Shayla

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 2

I walked through the back door of my house and into the kitchen where Sandy and my mom were sitting at the table talking and drinking coffee. I patted Shayla’s little bottom and told Sandy, “All done. She’s all dry and pretty. There was nothing to it!”

“Thank you, David. It’s refreshing to see a man who isn’t afraid to change a dirty diaper. You’ll make a great father some day.”

“Thank you, Miss Sandy.”

“Please, call me Sandy. You’re almost a man now and we can be less formal. After all, you just changed my daughter’s diaper.”

“Okay, Miss — I mean, Sandy.”

Blushing, I took Shayla into the living room to play. Over the next month, Shayla and I would play in my living room while Sandy and my mom talked. I would kiss her, lick her lips and even stuck my tongue in her mouth a few times. When I did, she’d suck on my tongue then giggle. I still used our tickling games to kiss and suck her tiny baby nipples and she would just crane her head down and watch me silently with a smile. I loved to suck her tiny feet and toes and she would giggle and always present her feet for my attention. I’d open her diaper and give her a few licks on the top of her mons and tickle her little clitty. She loved it and would push her pelvis up to meet my mouth while she watched me feast on her fat, delicious treasure in silence.

After the first week of this, we developed a routine and she knew the progressive steps of the game. First came the hugs, kisses and cuddles then the tickles followed by sucking her nonexistent titties and her belly button. She would then smile and thrust her baby pussy at me with a smile when I unfastened her diaper, wanting to be licked. Unfortunately, we never got to be alone for a repeat of that day at Sandy’s house.

At night, I kept thinking of her fingers in her mouth sucking my cum off of them and would blow huge loads into my towel. I dreamt of watching her drink my cum again. Then one day at school, an idea struck me. When I first got home from school, I went to the bathroom and blow a huge load into one of those small bathroom Dixie cups. I deftly carried it to the living room and hid it next to the sofa. Moments later, little Shayla came bounding in, wanting to play our tickle games carrying her sippy cup.

I picked her up as I sat on the edge of the sofa and cuddled her. She looked up at me and I kissed her tiny lips and all over her face. Like all babies, Shayla just loved to be cuddled, hugged and kissed. She’d kiss me back and hugged me tight as I held her to me and squeezed her diapered butt. I would softly caress her back, arms and legs and then fondle her tiny feet.

I sat her on my lap and asked her, “Shayla, do you like our secret tickle games?”

“Uh huh,” she said with a nod.

“Well,” I began, “We’re going to do something new today, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You know I love you with all my heart, don’t you?”

“Uh huh, I wuv you too, Dabid.”

“Well, from now on, before we can play any tickle games. You need to do two things. First, if you really love me, you’ll drink all of my love juice. Can you do that?”

“Uh huh,” she replied again with a nod.

“Then, you always have to bring your sippy cup and have a drink of water afterwards. Can you remember that? Drink my love juice and a drink of water. Can you remember that?”

“Dwink wuv juice and wadder.”

“Good girl! Are you ready to drink my love juice?”

“Uh huh.”

I reached down alongside the sofa and retrieved the Dixie cup. It was about half filled and I showed it to her saying, “This is my love juice. Can you drink it all?”

“Uh huh.”

I brought it to her lips and she placed her hand on mine as I tipped the cup. I tipped it slowly and watched as she swallowed and after a couple of gulps, she’d finished the entire contents. I scrunched up the cup and put it in my pocket as I asked her, “Do you like my love juice, Shayla?”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh, Shayla, you’re my very special angel! I love you so much!”

“I wuv you, Dabid.”

I gave her a few sips of water and reminded her, “Remember, Sweetheart, this is part of our secret game and you can never tell anyone, okay?”

“Okay. Neber tell.”

“That’s right, Darling. I give you my love juice because I love you with all my heart. People wouldn’t understand how much I love you and I would never, ever be able to see you again if anyone found out, even your mommy. Do you understand?”

Shayla started to tear up and I cuddled her and said, “Don’t cry, Princess. If you never tell anyone, we will always be together. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh. Neber tell.”

“Good girl.”

And so it was. Every time Shayla and I were together, she d eagerly drink my cum before we played our secret game. Human nature being what it is, once she’d become accustomed to drinking a load of cum, sometimes every day from a Dixie cup, it wasn’t enough for me. Soon, before she and Sandy left for home, I’d fill her sippy cup with some milk and shoot another load into it so that she could drink it at home. I’d change Shayla’s diaper many times, but with Sandy and my mother in the other room, all I could do was lick her delicious fat baby pussy and tiny little asshole a minute or two before buttoning her up. I know she liked it and gained pleasure from it because she would always push her tasty little morsels up to my mouth so she could experience my tongue on her vulva and anus. I wracked my brain trying to figure out how to have more alone time with Shayla so that I could do more with her.

