"As it just so happens, I came in here in the first place to grab some more Devil Mint Delights from the cupboard."
Andrea gave a sly look at her friend's bust. "Oh, that's nice, but I guess I was thinking of something else. Is there anything to drink around here?"
"Ooh, someone's a thirsty girl. Very well then." Jessica walked around the kitchen table and thrust her breasts onto its surface. The table legs wobbled and groaned under the weight. "Breakfast is served."
Andrea set to work right away. But Jess couldn't help but feel the girl's heart wasn't in it. She suckled timidly, dutifully, wholly without the reckless abandon of before. Her efforts were reciprocated by a weak trickle of milk from a listless and indifferent nipple. It didn't feel like before. She asked her friend about it.
"Andrea, is there anything wrong? Are you OK?"
Andrea stopped to talk, but her face remained hidden behind the horizon of her right breast. Her voice was designed to be upbeat, instead it dipped and wavered. "Sure, fine."
"Look, if you're not comfortable with... God, I'm so sorry. Let me just get a glass for you. I never meant..." Jessica went to get up.
That was enough to get Andrea's head to dart in between her cleavage so the two could make eye contact. Her friend's words came in a rush. "No, no, it's fine. I mean, I'm fine. It was so hard to leave, I really thought I might never see you again, that I did something to ruin our friendship. But now things are fine again and I didn't want to creep you out even though it was killing me to just do that with no energy or emotion." Jessica looked as if she wanted to interject, but Andrea steamrolled her. "And no, I don't want a glass. I wish you would throw them all away. I hate the thought of anything artificial coming in between us. Here, let me show you how unnecessary they are."
Andrea gave a sly look at her friend's bust. "Oh, that's nice, but I guess I was thinking of something else. Is there anything to drink around here?"
"Ooh, someone's a thirsty girl. Very well then." Jessica walked around the kitchen table and thrust her breasts onto its surface. The table legs wobbled and groaned under the weight. "Breakfast is served."
Andrea set to work right away. But Jess couldn't help but feel the girl's heart wasn't in it. She suckled timidly, dutifully, wholly without the reckless abandon of before. Her efforts were reciprocated by a weak trickle of milk from a listless and indifferent nipple. It didn't feel like before. She asked her friend about it.
"Andrea, is there anything wrong? Are you OK?"
Andrea stopped to talk, but her face remained hidden behind the horizon of her right breast. Her voice was designed to be upbeat, instead it dipped and wavered. "Sure, fine."
"Look, if you're not comfortable with... God, I'm so sorry. Let me just get a glass for you. I never meant..." Jessica went to get up.
That was enough to get Andrea's head to dart in between her cleavage so the two could make eye contact. Her friend's words came in a rush. "No, no, it's fine. I mean, I'm fine. It was so hard to leave, I really thought I might never see you again, that I did something to ruin our friendship. But now things are fine again and I didn't want to creep you out even though it was killing me to just do that with no energy or emotion." Jessica looked as if she wanted to interject, but Andrea steamrolled her. "And no, I don't want a glass. I wish you would throw them all away. I hate the thought of anything artificial coming in between us. Here, let me show you how unnecessary they are."
Andrea's head disappeared from view.