[DRAFT 3] Bosom Buddies

Liara pushed Dave down onto her pink duvet and spread her wings, turning her head to the side and fluttering her eyelashes.

“How do I look?” The college sophomore asked. She wiggled her head a little, shaking the fluffy white halo she’d fashioned out of an old headband, some wire hanger and a feather boa she’d borrowed from her roommate, Andie, who graciously agreed to let her cut it up a little.

“Like an angel,” Dave replied, running a hand through his dark hair and shaking his head in awe.

An easy question, maybe, given her costume. And Liara did look angelic, she thought. Her cute face had soft, rounded cheeks that gave her a youthful look, framed by light chestnut brown hair that hung in loose waves, parted in the middle and streaked through with subtle, blonde highlights. Her tight, 20-year-old body was barely concealed by the lacy white bralette she had worn as a top (another item borrowed from Andie), the underwire and hard cups supporting her shapely D-cup breasts, and the short, white pleated skirt that bounced effortlessly over the curve of her feminine hips and played off her soft, smooth thighs. If it weren’t for the halo, it would barely pass as a costume.

Besides, she already knew what he thought. Dave hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of her for a second at the Delta Sig Halloween party, and even though things were still going in full swing, Liara had been horny enough to suggest they sneak out early. She only looked like an angel, it turned out.

“Good answer,” Liara said, kneeling beside the bed and tugging Dave’s cheap pirate pants down. He had gone commando.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she continued, her full, red lips formed in a pout. “The friction must have been driving you crazy all night.”

“You could say that,” Dave said, scooting toward the edge of the bed.

“Poor baby,” Liara said. “Want Mama to kiss it better?”

“Yes, Mama.”

Liara held Dave’s hard prick by its base and slowly wrapped her lips around it, feeling her lip gloss slowly slide over the spongy head and down his thick shaft. He filled her mouth fully, and she could just barely keep her teeth off his skin as she began to bob up and down, slowly taking him deeper and deeper. She moaned softly when he touched her throat, holding him there and pressing her tongue against the hard tube running underneath his cock.

“Take your top off,” Dave commanded.

Liara began to bob again as she reached around her back, unhooking her lacy white bralette and letting it fall off her shoulders, her subtle tan lines just discernible in the room’s low light. It had been so thrilling being at the party with just a bra on, her beautiful D-cup tits pushed up and perfectly framed for viewing. How many eyes had lingered on her chest as she moved through the crowd, as she danced with Dave? So many. Guys and girls alike. She had gone as an angel, but she felt like a goddess in white lace, only too happy to be observed and worshiped.

And Liara’s tits had felt so full these past few weeks. Ever since discovering her secret talent.

No wonder she’d gotten so many looks.

“Okay,” Dave said, playing with a lock of brown hair above Liara’s ear. “Leave the skirt on, though.”

Liara stood and put her hands up her white miniskirt, tugging her thong down and stepping out of it. She climbed up onto the bed, straddling Dave’s lap. Before she’d even guided his cock into her waiting pussy, his mouth was on one puffy, elongated nipple, sucking greedily, his mouth a vacuum.

“Gentle!” Liara said, drawing a sharp breath. “They’re really sensitive…”

Dave let up a little, and Liara sat down gently on his hard-on, feeling the bulbous head penetrate her folds and slide into her warm, wet vagina. Liara sighed, thrilling in the feeling of his cock splitting her, and she began to work up and down, back and forth while Dave focused on her tit.

She could feel the pressure building as he bit and sucked, and she lifted a hand up, squeezing her breast, clamping her eyes shut, grinding her clit on his pubes until the dam broke.

The milk started to flow.

“Ahhh…”

Liara watched Dave drink from her nipple, still amazed her body was producing milk - actual, real live breast milk! - without a pregnancy to point to (and she had tested often enough those first few days). And producing more and more with each passing week. Rare as it apparently was, an internet search had told her that some women were just able to lactate even without a pregnancy to trigger the necessary hormonal changes. Usually it required stimulation, training… tricking the body, effectively. Dave was more of a tit man than an ass man, as luck would have it. They hadn’t even been trying to make it happen.

