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Chapter 1 – The Meeting
I met Trillian at a party that a friend of mine was giving. I was single at the time and not feeling particularly sociable, but went along anyway. The party turned out to be in the back room of a pub and I sat on a stool at the bar, drowning my sorrows in pints of a good ale.
“Don't worry, mate, it might never happen.”
“Already has,” I replied without even looking up from my beer.
I heard a stool's legs scraping on the floor and a woman sat down next to me.
“I doubt it's that bad, bet I've known worse.”
I looked up.
The most gorgeous woman I had ever seen, was sitting looking at me.
Mounds of curly red hair surrounded a sweet, rounded face with the deepest azure-blue eyes I had ever seen. I was stunned. And then, she smiled a smile that made me want to love her. She spoke again.
“Life's full of downs and up, more downs than ups it looks like to me, but the good things are what makes it worthwhile, you know?”
“Thanks for trying, I'm sure you don't want to hear my crap and I can't believe crap happens to one so beautiful.”
“Well thank you, kind Sir, for the complement, but oh it does, I can assure you. Do you want to get another drink and go outside and chat? It's a bit loud in here.”
“Ey, why not? What are you drinking?”
I shouted up another pint and ordered the lady a gin and tonic.
The drinks arrived.
“Here you go…?”
“Trillian, call me Trill, and you are?”
“Sorry, I'm Mike, nice to meet you, Trill. Let's go, lead on, McDuff.”
“Oh, you're funny.” She got off the stool and stood up, turning out to be at nearly my height and having the biggest tits straining a black t-shirt that I'd noticed in a long while.
“Yes, they are, aren't they?” Trillian smiled, and led the way out through the crowd.
Outside was warm and much quieter. We found a table in a corner and sat on it. The balcony looked out over the bay.
“I can see my house from here,” I quipped, trying to ignore the fact that she’d noticed me ogling her boobs.
“Really, where?”
“Well, not a house and not actually see it, but over there, in the marina, one of those boats is where I live.”
“Cool.”
“Cramped, and wobbly.”
“Sounds like me! Mike, I know you are trying not to stare or be caught sneaking glances, but I know I've got huge tits and most men find them irresistible, me less so.”
“Yay, this sounds like fun. Two depressives both convinced that they have it worse, drinking and being morose.”
There was a silence and we both stared into the night.
“I'm sorry…” we both said simultaneously.
She laughed, and her smile lit up her face. A flush of warmth went through me. I suddenly felt the best I had for days.
“Now that, just then, when you just smiled, you are gorgeous, and you make me feel better. Ignore my sad ramblings, tell me something about you and let me see you smile again.”
“Thank you, I knew you were nice when I first saw you. I can tell, well sometimes. Look, before you get your hopes up. I'm a new mother, I'm single, and I have issues. Try not to get too attracted, I'll only be a disappointment. But I am a good listener, I like to hear people talk.”
“Ha, well that was at least honest.” I smiled at her. “Hi, I'm Mike, I'm newly divorced, living on a tiny yacht, only just enough income to pay off my debts. Recovering philanderer, wishes to renew my trust in women.”
“So, you had an affair, your wife divorced you, and now you're skint? That it? Wow, if you had an affair then you weren't getting something at home and the law is an ass. Get over it. No sorry, I don't mean it like that. You can get over it, you will get over it. Want another drink? My round.”
Trillian took my empty glass from my hand and walked back towards the bar. I watched her nice arse and wide hips as they vanished into the crowd. Nice, very nice.
“Thank you, and you are right, of course.” I started as she returned and handed me a pint. “I am just feeling sorry for myself. Thanks for this, and thanks for listening. Now why do you think your life is so bad? You said you've a kid. Isn't motherhood what you thought it was and where's the father, if you don't mind me asking?”
“No, ask away. But I'd need a lot more drinks before I tell you the whole story.”
“So start at the beginning, tell me a tale, tell me about you.”
We sat and chatted into the night, taking it in turn to fetch drinks and tell tall tales.
