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“But—but, how? How’d you end up married to my dad? He’s so… square.”
“You’d be surprised,” was all the older blonde said as she poured a little more coffee. “Enjoy Jane, honey. No one will pleasure you like a woman. I promise you that.”
Veronica’s heart skipped a beat hearing her say that and seeing the look of dreamy bliss on her face at whatever memory she was revisiting. She felt warmth rekindle between her legs, and she found herself scanning the older woman’s body, imagining her tanned body open and flushed with desire, her nipples dripping milk down her flat belly. Christ, get it together, Roni, she chastised herself, but the image kept flashing through her mind again and again.
“Roni?”
Veronica snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushed pink. She smiled shyly and set her cup aside.
“Why don’t you go for a swim? I have to run Brady into town. He’s gonna spend some time with his grandparents. It’ll be just us girls until your dad gets back.”
Veronica wrapped a towel around her body and headed back toward the house, leaving the sun-spangled swimming pool for the shady lawn. She picked her way along the leaf-strewn path, mindful of her bare feet on the rough gravel. Quiet settled heavily over everything, broken only by the high, distant whine of airplanes flying overhead. There was no telling if Kim had returned from town, if Jane was awake.
The sliding door opened with a rumble and a squeak as she stepped inside. She blinked hard as her eyes adjusted to the dim interior. Somewhere down the hall she heard voices. She followed them into the sunken den where Kim sat curled up on the sofa watching TV, her back to the door.
“Hey,” said Veronica softly as she entered. Kim jumped in her seat, startled by Veronica’s sudden appearance.
“Oh my gosh, you scared me!”
Veronica smiled wickedly to herself as she stepped into the sunken room and turned to see Kim’s top open, her breasts bared in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the open window. Her heart leapt into her chest.
“I’m sorry,” she stammered, her eyes darting around the room. “I’ll go.”
“No, don’t be silly,” said Kim with a laugh. “Come sit down. I’m just pumping. It seems like whenever Brady is gone, my milk goes into overdrive.”
Veronica wanted to stay, desperately, but she couldn’t… could she? Kim watched her with big, blue eyes, urging her to sit down and keep her company. She felt the moisture from her towel and knew that her dad would have a fit if she sat on the sofa in a wet bathing suit.
“I need to change out of my suit really fast,” she replied, her voice tight in her throat.
“Okay, honey. Don’t be long, it gets boring being hooked up to the pump.”
Veronica dashed down the hall to the laundry room and pulled a cami and a pair of boy shorts out of the dryer. They felt so soft and fresh against her moist skin. She glanced at the empty hall and scooped her hand down between her legs, pressing against her sensitive sex and making herself shudder. She was so horny she could hardly stand it, but she’d have to wait to take care of it.
“Do you ever watch this show?” Kim asked Veronica as she came back in and flopped down on the couch. “It’s so trashy… I love it.”
Veronica settled in, uncomfortably conscious of Kim’s naked tits just inches away. She glanced sidelong at the older blonde, seeing the pale melon-sized mounds contrasted against her tanned body. Dark pink and puffy, her nipples jutted off with little beads of milk swelling at the tip. She licked her lips and glanced back at the TV, trying to maintain her composure.
“Is Jane up yet?”
“No, I peeked in and she’s still sleeping. How late were you up last night?”
Veronica shrugged. “I fell asleep around midnight, but I think Jane was up reading for a while.”
“Ouch!” hissed Kim. “Dammit!”
“What’s wrong?” Veronica took the opportunity to look over.
Her big, red nipple filled the suction cup, straining against the clear plastic. Veronica’s breath caught in her throat as the first gush of white cream filled the cup, obscuring her red, wet flesh for an instant before flowing into the plastic reservoir.
“Oh, nothing. This damned thing hurts!”
“I bet,” said Veronica in a low voice. Kim’s other nipples was hard now, too, its tip dripping with milk. “How often do you have to do that?”
“Two or three times a day. I swear, I thought weaning the baby would put an end to it. Boy, was I wrong.”
The pump whirred and slurped, drawing out voluptuous waves of thick, rich cream that splattered in the reservoir. Veronica felt warmth spreading through her as she watched the pump fill up, as she saw the pink flush spreading over Kim’s big, milky tits. She squirmed in her seat, squeezing her thighs together rhythmically in time with the pump’s incessant sucking.
“But doesn’t it feel kinda good?” whispered Veronica. Kim’s eyes flicked up and met hers for an instant before returning to the pump. She palmed her other breast, lifting its incredible heft in her slender hands. Veronica imagined just how hot and silky it must feel, how heavy with cream.
