"I wanna suck my thumb," she said. I nodded, and she sighed deeply, and planted her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes blissfully. I could hear the little sucking noises she m ade, and I thought I might swoon. It was so strange, here was my roommate, who I had known for years, who I had seen break down faulty syllogisms and elaborate nuances of Hegel in classes we had together, and whose boyfriend, a keenly intelligent mathematics TA, I had met on many occasions, here she was sucking her thumb in front of me with no apparent sense of shame. She opened her eyes again and looked up at me, thumb still in her mouth, still sucking away.

Suddenly I felt much taller than her, she seemed to be shrinking before me. Her hair had fallen in her face, and I knew she would prefer that it put back in pigtails. "You want to put your hair up? You've got such long hair for a little girl," I said. She sat down on the bed and began bouncing enthusiastically. She wanted me to braid it. She shook out her hair and let it hang over her shoulders. In her excitement, her shirt became untucked, and I thought that she maybe she just take it off altogether.

"Cara, baby, you don't wanna wear that grown-up shirt while I do your hair, do you?" She shook her head vigorously. I started to unbutton it, barely able to keep my fingers steady as I poked the little buttons through the holes. I had never touched her breasts before; they were full, sumptuous, so much bigger than my own. I resisted the urge to caress them, and contented myself to undo her blouse. When I was finished, she shrugged it off her shoulders, and fought her arms out of the sleeves. She was anxious to do it quickly so that she could put her thumb back in her mouth. "Aren't you a cute little girl," I said, watching her suck, as I tossed her shirt away towards her closet. She sat bouncing, naked from the waist up save for a lacy white bra. "You silly," I said, "You're not old enough for a big girl's bra. You have to take that off this instant."

She popped her thumb out of her mouth, all glistening and wet. "Help me," she blurted, and popped it back into her mouth again. I wanted badly to kiss it for a moment, to smother her cute little face with kisses, she was so adorable. I unhooked her bra and let her breasts come free. She giggled and bounced on the bed so that her breasts would quaver. She had large round aureoles, with two darting nipples protruding, dying to be sucked on and played with. But it wouldn't be right for the little baby to be nursing someone else. And I didn't want to break the spell we seemed to have fallen into so quickly. It was like a fugue state, a dream. I was so hot, so primed, I wanted nothing more than to rub on my clit and get myself off, I would have myself against Cara's bedpost and kept grinding until I came if I could. But baby needed my attention.

She was tugging at her stockings and saying, "It's uncomfy. Wanna take off, wanna take off." I told her to calm down, that mommy would be right there to help. I unbuckled her shoes first, having to reprimand her a few times to get her to behave and stop squirming. Cara delighted in this, I think, because she cooed and giggled every time I raised my voice at her. Kneeling on the floor between her legs, I was overcome by her fabulous musky scent, pouring out from underneath her short little skirt. I wanted to pull her stockings off and wrap them around my face and breathe it all in, smother myself with her smell, but that wouldn't be very becoming behavior for mommy. Instead I carefully rolled her stockings down her long, lithe, smooth legs, dragging my fingers slowly over the insides of her thighs.

"Mommy, that tickles," Cara squealed delightedly. Her nipples were hard, and she was pinching them distractedly.

"I think I know what will settle you down," I said firmly, and I stood up and got her teething ring, which I stuck into her mouth. She immediately began happily sucking away, and I finished rolling her stockings down, and pulled her little wet panties off, almost fainting from the smell. I couldn't resist quick turning away and burying my face in them, inhaling deeply the rich earthly smell of her juices. God, she was sopping. She was still fingering her nipples absently, as if she had no idea what she was doing, as if she had no idea anyone would ever think to watch her. She was losing all traces of self-consciousness as she sucked on her pacifier.

I got her to sit up so I could take her skirt off, and then she was totally naked except for the little gold nipple in her mouth. Then I put her diaper on her, of course, telling her that I didn't want her to have any accidents in her bed. She nodded eagerly, and let me pull up the diaper pants over her smooth cleanly shaven legs. As I was doing this, I saw for the first time her wonderful cunt, which was shaved completely clean as well. I had never seen a grown woman's pussy completely shaved bald like that before, and I thought I would die it was so beautiful. The two folds of her outer lips broke open wide, and I could see the lovely pink inside, her inner lips poking out, eager to be stroked. I was dizzy. I didn't think I was going to be able to braid her hair without devouring her first. I just stared between her legs at the gleaming wet cunt, clenching my fists, wondering if I could resist touching her little bump of a clit, if I could stop myself from licking her clean and sucking her dry, as if that were possible, as if she would just keep coming and coming, and me too, coming and coming as I sucked and sucked and sucked.