But they’d gotten better at it, now that they knew what was possible. Now that they knew how to express the milk intentionally. More and more, it was as much about actually relieving the pressure of regular lactation as it was about erotic pleasure.

She was lactating a lot these days.

“How does it taste?” Liara asked, her voice breathy, cradling Dave’s head with her other hand as she gyrated. God, it felt so good feeding him while they fucked, Liara thought. Like they’d completed a circuit and her whole body could glow with intense, electric light.

“So good,” he replied, licking his lips and palming her ass. “Warm. Delicious. Faint notes of tomato salad and those matcha things you like.”

She slapped his arm.

“Be serious!”

“It tastes so sweet, babe,” he responded, circling her milky nipple with his tongue. “Like milk and honey mixed together. I could drink you forever.”

That was more like it. Liara pulled his head back toward her, gasping when he clamped on again and resumed the suction.

“Play with my clit,” Liara said, her voice breathy and weak.

“Yes, Mama.”

Dave’s fingers dug under her skirt and glided over her swollen clit as he suckled, and soon Liara let go of her breast and wrapped her arms around his head, squeezing her thighs tight to his body as she felt the pleasure blossom between her legs. She had never felt so sexy as she did after lactating for the first time, like she was in touch with layers of femininity that had been hidden away, hidden until a lover dedicated enough to unlock them came along. She was terrified the first time it happened. Terrified she was pregnant. Terrified that something had broken in her body. Terrified that Dave would be grossed out. Leave her.

But he didn’t leave her.

He loved it.

He loved “Mama’s” milk.

“Don’t stop,” Liara said. “Just like that. Just like that…”

Words gave way to moans when Dave switched nipples, sucking hard once more, drawing milk from her other tit. She could forgive him for ignoring instructions, sometimes. The relief was immense, alleviating pressure she’d barely known was there, so distracted had she been by the pleasure she’d been feeling. She felt a rush of fluid between her legs as the orgasm came, her vaginal walls spasming around Dave’s hard cock, and she collapsed onto him.

Dave cupped Liara’s ass again and stood, turned, and dropped her onto the bed. Her milk clung to his lips and he kissed her with them, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, every inch of him moving in and out as she recovered from coming. She tasted her milk on his lips, on his tongue, and moaned some more as she squeezed her fuller left breast. Thin streams of milk shot from her swollen nipple, hitting Dave’s shirt.

“Don’t waste it,” he said, pushing her hand away, pinning it to the bed and leaning in. “I might… want seconds.”

Liara laughed and stuck her tongue between her teeth.

“Come for Mama,” she said, her pussy thrumming. “Fill me up… like a good boy…”

Dave sped up, then, and Liara felt his cock contract deep inside her. He grunted and swore, filling her up just like she’d asked.

Dave was a good boy, after all.

***

Liara woke up with the covers over her face and Dave’s hand up her baby blue t-shirt.

“Morning, Mama,” he whispered. “Breakfast?”

She peeked over the covers to the other side of the room, where Andie lay concealed by her own duvet, apparently still snoozing. Liara hadn’t heard her roommate come in last night, before she and Dave fell asleep. She’d probably be sleeping it off for a while, Liara figured.

“Okay,” she whispered back. “But be quiet! Andie might wake up.”

“I’ll be quiet as a mouse,” he whispered, and lifted her shirt up just above her tits.

He got to work quickly and quietly, as promised, latching his teeth on to one nipple and gently sucking until the milk came again. Once more, Liara was amazed at her body’s productivity.

She was feeling horny, now, and wished Andie could have slept out. Surely she had looked good enough last night in her costume, a devil to complement Liara’s angel, in a skin-tight red leotard and black nylons. Maybe she’d gotten lucky, but come home anyway? She’d have to get the deets.

