding as I tried to push him over the edge was burned into my brain.

I scrambled to get everything put back, grabbing the scattered pull-ups and doing my best to shove them back in their plastic packaging. I roughly shoved them back on the shelf but couldn't get them to fit without tumbling back down.

The door swung open and I spun to see Katie standing in the entry to her room, arms full of nail polish, cotton balls, and longnecks.

"Really?" She asked me with disbelief as a purple pull up fell off the shelf once more and hit my shoulder before falling down to my feet. "Find what you were looking for?"

"Yup!" I nervously replied kicking the diaper and pieces of her ring light to the side and holding out her light blue hoodie as evidence. I scrambled to put it on while I walked back to the bed and resumed my position reclining up against her headboard. I tried to just act like I hadn't seen what I had just seen, but it seemed like the cat was out of the bag.

She shot me an accusing look before putting down her nail supplies and heading to the closet to organize. She fiddled with the broken ring light a bit before putting it back on the shelf.

"You know you could have just asked right?" She held out the pull-up. "I would have just given you one."

Maybe it was the alcohol, but I was so committed to not making her fetish a big deal that I responded as if she were offering me a snack. "I'm ok, maybe later." My cheeks immediately began to burn when I comprehended what I had said. I was pretty sure I hadn't snooping, but sometimes I just do things you know? I know that I had been curious so maybe I had gone in there subconsciously or something.

She held the folded pull-up out towards me with raised eyebrows and I recoiled immediately waving it off. She gave me a smirk and shoved it back into its packaging with the rest on the shelf. There was a brief tug below my navel as if my body was telling me that I should have just gone for it, and I kind of regretted declining it. The feeling faded quickly but that instantaneous regret surprised me.

My mind immediately returned to the night of Cody's party. I had even used it. After all, "when in Rome" and all that. It had been no big deal, we all did it at one point or another that night. It had been a fun little misadventure and it had certainly gave me some ideas for Alpha Phi's next pledge class, but until that very moment I hadn't really thought about doing it again. I looked down at my flat navel and how my low cut black shorts perfectly hugged my mound and wondered briefly how it would look if I was wearing a diaper under them.

"So uh... still doing that?" I asked gesturing at the packages on the shelf trying to cut the tension. I thought about going back on my decision and asking for her to hand me one after all, butbdecided thatvwould be a little too awkward.

Her eyes darted to them and back to me. "Uh yeah. Occasionally. I guess." She stepped out of the closet and closed the door behind her. Now that her diapers were back out in the open I couldn't help but stare at her bottoms. They were Katie's typical faded high cut jeans shorts, but they seemed even tighter on her than normal. She was already all legs and ass on account of the rigorous swim training, but the way her shorts cupped her down there they accentuated her gap even more

giving her a perfectly sculpted cameltoe made her look like she had stepped right off of the pages of a Victorias Secret catalog.

I tried to shake the jealousy out of my mind as she gathered our beers and her supplies and joined me on the edge of the bed.

She tucked one foot up underneath her, and left her other leg dangling over the side. It was her typical "story time" posture that gave her the necessary pressure she needed without looking like she was touching herself. Not that I didn't know exactly what she was doing, but it let her keep up the facade of innocence. Sure there were a couple times in the past where we had actually dropped all pretenses and openly touched ourselves in front of each other but for the most part it was against our unwritten rules. It was this delicate dance: she could sit there and grind on her heel, and as long as I kept the stories coming, answered her questions and ignored her little wiggles, she would do my toes.

I extended my leg and gave her my left foot. She rested it on her upper thigh just above her knee and got to work removing my old chipped polish. The acetone tickled my toes as she pinched each toenail, but I couldn't really relax into it. Something about the way she was sitting was distracting me.

It wasn't like this was novel or anything. She had sat with her legs spread in front of me a hundred times before. I had seen her naked almost as many times as I had seen myself, but for whatever reason I couldn't get my eyes off of the gusset of her jeans shorts and the way they were hugging her so tightly. Katie always had a great body, and filled out her shorts well but something about her seemed curvier. I suspected that it must be because she was wearing one of those diapers under her tight denim, and no matter how many times I looked away or tried to distract myself with an awkward sip of my beer, my eyes kept wandering back there to get confirmation. Maybe it was jealousy or maybe some part of me was hoping to see a peek of her pull-up poking out of her shorts or something, but there was no chance of that beneath her impossibly tight shorts.

I imagined what it might look like if she were sitting there in front of me without her shorts on. I mean, I had obviously seen her in a diaper before. The night of Cody's party we had all gotten ready together and made fun of each others padding in her dorm but that felt more like a game. This situation would be different. Not that I wanted to perv out on my best friend or anything, but something about the thought of her just sitting there being able to release herself whenever she wanted was kind of naughty.

My own lips tingled under my black spandex shorts and I had to wedge my cold beer bottle between my legs to shut them up.

"Ash?" Katie asked me impatiently. I don't know if she had said something to me prior and I was just zoned out, or if she had caught me perving on her crotch.

"So I bet Cody's pretty happy about this development." I offered trying to deflect from my unwanted arousal.

Katie said "Yeah," but something about the way she said it sounded reluctant. She pinched the skin between each of my toes sending goosebumps up my legs.

"Is he not? Wasn't he the one who got you into it in the first place?"

"No I'm almost certain he is." She moved on to my next toe. "Almost."

"Almost?"

"Almost. Cody isn't exactly in the picture anymore."

My mouth dropped open. "What happened?" They had been dating for years. Hell, we all knew each other back in high school. I thought for sure that they were going to get married right out of college.

Katie shifted on her heel perch. The shock of her bombshell distracted me from listening for any crinkles. "It was a lot of things really, but in the end he went back on a deal we had."

"What kind of deal?" I asked, now even more perplexed by her stash in the closet.

"That's... complicated." She explained.

"Is it?" I asked, taking another sip of my beer.

"Yeah. It got a little messy." The last word hung on the air. I tried not to, but my eyes darted down to her shorts.

She pinched me hard between my next two toes. "Not like that you perv." She scolded me lightly, laughing. "I mean it was financially messy."

"Financially? Did you guys share money?"

"No, we kept everything separate, obviously. We just had..." she paused trying to find the words "... this project we had to figure out how to split up properly."

"Something for InTech?" I wasn't trying to pry, I was just completely perplexed by what it could have been.

"Oh gawd no." She nearly exclaimed forcing a laugh, then took a deep breath, composed herself and continued while popping open the tiny bottle of pink nail polish.

"It all started spring semester of our freshman year. It was pretty early on when we were all still getting moved in and settled. I had spent the night at Cody's place and had to rush off to class the next morning but didn't realize that I had left my swim duffel."

"Oh I actually remember that! We were on the phone and you were going to just pop into his house real quick."

"Yeah. That was the time. I thought he was at class so I figured I'd just walk in and grab my duffel. His room mates always leave their front door unlocked."

"Yeah, you were supposed to call me back!"

Her shoulders fell slumped and her head fell back. It had been after that when we had one of those long stretches where we didn't talk in a long while. She blamed herself for it. It wasn't like I had been hurt by it - it was just as much on me.

"Yeah, I know. I know." Katie nodded.

I didn't mean to derail her train of thought. "Ancient history. Don't worry about it."

