Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
A few months ago, my friend gave birth to her first child. I was thrilled for her, but also a little freaked out. We were both the same age and, up until then, we had been mostly equal when it came to our development as women. Though I honestly believe marriage is a waste of money and children are the best way to lose your identity as an individual—don't get me wrong, I love kids, just as long as they belong to someone else—I could not help but feel jealous. What's more, having a friend with a child made me feel old. Of course, I know twenty-five is far from ancient, but feelings and logic rarely mix.
The months following the birth, we didn't see each other once. She was busy changing diapers and I was busy juggling my writing career with my summer job and about half a dozen other things. We tried making plans to hang out a few times, but our schedules never seemed to line up. Believe it or not, it took a full three months before we managed to agree on a date and time.
I was incredibly nervous when I rang the doorbell. My friend had always been a knockout, but the last time I had seen her, she had not been the woman I had always known and secretly had a crush. Pregnancy had turned her into an overweight, pimply-faced slob. I know that makes me shallow, but appearance is extremely important to me, even when it comes to my friends.
"Please be hot. Please be hot. Please be hot." I kept whispering to myself as I waited for her to answer the door. When I finally laid eyes on her, a relieved sigh escaped me. She had lost all of her pregnancy weight and her skin had cleared up. She was back to her old, drop-dead-gorgeous self.
"You look hot," was the first thing I said.
My friend blushed ever so slightly.
"Thanks," she said as she sidestepped to let me in.
We barely even had time to share an it's been too long since we last saw each other hug before I was dragged to the next room to see the baby. As I said before, I love kids, but I am not one to talk in a baby voice or fawn over a human being that is not even able to speak. However, I had to admit he was a cute little guy.
Once she had received enough compliments for both her and her child, the three of us retired to the living room. We began by bringing each other up to date on the last three months of our lives. This was followed by a rather intense gossip exchange session. However, it paled in comparison to the overwhelming arousal that washed over me when she spoke a few simple words that would change my life. At least my fantasy life.
"Do you mind if I breastfeed?" she asked.
I was breastfed as a child, so I'm not new to the concept. Plus, I'm a lesbian, so seeing another woman's breasts is not exactly unusual for me. And, given the intense crush I still had on my friend, being exposed to her boobs was a fantasy come true.
"O—of course not," I stuttered, hoping she did not notice how red my cheeks had gotten.
I watched in giddy anticipation as she unbuttoned her blouse. Moments later, one of her breasts popped out. It was bigger than I recalled, but that was normal given the milk that filled it. The nipple was puffy and red and the sight of it drove me wild with desire. I knew it was wrong of me to take advantage of the situation, but I couldn't help but get turned on. I tore my gaze away just as the baby's lips reached the nipple.
I managed to keep my arousal contained long enough for my friend's baby to fall asleep. Tucking her breast back into her blouse, she informed me she would go put him down for a nap and that she would be back in a few minutes. I had been struggling to keep my arousal under wraps and all I could muster was a slight nod. I held out just long enough for my friend to vanish from sight. As soon as she was gone, I stopped fighting the fantasy that was struggling to burst free and sighed in relief as reality faded.
Moments after my fantasy began, my friend returned. The baby was nowhere to be see, which was a good thing given the fact that she was now naked. I had fantasized about this moment for years, yet she now looked hotter than I ever could have imagined. She was perfect in every way, be it her engorged breasts or her tight, clean-shaven pussy.
"What a shame she's not a lesbian," I thought, but what I said aloud was, "Wh—what are you doing?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she strode toward me, a look of fierce determination in her eyes.
"I saw how you looked at me before," she finally said, obviously referring to my reaction upon seeing her breast.
I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. That was a good thing, because she yanked me to my feet as soon as she reached the couch and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I was taken by surprised, but quickly recovered and reciprocated her eager tongue strokes.