Her feet found Dave’s, and she played with his toes while he drank from her body, her skin crackling with electricity.

He unlatched.

“Wanna fuck?” He whispered.

“No!” Liara whispered back. “She’ll hear us…”

Dave’s hand moved up her thigh and found her wet sex.

“You know you want to,” he whispered.

She did. God, she really did. But as close as Liara and Andie were, fucking while the other slept five feet away was a bridge they hadn’t crossed. It’s not like they had an explicit rule against it: you just didn’t do that to a friend.

Although knowing Andie, she’d probably get a kick out of it.

“We can’t,” she whispered. “Just drink your milk, like a good boy.”

Dave pretended to pout, but soon they both silently giggled.

“I actually need to get going anyway,” he said. “We’ve got flag football at 11.”

“What time is it?” Liara asked.

“Like ten-thirty…”

“Oh, so you’d be late if you could fuck?”

“You give me too much credit,” he said. “I don’t need that much time to fuck.”

Liara hit his arm, laughing some more as he climbed over her and out of the bed. She watched as he put his pirate costume back on (have fun with that walk of shame, she thought), and kissed him before he left.

No sooner had the door closed than Andie threw her own covers off. Liara’s roommate and best friend looked clear-eyed and fresh-faced, like she’d been up for a while.

Up and listening.

“Were you two having sex?” She asked, her feline, brown eyes narrowed into those mischievous slits Liara had seen a thousand times, her lips scrunched in consideration, barely suppressing a smile.

Liara’s eyes bugged out.

“No!” She said. “Of course not!”

Andie swung her legs over the side of the bed and rose to her feet, stretching her arms high over her head in her soft, pink pajamas that seemed to float over her toned body, draping effortlessly in all the right places and hinting at the volumes underneath as she stretched and rotated. She was Liara’s same height, with a slightly more athletic build. As she moved, her pajama shirt slid over her toned stomach, her navel visible behind the opened lower buttons.

Liara and Andie had been fast friends since orientation week. The two didn’t seem to have so much in common, at first, with Liara coming from a Catholic girls’ school in the suburbs and Andie having gone to a private school in Los Angeles, but they hit it off quickly. It helped that they were the best-looking girls in their orientation group. That they could unite in brunette solidarity against all the blondes on campus.

That they could share clothes.

Bras.

“I dunnoooo,” Andie said, her voice playful, leaning to either side and stretching her hips, her long brown hair dangling toward the floor. “You were doing something. And did he say ‘Morning, Mama?’ to you?”

Liara’s eyes bugged out again, but she quickly composed herself.

“He said ‘Morning, Liara,’ you weirdo!”

Liara sat up in bed and stretched her arms up, rolling her head and neck from shoulder to shoulder. She closed her eyes and felt her muscles stretch and relax, taking in deep breaths.

“Um, what is that?”

Liara opened her eyes. Andie was wide-eyed, pointing at her chest with an extended finger. Liara looked down. Two dark, wet circles had formed around her nipples, spreading about an inch in either direction on her light blue t-shirt.

She was leaking.

Liara covered her chest with her arms, but Andie pounced on her like a cat, wrestling her arms away. Andie was stronger, and soon Liara’s embarrassments were exposed again.

“Are your tits bleeding?!”

“No!” Liara shouted, searching for an explanation, but finding none. She would have to come clean. Because while she and Andie were close, she hadn’t told her about the lactation. She hadn’t told anyone.

It was too weird.

“I’m… I’m lactating…”

Andie froze, her catlike eyes blinking as she processed this new information. Liara’s cheeks burned hot, and she wished Andie would say something. Anything.

“So that’s what you two were doing… Wait… Are you pregnant?!”

“No! I just…” Liara scrambled back onto the bed, lifting her covers around her for protection. “It started a few weeks ago… Dave and I were, you know, fooling around, and… you know… I started… lactating…”

Andie seemed to search for the words, her hands moving of their own accord as she looked off to the distance.