"Anyway I walked in and when I opened his door there was Cody sitting at his computer. Headphones on. Shorts around his ankles." She began miming like she was Cody furiously jacking off her imaginary dick.

My mouth dropped open and I just watched her for a moment.

"Yeah that was pretty much my reaction too. He had his back to me and I couldn't see his computer screen but it there was no question what he was doing. Oops~" her jacking hand knocked the top of my foot. She sat up a little to check over my toes to make sure my nail polish didn't smear.

I curled my toes down to give her a better view. Satisfied that her work wasn't ruined she resumed her painting, shifting my foot right and left to get the "perfect" angle on my toes.

"So what did you do?"

"Nothing. I was pretty embarrassed by it actually. I grabbed my bag and left and never told him I caught him."

"You're way kinder than me. I would have snuck up behind him and grabbed him by surprise." I illustrated my death grip on the long neck of the bottle. "I would have pumped him until he finished while making him watch whatever kinky porn he was engrossed in." Not wanting to be left out, I gave my makeshift glass dick a little jacking motion too. It had initially been just for illustrative purposes but the way it caused the cold glass bottle to rub up and down on my sex through my spandex shorts was pretty nice. I probably could have gotten lost fantasizing about catching Luke in such a compromising position and easily gotten myself off if I had kept rubbing myself, but Katie ignored what I was doing and continued her story.

"Not a bad plan - but unfortunately I didn't think of that. I just slinked out and went to practice mortified. I had a really shitty workout since I was so upset." She set my foot down and patted her thigh asking for the next. "Remember, Cody and I had only been dating for like a month or two at that point. We had gotten off to a pretty shaky start and I didn't want him thinking about other girls like that."

"And you do now?" I teased.

She gave me a reluctant smirk. "So when I got back to my dorm I got out my phone and my vibrator and took a few of pictures."

"As one does." I agreed like it was totally normal.

She slapped the top of my foot and feigned offense. "Come on. You've surely sexted guys before."

"No!" It wasn't a line I had crossed. I guess I never felt it was all that necessary. I had caught a guy once trying to sneak a picture during a hookup, and it had immediately killed the mood. I just figured that any guy that I actually wanted thinking about me that way could do it in person.

"Closest I ever got was this summer. With those Insta photoshoots." I had been sure to document my time on the beadh this summer. It had burned me just about everybday that Luke hadn't texted me, and I just knew he had to be stalking my insta. I didn't show anything explicitly but I had certainly made them a bit "spicier" than was typical for my insta. Luke. The memory hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Oh shit! Those were the ones Luke and I saw in your dorm last time!"

I saw - no, I could feel her blush under my feet. Maybe I was just imagining it, but her thighs got noticeably warmer.

"Yeah." She said. "I remember that. I guess it kind of escalated from there."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I figured that they started filming themselves having sex or something.

"Well, you know Cody." Her voice was a little shaky. I wasn't entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or something else. "He wanted more pictures. He could always push me, right?"

"Yeah." I giggled trying to keep it light. "I think that's why I liked to push his buttons so much."

"Well, after that party, he wanted other pictures." She seemed far away, as she rubbed between my toes while prepping me for nail polish.

"What kind of other pictures?" I asked.

"You know... pictures of me wearing certain things?"

"Diapers." I offered.

She nodded.

"Well, that's no big deal right? You kind of dove ass first into that fetish." I started to gesture at her crotch but chose instead to gesture at the closet door, "I mean, it looks like you must have been a little into it for more than just Cody's sake if you guys are split up and you've still got a collection like that."

She opened the nail polish back up and began brushing each of my nails. "No yeah, of course. I was happy to do it and everything. Besides, if he was looking at porn of me then he wasn't looking at porn of other girls you know?"

She gave me a bashful look. "I guess Intook a page out of the book of Ashley. The thought that he was losing it to videos of me was pretty hot."

"Videos too?" I acted scandalized. I mean, it made sense but she was getting bashful about it and I wasn't used to seeing Katie squirm. "Videos of what exactly, Katie!?"

I expected her to back off or get squeamish, but without missing a beat or even looking up from her nail painting she replied. "Oh come on Ash, you know. Me using them."

"Is there that much to see?" I asked. "Isn't the whole point of diapers to prevent your wet marks from showing?"

"Yeah." She agreed, "but you'd be surprised. With the right lighting, you can see different things. Sometimes you can see the padding swell, or if you go a lot you can show it darkening. Some of them have little designs that disappear, and of course there's all kinds of different scenarios. If you get them positioned just right they'll like push out..." She let go of my foot as she trailed off listing the various ways she could capture the magic and absentmindedly adjusted the hem of her shorts, slipping one finger under briefly, but almost immediately stopped when she realized I was looking at what she was doing. She tried to play off her embarrassment with a cute little shrug.

"Sounds fun, but what was the problem?"

"Well," she took a deep breath. "It was the end of last semester and I received this email." A feint tremolo had returned to her voice. "It was from someone who claimed to know me. I mean, by the details they dropped they definitely someone who knew me. They confirmed that, but kept themselves anonymous." She paused again and gathered her thoughts. "Anyway, they sent me a link."

My eyes got wide and my rage immediately kicked in. "No fucking way." I was going to murder that fucker. I had like 12 ways planned and ready to go in my head and no jury was going to convict me. "No fucking way. That motherfucker! I'm going to kill him." I said it out loud which I'm sure made it officially premeditated, so it was lucky that Katie stopped me.

"Hold on Ash, hold on." She reached over and lowered my beer bottle that I guess I had begun brandishing like a weapon. "Don't rush off and commit any felonies on my behalf just yet."

"That fucker leaked your shit." I reasoned, fuming. "He deserves castration."

"Yeah, I definitely shared your rage. I went through the entire range of emotions. First I was just numb, then really hurt, then furious. I couldn't bring myseld to talk to him for like three days. I couldn't until I actually got up the courage to click the link."

She wasn't making me feel any better.

"I had been expecting, I don't know, a shareable link to a google drive or something, but he had set up a whole page. I had unwittingly become a bit of a star on OnlyFans."

I stared at her in stunned silence for more than a moment before I finally asked "and then you dumped his ass?"

"Of course I dumped his ass." She replied. "I went to his place, made him show me where all of his copies were and watched as he deleted them."

"He just went along with it?"

"Yeah, he knew he was fucked. What he did was incredibly illegal."

"No shit. So you were able to get everything taken down?"

That's when Katie's classic "I'm up to something" look returned. "Well the site was really cooperative when I reached out to them. They seemed just as pissed as me, and simultaneously incredibly apologetic. They were willing to wipe everything. The last thing they want is a lawsuit."

"I had to sign a bunch of stuff saying I wouldn't sue. I wasn't going to, obviously. It wasn't their fault. I just wanted the stuff removed which they totally agreed to. They just had to cash me out and stuff, since it was legally my intellectual property they had been selling."

I stared at her smirking face for a solid 10 seconds before glancing down at the space between her legs and back to her face once more to see her fighting back a satisfied look. "You didn't!"

"They showed me the value of my account and it kind of changed my calculus a bit. I mean, it was a lot of money, Ash."

