by Selena Kitt
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Jaime whispered, leaning back, breathless, against the door, her breasts heaving, milk making little rivers down her belly, soaking her skirt.
“That was fucking fantastic.” Caroline’s fingers were slick from being buried in her pussy and she sat back, looking at her friend in delighted wonder.
“Um—” Jaime blushed, crossing her arms over her chest, but she didn’t get to finish because the door to the bathroom swung open. Both women froze, wide-eyed, hearing the bang of the door of stall beside them. They covered their mouths, trying not to giggle as Jaime struggled back into her bra, letting Caroline help her with her shirt. By that time, their interrupter was washing up at the sink. They waited for her to leave before slipping out of the stall together.
The women washed their hands, drying them with paper towels. Jaime patted at the waistband of her skirt with paper towel. She’d soaked it with milk.
“I’m all sticky.”
Caroline helped her, both women straightening clothes, fixing hair. “We’ll eat dinner fast so we can get you home and…” She hesitated, meeting Jaime’s bright blue eyes in the mirror, feeling herself flush, seeing the redness creeping into her cheek as she finished her sentence. “Out of those clothes.”
Jaime met her eyes and did something that surprised Caroline far more than anything that had happened so far that night. She leaned over and kissed her, soft and sweet and lingering.
“I like that idea,” Jaime breathed. Then she smiled, licking her lips. “Mmm. I do taste good!”
“Yeah, you do.” Caroline grinned and both women jumped as the bathroom door swung open again.
“Everything okay in here?” Nicki eyed them, frowning. “We were getting worried.”
“Fine!” Caroline sang, grabbing Jaime’s elbow and steering her toward the door. The last thing she wanted to do was make Sergeant Nicki suspicious. She already looked down on them both for being single mothers. Caroline waggled her fingers as they passed. “See you back at the table.”
Caroline’s ravioli was as cold as death, but she wasn’t that hungry anymore anyway and smiled when she realized why—she had a belly full of breast milk. Jaime, on the other hand, was starving. She scarfed down her own fettuccini alfredo and then Caroline’s entrée too. They didn’t talk at all during the rest of the meal, listening to the other moms complain about carpool and soccer games and husbands who came home late and never helped with the dishes, but all the while, their eyes kept meeting, a secret heat between them.
“We’ve got another Moms’ Night Out scheduled next month at P.F. Chang’s,” Nicki reminded them as Jaime and Caroline stood to leave. They weren’t the first to go—another pair of mothers had left just a few minutes earlier, claiming they both had a nine a.m. soccer games to take kids to—but they had both silently agreed that it was time as soon as the first mothers began to disperse. “Are you two coming? Remember, you have to commit to at least two events a month—”
“We’ll let you know,” Jaime said, stopping Caroline’s unuttered reassurances. “Thanks, everyone, it was fun, but I’ve gotta get back to my babies before I burst!”
A few of the mothers smiled in understanding, but Nicki rolled her eyes, muttering, “That’s what bottles are for, right?” as the two of them started away from the table.
“Don’t bother.” Caroline squeezed her friend’s hand, feeling Jaime tense and start to turn back. “Not worth it.”
Back at Jaime’s apartment, Caroline paid Jeanie and inquired about how the night went while Jaime slipped into the bedroom to feed the twins. Kyle was asleep on his belly in the pack’n’play, thumb stuck firmly in his mouth. He’d kicked his covers off and Caroline covered him up, glancing over at Jaime in the rocking chair, a baby cradled in each arm.
“They sleeping?” Caroline tiptoed over. Jaime smiled, kissing the top of Hannah’s nearly-bald blonde head, and then Harry’s. They were fraternal twins, but they looked so much alike it was startling.
“Help me put them down?”
Caroline took Hannah—she was the one in the pink and brown sleeper—her belly tightening as she saw Jaime’s exposed, milky nipple. She fought her own reaction, chiding herself as she put the baby gently down in the crib. Hannah felt light in her arms. Caroline was used to Kyle’s weight, and at a year and a half, he was a hefty little man! Jaime put Harry down next to his sister, and both women smiled at the way the babies sighed and wiggled and stretched until they were touching, side-by-side, probably just as they had been in the womb.
“Thanks for your help.” Jaime found Caroline’s hand, squeezing gently. “I mean… not just now… but tonight at the restaurant too. Thank you…” Jaime glanced sideways at her friend. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Caroline threaded her fingers through hers. “The feeling’s pretty mutual, you know.”
“Is it?” Jaime turned toward her, face tilted up, gaze soft, lips slightly parted.
“Yeah.” Caroline swallowed, glancing over at Kyle sleeping in the playpen. “Listen, I think I’m too drunk to drive home tonight.”
“Good.” Jaime barely whispered the word before she kissed her, as light and sweet as summer rain, and Caroline found herself tangled in her arms, her hair, their bodies pressed tight and close.
