Lesbian First-Time Erotica
"Milk of Human Kindness" a sex story by Cynthia Rayne
She was devastated. Catherine was my best friend of twenty-eight years and I'd never seen her quite like this. She sat across from me on the couch, clutching a handful of tissues with her designer suit that was wrinkled and stained on the collar with coffee. Her normally elegant French twist had fallen free and wild strands of blond hair were all around her face. Her blue eyes were shimmering with unshed tears and from dark circles below them, it was evident that she'd had slept much. Her tear tracks had painted her face with ebony lines that bled into the smeared red lipstick on her mouth. With her slim physique, fashion sense and good looks, she routinely resembled a model, and seeing her in this shape was truly frightening.
Even at her most disheveled, Catherine still looked more put together than I usually did. I was currently wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt stained with flour. Being a stay-at-home mom with two children didn't lend itself to being well groomed or glamorous. Truthfully, I've never paid much attention to make-up or designer clothes anyway. I was a pretty, chubby housewife and I'd never been able to measure up to her perfection. But I didn't resent her for it; in fact, it was always something I admired about Catherine. She never let that beauty define her and she was just as lovely inside as she was outside.
I'd just put my infant son down for a nap and was making chocolate chip cookies with my four-year-old daughter when Catherine arrived. I immediately managed to arrange an impromptu play date with the little boy next door for my daughter, and I took the baby monitor into the living room with me. My husband, Jim, wasn't due home for three hours, so we had plenty of time to talk.
"What happened, Cat?" I asked softly, using her childhood name. I'd called her that up until 8th grade when she'd decided it was too childish.
Catherine turned those wretched eyes to me and said simply, "She left me, Leah. Kim left me."
It was unthinkable. Kim had been Cat's partner for nearly eight years. They'd met during freshmen orientation in college and had been inseparable ever since. They had a commitment ceremony and had been living together for six years. There was even talk of going to Hawaii to be married.
"What happened?"
"I came home last night and found a note. A note! I still can't believe that. She didn't even have the courtesy to tell me that she was leaving me in person. After all that time, she owed me that at least. She just took all of her things and left without a saying a word to me."
I reached out for her hand and squeezed it. "I'm so sorry, Cat. I know how much you love her."
"And I thought she loved me, Leah." She took in a shuddering breath. "But she said that she fell in love with another woman. A younger, more beautiful woman. " Catherine mopped at her cheeks with the tissues. "She said.....Kim said that she didn't find me attractive anymore."
"She's insane! You're beautiful."
Catherine just shook her head. She hunched her shoulders as if she was trying to hold all of her pain on them. She'd always done this. Cat was always willing to share what was going on in her life but she always wanted to deal with it on her own. Frankly, I was surprised to see her this soon after something happened. She usually waited weeks to tell anyone her bad news so that she would have time to compose herself and come up with a plausible solution.
I got off my chair and pulled her out of hers so that we could stand in front of the mirror over the mantle. It was a wide, gilded mirror that was the perfect frame for her ivory beauty. But even as I stood next to her, I knew she didn't see what I saw.
So, I turned to her and reached up on tiptoe to take her face in my hands. "Catherine, she was a fool to leave you. You are truly lovely. . .and I'm not just talking about the inside." I slid my hand down the line of her throat to above her breast where her heart beat steadily. "You have a good heart and if she can't see it then it is her loss. But, please, don't doubt yourself."
Catherine gave me a watery smile before slid her arms around me and held me close. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." I wrapped my arms around her waist. "I'll always be here for you. I'm not going anywhere."
She chuckled but it was a raspy sound. Her throat was raw from her tears. "You are the only stable relationship I've had with a woman."
"What about Lisa?" I teased, looking up at her with a grin. "From what you said, that was pretty stable."
"That wasn't a relationship, Leah, that was sex," Catherine said, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Still, it was stable." I wondered why we didn't let go of each other but, somehow, it felt right to hold her. I needed to comfort her, hold her, touch her.
Catherine looked down at me, noticing the threadbare t-shirt and the jean shorts. "Leah, we need to go shopping soon."
"You know I hate those designer stores," I protested. "Leave me to my cotton, denim and flannel."
Catherine smoothed a hand over the neckline. "This is practically see through."
"I know....I know. But it's comfortable." I licked my lips nervously, both hoping and fearing she would ease her hand beneath the cotton. Hopeful, because I've always loved and admired Catherine. I wanted to comfort her, reassure her. I'd never been attracted to her on a sexual level but she was my hero and always would be. If she needed me, she could have me.
Instead, she traced a path down over one engorged breast. I had already fed Daniel but I produced more milk than he could drink. I normally breast pumped after a feeding so I could reserve the milk but hadn't had a chance to do so.
"I had no idea breast feeding would make them so large." She licked her lips. Catherine's finger strayed over my nipple, which pebbled under touch. "Can I see them?"
I gave a shaky nod.
She peeled the shirt up my body, bringing it to rest just under my arms, framing my breasts with it. I hadn't put my bra back on after I fed him. I moaned as I could feel the milk coming. It left a white trail down each breast.
Her breath caught and she rimmed her mouth with her tongue. Keeping her eyes firmly fixed on mine, she slid to her knees, bringing her face to the height of my breasts. She was waiting for me to pull back or push her away but it felt right somehow. She needed me. Needed this.
"Suckle me," I whispered. "Take comfort in me." I smoothed her hair as though she were a small child. It felt so warm and so right.
Catherine latched onto my left breast and suckled. She moaned around my nipple as the milk splashed into her mouth. She held me close, my nipple lost in the wet heat of her mouth.
The erotic pull on my nipple echoed into a place deep inside me. It was a place that Catherine had never stirred me before. It had been so long since Jim and I had made love, before the baby was born.
She pulled away and licked her lips. "Is this okay?"
"Yes, drink me in." I brought her mouth back to my breast and she began to suckle again. She drank down my love for her like a woman starved for affection and affirmation. I gasped as she emptied one breast and moved onto the other hungrily.
Fire of Reflection by Chris Corter
"I love you, Catherine," I crooned. "I always will." She latched on and sucked harder on the other breast. I couldn't help crying out. I pressed my legs together, creating the friction I needed. I think if Catherine hadn't been holding onto me, I would have fell to the floor. She pulled on my nipple and my hips swayed in counterpoint. As she strained to suck the last drop of milk from me, I came against her. I couldn't hold myself upright anymore. She let me sink to the floor, cradling me against her, face buried against my breasts. I held her against me, still quaking with the aftershocks of my first orgasm in months. And there we lay on the carpet of my suburban home.
Catherine placed a kiss on each breast. "Thank you, Leah, for loving me."
I pulled her down, so our noses touched and our breath intermingled. I pressed a soft kiss against her mouth. "I always will."
"I love you, too." She kissed me quickly, her tongue darting in my mouth a little. "And I always will."
I wasn't quite sure if it was still a love borne of friendship or maybe something more, but I knew it was real and it was forever.
Originally Published June 2006: Sexy, Strange & Strangely Sexy