Once he was suited up, he climbed back onto the bed and on top of me. I’ll give him credit. He didn’t complain about my fat rolls. We went totally traditional and got into missionary position, him between my legs. It took a bit of fumbling about, but eventually he found my entrance—I had to help him—and when he pushed inside of me, I remembered what was so great about sex with an actual cock.
Everything.
We didn’t talk about what we wanted or how to fuck, we just did it. The rawness of the moment was really the best part. It was hard and fast and Evan lasted a good amount of time for an eager young college guy. He actually made me came a second time before he came; I appreciated that. I kept my moans and noises to a minimum, even though I wanted to scream as loudly as possible. I would have been happy for him to flip me over and fuck me from behind because that way I could stifle my screams into the pillow.
After he came and we rested together a minute, he pulled out, took off the condom, tied it off, and tossed it into the trash. I was certain he was going to throw on his clothes and run for the door, but instead he got back in bed next to me, skin to skin, and held me like he was an actual boyfriend.
“That was great. Thank you.”
I was exhausted. He as spooning me from behind—his arms were around me and I could feel his now soft cock against my ass—and I was running my finger up and down the ropey muscles of his forearm. “Uh huh. Thank you too.”
That was the last thing I remember before I fell asleep.
Chapter Three
“What the fuck!” Bobbi declared, waking up both me and Evan. I sat bolt upright on the bed, letting the sheets fall and exposing my tits, not that it mattered. She had seen my tits plenty of times before.
“Sorry!” I apologized. Unnecessarily. Bobbi wasn’t offended at the sight of my boobs and I didn’t have to apologize for having sex in my bed in my room.
Evan’s reaction? “Oh shit.”
Bobbi just looked at the two of us hiding under the covers of my bed for a long moment. “I’ll give you a minute,” she said and then backed out of the room, leaving me and the guy I had just fucked alone. It was probably going to be the last time I saw him.
Wasting no time, Evan practically jumped out of my bed and started gathering up his clothes, dressing quickly. “You didn’t tell me your roommate would be back so soon.” He glanced at his phone and saw the time. “Shitstains! It’s noon. I’m fucked. We fell asleep. I didn’t mean to do that.”
I didn’t bother dressing. I’d just have to take my shirt off to nurse Bobbi, but I did slide my ass out of bed to grab the robe I usually wore to the bathroom. “Sorry,” I apologized to him and I meant it.
He was mostly dressed and was stomping his shoes back on. “Sorry nothing. This was great. I’ll give you a call later. Is that okay?”
I was in shock. I expected him to fuck and run. It was probably just a nice lie he was telling to make me feel good about have cheap, tawdry sex with a girl of low self-esteem, but it was a nice gesture on his part.
“It’s…fine,” I agreed.
He smiled at me and walked up to give me a kiss. I didn’t resist when he swept back to robe after kissing me, to get a view of my naked body again. “Beautiful,” he said, and then furrowed his brow.
“Is that sweat?” he asked, looking at my naked breasts. I glanced down at my nipples and saw that between the sex, the sight of Bobbi, and the time of day, my milk had started letting down. Maybe Evan was into fucking fatties, but he certainly wasn’t into fucking fatties whose tits leaked milk.
I covered myself with the robe. “Yeah. I tend to sweat when I sleep. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” He gave me a quick kiss and opened the door. Bobbi was there with a pissed look on her face. She allowed him to leave and then marched inside.
“My milk is already letting down,” I said. That tended to happen at our usual feeding times when I was full. “Do you want to use your bed or mine?”
Her expression changed from pissed to disgusted after peering at my bed. “Mine. I’m surprised you have any milk for me.”
“He didn’t nurse on me at all,” I told her as we got onto her bed.
“Whatever. Just…just let me drink. I’m hungry.”
As Bobbi cozied up next to me, I reflected at how her body lean and angular, was halfway between Evan’s and mine in shape.