Trillian was not only gorgeous but intelligent and witty, I felt happy. She also had a surprising ability to make me want to open up and talk about myself. But I wasn’t learning any of her back-story. She was local like me, late twenties like me, employed as a pharmaceutical sales rep but that was it. Nothing about how she came to be single with a baby. Every time I nudged near it, she quickly steered the subject back to me.
“Sorry, I need to go,” she said, suddenly.
“Why? I thought we were getting along well.”
“Yes, but, okay, I'll tell you. I'm still breastfeeding and these are full and they hurt. I'm going to have to go home and express milk before they start leaking. My mother has got Shaun until the morning.”
“Can I help?”
“What?”
“Gawd, I'm drunk, that's my excuse. But I've always fancied trying breast milk. Just never had the opportunity.”
“Bloody hell, are you weird or what?” She sounded aghast.
“Sorry,” I muttered, “Beer talking, please forget I said it, please?”
“I think that’s something that can’t be unheard, but, you know, I'm just drunk enough to try it. Come on, let's get a taxi, your place or mine?”
“If you don't get seasick, mine's closer and we can walk there quicker than a taxi will arrive.”
“Mind your head,” I said as I slid open the hatch, “better still, I'll go down and give you a hand down, watch it, the steps are steep.”
I climbed down into the cabin and reached up to take Trillian's hands as she came down the three steps into the cabin. It was dark and the yacht rocked slightly. She stumbled forward towards me, her arms went around me and our lips met.
The kiss was nice, warm and soft, and she smelled faintly of perfume and gin.
“I'm sorry,” she said, pulling away, “I don't want to lead you on. What am I saying? I've come here to let you feed from my breasts. I must be mad. But, no sex, we understand that?”
“Okay, I didn’t bring you here hoping. I’m enjoying your company, I don’t want to spoil that. Besides, you offered to let me suck your boobs, I don’t want to lose that offer.”
“Are you sure about this? I’ve not done it before, it still seems a bit weird, and well…”
“What?” I asked, swaying slightly in front of her, possibly a bit more than the boat was imparting.
“Well, I’m a bit self-conscious about my boobs, they are big and heavy, I don’t think they are very sexy.”
“Look the bedroom is this way,” I said, leading her towards the bow cabin, “I’ll leave the lights off.”
I walked towards the cabin and gently tugged at her hand. After a second’s hesitation, she followed me. Kicking off my shoes and dropping my trousers, I climbed onto the bed. Trillian sat on the edge.
“It’s compact in here, isn’t it?” she said, nervously.
“I’ve got used to it, had to, I suppose. How do we do this?”
She bent down and took off her shoes, then climbed onto the bed. There was just enough of a soft orange, sodium lamp glow from the marina’s pontoon lights to stop the cabin being completely dark.
Trillian put her feet up, leant back against the side of the boat and arranged a pillow behind her.
“Here, lay at an angle beside me, so you can rest your head in my lap. Oh, I’m nervous now.”
“Me too, excited and nervous.”
“Sorry, I hardly know you and now I’m about to get my boobs out. I must be drunk, I’m really self-conscious about my breasts, they are too big, my skin is all pale and my nipples are weird. Heck, they are so full they are leaking already. Still want to do this?”
I sat up and looked at her.
“Kiss first?”
“Okay.”
I leant in and again her lips were warm and welcoming, soft and affectionate. I felt a stirring and pushed it to the back of my mind. Our lips parted.
“You are lovely,” I said.
She smiled as if unsure, then reached down and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. As it dropped to the floor, she stared at me.
“Wow, you are beautiful,”I gasped, then after a seconds pause, “and magnificent.”
“It’s a hideous maternity bra, they don’t make nice ones for boobs my size. Okay, lay down.”
“I still think you are beautiful.”
As I manoeuvred to rest my shoulders on her hip and my head on her lap, Trillian undid one of the bra cups and folded it down.
“Wow!”
I hadn’t been prepared for the sight of her nipple and areola. I don't know what I was expecting but the large nipples, as thick as my thumb with large, distinct, dark areola shook me. Trillian started to pull up the bra and turn away from me.