I was stunned. Like, jaw slack stunned. I wish I could have seen my own face I'm sure it looked like I had been slapped with a tuna or something. I gathered myself and pointed directly at her crotch. "People pay for that!?"

"More than you would ever guess." She leaned in and her voice dropped to almost a whisper. "Ultimately it wasn't even the money that got me. It was just enough to convince me to go home and think it over."

"It was the active user count." I noticed her roll her hips and grind a little on her heel. It was a move she typically reserved for when I was the one doing the storytelling. Seeing her so worked up I felt the telltale "whoosh" of my own arousal as my own gnawing hunger built. "When I saw how many guys were beating their meat over pictures of me doing things I'd probably be doing anyway... well holy fuck."

I rolled my own hips backwards mirroring her movements. I think I had been staring at her spread legs for so long I had tricked myself into thinking I might be able to catch the seam of my own jeans shorts, but unfortunately I got absolutely no resistance from my spandex.

"Aren't you worried about being recognized?" I asked. That was my biggest fear. As hot and powerful as the idea was to have a bunch of guys tugging themselves to me, I couldn't imagine the horror.

"Not really." She said casually as she tapped the top of my foot to indicate that she was done.

I held up my toes and wiggled them before replacing it back on her thigh to dry. They were perfect gleaming gems as always.

"If you think about it I've already been recognized, and it hasn't really affected me, you know?"

"What about Bob and Eileen? What about InTech?"

She shrugged. "My parents know, kind of. I had to tell them when I first found out because I wasn't sure what to do. They know I do 'adult modeling' and they know better than to go looking. I think they're just happy I was able to buy the house. And InTech -"

"The house?" I interrupted, asking in disbelief.

"Yeah the house." She gave me a satisfied smile. "There's money to be made off of horny guys, Ash. I figure if InTech finds out and decides to bring it up, fuck it, I'll just do this for a while. It's an unpaid internship anyway." She tilted her bottle back finishing the rest of her beer just to drive the point home.

It seemed like she had it all figured out, but that wasn't anything new for Katie. She always had all the answers, but I was still stuck. "You paid for this whole house?"

"Yup." She popped her lips on the 'P' and casually patted her pubic mound through her jeans shorts while swinging her free leg off the side of the bed. "It's shockingly little work." Her eyes darted to her computer across the room and then back at me. "Wanna see?"

I looked over at her computer, back at her, down to her hand and back at her face. "Fuck it why not?" I thought to myself with no hesitation. "Fuck yeah, I wanna see!" I exclaimed.

She hopped off the bed and retrieved her laptop. I scootched over so that she would have room next to me leaning up against the headboard.

She joined me and opened her laptop, plinking in her password. As she opened her browser it immediately brought back a memory of the last time we had curled up on her bed with a laptop. Ironically we had been watching porn together then, too. The thought must have hit her at the exact same time because our eyes met and we both giggled. Unlike last time though, I definitely didn't plan on flicking my bean no matter how much alcohol was in me.

She brought up her site - and it was kind of surreal. There were like five or six pictures of her in various poses all across the top banner with the words "Diaper Girl Katelyn" superimposed over the top in lavender block letters.

"Holy shit, Katie! Look at all those messages." I pointed at the number on her inbox.

She scoffed. "Yeah, I try to respond to as many as I can, but it's a real rabbit hole. Most of them just want to know you're a real person, but about half want custom content."

She clicked away to her "collections" tab, and then quickly into the folder marked "Wetting" before I had too long to read the labels on the other folders. She scrolled rapidly through the library of videos until she landed on one entitled "Leak test."

"Ready?" She asked and before I could respond, she clicked it open and after a molent of buffering the video started to play.

I don't know exactly what I had been expecting, but I was pretty shocked at how mundane and low budget it seemed. It faded in to a single full body shot of Katie standing up against a wall with a small end table and her purple Stanley on it, she was wearing a simple black tank top with her hair tumbling down over her shoulders and her tight light blue jeans. She was shifting back and forth from foot to foot and was clearly playing up her "I need to pee" dance, bending her knees slightly, then grabbing herself, and finally standing back up straight as though she had gotten it under control.

"Hey guys." She said in her typical sing song voice. "So um... I've gotten a lot of requests to see how much my new DryNites can hold. And.." she paused for second, fidgeting and bending her knees before reaching down to her Stanley, picked it up, took a quick sip and continued. "... I've been drinking a lot, and I'm all padded up for you, see?" she set her Stanley back down, and immediately grabbed herself buckling at the knees "- ugh so hard to get through this intro." She said to herself, significantly less performatively. She gathered herself and stood back up addressing the camera once more. "Sorry, I've been holding it a really long time, and pounding water."

Screen Katie quickly unbuttoned her jeans and held them open to show off a purple floral diaper, then quickly buttoned up while wiggling her hips, clearly struggling to hold it in. "So yeah, I'm all padded and -" her voice squeaked and she visibly jumped. "uh, ah, about to burst."

"I had actually started peeing right there" Katie noted next to me providing the directors commentary. "I had already been holding it for like over 2 hours." It almost sounded like she was proud of getting it over the audience, or maybe she was justifying her accident as if that werent the point of the video.

Screen Katie quickly turned and faced the wall leaning up against it with both hands and spreading her legs apart. "Ahh! It's coming out!" she looked back at the camera. Her mouth was open in "shock" but I could see she was smiling and breathing heavily under it. "God, it's so warm." She described to the camera as she rubbed her hands over the back of her jeans. I could read on her face that she was holding back giggles.

She turned her body back the camera and rubbed the now incredibly poofy front of pubic mound. "Oh my gawd you guys, I'm still going. I drank so much."

I have to admit, watching her stand there and just pee herself like she did for me that time in the dorm was incredibly erotic. Something about the relief on her face, the naughtiness of it all, and her panic at getting everything all set up in time without losing it had me absolutely pulsing down below. Maybe some of it was my own growing need from however many beers being exacerbated by seeing her relief, but I white knuckled beer bottle to resist the overwhelming urge to reach down and touch myself over my Nike Pros.

"Shit Katie, is it weird that I find this kinda hot?" I admitted, my cheeks burning with embarrassment trying not to rub my thighs together too obviously. There was no point in hiding it from her. She could read me like a book, but it still felt a little weird to feel the urge to masturbate to a video of my best friend.

"You and literally thousands of other people." She pointed out the view count on the video right as the Katie on the screen gasped and stood straight up at attention grabbing her butt. "Oh shit guys, they're already leaking!"

She turned to show her backside while grinning over her shoulder at the camera. A dark patch was growing down her right leg from her butt cheek and was quickly joined by a smaller one on the left side separated only by a dry spot centered over her butt in the shape of her concealed padding. "Ack! It's getting in my socks! Why is it still coming out!?"

"I had actually stopped peeing by then and I couldn't figure out why I kept leaking." She told me as screen Katie walked over to her camera and shut it down ending the video abruptly. Once she was off the screen I realized how tightly I had been squeezing my thighs. I tried to relax them slowly so that I didn't arouse suspicion.

"I think my jeans were just too tight, and it was squeezing the diaper like a sponge." She chuckled.

"And that's it? That bought all this?" I asked, enraptured while trying to control my breathing.

"I do other stuff too, obviously." She explained, "I just wasn't going to put on a video of me like, full on masturbating for you or anything."