It was the first time that Bobbi had ever really been mad at me. We’d had disagreements before, sure, but this was different. It didn’t stop the bond between us, however. She needed to nurse and I needed her to nurse because my tits were starting to ache and if I didn’t nurse her then my college money would be gone and then everything would fall apart.
So she nursed, but she wasn’t gentle about it. Normally my milk let down and she’d suck it down, but it always felt good. This time was different. It still felt good, but there was a certain pressure to perform, a certain amount of discomfort at the same time.
Even so, I couldn’t help from making the little noises that I always did when Bobbi nursed. Even after Evan and I had fucked and I had cum twice. I was that much of a hormonal slut that I imagined having sex with her while she nursed. It was exquisite torture.
Eventually we fell into the usual rhythm of breathing and nursing. It was a forced intimacy that had been affecting me in the wrong way. And maybe Bobbi as well. We liked each other well enough, but I felt myself falling for her physically and emotionally. I don’t know what exactly she had been feeling for me, but her anger at seeing me with Evan gave away at least some of her feelings.
Neither of us had had a romantic partner during our time at college. It wasn’t just our studies, Bobbi’s training, and our nursing that was preventing us from having a relationship with someone else.
Generally, during Bobbi’s lunchtime feeding, I tended to doze, which is what I did that day until she rudely woke me up when she finished. “Why were you fucking him?” she demanded as she sat up, her hunger quenched for the moment.
I shrugged and pulled my robe around me, momentarily modest. “I don’t know. I was horny and I wanted to and he was cute and it seemed the right thing to do just then. What does it matter. I can have a boyfriend if I want.” It was a little early to be making the boyfriend leap, but I put it out there anyway.
“I thought you—“” and she caught herself before finishing the statement. “It’s not going to interfere with our agreement, is it?”
Our agreement was an actual contract that I had signed. It was worth real money to me. “Of course not.”
“Does he know about…about what you and I do?” she demanded.
“No.”
She nodded. “Good. Fine. I mean, it’s not like I have to stop you from having friends, right?”
“Right.”
She headed for the door. “I’ll see you at dinnertime.”
“Right.”
I was never an athlete and, in my opinion, athletes are more than a little weird because they are so obsessed with an activity that, under the best of circumstances, will give them a career that’ll last a less than five year in most cases. But that’s just me and no one cares about my opinion.
They’ll do anything and everything to give themselves a little advantage. You don’t see students obsessing over what material their pens are made of or what type of ink is used to write notes, but I haven’t met a serious athlete who couldn’t tell me the exact fabric composition of every item of their clothing along with the manufacturing process. But again, just my opinion.
A lot of college athletes had moved beyond traditional doping—pills and such—to other things that they believed gave them an advantage. Sleeping inside of oxygen rich tents. Sleeping inside of oxygen poor tents. Working out with weights lining their uniforms. Wearing only a certain color. Eating only a certain food. Somewhere along the line some coach—probably the parent of a newborn—became obsessed with the idea of breast milk being the perfect food for babies and athletes. I’m not g
oing to go through the tortured logic—pure, easy to digest, high energy, low allergen reaction—but it directly benefited me.
Evan was semi-true to his word and texted me instead of calling. I’d never been in a text conversation like that before and I loved it. The flirting and teasing and planning and hoping. Our schedules didn’t mesh for another hookup until the next afternoon, but I was looking forward to it.
After my afternoon class, I met Bobbi in our room for her evening meal. Well, the first part of her evening meal. She drained my tits dry and then we went to the dining hall for a proper meal. Even if I had been producing enough milk to sustain an active adult woman I doubt that it would have all the nutrition she needed. My milk was just a supplement, not a complete replacement. Things were much better between us when Evan wasn’t there. We had dinner, chatted, went back to the dorm, studied, hung out, and then got ready for bed.
As usual, I put on my oversized nightshirt while Bobbi dressed in her tiny tank top of fuzzy bottoms.
