After my first encounter with Julia, we steered clear of each other for a few days. I think both of us were scared out of our minds that Casey had overheard (or, worse, overseen) what we'd done and was just biding her time before she outed us. But as days turned into a week, we relaxed and even rejoiced. Casey hadn't witnessed anything. She still went to work and gave me perfunctory sex when she decided it had been a while. Same old, same old.
What was not getting old was my erotic interest in Julia. I started to get hard almost every time I thought of her—which was a lot, considering we were living in the same house.
A week after I first tasted her glorious tits and she drank my cum, I, at least, got to taste her again. It was brief. Casey had just gone out for a run and I'd eaten breakfast and was heading upstairs for a shower. Julia ran into me on the stairs. I looked up at her.
"Oh, Rob," she whispered, even though we were alone. She clutched at the hem of the white crop top she wore with another pair of cotton shorts. I could see her perky nipples starting to poke through her top. "I can't stop thinking about your mouth on my tits."
"Babe," I said, putting my hands on the narrow waist that curved in deliciously from her wide hips before giving way to her hot rack. She was much shorter than Casey, so when I stood a couple of steps down from her, we were more level. Her breasts hung dangerously in my face.
"I love when you call me babe," she groaned. "I want to be yours. I want you to own me."
"Jesus Christ," I mumbled.
"Am I being too intense?"
"No. No. It's just that I want that so much too." I leaned my face into her chest. While one of her hands had snaked around behind my head and was massaging my hair, one was still clutching her crop top, and she brought it up just a tiny bit so I could see her underboob. "That's so fuckin' hot."
"Yeah?" she breathed. "Why aren't you licking them, then?"
Standing on the stairs, I began to hungrily lick the flesh on the underside of her breasts. I shoved my nose in and inhaled like I wanted to be suffocated underneath her big titties. Julia giggled and raised her shirt more. Her pink nipples looked like they were begging for my mouth, and I obliged.
I lifted my lips only for long enough to say, "I wish you had given me the milk for my cereal just now."
"I want to give you milk so badly, Rob," Julia moaned. "I want to feed you. I want to be all that you need."
I wrapped both of my arms around Julia and fed noisily at her breast. I sucked and chewed toothlessly. I made my tongue into a u-shape and put that around her nipple within my mouth too, hoping for anything to draw milk out of her lovely breasts. Julia mewled. I couldn't take hearing that sound from her—I needed her right away. I swept her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs as she looked at me with the deepest devotion I've ever seen on another person's face, and suddenly I heard the front door slam. She leapt out of my arms.
"It is way too hot out there," Casey called. "I am not doing this humidity. I'm going to do a yoga video in here and maybe use the pool later."
"Sounds good, honey," I yelled back. Julia and I were on the landing where Casey couldn't see us, and Julia was panting and smiling from leftover fear mixed with the elation of not being caught. She gave me a passionate kiss before turning away into her room. I gave her ass a little spank to hurry her along.
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"I think I'm going to take one of those sleeping pills Dr. Bronson gave me," Casey said. "I'm so sick of hearing Julia masturbating herself to sleep."
"I'm sorry, what?" I said.
"Oh, don't be so scandalized," Casey scowled. She had misread me, but that was probably for the best.
"I...don't think I've heard that," I said.