"Yeah, who would ever want to masturbate in front of their friends?" I teased with a nervous chuckle knowing full well that we had both in fact done that very act.

"It's mostly diaper stuff though." She noted. "Pretty tame. I guess some of the private requests can be a little out there, but I don't do those as often."

I was burning with a forbidden curiosity of what she could possibly mean by that, and my mind immediately snapped to what could have been in her other folders.

"The hardest part is doing all the advertisement though."

"Advertisement?" I asked.

"Yeah. Like, I make a decent amount through my regulars that subscribe month to month. Cody had built up a pretty loyal userbase, but it didnt really take off until intook over and started doing my own promotion. The majority of what I make is from single month subscribers." She gave me a cryptic look. "You know, guys who get roped in to see my content, jack off a few times then unsubscribe after they've exhausted my library." She mimed the jacking motion with her hand and then clicked an analytics button on her dashboard. "See, I get a steady stream from Reddit and TikTok, but that takes a lot of editing. The easiest is..."

"... twitch." I finished for her, reading the biggest label on the pie chart. "Isn't that the website that Luke used to stream his games on?" He had shown me once or twice before. He'd do his game development on camera with a few people chatting with him in the background. He loved it when I showed up in the background because his viewer numbers would steadily climb from like two to ten.

"Yeah, it would be." She replied. "People do all sorts of stuff on there though. I don't even have to show anything there, but when I go live and just chat with people I can typically rake in a handful more monthlies and occasionally a new regular.

"Show me." I said without hesitation, an idea harching in my mind.

"Seriously?" She asked. "You want to watch me go live?"

"Not just watch, I'll cohost one with you!" I effused. "I've seen Luke do it a handful of times. I bet I could help out and get you some more traffic!" Truthfully I just needed something to occupy my mind. If we kept flipping through her laptop I was in danger asking her to show me something from one of her other folders, and as it was I was already feeling pretty weird about being so turned on by my friend. It was pretty bad; I was concerned I might soak through and leave a wet spot on her sheets.

She studied my face for a few seconds, I think she was giving me the opportunity to back out. Finally, she just shrugged and said "ok then, I'll get us set up!"

She popped up out of bed and took her laptop back over to her desk. Her routine seemed pretty well rehearsed: she set her laptop on a stand, retrieved a large mic on a big desk clip out of her desk drawer and a small webcam. She set them up along with a big screen behind us to hide her room and retrieved a chair from the kitchen that she set directly next to her desk chair. She fired up some software that let her see what the webcam was showing and spent some time framing the mic and our chairs in the viewscreen. The whole rig didn't take her long to get it all set up, it seemed like the hardest part was getting the camera faced correctly.

She beckoned me over and I joined her sitting in the chair to her left just in time to see her fire off a message in a chat window. "Hey, about to go live soon! :-3."

"That's just so one of my mods has a heads up." She explained as she left the room once more. She returned with two more beers that she sat on the desk just outside of the camera shot. "It can get pretty wild when they aren't around."

She clicked a few more buttons in her camera software. I had been checking my hair and makeup in the screen, but was quickly interrupted as the whole window turned purple superimposed with big bubbly blue letters that read "Going Live Soon! <3"

Katie retrieved her ring light from the closet and I watched the viewer count steadily rise. "Holy shit Katie, there are already 200 people in here and you aren't even on camera yet!" I called out over my shoulder.

"Oh that's just from my regulars who get notifications when the stream starts, hun. Just wait." She replied as she set up the ring light behind her laptop.

"Ok, all set?" She asked me rubbing my knee for comfort. I nodded. "Try not to get too distracted watching chat." She pointed at one window, then to another. "Watch this one over here instead. My mods will elevate any good comments and kick out anyone who is being a shithead."

"Got it," I said. I had butterflies in my stomach as the numbers climbed to 300 wondering what i had gotten into, "Left window, not the right." I was suddenly aware of a dull pressure in my bladder. I shrugged it off as nerves. whenever I had to speak in front of the sorority, I always peed a little bit and this was no different. It certainly couldn't have been the multiple bottles of corona I had plowed through.

"And just relax. Be yourself. Everybody loves an Ashley."

We nodded at each other and she turned back to the screen "Here. We. Go." On the word "Go." She clicked a button and a loud bell rang. The screen faded in from purple and the words changed to "Katie_BabeB has gone Live!" Which in turn also faded, leaving just the two of us and the mic occupying the screen.

"Hey guys!" Katie chirped at the screen holding both hands up in a double wave.

The screen on the right began scrolling so quickly I couldn't make out any individual message. The viewer count climbed to 1.2k almost immediately. On the left screen a single message popped up:

>> Xx_ArmyBrat_xX: Who is your guest star?

Katie picked up on it almost immediately. She was clearly pretty experienced at this. She reached over and gave me a giant side-hug. "This is my best friend forever, A-" I heard her catch herself before she said my name. "Amy. She's spending the night and asked to join me on stream tonight!"

"Hey guys!" I chirped into the mic mimicking Katie's bubbly tone. I waved and mugged for the camera. I winked and held up a sideways backwards peace sign in front of my face.

>> DirtyDee323: Omg, does she know?

"Yeah she knows." Katie offered the camera. "It would be weird if she didn't. We don't really keep secrets from each other."

>> NullPointerLOL: Prove it!

"Just a second, be patient. Before we get too carried away I just want to announce that we're running a deal on the OnlyFans right now - half off a monthly package for the next 24 hours." She sounded straight out of a YouTube promotional video. So business-like. It didn't seem to turn chat off though. We were steadily climbing, up to 1.5k.

A cute animation of a bouncing diaper dinged up onto the screen along with the words "NekoByte has just subscribed!"

"Thanks for the subscription, Neko!" Katie sang while shoving herself up out of her chair. I was basically in the camera frame with her bare midriff down to the high hemline of her shorts, so I gave a goofy two thumbs up next to her. She unbuttoned her jeans shorts and pulled the front of them open, revealing a pull up with a grey and white wavey pattern.

I saw it on the screen first, then looked over at her to see for myself. I guess i must have looked pretty dumbfounded, because as she quickly buttoned up and sat back down another chat came through.

>> DJ404_NotFound: She looks pretty surprised to me!

"No DJ," I replied directly to the camera. "I definitely knew this was her 'thing' I'm just pretty new to this whole twitch thing and didn't expect Katie to just whip it out like that!" I turned to Katie. "Have you been wearing that all night!?"

She gave me a flirtatious shrug. "Sorry I didn't tell you about that earlier. I guess we do have some secrets!"

I pulled at the waistband of her shorts. "Let me see that again, why are you hiding it away?"

"Well I can't show it for too long." She explained, "twitch gets a little bitchy if we show too much, but chat likes to see it."

"Wait wait wait, have you already used it?" I asked trying to be quiet enough to not have the mic catch it right as another chat came in on our highlights window.

>> DirtyDee323: "Is Amy padded too????????"

As soon as I processed that 'Amy' was referring to me I felt my cheeks start to burn as Katie sprung in to defend me. "No, she isn't. offered her one earlier but she turned me down." Katie exaggerated a frowny face then took a sip of her beer. And shot me a mischievous smile. "Bee tee dubs, how's your beer, 'Amy'?"