“I know, they are ugly, sorry, I’ll leave.” There was real sadness in her voice.
“No, don't go. You are beautiful, you’ve got skin like an iced lake and eyes like a tropical ocean, but those, those are the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. Please stay. Please?” There was an edge of pleading in my voice.
“That was very poetic but I’m sure you are just being kind.”
“Trillian, I don’t know you well, yet, and already I want to know you much better, but most certainly you are very beautiful. I loved that glance I got of your breast. Wonderful. I want to kiss and suck it, please?”
She looked at me.
“You are weird. Okay, but if you start getting strange, stranger, I’m leaving.” A smile appeared on her face.
“Anything you say but you are beautiful.”
Giving me a quizzical look, Trillian relented and leant back against the pillows. Again she lifted down the bra cup and took the nipple between her finger and thumb. As soon as she tweaked it, milk appeared in beads and started to drip from the nipple.
“Quickly, I said I was full, I’m dripping.”
I leant forward, opened my mouth, took as much nipple and areola into my mouth as I could and sucked.
I don’t know what I expected, but I certainly wasn't prepared for warm, sweet, slightly watery, no, not watery, thin, milk, being almost squirted into my mouth. I coughed and lifted off.
“Is it horrible? Stop, I don’t want this any more. It was a stupid idea, sorry.”
“No, Trillian, Trill, it’s wonderful, I just wasn’t prepared for how wonderful. It's the ambrosia of the gods. Please, let me try again.”
She looked at me cautiously and relaxed.
“Okay, one more go.”
More cautiously this time, I took her nipple between my lips. Gently this time, I sucked and swallowed. Suck, swallow, breath through my nose, suck, swallow. I lifted off.
“It’s lovely, it’s beyond lovely.”
I turned so that I could lay back down in her lap, stretched up and took her nipple back between my lips. Suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe. Suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe. Suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe.
Trillian noticeably relaxed and leaned back against the pillow. Her hand started to stroke my hair and her eyes closed.
After a few minutes she unhooked the other bra cup.
“Mike, can you move and suck the other one for a bit, it’s starting to leak in sympathy.”
“No worries.” I sat up. “Wow, both out, do you mind if I hold them, they are beautiful.”
She looked at me and didn’t say ‘no’ so cautiously I put out my hands and stroked and cupped the sides of her exposed breasts. There was no hiding it now, I was very aroused, in fact the top of my cock was poking out of the waistband of my briefs.
“Sorry,” said Trillian, looking pointedly at my erection, “I did say we can’t have sex, I’m so sorry. It’s not you, I can’t, ever, I’m such a failure.”
“Whoa, I’m not asking. I’d love to have you as a lover, you are beyond beautiful, but we’ll stick to breastfeeding. You’ve made that very clear and whatever you say, goes.”
I lay down again and took the other nipple between my lips. I sucked and swallowed for a minute.
“Trill, you’ve obviously had something very distressing happen to you. You have listened to my inane ramblings all evening, how about we just lay here in the dark, I’ll suckle, you try and relax and tell me your story.”
I settled my shoulders and went back to suckling. I was really enjoying it. The more I drank, the more I relaxed, and I felt a growing attachment to this beautiful woman.
Trillian had her eyes closed and was breathing steadily. For a moment I wondered if she had fallen asleep, but then she started.
“I had childhood boyfriends as I grew up but, when I got to my late teens, they only looked at my tits. I was an early developer and then, when all the other girls grew breasts, mine just got bigger. Boys didn’t want to know me, just my tits. The more they gasped and grasped and drowned me with innuendo, the less I was interested. So when everybody started going out with boys, I was the one that remained single, separated from the group.”
Trillian paused. Obviously she had reached a pivotal point in the story. I said nothing, let her find her space, and her voice.
“Then one night, some girls at work persuaded me to go to a club, and I met a man, who seemed nice, didn’t stare at my tits and offered to walk me home, then…”
She stopped. I looked up and she was staring hard at the cabin wall. I stopped suckling.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to go on. You’re safe here, just do what feels right for you. Do you want me to stop.”
