After she had hauled Andrea onto her own bed and was sure the girl was resting comfortably, Jessica allowed herself to leave her friend's side.
She did her best thinking when she ate, and by the rate rows of Extra Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies were disappearing, her brain was going a million miles an hour. The once laser level shelf the package rested on was askew. Her right breast was painfully full and high. The left depleted and low, but tingling with relaxed relief. The bag of cookies slid to the floor.
Jessica gave an annoyed sigh. Both at the newly out of reach snacks and the lingering feeling responsibility about Andrea's current state. But that was silly. Her boob didn't suck itself. And couldn't the brat at least have went half and half? Her right nipple had started to flow as she ate, but it was only a cruel suggestion of relief. Her right breast was a pent up flood of milk denied an escape channel.
Aspirin didn't ease the ache. TV couldn't distract her. And no amount of fondling was able to increase the tortuously slow trickle. Jess was actually fumbling with the vacuum cleaner's hose attachment in a desperate gambit to relieve the tension when she heard plaintive sounds from the bedroom.
Jess could have kicked herself for not remembering. Andrea's belly had receded. Inversely, her breasts were surging around the confines of a tiny bra. She hadn't woken up yet, but the poor girl was obviously suffering. Why hadn't she removed it when she drug her to the bed? It would be far more difficult now. Low groans came from around the thumb she was still sucking diligently. Jess had to act.
So she rolled her friend on her side and reached around the back of her shirt. It was hard to reach with her breasts resting on the side of the bed piled in front of her. The clasp was tricky. Her soft left breast compressed her friend's new large bosom as she squeezed in closer to try for a better position. Her impossibly firm right breast bullied away the hand and the wet thumb with it as she pushed closer still. The clasp was free! Her nipple was trapped.
Andrea's busy mouth may have lost its thumb to suck on, but it had found something far more rewarding. And with practiced ease it transformed trickle into torrent.
Jess panicked, but it was a short-lived panic. Its successor was raw pleasure that made her pulse pound and her legs wobble as she kneeled at the bedside. She stopped worrying. Stopped feeling guilty. Started to enjoy it.
She did her best thinking when she ate, and by the rate rows of Extra Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies were disappearing, her brain was going a million miles an hour. The once laser level shelf the package rested on was askew. Her right breast was painfully full and high. The left depleted and low, but tingling with relaxed relief. The bag of cookies slid to the floor.
Jessica gave an annoyed sigh. Both at the newly out of reach snacks and the lingering feeling responsibility about Andrea's current state. But that was silly. Her boob didn't suck itself. And couldn't the brat at least have went half and half? Her right nipple had started to flow as she ate, but it was only a cruel suggestion of relief. Her right breast was a pent up flood of milk denied an escape channel.
Aspirin didn't ease the ache. TV couldn't distract her. And no amount of fondling was able to increase the tortuously slow trickle. Jess was actually fumbling with the vacuum cleaner's hose attachment in a desperate gambit to relieve the tension when she heard plaintive sounds from the bedroom.
Jess could have kicked herself for not remembering. Andrea's belly had receded. Inversely, her breasts were surging around the confines of a tiny bra. She hadn't woken up yet, but the poor girl was obviously suffering. Why hadn't she removed it when she drug her to the bed? It would be far more difficult now. Low groans came from around the thumb she was still sucking diligently. Jess had to act.
So she rolled her friend on her side and reached around the back of her shirt. It was hard to reach with her breasts resting on the side of the bed piled in front of her. The clasp was tricky. Her soft left breast compressed her friend's new large bosom as she squeezed in closer to try for a better position. Her impossibly firm right breast bullied away the hand and the wet thumb with it as she pushed closer still. The clasp was free! Her nipple was trapped.
Andrea's busy mouth may have lost its thumb to suck on, but it had found something far more rewarding. And with practiced ease it transformed trickle into torrent.
Jess panicked, but it was a short-lived panic. Its successor was raw pleasure that made her pulse pound and her legs wobble as she kneeled at the bedside. She stopped worrying. Stopped feeling guilty. Started to enjoy it.
This felt good.