I defiantly cheers'd her. I knew exactly the game she was playing. Maybe it was the warm alcohol in my tummy or the pressure mounting in my bladder or the now two-thousand viewers watching us, but I was weirdly ok with it. More than ok even. I was positively buzzing down below. I could feel my pulse in my clit and my nipples felt like they could cut ice. I tilted back my beer bottle and drank deeply wishing I had ditched my bra and hoodie before the stream. That would have really driven the eyeballs.

My blushing must have been the blood in the water and the sharks were circling. I saw the main chat window light up with hundreds of messages all echoing the same sentiment: "PUT ONE ON!" fashioned with a milieu of different text decorations, emojis and punctuation. Katie's mods must have picked one out because on the left side of the screen a single message popped up:

>> xzx-VinylViking: "AMY PUT ONE ON!!11!

Katie and I exchanged a glance. She was fighting back a giant grin by biting her bottom lip. She gave me something that was between a shrug and a nod, raising her eyebrows at me.

I looked back at the screen and saw the pink creeping up my neck out of Katie's pilfered blue hoodie. I'm sure everyone else took it as embarrassment, but I know my own body. I always turned pink like that when I got particularly turned on. 3.2k viewers and climbing. What can I say? The thought that there were guys all over the world touching themselves to me was intoxicating.

I had made up my mind long before I said anything. Hell truthfully I had made up my mind before we even started streaming, I had just been needed an angle.

I set down my beer and held up my hands as if a gun were pointed at me. "Hold on chat, hold on. Let me think." I took a deep breath and shifted in my seat playing for time as if I had some big decision to make. I let my hand drop below the desk to touch myself briefly through my shorts. I could feel my dampness through the thin fabric. I thought I was just a little damp, but it was enough that when I pulled them away, my fingers were a bit sticky and I had to wipe them on my hip. It wasn't just excitement, Katie's beers had been working their magic and I did actually have to pee.

"What's to think about, Amy?" She asked me while glancing down at my wandering hand. "Nobody's gonna know. it's just you, me, and a few friends." She gestured at the camera. "It'll be just like all those nights growing up playing truth/dare!"

Chat absolutely exploded, so many subscribes were rolling in and with such consistency that one of the mods shut off the sound effect and the gif just seemed to play on loop.

"This is Katie's stream anyway." I deflected acting like I needed to be convinced, "I wouldn't want to steal the show or anything."

Chat scrolled rapidly in front of my eyes. I tried to laugh it off, almost in disbelief at how quickly things escalated. "What, you want me to just drop my pants right here?" I squeezed my thighs together repeatedly, hoping my public speaking nerves didn't break the seal.

"Oh we wouldn't be able to do it here Amy," Katie teased while glancing down at my lap. "Like I said, twitch gets a little bitchy about things like that. You could probably go change into one off screen if you want." She gestured back behind the screen towards her closet.

We exchanged a long look and I started to get up when another suggestion came through on highlights.

>> Fragzilla_88:???!?!? GO LIVE ON OF!?!?!?

I tried to tune out the streaming replies flying through the main chat window, 3.6 thousand people were watching and performing the equivalent of a "Do it" chant while waiting for my reply. It was hard to pick out any individual message in the stream of all caps and emojis, but lag caused it to pause for a brief second; it was long enough for me to read a single message: "bet she's secretly dripping rn." It was only there for a split second before the wave of messages washed it away but it felt so intrusive. What was worse was that it was absolutely right.

My pulse was absolutely pounding between my legs. I fought the urge to grab myself for comfort. I knew that Katie would be the only one to see, and it would feel so good, and just maybe it would get my brain to stop spinning.

"Addicting right?" I heard Katie ask me, but she seemed far away.

"Yeah, it's a little overwhelming." I said to her trying to keep my voice calm. When I looked over at her it was like she and I were suddenly the only two people in the room. When I looked at the screen it was like I was on stage, but with Katie I could just tune that all out. "Do you really think you would get more subscribers if I agreed to go live with you on your OnlyFans?"

Chat smelled blood in the water. Another highlighted message came through.

>> Kinkimink090: $100 right now if you put her in one.

"Wait, you're actually considering it?" Katie looked like she had swallowed a bug. "I thought you were just fucking with chat."

I immediately second guessed myself. "I mean... Unless you think it's a bad idea?" it was hard to get the words out over the humming coming from between my legs.

"Don't you dare promise my chat something if you're not going to deliver, 'Amy.'"

I turned back to the camera and stared deeply into it. "Well, what do you think, chat?" I flipped my hair still playing coy. "I've never done anything anywhere close to this. If i agree to it are you all going to go subscribe to Katie's OnlyFans?"

Chat was scrolling so fast that I couldn't pick any particular message out, but I could tell it was largely positive. Occasionally I'd see a "please," or a "do it," or a "she's a fucking chicken" which mirrored the emotions that were ricocheting around my brain.

Finally I steeled myself and held an accusatory finger up to the camera. "Fine. But listen up. Katie absolutely assures me that if anyone here recognizes me they'd have to admit they're into this weird shit. So if I'm gonna do this you all need to hold up your end of the bargain here and keep your damn mouths shut. If you know me, I dont want to know."

I turned to Katie. She gave me a look like I had two heads. "Ok guys" she said into the mic, sounding a tinge reluctant. "You heard her. Mods, drop the link in chat. We'll give anyone who just decided to become a member like 5 minutes or so to get signed up and then we'll switch the stream over."

Katie turned back to me with starry eyes. It felt like the whole stream just melted away. I took a deep cleansing breath and tried to quiet the pulse between my legs. "Holy shit Katie, that was intense."

"No kidding." She replied looking me up and down. Something about how world narrowed in that moment. I was suddenly aware that I was holding myself through my shorts. Katie's eyes had settled on my lap. I released myself relaxing a bit and returned my hand to the desk. "You dove in pretty quick!"

It immediately made me second guess myself. "Was that too much? Should I-"

Katie cut me off with a quick wink which put me back at ease.

"I dunno, it just feels exciting I guess. You told me to 'be myself' and ever since you offered me that pull-up earlier I've been regretting turning you down."

"Really?"

"Well yeah." I replied. "I mean, I'm a little nervous doing it in front of so many people now, but I guess it's pretty easy to forget they're there." I crossed legs towards Katie and felt the slick dampness between my legs as my body moved. My heart was like all the way up in my throat. "Not gonna lie, that video you showed me earlier was pretty hot. I've been fucking horny as shit ever since."

I instinctually looked back over at her computer to see if she would pull it back up and saw that we were still streaming.

>> MikeyMark_94: What video?

"It was one of the ones on Katie's OF." I admitted to the 3500 or so people in chat, becoming acutely aware of the constant tickle of public speaking nerves I was so used to feeling between my legs "She told me about everything tonight, and showed me one of the videos she took for you guys."

"It was an older one." Katie chimed in. "One of the leak test ones."

"It was surprisingly hot." I admitted to Katie. "I've known for a while that you've been into this, but didn't think I'd enjoy seeing it so much."

"So hot you wanted to try it yourself, huh?"

