“Lena! Lena, they’re here!” Jacob yells, practically skipping up the stairs. His face is split wide by a grin, such an infectious sort of happiness that Lena can’t help but grin back as he bursts through their bedroom door.
“What’s here, Jacob?” She asks, sitting up. Her strawberry blonde hair is a mess, falling out of its bun every which way. The straps of her camisole hang loosely on her shoulders, but the large swell of her breast seems to hold it up just fine anyway.
Jacob kneels right next to their bed, holding the box up proudly. It’s a blue box, featuring an anthropological cow woman with massive tits, holding a sign that says – “Magic Milkers presents: Lact-aiding Medicinal Brownies”
Lena’s eyes light up. “Oh! It’s here!” She quickly wraps her arms around him in a tight hug, momentarily suffocating him with the expanse of her chest.
They fall back into the bed, him laying against her chest, and happily begin discussing their plans.
It’s several anxious weeks later when Lena awakes to the feeling of a damp T-shirt at five in the morning. Half-asleep, at first she assumes it’s Jacob’s drool – but as the world swims into soft, dark focus, she hears the shower running down the hall – that would be Jacob, getting ready for work.
She sits up and pulls her shirt off over her head. She leans over the side of the bed to drop the shirt down onto the floor, but stops when she notices that there’s a feeling of dampness on not one, but both sides of her chest. She purses her lips, eyebrow raised, and flips the switch to her lamp. After a few seconds of her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness – and then a few more seconds of her eyes adjusting to the possibility of what she’s seeing – she gasps, a grin slowly spreading on her lips. She reaches up and grabs her breasts gently – they’ve gotten quite sore lately – and looks down in wonder at the little white droplets on her nipples.
She’s still staring, open-mouthed, and kneading gently when Jacob comes out of the bathroom and walks through their open doorway.
“Lena, you okay?” He asks quizzically as he approaches their bed. “Is ev…ohhhhh…” He cuts himself off with a slight gasp. He leans in, face the picture of wide-eyed wonder, and slowly reaches out his tongue. She gasps just a little when she feels it, but he full on moans, then presses his face into the softness of her left breast. “God, Lena, thank you so much…” He murmurs, hugging her tightly. She giggles, wrapping her arms around him.
“It’s just that little bit, for now. I tried and I couldn’t get any more out. But it’s working, Jacob, it’s working!” Lena says, bouncing a little in her excitement.
The next few weeks breeze by, each day a new milestone. They’re both feeling equally excited and nervous when they finally sit down to indulge.
Jacob bounces in his seat as he watches her get undressed, his hands bunched up in his purple pajama pants. He can see from here how wet her bra is, even through the pads they had purchased – it was turning dark around the edges, leaking around the sides of the pad. He bites his lip in anticipation.
Lena notices his bouncy excitement, but doesn’t say anything. She makes a show of bending over to throw her shirt into the laundry, secretly loving his squirming. She unclips her bra while she’s turned away from him, and listens to his sharp intake of breath. A deep urge to let go overcomes her, and more of her milk begins to trickle steadily fourth.
“Are you thirsty, sweetheart?” Lena asks, voice husky, as she turns around. Jacob nods, holding his breath and biting down hard on his lip. He can see the soft white trickle from her breasts, and suddenly his mouth is drier than the desert.
Lena sits down next to him, and pats her lap, smacking her lips the way one might call a cat. The sharp noise knocks him out of his wide-eyed staring, and he scrambles to oblige, sliding over until his top half is fully in her lap. She rubs her hand through his hair, then sensually down his side to rest on his hip, her fingers dipping under his waistline. “Are you ready, honey? Go ahead. It’s all yours.” She says, smiling. He nods, but doesn’t move in just yet, staring as another droplet forms on her left nipple – the one right in front of his face. Just before it falls, he leans forward and catches it on his tongue, moaning at the taste.
“Oh, fuck, honey…” Jacob groans, before wrapping his lips around her. Her hand clenches tight on his hip, encouraging him to press his tongue and teeth into her. It’s clumsy at first – he’s had her nipple in his mouth plenty of times before but he’s never been honestly trying to get something to come out of it before. After a few short pulls, he settles into a rhythm of pulling, rubbing, and drinking – and is rewarded with a fairly consistent flow of sweet, thin milk. It’s much more watery in texture than he was expecting, but so delicious he can’t think about that, or anything, for long.
Lena groans and strokes his hip with one hand, her other laying with his hair. “Oh, sweetie, that feels so good…Do I taste good, honey? Do you love it?” She asks, breathlessly, moaning between each sentence. He nods, but doesn’t unlatch, instead bringing his hand up to trace little hearts onto her unbusy breast. His other hand holds her left breast to his face, gently squeezing it in time with his pulling.
A few moments later, she taps the back of his head. “That ones getting awful sore Jacob. Can you go to the next one, please?” He looks up at her, and lets go immediately. “Of…Of course, love.” He says, breathless. He rubs at his jaw for a moment, and laughs. “I lost track of myself, didn’t even notice how sore that was making me.” They meet eyes, and both of them laugh, and she pulls him up for a kiss, and they both laugh some more.
“I love you so much, Lena.” Jacob says, pressing his forehead against hers.
“I love you too, milk-breath.” She responds, voice gentle, as she kisses up his cheekbone. She rubs her hands up his sides, then back down, until they rest on his hips. “How do you feel about pizza? If you’re not too full of milk for dinner, that is.” She teases, and he pinches her sore nipple in response, and then they’re both laughing all over again.
Neither of them can wait to try this again.