I had always admired her. This cute young Mom nursing her baby while trying to keep up with the demands of university. Juggling lectures with childcare, I don't know how she did it? I am not sure of my motives for starting up a friendship, but hey, we soon kicked it off really well.
I was in my first year of a nursing degree at Latrobe University. Simone was in her second year, but she had to pick up a few 1st year subjects after having her child Annika late last year. We shared a few classes together. I had taken a few years off study after finishing school before going on to study. At 25, I did not really fit in with the younger students. Whereas with Simone, 28 years old, we seemed to be at the same level. Some of my friends had starting having kids, so much of our conversation was around Uni as well as sleep routines, nappies and feeding. I just loved spending time with her, not only for her friendship but she was so beautiful. I was really envious, and secretly infatuated by this slightly older, competent woman.
Four months on from having a child, it hardly showed! Her waist was slender, she had quickly lost her baby fat from her hips. Simone's long dark brown hair was either clasped behind in a ponytail, or hung sexily down over her shoulders. As she was breastfeeding, Simone's breasts were also firm and large. My God, was she gorgeous! I enjoyed being with her as a friend, but I soon found myself becoming 'intrigued' as I watched her feed Annika. As time went on and I found myself fantasising about her, I realised that my intrigue was quickly turning into desire. I had never had a sexual relationship with another woman before, but I found the idea very compelling, especially with Simone as the object of my dreams. I thought however, that this idea would never go anywhere, she was married with a child. How crazy must I be to think she would be interested in me?
We began hanging out together more. I assumed she just liked me, but I knew what my motivations were. Being with Simone was such a turn-on, and I found the sight of her feeding Annie to be very erotic. Quite often after watching her, while casually trying to maintain a conversation, I would find myself getting aroused. It was difficult not to squirm as I felt sensations welling deep within my pussy. I would race home to bring myself to orgasm, fantasising about feeding on her breasts while being touched deeply by her fingers, or bringing her to orgasm with my tongue on her clitoris, with milk draining from her nipples as she came under my touch. I have never felt this way before, but did not think there was anything wrong. I just let my fantasies run wild, and I sought out ways to spend more time with Simone.
We ended up in tutorial groups together. I offered to do joint assignments with her. We sat together in class. Many of our lunch times were spent going over to the on-campus child-care centre where Simone would feed Annika and spend time playing with her. We soon began shopping and spending time on weekends. Her husband, Aaron did not seem to mind me being around. I think he even liked it, as he would often gently flirt, and sometimes I would catch him looking at me with a hunger in his eyes. Oh well, if it gave me greater access to the object of my desire, so be it! Simone on one occasion told me that their relationship had subtly changed since Anninka had been born. He seemed more distant, often spending more time away from home as a park ranger, or out playing golf with his mates. Simone told me that she was really grateful for having me around as a friend. Win-win-win, I thought.
I was single at the moment. Especially while I had all these new feelings and desires wash over me, I was happy to stay that way. I had never had troubles finding guys to be interested in me throughout college. I suppose I am attactive, and at least that's what the guys say as they are trying to pick me up. Friendships with guys always seemed to be hard for they always seemed to become sexual after a while. I'm 5' 7" and about 140 lbs, with shoulder length red hair. My deep green eyes bely my Irish heritage. I've always been sporty, going skiing in winter, and keeping fit and trim by going to the gym.
I moved out of home into a small but stylish apartment about two years ago. Not too far away from my twin sister, married and just moved into her new house. I also spent time with her, it seemed important especially as she was expecting her first child in 2 months. There is something very close in the relationship between identical twins, but still I could not tell Lydia about my feelings for Simone.
One day Simone asked me to come with her to a seminar on breastfeeding by the Breastfeeding Association. Aaron was away that weekend, and given my fantasies about her I needed no more encouragement. On the Saturday morning we headed off to the community centre. Wow, it was like heaven for me! In the room were about 15 women, most with young babies, some about to give birth, all talking about the breast and milk. What is it about this that I find SO sexual? Oh my, I could have fucked any of these gorgeous women. As I sat there I dreamt of offering myself to any, or all of these women to be totally used and abused sexually, just to be able to feed from their breasts. Man, was I turned on! The seminar was about latching on, feeding positions, how to bring on milk, nipple care. I just sat there 'drinking' it all in.
