Night Rain

How about a story about Amber and the Japanese girl from her class?

Here's part 5 It was another morning in Kalos, and while it was just as beautiful as the mornings before it had been, Ayumi was much more confused today than she had been when she’d arrived. It had been simple enough at first. Lillie and Mizuki, the new friends she’d met while exploring on her own, had been kind to her -- if a little embarrassing. She had been walking around in search of a bathroom to take care of her urgent need, and had wound up bumping into the girls. While Ayumi found them charming and fashionable, she had felt strangely overwhelmed by their outright honesty. For one thing, they were very open about how much they liked one another. Ayumi, who had only just begun to wonder what touching other girls felt like, had been shocked by how much Lillie and Mizuki liked to touch each other, their slender hands running over one anothers’ bodies like they had been doing it for a very long time. Ayumi was much too shy to do anything like that, though she felt oddly warm and tingly as she had seen it happen. They pressed their mouths together and touched places that had always seemed a little private to Ayumi herself. Another thing, one that made Ayumi’s cheeks flare up with pink, was that the two girls thought of their diapers as something special and lovely. Lillie in particular had been wearing nothing but a diaper on her legs instead of a skirt or shorts, and Ayumi still remembered the curiosity and shock she’d felt after seeing it in the open. Both of them had assured her that Lillie was very proud of her accessory, and that Mizuki loved seeing it on her, and Ayumi was too polite to speak up about her own embarrassment. After awhile, she had simply decided to stay quiet about it, not wanting to rock the boat with her two new companions. Of course, this had only worked out in Ayumi’s favor. Mizuki and Lillie had been very happy to take Ayumi along with them, which Ayumi had been grateful and happy for. Together, they found pokemon centers to rest at, routes to walk, and many delicious drinks to try over the two days they traveled together. Ayumi had enjoyed all of it, although the activities between the two -- now three -- young women had only continued after their first meeting. Ayumi seemed like the one now getting the most attention, in fact, as Mizuki and Lillie seemed to love keeping their hands on her. As they walked, each of them would run their fingers up her thighs or linger around her hips as though they’d put their hands in her diaper, although they never tried to do so in front of other people. It was only in the presence of a stray pokemon or two, if that, that they tried to touch her in those ways, and Ayumi had tried to go along with it out of confusion and good manners. Putting her on display, however, was sort of another story. Ayumi had needed changing relatively often during their travels, probably due to all of the drinks her new friends pushed on her. This in and of itself was never bad, with Ayumi laying down to the delight of her friends and their soft, stroking fingers taking care of her wet diapers with wipes and plenty of baby powder. However, they would never seem to find the shorts Ayumi kept in case of clothing changes. Both of them had seemed chipper about it, citing their lack of ability in finding things or maybe that the shorts had gotten lost in the depths of Ayumi’s bag, and instead they’d rummage in their own packs to find clothes that would fit Ayumi. She borrowed them with gratitude, especially since they were very cute clothes that managed to match whatever she chose to wear on top, but she had noticed a very perplexing thing about them: they were always skirts. These skirts, though adorable and on trend, would always hit just below the padded surface of Ayumi’s new diapers, and a stiff breeze would tend to lift them up without warning. Not one to turn down help from a friend, Ayumi was nonetheless confused when they walked down the street and she’d feel fingers gripping the hem from the side. Mizuki liked to do this the most, and completely nonchalantly, flipping the skirt’s thin material up so that the puffy material of the diaper could be seen to anyone walking by. She would make a few encouraging comments about how gorgeous it looked on Ayumi, and Lillie would agree, and they would move right on. Lillie, however, liked to touch Ayumi physically, and whenever they were in public she would make no secret of gently grabbing Ayumi’s breasts. Sometimes she would let her grip linger, groping and fondling, before letting go. Ayumi had a smaller chest, and much of the time, people didn’t even notice. However, her cheeks still turned pink as Lillie whispered things to her about how soft and nice they felt in her hands. Mizuki would chime in, saying more kind things to her about her chest, and how she would be welcome to touch them the same way whenever she wanted. They were all friends, after all, and all of them were cute girls that knew their friends were cute as well. What Ayumi didn’t know was that this kind of behavior was very familiar -- she’d been in a similar situation with Dawn, and she was slowly starting to move away from mortification and towards acceptance. This was, of course, Lille and Mizuki’s goal. Ayumi was a cute girl who wore diapers in Kalos, and she needed to be taught that touching other young women was fun and enjoyable. If this wasn’t taught, they at least wanted to make sure that any hidden feelings she had about touching other young women were