With this installment, we return to Josie's point of view.
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As my first semester in Gamma Lambda Kappa began drawing to a close, I had grown quite used to breastfeeding my closest friends. While only a hint of the novelty remained, the sensation of warmth, bonding, and nurturing that came with nursing never really seemed to fade. It was deeply satisfying to fill the stomachs of those I cared most about with a tasty and nutritious snack that my body just naturally produced for precisely that purpose. I also couldn't help but feel a sublime sort of pride at how efficient and copious my lactation was, since I could now comfortably sate one entire meal's worth of appetite per day for a friend and still have at least a decent supply available for briefer and more spontaneous snacking.
Virtually every night now, I would go to bed with Dani often still sitting at her desk in front of her laptop screen, which doubled as a nightlight for me. A couple of hours later, I would feel her climbing onto my bunk and gently straddling my thighs. She would then lean down and latch onto one of my bare nipples, immediately drawing out a welcome stream of sweet nourishment. I rarely even opened my sleep-laden eyes, but I always smiled and sighed as she went to town on my nightly milk supply. My adaptable mammaries had learned to be at their peak generosity around that time, so Dani was never disappointed as she drank to her heart's content, moaning softly as the warm treat slid down her throat. Sometimes, if she was especially eager, she would gently cup whichever fleshy reservoir she was feeding from and squeeze it a bit, which tended to make me purr second-naturedly.
As for Heather, she became almost as frequent of a customer as Dani. Their Wii tennis matches became a quasi-regular occurrence, and so did the nursing session that tended to follow it whenever I was present for it. It reached the point where I would start unbuttoning or lifting my shirt when the game was clearly drawing to a close, and Heather would turn and come up to me with a flushed face, immediately wrapping her arms around my abdomen and clamping her eager lips onto my nipple. She would instantly begin nibbling expertly on the areola and sigh in satisfaction as she was rewarded with the first burst of creamy sustenance. While both of us remained standing, I would almost always stroke her hair or upper arms while she indulged in her milky lunch. If a dollop of milk happened to escape the tight seal of her mouth and begin sliding down the curve of my boob, she would stop sucking just long enough for her agile tongue to dart out and lap it up before reattaching her lips to the nipple. It tickled when she did that, so I would frequently emit a breathy chuckle just as she resumed suckling, but the slight rattling of my chest didn't seem to give her any pause whatsoever.
Aside from being a convenient meal, breastmilk also served as a popular dessert among the GLK sisters. For example, although Nicole always ate as hearty of a dinner as any of us, no matter how much conventional food she wolfed down, she would not infrequently wash it all down with two ample breastfuls of Heather's milk. As she noticed Nicole scarfing down the last few bites of whatever burger or other blue-collar favorite she had craved that day, Heather would catch her roommate's eye with a questioning look, which would be answered just as wordlessly. More often than not, our short and buxom friend would then begin freeing her DD boobs from whatever top she was wearing, allowing Nicole nearly immediate access to her very full mammaries. The brunette would instantly capture the nearest areola in her mouth with a contented smile, moaning as she drank her fill of sweet elixir.
Words were also becoming somewhat superfluous for me and Dani. I was beginning to anticipate or even intuit her daytime milk cravings, which were seemingly a bit less predictable than her nightly snacks or Heather's post-game appetite. By the time finals were approaching, I could more often than not sense when an imminent feeding session was likely up to several minutes before Dani actually confirmed my suspicions. In fact, I'd even learned to recognize a distinctive facial expression that I referred to as her "I-want-milk" look. The best way I can describe it is to call it a cross between musing and longing, during which she looks like she could lick her lips at any moment. Whenever I caught sight of that, what might have otherwise been just a considerable probability became a virtual certainty. In that case, I wouldn't even bother waiting for her to make the first move. I would just start unbuttoning or otherwise pulling aside whatever top I happened to be wearing so that I could immediately satisfy her obvious hankering, and a hint of her appreciative smile would usually linger on her lips even as they wasted no time in clasping my nipple and initiating their eager suction. Her sigh of satiation as the first burst of milk quenched her thirst never failed to warm my heart.
One time, my late morning class was canceled due to the professor's illness, but I unfortunately didn't find out until I'd hurried to get there only to find a note taped to the classroom door. Rolling my eyes and wondering why no one had e-mailed me to spare me the trip, I turned just in time to see students start migrating out of the classroom across the hall from mine. Among them was Dani. I caught her eye, and we waved at each other before she approached me.