Afterwards at her home I gave Simone such a huge hug. "Thanks for asking me to come. Thanks for sharing this with me, you're such a good friend", I said. Simone returned the hug, and held on to me. Oh I could feel her tight breasts held against me. Her warmth made me blush. I didn't want it to end.
"Thanks Lora" Simone replied as she pulled away, "You've come to mean so much to me. You might have guessed, but things aren't going so well with Aaron at the moment. I really need you to be around" She held on to my hand. Her cheeks were red, and her breathing heavy. Should I kiss her, I thought to myself? But then she pulled away, "Oops, looks like it's time to feed again" She laughed as she nodded her head down to her breasts. Wet patches had soaked through her bra, two darker patches of milk surrounded her nipples. Were her nipples swollen, I thought? Is she turned on? Simone turned away to lift Annika from the rug and sat down on the couch and began to unbutton her blouse.
I sat next to her and watched her feed Annie, but boy was I turned on. I wanted it to be me feeding from her. I kept crossing my legs, clenching my pussy in sexual frustration. Man, I need some release! Simone sat there on the couch, I moved next to her and held her hand. Simone closed her eyes and gently began rocking as she fed, as if she were floating on the sensations of the baby gurgling and rythmically sucking from her and of the sensual closeness between a mother and a child. I just sat there entranced by this beautiful sight, not daring to break this special moment. I did not want to lose this touch even if she were just holding my hand. I wanted to write this image deep in my heart. Fuck, was she sexy!
Simone seemed to wake up then. Her eyes opened, and she pulled her hand away from mine. She leant forward to pull Annika off. She was changing sides. And for a while she just sat there. Her long swollen nipple shining from the milk, standing free and proud. She looked up at me and smiled. It was just inches away. Should I? And then the opportunity had passed. Damn! Why didn't I make a move? She moved Annie around and latched her onto the other side, before doing up the left side of her maternity bra. We chatted and made small talk while she kept feeding Annika. We talked a bit about Uni and an assignment we were doing, but I felt embarrased and soon made an excuse to leave. I leant over to kiss Simone lightly on the cheek before leaving. "Thanks Simone, I'll see you on Monday". I made to leave and Simone reached out to touch my arm, "Hey Lora, look ... yeah, I'll see you then".
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" I swore as I drove home. How lame are you? Why didn't you try something? I kept on thinking. For the rest of the weekend I could get her out of my mind. My frustration just kept building. I reached for the phone a few times, but I never called.
When I lay in bed that night all I could do was think of her. I ran my hands over my body, my breasts, my legs. I touched my cunt, my clitoris and brought myself to orgasm again and again. I dreamt of being naked with her, my mouth wrapped around her nipples, milk streaming down my throat. I masturbated while dreaming of Simone lying on top of me, her thigh grinding and pressing down onto my pussy causing me to come as I drank her milk.
Well Monday came. I was so nervous about seeing Simone again. I felt like a teenage girl about to go on a first date. I spent a long time choosing what to wear. I wanted something subtly sexy. I knew I was thinking of her, maybe if I dressed up a bit whe couldn't but help notice me too. I wore my hair down and a just some light make-up. It was a warm day and I wanted to show some leg. I wore a printed summer dress with a bra-top and a light woolen cardigan on top. I slipped a pair of leather sandals on. Before heading out I looked in the mirror. The dress was perfect, I thought. The top of my dress showed some cleavage and wrapped firmly around my waist. The bottom of the dress was loose allowing me to show my legs by letting it slide up, or by crossing my legs. Underneath my hair, there was plenty of skin showing on my back. "Let's make all that work at the gym pay off", I thought as I headed out the door.
"Wow" said Simone, "You look great". She stood there and looked at me for quite some time before giving me a warm embrace. I was in no hurry to pull away, and I wanted her to feel my body. Man, did I want her to notice me. I also got many good comments from other class mates as we headed in to the psych lecture. Today the lecture dragged on and on. We were already 15 minutes over time, and as I looked over at Simone, I was thinking that by the time we get out she will not have time to get over to the childcare centre to feed Annika before the next lecture starts. As if she was reading my mind Simone passed over a note with a pained look on her face: "Damn this boring lecture, I'm running out of time. Annie will be OK, but I am FULL!", it said. I glanced down at her breasts and noticed that she was leaking. Well it was in my mind; nothing ventured nothing gained, so I wrote back: "Oh well, Maybe I can help? I've been to the feeding class. I know what to do...". I passed it over with a wink. As Simone read it, I noticed her cheeks going red. Oh no, she's embarrased. Obviously I had gone too far. She held her head down for a while, not looking back before scribbling down on the note something and passing it back; "We need to talk! Follow me up to the changerooms, don't say anything, just follow me in".