“Like… out of nowhere?”

“I mean, not nowhere,” Liara said. “He was, you know… doing stuff…”

“What stuff?” Andie asked, her voice more curious than judgmental. Liara started to relax.

I mean, it wasn’t so weird that milk was coming out of her boobs, was it? That’s what they were there for, after all. Biologically speaking. Still, it was hard to talk about. Because while Liara was naughty in the sheets, she still had the good Catholic girl’s temperament about these things for the most part.

“He was, like… sucking… hard… and then one night…”

Liara flicked her fingers out. Andie’s eyes were wide, her mouth open in shock. She shook her head and composed herself.

“I didn’t know you could do that if you weren’t pregnant,” she said. “Wait. So now you’re just, like, what… leaking milk all the time?”

“Not all the time, no… it’s more like—”

“Did you get milk on my bra?!” Andie asked, looking around the room for Liara’s costume. The skirt and bralette were folded on her desk chair, and Andie retrieved it.

“No!” Liara shouted, but she realized she didn’t know. It was possible. She’d been drunk, horny. Other things on her mind.

Andie lifted the bra and examined the cups, feeling the inside with her thumbs until slowly, tentatively, she lifted it up to her face and took a sniff.

“Ew, Andie!”

“Oh my god!” She shouted. “You did!”

“I’m sorry!” Liara cried, covering her face. “I’ll wash it!”

She wanted to die. How utterly, utterly embarrassing to be discovered this way, to be leaking milk through her shirt, to have leaked onto Andie’s expensive, lacy push-up bra. That was the end of their friendship, she figured. She’d need to find a new roommate. A new school, maybe.

A new life.

“It’s fine,” Andie said, although Liara could tell she was annoyed.

“I’ll wash it, I promise.”

Andie waved a hand.

“Nevermind that… I’m more curious about the breast milk.”

Liara shrunk deeper into the covers.

“Can you, like… show me how to do it?”

It was Liara’s turn to be shocked.

“Show you?!”

Andie threw up her arms and reared back, the bra dangling delicately from one hand.

“You soiled my bra, you hussy!” She said, the playful tone back in her voice, her eyes fixed on the dark blue circle on Liara’s shirt. “The least you could do is teach me how to do it. I wanna do it, too.”

What did she mean “teach her?” Liara thought. She’d already explained what happened. Dave had been sucking her tits, playing with them, and then…

“I mean,” Liara began. “I don’t really know! It just started happening…”

“Out of nowhere?” Andie asked again, her eyebrows raised to punctuate the leading question, that they’d already covered this. She sat down on the edge of Liara’s bed, one hand absentmindedly stroking her stomach as she waited.

Liara nearly choked trying to respond. What else could she say?

“Not out of nowhere,” she finally said. “I told you. We were fooling around, he was… sucking on them…”

“He’s not sucking on them now,” Andie said, nodding to Liara’s chest.

Liara looked down. The dark circles had expanded.

She was still leaking.

She rolled her eyes. It wasn’t even worth covering up, any longer. If Andie wanted to stare, Liara would let her. Whatever.

Hadn’t she just been enjoying everyone staring at her tits last night?

“It’s happening on its own sometimes, now,” Liara said. “Okay, I’ve read a little bit about it. Like… if you trick your body into thinking someone is feeding… you can maybe start producing milk…”

“Just like that?” Andie asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Just… trick your body?”

“I don’t know!” Liara said, throwing her hands up. “It takes time. I guess we were trying to make it happen without even knowing. And now I guess my body thinks I’m, like, regularly breastfeeding.

“Holy shit,” Andie said, her hand creeping up her pink pajama shirt. “You just trained your body to breastfeed?”

“Not everyone can do it,” Liara said. “Even some women can’t do it when they need to actually breastfeed. But I just can. I don’t know. Bodies are weird, man…”

Andie nodded.