“Jaime,” Caroline whispered her name, moaning when her friend’s hand cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. “Oh god…”
“My room.” Jaime led the way, turning the light off and the baby monitor on in the nursery. In the dimness of Jaime’s bedroom, on the double bed she shared with Rob when he was home on leave, the two of them shoved off all the discarded clothes and the forgotten breast pump so they could roll and rock and moan, stripping each other impatiently down to soft, bare skin.
“Have you ever done this before?” Caroline asked, feeling Jaime’s hips moving against hers, their pussies close enough to kiss. The sensation was incredible.
“Nope.” Jaime giggled, slipping her thigh over hers. “There’s a first time for everything, right?”
Caroline couldn’t keep her hands off her, could barely believe this was actually happening. They kissed again, tongues twining, and the feel of Jaime’s wetness against her thigh, riding slowly up and down, was making her crazy.
Jaime broke their kiss with a question. “Have you?”
“Yeah,” Caroline admitted, flushing.
“So teach me.”
Caroline moaned softly, sliding her hand down between Jaime’s soft thighs. Her pussy was incredibly swollen and wet, and she opened eagerly, spreading her legs and pushing her hips up to meet Caroline’s probing fingers.
“I want to lick you.”
“Yes, please.” Jaime nodded, her belly quivering as Caroline kissed her way downward, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers first, and then the slow slide of her tongue. Jaime moaned, pulling her knees back, giving her better access, and Caroline took it, her fingers slipping inside as she explored the pink folds of her friend’s pussy with her mouth.
Caroline couldn’t help touching herself too, rubbing lightly at her clit, teasing, wanting it to go on and on. Jaime mewled and spread and quivered, begging her not to stop, calling out her name, burying her hands in the mass of Caroline’s hair. She could have licked her forever, swallowing the musky taste of her juices, letting them nourish her just as she’d taken Jaime’s milk earlier.
“Oh fuck!” Jaime rocked faster and Caroline kept her mouth fastened tightly to her friend’s sopping pussy, sucking hard on her clit. “Oh! Make me come! Oh make me come in your mouth! All over your face!”
The next moment was heaven as Jaime climaxed, arching her whole body, her nipples hard and pointing straight at the ceiling, exploding with creamy jets of liquid. The bed trembled with her orgasm, and both women cried out in surprise as they found themselves under a pulsing white shower of milk.
“Sorry,” Jaime gasped, giggling. “I can’t help it. They just do that.”
“It’s so fucking hot!” Caroline gasped, sliding up to kiss her, licking milk trails along the way.
Jaime shifted her weight, cupping Caroline’s breast in her hand. They were smaller than Jaime’s—had started out that way—and she wasn’t engorged like her friend.
“My turn?”
“Yes. Oh yes.” She reclined so Jaime could lick at her coffee-colored nipples. They were so hard they almost hurt and Jaime bathed them with her tongue. “Suck them, hon. Please. Suck them hard.”
Jaime did as she was asked, eager to please, and after a moment, gave a sharp gasp, pulling back and looking wide-eyed at her friend.
“Are you still nursing Kyle?”
Caroline smiled. “He hasn’t quite weaned yet.”
“Wow.” Jaime licked her lips. “That’s yummy.”
“Want some more?” Caroline arched her back and Jaime took her other nipple between her lips, sucking, sucking hard, making Caroline moan and thrust.
Jaime gasped and swallowed, her hand reaching down and finding another surprise between her friend’s legs. “You’re shaved!”
“Like it?”
“Oh wow.” Jaime’s eyes got bigger as her fingers explored the baby soft skin of Caroline’s vulva. She gasped when Jaime found her clit, teasing, rubbing. “Now I really want to taste you.”
“Are you sure?” The thought made Caroline’s pussy clench in anticipation. “You don’t have to.”
“Yes!” Jaime assured her, already sliding her body south, her sweet mouth seeking heat. “Oh god, it’s so smooth!”
“Yesss.” Caroline spread her thighs wider, using her fingers to open her pussy lips, showing Jaime exactly where she wanted her mouth. “Here, baby. Right here. Ohhh yes like that. On my clit. Ohhh god.”
“Is that okay?” Jaime lapped tentatively at first, then faster, encouraged by Caroline’s noises, her movements, the way she grabbed her friend’s hair, guiding her mouth just where she wanted—needed—it.
“I want your pussy,” Caroline begged. “Please. In my mouth.”
Jaime lifted her face, glistening with her friend’s juices, eyes wide. “But…”
“Come here,” Caroline insisted, reaching for her, swinging her friend’s hips around.
Jaime straddled her face, looking back, unsure. “Like this?”
“God yes.” Caroline wrapped her arms around Jaime’s ass, pulling her pussy down to her mouth, devouring her. She was so wet, so sweet, the slick taste in her throat making her crave more. “Oh you taste so good.”