Trillian looked down at me, stroked my hair.
“No, it’s okay. Could you hold me, I want to tell you.”
I sat up and lay beside her on the bed, leaning against the cabin wall. Trillian leant forward, took my hand and pulled it around her, then placed it cupping her breast. I lifted the other one as well, they had an impressive weight and I tried to ignore my hardening erection.
Leaning back against me, and holding my hands to her boobs, Trillian went on.
“Anyway, we were walking home, just chatting and he seemed nice, then suddenly,” she stopped and took a deep breath, “then, as we passed a dark alley, he suddenly grabbed me, pulled me into the dark and pushed me up against a wall. He tore my blouse open and started to rip my skirt off. I don’t know how, pure panic I think, but the second he pushed his hand between my legs, I kneed him in the knackers. That slowed him down and I managed to grab my skirt and blouse and run. I ran all the way home. I never told anybody, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have lead him on.”
“No, sorry, but that was not your fault. The man was an animal and a wanna-be rapist. I understand why you didn’t, but you should have gone to the police. I’m so sorry, I can only apologise on behalf of man kind. Most of us aren’t total twats, you know. Well, I like to think some of us aren’t.”
It felt odd, sitting there, holding this huge and beautiful pair of breasts in the almost-dark listening to this tale. That and the evening’s alcohol gave the night a surreal quality. The milk I had drunk sat strangely warm and comforting inside me. Somehow, despite this appalling tale, I felt that everything was going to be alright with the world.
After a time, whilst we sat in warm comfort, Trillian went on.
“Well, after that it was years before I trusted anyone again and even longer before I started dating. But I did meet a man, Mark, who was slow and gentle and patiently waited weeks before I felt I could trust him enough to make it to a bed. Then,” again she stopped.
I kissed her hair, snuggled against her and waited.
“Well, I found I could never relax enough to have sex. No matter how much I felt I loved him, no matter how much I wanted him to take me to bed, as soon as we got there, I’d tense up. Mark was very patient and waited and waited. But each time we tried to make love, at the last minute my pussy clamped shut and he could not get in. He was very good, patient, we tried for weeks, but no go. Finally one night, after too many ‘relaxation’ drinks, he pushed painfully hard, got his tip in and then exploded. He was frustrated and embarrassed, I felt defeated and cheated, we rowed and he got up walked out. I never saw him again. A month later, I realised I was pregnant, without ever having had proper sex.”
“And hence, Shaun?”
“Well done, you remembered. Yes, Shaun. I just couldn’t bring myself to get rid and now he’s here, I’m so glad I didn’t. But no-one will ever want me as a girlfriend now. I’ve an infant and I won’t have sex. Not much of a prospect am I?”
I was gently toying with a nipple with my fingers, determined to not distract her, to allow the catharsis. Trillian lapsed into silence.
“You still listening, Mike?” Trillian whispered.
“Yes, I am, drinking in every word and so sorry to hear your story. I don’t know what I can say. I don’t think you are a poor prospect at all, you are a beautiful, gorgeous, intelligent and interesting woman, and I’d love to get to know you better. I’d be proud to have you as a friend. Do you want to stay the night and just cuddle? I’m not after sex, but if you want a cuddle and another suckling in the morning, I’d be very happy.”
“You really are a nice man, aren’t you? Please don’t turn out to be another bastard.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“But what about you? I saw that impressive boner that you had when I opened my bra. You must be frustrated. I get horny as well, you know? I just know that I can't follow through.”
“Trillian, you are a lovely person, beautiful and tonight you’ve fulfilled my deepest fantasy by breastfeeding me. Not only that, but you did with the most impressively beautiful breasts I have ever seen.”
“I so want to believe you,” sighed Trillian, “and I am very tired. If you promise you only want more breastfeeding, I’ll stay. That was strangely nice, different to feeding Shaun. Now let me do this bra up. That’s the other thing you should know, I can’t sleep braless, these are too heavy, they just hurt without support.”
“Lay on your side with your back to me, I’ll cuddle you all night.”
