Chapter 10
10
Chip
“What would take your mind off of it?” I ask, knowing how silly the question is. When one of the men you love is in emergency surgery, there’s not a single distraction that can truly distract.
Parked in front of her apartment, she stares out the windshield, trails of tears staining her cheeks. “I think maybe I’d like to try getting some sleep.”
She yawns, and so do I. “That sounds good. C’mon, let’s go get some rest and before we know it, it will be time to head back and check on Herb.”
Once we’ve locked the car and gotten inside, Leche flips the lights on, her eyes landing on the roll of plastic bags sitting out on her kitchen countertop. She points a wobbly finger at them. “Th-those a-are his l-l-liners,” she sobs, catching her face in her hands right as she erupts into complete hysterics.
I take her in my arms, guiding her to her room while angling her face away from my classic vintage Sonic the Hedgehog t-shirt. I mean, I thrifted it but it’s the original shirt from the 1991 game release - it’s pretty important to me.
We kick off our shoes and tuck into bed, securing a towel on the mattress between us so we don’t have to feel the wet spot from just an hour ago. Before it was a happy wet spot and now it’s just sad and soggy, reminding us of our missing guy.
“Tell me,” I start whispering, my lips pressed to her hairline in an intimate, total movie moment embrace. “Tell me about changing his liner.”
She pushes away from me, her nose wrinkled. “Huh? I couldn’t hear you, your lips were smashed against my forehead.”
“Tell me about Herb, that’s all I was saying. It might help you feel better while you fall asleep.”
She sinks into my arm crease again with a sigh. “Well, I just love how he’s so open, you know? He doesn’t limit himself to one thing. He’s not like other guys who are all,” she sits up a little, doing her best impression of a man. “I want to stick my penis inside your vagina and that’s it.” She shrinks down against me again. “Herb is multi surface, wet and dry, you know?”
I nod against her. “Yeah, I know.”
Then we grow quiet, both of us circling the same thought. Finally, she says it. “Can we make it together without him? I know we love each other but what if he’s crucial to our love?”
I sit up in bed, letting her fall off my body into the pillows. “I would love you no matter who else we were with, and I could be happy just the two of us. But don’t talk crazy, okay? We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. For now, it’s the three of us. We just need Herb to get better.”
She nods, so I lie back down with her, getting comfortable.
I fall asleep quickly, and she must too because the next time we’re awake is when her phone is ringing loudly from its charging dock the next morning. Leche leaps from bed, her bare feet skittering against the linoleum as she snatches the phone from the dock and answers.
“Hello?”
I wonder if it’s Milch.
“Yes, this is the woman who dropped off the 20V Wet/Dry 5430023.”
Oh, it’s Milch. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, snatching my shoes from the side of the bed. I tuck my feet into my boots and toss on my Blinde Elipse glasses, catching a glimpse of my reflection before I head out. These looked good on Neo in The Matrix , but they look damn good on me.
“Okay… well, what does that mean?” She twirls the charging cord around her finger and she chews the inside of her lip. Her breasts are massive, hard nipples poking through the white gown she slept in. I told her to change, but she was so tired she just slept in it.
Standing next to her, I silently mouth questions she can only partially focus on while she attempts to focus on her call with Milch.
“Is he okay?” I mouth.
Then when she tries to listen harder to Milch, I mouth again, this time making my mouth really go wide with each word, “Is Herb okay?”
“Yeah, okay, we’ll be right down,” she says, ending the call.
“So is Herb okay?” I ask, hopeful that he is since she isn’t in tears.
She nods. “Yes. He’s not awake yet but… he’s going to be okay. Milch is waiting for us before he powers him up.”
I look at her fancy gown. “You sure you don’t wanna change clothes?” I just want her to be comfortable.
She licks her lips, looking around. “No, let’s just go. The sooner we get to him, the sooner we can put this nightmare behind us.”
I agree, holding the front door open while she waddles past me, the mermaid skirt on her long white dress making it hard for her to hustle. Her big titties jiggle as she attempts, and my cock gets hard at the sight.
The drive to the shop downtown is mostly quiet, but our fingers stay woven together over the console the entire time. I help her out of the car and we race to the door, yanking it open in time to see Milch lying Herb down on the counter, his head still off, no towel or blanket beneath him.
