Roughly over the next two months, I worked regularly on inciting my body to produce milk, at first simply massaging and kneading my breasts for multiple 15- or 20-minute sessions daily. Raquel was very helpful and seemed eager to share the joys of feeding with another member of our rapidly solidifying quartet of close friends. I also got some advice from Melanie and even Heather, the short but curvy girl Dani and I had seen nursing her friend in the kitchen on our first night as official members. It was from them that I learned that, regardless of the intent behind it or the person being fed, breastfeeding can cause some erotic response in a certain percentage of women. "It's possible that you could feel something down there when you do it," said Melanie. "If that happens, it doesn't mean you're attracted to the suckler and you need to re-evaluate your orientation or anything. Some women just seem to be born with some sort of a hotline from the boobs to the nether regions. For most of the feeders that we've had so far, it either hasn't been erogenous at all, or to the extent that it has been, it's been quite overshadowed by the more general sensation of bonding and nurturing."
I easily accepted that. If anything, as a biology nerd, I found this nuance interesting rather than potentially awkward. So I proceeded to continue the process, and I had soon passed the physical that the sorority requires to screen feeders for transmissible infections. Eventually, after about two weeks, Raquel suggested that a breast pump might help the process along by really giving my mammaries some actual suction to respond to, so I bought one and used it semi-regularly in addition to my regular stimulation techniques. After about a month, my bras were starting to feel a bit tighter than usual, which I at first thought was the reason for my breasts also getting tender, until Raquel informed me that soreness was an expected stage of inducing lactation and that it was actually a good sign. On top of that, my nipples also seemed to be thickening.
In the meantime, classes began almost immediately after our first weekend in our new home, and it didn't take long for a loose routine to establish itself. Although few if any nursing partners had any set schedules specifically for feeding, certain patterns did emerge out of convenience among various class and part-time work schedules. Nicole, Heather's roommate, had an early class and often skipped breakfast entirely just to sleep in a little later than she otherwise would be able to. Heather herself usually woke up much later, just as Nicole returned. One time, as Nicole later recounted, she apparently arrived after class desperate for the bathroom, and so her growling stomach had to wait for a bit. Unfortunately, the downstairs bathrooms were both occupied, so she ran up to her and Heather's suite and promptly relieved herself. When she emerged into the bedroom, she saw her groggy roommate laying on her back in bed with the covers laid across her abdomen coming up to just below her bust. Nicole suddenly saw no reason not to gently straddle Heather, pull her tank top out of the way, lean down, and seize a breast in her mouth.
Heather opened her eyes in surprise only to smile and close them again as she let Nicole suckle eagerly. Nicole remembered suckling more voraciously than usual, for a while unable to get enough of the sweet and filling milk. At the time, she barely noticed the amusedly curious look Heather gave her as she finally withdrew from the breast that she had by then emptied only to promptly begin draining the other one, sucking deeply and gulping frequently. When she finally finished after what she estimated to be about twenty minutes, she just sighed in satisfaction and wiped her mouth to find that Heather, who was anything but a morning person and notoriously slow to fully wake up, was now wide awake and content. Such morning sessions soon became a semi-regular occurrence, to the point that Heather started sleeping topless to spare a step. As it turned out, she always woke up much more easily with Nicole feeding from her, especially when it was with the urgency of a truly empty stomach. Nicole, of course, always walked away with a sated appetite.
Wendy rarely bothered to leave her bedroom for breakfast, lazily choosing to feast on Raquel's morning milk supply. The few times I happened to visit them at the right time to observe it, the readhead was sitting on her desk chair as the Latina sat on her lap with her camisole apparently discarded on the bed. While Raquel stroked her hair and let out a moan or two of contentment, Wendy held an areola firmly in her mouth, confidently sucking and swallowing the warm elixir from the round and perky reservoirs with gusto. Once, I even saw Wendy apparently empty one breast only for Raquel to instantly guide the other one gently into her waiting mouth, which wasted no time in seizing the nipple and resuming its eager suction. "I almost never leave our bedroom in the morning with more than a few drops left, if even that!" she once told me with a hearty laugh.
It was a good thing Raquel's body didn't waste time rebuilding its supply, because that would not remain the only time or place that she breastfed on a quasi-daily basis, if indeed it ever was. Our bedrooms were all arranged into blocks of two, with each one sharing a large adjoining bathroom and a central miniature living room with a futon, a couple of bean bag chairs, and a small table against the wall. I soon learned that my roommate Dani was a really focused worker. Once she slid into concentration mode, which happened quite easily with any kind of schoolwork, nothing short of being knocked off her chair or the room bursting into flames would break her out of it. This included at least some of her bodily needs. So one late afternoon, after quite a long block of classes, Wendy and I were lounging on the couch in our suite's common area, using the bean bag chairs as makeshift footrests as Raquel was perched atop the table. We were talking idly about how we liked a particular professor when Dani emerged from our bedroom after having spent a couple of hours working on her organic chemistry. Her initially distant gaze fell on Raquel, and she strode up to her. "You've got milk, right?" she asked.
"Of course," said Raquel as she gladly pulled her T-shirt off to reveal her naked breasts.
With a grateful smile, Dani wordlessly stepped between Raquel's legs, hooked her fingers into the loops of the topless girl's jeans, and immediately took the left areola between her lips. She moaned in satisfaction as she began suckling deeply, her jaws expertly massaging the breast around the nipple.
"Oh, wow!" Raquel said amusedly as Dani bucked her head a couple of times against the supple mound from which she was feeding with relish. "You must have been really hungry!"
Our famished friend actually managed to mumble an emphatic, "Mm-hmm!" without pausing her impromptu snack. Raquel breastfed Dani for about fifteen minutes or so, emitting her usual purrs of pleasure, and by the time the latter's stomach was finally full, both of the former's breasts were empty again.