“So, like… just get someone to suck my nipples real hard until milk comes out?”

Liara saw an opportunity to redirect the conversation.

“That’s a start,” she said. “Get that sexy devil costume back on and go find a boy to help you out.”

Andie nodded again, as if imagining it, and nearly started to squeeze her own tits before falling back onto the bed in a fit of giggles. Liara joined her.

It was kind of funny, after all.

“I wanna try it,” Andie said, after a moment. “I mean, if I can.”

“Only one way to find out,” Liara said.

She relaxed her shoulders. Her big secret was out, at least with her best friend, and she’d survived the ordeal. She felt a little silly for ever thinking Andie would judge. Of course Andie wouldn’t judge.

Andie would be into it.

“I hope I can do it,” Andie said. “I’m going to do some research after I finish my paper. But you’re going to have to give me tips, too.”

“And you still have to wash my bra.”

***

Liara met Dave and his flag football team at the bar, later, nursing a vodka soda while the boys pounded beers and Florida George Line blasted from the jukebox. She wore a tight, white sweater and a high-waisted tartan skirt. A gold locket dangled innocently from her neck, and even though this was just a casual hang, she’d still blown out her hair, teasing it and fluffing it up to fuller volume.

“Four and oh,” Dave’s friend Max said, slamming his pint glass onto the busted wooden high top. “Championship’s ours, boys.”

“Just watch those spin moves,” Dave said. “Your flags fly everywhere.”

Max made a face, like the criticism had no merit whatsoever.

“I’m untouchable,” he said. He looked to Liara, lifting the pint back up to his lips. “Where’s Andie?”

“Don’t start with that,” Pete jumped in. “You got negged hard last night. Don’t think I didn’t see it.”

Max shrugged.

“I shot my shot,” he said. “But it’s a new day. Hope springs eternal. So where’s she at?”

Liara laughed. Andie had said she was going to the library to finish that English paper, but for all she knew, she was still in their dorm room, studiously watching lactation videos.

But maybe Max would be a willing partner?

Liara considered it. He was handsome enough. Dark blonde hair, three-day stubble, not exactly muscular but in decent shape. But if Pete was right, Andie had already rejected him. That was then, though. When she was maybe looking for someone better. Would the new, purpose-driven Andie have a different opinion?

She tried to picture the scene. Max laid out across Andie’s lap. Andie guiding her soft, full breast into his mouth, her dark hair draped elegantly about her shoulders. She’d wear a silk robe, maybe. Or better yet, terry cloth. Something soft and fluffy. Something maternal.

Something that could get a little wet.

“Liara?” Dave asked.

She blinked and came down from her reverie. How long had they all been staring at her, waiting for her response?

“She’s, um, studying,” Liara said.

“On a Saturday?!” Max said.

“Maybe she’ll be out later?” Liara said. “It’s only two o’clock…”

She trailed off. As she spoke, she felt a tickle in her bra, as if a bead of sweat had formed under her right breast and trickled slowly down her skin.

She was leaking again.

“Um,” she said to Dave, turning toward him and indicating he should lean in. “I might have to go soon…”

“You just got here…” He said.

“Yeah, but, I just remembered… Something came up… I mean… ”

Recognition flashed in his eyes. But he was torn.

“I can’t leave the boys,” he said.

“Don’t you pull him away again!” Pete said. “He already missed the whole damn party last night!”

Liara blushed, and nearly made a face when she felt another tickle in her other bra cup. This was becoming a problem.

“Not the whole party!” Dave shot back at Pete.

“You made her blush, Pete!” Max said. “Don’t worry, Li. I’m much more sex positive than Pete is.”

“Okay,” Dave cut in, holding a hand up to defend Liara’s honor, even if his broad smile suggested he wasn’t really so bothered by the comments.

“You can tell Andie I said that, too,” Max continued. “Very sex positive.”

