I emitted a pleased purr and nodded. "Huh-huh! I thought you were turning into a breastmilk hound, but Heather's giving you a run for her money!"
Melanie smirked. "Yeah, I've fed her once or twice myself. It was shortly after she joined, so she wasn't lactating herself yet, but by the time she became a feeder, she'd also grown to really like suckling, so she just never gave it up. Actually, that's a fairly common thing. Members that get used to suckling while they wait for their own milk to develop often end up playing the game from both sides, if you will." She gave me and Dani a pointed look. "Your pal Raquel is another example. She mostly feeds, with Wendy being her main beneficiary. But at least a couple of times since she started lactating, I've seen her suckle from Heather just like she did before she was producing any milk herself."
"Interesting," I mused before Heather began suckling even more rigorously, causing me to gasp in pleasant surprise. "Wow, she's really going at it!" A moan escaped my lips, and a thought suddenly occurred to me. "I wouldn't be surprised if she got the hiccups from this!"
Melanie laughed and proceeded to share amusing stories about Vicky's incidents of particularly urgent suckling. Just as I noticed my left breast feeling a bit light, Heather brought a hand to my cleavage and squeezed it slowly and gently a few times to press out those last morsels of milk. I shuddered at the first squeeze and then smiled proudly as she immediately began suckling at my right breast just as indulgently as she had at the left one. Within about fifteen or twenty minutes, both of my boobs were thoroughly drained, and Heather finally withdrew with a lick of her lips. As I pulled my shirt back down, I noticed with a soft chuckle that both breasts were moist with residual milk.
Although that certainly wouldn't be the last time that Heather availed herself of my milk, it soon became clear that Dani would probably become my most frequent customer. The very next day, I had idly perched myself on an unobstructed corner of her desk while I talked on the phone with my mom. Dani was hard at work again at her laptop, and I heard her stomach growl a few times, so I really should've seen it coming. While I listened to my mom update me on how my younger brother Sam was doing in school, I saw her close her textbook with finality with a sigh and scoot her chair over to sit directly in front of me. She quite casually reached up and began unbuttoning my flannel shirt, at which I just smiled in realization and leaned forward a bit for ease of access. In a few short moments, she undid just enough of the buttons to move the shirt aside and engulf an impressive proportion of an exposed breast between her lips. I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling or moaning (I couldn't be sure which) as Dani immediately began gorging herself on my milk, soothingly kneading my areola as she sucked hard on it. "That's great, Mom!" I said after I heard something about Sam winning an award for a science project. "Tell 'im I'm really proud of him!" I almost felt bad that the smile on my face was due more to Dani's hungry suckling than to my sibling's accomplishment.
"I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?" my mom suddenly asked.
"Oh, no, I'll be here for a while," I said, reveling in the irony as I dared to envision what my mother's reaction would be if she knew I was casually breastfeeding my grown roommate at that very moment. I stroked Dani's hair briefly as she continued to feed from me, gulping it all down quite loudly. The conversation carried on for about five more minutes before Mom's lunch break at work ended. I took the opportunity to bask fully in the now familiar pleasures of nursing. As Dani began to sense that one reservoir was drying up, her fingers semi-consciously grazed the other as a prelude to latching onto it. I was no longer surprised when she once again ended up draining both of my previously engorged breasts. When she finally pulled back, she wiped her mouth in satisfaction. "Thanks," she said. "That hit the spot!"
Not long after our weekend trip to the mall, I discovered that the sorority house is not the only place where Gamma Lambda Kappa sisters will often nurse each other. Apparently, any place that's private enough will suffice. Dani, Wendy, Raquel, and I were returning from our weekend trip to the mall in Dani's red Volkswagen Beetle with Dani at the wheel when I heard a by-now-familiar sound of contentment from the back seat. I looked behind me to find Raquel leaning slightly back with her T-shirt pulled up as Wendy was casually indulging in a warm treat from her right breast. With her lips firmly clasped around the areola, the redhead sucked like a pro and moaned softly with almost every swallow. Meanwhile, her brunette companion stroke her hair slowly and let out an occasional soft moan of her own as she reveled in the experience of nourishing a friend from her body. Dani and I chuckled. "You couldn't wait 'til we got home, could you?" I teased.