Jaime was licking at Caroline’s pussy again, spreading her with her fingers. “So do you.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I promise.”
They wiggled and writhed on the bed together, faces buried, tongues busy, the soft sound of their moans filling the room. Caroline marveled at the soft lash of the tongue against her clit. For a girl who’d never done it before, Jaime was a quick study, and what she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. She didn’t want it to ever end, but she was too hot to keep going for much longer. Between the persistent tongue bath between her thighs and the taste and pulse of her friend’s pussy in her mouth, she was a goner.
“Oh Jaime, baby, you’re gonna make me come,” Caroline moaned, giving up, giving in, letting her hips rise to meet the soft suck of her friend’s mouth.
“Me toooo,” Jaime cried, and Caroline moaned, feeling the first wave of pleasure rush through her with a tremendous shudder. She grabbed Jaime’s ass, plunging her tongue deep, burying her face, feeling the thick pulse of her friend’s pussy against her mouth as she climaxed, both of them moaning loudly, not remembering or caring about the babies sleeping right next door.
They collapsed together in a heap on the bed, panting and giggling and rolling, kissing deeply, tasting each other. One of the babies made a soft cry on the monitor and they both stiffened, waiting, but then there was quiet again.
“You’re so soft,” Jaime marveled, nuzzling her cheek against the side of Caroline’s breast.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
“The nicest,” Jaime agreed, sliding her thigh up over Caroline’s. “Mmm I think I want more.”
“Me too.” Caroline smiled. “Sit up.”
Jaime sat cross-legged on the bed beside her.
“No, here, on top of me.” Caroline wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her close, feeling the delicious weight of her.
“Like this?”
“A little sideways…” Caroline shifted her hips, feeling the wet slide of Jaime’s pussy. God, she was wet. It was such a turn-on. “Put your leg between mine… ohhh yes… so we can rub our pussies together.”
Jaime gasped in surprise, looking down between their legs. “Ohhh that’s really good!”
“I know.” Caroline grabbed her friend’s hips, guiding her, nice and slow. “That’s it. Ride me like that. Ohhhh.”
Jaime rocked and rolled, her hips making circles, rubbing her whole pussy round and round, the wetness between them growing. The more excited she got, the harder her nipples and Caroline watched, delighted, as milk began to appear in droplets and then run in little white rivers down her breasts and over her belly.
“Ohhh god.” Jaime moaned, her hands gripping Caroline’s thighs, biting her lower lip. The sight of her was almost enough to send Caroline over the edge. “That’s so fucking good!”
“More, baby,” Caroline encouraged, reaching a finger out to catch a droplet of milk from her friend’s hard, pink nipple and bringing it to her mouth. “Faster. Come on. Ride me!”
Jaime rocked faster, milk beginning to spurt a little from the motion. Her eyes flew open and she flushed, apologizing. “I’m sorry, I should get a towel.”
“Don’t you dare!” Caroline grabbed Jaime’s breasts, squeezing, sticky white liquid wetting her hands. “I want to milk you. I want you to shower me with it when you come. Will you do that? Come all over me?”
“Yes!” Jaime’s eyes lit up. “Oh yes. Oh my pussy feels so good. Pinch them, yes! Milk my titties!”
“Oh fuck! Faster!” Caroline moaned, scissoring her legs with Jaime’s, her clit aching, rubbing, wanting. “Do it faster! You’re going to make me come!”
“Now!” Jaime arched, slamming her pussy against hers again and again, the trickle of milk from her breasts turning almost instantly into a torrent. “Oh! Ohhh!”
Caroline grabbed Jaime’s hips, forcing her pussy against hers, hard and deep, their flesh melding, the sticky wetness making for the perfect orgasm. She bucked on the bed, Jaime’s milk spraying her belly, her breasts, even making it into the sweet open “O” of her mouth as she cried out with her climax.
“Holy fuck!” Jaime buried her face in Caroline’s neck, both of them sticky with milk and pussy juice. “We need a shower.”
“I’ll say,” Caroline gasped, laughing. “We made a huge mess.”
In the other room came the unmistakable sound of one of the babies sucking on a thumb or a fist, reminding them both that Jaime would have to give her milk to the infants they were meant to nourish. Caroline cupped her friend’s ass in her hands, reluctant to let her go.
“So what do you think, are we going back to Moms’ Night Out?” Jaime asked, up on her elbow so she could meet her eyes.
“Ugh. Do we really need to?” Caroline made a face. “That Nicki is something else.”
“Nah.” Jaime smiled, tracing a lazy fingernail around Caroline’s nipple, making her shiver. “Besides, I think we’ll have more fun having a Moms’ Night In once a month instead.”
“You can say that again,” Caroline agreed, but Jaime didn’t say anything, instead she just leaned in and kissed her, their mouths meeting in a silent, sticky promise for many more nights like this together.
The End
ABOUT SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebo
oks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com
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