"Yeah? I guess? I'd be lying if I didn't say I was nervous about it." That was true. There had been that one night at Cody's place but that felt like a weird distant memory and i knew it would ruin the allure for Katie's fans if I mentioned it. "But I donhave to go pretty bad right now, so that's definitely making it easier." I dropped both hands into my lap and bounced my knees to demonstrate for the camera. "Those beers have piled up on me tonight. Kinda feels like entrapment!" Inshot Katie an accusing stare.

"Sounds like we should go get set up then!" Katie remarked while staring at my bouncing thighs. "Ok, it looks like Amy might be about to burst so we're going to switch streams now guys -- remember, half off for the next 24 hours if you want to see Amy's first time in a diaper head on over!" Katie closed us out, hit the "stop streaming" button and then turned to me.

"Ok, we're clear Ash." She put a hand on my leg and gave me a reassuring squeeze. "You sure you're ok with this?"

"Yeah." I replied slowly releasing my grip between my legs and hoping I didn't prematurely leak. "If you can do it, I guess I can too." I tried to sound confident, but the way my knees were bouncing surely must have given me away. I inspected the frayed hem of the sleeve of Katie's old hoodie waiting for her to tell me this was a bad idea.

Instead of being the voice of reason though, Katie just sprang into action. "Ok, we don't have a whole lot of time to plan and get set up." She said while getting up and folding down the screen behind us. "First, what all are you ok with?"

"What do you mean? I figured you'd just show me doing it." I spun to face her in my chair as she worked. "Like, I figured I'll just put one on? That's what chat wanted right?" Maybe it was just my nerves but the way the pressure in my bladder was building it was starting to feel like I might not even be able to wait for the stream to start.

"Chat wants everything, Ash." She explained. "They'll take whatever you give them, so we need to figure out where your boundaries are and what were going to do before you get on stream."

"Sure. I don't mind getting all padded up." I replied.

"Ok, but like, are you cool being shown getting into it? Or are you just going to show up on livestream wearing one?"

"I kinda thought..." somehow this sentence felt more nerve wracking than teasing thousands of guys one stream. "You could do it for me?"

Katie was fiddling with speakers which was lucky because she couldn't see how bright red I was turning. "Ok, you want me to diaper you?" The way she said it was so curt and business-like, almost like she was a waitress taking my order. "I'll have to think of how I'm going to do that." She said under her breath as she broke down the mic and quickly attached it to different stand. "I'm all out of tapes. Fuck, we'll have to use a pull up. I wish I had known."

She paused her audible train of thought. "Are you going to use it?"

"What?" It was a reasonable question I guess, but I was so caught off guard by the abruptness of her question that it didn't really compute.

"You said on stream that you had to pee. Do you want to film that?"

"Uh sure, I guess! I guess I implied that I would."

Katie stopped what she was fiddling with and took me by the hands to demand my attention. "Look, wherher we film it or not, no matter what you do, they're going to want more. If you show up in a diaper, they're going to want you to pee in it, if you pee in it, they're going to want you to mess it. If you mess it..." she trailed off in thought for a quick second. "... My point is, you need to define what you're going to do now and not stray from that due to peer pressure. So are you going to pee it on camera?"

"Uh yeah sure." Is what I said, but in my mind I was still hung up on her comment about messing. Was she implying that it was something she had done?

I was cut off by a very stern Katie: "No Ash. I need you to say it. I need you to say, out loud, for the camera, that you're ok with this." She clicked a couple buttons and the red light on her camera turned back on. "It's ok if you're not, we can make an excuse or something and I'll worry about the fallout, but I need you to tell me in your own words that you're ok broadcasting."

I looked into the camera. "I'm ok with this. Katie, I fully trust you, and I'm not gonna like, go back on this or anything."

"What are you ok with, Ash? Amy. Your screen name is Amy... something. Sorry I didn't really think that out ahead ofntime. We can workshop the rest later. Be specific."

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Hey, if you can't even say it, you certainly can't film it." Her arms were crossed in her "I'm not fucking around" posture that she usually reserved for lecturing me when I was cutting class.

"Fine." I turned back to the camera. "I'm ok with you..." it was hard not to laugh, and I'm sure I turned bright red when I said it. "Diapering me."

"Is that all we're doing?"

"No." I took another deep breath to center myself. Somehow I had more butterflies in my stomach than when I was agreeing to do it in front of nearly four thousand people. "You can record me peeing in it."

"In the diaper?"

"Yes, you can record me peeing in the diaper. And whatever else we end up doing on stream." It almost felt like she was delaying on purpose. "Katie, this is silly. Can we just get to it already?"

Katie shut off the camera and got up out of her chair. I followed her over to the bed where she had me sit. "Lay there, I'm going to try to frame this up." She told me and wheeled her desk over next to us. She brought up her broadcasting software again and switched the stream output to her OnlyFans. I looked over at myself framed lying on the bed. She extended the stand of the webcam higher so it had me a little bit from above too. She adjusted the ring light on her desk, and retrieved another from her closet that she put on a tripod so that I was fully lit from all angles.

"Fuck, Ash this is so much easier with a second person to block in the shot." Katie said offhand. "Normally I'm jumping back and forth to get everything positioned right. I should have you help out more often!"

I did my best boudoir pose on the bed, arching my lower back and putting my hands over my head. It was kind of fun watching myself on the screen. "This is crazy." I whispered to myself over my pounding heart. She must have heard me though.

"Still into it?" She called from the closet.

"Absolutely." I called back. Being on the bed shifted my whole perspective. Sure, I could see myself on the screen but it felt like I was looking at someone else. I was just relaxing in Katie's room and nothing was out of the ordinary, there just happened to be a stranger on the screen arching her back looking sexy in an oversized hoodie that was riding up to show her midriff and tiny black shorts. I let my knees fall open and ran a fingernail along my lips through my shorts sending sparks backwards through my hips.

"Hey, save at least a little of that for the shoot." Katie said as she tossed an unopened pack of Goodnites onto the bed next to me. "Ok you ready?"

"Yeah." I replied, not entirely certain that I actually was.

Some part of me deep down was screaming that I should stop her before this went too far, but whatever part of me was shouting for me to let it happen was clearly louder.

"Ok, you can tell me to stop at any time." Katie walked up and hovered by the side of the bed between me and her desk. She gave my knee oke more comforting squeeze. "Look, for this one we're mostly just going to ignore chat. Just try to pretend they're not there ok? I'll do a short introduction and then it's just you and me. None of this exists."

I nodded. Any nerves or reluctance I was feeling faded when I saw the sheer joy plastered across Katie's face.

My nerves immediately returned as if I had touched a live wire when she made a few clicks on her mouse. "Hey guys!" She chirped into the camera. "Ok for those of you who weren't with us over on twitch, this is my bestie since forever, Amy!" She stood back so that I could be seen in the frame and presented me like I was a game show prize.

I gave a nervous wave and smile to the camera, then went back to fiddling with the hem of her borrowed blue sweatshirt, trying to tune out the world and concentrate on holding my bladder so that I didn't have an embarassing accident before she finished dealing with the business side of things.

Katie's voice dropped to something halfway between pouty and sultry, and got back directly in front of the camera so that her head was taking up the entire shot. "Amy has never ever worn a diaper before, so I think she might be just a little nervous."

She turned back to me and stood at the side of the bed. "Ok are you ready to get changed?" She looped a finger into my black shorts and pulled them away from my body a bit.

