Nursing The Neighbor Part 4

Without thinking, I took my hand from Darren’s. That subtle gesture made him appear stricken, and he rushed to say, “It’s only a suggestion, Gale. I absolutely understand if you’re not interested in doing that.”

I didn’t tell him no outright. Instead, I racked my brain for another way. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I went with you? I could stay at the hotel while you’re working.”

Darren set his mouth in a grim line. “I wish I could ask you to come along, sweetheart. I’ll be probably be working sixteenhour days at that office, but we’d still be able to manage a morning and evening nursing. The problem is my coworker.”

I immediately knew the one he was talking about. When Darren had discussed his job in the past, he’d occasionally mentioned a cutthroat colleague who tried to undermine him at every turn. I was aware they were both being considered for the same promotion. “He’s going to be there?” I asked weakly.

“Unfortunately.” Darren’s jaw tightened even more as he thought of his colleague. “If he were to find out that I’d brought my girlfriend with me on a work assignment, you can be sure he’d run to my boss about it.” 

I understood that my presence at the hotel would make Darren look unprofessional, and he was at a critical point in his career. While I pondered all this, he grew unnerved by my silence. “It was a stupid idea,” he said. “Forget I even brought it up. I’m sure it will be perfectly fine for you to pump for two weeks—”

“Who did you have in mind?” I asked. “For me to nurse?” 

Darren’s reluctance to continue the discussion was obvious, yet he must have realized I wouldn’t let it drop. “A friend of mine,” he finally revealed in a low voice. “His name is Carter, and I met him almost ten years ago, when I started seriously trying to make my erotic lactation fantasy a reality. He’s almost fifty now, but back then, he and his wife had been in an ANR for years. She was a bit younger and still able to produce plenty of milk.”

“How did you meet him?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. 

“Through an online ANR community. At that time, I was in a longterm relationship, and my girlfriend had agreed to try this with me. Carter and his wife offered us a lot of helpful guidance.” Darren reached for my hand again, and I allowed him to take it. “Even though my relationship didn’t work out, I’ll always be grateful to Carter for all that I learned.”

“And his wife won’t mind if he comes here to nurse?” 

Sorrow darkened Darren’s eyes as he spoke. “She died in a car accident last year. He’s still deeply grieving her loss, and I worry that he’s isolating himself, but I think this might give him some comfort.”

I had no idea how to respond, for I felt I was being pulled in several directions at once. Darren patiently waited for me to process the information about his friend, and to further consider my options. “And you trust him?” I asked.

“Wholeheartedly,” Darren said. “He’s the only person I would trust to do this, Gale. I actually called him weeks ago to share the news that I’d met an amazing woman, and that you had begun lactating. He was thrilled for us both.”

“And he’s on board with your idea?” My pulse fluttered nervously beneath my skin; everything seemed to be moving so fast.

Darren must have sensed my anxiety, for he drew me into his arms. “I haven’t discussed it with him yet. I wanted to talk to you about it first.” After planting a kiss on my forehead, he whispered, “No pressure, okay? How about I invite him to dinner at my place tomorrow night, and we’ll see how you feel after meeting him. He lives about an hour away, so it won’t be a problem for him to make the drive.”

“But if we decide to do this, how will he be able to stay here for two weeks? What about his job?”

“He does freelance work for the most part now, so he sets his own schedule,” Darren explained. “I know this is short notice for everyone, but if he’s interested in helping us out, I think he can swing it.”

Another long moment of silence passed between me and Darren before I nodded. “I’m fine with meeting Carter, but if I don’t feel comfortable nursing him, you won’t be disappointed?”

Darren cupped my face in his hands. “Never, Gale. You have no idea how grateful I am that you’re willing to even consider it.”

When he drew me onto his lap, I readily lifted my shirt to expose my bare breasts. With his usual relish, he began nursing, and I moaned from the intense satisfaction of my milk letting down. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine another man at my breast. Of course, that man wouldn’t be touching me ually, but I knew I would most likely form an emotional bond with him. How could I not, when we were sharing something so intimate?

Darren slipped a hand between my thighs, encouraging me to push all troubled thoughts from my mind. Soon, he had me so excited that I was working my pussy against his fingers for more stimulation. Briefly, he lifted his head and flashed a grin. “You want more than those fingers, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes!” I shamelessly admitted. 