Trillian rolled over and I snuggled up to her back, wrapping my arms around her and resting my hands on her incredible breasts. With a combination of warm milk and beer in my stomach, I was soon asleep.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of toast and fresh coffee. I got up and squeezed into the head. Coming out, I found Trillian clad in just one of my shirts and her panties.
“I’ve made you breakfast. Hope you don’t mind me borrowing a shirt. This is easier to open if you want to breastfeed again. Or was that only a drunken nightmare?”
“Good morning. I may have been a bit drunk, but if it wasn’t a dream, it certainly wasn’t a nightmare. Hopefully I’m not still dreaming. You look lovely, even better than I remember. And yes, I’d love another feed, especially in daylight.”
“Get away with you and your flattery. I look a right sight in last night’s makeup. Okay, eat this toast, and I’ll go back to bed. How do you like your coffee?”
“Black is fine, especially as I know I'm going to follow it with nice milk.”
Trill blushed slightly and squeezed past me to get into the bedroom. As she squeezed past in the confines of the yacht, her breasts rubbed against me and our hips pressed together. I bent forward and kissed her. She limited it to just a peck.
“Don’t, I’ve not cleaned my teeth. And I actually don't want to put you off.”
I reached behind her and unlatched a door.
“Bathroom, feel free to use my toothbrush, I’ll use it next, I doubt my breath is anywhere near as pleasant as yours, not after all that beer I drank.”
“And milk,” she said pointedly, and stepped backwards.
I walked back into the galley, sat down and ate the toast she had prepared for me. Between mouthfuls, I called out to her.
“What are your plans today? Sorry, that’s presumptuous of me. Would you like to see me again?”
The sound of toothbrushing stopped and there was a pause.
“Do you want to see me again?”
“Very much so,” I replied quickly, “I’d really like to get to know you.”
“And you remember I’ve got a baby, unsupported by his father and I have issues. You’ve not forgotten what we talked about last night, have you?”
“No, I wasn't that blathered. I’d like to think that I remember every word of our conversation.”
The sound of teeth being vigorously scrubbed continued. It went on. Trillian was being very thorough. After a while she finished.
“Okay, your turn. I’ll go and get ready. If you still want a feed?”
She turned and went back into the forecabin.
Minutes later, breath freshened, and having had a quick wash, I followed her. The door was closed and I knocked and waited.
“Come in, it’s your boat.”
“But you closed the…”
I stopped mid-sentence. As I pushed open the door, the sight of her hit my eyes. Naked except for her panties, she was laying on the bed, her head and shoulders propped up on the pillows. Her breasts were fully unencumbered and now daylight streamed through the narrow windows of the cabin. The clear light of day revealed Trillian’s legs to be long and slender, with thighs that looked muscular but neither thick nor fat. Her belly bore a thin red line of a fading caesarean scar and a few, faint stretch marks. Then my eyes took in her breasts. I was astounded.
“Don’t just stand there with your mouth open, am I so hideous?” She reached for the bedsheet.
“Oh, my darling. How could anything but a deranged mind call you hideous? You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, that that is no bullshit.”
“Scar, stretch marks, belly, tits too big and bloated.”
“Faint, minimal, non-existent, glorious. I don’t know where you got that self-image, but it’s not right. You are truly beautiful. And now the sunlight shows what a glorious colour your hair is. Wow, hair, eyes, that ice-pale skin and Jeezuz H Christ, your nipples. Wow, oh wow. You are magnificent, either I wasn’t or I still a dreaming. No woman so beautiful ever bothers with me.”
“I’ve told you,” she said sternly, “if you are saying all this to get into my panties, you are in for a big disappointment.”
“Trillian, what I want now, more than anything else in the world, is to kiss you and then suckle your magnificent breasts.”
She smiled at me, perhaps still with a hint of doubt in her blue eyes, and waited as I entered the cabin.
Bending forward, I lowered my lips to hers and gently kissed her. Again there was the soft, warm, welcoming response. I reached in and delicately cupped her breasts. I felt her flinch and then relax. Her tongue pushed between my lips and I opened to accept her. There was passion in our kiss now. I felt her hand delicately brush up my briefs and over the hardness within.
