This was it. No reason to be nervous. They knew each other better than most people, worked together, slept together, helped and loved each other. Stacy still moved around her apartment in a flurry of doubt. Nothing was perfect, something always seemed just off enough to bother her, like the plate of cookies she'd plucked from the oven little over twenty minutes ago. Were they done enough? The stack didn't look very neat. Too many chocolate chips stuck out.
No. No, it's fine. Stacy plopped herself on the couch, hands clasped in front of her chest as she hunched over, trying not to look around and find another thing that would somehow turn this meeting into a disaster. Her breasts were full, almost uncomfortable, however she wouldn't empty them yet. Maybe expecting anything of tonight was blindly optimistic, but she still hoped.
Everything about this could be a giant mistake. Opening old wounds for no reason other than the possibility of healing them might be too great a risk.
"It'll be fine. She called me. That's a good sign, right? I can't come off as desperate in this situation, can I? So, it's good. All's good. We're just gonna talk, catch up, laugh a little and let things go from there. Into the bedroom... Oh god, what's wrong with me?" No one was around to hear her, the words just bounced off her walls. Though they didn't echo, she heard them over and over in her head.
Not just the words, but everything she'd missed in the last several months. Cuddling while soft lips nursed from her bosom, feeling deft fingers dip into her and coax out pleasures beyond her abilities, and... her hands were between her legs now. Stacy bit her lip, staring at them drift closer to her heat, closed off by thighs mashed together. Moisture saturated her panties, leaking out onto her skin and showing through her strained pants. Maybe she should deal with that first?
"Stacy?"
"Fuck!" Stacy jerked up, curves jiggling as she rushed to the door. Was it her? Calm down, act natural, don't cry too much and try not to leak right away. That could wait until later. If things went well, "HI! Car... Mel, hey, what's... ooh..."
Her co-worker stood in the doorway, dressed up and clearly ready to go out. Co-worker? What was wrong with her that she still thought of Mel, whose body she'd seen more of than any other in the past few weeks, as anything but a girlfriend? She knew what. It was the whole reason she'd fretted over every detail in her home, the reason her pussy was wetter than it had been in months.
"You, uh, need time to get ready?" Mel asked.
"No, uh... I mean..."
"Expecting someone?"
"Yes, wait, it's complicated."
"Right."
"Well, a, uh, family member is going through a tough time and called me and I didn't think, so I offered to help them out and you're not buying this, are you?"
"Not at all," Mel said, looking closer at the apartment, "Whoever they are, they finally got you to clean up, I see."
"Look, it's not your fault or anything..."
"I know. Stacy, you're a great woman, but you're way too nice sometimes. You're still not over your ex, are you? It's cool, I get it. This was fun though."
Stacy caught her arm as she turning to leave, "Hey, um, maybe stick around and meet her? You'll love her."
"And you're way too optimistic," Mel sighed and pecked her on the lips, "I meant it, this was fun. If things don't work out and you just need some casual lovin', let me know, okay?"
"Okay. I'm sorry."
"Me too."
With that short exchange, Mel left and Stacy was alone once more. Single. Unless... She shut the door and returned to the cushions, smothering them in her rear. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Carmen wouldn't be attracted to her anymore. She'd put on all that weight, not only that, but Carmen was going out with that obnoxious, albeit hotter than hell, blonde. And before her, it was that adorable redhead.
Sure, Stacy had more curves than either of them - though the blonde was close with those implants - but that came at a price. Her belly rested on her legs as she returned to the couch, and sat upon it were her breasts, so huge and pert from the abnormal milk production. If she had any pride, it was them. No one could shame her for them, given the flavour they produced and the sexiness of gushing milk if she built up long enough. And the way Carmen adored them.
Was it too late to call and postpone their reunion? She just needed a month to get in shape, maybe use liposuction if necessary, get her hair done, put on better makeup and let her tits fill up so she could give Carmen a big, milky hug upon seeing her. A short series of raps on her door had her standing once again.
"Deep breath," Stacy said and opened the final obstruction. And there she was...
"Hi." That musically husky voice, like it just finished grunting all night in bed and was seducing her into continuing throughout the day.
"Hi," Stacy said.
"Can I come in?"
"Yes! Yes, sorry, come in."
Carmen stepped indoors and graced the quaint apartment with her radiance. It didn't matter that she wore a simple jumper with cargo pants, though they were tight around her legs, her simple presence was divine. She took a long breath and sighed, grinning ear-to-ear at the plump woman still frozen at the door.
"I missed this place," Carmen said and gracefully sat on the decade old couch, so at home despite the trembling silence.
