“You do?” you ask, and maybe you are mortified.
nods. She makes no attempt to put the top back on, even as her efforts at cleanup come to an end. “Jack was the same way: as soon as he saw the first bit of milk, he just had to have some. I think it’s something in the brain, you know?”
“Well…,” you say. Whatever’s happening in your brain isn’t helping your eloquence any. “Er.”
“It’s all right,” says. She takes a step toward you. Her breasts sway heavily with the movement. Your eyes are fixed on them. Even if you wanted to tear your gaze away, to look in the face, you couldn’t.
She puts a hand on your arm and suddenly you realize how close she is. “Go ahead and touch them,” says. “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.”
You raise a hesitant hand, and feel one heavy breast. It seems incredibly warm to the touch, and you wonder if the pulsebeat that you sense through your fingers is 's or your own. A tiny, white droplet of milk appears on ’s nipple as you watch, her breast responding to the contact of your skin.
“You want to taste it?” asks quietly.
The droplet grows heavier, and slides away from the nipple. It tracks a path down the flesh of 's breast until it comes to rest on your hand. Already another has begun to form where the last appeared. The process is as fascinating as anything you have ever seen. You have to remind yourself to breathe.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” says. “We’re all alone here. No one will know. No one will see. If you just want to have a taste, it can stop right then. I’m not going to say a word to anyone.” |