I nodded and choked out a timid "y.. yes." Even though my mind was screaming "No!" I raised my hips anyway.

"Whoa, so eager!" Katie teased as crawled up on the bed and positioned herself on the bed between my legs and worked her other hand into the waistline of my shorts as well.

My heart was about to leap out of my throat. It was nothing Katie hadn't seen before a hundred times, but something about the action of her pulling my shorts down felt so much more real and more intimate. She worked the tight waistband down around my butt and then in one smooth motion down to my knees. "No underwear!?" She noted as I lifted my legs in a reverse crunch so she could pull my black shorts the rest of the way off over my perfectly pink toes.

"No, it doesn't feel right in those." I said as I put my feet back down on the bed. "I feel all bunched up if I wear anything under them."

"Holy shit! Amy, you're absolutely glistening." She said while staring at my pussy.

I covered my mouth in embarrassment and felt my neck turn bright red. I looked over to the computer to see Katie staring down the spread legs of the bottomless girl on her bed. It felt detached. The blonde girl was sexy and trembling. Katie was statuesque and dominant. I saw her reach for the girl's inner thigh, and then was snapped back to reality when I felt her touch gently pushing my legs open.

Instinctually I resisted her push at first but then turned back to look at Katie who had a look of concentration on her face as she focused between my legs. I let my knees fall open in front of her, and the cold air of the room hit my inner lips as they parted. I felt my urethra spasm at the cold breeze and clamped down hard.

"Gosh, what got you so wound up tonight?" She asked me. She wasn't asking for the camera, or for chat, or for her OnlyFans. She was asking for herself which made it so much easier to answer.

"A combination of a bunch of things really." I said as our eyes finally met. I removed my hands from my mouth and placed them on my tummy just above my smooth pubic bone. I was suddenly so thankful I had made that brazilian appointment the day before.

You know, they say you should always wear fresh underwear in case you get into an accident, but maybe they should amend that to include keeping up on your waxes im case you're in a surprise porn.

I couldnt see, but it felt like I must be absolutely dripping. I think the only thing stopping me from just casually playing in my own wetness was Katie's close proximity. I started to ramble "I'm a little drunk I guess, and I have to pee, and you know how I get about people watching me." Katie nodded along, using her nails to lightly tickle high on my inner thigh - higher than I think she had ever touched me before. I gasped and bucked my hips forward in response to her touch, and then immediately felt a pang shame wash over me. This was Katie between my legs, not some random guy. I gathered myself and continued, "and you gave me that foot rub, and there was that video you showed me and it's been a long time since I've... you know."

"Masturbated?" She asked bluntly.

"Yeah. It's been a bit of a dry spell I guess."

"Sure doesn't look like a dry spell." Katie teased, and we shared a tiny giggle while she reached to her side and grabbed the pack of diapers. "Well, I certainly don't want you wetting my bed. You ready to get padded?" She sat back on her heels and held the package up on display to the camera.

I felt my breath catch in my throat and all I could do is nod. The pressure in my bladder was absolutely unreal. It wasn't like I ever had particularlu fantastic bladder control while drinking, and my arousal was making it ten times worse. It had never been a massive problem for me until I started to teach myself to squirt during sex, and now it was almost Pavlovian for me. The thought of my impending release was overwhelming.

Katie ripped open the pack and I flinched. My hand immediately snapped to my pussy just in time to prevent my flagging muscles from letting in response to the sudden motion and squirting all over her.

"Whoa whoa." She cooed at me while grabbing my wrist and moving my hand back up to join my other on my navel. "No naughty time just yet." My fingers came away absolutely drenched.

"Please hurry." I whimpered out a beg. While flexing my pelvic floor with all my might. "I don't think I can hold it very long." My leg began to shake and my nipples tightened underneath Katie's hoodie. I felt like I was on fire and that I had to move.

She just smiled back at me as she extracted a pull-up from its tight packaging and began to unfold it. I don't know if she thought I was just playing up my desperation for the camera or what, but she certainly didn't seem to be in any rush.

Honestly my need had grown so raw that I wasn't even considering the camera anymore. She was just moving so slowly. My pelvic muscles released their tense grip for a split second and my knees snapped shut to stop the stream. I apparently wasn't quick enough though, because a few drops escaped and trickle down to my butt. I was horrified. I felt like I had been betrayed by my body and a wave of shame hit me as I realized I had just had a tiny accident. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized what had happened, my face burning with shame and embarrassment. I let out a tiny gasp of mortification and my eyes darted to the screen hoping nobody had noticed. I dropped all pretenses. "Oh my god, please Katie," I begged, "I'm going to lose it, please just get the diaper on me already!"

Her eyebrows raised asking me "seriously?" I thought I picked up on a sly smile gracing her lips, but I was too far gone to focus on it. With measured, deliberate movements she worked one hand into each leg hole of the pull-up, spreading it out to accompodate my legs.

I was on the brink of disaster, my body trembling and writhing with the effort of containment. "Yeah," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. "Please," I begged her, losing any shred of dignity I still had "hurry. I don't want to pee on you." I gyrated my hips wildly, rubbing my thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure building inside me. The slickness between my legs spread all over my outer lips and inner thighs. It felt like molten fire and every little movement was spreading it further. It was messy and raw but it felt like as long as I kept moving I might be able to keep everything in.

Katie's eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement at my plight. She held the diaper out at knee height for me, spread open tonaccept my cute pink toenails. I raised my feet to stick them in the holes, but that meant I had to cease rubbing my thighs together to do so. In an instant my muscles went slack as if a string had been cut and I grabbed myself again roughly to try to stem the flow. It worked, momentarily but when my finger pressed against my clit it was like a wildfire shot backwards through me, ricocheted off of my tailbone and traveled up my spine. The cold tingles that followed crashed over me and a helpless "unnh" escaped my lip. Every nerve ending I had was on high alert. It was like the more I had to concentrate on not flooding the bed the less I could control my animalistic arousal. I could feel everything all at once: the wetness on my fingers, the weight of Katie's old sweatshirt caressing my nipples through my tank top and the the impossibly soft fabric of the pull-up as Katie slowly worked it up over my calves to my knees.

Katie paused at my moan. "Holy shit, Amy!" I heard her say in the distance. "Are you ok? Do you need me to stop?"

I covered my mouth with my free hand worried that I was going to pornographically whimper again. "I'm so sorry Katie" I choked out. "I don't know what's wrong with me, my body feels out of control." My hips were writhing and bucking against my hand, they had a mind of their own and were grinding into my hard grip as if humping myself would delay my humiliation.

"Don't apologize, Amy." She cooed at me with wide green eyes. "I just didn't expect you to be so turned on by this."

She was right. I was powerless to stop myself. I dipped my middle finger into my lips and they hungrily accepted it with zero resistance. The feeling of my fingernail against the sensitive skin of my vaginal opening was overwhelming. It was the drop of water that broke the dam. The orgasmic wave it sent over me was too much. By rote habit it caused my pelvic muscles to spasm once more.

"Katie hurry up. I think I might, I might -" I choked out as the orgasm began to cascade through my body, but underneath the pleasure that was engulfing me was the feint distant feeling of relief and a warmth hitting my hand. It was small but it was enough for the panic to overwhelm me. I lunged forward with both hands fighting against my orgasm and knocked Katie's hands out of the way, yanking the pull-up over my hips a split second before the floodgates opened the rest of the way.

