Done Adulting Vol. 1 Ch. 103

Finding them asleep entangled in each other’s limbs let April shaken. She knew littles sometimes got excited during a diaper change, but given the state being regressed sent littles back to, she had never thought of them as having sexual desire. It just hadn’t occurred to her that Jamie and Ella, being unregressed, might be exceptions. She hadn’t thought to even think about it.

She gently closed the door, unsure what to do. Her instinct was to go to Diane and let Diane deal with it, but Diane had a business to preserve. Whatever decision she made would be, at least in part, determined by what Diane thought was best for herself. That wouldn’t be fair to Ella or Jamie.

She could talk to Carrie, but she didn’t know how Carrie would react. She might go straight to Diane. But there was no one else to talk to, and April wasn’t sure what to do or even if she needed to do anything.

“Hey, Carrie, can I grab you for a sec,” April said, trying to seem like everything was normal and not completely upside down. She sort of succeeded in that no one saw her take Carrie’s arm and pull her toward the corner of the gym which hardly got any use except when it was too cold or wet to play outside.

“What’s the matter?” Carrie was older than April, more experienced. She didn’t shock easily, and she didn’t show her feelings as freely as others.

“Jamie and Ella had sex in the quiet room,” April whisper-shouted. Carrie’s face twisted in confusion. “They’re in there right now asleep and naked.”

Carrie shrugged skeptically. “Sometimes littles take off their clothes.”

“It smells like sex in there!”

Carrie shook her head. She didn’t know what to do, either. She certainly didn’t want to see Ella have to go to another daycare, and she didn’t want Jamie to have to either. She didn’t know him well, but she was sure he was good for Ella to have as a friend. Who knew what Stacy or Jamie’s big might think about this? Neither she nor April had an opinion yet, not feeling either way about the rightness or wrongness or risk of two unregressed littles having sex.

“Well,” Carried shrugged, “Maybe that’s not our problem.”

“How is this not our problem?”

“What if we just … pretend it didn’t happen.”

“But …”

“Ella can’t get pregnant. There’s no way she can have an STI, and if he did it would be on his medical form. They’re both adults, human but still. There’s no reason they can’t consent with each other … I don’t think.”

“But what if he … What if one of them pressured the other?”

“If either of them did, it was Ella. No way Jamie-I-sob-when-other-people-get-in-trouble would do that, or even could. And I’m sure Ella didn’t. That’s not her.”

“But how can we not tell? If someone finds out, we’ll lose our jobs.”

“I’m not sure we keep our jobs if we do tell. Happened on our watch, right? If someone has to take the rap, no one’s going to hold two littles accountable for it. And they didn’t do anything wrong. It’s only wrong if they’re regressed, and they’re not, so the only reason for anyone to take issue with it is if they don’t think two unregressed littles have a right to do what they want with their bodies. I don’t believe that, so long as they’re being safe and not hurting anyone.” She paused. “I don’t think sex gets safer than this.”

“If Stacy specifically said this wasn’t allowed, would you feel the same way?”

“She didn’t, though. And if no one ever finds out, Stacy will never say otherwise. Jamie’s mom neither.”

April only shook her head, still looking distressed but over her initial shock, the scope of her worrying now encompassing herself. On the other hand, if April had learned nothing else from being responsible for Jamie, it was that he was capable of making most of his own decisions, and Carrie was right – there seemed to be few potential negative consequences to what the two littles had done.

“So what do we do,” April asked.

“They’re getting picked up in a half-hour, so we need to get them dressed and have a little chat.”

“We tell them we know?”

“Subtly.”

Jamie and Ella were looking into each other’s eyes. He was playing with her hair, and she had her hand on his thigh, which was crossed over hers.

“We’re laying in a puddle,” he said in a relaxed, calm, amused voice.

“Ya know, there’s no way I’d have slept with a bedwetter back in the world,” she teased, though she knew more than likely she was responsible for it.

“We have to get this cleaned up before …”

Carrie and April walked in, all smiles. “Wakey-wakey,” Carrie said. “Did you guys enjoy your nap?”

