Chapter 4
4
Chip
Is this the fucking Twilight Zone or did I accidentally take some mushrooms and I don’t remember? Because Holy Vitamin D.
“Like… a three-way?” I question, immediately envisioning her and I with another man, maybe her older boyfriend or something. I’m not bi, but if sharing means getting to taste my kink firsthand, I’m a share-bear, damn it.
She volleys her head as if unsure of the answer, making my brows pull together. How can she not know the answer? She’s either attached and looking for a three-way or I misunderstood, in which case the answer is no.
Unfolding her arms, she moves to the side of the Anal Play romance section and grabs the wet/dry Shop Vac from the floor, her arms wrapped around it like a hug. “Would you consider fooling around with me and Herb in a three-way?”
I look around the small bookstore, knowing no one is here but the two of us. Story told me as much. “Uh.. who’s Herb?”
She rolls her eyes, tipping her head toward the Shop Vac. Still, she says nothing but her eyes bore into me, waiting for my response.
“I’d do a three-way if it meant I got to do this,” I say, tapping the book cover. “But I still don’t know who Herb is.” If she has an imaginary boyfriend or something, I’ll deal with it. Even if she’s a couple crayons shy of a full rainbow, I want this damn it.
She lowers the vac to the ground, allowing my eyes to gravitate to her breasts which are a delightful swell beneath the cotton polo shirt. Her nipples greet me, piercing the fabric. I swallow around the budding desire climbing my throat.
Sighing, she sits down on the floor, crossing her legs. With one hand on the loose Vac hose, and the other tucking hair behind her ear, she says, “If I tell you, you’re going to think I’m weird.”
She’s not wrong. Whenever someone starts a sentence that way, they’re usually right and I already find her a little odd. But in a Lydia Deets type of way—- quirky and only kinda of strange. Still, her heavy chest makes my pulse skip.
I do what I can to assuage her fears. “Well, I’m a single adult male, sitting in an empty bookstore after closing, reading and fantasizing about latching onto a full breast and drinking until I’m Thanksgiving Day levels of full.” I shrug, and don’t miss the pink fogging her cheeks. “Everyone has something.”
She arches a brow. “I have that fantasy, too.”
I smile. “Okay, so you have two weird things. Just tell me the other.”
Kinky breast milk hottie changes the topic. “What’s your name?” She looks around the empty bookstore as if to make sure we’re alone. “I feel like I should at least know your name before I come clean.”
“Chip,” I answer, expecting a smirk. I’ve been teased for my name my whole life.
Except her brows lift, taking me by surprise. “Chip?”
Sighing, I elaborate, hoping my cringe will lend her the confidence to share her thing. “My grandma was a famous baker. She was known for her cookies. To pay homage to her legacy, my mom named me Chip and my sister Ray.”
“Ray?” She questions.
“Ray is short for Raisin,” I admit, the heat of embarrassment sliding down my spine. I love my mom, but she names kids like a total asshole.
She points to me, smiling. “Chocolate?”
“You know it.” I swipe a hand through my hair. “So what’s your name, gorgeous?”
She licks her lips. “Leche.”
I roll my eyes as my head falls to the side. “Are you making fun of my name or our kink?”
She laughs, light and soft, and my cock likes it, growing hard against my fly. “I swear I’m not lying. My name was supposed to be Lette, but there was an error on the birth certificate and my parents just… never fixed it.”
“Why didn’t they just call you Lette?” I question, processing slowly that her name is
Leche, a word that means milk. If that isn’t perfectly ironic, I don’t know what is.
Leche shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’ve been Leche my whole life. And no, it’s not how I got into the kink.”
I was going to ask. “Then how did you discover it?”
She adjusts the hose on the Shop Vac, letting her fingers gently graze the bubbled tubing as if it can feel her tender touch. This chick is weird.
But I like it.
“I read a book once.” She nods to the Small Town Single Parent section, which seems wildly specific but the shelves are filled to the brim. “It was about a young mechanic who fell in love with a single mom.” Leche’s tongue sweeps her bottom lip as she recalls the book. “She had a son who was nursing. And the hero wanted to nurse, too.”
A tingle runs up the underside of my cock, making my swollen head throb. “Sounds like a good book,” I croak, my voice suddenly embarrassingly dry.
She nods at me. “What about you?”
“If I tell you how I got into the kink, will you tell me your thing?”
Leche nods, her silky hair shiny beneath the fluorescent tube lights in the old bookstore.
“Porn.”
She erupts in laughter, soft and melodic, shaking her head as she swipes at forming tears. “I was expecting something… I don’t know. More…” she trails off.
“Deep? Artful?” I shake my head, pushing a hand through my hair as I laugh. “Nope. Just good old porn.” I narrow my eyes. “Now tell me the thing.”
Her hand continues stroking and carefully touching the Shop Vac as her gaze drops to her sneakers. “This is Herb,” she says, eyes carefully lifting to mine before she pulls the hose of the vac into her lap. “And he’s been the only guy in my life for the last few years.
He’s been the only guy to give me just what I need.”
Crickets chirp in my brain. I blink, waiting for her to crack a wild smile and tell me she’s joking. But when she lifts the hose opening, using her other hand to trace the wide mouth, I notice her eyelids grow heavy and her breathing increases.
Oh my God. She’s for real. And as weird as it is, my cock is only getting thicker as I watch her.
“Is he… does he talk to you?” I question, trying to get a hold on what she’s just said. Is he like… alive in her mind or is this just a super weird role-play type of thing?
Leche uses the hand not holding the hose to untuck her polo from her khaki pants, revealing a strip of smooth skin for just a moment. A moment is all I need to go from getting hard to a complete rock. I don’t know why she’s untucking her shirt but I like it.
“No, I realize he’s a vacuum. But I also realize he’s been the only one to give me what I want for so long… I can’t just cast him aside. So if you want to explore with me, you have to share me with Herb.”
I look at the wide mouth of the vacuum hose again. I look back at her. “Is Herb bi?” Now that I know her boyfriend is… not an actual man who’s dick I’ll be seeing and potentially touching, I feel significantly less stress. And surprisingly? The idea of fucking around with Leche and… Herb… weirds me out probably far less than it should.
Lifting my eyebrows, palms clammy with excitement, I simply say, “I love sharing.”