He raised an eyebrow, his fingers still teasing. “You know my cock is all yours.”

That was all the invitation I needed to hop off his lap so I could strip naked. By the time I was finished, Darren had taken out his hard cock, but he restrained his lust long enough to say, “We need a condom.”

Though I knew it was reckless, I shook my head. “Just don’t come inside me.”

He offered no argument as I straddled him again. I was so aroused, so wet, that I effortlessly lowered myself onto his dick. 

“Ah, sweetheart!” Darren’s expression was almost pained, yet his stare was full of heat. “That tight pussy feels incredible around my cock!”

I grinned at the lustful response I’d provoked from him. Following a sensual, instinctual rhythm, I rode his cock while he suckled at my right breast, and then my left. A thin stream of milk escaped his lips, prompting him to latch on even more fiercely. The way he pleasured my tits as well as my pussy filled me with unadulterated bliss.

As I had many times before, I surrendered to a climax so intense that it made me shudder. It felt like my contractions around his dick were in perfect sync with the hungry suckling of his mouth. 

Still inundated by the waves of my first orgasm, I rode Darren harder and faster, for I was greedy to come yet again. He managed to keep my tit in his mouth even as his groans grew more desperate.

Only when I succumbed to another bout of spasms did he allow my nipple to escape his lips. “Gale, I’m close!” he warned.

As milk still leaked from my breasts, I eased off of Darren and knelt on the couch at his side. The moment I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cock, he drew in a sharp breath. I tasted and smelled my juices on his skin. With utter abandon, I bobbed my head up and down, almost gagging on his length. Now it was my suckling, and my stroking, which drove him toward a blissful release.

“Gonna come!” His final warning, issued in a strained voice, made me double down on my efforts. Seconds later, I was rewarded by a blast of hot cum in my mouth. It was followed by several more, and while I worked to swallow it all, Darren moaned as if the world’s weight had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders.

I loved the feel of his dick pulsing between my lips. Even after I’d gulped down his seed, with only a small amount escaping my mouth, I paused just long enough to take a couple of deep breaths. Then, I began gently sucking his ultrasensitive tip. Darren let out a whimper but didn’t try to dissuade me. Instead, he asked in a guttural voice, “Still hungry?”

I responded by sucking his cockhead hard enough to hollow my cheeks. Though Darren cried out from that exquisite stimulation, he let me gather up the last few drops of semen that my greedy mouth managed to coax forth. I truly had drained him dry!

Our lovemaking put us both at ease, and we subsequently settled into our usual routine. Not long after dinner, Darren nursed again, and when we went to bed several hours later, he suckled at my tit until drifting off to sleep. Twice during the night, he woke to seek out my nipple. It took major commitment from both of us to ensure that my milk production didn’t decrease, yet I cherished all the time he spent at my breast. Not once did I consider denying him. 

The following day, I kept myself busy cleaning my apartment and, of course, with pumping. My constant activity was a way to distract myself from thinking too much about the dinner Darren had planned. Later that afternoon, I showered, then tried to decide on an outfit to wear. The dress I ultimately chose was modest, revealing no cleavage at all. The last thing I wanted to do was give Carter the wrong idea. 

Standing before the mirror, I noticed that my bra looked and felt constricting. Over the past several weeks, I’d gotten used to not wearing one, and I now found the undergarment more uncomfortable than ever. Making matters worse was the fact that my breasts were larger from nursing. My cups were literally overflowing! Even my prim dress couldn’t hide the prominent curves of my tits.

Once I’d styled my hair, opting for a casual updo, I applied some light makeup. My nervousness returned when I left the apartment at seven and headed down to Darren’s. By this point, neither of us bothered knocking, and after taking a deep, calming breath, I opened his front door and let myself into the living room. 

Upon hearing me enter, Darren emerged from the kitchen, followed by a nicely dressed man with a kind smile. “Gale, you look beautiful!” Darren said. He drew me into his arms for a kiss, then introduced me to Carter.

Carter’s hand was warm clasping mine. “It’s so nice to meet you, Gale,” he told me in a voice I immediately found soothing.