Needless to say the remaining minutes seemed to drag on. The lecturer could have been talking in Latin for all I was listening. What was going to happen? Have I offended her? Did she bite the apple? I kept on glancing over at Simone. Today she wore a long sleeve pink skivvy top that clung tightly to her waist and breasts. She had jeans on that wrapped tightly around her cute bum, and open sandals. Man I could just eat her alive!
Eventually people were packing up their notes and heading out the door. Finally the lecture was over. Simone was ahead of me, she just walked straight ahead. I scrambled to shove my books away, throwing my bag over my shoulder as I rushed out the door. By the time I scrambled past some people, I could see Simone heading up the stairs. The changeroom lay just ahead. I saw her walk in and the door close behind her. My mind was racing, "Oh well, here goes nothing" I thought as I put my hand on the door and pushed to enter.
As soon as I got inside and turned around after locking the door, Simone held me in the tightest embrace. "I'm so ready for you, Lora. I want you so bad, and I want you to have me, to feed from me", she said. With those special words we kissed, passionately and deeply. Our tongues explored each other's lips, chins, ears and necks. Our passion rising with each kiss. We held each other close, hands running over each other. Our legs entwined, we pushed our hips together and ground deeply into each other. "Oh, Simone. I want you so much. I want you now", I whispered into her ear with a hoarse voice dripping with desire. She pulled away from me. Her hands dropped down to the hem of her top, and with her arms crossed, she raised her arms removing her top. She returned to my arms and whispered to me, "I Love you Simone, so much. I need you too" And with that she smiled as her hand un-did her maternity bra, cupping her breast and lifting it to me. I lowered my mouth to gently kiss her nipple, opening my mouth to let my tongue explore and taste her. And then I opened my mouth and took her large swollen nipple into my mouth and began to slowly draw on her. I felt a slight shiver run through Simone's body as milk began to run into my mouth. Drops of warm sweet milk ran onto my tongue as I began to suck a little firmer. Drawing her nipple deep into my mouth and sucking harder all the time, I felt her begin to let down and milk flowed freely into my mouth. Stopping to swallow every now and then, I kept on sucking gently. I could feel Simone relax in my arms as well. Her hand caressed my head as I nursed, guiding me in what I was doing.
"Lora. Oh, Lora", Simone hummed as I sucked from her. She sent streams of milk into my throat. She slid down to sit on the change bench, directing me down as she lowered herself. I lay across her lap and fed hungrily. The milk was sweet and thin. I was in heaven. She kissed the top of my head. I could feel her gently sobbing. I knew I didn't want to change anything in case this magical moment would be broken. My face, neck and cheek were wet with milk. This was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
After what seemed like eternity, she pulled me away. In reality it must have been about fifteen minutes. Her hands dropped behind her back as she unclipped her bra and removed her top. She brought her hand up, with two fingers forming a "V" shape around her nipple, again she pulled me to her. This breast was full. It's nipple strained and as my lips touched her I saw beads of milk forming around her areola. Again I started sucking and swallowing. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. As I drank her precious milk, I could feel Simone moving under my weight. Her other hand dropped from my shoulders and she reached down her jeans. She began to touch herself as she leant backwards against the wall. I kept on sucking firmly and deeply as I felt her breathing getting shorter and more intense. We both began groaning with pleasure, and soon I felt Simone rock with spasms as she came under me. "Ooh, Ooh, Ooh fuck" she cried as I felt her sexual release come in a wave of orgasm. As she came, I felt a thick spurt of milk rush to the back of my throat. She reached around me and held me tightly to her. We held each other like that as I felt her milk supply begin to dry up. "Oh, my sweet Lora", said Simone. "Thank you so much, you are so beautiful". She looked into my eyes. "Look, why don't we clear out of here during the next lecture. We can go to your place. It's close by. I think we need to spend a bit more time exploring what we have just discovered", she said with a cheeky grin. "Yes Honey, let's go", I said. "We can be back here at the end of the day to pick up Annie from the centre".
With that, Simone put her bra and top back on. She gave me the biggest hug and kiss. "Have you ever seen that movie", Simone asked, "where the closing line is 'I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship'"? "No", I replied. "But let's go home and you can tell me all about it".
The End.
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