***

Liara walked back to her dorm with her jacket zipped up and her arms crossed the whole way. There was no way she was going to leak through her bra, her sweater, her jacket and her arms, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Andie should hopefully still be in the library, she thought, and she’d be able to relieve herself in privacy. She was a little annoyed that Dave hadn’t jumped at the chance to feed, again. Her tits felt swollen, full of milk, and she wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to do with it all.

All she knew was it was starting to hurt.

At her door, she turned the key and pushed, surprised when the door stopped an inch of the way in, the deadbolt engaged.

“Just a sec!” Andie called from within.

Great, Liara thought. So much for privacy. Fuck it, she thought, tapping her foot at the door while Andie futzed with the deadbolt.

The door finally opened. Andie stood there in a pair of ribbed gray yoga pants and a loose white tank top. The sides of her breasts peeked out from the arm holes, and her hair was uncharacteristically disheveled, with one or two cowlicks curling away from the back of her head. Her nipples were hard, poking threateningly into the thin cotton of the tank top.

Andie had been studying, alright. But not for class.

“Sorry,” Andie said, twisting her hips and clasping her hands together. “I was… uh…”

No time, Liara thought. She closed the door behind her and unzipped her jacket, lifting her sweater over her head before the jacket had even hit the floor. She pulled her desk chair out and sat down, unhooking her bra, freeing her swollen breasts from their confines.

“Um,” Andie said.

“Sorry,” Liara said, nearly panting. “But I have to. I’m literally leaking everywhere.”

Liara pulled the wastebasket out from under her desk and squeezed her right tit toward it, brushing her hair out of the way. Immediately, thin streams of milk shot forth, one into the wastebasket, the other onto the wooden desk. She dipped her shoulder, trying to get it all into the trash, but however she positioned herself, some milk escaped. Onto the desk. Onto the carpet. Onto her skirt and leg.

“Hold on!” Andie said, trotting over to her desk. She spun the top off her thermos, handing it over to Liara. “Use that.”

Liara accepted the thermos without comment, holding it up to her swollen nipple and squeezing. She sighed, her eyes closed as she expressed the milk from her breast, squeezing hard, breathing hard, even as more milk dripped from her left nipple onto her skirt.

“Fucking Dave,” she said, covering her leaky left breast with her arm, trying to keep her right nipple pointed into the thermos. It was hard to manage, her fist getting in the way of the rim. She’d have to buy a pump, she realized. Especially if Dave wasn’t willing to drain her on demand.

“How much milk are you making?!” Andie asked.

“A lot! Okay?!”

“Maybe I can help!”

Liara opened her eyes.

“Huh?”

“Just…”

Andie waved her hands and pulled the thermos away, setting it down on the desk before straddling Liara’s lap, pinning her legs between Andie’s and the wooden desk chair. Before Liara could react, Andie had bent down, grabbed a tit, and started to suck.

“Andie!”

Liara protested, but the relief was immeasurable as the milk flowed from her tit to Andie’s mouth. It tingled behind her nipple as Andie sucked, her lips wrapped around Liara’s large, dark areola. Liara tried to control her breathing, and draped an arm over Andie’s shoulder, her large chest heaving with each breath.

Andie’s lips smacked as she detached and turned her attention to Liara’s other breast, gently clamping on and coaxing the milk out. Heat radiated from her chest and face, the warm sensation of feeding supplemented by the crippling embarrassment of letting her friend suck her tit.

Andie had always been a little more forward. A little more sure of herself. But for all her sexy attire and confident posturing, she was hardly any kind of slut. And certainly no lesbian, as far as Liara knew. They’d seen each other naked, of course. What roommates hadn’t? But this was too much, Liara thought. Way too familiar. Way too much of a leap, as close as they were.

“Andie,” Liara gasped, shaking her head slowly. “You don’t… you don’t have to…”

Andie detached and looked up, her almond, green eyes shiny, her pink lips flecked with Liara’s milk.

“Does it help?” Andie asked.

