Emily's Adventures - XXIV (diaper, exhib, fg, ws)

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.

Megan makes a new friend during her first class.

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﻿	﻿	Little Megan sat down in her first class, freshman biology.  Her diaper crinkled as she sat in the hard plastic chair.  She crossed her legs to hide as much of them as she could.  The classroom was filled with black tables that each sat two students.  Megan watched the students file into the classroom.  She watched for the attractive girls, and took note when they entered.  Typical teenage girls, they ranged in development from the early bloomers to those that had yet to hit puberty.  Megan was by far the youngest in the class (4 to 5 years younger than most of the girls entering).  Megan was unusually smart for her age and had skipped several grades throughout the years.  She had often felt like the outsider, but this year she found she had new confidence since she had met and fallen in love with Anna.  She didn't care about the weird looks anymore, or about the whispering – she had friends – lovers, and could handle anything.
	This confidence of hers didn't stop her from blushing when a particularly beautiful 13 year old girl sat down in the chair next to her.  "Hi, I'm Stephanie, but most people just call me Steph.  Is it okay if I sit here?"
	"Yes, of course."  Megan replied nervously.  Steph was a beautiful red head with a spattering of freckles.  Her hair was in a bob cut and just covered her ears.  She was tall and thin – Megan had admired her long thin legs that stretched down from beneath her short denim shorts.  Her chest had not yet developed, but Megan still appreciated her thin figure beneath her tight t-shirt.  "I'm Megan.  It's nice to meet you."  Megan couldn't help but notice that Steph smiled awkwardly and blushed a little.
	"So, which school did you come from?"  Steph asked nervously.
	"Moore," Megan replied, "and you?"
	"Smiley.  The first day is so exciting, don't you think?"  Megan nodded agreement.  She noticed that Steph was indeed excited about the first day of school.  She had a new backpack which was stocked with new pens and pencils, new pads of paper, folders, everything you would expect to need as a freshman. Her excitement was so innocent and cute.  Megan liked her.  
	The girls continued to chat until class began, and even whispered back and forth to each other throughout the class.  They had the same sense of humor and a few times got glares from the teacher for giggling.  The teacher was going to show an introductory short film and was having a difficult time getting the tv to work.  While he pressed buttons, seemingly at random, the girls continued to chat.  
	"I love your outfit!" Steph said with enthusiasm.
	"Thanks."  Megan blushed.
	"It's very sexy.  My mom wouldn't let me where anything let that." Steph said in dismay.  "Your parents must be pretty cool."
	"I dunno," Megan confided. "I didn't ask them.  I spent the night at a friend's house last night and so they didn't see what I was wearing."
	"Wow!  What about your friend's parents?"
	"They're pretty easy going."
	"I wouldn't mind having parents like that!"
	"You should come with me next time . ."  Megan blurted out.  Halfway through the sentence she realized her mistake.  She didn't want to sound too eager – she didn't want Steph to think she was desperate for friends.  She also didn't know how Steph would feel about what she and her friends did for 'fun'.  But it was too late, she had already put the offer out there.
	"I'd love to!"  Steph said without hesitation.  "Sorry, its just that my best friend just moved away and most of the other girls I know went to different schools – we just moved into this district."
	"It's okay," Megan said reassuringly, "I didn't have any friends until recently.  Most girls don't want to hang out with me because I'm so young, and my family moves around a lot – we just got here at the beginning of the summer."	
	"How old are you?"
	"I'll be ten soon."
	"Wow.  How'd you get to be in highschool?"
	"I've skipped a few grades – my parents say I shouldn't waste my time with things below my level."
	"You must be smart.  I don't care if you're young.  You seem pretty mature to me."
	"Thanks."  Just then the teacher flipped out the lights.  He had finally gotten the video to work.  The class quieted down and stared at the TV, the only illumination in the windowless room was the soft blue glow coming from the screen.  Megan leaned forward and put her arms on the desk, resting her head on her folded forearms.  As she did this, her disposable diaper crinkled loudly.  She froze.  In the quiet room she knew people would have heard it.  She just hoped that they couldn't identify it or know that it came from her.  She waited and didn't hear any whispering or giggling.  She sighed loudly in relief – thankful to have gone undetected, even in her relatively short skirt.  Relieved, she leaned back in her chair, causing the diaper to crinkle once again.  She put her hand over her mouth to stifle the shriek as she did so – she couldn't believe she hadn't been more careful, especially after a close call.  Again she waited, and again no one said anything.  She relaxed a little, thinking she had gotten away with it.
