Free Girls Only: Moms' Night Out by Selena Kitt Page B

swung open, revealing a dejected Jaime sitting fully
clothed on the toilet, stuffing folded paper towels into her bra. Caroline’s
heart melted. If only she hadn’t forgotten the damned pump!
    “I’m leaking
like crazy. It’s killing me! They’re so tender!” Jaime wailed, pulling a wad of
paper towel out. It was literally dripping with milk. “What am I going to do? I
don’t want to have to go home.”
    “I know,
hon, me neither.” Caroline cocked her head, frowning as she watched Jaime reach
for toilet paper, wadding it up in her hand. Caroline stopped her. “Wait.”
    Jaime looked
up, quizzical. “You got a better idea?”
    “I actually
do.” Caroline took her friend’s hands, pulling her to her feet. Their eyes
locked and Caroline felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety in her belly. “Do
you trust me?”
    “Yeahhhh…”
Jaime’s face told a different story, but she allowed Caroline to move around
her, the women trading places, Caroline sitting and Jaime standing.
    “Okay, close
your eyes,” Caroline instructed.
    “What?”
    “Trust me.” She
was drunk, she knew it—and maybe, she decided, she could use that as an excuse
later. She’d done a lot of things that seemed like a good idea at the time when
she was drunk, things she had simply wanted to do but hadn’t the courage. This,
she decided, was one of those situations where she might say she was remorseful
later and blame it on the margaritas—but in her heart, she knew she wouldn’t
really regret it for a minute.
    “Okay.”
Jaime sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her blonde head as Caroline began to
lift her friend’s shirt up over her belly. “What are you—?”
    “Shh!”
Caroline chided, pulling Jaime’s shirt off and gently freeing her heavy breasts
from her sports bra. “Keep them closed.”
    Jaime was
nude from the waist up now, wearing just a black mini and heels, and she was
shivering. Her nipples were hard and beads of milky-white fluid gathered at the
tips, falling in fat droplets to the bathroom floor. Caroline took in the
breathless sight of her briefly before cupping one of her friend’s breasts in
her hands and beginning to suckle.
    “Caroline!
No! Oh my god! No! What…?”
    Caroline
didn’t let up, suckling hard, swallowing deeply. She hadn’t given any thought
to how breast milk and margaritas were going to mix, but Jaime’s milk was sweet
and went down like cream. Jaime’s hands went to Caroline’s hair, at first
attempting to push her off, her thin, lithe body squirming against the side of
the bathroom stall as if she could wiggle away.
    “Nooo!”
Jaime wailed, but Caroline watched her friend’s face, seeing the immediate
relief there. “Oh… oh… that’s… that’s so much better already!”
     “You said
Rob did this, right?” She took a brief moment to ask the question before
beginning to suckle again. There was so much milk it flooded her mouth
instantly and Caroline swallowed and swallowed, looking up at Jaime as she
opened her eyes in wonder, watching her friend’s mouth work against her breast.
    “Yeah, he
likes it.” Jaime flushed. “I always said he was stealing the baby’s milk to
make him stop, but he knew better.”
    “It’s true.”
Caroline grinned up at her, lips wet with milk. “It’s like the Doritos
slogan—eat all you want, we’ll make more.”
    “It’s true.
Plus it does feel good.” Jaime giggled and bit her lip, looking shyly
down at her friend. “Oh god, please, will you do the other one too?”
    Caroline’s
only answer was to cup Jaime’s other breast in both hands, stretching to cover
her pink nipple with her mouth and beginning to suck. Jaime gave a little sigh,
shifting her weight closer, giving Caroline more access. Jaime’s milk came warm
and fast and Caroline felt herself getting dizzy as she suckled and swallowed,
hearing Jaime’s breath coming faster, almost as fast as her own, soft mewls
escaping her friend’s throat.
    “Is this
turning you