Wendy managed to shoot me an impish look while she continued to nurse, but it was Raquel who answered, "Very few of us are particularly shy about doing this in public as long as we can find a spot that's private enough." She smiled warmly at Wendy for just a moment as her lips smacked audibly. "It's not unheard of for GLK sisters to duck into the restroom between classes just for a breastfeeding session. It's a great way to relieve or delay hunger if you have a particularly busy schedule and you'd rather get your classes over with before you enjoy a solid meal." The curvy Latina let out a satisfied sigh as our mutual friend happily kept suckling, and I actually noticed a stream of milk escape for an instant only to be swiftly swept up by a vigilant tongue.
About ten minutes later, we arrived back at the house just as Wendy turned her attention to the other breast. "You guys go ahead," Raquel said as Dani and I opened the front doors. "We'll be in as soon as Wendy's done with her snack." I rolled my eyes, smiled, and joined my roommate as we made our way towards the entrance. Upon stepping inside, we found that Vicky seemed to have had a craving at roughly the same time as Wendy. She stood facing Melanie on the stairs, a step or two lower than the sorority president in order to put her head level with the breasts from which she was feeding indulgently. We could hear Vicky gulping and smacking her lips as we passed them on our way up to our room. She certainly sounded thirsty!
I bought a full supply of D-cup bras, but I quickly realized that I would probably only wear them on sufficiently formal occasions. Even with a growing supply of milk in them, my breasts didn't really need the support, and I learned from Vicky that not supporting them as frequently in youth would help to keep them firm as I got older. The most important and obvious reason, though, was that I was soon in the habit of nursing my friends (especially Dani) too often to be worth it. Before the week was over, Dani had twice fed from me late at night in much the same way that Nicole regularly fed from Heather in the mornings. The first time, I had just crawled into bed when she finished a long assignment and instantly asked if she could have some milk before I fell asleep. "Sure!" I'd said. For a moment, I'd thought about moving my pajama top out of the way for her, but she was straddling me and gently pulling it aside so swiftly that I lazily decided to just let her do it. Within seconds, she had crouched over my torso and begun sucking eagerly on my left breast, soothingly massaging it with her jaws. I told her right then and there that, even if I'm lying in bed, she should just assume that she's welcome to my milk unless I say otherwise. I doubt I'd even mind if it woke me from slumber, because frankly, I think the pleasure of it all made it very easy to fall asleep right afterwards. After Dani's second midnight snack, I took a page from Heather's book and started wearing nothing but boxer shorts or pajama bottoms to bed. The blanket felt nicely cool against my bare back, belly, and chest anyway.
On the cusp of spring break was when it became clear how integral breastfeeding had become to my new friendships. Since Raquel and Dani's family lived just a couple of hours away from the campus, they would be spending the whole week there. It would be the longest time the four of us had been apart since the semester had begun, so it was bittersweet to see them go. Wendy and I gave Dani a long hug, but when we did the same to Raquel, something curious happened. The embrace led to us resting our heads briefly against her chest, and as if by instinct, we both started nudging at her breasts with our cheeks and the corners of our lips. Raquel welcomed the almost primal suggestion and immediately pulled the bust of her blouse aside. We took her areolas into our mouths and began suckling. Her departure was ultimately delayed for about ten minutes as she breastfed us, seeming to take as much comfort in it as we did. We didn't suck her dry as we usually would, because we didn't need that much milk to sate our need for an intimate good-bye. Nourishment was even less focal to the act than it usually was. When we finished our special last-minute bonding ritual, we giggled, pulled her top back into place for her, and sent her and her sister on their way.