Her head pulled away, suddenly.
“Sorry, I’m leading you on. And it’s a lie. I can’t. And, oh my, you’re big. Sorry, it’s a mistake, I should go. Sorry.” She started to get off the bed.
I stepped back and moved so that I wasn't blocking the door. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel trapped.
“Wait, please? I know the score. You’ve been very honest with me. Let me prove myself. We’ll have a feeding, and then I’ll take you home. And hopefully you’ll give me your phone number and take mine.”
She relaxed and smiled at me.
“Okay then. Get on the bed. I’m very full but don’t empty them. I need to feed Shaun when I get home.”
I climbed over her, onto the bed and lay down with my head in her lap, as I had the night before.
Without another word, she lifted a breast and guided the large nipple to my mouth. In the daylight I could see their form and colouration clearly for the first time. Her large, firm nipples were really dark pink, like her areola, and really stood out against the white skin of her breasts, with their faint tracery of blue veins, To my eyes they were outstandingly beautiful, just like the rest of her.
As I suckled, I looked up into her wide, deep-blue eyes and saw her smile at me, and start to stroke my hair. Her other hand rested on my belly.
“You are so very nice,” she cooed, “I do so hope I can trust you. Don’t turn out to be another bastard, please.”
Her voice was almost a whisper now, and she looked like she was going to cry.
I lifted from a nipple.
“I won’t, I promise.” I returned to sucking and swallowing the sweet, warm milk.
Suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe.
I felt her hand start to creep slowly across my belly, downwards till a fingertip tentatively touched the tip that was poking rigidly out of my waistband. My cock twitched involuntarily at the touch, and she recoiled. I made no comment and went on suckling, but with less suction, slowing the feed, extending the time.
Suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, swallow, breathe.
Again her hand crept downwards and this time her fingers pushed under the waistband until her hand was resting fully on my cock. Slowly she closed her hand, squeezed me gently, and after a pause, she started to stroke. Her eyes were closed now, her head back, resting against the bulkhead. I said nothing and relaxed, tried to concentrate on giving her breasts the attention I so enjoyed giving. Suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe. I couldn't maintain my composure for long though. My heart rate increased, and I knew I was heading increasingly rapidly towards an orgasm. I looked up at Trillian. Her eyes were still closed, but she too was breathing rapidly. I moved my hand from her breast, to rest on her sternum and I could feel her heart pounding along with mine. Suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, suck, suck, swallow, breathe, gasp, gasp. I couldn't hold back any longer.
“Oh! Trillian!” I exalted as my cock erupted, pumping spunk up across my belly and chest. At the same time, Trillian's hips bucked, and she groaned as her face, sternum and the top of her breasts flushed red.
Slowly and in synchronisation, our breathing and heart rates returned to normal. Trillian opened her eyes.
“That was nice.”
“It was, you came with me, didn't you?”
“Yes, that's my other thing. I'll tell you about it some time. Oh, you are a bit of a sticky mess, aren't you? And I think you've had enough milk, stop here or there will be nothing left for Shaun.”
“He's a lucky boy, but he's not going to starve with such a well provisioned mother.”
“Well provisioned, I like that. You're funny.”
I got up onto my knees, bent over and kissed her, being careful not to rest my spunk-covered chest on her breasts.
Again, that warm, welcome feeling spread through me. I kissed her lovingly, pulled back and lay down beside her.
“You're a very special woman, Trillian.”
“Yes, and I've got huge milky tits.”
“There's much more to it than that. I feel something very lovely being with you.”
“That's just the oxytocin from breastfeeding, it causes a bond. It will fade.”
“I don't want it to fade, I want to get to know you much better.”
I lifted my arm and she took the hint, leaning forward so that I could slip my arm behind her. She snuggled onto my shoulder.
“You’re a nice man, Mike, I’d like to get to know you much better, too.”
“So, go on then, are you going to tell me how you just orgasmed from giving me a handjob?”
Trillian turned her head and waited until I kissed her, then, as she lay back, she idly ran her fingers through the spunk trail that lay up my body.