“I’m delighted to meet you!” Gazing into his eyes, I discovered they were a lovely blue, darker than my own, but his smile didn’t manage to reach them. His hair, mostly gray, was thinning slightly. Even if Darren hadn’t told me about Carter’s loss, I was sure I would have been able to sense his grief. 

Yet over a dinner of chicken parmigiana and a salad with Darren’s homemade dressing, Carter made every effort to engage me in polite conversation. I appreciated that he seemed genuinely interested in learning more about me. And while Darren’s stare often drifted to my breasts, Carter kept his attention focused solely on my face. 

As the evening went on, I grew more comfortable. Of course, the second glass of wine Darren poured me helped to encourage my relaxed state. Giving me a playful wink, he said, “I don’t mind if your milk is boozy.”

That comment turned our conversation to the kink Carter and Darren shared. Looking from Darren to me, Carter smiled. “It’s wonderful to see you two so happy in this kind of relationship.” To Darren, he added, “I always hoped you would find the right person.”

“And I certainly have.” As Darren regarded me, his eyes were full of such tenderness that I longed to close the distance between us and slip my arms around him. 

Once dinner was finished and the table was cleared, I made a polite exit, using the excuse that I needed to pump. What I really wanted was to give Carter and Darren time to talk. “Thank you for joining us for dinner tonight,” I told Carter while giving him a hug. Over his shoulder, I offered Darren a single nod to let him know I was willing to nurse his friend. 

“Darren’s told me so much about you, and I’m thrilled we got a chance to meet.” Carter’s gaze was brighter, a little less sorrowful. Of course, he had no idea what Darren would soon ask of him. I found myself desperately hoping that he wasn’t put off by the unusual request. 

Later that night, I was in bed when Darren came up to my apartment. By the lamplight’s glow, I watched him enter the bedroom. He gave me a faint smile, then said, “Carter wants to help us.”

My eyes widened a little. “Really?”

Darren nodded. “Starting Monday, he’ll be staying at my place for two weeks; I’ve already given him the main building key, along with a key to my apartment.” His smile faltered as he added, “You won’t even have to pump while I’m gone, because Carter will always be available to nurse.”

“That’s great news. Isn’t it?” I didn’t mean to follow up my remark with a question, but something about Darren’s demeanor made me feel I should. 

“It is.” Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m going to wash up before bed.”

He strode from the room without another word, leaving me to stare after him in bewilderment. I thought he’d be elated that his friend was willing to nurse in his place. Instead, he seemed far from enthusiastic about the arrangement.

I didn’t wait for Darren to return. Instead, I climbed from the bed and sought him out. I found him in the bathroom, splashing water on his face. Lingering in the doorway, I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

When our eyes met, I knew I didn’t look convinced.

Darren held out his hand. “Come here.”

As soon as I was within reach, he pulled me close. I let him position me so that I stood before him, with both of us facing the mirror above the sink. He began drawing up the nightshirt I’d worn to bed. Slowly, he raised it higher until my breasts were exposed.

I lifted my arms so he could remove the shirt altogether. Then, he slid his hands around to cup my tits. “Look how beautiful you are,” he whispered in my ear. “How unbelievably y.”

I smiled, suddenly shy. But the sight and feel of him playing with my puffy nipples made me start breathing faster. Darren’s gaze was hot while locking with mine in the mirror. When he pressed himself firmly against me, I realized he was fully hard. 

Still, he took his time massaging my breasts and fondling my nipples. Remaining gentle, he tugged those peaks, then lightly pinched them. The sensations were enough to make me instantly wet. 

Of course, Darren knew the effect his touch, and his nearness, had on my body. Finally releasing my breasts, he moved to yank down my panties. I obediently lifted each foot so he could take off my underwear as well.

His hands were insistent in pushing my legs farther apart. Leaning forward, I planted my palms on either side of the sink, for I was ready to be taken. Yet I couldn’t help but gasp at the feel of him at my entrance, thrusting inside. 

We both moaned as he took me with a powerful rhythm. “So wet for me!” he murmured. “Tell me you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

“You know I will!”

“And will you miss having my cock inside your needy pussy?”

“So much!” My voice sounded like a sob.

