Jenny got an awful idea, that stemmed partially from the fact that she was so thirsty. She thought about the best way to go about saying it. "Um, Katie... maybe I could... well it's milk isn't it? If I were to drink some..." She trailed off totally embarrassed for even thinking about it.
Sobbing now, Katie nodded, "Yeah, maybe... But why is this happening in the first place? Only pregnant women are suppose to produce milk."
Jenny understood, "You don't think... Oh no, Katie! But who would the father be?"
"I don't know I haven't had sex with anyone in months, and I think it would be more noticeable if I was that far into pregnancy. Still..." She continued sobbing.
Jenny had not forgotten her idea, or her growing thirst. "So... can I... I mean should I... oh... can I drink some of your milk?"
Instinctively and without even thinking about it Katie said, "Yes." It was like she knew she couldn't refuse if someone asked her that directly. Jenny was trembling as she leaned in and slowly placed her lips around Katie's nipple. Warm milk slowly splashed into her mouth, making her feel strangely contented. She began to suckle, and soon felt she had drained the breast for now. Katie stared, trying desperately to conceal how much this aroused her, her best friend drinking her breast milk. It was so wrong, but that's exactly what made it so kinky. "There's still the other one," she said weakly.
Jenny leaned in and suckled the other one till it was dry, thirst totally quenched.
Then-