“Oh, you are going to think I’m strange, no, don’t interrupt. With some people that I am very close to emotionally, I can feel what they are feeling. I know what is happening to them sometimes. I have that link with my parents, my sister, some very close friends to a lesser degree, but you are the first person it has happened with at such a level, and so quickly. It’s a bit of a shock.”
“What, like telepathy or something?”
“More like empathy, but on steroids. I’ve never felt what I just felt with anyone else. I don’t know why it happened between us.”
“Could it be the breastfeeding and the, what did you call it, oxytocin. What is that anyway?”
“It’s a hormone, it’s in breast milk, it creates a bond between mother and child. It’s produced by our bodies when we're excited by our sexual partner, and when we fall in love…”
“Oh. OH! And we kickstarted our relationship with breastfeeding.”
“Hang on, a relationship? Is this what you think this is, Mike?”
“I certainly hope so, Trillian. I very much want it to become one. Sorry, I can’t call you Trill, reminds me of budgie seed, sorry.”
“Ha ha, I actually prefer Trillian, it’s my name. Is it Mike or Michael?”
“Mike is what I’m called and what is on my birth certificate. My parents weren’t much for formality.”
“Okay, Mike, if this is going to be a relationship, you need to know what you are getting into. I’m an unmarried mother with an unsupported six-month old son. To spell it out, I’ve got a child, I don’t want or need someone with a need for mothering. I’m a sales rep in pharmaceuticals, so I travel, sometimes overnight. In my industry I can’t be connected with anybody shady or with drug issues. And I’m weird, remember? You can’t hide things from me because I’ll know. I’ll know probably too much for comfort, if you want privacy. And I don’t wear sexy clothing because with these,” she pushed roughly at her breasts, “it takes me look like a porn star, and men just stare and treat me like meat. Oh, and apparently I’m unfuckable, according to Shaun’s father, wherever he is. So there. Oh, and I’ve a huge mortgage I can barely afford.”
She looked at me defiantly.
“And on the upside, you are amazingly beautiful, intelligent, honest, caring, employed, solvent, not got a secret drug habit, and did I say beautiful?”
“Not scared off then?”
“Not one bit.”
“What about the unfuckable bit? That’s generally a deal-breaker for men.”
“I did wonder about that, my mind was roaming as I drank your gorgeous milk from your lovely breasts. Now I know you're not frigid, you just came when I did, apparently from stimulation via your, what do you call it? An empathic link? So it sounds like you have vaginismus, with a physiological trigger. We, and I mean we, could work on that, if there came a time when you wanted to.”
“I looked into vaginismus, it normally means taking muscle relaxants by needle and counselling. I never fancied either of those. Sorry. Perhaps I never had enough reason.”
“Perhaps what you need is trust and love first. Someone you truly can relax with and trust. Then your body will relax when you get the right stimulation. Might just take time and love.”
“Really, you think you want to put in that much time and effort into an unmarried mother with another man’s kid?”
“Just keep trying to put me off, I don’t think you are sugar-coating it. Trillian, I like you. You, the person I just met, we’ve only spent a night together and a few hours talking, and yes, you can blame it on oxytocin if you like, but I really like you. Just now, you gave me a handjob without me asking, and it was mind-blowing. So, anyway you want to play this, at any pace you want, I want to be there in your life.”
Trillian smiled and kissed my forehead. She glanced at the tiny gold watch that ornamented her left wrist.
“Good grief, look at the time. My mother will wonder what happened to me, I really should get going and go and pick up Shaun.”
“Trillian, I trust you, can you trust me enough to want to see me again?”
“Yes, I’d like that,” she replied in a small, shy voice.
“Great! Then I’ll give you a lift, or call you a taxi if you’d prefer more privacy.”
“No, I’m going to trust you, you can take me home.”
This is a version of the first chapter of "Trillian: The Milky Empath', available as an eBook on Smashwords and other retailers. https://books2read.com/u/4Dj7kQ
Many of my stories revolve around Adult Breastfeeding Relationships
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