With this installment, we return to Josie’s point of view.
As my first semester in Gamma Lambda Kappa began drawing to a close, I had grown quite used to breastfeeding my closest friends. While only a hint of the novelty remained, the sensation of warmth, bonding, and nurturing that came with nursing never really seemed to fade. It was deeply satisfying to fill the stomachs of those I cared most about with a tasty and nutritious snack that my body just naturally produced for precisely that purpose. I also couldn’t help but feel a sublime sort of pride at how efficient and copious my lactation was, since I could now comfortably sate one entire meal’s worth of appetite per day for a friend and still have at least a decent supply available for briefer and more spontaneous snacking.
Virtually every night now, I would go to bed with Dani often still sitting at her desk in front of her laptop screen, which doubled as a nightlight for me. A couple of hours later, I would feel her climbing onto my bunk and gently straddling my thighs. She would then lean down and latch onto one of my bare nipples, immediately drawing out a welcome stream of sweet nourishment. I rarely even opened my sleep-laden eyes, but I always smiled and sighed as she went to town on my nightly milk supply. My adaptable mammaries had learned to be at their peak generosity around that time, so Dani was never disappointed as she drank to her heart’s content, moaning softly as the warm treat slid down her throat. Sometimes, if she was especially eager, she would gently cup whichever fleshy reservoir she was feeding from and squeeze it a bit, which tended to make me purr second-naturedly.
As for Heather, she became almost as frequent of a customer as Dani. Their Wii tennis matches became a quasi-regular occurrence, and so did the nursing session that tended to follow it whenever I was present for it. It reached the point where I would start unbuttoning or lifting my shirt when the game was clearly drawing to a close, and Heather would turn and come up to me with a flushed face, immediately wrapping her arms around my abdomen and clamping her eager lips onto my nipple. She would instantly begin nibbling expertly on the areola and sigh in satisfaction as she was rewarded with the first burst of creamy sustenance. While both of us remained standing, I would almost always stroke her hair or upper arms while she indulged in her milky lunch. If a dollop of milk happened to escape the tight seal of her mouth and begin sliding down the curve of my boob, she would stop sucking just long enough for her agile tongue to dart out and lap it up before reattaching her lips to the nipple. It tickled when she did that, so I would frequently emit a breathy chuckle just as she resumed suckling, but the slight rattling of my chest didn’t seem to give her any pause whatsoever.
Aside from being a convenient meal, breastmilk also served as a popular dessert among the GLK sisters. For example, although Nicole always ate as hearty of a dinner as any of us, no matter how much conventional food she wolfed down, she would not infrequently wash it all down with two ample breastfuls of Heather’s milk. As she noticed Nicole scarfing down the last few bites of whatever burger or other blue-collar favorite she had craved that day, Heather would catch her roommate’s eye with a questioning look, which would be answered just as wordlessly. More often than not, our short and buxom friend would then begin freeing her DD boobs from whatever top she was wearing, allowing Nicole nearly immediate access to her very full mammaries. The brunette would instantly capture the nearest areola in her mouth with a contented smile, moaning as she drank her fill of sweet elixir.
Words were also becoming somewhat superfluous for me and Dani. I was beginning to anticipate or elazığ escort even intuit her daytime milk cravings, which were seemingly a bit less predictable than her nightly snacks or Heather’s post-game appetite. By the time finals were approaching, I could more often than not sense when an imminent feeding session was likely up to several minutes before Dani actually confirmed my suspicions. In fact, I’d even learned to recognize a distinctive facial expression that I referred to as her “I-want-milk” look. The best way I can describe it is to call it a cross between musing and longing, during which she looks like she could lick her lips at any moment. Whenever I caught sight of that, what might have otherwise been just a considerable probability became a virtual certainty. In that case, I wouldn’t even bother waiting for her to make the first move. I would just start unbuttoning or otherwise pulling aside whatever top I happened to be wearing so that I could immediately satisfy her obvious hankering, and a hint of her appreciative smile would usually linger on her lips even as they wasted no time in clasping my nipple and initiating their eager suction. Her sigh of satiation as the first burst of milk quenched her thirst never failed to warm my heart.
