Chapter 6
6
Chip
Was that real?
That was definitely real.
To be sure, I shuck down my jeans and boxers with the shower running and the bathroom door locked, and lick my thumb, dragging it down the length of my shaft. Pressing my thumb to my tongue, my eyes close as the faint traces of sweet milk makes my face tingle.
I can still taste her on my cock.
It was definitely real.
After a long shower where I did more standing and staring in disbelief than scrubbing or washing, I climb into bed with my phone in my hands, a new text message up on my screen.
I can’t believe you’re real
I know cool guys don’t text right away but I don’t want to play any games. I’ve never met a woman who is into the things I’m into. And in all the times I went into the DNF bookstore, I never saw you until tonight.
Milk and fate brought us together.
I can’t wait to see you and Herb tomorrow.
Okay, I’m done. I’m sorry. That was too many messages.
I chew my cheek and stare at the phone as the screen goes dark. She may be a slow texter or maybe she and Herb are still cleaning, I don’t know. But I don’t read into it and put my phone on the charger, and instead sink into a comfortable sleep.
The next morning, I have ten texts waiting from Leche, and I find myself holding in my morning pee just to read through them.
Sorry - we were working. We clean the little Inn next door to the bookshop too.
I feel the same way - I don’t want to play games.
I know people usually date a while before they have sex but we’ve been waiting so long to find each other that waiting now seems really, really dumb
I mean what if you get hit by a truck tomorrow and I didn’t let you nurse tonight? I’d be thinking how stupid I was to want to wait
And I’d be thinking I’m sad you died, of course
Sorry I just created a situation where you died. Just didn’t want you to think we’re easy because we don’t want to wait
I hope you liked Herb
He doesn’t judge and he’s a king with his mouth
He liked you
The three of us are gonna have fun tonight
I reread those ten messages at least ten times, and by the time I’m ready to get up and use the restroom, I have a massive hardon.
Slipping into the bathroom, I set my phone down on the counter as I take a leak, wondering how to respond to Leche. But as I’m peeing, the screen illuminates with another text.
Are you up? If you, do you feel like having some phone intercourse?
Washing my hands, I snatch my phone and turn on the shower with my opposite hand, already texting with my thumb.
All three of us?
For a second, when I let myself think about the fact that we’re referring to a vacuum as a person, I get a little weirded out. I kinda feel like the guy that sticks his dick in his gas tank because he thinks he’s in a loving relationship with his sports car.
But I remind myself that Leche has addressed that Herb is indeed a vacuum. I think more than anything, he’s a supportive, strong, silent friend that also helps her get off.
If I can fill those roles, though…
Yes
I was just about to take a shower
An idea hits me.
Want to FaceTime? You can watch me and I’ll watch the two of you.
There’s a moment where the dots don’t bounce on the screen and I think she’s not going to reply, that the whole thing was something I made up in my head and when I unlock my phone again, the entire text will be gone. A figment of my lonely, horny, twisted imagination.
But Leche responds, saving me from despair. Something she’s clearly good at.
Sounds good, calling now.
The screen comes to life a moment later and with my phone propped up against my handsoap dispenser, pointed toward my shower with the curtain pulled back, I stand beneath the spray and wait. Her image is mostly pixels as the call connects, and a second later the screen is filled with her beautiful face. Her long hair is strewn across the pillow she’s lying on, the sheet pulled up over her breasts.
“Good morning,” she yawns, the sheet coming down, exposing her hard, pink nipples.
After a pump of body wash, I stroke myself, hard and happy first thing in the morning. But even happier with Leche’s full breasts on display.
“Your breasts look so…” I trail off, leaning toward the screen as bubbles gather at my groin, my fist picking up pace.
“Full. They’re full in the morning,” she says, yawning again. “Thought you could see how I spend the first hour of my day.”
I reach for the shampoo, grabbing the bottle and squirting some in my hair without taking my eyes off the screen. “Please,” I say, saliva pooling under my tongue at the sight of her. “Show me.”
She giggles. “You just put body wash in your hair, Chip.”
I shake my head. “Who cares, show me.”
Another soft giggle tests me as I stroke my cock, still staring at the screen. She moves around some, repositioning until the phone is steady again. She’s on her side with Herb next to her, under the sheets. She moves his mouth to one of her breasts, then looks across the pillow to me, where her phone is propped on its side. I feel like I’m there, and watching Herb sealed to her tit makes me stroke faster, knowing what that lucky sucker is feeling.
Soft, warm breast and sweet, thick milk.
“In a dream world, I wake up and my lover kisses my neck,” she says softly, pushing hair off her shoulder to expose the sleek slope of her neck. Her other hand still holds Herb’s circular mouth over her areola and nipple. He’s not sucking but apparently warming and I can now officially say I’m jealous of a vacuum.
She skims her fingers against her throat as her eyes flutter closed. “Then he’d kiss his way down my collarbone,” she whispers, her voice getting raspy. “And scoop up my breast gently, because it hurts when it’s so full,” she says, my hands now stacked on top of my soapy head in an effort not to blow my load before anything has happened.
Reaching out, she turns Herb on, and lets out a low, relieved moan as her breast gets tugged into the vacuum. “Then he’d get to work, easing the fullness I hold for him, suckling at me and drinking me, all while he lets me stroke him and make him feel good, too.”
She knocks the sheet all the way down, exposing the rest of her naked body. “But since you’re not here and Herb only has a mouth, I’m gonna touch myself and think about touching you.” Her eyes open, and she narrows her gaze at the screen.
“Jack off, Chip, now,” she commands, her eyes falling shut as I bring my hand to my dick and follow her orders.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, “I’m just… so close already.” I groan as I pump my hard cock, my balls heavy and hot. “I can’t wait until I’m there with you, waking you up the way you deserve.”
She moans as she plunges two fingers into herself, the shine of her arousal clear as day through the phone. The other hand moves Herb to her other breast, and I watch and jack as milk streams down her used breast, nipple nearly purple.
“You’d drain both sides and then make a mess in the sheet between us, coming everywhere for me, wouldn’t you Chip?” she moans, both of our arms moving fast as Herb’s monotonous groan fills the line.
“I would,” I tell her. Another pump and I know I'm close, so I tell her. “Leche, I’m gonna come.”
Her eyes fly open and she flicks Herb off, letting his open, wet mouth fall to the mattress. With both used, exposed nipples leaking streams of milk, she stares at me, still touching her pussy.
“Come with me, Chippy,” she moans.
Her breasts bounce as she fingers herself faster and harder, and I watch as milk drips and rolls, the bedsheets catching what I can’t since I’m not there. I jack and pump until she’s screaming and I’m moaning, and through the ether, we share a messy orgasm.
Milk coats her sheets and between her thighs is wet and messy. My shower walls are painted in cum, and my fist, too. We stay on the line as we clean up, me finishing my shower, her quickly changing her sheets and emptying Herb into the sink.
“See you tonight,” she says softly after I thank her and Herb for inviting me to their morning routine.
“See you,” I say, smiling, hitting end.
I’m picking them up at her place tonight, and taking them to a very nice restaurant. I hope Herb cleans up nice.