Darren’s body slapped against mine while he kept a firm hold on my hips. Each thrust made my tits wildly sway, and as my arousal intensified, droplets of milk fell from my nipples. 

My cries sounded especially loud, reverberating off the bathroom walls, but I couldn’t control myself. The orgasm was strong enough to make my knees buckle, and Darren swore from the force of my contractions. When his rhythm grew unpredictable and his pumping more shallow, I feared he might climax inside me.

At what seemed like the very last second, Darren pulled out and painted my lower back with his cum. I heard his gasp, followed by a lengthy groan, as he worked to milk his cock of every drop. 

Afterward, he wiped me clean with a warm, wet cloth, then turned me toward him. I welcomed his tender kiss, and the way he continued to hold me in his arms. 

A little later, when we were both in bed and Darren was about to nurse, he caressed my cheek in the darkness. “You mean so much to me, Gale,” he whispered. “And of course, I care about Carter. He’s been a wonderful friend. But it’s still hard for me to share you.”

I understood everything then. The way he seemed troubled when telling me the news about Carter earlier, and the way he’d fucked me, as if wanting to prove I was his: it was because of his mixed feelings about this arrangement. Maybe he hadn’t expected Carter would actually agree to it.

“I know it’s not an easy situation for any of us,” I said quietly. “I’m grateful Carter is willing to help, but…”

“But what?” Darren held me against his chest, waiting for me to continue.

“What if I get aroused when he’s nursing?”

Finally, I’d given voice to what had been worrying me so much. Holding my breath, I anxiously waited for Darren to respond.

“Baby, that’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he assured me in a gentle tone. “It’s called erotic lactation, after all. In fact, I’d be surprised if you didn’t get at least a little turned on. And Carter might get hard while suckling, but I promise you can trust him.”

I already knew I could trust Carter; it was my own body’s potential reaction that made me nervous. Of course, Carter wouldn’t know if I got wet while he nursed, but how could I hide my flushed cheeks and quickened breathing?

As if Darren could hear the thoughts racing through my mind, he gave me a sweet kiss. “Gale, I don’t want you to worry about this, okay?”

I felt a rush of gratitude toward him then, and the warmth of my emotion seemed to settle in my full breasts. He began nursing, his mouth hungry at my tit. Closing my eyes, I cradled him to me. Now, more than ever, I was determined to let him have his fill. 

The day of his departure soon arrived. Early that morning, Darren woke me by nestling closer. Taking my breast in my hand, I guided my nipple to his mouth. He eagerly latched on, and though the time seemed to pass far too quickly, his suckling continued. Only when the pale glow of dawn illuminated my bedroom window did he reluctantly leave the bed. Ignoring his whisper for me to go back to sleep, I rose as well. As I walked him to the door, I tried not to look despondent. 

“I’ll call you as often as I can, sweetheart.” Darren pulled me into an embrace. “And you keep in touch with me, too, okay?”

“I promise I will.”

We shared a final, lingering kiss before I let him go.

“Carter will be at my place a little later, after I’m gone,” Darren said. “Just go down to my apartment when you’re ready.”

I nodded and forced a smile to hide the fresh wave of anxiety surging through me. 

Once I was alone, I showered and dressed, then ate a light breakfast. Giving myself a final look in the mirror, I decided I appeared appropriate. My hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and I’d chosen to wear a blouse that buttoned in the front. My jeans, while comfortable, couldn’t be described as y. 

Beneath the blouse, I wore no bra. I could see my erect nipples poking at the fabric. Soon, I’d be unfastening those buttons and opening my shirt, not only to reveal my breasts to Carter, but also to offer him my nipples for suckling. Despite my residual nervousness, I felt a warm flush spreading over my skin; already, I yearned for an eager mouth at my tit.

After leaving my apartment, I went downstairs, my steps slow and deliberate. Though I was used to letting myself inside, I now knocked and waited.

Carter quickly opened the door. Again, he was nicely dressed, as if ready to head out for a day at the office. And again, his smile was kind. “Good morning, Gale,” he said while stepping aside so I could enter the living room.

I waited for him to close the door and then turn toward me. His gaze swept quickly over my breasts before settling on my face. “Should we get started?” he asked in that low, soothing voice I already craved.

In response, I lifted my trembling hands and began unbuttoning my blouse.