properly awakened, and when Ayumi was away or sleeping the two girls would whisper to one another about what they wanted to do next. What Ayumi did know was that she was incredibly confused. She didn’t hate the feelings of being held and cared for, complimented by two cute friends. But she wasn’t stupid or unobservant, and she had begun to recognize a pattern with the people she had come across. Even as she felt herself growing slowly more used to the feeling of hands on her legs or on her chest, she realized that most if not all of her new friends enjoyed touching her in strange places. Kissing her, fondling her, making attempts to strip her. She had also noticed that most people very much enjoyed seeing her in her most vulnerable state, which was, of course, with her diaper on display. The new friends she’d made liked seeing the puffy white material around her hips and legs, and especially touching it, smiling as she wriggled with embarrassment. Ayumi, being a young women who gave every kind stranger the benefit of the doubt, didn’t want to think about the implications of those actions, choosing instead to focus her way forward. Besides, she had left Lillie and Mizuki to go and catch up with her first companion, Dawn. They’d let her go with a shared look that Ayumi couldn’t recognize, but she was happy to focus forward again to her meeting with Dawn later that day. Dawn, who had been gone for a few days due to other business, was coming back to see Ayumi and continue traveling with her. Ayumi had taken the time in between her travels with Mizuki and Lillie to walk to the place she’d eventually meet Dawn, with a little exploring along the way to pass the time. This morning, she was dressed in a new outfit for a new day. Her upper body was covered in a simple, beautiful white shirt, with light blue accents along the collar and around her shoulders. It was sleeveless, airy, and made for a wonderful fit to the beautiful morning, Her lower body was clothed in a deep red, almost a maroon in comparison to the shirt she wore, and everything from the upper thigh to the toes of her shining shoes was a clean black color. She’d worn stockings that matched her shoes, of course, with the skirt a present from Mizuki and Lillie to make sure that Ayumi remembered them both. Under the skirt was a simple white diaper, but this one almost seemed to accentuate the long lines of her slender legs and the clean color scheme of the outfit. Small yellow moons dotted the material, and even the way it moved under her skirt sounded silky and soft. The sky began to turn a little darker and the clouds a little puffier as Ayumi walked, hinting at a little rain later in the day, but for the most part it was just blustery. Breezes kicked up merrily along the sidewalks and trails, whipping through hair and flipping up skirts. Ayumi’s own skirt was made of a curiously light material that seemed to always be in motion as a result, with flashes of yellow moons being shown to anyone that walked by. Again, as Ayumi waited for Dawn, she had found that the city they were supposed to meet in was filled with things to do and places to explore. She had begun walking around to pass the time and to sate her curiosity about things, taking in the sights and the people. Not far from where she walked, another young woman walked closer and closer to Ayumi’s path from the opposite direction. This woman had hair the color of honey, with long waves reaching just above her waist, and she’d tied it back in a loose ponytail that only underlined how carefree and young it looked on her. It was especially striking in comparison to her skin, which was not the pale cream of many other young women but closer to a golden tan shade, and the rest of her body was as fashionable and young as she looked. A white collar fanned out over her golden collarbones and neck, moving down into the sleek, streamlined dark gray of her sleeveless shirt. Down her chest and up further than her natural waist was a double-waisted red skirt that nipped her in, with panels down the skirt that showed off a few matching buttons. The skirt was pleated, drawing even more attention to her long, golden legs, which were clad in dark gray stockings and black high top sneakers. Each shoe had a pink Poke Ball design just above the rubber sole on each side, and she wore a hat the same color of the pink on her shoes, a black hat band and ribbon bow completing the look. Under her skirt was a diaper as well, with blue stars circling the area between her legs as if to show it off. This wouldn’t have been apparent to anyone at first, but a passing car at just the right moment blew up a breeze large enough to lift the red skirt and reveal the diaper in almost its full glory. The white puff of familiar material seemed to curl around the other girl’s legs like a little cloud. In the center of the cloud, the area between her legs was crowned by a dusting of blue stars. Ayumi, who hadn’t expected to see such a sight, was surprised by its sudden appearance. She opened her mouth just in time for the car to breeze past her as well, and her skirt also went up to reveal her diaper, covered in little yellow moons dotted all over the material. In a strange, ironic way, both of them seemed to be the opposite of one another in placement of the design and the designs themselves. For a moment, it seemed like time was frozen. Their skirts fluttered in the air as the breeze lifted them up a few more times, and both Ayumi and the other girl looked at one another in shocked silence. Their eyes were both drawn to one anothers’ diapers, and they stared for a long time. A few more cars passed, all of them seemingly in a hurry, and the rush of movement only served to keep their diapers exposed as the skirts stayed aloft. When they would start to fall once more, another car would rush past, kicking up the material of the skirts back into the air. They both looked at one another’s faces and saw that both of them were feeling the same thing, their cheeks deep pink as their skirts finally began to fall back into place. They had been close enough to pass one another if they’d continued to walk, but as they were, it was much more like they were about to have a conversation. Ayumi had turned to face the girl head on, and so had the other young woman to Ayumi, and before they could talk about what they had both seen the other girl giggled nervously and tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. “It’s, um, starting to rain,” she said, holding her other hand out. Ayumi could feel it too, suddenly, the wind now growing chillier with the added mist, and water beginning to drip onto her shoulders from above. The sky was getting very dark, and distant rumbles of thunder echoed through the sky as she looked around. People were opening umbrellas around the two of them. “Do you want to get out of here before it gets worse? I passed a pokemon center up the road, if you’d like to come with me.” A flash of lightning and a closer clap of thunder startled Ayumi into nodding, not wanting her outfit or her hair to get wet. The white of her shirt would no doubt become translucent as the rain soaked it, and that would mean she would be almost naked from above the waist. Both girls ran quickly up the street, their shoes tapping on the now damp ground, and they found the pokemon center that the other girl had mentioned without much trouble at all. Panting from the quick pace they’d set, they heard a clap of thunder that was closer than ever as the door shut behind them. “Sorry about that,” said the other girl, her smile now apologetic. “At least we were able to get here in time to avoid the storm.” “No, no, not at all. If it wasn’t for you, I think I would still be caught in that rain,” said Ayumi, waving her off. The other girl was cute as well, her outfit perfectly matched to her body and still fashionable despite her overall dampness, and the hope that they could be friends was once again kindled in Ayumi’s friendly look. “I’m Ayumi. It’s nice to meet you.” “Ayumi?” The other girl looked much friendlier now and not as embarrassed. “My name is Serena. It’s nice to meet you, too!” She was about to say something else, or so Ayumi thought, when another clap of thunder shook the Pokemon Center. The two girls startled as they looked out the nearest window, and as quickly it had come, the storm seemed to be getting worse and worse. Flashes of lightning and steady rain were now pounding the glass. It didn’t look as though it was going to be one of those quick storms, and judging by the way Serena looked disappointed, Ayumi guessed she thought the same thing. Ayumi noticed the long streams of water now trickling down the glass and her mouth tightened. She had forgotten about the drink she’d had back in the city, before she’d begun her walk, and now her bladder was reminding her of it very loudly. She knew the distant tingles in her lower body were like the rumbles of thunder from before, and that before long she would be rubbing her thighs together with a desperate need to pee. As it stood, Ayumi rubbed her thighs together in preparation for the full, uncomfortable sloshing in her bladder, and Serena looked over to see her wiggling and squirming. Being a diaper wearer herself, Serena recognized when someone felt the need to pee, and remembered she needed to go herself. She excused herself from Ayumi, looking down one of the hallways of the center to its restrooms, when the monitor near the front desk switched to an important news bulletin about the rain. Ayumi, whose phone had begun to ring, didn’t take notice of Serena as she walked a little ways away to watch the broadcast. Apparently, according to the anchor, they would be seeing rain in their area for the whole rest of the day and the night, with predictions of it stopping set for the morning after. Serena turned back to tell Ayumi this, but found the young woman’s face set with disappointment. Ayumi, who had said goodbye to Serena a few seconds before and planned to use the restrooms herself, had gotten an urgent call on her phone. After seeing that it was Dawn, she tapped to take the call and asked if Dawn was all right. “It’s really rainy out here,” she said, worried. “Will you be able to make it? We’re at the pokemon center at -- ” “That’s what I actually wanted to call about,” Dawn said, her voice apologetic. “I missed my flight, Ayumi. The next one doesn’t take off until tomorrow morning, and I won’t be able to see you until tomorrow afternoon.” Ayumi almost wanted to cry. She had been missing Dawn, and while traveling with new friends had been great, she wanted to travel with the first girl she’d met. Swallowing her tears, she nodded before realizing Dawn couldn’t see her. “I understand,” she said, though her voice wobbled a little bit. “It can’t be helped, I guess.” Dawn began to tell her it was going to be all right, and that it was just one more day, but a curious feeling had started to come from Ayumi’s lower body. This feeling was from Serena, who had taken the opportunity to move back to Ayumi and see if she could play with her a little while she spoke on the phone. Serena