Leche screeches in horror. “Put something down! He’s on the hard glass!”
She paces the shop, growling about insensitivity while Milch stares at her like she’s from Mars. I do what needs to be done for love.
I take off my Sonic t-shirt and wrap Herb in it, then take Leche by the elbow. “Look,” I whisper, “he’s comfortable now.”
Milch rolls his eyes. “Look, do you want me to try the new motor now or not?”
Leche helps Milch put Herb’s head back on, complete with freshly clean tank and filters. “Of course we do,” she says, stroking Herb’s tubing as Milch unplugs a coffee pot behind him.
“Okay, now if he?—”
“Herb,” I correct.
“I’m not calling a vacuum Herb.” He narrows his eyes at me. “If you want to see if he’s working with the new motor, I’ll plug it in. If he doesn’t come right on, there’s nothing more that I can do.”
I nod. Leche nods and motions toward the outlet. “Plug him in.”
I hold my breath, and I hear Leche hold hers. Milch’s wobbly old hand moves toward the outlet, the prongs on Herb sliding into the open receptacle. His aged finger hovers over the toggle power button. He looks at us he punches the button to on. A moment later, the quiet hum of a happy, alive, and well Herb fills the room.
Leche erupts in a sob, snatching Herb from the t-shirt, bringing him to her chest. “You saved Herb,” she says to Milch.
He looks between us as I put my Sonic shirt back on.
“Please leave,” he says, but neither of us process because we’re already happily leaving.
“We could have lost him,” Leche says to me over the top of Herb as we step out onto the sidewalk, looking around the sleepy downtown. “We should do something big.”
She looks down at her glittering white gown, then up at me. “Let’s get married. But I need to go home so I can change out of this dress I’ve been wearing for almost two days, that way I get married in something clean.”
“Since it was part of Herb’s rescue, I should probably change into something nicer too,” I say, tugging my vintage shirt.
She nods, grinning from ear to ear. “We’ll do it at the DNF bookshop, where the three of us met.”
Leche looks down at her cleavage then up at me and Herb. “But I need some attention first.”
She drags the tops of her fingers over the ample humps of her cleavage, winking. “I hope you’re hungry. My milk is so thick and rich first thing in the morning.”
My hardon from back at her apartment is still going strong. “Let’s get home.”
I’m so glad Herb is okay that, despite my deepest desires, I let him drain her right side while I drain her left.
She strokes one hand through my hair, the other one down his tubing as we latch, suck and swallow, almost competitively.
When my belly is full and his tank is, too, we lie together, my hard on resting along her thigh. She reaches down, stroking me. When I glance up at her, she presses a finger to her lips, like she doesn’t want Herb to know we’re fooling around without him.
“You were so supportive and sweet,” she whispers, “I just want to reward you.” She looks down at her breast, dragging her pointer finger across her used, pink nipple. “And you nursed me dry. I feel so good because of you, Chip, and I just want to reward you.”
“Yes,” I groan, my proverbial tail wagging as I thrust my hips upward, my cock sliding between her hands. She chokes down on me but out of nowhere, sets Herb on the floor and straddles my lap.
“I think he understands that after the trauma of almost losing him, we need this,” she says, peering off the edge of the bed just once to glance at Herb. Aligning my aching cock with her wet pussy, she sinks down on me with a breathy moan, and I swear I almost come.
“Sit up,” she urges, riding my lap in slow, gentle movements. I sit up, and it feels like I somehow move deeper inside her as she rides.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good, Leche,” I groan, rooting around her chest until my mouth finds a nipple. I taste him, and hungrily devour her, trying to replace the taste of him with her.
“Herb left some for you,” she whispers, riding me while I suck her soft, supple breast into my mouth and begin swallowing all of her sustenance.
She bounces on my cock as I drink what Herb left behind, my belly so full of milk that it sloshes with the moving mattress. “Yes,” she purrs, “I’m so close Chip. I’m so close!”
Grunting, groaning, trying my hardest to fight it, I come that moment, hard and fast. Moaning against her breast, my mouth hardly suckles as I curl into her, coming in urgent bursts.
“Oh,” she moans, “yes, Chippy, come for me, come from my milk.” And then she falls apart in my lap, becoming the hottest real life fantasy of all.
After we clean up, we drag Herb onto the bed and settle in for a short nap. We want to be rested when we get married.