Katie fell back onto her heels, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth hanging open in a silent 'O'. "Oh my gawd Ash, are you?" she whispered, glancing over at the camera with a half-laugh at accidentally saying my real name before turning back to me. "Are you already peeing?"

I was beyond reason, my body taking over as I gripped the gusset of the pull-up with both hands tightly. A flood of heat surged into the fabric, soaking it and bringing me a mix of relief and shame. A shuddering wave of pleasure crashed through me, mingling with the tickling sensation of my pee-shiver and sending me absolutely feral. My hips had a mind of their own and desperately humped at my hands. A long moan broke free of my lips that shattered into grunts that synced with my pathetic humping.

Katie's eyes were wide, her voice breathless as she asked, "Wait, are... are you cumming?" Her face was flushed with excitement, her eyes gleaming with arousal as she watched me.

I felt a wave of shame wash over me, mixed with a deep sense of relief as my body finally let go. I was mortified, my face burning with shame and embarrassment as I realized what I'd just done. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at the sensation of my pee flowing into the pull-up, and the knowledge that Katie was watching me, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of shock and excitement.

As the last waves of my orgasm subsided, a crushing sense of regret and shame came crashing down on me, threatening to suffocate me. I curled into a fetal position away from the camera, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my pleasure. I shut my eyes tight as if blocking out the world would help me to escape the horror of what I had just done so publicly. But even as my mind recoiled in disgust, my body still hummed with relief, the sensation of my pee comtinuing to flow into the pull-up a twisted reminder of the intense pleasure I had just experienced. It took a minute for my pee to slow to a trickle and ultimatelu stop, and by the end I was consumed by a growing anxiety that I might leak all over Katie's bed, recreating the very scenario I had watched her in earlier. The thought sent a shiver of dread down my spine, but even that couldn't overcome the overwhelming sense of relief that still lingered, a relief so intense that I didn't want to shut it off, even as my mind screamed at me to be horrified.

The memory of Luke sitting in his desk chair as I straddled him with a giant cum stain on the front of his grey basketball shorts flashed on my closed eyelids. He was on the verge of tears and his cheeks burned with relieved embarrassment. I couldn't face him now. I opened my eyes to get away from him to see Katie kneeling over me looking incredibly satisfied.

Her eyes gleamed with excitement, her face was flushed with arousal. It was a face inhad seen 100 times before. it looked as if she was about to give in and shove her own hand down the front of her shorts. But instead she gently moved my knee rolling me back onto no my back. I covered my face with both hands as I felt her gently touch my swollen, rapidly cooling padding.

"Holy shit, Amy, you absolutely drowned that thing," Katie exclaimed, her voice full of wonder and amusement. "I'm shocked you didn't leak all over the place!" She held out a hand to help me up. "Come here, let me get a good look at you." She held out a hand to help me up. "Come here."

I hesitated for a moment, my face burning with shame, but eventually I took her hand and clambered up to my knees next to her. I was careful not to sit on the swollen padding, afraid of squeezing it out like a sponge and making the mess all over the bed that inhad fought so hard to minimize. The thought of it was mortifying, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of horror wash over me as I spotted a wet spot on her comforter where i had been laying and realized exactly how much I had lost control.

Katie took me by the waist and turned me towards the camera, pushing my knees apart to get a better view. I knelt next to her with my hands on my hips briefly, but when I caught sight of the swollen pull-up looking enormous on the camera, sodden and dangling between my legs like a badge of shame I covered my face with both hands again. My chest was still flushed with arousal, but it my waning arousal was quickly being replaced by a flush of embarrassment and humiliation.

I felt Katie reach over and fondle the padding dangling between my legs. She gave it a little squeeze, rubbed it a little and give it a couple satisfying pats. The pressure from her hand squishing and patting my soggy padding weirdly comforting, and I might have let myself enjoy the feeling if it weren't for the untold number of people watching.

"What do you think, Amy?" I peeked out from my hands to see Katie's smiling face looking over at me. She was kneeling with her legs apart just like me, hands on her hips defiantly confident like we weren't two college girls doing something as ridiculous as wearing diapers on camera.

I took a deep breath, and slowly began to come out from behind my hands. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling a little more exposed, but also a little more vulnerable. "It was kind of nice, I guess," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You're absolutely soaked." She noted again, and then without missing a beat offered "bet you I can make mine sag more?"

I felt a surge of competitiveness breakbthrough my shroud of humiliation, and I craned my neck to look down between my legs. I was a little afraid to look at the screen in case I chickened out again, but as I glanced at Katie, I saw that she was already stripping off her jeans shorts. "No way," I challenged back, trying to sound confident, but fighting off the waning tremble in my voice. "What's the bet?"

"Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate." She said giggling. "I usually do this alone."

"I want your last unopened pack of pull ups." I blurted out.

Katie's smirk faltered for a moment, and she looked at me with a hint of surprise. Then, her entire body seemed to relax, like a balloon deflating, and her smile softened. Her eyes lost some of their sparkle, and her face took on a more serene expression. "Fine. If mine sags more when I'm done," she said, her voice low and husky, almost a whisper "I want you to stream with me again."

I felt a surge of determination course through my veins. I hated losing, and I wasn't about to back down now. "Deal," I said, holding out my hand to seal the wager. She reached across her body to shake on it.

As we sealed the deal, I held her hand for a few seconds, feeling a sense of playful camaraderie wash over me. The initial horror of being on display for so many people had started to wane, and I was surprised to find that I was actually having fun. The absurdity of the situation hit me, and I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of my best friend peeing her pants - no, her diaper - while shaking my hand. It was absurd, and I was no longer mortified. In fact, I was starting to enjoy the silly, carefree vibe that had taken over.

I craned my neck down to get a better look at Katie's rapidly swelling padding, and my curiosity got the better of me. I reached down and gave it a gentle "squish." The padding was amazingly warm to the touch, and I couldn't help but giggle at the silly sensation. It was a weirdly intimate moment, but other than the almost imperceptible movement of Katie thrusting into my hand it felt more like a goofy game than anything else.

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I padded barefoot out to the front room, my prize clutched tightly in my hand, and made my way to my duffel bag by the kitchen counter. The possibilities were endless for the pledges moving in tomorrow, and I couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when I busted out these bad boys. Nobody ever had to know what I had to go through to get them, and that was just fine by me.

I had left Katie back in her room, supposedly "finishing up" on stream, but I was pretty sure I knew exactly what that meant. I had heard the buzz of her vibrator switch on as soon as I slipped away to grab a shower, washing away the remnants of our earlier adventure.

As I reached the front room, I spotted my phone face down on the counter, where I had left it before Katie gave me the grand tour of the house. I picked it up, entered my passcode, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head at the Venmo notification from Katie. "Your half!"

But my surprise at the immensity of the Venmo deposit was nothing compared to the shock that hit me when I saw the second notification. My heart skipped a beat as I saw I had an unread text message from Luke. I had been hoping all summer that he would reach out, and now that he finally had, I was over the moon. But my joy was short-lived, as I saw the content of the message: "Amy!?"