She knew Jessica was a sound sleeper, but Andrea took no risks in easing open the door and navigating between the empty cookie bags strewn like land mines on the floor stretching to the bed. Inch by careful inch, she pulled down the blankets and sheets draping her friend's drowsing form.
Uncovered, Jessica's towering breasts swayed subtly with each intake of breath. It was the only thing subtle about them. They were piled so high and heavy on her chest, Jess was riding low in the sagging center of the mattress. The spectral glow of the moonlight transformed the girl into a sacred icon. An eons old formula of breast, hips, thick thighs known by long dead shamans and scrawled on countless cave walls, one now forgotten by a culture that had turned instead to praise the skeletons shambling across catwalks across the globe.
Andrea was snapped out of her reverie by a crazed groan issued by her stomach. She licked cracking lips with a dry tongue and remembered why she was intruding on this holy scene.
But no amount of gentle coaxing by her fingers brought the milk trickling out. Andrea carefully worked her way onto the bed straddling her friend's leg between her own. She leaned over and poised her mouth above the rosy left nipple. She gave her friend a regret laden glance. What could she say if Jess woke up? "Hey, sorry about that, just stealing milk from your boob while you were unconscious, no hard feelings I hope." Her gut churned fiercely again, punishing her for the momentary delay. Maybe she could use the Nuremberg defense: "I was just following orders."
Uncovered, Jessica's towering breasts swayed subtly with each intake of breath. It was the only thing subtle about them. They were piled so high and heavy on her chest, Jess was riding low in the sagging center of the mattress. The spectral glow of the moonlight transformed the girl into a sacred icon. An eons old formula of breast, hips, thick thighs known by long dead shamans and scrawled on countless cave walls, one now forgotten by a culture that had turned instead to praise the skeletons shambling across catwalks across the globe.
Andrea was snapped out of her reverie by a crazed groan issued by her stomach. She licked cracking lips with a dry tongue and remembered why she was intruding on this holy scene.
But no amount of gentle coaxing by her fingers brought the milk trickling out. Andrea carefully worked her way onto the bed straddling her friend's leg between her own. She leaned over and poised her mouth above the rosy left nipple. She gave her friend a regret laden glance. What could she say if Jess woke up? "Hey, sorry about that, just stealing milk from your boob while you were unconscious, no hard feelings I hope." Her gut churned fiercely again, punishing her for the momentary delay. Maybe she could use the Nuremberg defense: "I was just following orders."