had also seen how cute Ayumi was, and more importantly, how cute her diaper was, even though her surprise. She reached down and under Ayumi’s skirt, sliding her fingers up her smooth thighs before gently rubbing the pads of her thumbs over the material of her diaper. Soon, the rest of her fingers were joining them, fully groping Ayumi’s bottom through the diaper and appreciating the textural differences between the cottony material and the soft skin underneath. The yellow moons were even a little raised, like they had been put on with puffy paint, and Serena enjoyed squishing them against Ayumi’s bottom with light pressure. Eventually, her fingers migrated between Ayumi’s legs, and she lovingly began to rub the insides of Ayumi’s thighs, spreading them slightly as Ayumi unconsciously responded by shuffling them further apart. Serena pushed her fingers between them, rubbing and stroking that space over her crotch, and attempted to feel her most private of areas through the material. Each touch was tender and sweet. This was causing the sensation in Ayumi’s lower body, which had started with a light, tickling teasing and moved on to something deeper and more tingly. Ayumi tried her best to listen to what Dawn was saying, but the combination of her sweet promises and the tingles from her lower half had Ayumi more confused and distracted than ever. All the while, her bladder was urging her to stop what she was doing and find a bathroom, and the tingles from her pee were starting to throw her off, her hand slipping as Dawn’s voice filtered through the phone. Dawn spoke quickly about all of the things they’d do with one another when she arrived, how sorry she was, and for Ayumi to chin up, and Serena listened intently as she continued to fondle and play with Ayumi’s body. She had figured out that Ayumi was going to need the emotional support, as well as a friend, and Serena wanted to make sure she was okay -- that, and to maybe keep touching her soft body, indulging in the way Ayumi’s thighs rubbed together around Serena’s hand from both needing to pee and the feelings she was getting from being touched. “I -- I have to go,” murmured Ayumi, into the receiver. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay, Dawn? Thank you for trying to cheer me up.” Dawn said a quick goodbye, and that she was sorry again, as Serena pretended she had just been back from the restroom and popped up in front of Ayumi once more. “So, I was thinking about getting a room here for the night,” she said, innocently. She knew that Ayumi wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “Would you like to come with me? I was just going to ask Nurse Joy if I could rent one, but I don’t like sleeping alone.” Ayumi, whose bladder still hadn’t been emptied, almost shook her head before she realized she would need a friend until Dawn got there. Blowing Serena off just to use the bathroom seemed silly. She could pee later, she reasoned with herself, so she nodded. The two of them approached Nurse Joy, who seemed happy to see two cute girls walking up to her desk, and she approved of their renting a room on a rainy day like that one. After filling out the paperwork and talking things through -- with Ayumi being polite and not leaving to go use the bathroom the whole time, her bladder complaining -- Ayumi and Serena were shown to their room. Nurse Joy, always glad to help, told them to ask if they needed anything and that she would be just outside the way they came in. Both of them thanked her and walked in, setting down their bags to begin settling down for the night. As Ayumi was setting out a new outfit for the day after, Serena called her name and waved a little bag of toiletries at her. “I’m going to go take a shower,” she said, smiling. She also unearthed a towel. “I’ll leave my soap and shampoo in there in case you want to, too! See you later.” Ayumi watched her leave relatively quickly into the attached bathroom before she realized that she could no longer enter it. It was rude, on top of invasive, to suddenly burst in on her new and naked friend just to use the toilet in their bathroom. But Ayumi was still aching to release herself, and her bladder was less polite than she was. Instead of sitting and waiting for her to wet herself, she compromised. Getting to her feet, she set out on her little journey to find a bathroom and walked out of the room and down one of the hallways. Of course, Ayumi was never any good at finding her way. She went this way and that, tangling herself up in the hallways like a pokemon would do with an escape rope, and before she knew it, she was hopelessly lost. Her bladder continued to whine, and it only grew louder and louder as she walked, her thighs pressed tightly together to try and stop the flood. She didn’t know how much longer she would last, if she could last at all, and felt the desperation prick her eyes with tears. Just then, she heard a sound from one of the hallways she hadn’t tried yet. A giggle. She waited, and then heard another giggle, louder and more distinct. Ayumi’s curiosity had been peaked, but if nothing else, she could ask whoever had been laughing for directions. She followed the sound of the voice, being cautious in case her steps could be heard, and found herself in a part of the center that seemed shadowed and secret, with boxes everywhere. From where she stood, she could clearly see the figures of two girls, and with another step she could make out their faces and outfits distinctly. The first girl was strikingly cute, with a pink and red motif to her hair and