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.
"It can't compare to your place, your family's rich." Stacy said and joined her, far less graceful in her descent. Heat flashed as what little distance separated them was closed by the younger woman, their skin pressing through cloth, so close for the first time in so long.
"Money can't recreate the smell," Carmen said, still grinning, "Like the sweetest grandma."
"Grandma? I'm not that old!"
"I know," Carmen chuckled and shifted position to lean her head on the older woman's shoulder, breathing deep, "It's your scent. That's all."
She was too much. The apartment was air conditioned, but it might as well be broken with the heat blaring through Stacy's body, compelling her to get closer. She obeyed, resting her cheek atop Carmen's head and breathing deep as well. How was it that, regardless of what other aromas surrounded her, Carmen reeked of sex in the best possible way? Like the air around her somehow smelled like how sex felt.
It could be her body. That blonde didn't compare. Stacy didn't either. Nobody she knew of even grazed the same plane of existence as Carmen's, with gorgeous breasts that rested heavily on her chest, yet they sat up like perky B-cups. And what of the obtuse curvature in her crotch?
That was special to them for so long. Stacy hadn't confided her lactation in many people, much less any past employees, and Carmen had done the same with her penises, all five of them. Fully concealing them was impossible, but Stacy had the honour being first to see them when they slept together. Although, she couldn't remember them clearly. She chuckled under her breath; they had spent more time inside her than out after all.
"I've missed you so much," Carmen said, lowering herself until her head rested in Stacy's lap, legs and arms curled up tight to fit on the cushions. If they started seeing each other again, she'd get a new couch, one big enough for the stunning girl in her lap. Fingers combed through the luxurious black and pinks locks, their length reaching all the way to an ass that Stacy would drool over in different circumstances.
"Me too," Stacy said, leaning to peer over her breasts, "So, uh, why did you call?"
"I..." Carmen turned her unique eyes away, grin fading then returning, "I really, really missed you. That's all, honestly."
"Did it not work out with those other girls?"
"Girls?" Carmen frowned.
"That nice redhead you were with and that... blonde." Venomous tones were foreign to Stacy's tongue, but it suited her memory of her.
"Oh, that," Carmen nestled into the plump woman's belly and shuddered, "You saw us and thought she was my girlfriend."
"Yes."
