My name's John and I was in my third year in college when I met Sally. She was my true love and my future wife, but Sally had a friend that same year that was jealous of her being with me so she sabotaged her grades, and Sally had to stay home in Southern California where she had to make up classes hours and hours away from me. We were to remain together via long distance and her friend turned jealous enemy named Madison prospered as a student and became a teacher's assistant. I thought I had seen the last of her until I walked into my new Biology lab course. She was teaching and immediately recognized me.
I was never attracted to her. She was blonde with blue eyes had a little weight to her around the waist and had large tits which I only thought was because she was thick. She was only around 5'4" and had the biggest bitch attitude in existence. A few weeks go by in class and she requires us to submit a paper on the changes of the woman's body during pregnancy. The final two weeks before our spring break would be prep before turning it in. The first for rough draft editing and revising, and the second for submission. After the first week, we're handed back our papers and mine is covered in red ink, all over. On the back was a note: "To help you write a stronger essay, meet me in my office hours. You seem to not have grasped the lesson yet. I am available from 4 p.m. to 10 p.m. Mon - Fri. Come to my apartment..." and she also included a phone number to confirm the appointment.
Everyone else's paper seemed unscathed except for mine, so I grew suspicious but more so pissed off. I didn't want this chick to ruin my grades as well. So I text her and set up the appointment on a Friday night. I arrive at her apartment and knock on her door. She opens the door looking stern, not amused, and allows me in. I looked around, seemed like a cozy place, not too girly. "Sit down, please." She said as she grabbed a mug of coffee and a textbook and proceeded to sit next to me in the same recliner.
"So why is my paper all-"...
"Silent." She said loudly as I stopped in surprise. "I wanted to talk and teach you personally. Like I said I don't think you've captured the concept all the way. Let's begin with the first few changes." She continues. I roll my eyes thinking this will be stupid as hell, a repetition of what I've already heard in class, but then I feel her hands grab mine and guide them to her chest. My eyes get big and I try to jerk my hands back and she fights back forcing each hand around her tits. "These breasts are in the stage of developing milk, which is necessary for the nourishment of a child." She began. I was taken aback and was no longer fighting but rather held her tits in my hands as she continued, slightly confused. "You know, breast milk is the greatest thing a baby could eat. It's not just for babies either, and it's really nutritious. You work out John? You lift weights?"
I couldn't take my eyes off of my hands and where they were. She was wearing a low v cut white t-shirt and I was feeling this large black bra behind it. I was lost for words and for a second I just wanted to slide my palms past her low collar and into her bra, but snapped back and answered "yeah, why?" "Breast milk is also a secret new way that guys can use as a supplement to gain muscle and some body builders use it too. You like these tits john? You like 'em don't you?" I couldn't take my eyes off of the sight she would keep her hands around my wrists pulling my hands further onto her breasts as she pushed her chest forward. I could feel heat and pulses radiating from her tits and when she kept pushing her chest forward her cleavage grew. I wanted to say no but my head was instinctively nodding. Just as I thought she would seal the deal and remove everything up top, she pushed my hands off and stood up.
It was like someone had slapped me awake from a dream, and she walked around the coffee table to the other couch opposite from where we were. "Good." She began. "I want you to know something John. I am a big bitch. I know what I did to Sally was wrong, and what I'm about to do to you is also very wrong. But it's what's necessary." She continued. My mind was still trying to bring itself back together and was trying to figure out where she was going with this. "When I was friends with Sally. I was jealous of the two of you. I would always walk by your door when I wanted to come over and most of the time I'd hear Sally's moans of ecstasy. I am not too good with hooking up with guys and so someone one day messages me on a dating site, we meet up, and he sleeps with me. I end up pregnant. However I had a miscarriage and my body continued to develop, and as I just presented to you I am lactating now."
My mind was picking all this up and for once she didn't seem like the bitch I thought she was. She was just hurt, broken, devastated. "I don't have anyone, and my mother doesn't even bother to talk to me over the phone..." she began to choke up a little. I wanted to take this girl into my arms and wipe her tears, not out of love but out of sympathy. She shook those emotions away and then laid the offer on the table "Anyway, John, usually around this time of day I have to pump my breasts. They're awfully full but lately my nipples have felt so tired and sore from the plastic sucking at them, and I know it's probably not fair to you to turn you on like I did and not at least offer you a little peek at my titties..."
I looked down and sure enough I was not one bit aware of the huge erection I had. I looked back at her a little embarrassed and muttered "sorry". "No, it's ok. It's what I wanted you to feel. It's what I want..."