One time, my late morning class was canceled due to the professor’s illness, but I unfortunately didn’t find out until I’d hurried to get there only to find a note taped to the classroom door. Rolling my eyes and wondering why no one had e-mailed me to spare me the trip, I turned just in time to see students start migrating out of the classroom across the hall from mine. Among them was Dani. I caught her eye, and we waved at each other before she approached me.
“Hey!” she greeted. “Hasn’t your class started yet? We usually just miss each other.”
I jerked my head at the note on the door. “Dr. Bilkins caught a bug, apparently.”
“Shouldn’t the department secretary have e-mailed you about it earlier to save you the trip?”
I chuckled. “That is usually how it works, but not this time apparently.” I had slight suspicions even as she came up to me from what had probably been a long class session, but when her I-want-milk look fully emerged while she nodded, I took her hand. “But I guess this worked out well, because you look like you could use some milk.”
“You totally read my mind!” she replied, gratitude evident in her voice as I led her into the women’s restroom.
We squeezed into a stall and figured out quickly (though a bit clumsily) that the best arrangement would be for her to sit on the closed toilet while I stood between her knees. I promptly began to unbutton my flannel shirt, and as soon as it was open enough, Dani brushed the loosened fabric away from my right breast and brought her lips to its crest. She wrapped her arms around my waist and instantly began sucking on my thick nipple while also kneading my tanned areola with her mouth. My let-down was immediate, and she swiftly established a steady flow. I absent-mindedly stroked her hair and moaned as she gulped down swallow after swallow of my breastmilk, taking pleasure as always in knowing that my body was providing her with a snack that was clearly quite satisfying, judging by the sounds of contentment and relief she made as she drank uninhibitedly. When the time came to switch to the other breast, she barely even had to open her eyes. She found the other nipple almost instinctively, and she resumed her voracious suckling within seconds. In about ten or 15 minutes, she had suckled me dry, and we both burst out laughing when she actually burped a few seconds after finally detaching herself from my now empty bosom. “What can I say?” Dani managed to say. “I just love breastmilk!”
With final exams looming large, breastmilk seemed to take on a particular role for elvankent escort GLK sisters as either a quick source of fuel before studying or a relaxation aid soon after, and not infrequently, it was both. At least in the latter capacity, it tended to be just as effective for the feeder as it was for the suckler. I think Melanie and Vicky were the clearest example of this. One time, Melanie was cramming for the most intimidating exam of the semester. She sat on the couch in the study where I’d seen her feed Vicky for the first time flipping back and forth in her notes, covering various portions as she silently tested her memory, and emitting a soft grunt when it was found wanting. Meanwhile, Vicky was apparently blessed to have either easy classes or unusually efficient and effortless study skills, because I don’t know how else she would’ve had the time to basically be Melanie’s errand girl during those couple of nearly day-long cramming session. After our devoted sorority president had polished off the umpteenth cup of coffee in the wee hours of the morning, Vicky finally decided her bestie needed a breather.
“Okay, Mel,” I heard her say with an amused giggle as I was just finishing up a relatively gentler study session of my own, “I think it’s time for a break. Give your brain time to process all the stuff you’ve been force-feeding it. Memorizing is like eating. If you go too fast for too long, it’ll probably just come back up, metaphorically speaking.”
Clearly a bit frazzled, Melanie blurted, “Of all the metaphors to use! I just got a handle on the neurology unit, and the gastrology unit is probably my weakest area! Don’t confuse me now!”
Vicky chuckled at that. “C’mon, Mel. Even C-average high-school drop-outs know that brains don’t literally puke. I think you’re safe. You need to take a break to really absorb this stuff so you can regurgitate it all tomorrow.” I couldn’t help but laugh myself at her deliberate choice of words, especially given the playful smirk that accompanied it.
“Okay, screw you! You did it on purpose that time!” Melanie accused, despite a tired smile showing that she was somewhat calmed by the welcome bit of friendly banter. She then sighed in acknowledgement of her companion’s legitimate point. “Fine. Just give me a minute to get out of this head-spinning-with-facts mode that I’m stuck in.”
“That’s a good girl,” Vicky teased as she lifted Melanie’s T-shirt. “I’d like some milk now anyway, and nursing’ll probably help take your mind off things.” She leaned in, took a nipple between her lips, and began suckling like a pro. Melanie could only smile contentedly as she idly provided her friend with a warm treat from what appeared to be pretty engorged boobs. I realized then that Vicky was probably snacking as much for Melanie’s benefit as for hers, and I suspect Melanie knew that too. Still, given the steady enthusiasm with which she feasted on her friend’s provisions, she likely welcomed the excuse in any case. I left the study amused and warmed by what had just happened.