“How full are you?” she asked.
I put down my water bottle—I was always drinking water because milk production demanded it—and cupped my breasts, hefting them up a little to get a feel of their weight and fullness. I wasn’t bursting, but I was getting there. “Pretty full. You hungry?”
I’d learned that because athletes have so much muscle mass they are always hungry, always burning calories just by sitting there breathing. Bobbi was no exception. “Midnight snack,” she said as she gestured for me to get in bed. She followed me under the covers.
Her hands pulled my nightshirt up over my breasts, essentially leaving me naked. I didn’t go without underwear during the night because I’m some sexy monster looking to get laid. I was tired of getting so turned on by Bobbi’s nursing and soaking my panties that it was just easier to go without. She latched on right away, settled in next to me, and nursed away.
As always, I focused on the pleasure of giving her my milk. And it was pleasurable. And as always, I fantasized about what it would be like to go beyond just nursing Bobbi to actually having sex with her. I stroked her short hair and she didn’t mind. I let my imagination run wild, thinking about what it would be like to have sex with both Bobbi and Evan. Those fantasies were even better.
Generally Bobbi kept her hands to herself when she nursed, except for occasionally repositioning herself or me. Tonight she rested her hand on my hip and then slowly, but steadily, let it slide down to my ass, gently cupping my big butt. I noticed she was playing with my nipple in her mouth a lot more than normal. Or maybe I was imagining it. Or maybe I was wanting to imagine it. She moved between my breasts, making sure both were sufficiently drained, and then finally looked up at me.
“Do you know how sweet breast milk is?” she asked me.
I did know because, out of curiosity, I’d tasted it myself. It’s very sweet. Like fruit juice without any real flavor. “No,” I said.
“Try it,” she encouraged me. With her fingers, she manipulated my nipple a bit, squeezing the soft flesh of my breast until it produced a few whitish drops on the tip of the nipple. She wiped up those little pearls with her finger and offered it to me, an inch from my lips. I couldn’t resist. I had to find out what game she was playing. I tasted my milk on her finger, sucking in her fingertip just far enough to taste—and to tease. As I expected, it was deliciously sweet. I sucked longer than necessary.
“More?” she asked.
“Sure.”
Instead of squeezing my breast and making me produce more milk, she leaned up toward me and gave me a kiss on my lips. That wasn’t enough for her—or for me—and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. It wasn’t a casual or teasing kiss; it was the kiss of a lover.
I didn’t know why exactly she was kissing me—Actual attraction? Jealousy? Fear of losing my milk?—but I wasn’t going to complain.
She moved on top of me, letting her weight rest on me as we continued to kiss. When I tugged up her tank top to free her breasts, she leaned up and helped me. She encouraged me to suck on her little nipples, moaning a little as I did in inexpertly, but at the same time she pulled my nightshirt all the way off so I was completely naked.
I figured that Bobbi wanted it as much as I did. When she laid back down on top of me, I ran my fingers down her muscular back and inside her small pajama bottoms. Her ass was incredibly firm. A strong contrast to mine. I was eager and I wanted more. She didn’t complain when I rolled her over so she was on her back and I pulled off her bottoms, exposing the little triangle of her blonde pubic hair at the apex of her muscular thighs.
“You don’t have to,” she said as I kissed my way down from her pert breasts, to her flat tummy, to the edge of her mound.
“I want to,” I told her as I pushed apart her thighs, exposing her pussy. I licked once along the length of her slit, tasting her muskiness and seeing she was as wet me. I had never done this before but I had fantasized about it more than I wanted to admit to myself. I knew what I liked so I just did that to Bobbi. Finding her clit was easy because it was swollen pink and almost throbbed under my tongue. She gasped as I licked and sucked on it, struggling and writhing to the point where I thought she was fighting back.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked as she pushed back at my shoulders.
“No,” she gasped desperately. “Finish me off!”
