This is an over the top lesbian story between a young, college girl and a mature woman. If you read my first series, this is a little sweeter, but shares similar themes. This story does feature breastfeeding/lactation heavily and some food play.
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Chloe Marshall was desperate. She shivered as she walked down Main Street, wrapping her arms around her small frame. It was starting to get cold in November Falls and she couldn't afford a good enough jacket. The past year had been a series of unfortunate events. She had been forced out of her foster home when she turned eighteen and bounced from shelter to shelter, trying to avoid living on the streets until she could move into her freshman dorm at Falls College. She had received a full scholarship, including housing, but she was on her own for books and food. She had used up most of her savings getting to school, and what little she had left on a pile of used textbooks. She also found out that, without a computer, she had missed out on applying to all the on-campus jobs. Her advisor had suggested visiting the downtown area, to see if anyone was hiring. Which was how she found herself here, shivering as she canvassed Main Street for openings.
November Falls was a small town, mostly housing the college. All the businesses were small and local. Chloe could not see a "Help Wanted" sign anywhere. It had been two days since she last ate, and she would do anything, but so far, the grocery store, the bookstore, and the local pub had no openings. Her last hope was the bakery at the end of Main Street. It was a little further than she wanted to walk everyday, but the idea of free coffee and pastries was a definite plus.
Raindrops started to fall as she hustled down the streets, falling fast. Chloe yelped at the cold water and then started to run down the street. Within a minute she was soaked. She ran until she saw the pink building up ahead, "Bea's Bakery," printed on the sign. The bakery was housed in a Victorian house, with an apartment above and the bakery below. Even in the rain, the building looked cheery, warm, and welcoming. Chloe rushed in, the door tinkling, announcing her arrival.
The inside was cozy and warm, displays of cakes, cookies, and pastries lined up. Chloe's mouth watered as she looked at the decorated cakes, the butter croissants, the leaf-shaped sugar cookies. No one was behind the counter, and all the tables were empty. As she looked around, a voice sounded from the back. "We're closed, you'll have to come back another time!"
Chloe winced. Not only had she created puddles in the entryway, but they were closed! "I'm sorry!" she shouted back. "But can I help clean up after myself? I tracked water inside."
She heard a shuffling in the back and then a woman emerged from the back, carrying a stack of towels. "Oh my goodness! My name's Bea, I'm the owner. Please don't worry about it, let's get you dried up!" Chloe looked, transfixed by the woman in front her. Bea was older, at least sixty-five, and had to be the largest woman Chloe had ever seen. She was at least six foot tall and all of her was very rounded and soft. Behind her apron, Chloe could see the shape of Bea's thick hips and thighs, and robust curve of her belly. Bea's hair was white and pulled into a low bun. But her breasts were what pulled Chloe's eyes the most. They were enormous, barely contained by her dress and apron. They looked immensely pillowy, like great mounds of clouds. Chloe looked at her with big eyes and stuttered, "I-I'm s-s-sorry. M-m-y name's Chloe Marshall. I-It was pouring outside and I-I was w-w-walking..."
Bea rushed to the small shivering figure before her. Chloe was small, only about 5 foot, and from what Bea could see, much too thin. She had a mousy, brown bob and was very pale, her skin sallow and peaked. Bea clucked as she started to fuss over the young girl, patting her hair with a towel. "Oh sweetness, what were you doing outside in a storm like this?"
"I-I wanted t-t-to apply for a job, if y-y-you had any op-openings," Chloe stuttered. Bea up close was unlike anyone she had ever seen. Being so large, she was bit intimidating, but she exuded such a warm, comforting energy, Chloe couldn't help but like her. And as she fussed over her, she could smell the scents of cookies and sugar on her skin.
"Oh my, well let's get you nice and warmed up, and then we can talk about it. How would you feel about a a glass of milk and cookies?"
Chloe nodded appreciatively. "T-that would b-be amazing, t-thank you!" Bea led her to one the of the cafe tables.
"Now, sweetness, I'll come back with a change of clothes and a blanket, why don't you take your wet ones off so I can dry them? And while they're drying we can talk about the job, and you can have a treat." Chloe hesitated but then nodded and began to peel her soaked jacket off. Bea went to the back, Chloe could hear her moving around as she shucked off her shirt, jeans, socks, and wet shoes. Bea came back with a large t-shirt and a pink blanket, She handed Chloe the t-shirt, only briefly glancing at the eighteen year-old's sheer white bra, and then tucked the blanket around her. She then picked up the wet laundry and went back to the back. Chloe heard the dryer start and then watched Bea return with a plate of snickerdoodles and a tall glass of milk.
"Here we go, sweetness," Bea cooed, placing the treats down. "Eat up and we'll chat."
Chloe bit into a cookie and moaned. It was still warm from the oven and perfectly sweet and soft. She devoured it but as she she reached for the next one, felt a large hand pause her.
"Don't rush, sweetness, have some milk first. Then you can have another one," Bea instructed.
Chloe complied, sipping the milk. It was unlike any milk she had ever tried, sweet and rich. She sipped and sighed, letting the milk fill her empty stomach. Bea smiled at her, seeing the pale, hungry girl eat and drink satiated her maternal side.
"Now, I, could use some help up front at the cash register on the weekends. It would be early hours, from six to ten, on Saturday, Sunday, Monday. Are you at Falls College?"
"Yes, ma'm," Chloe nodded, excitedly. She wanted to work at this cozy bakery, with this woman, who was so kind.
"Could you do those hours, sweetness? You're in college, won't you want to stay out late on the weekend? Go to parties?"
