Tomi's guide to bed wetting

Bella's POV My phone lit up on the nightstand while I was rounding up on my project.It was Riley. “Hey babe, don’t forget tonight’s our sleepover at my place! Mom’s on night shift, so the house is basically ours. Come over after dinner please, okay?” I smiled and replied quickly, already excited. At dinner with my own family, I mentioned it casually between bites. “I’m sleeping over at Riley’s tonight. Her mom’s working late, so it’ll just be us girls.” My parents nodded without much fuss. They trusted Riley. I arrived at Riley’s house around eight, overnight bag slung over my shoulder. Riley opened the door with a bright grin, already in comfy clothes. “Finally! Come in. But… small change of plans,” Riley said, biting her lip. “My boyfriend just texted. He really wants me over. Mom’s gone all night anyway. You don’t mind staying here alone, right? I’ll be back early tomorrow.” I laughed softly, rolling my eyes. “Sure change of plans,” I said, teasing her. “I wasn’t born yesterday, Riley. Go have fun. I’ll be fine.” Riley squealed and hugged me tight. “You’re the best! Come help me do my makeup first.” She dragged me to her room, helped me unpack, and then made me do her makeup while she chatted excitedly about her boyfriend. When she finally left, blowing me a kiss and promising updates, the house fell completely quiet. Alone. I changed into my sleep set, a thin white crop top that barely covered the underside of my breasts, leaving my midriff bare, and super short pink pajama shorts that rode high on my ass. No bra and panties. The soft fabric brushed teasingly against my already-hard n*****s and the smooth, sensitive skin between my thighs. Restless and a little bored, I climbed onto Riley’s bed and opened my phone. I clicked into my favorite porn site and chose a video of a girl teasing an older man. The moment the girl straddled him and started grinding, my p***y throbbed hard. It had been weeks since I’d been properly f****d. Watching those slow, rolling hips made me so wet I could feel the dampness soaking into my tiny shorts. My c**t ached for attention. I slipped a hand between my thighs, rubbing slow circles over the fabric, but it wasn’t enough. Thirsty and unbearably horny, I decided to get a glass of water from the kitchen. That was when I saw him. Shawn — Riley’s stepdad sitting near the counter in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, staring down at a glass of whiskey. He looked tired, shoulders slumped, and something about that quiet sadness tugged at me. “Shawn? What’s up? Are you okay?” I asked softly, stepping closer. He glanced up, his eyes widening slightly as they took in my tiny outfit. “Bella… hey. Nothing. Just a long day. Riley’s out isn't she?” “Yeah. She went to her boyfriend’s. Don’t tell Mrs D” I warned, leaning against the counter. The cool edge pressed into my lower back. We talked quietly for a while about his stressful job and how he was planning to upgrade his car. His low, rough voice sent little sparks straight between my legs every time he looked at me. Something naughty stirred deep inside me. Before I could second-guess myself, I moved closer and slid onto his lap, straddling him on the kitchen chair. My soaked p***y pressed directly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. Shawn stiffened instantly. “Bella… What are you doing? We can’t—” I didn’t answer with words. I rolled my hips slowly, grinding my honeypot along his thickening c**k. The friction was electric — his hardness rubbing right against my c**t through the thin layers. A soft whimper slipped from my lips. “Stop, bella… this is so wrong,” he muttered, hands hovering at my waist like he was fighting himself. But midway through the protest, a deep, involuntary moan rumbled from his chest as I ground harder, feeling him throb and swell beneath me. Encouraged, I leaned forward. Shawn’s hands finally moved, sliding up under my crop top. He pinched my n*****s through the thin fabric, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers. Sharp pleasure shot straight to my core. I moaned loudly, arching into his touch, hips moving faster. Suddenly, the sound of his phone rang on FaceTime. I looked at the caller ID—It was Riley’s mom, Diane. Panic flared. I quickly slid off his lap and dropped under the kitchen table, my heart hammering. Diane’s voice came through, trembling. “Hey babe, I’m so scared right now. A patient came in and—” Shawn’s voice came out strained but gentle. “Hey, hey sweetheart. It’s okay. Come home.” “You know, I can't, babe,” she replied. While he comforted his wife, I stayed hidden. A wicked impulse took over. I reached up, palmed the massive bulge still straining in his sweatpants, and started rubbing him slowly through the fabric. His c**k twitched hard under my hand. Shawn tensed, his voice faltering for a second as he spoke to Diane, but he didn’t stop me. After a few minutes, he abruptly stood up. “Come on, baby girl. Let me show you something that'll calm you down.” He went upstairs. I waited until his footsteps faded, then quietly slipped up to Riley’s room, pulse racing. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I stripped off my shorts, spread my legs wide on the bed, and slid two fingers deep into my dripping p***y. My other hand played with my n*****s, still tingling from Shawn’s touch. Moans spilled freely from my lips as I f****d myself faster. “Shawn… oh god, ahhh Shawn…” I whimpered his name over and over, imagining his thick c**k stretching me instead of my fingers. Knowing it was my best friend’s father made everything so much hotter. My hips bucked, wetness coating my thighs, as I chased release. Down the hall, Shawn had just finished his call with his wife. He paused outside Riley’s door, hearing my desperate moans and the wet sounds of my fingers. He stood there pressing his hard c**k through his sweatpants, stroking himself slowly while listening to me cry. The next morning, I woke to Riley bouncing onto the bed, glowing and happy. “Morning! Last night was amazing. My boyfriend is seriously the best.” Riley sighed dreamily. “You look… tired. You okay?” I forced a smile, but my body still ached with unmet need. It had been way too long since I’d been properly f****d, and last night had only made the frustration worse. “Yeah, I just didn’t sleep well.” At breakfast, Riley chattered excitedly while Shawn made pancakes. Then Riley suggested, “Next weekend there’s this party… you should totally come with me, Bella. You need to get laid!” she lowered her voice at the end. Shawn’s deep voice cut in from the kitchen. “What party?” The sound of his voice alone made my n*****s pebble instantly, tightening against the thin fabric of my top. Heat flooded between my thighs. “Nothing, Shawn,” Riley rolled her eyes, waving him off. “Just girl stuff.” After breakfast, Riley dashed off to call her boyfriend again, leaving me and Shawn alone. He was still at the counter, mixing batter for another batch of pancakes, his broad back turned to me. I couldn’t resist. I walked up behind him, reached around, and took two of his fingers, sliding them slowly into my mouth. I sucked on them deeply, tongue swirling around the digits, eyes locked on his as I hollowed my cheeks. He froze, breath hitching. Then I turned, pressing my ass back against him, grinding my soft cheeks slowly against the hardening length of his c**k through his pants. I could feel him thicken and throb instantly. After a few teasing seconds, I turned fully, wrapped my arms around his neck in a tight hug, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “Morning… bye, Shawn,” I whispered against his mouth, pulling back with a wicked little smile. He stood there awe-struck, eyes dark with lust. Just as I turned to walk away, his hand came down in a firm slap on my ass, the sting making me bite my lip and clench with fresh need. I glanced back at him over my shoulder, heart racing, already wondering when I could feel more.