My stomach was a knot of anxiety. Was Bobbi cheating on me or was she just swept away in the moment. They kept kissing and groping each other. Bobbi was doing it as much as Calista. Maybe I was getting cheated on, but seeing two women with perfect bodies making out was fucking hot whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not. I kept watching until I realized that my hand was between my thighs, rubbing my pussy. It was fucking hot whether or not my girlfriend was doing it with someone else. I made a little sound of alarm, pulled my fingers from my pussy, and ran away, leaving Bobbi and Calista to their little tryst.
During meets I didn’t get much of a chance to see Bobbi other than for our prearranged time for her to nurse from me. We had already done that when I caught her with Bobbi so I wouldn’t expect to see her until after everything was done for the day.
I ditched my responsibilities as team manager and headed across campus to Evan’s room. If Bobbi could fuck someone else, then so could I. So what if I was going to fuck a guy she knew I was fucking on the regular, and that she had given permission for me to fuck. I suppose if I really wanted to screw with her sense of morality I would have hooked up with some other woman, but I didn’t have time to do that right then and there.
Getting inside the dorms during the day was incredibly easy. I was a familiar face to most of Evan’s floor mates. I wanted to surprise him in his room, jump all over him, make him fuck me, make him drink all my milk, drain my tits completely so there wouldn’t be any left for Bobbi to have. Instead of knocking, I just opened the door to his room and walked in.
It should have been locked. It wasn’t.
I should have knocked. I didn’t.
I shouldn’t have seen Evan fucking another girl on his bed, but I did.
She was pretty. Prettier than me. She wasn’t nearly as fat as me. She had smaller tits. She was everything that Evan claimed didn’t attract him to a woman, but there she was on her hands and knees, almost directly facing the door. He was kneeling behind her, presumably with his cock in her twat when I barged in. The three of us stared at each other for a long uncomfortable moment.
“What the fuck are you doing, Evan?” I demanded of him, even though it was obvious what he was doing.
“Holly. Hi. This is Cindy. She’s in our Human Bio class.”
Cindy, the pretty little slut, actually smiled at me and lifted on hand off the bed to give me a little wave.
“Hi, Holly.”
I didn’t answer her. I just slammed the door and walked away. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen Evan fuck someone else before, but that someone else was Bobbi and I had encouraged him to do it. I had helped him do it. And it wasn’t like Evan and I had made a formal agreement not to date or have sex with someone else besides Bobbi.
Even so, I felt betrayed.
I was proud of myself that I got all the way to the library and up to the third floor study carrels before I sat down and cried to myself.
Chapter Thirteen
What killed me the most was when I finally went back to our dorm room, Bobbi was there, reading a textbook while she lay on her bed, and she pretended like nothing had happened.
“Where have you been?” she asked me when I walked in. “I couldn’t find you anywhere when the meet was over.”
I just waved my hand at her and flopped on my bed. After I had finished crying I had shoved my head in one of the tiny sinks in the library bathrooms and let the cold water wash away my tears and the puffiness I always got when I cried. I probably looked okay physically, but emotionally I was a wreck. There was the possibility that I would have been okay if only Bobbi or Evan had cheated on me, but the both of them just devastated me.
“Where were you?” Bobbi asked me.
I groaned and rolled over to face the wall. “Exhausted,” I said. “We were losing anyway.”
“We wound up winning. How come you weren’t here when I got back?”
I made a noise. “I was too tired to walk all the way back here. I stopped at the union and ate everything I could get my hands on.” I only wished that was true. My stomach as shrinking in on itself but I wasn’t hungry.
The tone of Bobbi’s voice changed, like she knew what I was up to. “If you went to Evan’s to have sex, that’s fine. You can just tell me. I’m not jealous of him.”
“I didn’t go to Evan’s. I didn’t have sex with him.” One lie and one truth. That balanced things in the universe, right?
“You’ve been eating in the union all this time?” she asked me doubtfully.
“Yeah, and other stuff too. What’s so hard to believe? Isn’t my ass fat enough for you to believe that?”
Bobbi fell quiet. “Okay. Fine. Whatever. I’ve got homework to do.”
I stared at the wall for a long time, not thinking, not doing anything. I could hear her turning the pages of the book and shifting on her bed, but that was the only sounds in our room. Other noises drifted in from the campus and the dorm, but nothing that caught my attention.
I don’t know how long I stared at the wall while Bobbi read, but it was ridiculously long. I should have done something, anything. Confronted her about Calista or even just asked her about it. Because I was forcing myself not to think, it took forever for me to come up with a way to broach the conversation.
“I lied,” I said to the wall, but I knew she heard me. “I did go to Evan’s.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that? So you got horny and wanted to get laid. I understand. No big deal.”
I rolled over and looked at the woman whom I had considered my girlfriend for the past month. “I walked in on him fucking some girl named Cindy.” I bluntly spat out the words at her.
Bobbi sucked in her breath in surprise. But was she surprised because of my little revelation about Evan or because she felt parallel guilt for him. Did they know the other was cheating on me? I had no idea.