Jamie wished very much he had a blanket. They separated themselves, not knowing what was about to happen but assuming something not good. Between their mutual desire and the milk, neither had considered the consequences of being discovered as they were. They didn’t know if the bigs knew what they’d done, and they weren’t about to volunteer the information.

“Goodness,” April said, “Two nakee littles.” Who smell like sex, she thought, wishing she didn’t have to close the door behind her.

“Ya know what these two need,” Carrie asked April. “A rub down with some wipes.” Jamie and Ella exchanged glances. The two amazon’s odd demeanors and tones them they’d been caught; both bigs were calm but obviously unnerved.

“That’s a very good, necessary idea.” April spread a towel on the floor. “Why don’t the two of you stand there,” with your hands to yourselves, she thought, “And we’ll get you guys smelling and feeling all fresh and clean.”

“Yes,” Carrie said deliberately, “you wouldn’t want to look or smell anything other than clean and normal the next time someone changes your diapers.” They started at the top with the wipes and worked their way downward, from face to toes. “It’s also really important,” Carrie added, “that you both drink a lot of water this afternoon, but especially Ella.”

Ella went up on the changing table first, and Jamie, still speechless, looked away while Carrie cleaned her more thoroughly than if she’d had a diaper blowout. Carrie was leaving nothing in her power to chance to make sure Stacy wouldn’t sense anything later. If telling Ella to stop glowing would have helped, she’d have told her.

She applied a good deal of powder, too much, and got Ella into a clean diaper. She helped Ella dress while Jamie got the same treatment from April. April couldn’t help but feel different as she was cleaning Jamie off. It was like his penis was a penis and not a peepee anymore. It was a little disconcerting. Jamie dressed himself.

While April wiped down the nap mat, making a mental note to do it again later, Carrie sat down in the rocking chair and guided Jamie and Ella in front of her. Neither had yet to say a word.

“We think it’s great you two are such close friends that you like ‘taking naps’ together,” Carrie said while holding each of their hands and verbally underlining the important phrases. “It’s okay with us if you ‘take naps’ together in the quiet room again.” April shook her head at the unreality of the monologue and entire situation. “We just think it’s really important for these ‘naps’ to stay secret because other people might misinterpret your ‘naps’, and then we might all get in trouble.” April rolled her eyes. “And if you ever decide to take a ‘nap’ together again, you should somehow let one of us know so no one accidentally comes into the quiet room. And if you decide to take a ‘nap’ together, you need to be sure you or one of us cleans you both up so no one somehow finds out you’ve been ‘napping’ together. You can even use the bath tub if you ask one of us,” she paused and realized she needed to clarify, “for bathing. And bathing only. Okay?”

Jamie and Ella said, “Okay,” simultaneously. April had the mat and the towel under her arm and still couldn’t fully grasp it.

“And no making out where others can see you,” April added.

“Any questions,” Carrie added. “About anything?” How much do littles know about this stuff anyway, she wondered.

“No,” Ella said, “I think we got the message. And have everything under control.”

“Okay. It’s almost pick-up time.” April and Carrie left. Ella and Jamie laughed once the door closed.

“You okay,” Jamie asked.

“Yeah, definitely. I had a good time with you.”

“Me too.”

“Guess we should go back out there.”

“Yeah.” He kissed her first.

Amanda arrived not long after. Jamie walked up to her and put his arms in the air. She was pleasantly surprised as he hadn’t been his usually affectionate self since yesterday. She scooped him up, and he put his arms around her neck, squeezed her tight, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Amanda hugged him back tighter. “So you had a good day then,” she asked as she carried him to the car.

“Yeah. Ella and I had a talk.”

“Good. I’m glad she was able to get through to you.”

“I want to say sorry to Mom, too.”

“She’d like that.”

“Maybe get her a card?”

“I think she’d like it even more if you made it for her.”

“Okay.”

Today wasn’t the day, Jamie knew, but he’d need to talk about Cheryl soon, tell the whole story. Based on what Ella had said about the time difference, it was past Christmas there, which meant it would be Christmas in Itali soon. He needed to know when that was so he could prepare.