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Lactogenesis 09
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Sherri coughed a few more times, then straightened up, her eyes
watering. She accepted tissues, which she used to wipe off her mouth,
throat, and hands. "Christ almighty, that was unbe-fucking-lievable," she
mused. "I don't come like that, even with a cock in me. You are truly a
wonder, you are."
Chris sat very still, numbed by what had just transpired. She had
just had an orgasm as the result of an encounter with another woman,
something that just a few short months ago she would have considered
unthinkable, repulsive even. It slowly dawned on her that the hormonal
changes had affected not only her body, but her mind as well. She
suddenly felt as if a great stone gate had been torn away from a hidden
place in her psyche, allowing a whole new world of possibilities to be
entertained. Is this what it's like when a blind person regains her
sight? Chris thought. In a rush, she grabbed Sherri's head and pressed
it to her still-wet chest, tears beginning at the corners of her eyes.
"Thank you, Sherri, thank you," she repeated over and over. "You have no
idea what you have just done for me. If there's any way I can repay
you..."
Sherri allowed herself to be rocked in Chris's arms, blissfully
unaware of what she was talking about. Through her post-orgasmic glow,
however, she clearly heard Chris's last sentence. Her eyes brightened as
she sat up, took both of Chris's hands in hers, and said, "Actually, there
is something..."
Chris blinked away the tears and smiled. "Honey, after that, you can
have anything your lil' ol' heart desires."
Sherri wasn't smiling, and there was a look of earnestness on her
face. "I'm serious here," she said. She paused a few seconds as if
framing a very important question. "Chris," she said finally, "I want you
to show me how to do that. I want *my* tits overflowing. After seeing
what it's like, I just realized I've never wanted anything so much in my
life. Teach me how to get milk in these babies. Please."
Chris sat back against the sofa. She had not been prepared for this.
She began refitting her bra and bodysuit as she tried to think of how to
respond. Presently she said, "Sherri, I don't think this is anything I
can *teach* you. You forget, I had to get my head practically smashed in
for this to happen. This is a fluke, a one-in-a-million thing. My
doctor's still not sure why or how I'm still like this, or how long it
will last. There are just too many unknowns here."
Sherri's shoulders drooped and her face fell. "I know, I know," she
said resignedly. "I shouldn't have asked such a silly thing. I guess it
was just the tail end of my orgasm talking. Forget I said anything."
Chris was surprised; Sherri was genuinely disappointed, and seemed almost
on the verge of tears. Chris couldn't let such a marvelous sexual
experience end on such a note.
"Now hold on a minute, I didn't say it was impossible. You know,
I've been doing a lot of reading lately, trying to figure out what's going
on in this body of mine, and I seem to remember...hey!" Chris jumped up
and hurried over to her bookshelf, from which she extracted an
imposing-looking volume, one of the books on lactation she had borrowed
from the college's medical library. She checked the index, then started
paging through the text furiously. She stopped suddenly, and triumphantly
stabbed a finger halfway down one page. "I knew I'd seen something about
this." She scanned the page quickly, half mumbling to herself, while
Sherri sat bolt upright in anticipation of some great revelation Chris was
about to reveal.
"It says here that it is possible to induce lactation in a woman who
has never been pregnant. Guess I'm living proof of that! Evidently
adoptive mothers have been able to produce enough milk to nurse their
babies, at least somewhat. God, it even says it's possible for *men* to
make milk. Let's see. How to do it? Hmmm...OK, here it is. Looks like
you need to have your breasts sucked on several times a day for a long
time, maybe even months. I'll lend you this book so you can read the
details for yourself, but it looks like frequent stimulation is all that's
really needed. No drugs or anything."
Sherri was smiling again. "Frequent stimulation, huh? Sounds like
something that's right up my alley. Thank God the boyfriend likes to
nibble on me anyway. Several times a day, though, I don't know. Guess
I'll have to get me a pump, too. 'Course," she said, cupping her breasts,
"these are big enough for me to suck myself. I just hope my nips don't
fall off." She looked up and her smile took on a wicked quality. "I
wouldn't mind a little help now and then, if you're willing." Sherri read
the expression on Chris's face, and added with a slight shrug, "Guess
there was no way you could have known I was bi. Never came up in
conversation, did it?" She snorted softly. "Main reason Kent divorced
me. Didn't want to share me with a woman."
Chris shook her head. This was rapidly becoming more than she could
handle. First the realization that she could enjoy sex with a woman, then
Sherri's outrageous request, then her bombshell that she was
bisexual...Chris's head was swimming.
Sherri sensed her friend's confusion. Somehow she put the pieces
together. "This was your first time with a woman, wasn't it?" Chris
nodded gently. Sherri almost laughed, but thought better of it. "Hell of
an initiation. Well," she said softly, reaching out to stroke Chris's
hair, "I'm glad it was with me. If you find this kind of thing to your
liking, maybe we could get together once in a while. In the meantime, I
hope we can stay friends."
"What? Of course, we're friends! I'm sorry, Sherri, this has just
been a very eventful day for me."
"Sure, I understand. I remember my first time with a woman. Blew me
away. For a long time I wasn't sure of my sexual identity. Took me a
while to sort it out."
"Tell me about it?" Chris said earnestly.
Sherri stood up, tucking Chris's book under her arm. "It's a long
story, best told over drinks. Tell you what. There's a new club opening
across town tonight, an 80's retro kind of place. Why don't we go out and
get wasted, and we can talk about, well, *everything*. What do you say?"
"Sounds great. I need to talk. These last weeks have been so
crazy..."
"It's a date, then. Come by my place at nine." Sherri moved to the
door. "Thanks for the book. I've got a feeling the next few weeks are
going to be crazy, too." Before Chris had a chance to react, Sherri stood
on tiptoe and kissed her on the mouth. Chris was taken aback, but not so
much that she didn't appreciate the softness of Sherri's lips. Before she
knew it, Sherri was gone.
Chris touched her lips lightly, her head still cloudy from the last
few minutes' events. She'd been living in the same building with Sherri
and had known her for quite a while, but never in a million years would
she have thought... As Chris closed the door, she had a feeling the day
still had some interesting things in store.
<<to be continued>>
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