Heat radiated from between her legs, now, gazing on Andie’s pretty face set, smelling the sweet, nutty milk on her breath.

“I mean… yeah… but…”

“But nothing,” Andie interrupted, latching on again and drawing a fresh stream of milk through Liara’s puffy nipple in a hypnotic, steady rhythm.

The feeling was indescribable, and Liara couldn’t help but begin to feel turned on. A Pavlovian reaction, perhaps. She had only ever done this with Dave, and always during or as a prelude to sex. Her pussy tingled, and she shook her head, willing the thoughts away even as she enjoyed Andie’s suction.

“Am I doing it right?”

Liara found Andie’s eyes, and they maintained the contact as Andie resumed her suction. She was doing it right, alright. Sweeter than Dave, as if by female instinct. No teeth. Soft suction. Gentle pressure.

“Yeah…”

Liara watched as Andie closed her eyes and focused on her task, drawing ounce after ounce of milk from her tit, swallowing almost every drop but for the odd trickle down her chin that appeared with each switch to the other nipple.

Andie gamely sucked each breast in turn, and Liara’s heart raced as the heat cascaded through her body. She tried to move her legs, but they were trapped, held in place by Andie’s athletic body.

“Could we… could we move, maybe…” Liara asked, shifting her thighs under Andie’s weight. “This isn’t so comfortable.”

“Oh my god!” Andie said, pulling away and wiping her lips. “Yeah! Totally!”

Andie stood up and Liara peeled herself out of the chair, her legs a little wobbly and her head spinning.

“Okay, um… maybe sit on the bed… and I’ll stand in front of you.”

Andie hopped over to Liara’s bed and sat on the covers, spreading her legs apart and guiding Liara toward her. It wasn’t too late to stop, Liara thought. Not too late to laugh about how silly they were being, to squeeze her breast into the wastebasket again and to catch an Uber to the nearest Target to buy a pump. But she took step after step toward Andie, and soon her roommate was feeding again, drinking as greedily from her nipple as Dave ever had.

Liara cradled Andie’s head and let the relief come. And what a relief, she thought, as Andie emptied her breasts. The tightness alleviated moment by moment, and soon Liara was breathing normally, watching Andie’s neck muscles flex as she drank her milk, feeling Andie’s own breasts grazing her stomach every so often.

“Ahh,” Liara moaned, stroking Andie’s hair, inadvertently falling toward her as her muscles relaxed. Andie offered scant resistance, falling gently to the bed as Liara collapsed on top of her, her nipple still firmly planted between Andie’s hungry, pink lips.

“Oh my God,” Liara said, lifting her legs up onto the bed, setting her knees on either side of Andie’s body and resting on her elbows, lowering herself down so Andie could easily access her nipples, feeling her cotton panties stretch across her ass as she arched her graceful, bare back.

Andie switched breasts again, incorporating her hands, this time, squeezing Liara out into her mouth. Liara looked down, scarcely believing what her eyes beheld, watching her friend work her tit, seeing the milk dripping down her chin and neck, the little splash marks just visible on her white tank top.

Liara wiggled her ass as Andie suckled, aware of what a scene it must look like. Her tartan skirt wouldn’t have offered much protection from a certain vantage point, and Liara realized her panties were as wet as her chest, and she badly wanted to feel Dave’s cock inside her as Andie suckled.

She realized this could be considered cheating.

Nevermind Dave fucking her while Andie fed. Dave could never know about this.

“Okay,” Liara said, taking a couple of deep breaths. “Okay, I think that’s good.”

She rolled to the side and collapsed onto the bed. Andie licked her lips and patted her stomach.

“That was intense,” Andie said after a moment.

Liara laughed, holding an arm up to her forehead. She felt warm all over, her chest still heaving with her breath, her nipples tender and sticky with droplets of milk mixed with Andie’s pink lip gloss.

“I’ll say,” she said.

“I probably should have asked,” Andie said, running her hands down her sides. “I just kinda went for it, didn’t I?”

