Dear Diary,

	Yesterday, a friend asked me why it was that I like wet-play so much. I agree with her that it's weird, but it simply gets me all tingly just thinking about it. I didn't have an answer for her then, but I've been thinking about it ever since then. I'm pretty sure I know why now. I think it all stems from my first encounter. I had completely forgotten about it until I was looking back over my writings from that time, and saw a reference to an old friend.

	Back when I was only eight or nine, I had my first encounter with wet-play. My parents had gone to a spa for the day, and one of my neighbors' sons, a German Shepherd boy, was asked to watch me while they were away. I was really happy about this, because I had always thought he was really cute. He had.. wait, maybe he wasn't entirely German Shepherd. I don't know. His fur was always so fluffy-looking, and his tail had that cute little curl all the way up to his back. Yes, okay, he was twice my age at least, but I still loved watching him when no one thought I was looking. He was my first big crush. Anyway, he of all people was going to be watching me, and I thought I was in dreamland the whole time!

	It was Saturday, and we had just had a picnic lunch out in the park. It was a beautiful day, and I didn't have a care in the world! Not only was this boy cute, but he wanted to play and have fun, too! We were in the middle of playing one game, and I lost sight of him for a moment. When I went to find him, he decided to play a prank and sneak up behind me. It worked. I didn't hear him coming until he jumped out and startled a bit of wee out of me! God, I was so embarrassed! Yes, I know, I'd had little accidents before when I really didn't want to stop playing with friends, but with him here? I thought I was going to die. Here I was, crushing hard on him, and I had just wet myself in his full view.

	But.. he didn't turn away in disgust, or seem upset at all. Despite me crying and not wanting him to see what happened, he still told me to turn around and look at him. I knew that he knew already. When I finally did as he asked and turned around, I slowly looked up into his eyes and was completely surprised by what I saw. He looked just about as embarrassed as I did. I had been he was going to make fun of me, hate me, or think me a little baby, but he didn't. He took me into his arms, wiped away the tears, and hugged me more closely than I'd ever been hugged before. What could I do? He whispered that he'd keep it a secret for me, and I clung to him tighter. That's when things started changing.

	He lifted me up into his arms and held me tightly against his side, carrying me home. I was really surprised he did this. It was obvious that I had wet a bit in the scare, because there was a small stain on the front of the skirt from where I had been holding and trying to hide it. Still, he held me close enough that I could feel the side of his chest pressed against me.. pressed right in tight against my wet panties. He was warm. Very warm. I knew I should have been even more embarrassed by that, but it started feeling really nice, too. I wrapped my legs around him and held on tight, all the way home. When we got there and he put me down, I was mortified to find that I had wet a little more along the way. I didn't even know that I had, but my panties were soaked, and the side of his shirt had a big stain on it. Still, he didn't seem to mind. He just smiled to me, took off his shirt, and asked me to take off my wet clothes so they could be washed. I wasn't sure if I should. He didn't embarrass me when he could have, but should I get naked in front of him? It was as if he knew what was in my head. He smiled, and suggested that I go change in the bathroom.. or.. be naughty "as usual" and change right here. Now I was really shocked. He knew I had a habit of running around naked, and that I sometimes did it just to vex my parents.

	How could he know this? Was he watching? I didn't get the chance to ask. Yes, he had seen before. He admitted as much, and before I knew what was going on, he added that not only would he not tell even if I did, but if I got naked, he would, too! I couldn't believe it! This hot boy, suggesting he would get naked with me? I wasn't even thinking. It was like my head was completely swimming. Before I knew it, I was wearing only my soaked panties, and he was completely naked. Within moments, he had scooped me up into his arms again, and was holding me as tight as ever against his side. I'm sure I was blushing furiously by now, but it didn't seem to matter. Then, it hit me.

	I really had to pee. Badly. Terribly. I was about to burst! I tried to say it, but I could only squeak as he carried me into the sun room and sat down in a wicker chair with me still tightly clinging to him. I tried again to tell him, because now, I couldn't stop squirming. I think he knew that, too. I was surprised again, but this time by an unexpected question: "Did it feel good?" The question didn't make any sense. Did what feel good? He knew I was confused, and asked again. He wanted to know if it felt good, being pressed up close to him while wet, and while having to wet. I don't think my face could have been any redder than it was right then. Yes, it did. It felt so far beyond good, and at the same time, it was so embarrassing! I couldn't lie to him, and he knew it. He could read it in my red face, even before I nodded with a squeaky whimper. He just smiled, and shocked me again with his own admission: He liked it, too.

	I'll never forget his next question. "Would you like to try something special with me, a special secret?" I was already lost in a world of confusion, in embarrassment that couldn't get any worse, and yet there was something deep inside that left me beyond curious. I was tingling all over, and hanging on his every word. Yes, of course I was willing. I don't know why, but I couldn't say no. When I nodded and bashfully looked back up, his face was as red as mine! Was he embarrassed for asking? His arm around me was trembling as he helped me slip down from the precarious perch on his side, right into his lap. Uh oh. In that moment, I felt my bladder push. There's no way either of us could miss the sudden sprinkling of gold. Now, he was squirming almost as much as me. I didn't know what to say or what to do, I knew I was seconds away from losing control.. but I didn't really care about that anymore. All I could focus on was him, and what he was doing. 

	He pulled me in closer, as tightly into his lap as he could. I felt the gentle, trembling touch of his fingers as he lifted the soaked cotton from over my mound, inviting in the chill rush of air to tease at an already troubled vixen's tenuous control. Then, I felt it. There was a new warmth pressing in against me. I only saw a quick glimpse of it as the older boy slipped his penis in underneath the leg elastic of my panties, pressing it tightly against my vulva. When he held me tightly, I could do nothing but relax at the electric tingling of the firm thing pressed where no one had ever dared touch me before. My bladder won out. With a sharp gasp, I uncontrollably wet myself all over him.

	My heart was pounding. I couldn't see, or hear, or even think. I could smell his scent when I pressed my muzzle against his chest. I could feel his fur and muscles under my fingers, and I knew that I had fully given in and was soaking him. I didn't care. Well, that's not right, either. I cared in another way, and I longed for it. I never wanted it to end. It just felt so very, very good, and so very, very naughty at the same time. I wanted to stay like that with him forever.

	I don't really remember much else of what happened after that. What little I do remember is a vague, dreamy haze. I don't know if it was real or not. It felt like one of those super-real early morning dreams that leaves you thinking about it all day long. I remember feeling his tongue against me. He was licking between my legs. I remember that it was making me dizzy, it felt so good. I remember a sense of having to pee again but not being able to say it at all, but most of all, I remember the way I felt. It was pure and simple bliss.

	When I woke up, it was morning. He was gone. What had happened to the day? I was left with a vague sense of longing, but I didn't really know what had happened. I was too embarrassed to go over and ask him, and there was no way I was going to tell my parents! I wasn't sure about what really happened, but I was sure that there would have been no way they'd let him watch me again if they knew.

	After that, I saw him from afar twice more, peering distantly out his window and looking completely depressed. I didn't understand why until a couple days later, when the military transport truck arrived. Just before he climbed into the back with a big pack over his shoulder, he looked back at my window and our eyes met. He didn't want to leave, and he felt something for me, too.