Of course, Dani had long been in the habit of working up an appetite while intensely concentrating on scholarly matters and then binging on breastmilk from either me or Raquel (whoever happened to be most available at the time), so a milky snack after studying was nothing new to her. Even so, her consumption seemed to become extra copious even by her standards during exam week. Dani was one of those students who studied best with a big whiteboard handy on which her brain’s ministrations could spill out in dry-erase ink, so she preferred using library study rooms rather than the sorority house, which was generally too crowded for that to be feasible. We had reserved one such room to cram for the one class we had in common. It was spacious enough to accommodate a large dry-erase eryaman escort board, a table for up to four people, and even a big computer monitor to which laptops could be connected. Yet there was a certain coziness to it as well that I found conducive to easy studying.
It was God-knows-when o’clock in the very early morning when we were both puzzling in silence over the last lingering challenge that we felt would leave us prepared if we could only resolve it. Staring at the diagrams of organic molecules scribbled by Dani in chickenscratch that I had only recently managed to master reading, I was quite startled when my companion suddenly blurted, “Wait!” She sprang to her feat only to turn briefly back to the textbook on the table and leaf furiously through it before she found what she was looking for. “Yep! This is what got us stuck!” She promptly explained the crucially erroneous assumption that we’d both made at the outset and proceeded to adjust our solution to correct for it, her voice rising in triumph as success seemed progressively closer. When the solution indeed worked, she dropped the marker as if it were a microphone with a gleeful, “Boo-yah!” and collapsed into her chair. I was similarly relieved. If we could handle this problem, then the exam would at least be comfortably manageable if not just plain easy.
Basking in our victory did not prevent me, however, from suspecting that conditions were ripe for Dani to have one of her cravings. Not only had an intensive study session just ended, but this was around the time that she would’ve been coming to me for her midnight snack if we were home anyway. Sure enough, I noticed an idle but clearly interested glance at my mammaries. I didn’t even wait for it to develop into a full-fledged I-want-milk look. I knew my friend wanted to nurse. With a knowing smile, I pulled the bust of my tank top out of the way and deposited myself in her lap. With a grateful smile at my initiative, she instantly brought her lips to my areola and sucked firmly on my nipple. She moaned softly while she moved her jaw like a piston against my firm D-cup mound, mashing her nose against the bronzed flesh and drawing out a steady flow of warm milk. I purred and stroked her hair while she gorged herself, getting lost in the sublime sensation of letting my body provide a friend with sustenance. She chewed rhythmically on the peak of my breast and swallowed each mouthful of milk with a thirsty gulp.
The end of finals, relief though it was, was bittersweet, because it meant that most of us would soon be parting for the summer. I had made three close friends and about half a dozen casual ones, and it felt unfair to have to leave them all so soon. Fortunately, breastfeeding would once again double as a unique parting ritual for a touch of extra closure to tide us over until the coming fall. On the day that Wendy and I were set to leave, Dani helped me pack, but as soon as we were done, her eyes met mine in wordless understanding, and she immediately lifted my T-shirt. I sighed in contentment as her mouth descended upon one of my naked breasts, and she drank as hungrily as ever from it. Raquel came looking for Dani only to find her kneeling between my legs as I sat on the couch and breastfed her. She smiled, clearly touched by the scene, and walked up to encircle us both in her arms as best she could. I welcomed her embrace, and Dani and I each managed to wrap an arm around her in return while my roommate continued to suckle with hardly a pause. This put my cheek against Raquel’s own supple bosom, and I instinctively kissed it with the side of my mouth as a signal. Raquel chuckled and promptly lowered the straps of her top as I pulled at its bust. No sooner was the nipple exposed than I let my mouth descend upon it and sucked insistently, earning a refreshing burst of sweet milk. Within seconds, I established a suckling rhythm as voracious as Dani’s, purring in satisfaction as Raquel’s breastmilk slid down my throat and filled my stomach. As Wendy and I finally piled into my car a short while later, neither I nor Raquel had a drop of warm nourishment left.