Liara waved a hand. She should have asked, she thought. Of course she should have asked before sucking on her goddamn tits.

But Liara would have said no.

And what fun would that have been?

“But, well… okay, so I was thinking.”

Andie rolled to her side, propped up on an elbow. Her hair fell to the bed and her tits shifted in her tank top. Liara saw one exposed, dark nipple peek out from beside the folding top strap.

“I was reading about lactation online and, like, trying to do some exercises. Obviously it’s supposed to take time, or whatever, but I started to think that maybe a hand wasn’t the right way to do it. I mean, you said it yourself that it happened while Dave was, like, sucking your nipple.”

“I said to find a guy,” Liara said, looking down at Andie’s nipple again. “Plenty of guys would love to suck your boobs.”

Andie scoffed.

“I have a reputation to uphold,” she said. “I can’t have these boys running around saying I want them to help me lactate.”

“Dave doesn’t run around saying that,” Liara said.

Andie arched an eyebrow.

“You really think he’s not telling all his buddies about how he can make you shoot milk from your tits?”

Liara shrugged.

“Not if he wants to keep doing it,” she said. “I think he knows better.”

Andie waited a beat.

“But, like… you know that I’m not gonna say anything about, you know, what we just did.”

Liara believed it. Andie might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t a kiss-and-tell. Or a feed-and-tell. And Andie definitely wouldn’t want rumors starting that she was some kind of milk-obsessed, closeted lesbian or anything.

“So, like I said,” Andie continued. “I was thinking. If a mouth is better than a hand… and if I need a mouth I trust…”

Andie waggled her eyebrows. Liara blushed and nearly shot straight up.

“Me?!”

“Why not?” Andie shot back. “We live together, we’re friends. You already know how to do it.”

Liara stared. Surely Andie wasn’t being serious. How could she be suggesting something like this?

“Is that why you offered to ‘help me out?’” Liara asked. “So you could ask me to return the favor?”

Andie shrugged.

“It might have occurred to me,” Andie said. “Besides… it seemed like you enjoyed it.”

“I mean, I enjoyed the relief,” Liara said.

“Well I want some relief too!” Andie said.

“You’re not lactating!”

“Not yet!” Andie replied. “Come on.”

She was serious, Liara realized. She didn’t seem to be bothered by any of this whatsoever. Didn’t seem to think it was even mildly transgressive to suggest Liara suck her nipples and try to induce lactation.

“I have a boyfriend!” Liara said, hoping that would be the end of it.

“He doesn’t have to know!” Andie said. “Besides, you think he wouldn’t be into the idea?”

Of course he would, Liara realized. Boys were so predictable. He’d think it was the hottest thing in the world that his girlfriend and her roommate were sucking each other’s tits, feeding off the milk their breasts produced.

“It might not even work,” Liara said, running out of options.

Andie held her hand up to Liara’s chin and wiggled it.

“Not with that attitude.”

As Liara tried to form one last, desperate argument, Andie beat her to the punch, lifting her tank top over her head and exposing her tanned, double-D breasts to the still dorm room air. She shook them, and the two sloping globes jiggled left and right as she swayed her shoulders.

“Come on,” Andie said. “Pucker up.”

Liara’s cheeks burned a deep, crimson red.

“Andie…” she said. “I’ve never, like… done anything with a girl.”

“You just did,” she said, her eyes two thin lines, her lips parted in a big grin.

“So come on,” she continued. “Come to ‘Mama.’”

Liara’s heart thumped in her chest as she realized she was going to do it. She was actually going to suck Andie’s tits.

“You can’t tell anybody,” she said.

“Who am I gonna tell?” Andie asked, lifting her shoulders. Her tits jiggled enticingly as Liara’s head swam.

Liara rotated her body and lay across Andie’s lap, sliding across her ribbed yoga pants and positioning her head beneath her right breast.

“You have to hold me up, a little,” Liara said.