eyes. Cherry-colored irises were covered with thick black lashes, and her long pink curls were tied to both sides of her head with silky lavender ribbons. She wore a white, almost jacket-like overcoat that was silky white and frilled at the collar and down its lapels, tied together with a matching lavender ribbon. Underneath, a sky blue dress nipped in at her waist, flaring out around her slender thighs and hitting the knee. Said thighs were covered in white pantyhose, sheer enough to reveal a little of her pale skin underneath, and her dainty feet were covered in shining white pumps that had a low heel. She was with another girl, this one just as cute, who had brown hair in fluffy pigtails that seemed to curve toward her face. Large brown eyes dominated her face, and they sparkled as the two girls interacted. She was in a somewhat different outfit, with a red hoodie hugging the top of her body with quarter-sleeves, and a white hood clasped around her neck. Under the hoodie was the keyhole peek of a black undershirt, and over it was a pair of deep blue overalls that ended at her long, slender thighs. Under those were a pair of socks that went over the knee, stretching a black border around them, and they disappeared into red shoes with white soles. What was even more striking than the two girls themselves was what they were doing. The first girl, whom Ayumi hadn’t known was named Ursula, was running her fingers up and down her friend’s legs and body with long, sweeping gestures of tenderness. She would focus on the thighs of the other young woman, then between them, rubbing over the crotch she found there. Her mouth was pressed up next to the other girl’s, whispering, and Ayumi didn’t hear what was being said but knew enough that it was good. Ursula moved her mouth over to the other girl’s, whose name Ayumi also didn’t know. This one was named Lyra. She was busy being kissed and fondled as both of them giggled, with Ursula’s fingers playing over the crotch once more. She did so a few more times before moving toward the buttons of the overalls, quickly undoing them and letting them slide down Lyra’s legs before falling to the floor. Underneath was a puffy white diaper. Ursula simply went back to rubbing the other girl through it, to Ayumi’s surprise. Ayumi herself was beginning to feel strange. A growing wetness was forming between her legs and it wasn’t pee. Her nipples had gotten hard. She had become so engrossed in the scene that she’d forgotten she needed to pee entirely. Someone came up behind Ayumi, which she didn’t realize until their hand had covered her mouth and she could only squeak in surprise. The stranger pulled her skirt up and revealed her diaper once more, and tucked it into the front before moving behind her, groping and fondling her bottom and rubbing her thighs. Their fingers dipped between them as well. Ayumi felt afraid, but the other person was already whispering into her ear that it was all right. “Just keep watching,” it said, in a feminine voice. The stranger began to push into Ayumi’s most private places, as though pressing buttons that would make her want to pee, and giggled. “You don’t want to make a mess in front of them, do you?” Ursula and Lyra had begun kissing with tongues in the meantime, now groping at one another under the diaper and skirt, but before Ayumi could do anything they stopped. Holding hands, they seemed to leave for a more comfortable place to enjoy one another. Ayumi and the stranger were now alone. In the midst of the chaos, they had unzipped Ayumi’s skirt, letting it fall to the floor before putting it on a box nearby. They then removed the hand from her mouth, instead touching her as she’d never been touched, rubbing and stroking her with gusto through her diaper. Ayumi didn’t know how much longer she could do this. The wetness only grew larger and larger, and the stranger’s fingers began to play with Ayumi’s sticky tabs, eventually opening them. Ayumi’s diaper fell to the floor, and the other person picked up the diaper and placed it with the skirt. She was much too overwhelmed at this point to do anything but cry. Ayumi sniffled before being wrapped in a warm hug by the other girl from behind, their voice warm and gentle in her ear. Ayumi wasn’t going to be hurt, they said, and things were all going to be okay. Ayumi could barely think about that before her thighs were being touched once more, and her legs were being moved apart. Now naked from the waist down, she gasped as the other girl began to stroke her directly between her legs, and began to moan as she cried in shame. It felt good. The other girl didn’t linger this time, instead grabbing for something nearby, and put whatever it was on herself before introducing it between Ayumi’s thighs. Slowly, slickly, she felt it enter her, and even though it was long and thick she didn’t feel any pain. In fact, it felt good. It began to slide in and out of her as the other girl began to move her hips back and forth, and Ayumi felt tears sliding down her cheeks as her lips parted to moan with delight. The other girl, still moving, went to unbutton Ayumi’s shirt and pushed her bra out of the way as she began to play with Ayumi’s hard nipples. This went on for awhile, until Ayumi felt a pressure building in her lower half that she could do nothing but release. Crying out, she felt her first orgasm sweep through her, and the thick thing pulled out of her body. Still sniffling, Ayumi felt another thing release, too. Her pee finally began to cascade down her thighs as a feeling of overwhelming relief overtook her.