	Not too long after that she felt a slight pressure low on her hip.  She looked down and saw that a slender finger was pressing into the bulge of her skirt that squished out between her butt and the chair.  Steph withdrew her finger and looked at Megan with an expression of shock.  Megan's stomach sank.  Steph mouthed the words: "Is that a diaper?"  Megan thought about saying no, but knew that the jig was up, there was no explaining away the padding between her skirt and her skin.  She noded her head and lowerd her gaze, not wanting to see Steph's reaction.  She didn't want to lose her new friend.  Megan sat there, dejected, with her hands in her lap, waiting for the inevitably noise of disgust from Steph.  
	Instead she found Steph's left hand in her lap, holding her right hand gently, giving it a supportive squeeze.  "It's okay," Steph whispered into Megan's ear.  "I don't mind."  Megan again blushed.  She was overjoyed to have made a new friend, to have met someone so understanding and nice as Steph.  But Megan thought about her words – 'I don't mind'.  Were they true?  Would she not mind that Megan preferred girls to boys?  Would she not mind that Megan wore the diapers by choice and not out of necessity?  Would she not mind that the diapers were just the tip of the iceberg?  That Megan had already thought about what Steph's piss might taste like – that she had already imagined Steph's pink asshole stretching to allow a thick turd to pass?  That she so wanted to stick her tongue as far as it would go into that tight pink orifice?
	She could only hope – but Megan was not an optimist.  They watched the rest of the presentation in silence.  Megan was so relieved that Steph hadn't immediately stopped talking to her that she felt her bladder muscles start to loosen.  She mentally shrugged and let go, flooding her diaper with hot piss.  She was still holding Steph's hand in her lap.  She noticed, as her stream slowed to a trickle, that she could feel the warmth of her urine through the diaper and through the thin fabric of her  skirt on the back of her hand.  Steph could surely feel the same.  But if Steph noticed she certainly didn't make any attempt to move her hand.  As Megan felt the last few dripps of piss slide down between her buttocks, she smiled and squeezed Steph's hand again.  She daydreamed about Steph slipping her hand into her wet diaper and massaging her clit.  The warm sensation between her legs, the wet diaper, the sense of closeness to a new girl, the thrill of wearing a diaper in public was almost too much – Megan was incredibly horny and needed to get off.  She reached over and put her free hand on Steph's thigh – which was bare thanks to the short denim shorts she was wearing.  The skin of her thigh was warm and incredibly soft.  Megan let loose a small moan as she stretched her fingers down so that they touched the inside of Steph's thigh.  Steph reacted warmly and closed her legs tightly around Megan's hand.  Steph put her own free hand on top of Megan's so that Megan didn't feel like she wanted her to move it.  Megan slowly worked her way up Steph's thin thigh until her fingers came just to the edge of the tight denim.  
	Licking her lips, Megan almost couldn't help herself.  She wiggled her pinky finger between her new friend's thighs until it popped between the tight fabric of her short and her inner thigh. She waited for a second, but Steph didn't move.  She wiggled her fingers a little more until most of her pinky and some of her ring finger were now tucked between the fabric and the skin.  She waited again and the only movement Steph made was to spread her legs a little, as if to give Megan easier access.  Megan wriggled her fingers and tentatively pushed her hand further, until she felt the tip of her pinky finger touch skin.  The skin was warm and supple.  There were evidently no panties between her finger and her goal.   Steph again spread her legs a little, moving her inside leg closer to Megan.  Neither girl was taking their eyes off of the screen at the front of the classroom.  Megan moved her hand still further and strained her fingers inside Steph's shorts, desperately reaching for Steph's erotic treasures.  Her little finger pulled the soft mound of flesh to the side and her ring finger just came in contact with something warm and wet when they were startled suddenly by the bell ringing.  Class was over.  The lights flickered on and both girls straightened up.  Neither said anything about what had just happened, but they made plans to meet up after school.

To be continued .  . . 

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