“Please tell me you’re kidding,” she finally said, giving no indication that she had been recently cheating on me. I didn’t know for certain she and Calista had been fucking, but that was splitting hairs.
“Nope. She actually waved at me when his dick was in her.” I started crying again, silently this time, but I could feel the tears sliding down my cheeks. “She’s prettier than me. She’s prettier than you.” I half laughed, but it came out as a sad sob. “She might even have a better body than you.”
A little noise came out of Bobbi’s mouth. She dropped her book and slid off her bed to come over to mine. I should have shoved her away. I should have accused her of cheating on me just to see what happened. But I didn’t. When she slipped onto the bed and held me, I let her. She was giving me comfort because of my cheating boyfriend, but she was just as much of a cheater as he was.
Still, I let her hold me for a minute. It felt good. And then her hands went up underneath my shirt and I knew what she was doing and I wanted to tell her no but I didn’t. I let her get my shirt and bra off. Bobbi wasn’t trying to seduce me into having sex. She was trying to bare my breasts. I don’t know if she was actually hungry to the point where her body craved my milk or if she was just a little bit horny—honestly, how much could she have done with Calista in the locker room with coaches and every member of the team possibly walking in at any second—or if she was trying to comfort me because she knew how much I loved to be nursed, but I let her.
Once I was topless, she latched on to my breast, which was heavy with milk because it had been hours since she had taken her fill right before her race, and started sucking happily away. It felt good, but I hated it. I wondered if this was how it felt for people who knew their significant others were cheating on them, but still had sex with them because they didn’t know what to do. Did they all love the sex but hate the person, or hate the sex and love the person.
It was fucking confusing and I was ready to be done with relationships and I had barely started having one—okay, two—and they were both falling apart.
Some things can’t be controlled. I couldn’t control my
body’s milk production or it’s response to Bobbi’s nursing. I let out little sighs and moans as she nursed from me and I shivered with delight when her hand went between my legs and started rubbing. I was certain she could feel the wetness of my pussy through my leggings. Without wanting to, I wondered what her pussy was doing, how wet it was, and I pulled her closer to me.
Naturally we did wind up having sex, but as a bit of petty revenge, I made Bobbi do all the work. I barely touched her at all, but she was busy with my tits and pussy, making me cum. I did nothing to get her off, but I did allow her to ride my thigh, grinding her panty-covered pussy against me, which was enough to get her off.
“What are you going to do about Evan?” she asked me afterwards.
“I don’t know,” I moaned in complaint and rolled over. After heaving a sigh, I added, “Yes, I do. I’m going to fucking break it off with him. I mean, if he wants to fuck other girls, that’s fine, but the least he could have done is told me. It’s not like I’m not open-minded.”
“Has he tried to call or text you?” she asked. “It has been a few hours.”
“I don’t know. I turned off my phone.”
Breaking up with Evan would be easy. With Bobbi, not so much. We lived together. I was contracted to provide her milk. And I didn’t want to lose my one friend. And If I lost my one friend I’d be replaced by someone else who’d be happy to provide her with milk for a free college education.
It fucking sucked.
“He probably was fucking her then because he figured you’d be busy at the track meet,” Bobbi told me.
That was obvious to me. Now. I looked at Bobbi and wondered what she was doing when I wasn’t around.
I had a good idea.
The next day I skipped my classes. I had a good idea where Evan and Bobbi were supposed to be all day. They must have figured I was in class all day being a good girl. That’s what they thought of me, always following the rules because I was afraid of destroying my future. I hadn’t skipped class once in my life.
I didn’t meet Evan for breakfast. I didn’t go to Human Bio with him. Instead, after leaving the dorm I ate a quick on the go breakfast from one of the kiosks and circled back to my dorm room. It would have been incredibly easy just to barge in; it was my room after all. But I didn’t. Technically my room was on the first floor but the way the dorm was built into the side of the hill and it wasn’t at ground level. Still, I could stand back far enough on the hill and stare into the windows. Usually we didn’t close our blinds all the way but this morning they were, or they were angled the wrong way. I knew that Bobbi had a mid-morning class so I waited at the end of the hallway, watching the door to my room.
It wasn’t a shock, but a disappointment, when both Bobbi and Calista came out of our room. They weren’t holding hands or anything, but when they headed the opposite way down the hall, I followed, carefully and at a distance. When they exited the dorm, they gave each other a quick, friendly kiss. Again, not damning, but after the previous day, it was damning enough. Bobbi was going to get a reputation of a notorious lesbian on campus if she wasn’t careful.
Going back to my room, I swept back the covers on Bobbi’s bed and found the sheets still warm, but it was the wet spot they had left behind that was definitely not sweat that confirmed it for me. Bobbi and I hadn’t had sex that morning and she had nursed on me in my bed.
The numbness slowly spread through me. I waited for Evan outside the liberal arts building. Following him was easy. He wasn’t looking for me. And Cindy was waiting for him. They kissed upon meeting and held hands when they walked back to her dorm. I lost them inside the dorm, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were doing.