In hindsight, this painfully slow escalation of our games worked in my favor. In the impetuousness of my youth and lust, if I had rushed things, Shayla wouldn’t have been so compliant. It became evident very early that she not only enjoyed our games, but that she’d do anything for my approval and affection.

During this time, things began to change. Sandy changed and so did Shayla. Sandy started to become more interested in me and would ask me to sit in on conversations with her and my mom. She’d ask me about school, what I had planned for the future and things in general that showed her interest in me. Shayla changed also. She became very affectionate, possessive and clingy with me, almost as if I were her father. When I’d sit and talk, she would straddle my lap with her arms wrapped around me and just melt into me as I talked. I would stroke her back, her tiny, diapered butt and her legs. Sometimes I’d just fondle her feet as we talked.

Sandy began to notice the attachment and closeness that Shayla and I shared and one day out of the blue brought up a suggestion that would take Shayla’s and my relationship to the next level. It was June and I only had another week of school when Sandy, watching me stroke Shayla’s legs and fondle her feet, observed, “Shayla seems to be very attached to you, David. I think she loves you very much.”

“And I love her too. She’s my little princess.”

She turned to my mother and said, “Jean, I know we’re very close friends and I don’t want to appear to take advantage of that, but I need your help. Well, David’s actually. And I’d like to ask both of you if David would be willing to babysit Shayla for me. It’s obvious that Shayla loves David and he just said he loves her too.”

I think Mom was looking for any reason to get rid of me and replied, “That’s a great idea!”

Turning to me, Mom said, “You’ll be out of school in a week and you need to find a job to occupy yourself while your father and I are at work and earn some of your own money. It’s not like you play sports, or have an active social life. This will be a perfect opportunity for you to learn some adult responsibility. What do you think?”

While she was speaking I thought, An opportunity is right! An opportunity to finally get a lot of alone time with my little lover! I better not appear too anxious or I could blow it. I replied, “I love spending time with Shayla and we always have lots of fun. I love her to death, but it scares me a little. I mean, playing with her for an hour or so is one thing, but to be responsible for her for a long period of time is a little frightening. I mean, she’ll have to be fed, clothed, bathed and attended to.”

Turning to Sandy, I asked, “Didn’t you say that you were going to start potty training her? I don’t know the first thing about doing any of this stuff.”

Sandy just shook her head and replied, “David, listen to me. The most important thing about taking care of a baby is that she feels loved and safe. If she feels that way about you, she’ll listen to you and will be more open to obey you because she’s doing it for your approval. She eats simple meals and giving her a bath isn’t any more challenging than changing her diaper; you seem to handle that chore very well.

“To potty train her, all you have to do is set her on the potty once or twice an hour and see if she’ll go. Don’t make a big deal out of it if she doesn’t go, but give her lots of praise when she does. On the nights where I work swing shift or graveyard, you can spend the night at my house. That way, she’s in familiar surroundings.”

Looking at both Mom and me she said, “I’m only asking this because I need to buy a new car and with the payments and increased insurance costs, paying David will be a lot cheaper than daycare or a sitter Shayla doesn’t know. Another thing is logistics. If David cared for her, he could do it at my house and it would save me a lot of time from having to ferry her back and forth to a sitter or daycare. I’ll be honest. The going rate for a sitter willing to work strange hours or daycare would cost me a minimum of sixty dollars a day: plus extra if I have to work over or get delayed. I’d be willing to pay you, David, forty dollars a day — that’s two hundred dollars a week, tax-free. Well, what do you think?”

“Okay, I’ll do it. Will you show me what do?”

“Of course. When you get out of school, one night when I’m home, you can come over and I’ll walk you through what you need to do. Don’t worry, you’ll do just fine. You love Shayla and she loves you: that’s ninety percent of the battle already won.”

Inside I was jumping for joy and tried my best to still look a little apprehensive and said, “Okay, if you think I can do it, I will.”

Sandy rose to leave and thanked my mother and especially me for being so agreeable and helping her out. She also noted that Shayla would absolutely love spending more time with her “boyfriend” to which we all laughed.

Sandy had no idea how much Shayla’s “boyfriend” was looking forward to spending more quality time with his little “girlfriend” and her sweet, fat, delicious little pussy!