The fact that we had already decided to attend the same university made the decision to date Rick much easier. He, the twins, and I were all so close that there would've been a very real temptation to let that closeness wield undue influence on our choice of institution, so we had agreed that we would discuss the matter only with our parents and siblings, make our decisions independently, and only tell each other where we were going after we had notified our chosen colleges.
Much to our pleasant surprise, Monnie, Rick, and I all converged on the same school as our best bet. Rick would be studying physics, while both Monnie and I had decided on a major in biology. However, Ronnie ultimately couldn't join us. She'd been an aspiring CSI for years, so she chose an institution with a uniquely top-notch forensics program. It was disappointing, to be sure, but it could've so easily been much worse, so we resolved to make the most of our summer together and then rely heavily on Skype.
As a small consolation prize, Ronnie's school at least had a Gamma Lambda Kappa chapter, so she could at least get a small touch of home in the form of breastmilk. Sure, it wouldn't quite be the same getting it from someone besides Dina or me, but we were sure she'd have no trouble making friends and bonding with at least one willing feeder.
In the meantime, my first official date with Rick was actually our senior prom. A couple of days after he'd been let in on the family secret, we met at our adjacent lockers between classes, and that's when he asked me. "Look, after the whole breastfeeding incident, it's no secret anymore that I like you as more than a friend," he said with a nervous smile, "so that makes this a little easier than I ever thought it would be." He swallowed before continuing. "Prom probably won't be nearly as big of a deal as the movies make it out to be, but I still think it's at least worth going with someone special. So will you go with me?"
He wasn't the only one that felt a bit nervous about our possible relationship upgrade, so I bit my lip before responding. "Speaking of cheesy teen rom-coms, I hate sounding like I just stepped out of one, but if we're going to do this, then I need you to promise me that friendship will always be on the table, no matter what happens in the romance department."
He was visibly relieved at my implicit acceptance, which made his sincerity even clearer when he assured me, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
At that, I gave him a firm and lingering peck on the lips. "Then I'm in. Let's give this a shot!"
So the following weekend, I found myself in a dressing room with Ronnie, trying on prom dresses. Monnie had bought hers a week earlier, when she was just browsing the mall aimlessly and just happened to spot one that was too perfect to pass up. We had left for the same mall immediately after Ronnie finished putting the finishing touches on her final project for history class, and about two hours later, it was late afternoon.
"Yep, I think that's the one!" Ronnie said as I did a slow twirl in the third of three contenders, a simple green dress with a spaghetti-strap bodice and comfortably flared skirt. "It's simple, which suits you, but it's also shows off all your curves, and it's definitely your color." With a glance in the mirror, I had to agree. I sat down on the white bench to rest for a moment and take final stock of my choices strewn about the cubicle, and Ronnie took her own seat next to me. "Plus, it's especially flattering for your boobs," she added with a smirk, "which we both know are Rick's two favorite parts of your body." Almost as if on cue, Ronnie's stomach growled audibly. "And right now, it seems they're mine too," she said as she leaned towards me.
"Did you even have lunch at all before we left?" I asked in amusement as I helped her pull the bodice of my dress down.
"Just some yogurt and a bit of beef jerky," she admitted just before enclosing my left nipple between her lips and sucking with obvious thirst. I chuckled warmly at her as she let the first swallow of warm nourishment pool in her mouth before gulping it down and beginning the cycle anew. Within seconds, she had established a vigorous suckling rhythm, her lower jaw oscillating in sync with her gulps as her lips cyclically tightened and loosened subtly around my areola. I stroked her hair lightly with my left arm as I surrendered to the warm sensations of nursing.
A minute into Ronnie's impromptu snack, a devious thought occurred to me. I carefully retrieved my smartphone from the hip pocket of my jeans strewn on the floor, took a photo of myself feeding Ronnie while smirking flirtatiously, and sent it to Rick with the caption "NSFW." I grinned slyly to myself with the tip of my tongue protruding between my teeth. Not even a minute later, my phone buzzed with a quick response text from Rick: "Damn! That's just cruel!" I snickered despite also feeling myself blush. I wasn't sure what had possessed me to become such a tease. In retrospect, I was probably reveling in the fact that my breastfeeding habit was actually a turn-on for him. I would've considered myself lucky just with a mere lack of disgust, but for it to outright arouse him was quite a surprise, especially since I found myself unexpectedly open to the idea of him as a romantic prospect.
As for Ronnie, it took her a little over five minutes to drink the first breast dry, and she wasted little time in seizing upon the other one to continue drinking. Her soft moans made me smile at the thought that my body was providing her with ample sustenance.
"You full?" I asked when she finally withdrew from my empty right breast. "You seemed really famished."
"Yep," Ronnie answered with a lick of her lips. "That should easily tide me over 'til dinner."
I shrugged. On a weekday, this would be about the time both twins often had a milky after-school snack anyway. I changed back into my usual clothes while helping Ronnie make her final choice, and then we both headed home for the evening with our prom dresses in tow.
On prom night, Rick and I arrived at the school gymnasium about ten minutes early and took the opportunity to make out for the first time in his car. I'll never be sure whether he planned it that way or not, but anyway, he turned out to be a great kisser! The most important moment happened after the dance, however, when he and I returned to my house late at night. Since we had gotten ourselves into a lively and playful debate over whether the canonical Harry Potter pairings were really the best matches, he followed me into the house and joined me on the living room couch. Mom had probably gone to bed shortly before our arrival, and the twins would most likely be returning straight to their own home with their dates.