I waited.
I waited a long time. Eventually they came out of her small dorm room. I marched up to Evan while he was holding her hand before they parted ways. The moment he saw me, he dropped her hand, but it was already too late. I could smell the sex on them. On him. “We’re done,” I told him, seething with anger.
“It’s not what it looks like, Holly,” he said quickly. “We’re really just friends.”
“Friends with benefits?” I asked him snidely. “Friends who fuck? You like fat girls like me, and you’re just fucking her as a distraction?”
Cindy had the good graces to blanch at my words, but she didn’t say anything. I turned to her. “He cheated on me. He’s going to cheat on you.” I marched away. If he liked fat chicks, I hoped he stared at my fat ass while I walked away. Maybe Cindy would clue in.
I waited for Bobbi back at our room. She came in at the usual time with a happy smile on her face. Of course she was happy. She had recently fucked her new girlfriend who was prettier than me and had a perfect body. “Hey, how are you?”
I only acknowledged her with a nod before pulling up my shirt to expose my tits. “Ready for me?” I asked.
“Always,” she said happily. “You look very full. It’s like I didn’t nurse from you this morning.” She sidled up to me and we lay down together on my bed. Automatically her mouth went to my breast.
Before she had the opportunity to lull me into complacency by nursing on me, I asked the question. “I saw you with Calista. Are you in love with her?” Maybe it was unfair of me to ask her that question when her mouth was full of my breast and my milk. I didn’t feel like being fair.
Bobbi let my nipple slide from her mouth. She had the good manners not to deny that I’d caught her being unfaithful. Did that word even apply to our relationship?
“How…how do you know about us?” she asked.
I shouldn’t have answered, but I did. “I saw the two of you.”
With a frown on her face, Bobbi admitted it. “I’m not in love with her, but the sex with her…it’s different than with you. Not better. Just different. And I don’t want to be the person who fell in love with my roommate only for her to leave me for a boy.”
“That’s a lame excuse,” I said, pulling down my shirt, denying my breasts and milk to her.
“I know but…but it’s all I have. It’s just sex with me and Calista,” she hastened to add. “I’m not in love with her.”
I practically snorted at her denial. “And I suppose you love me, is that it?”
The silence hung between us a long time. She looked away. “Love? Maybe I do.”
The glare I gave her made her frown deeper.
“I don’t know what I feel for whom,” she said. Maybe she was being honest. I couldn’t tell. “I don’t know anything.”
More than anything I wanted to scream at her, to tell her to leave, that I hated her, but it wasn’t the truth. I didn’t even hate Evan; I was just upset and depressed that he hadn’t been truthful with me. I was certain that Bobbi was just a college fling, and it would end when her track career did, or we graduated, or she found someone else willing to nurse her, or I found a better lover, but for the moment, I was willing to overlook all of that.
My tits were aching for relief. There was milk to be sucked. I lifted up my shirt. “Go ahead,” I told her. “I need it as much as you do.”
End
Faithless Milk
Angie is caught cheating by her husband. Instead of having a marriage-ending freakout, he instead asks her for a concession: to start lactating again so he can enjoy her wonderfully milky breasts. This seems an excellent solution to Angie and she readily agrees not only to make her husband happy but so that she can continue on her affair with her lover…
Part One
Angie
Chapter One
Angie set the time on her phone, set it on the dresser, pulled up her nightshirt, and rolled to her side to face Rob. His eager grin made her roll her eyes. He didn’t see that because he was completely fixated on her small breasts.
In actuality they weren’t that small; they were average sized if anything, but she had lost weight over the past few years, not a lot, but enough, and they had shrunk from her peak weight and when she was breastfeeding their two children.<
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“Are you just going to stare or are you going to do this?” she asked him.
“Savoring the moment.”
Angie sighed. “Savoring time is over. It’s time to get to work.”
Rob moved closed to his wife, kissed her cheek, and slid down her body until his face was level with her chest. She let out a little exhale that wasn’t quite a sigh when he drew her small nipple into his mouth and started gently sucking, playing with the nipple, rolling it between his tongue and lips.
After a minute, Angie got frustrated with him. “I’m glad you’re having fun, but you really need to actually suck on it if you want this to happen. Stop playing games.”
He looked up at her in surprise. “Oh. Right. Sure. I can do that.” He bent back down and pulled as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, sucking with enough force that she startled slightly at the pressure, but then quickly settled down because after the initial shock, what he was doing to her felt lovely.
While it wasn’t the first thing that Angie would want to admit, she rather liked her tits played with and sucked on, either during sex or as foreplay. This wasn’t supposed to be either, but she still found herself liking it. Getting her tits sucked on relaxed her and she was reminded of the time she had spent nursing her children when they were babies. It made her happy to nurse them. It now made her happy to nurse Rob…and it turned her on too.
“Do you want me to stop?” Rob asked. He had abruptly pulled back from her breast.
“What?” Angie had become so relaxed that his sudden question brought her out of her near-meditative state.
“You were moaning. Was I hurting you?”
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