Apparently I was doing everything right. I locked my arms around her strong thighs and held her in place while I continued to pleasure her pussy. It didn’t take too much longer to actually make her cum. I wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to because too many women are hung up about sex and don’t know how to have an orgasm, but Bobbi didn’t have that problem. When she came she made a noise that frightening me, like she was in real pain, and her pussy got so wet and hot that I thought she was on fire, but apparently that was just the way that Bobbi came.
“Good?” I asked her when she was done but still panting with exertion.
“Yeah. Good. I needed that.”
“Glad to help,” I said as I repositioned myself next to her naked body. She wiped my chin and cheeks with her hand, removing her juices, before we kissed again. I wanted to do more, but we just held each other for a minute and before I knew it Bobbi was softly dozing. I resolved to let her sleep for a bit, then wake her up for more sex, but I fell asleep too soon.
Chapter Four
But Bobbi wasn’t done. She woke me up in the middle of the night with her mouth on my breast, nursing. She’d done that before, climbed into my bed for a quick drink, but this was different. She nursed and played with my nipples. I took her hand and slid it down my body, hoping she wasn’t disgusted by my rolls of fat, until we got to between my legs. She wasn’t shy about holding my pussy, but she was hesitant about actually exploring me. After a little bit of encouragement she got the idea, manipulating my lips and clit, making me pant, wanting more. Eventually she stopped nursing on my tits and just played with my pussy.
“More,” I begged her. “Harder. Faster.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“More!” I demanded, thrusting my hips back and forth to get her to do what I wanted. She got the idea. Maybe her pussy was a delicate little thing, but mine was made for rough sex. It took Bobbi some experimentation, but eventually she got to the point where her palm was slapping directly against my pussy, jamming her fingers in and out of my wetness, until I came. I clutched her body to mine. It was heaven. I wanted more, but we both must have passed out.
The alarm on Bobbi’s phone went off. It was six a.m. Again. Bobbi slipped out of my bed, stumbled naked over to her side of the room, found her phone, turned it off, and stumbled back into my bed. “Early,” she complained.
“It’s always early.”
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed. Her mouth quickly found my nipple and she settled in to feast on my milk, like any other morning. And like any other morning, it felt good, especially with her naked body next to mine. She drank quickly, st
eadily coming awake. Bobbi let her fingers explore my body and I wasn’t ashamed. I told myself I wasn’t ashamed.
My breasts weren’t nearly as full as they normally were in the morning because she had nursed from me in the middle of the night, so her quick energy breakfast was cut short. Bobbi smacked her lips on my nipple and said, “I want more, but I need to go run.”
“Okay,” I sleepily agreed.
“Will you be here when I get back? In bed, I mean.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I mumbled.
“I mean…you know…to mess around a bit,” she said.
I opened my eyes. She was looking directly at me. I wanted to tell her about my secret affair with Buzzy, but I didn’t. “I’ll be here,” I promised her. Sex does that to the brain. You have a little, and then you want a whole lot more.
I drifted back to sleep, normally I’d get out Buzzy, fuck myself, and go to the showers, but I wanted Bobbi’s warm, sweaty body next to mine for a little sex before I showered. I wanted to get out Buzzy and keep myself on edge but that seemed rude, so I just tucked my hand between my pudgy thighs and kept myself on edge until Bobbi returned almost an hour later.
She was hot and sweaty and stripped off all her clothes and climbed in bed with me and latched on to my tits and started sucking away. There was no objection when I slipped my hand between her thighs and found the entrance to her pussy. She was nice and wet already; she must have been fantasizing about me.
Bobbi was quick and efficient with drinking my milk. She had to be. We were running out of time if we wanted to shower and eat an actual breakfast and get to class
“Is this bad,” she asked as I started thrusting my finger in and out of her pussy, making her give up my nipple so she could properly pant as she approached orgasm.
“Yes,” I told her with a wicked smile. “That’s why it feels so good.”
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