It was the strangest ten minutes of my life. It barely involved me. And I can't orgasm unless I think about it.
Three college roommates: myself, Caitlin, and Jenna. We went to a big school, a party school, with a good football team. We were getting ready for a Halloween party when Caitlin came out of her room dressed in a pajama onesie. It was powder blue, dotted with pink bunnies and puffy white clouds. She had drawn some freckles on her cheeks and placed a pacifier in her mouth.
"It works, right?" she asked us as we sat on the living room futon, "Everybody will know I'm a baby, right? This was super cheap."
We nodded. It was a perfectly acceptable costume. I, being a photography major, was taking my professional camera and a "newsperson" hat, making me a "reporter." Jenna was a cat...or something. That isn't important.
Here's the jist of it: Caitlin and I were incredibly close. I had known her since we were twelve. When I came out as a lesbian, she knew before my own parents. When she decided to marry her husband, Brian, I was the first persons he told. Everyone in town thought she was nuts to get married so young, and especially before heading off to school, but I supported her unconditionally. Given the secrets we shared, I considered her to be a sister.
Since it was college, and we were still a half-hour drive from my hometown, I still played along with "the narrative." I was the cool lesbian friend that still went home for the holidays, didn't dye her hair pink, acted as a doting bridesmaid in weddings, and did other "normie" things. Caitlin and Jenna kept me around to show how profoundly open minded they were. They "fought" for LGBT rights even more than I did. At this point, I was beginning to feel like a token. I really wanted to move to the coast, go full dyke, and really lay into the lifestyle, but I had neither the money or the ability. I was stuck in the same pathway laid out by my suburban childhood for at least a few years longer.
Nevertheless, I cared a lot about Caitlin, mainly because she needed me.
Her husband, Brian, was nice. And that's it. Caitlin was terrified of change, terrified of trying new things, and terrified of instability. I hardly ever saw her enjoy a thing in her life. Everything she did was on rails, and college was a tiny diversion on the way to her white-picket-fence future. I think, to some degree, Caitlin treated Brian harshly. I know she always forced him to wear condoms since she didn't want to be burdened with daily birth control. He cooked and cleaned more than she did as well. I never understood their arrangement. Their life together seemed so restrictive.
I think that's why she loved and trusted me so much. I loved to talk about naughty sexual topics with her. I liked showing her some of my erotically edgy photo essays. Sometimes we even watched porn together while we smoked weed. If you knew her, you'd know that she never, ever acted this way with anyone else. I had a connection with her that nobody else shared.
She was my platonic friend, but she was beyond gorgeous. Like, drop-dead gorgeous. You can imagine any face you please and it won't be as sexually adorable as hers. And her tits...not to downplay her hourglass hips or long legs, but her tits...wow. I wish I could swim in them.
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We walked to the party and fifty plus people were jammed into two apartments. We ran into an incredibly handsome guy dressed in nothing but a diaper and bonnet, aka another take on the "baby" costume. He must have been six foot four with a body tight as a snare drum. His pecs were like iron fucking horseshoes. Jenna and Caitlin mobbed him, talking and laughing, for something like five minutes. We think his name was "Mike."
"Oh my gosh, let me take a picture!" I yelled over the music. Caitlin put her arm around him and he draped his huge arm around her. Everybody smiled. Two babies, get it? Haha. I took the pic.
"Isn't it crazy that their both dressed up as babies?" somebody yelled.
"They both look fuckin hot..." came from somewhere.
The whole night, Caitlin kept looking over at him. He was so tall she could easily see him anywhere he went. I never saw her gloat over someone before.
Three hours and six beers later, Caitlin came to me. She pulled me into the living room of the more empty apartment. "Mike" was on the couch along with maybe five or six other people, some girls, some boys. I don't remember.
"Everybody went to the other apartment to play beer pong," she opined. We were standing in the middle of the living room when a random conversation started. It was about sports or something.
Out of the diatribe, some guy shouted: "It's weird that two people that are this hot both dressed up as babies."
There was discussion about why it was "weird." Someone exclaimed "I'd watch that porn!" and everyone laughed. Caitlin laughed really hard, too, because she was a bit drunk. For some reason there was a dining room chair in the middle of the room, the type with no armrests. "Mike" jumped to it and sat down. He motioned for Caitlin to come over to him.
She did, and she sort of posed provocatively over him. The idea, I'm guessing, was an enactment of what a "baby themed porn" would look like. It was just to have fun. Everybody laughed.
To this day, I don't think "Mike" had perverted intentions. At least, not at this point. I think he was just a nice guy having a little fun. I grabbed my camera and took a picture, pretending to be "aggressively" shooting my subjects, like it was a porn shoot. I turned the "video" feature on the camera and began recording a video while I took snapshots. The lighting in the room was surprisingly warm. The group ate it up and everyone around the two of them hooted and hollered.
Caitlin took it up a big, big notch. With her pacifier in her mouth, she unzipped the onesie slowly until she was showing cleavage, playing to the crowd. I think she only meant to show her neckline, but one of her tits popped out. The laughs and clapping were ear splitting. I'd seen her "girls" before, obviously, but I still felt the blood rush from my head. Her pert tit looked so youthful, and I wanted to fit as much of it in my mouth as I could.
To screams of joy and laughter from the crowd, Mike took her nipple between his lips and sucked. I took a picture. The "theme" was getting rowdy, but still within the realm of a party and a risque joke. Nobody noticed her wedding ring.
Mike pulled out her other tit, smashed them together, and sucked on them both. Caitlin began to laugh and saliva trailed out of her mouth as the pacifier fell away. I took some snapshots. When she stopped laughing, her eyes looked almost droopy. She was lost somewhere. When he pulled away, her tits glistened.
The crowd around them kept clapping and laughing and a few more people made their way into the apartment to see what the noise was about. Caitlin looked around and was disoriented. Mike unzipped her onesie the rest of the way down and started to finger her pussy. I took another picture. I don't know how she could have been more horny because she nearly cried the second his fingers made contact.
The crowd took more of a hushed tone. The "baby" humor had left the room and now things were "weird." He pulled his diaper back a bit and his cock became free. The pacifier had fell down onto his diaper during their "show" and it fell down around the base of his erect cock. He picked it up, tracing it a bit over his erection, and put it back in her mouth. He firmly placed his hands on her hips.
He just slipped right in. It had escalated so quickly. No protection.
I wish I could tell you that they mounted one another and had the most earth shattering sex in the world, but the reality was different. He sank as far into her as he could before bottoming out, and the pacifier fell again when she cooed. Maybe half his cock was inside her, maybe. He was big, and girthy. Two quick little thrusts later and he popped it all the way in. The room fell dead silent and he thrust into her at a steady pace while she grunted in tandem with his strokes. He gave her tits a squeeze and she leaned to kiss him, but he relented. I was still taking pictures, furiously, in a daze.
Then, he drove all the way inside and came in her. My shutter sounded like a machine gun. In less than a minute it was all over.
