Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).
Sam turned on the water, which, as Amy had predicted, came out frigidly cold, as if she had not used any hot water at all. She still let out a shocked shriek, and her nipples shrunk and hardened into icy daggers.
“Told you!” she heard faintly from the kitchen. Sam rolled her eyes and got to work cleaning off, taking care not to get her hair wet.
As the water slowly heated up, her motions became more mechanical, falling into their usual cleaning ritual, and her mind began to wander. She thought, again, of Amy, this time naked, standing exactly where she was standing now but bent over and fucking herself against the two headed dildo, bucking her hips back into it, over and over. Sam watched the mental image, as each cock slid into their respective holes, one into her cute, pink pussy, while the smaller one stretched her perfect, bleached asshole. Her hands had begun to wander again, her left massaging her left breast while her right plunged a finger between her folds and teased at her needy clit. She arched her back slightly, as if she was the one being penetrated, and stuck her ass out until it touched the wall. In her mind, she heard Amy moaning in animalistic pleasure but realized that the moaning she heard was actually coming from her own mouth. “Oh, Ames. Amy, fuck,” she whispered to herself, as her hands continued to work.
Her nipples had never left their hardened state, staying fully and painfully erect ever since the frigid water had hit her. She worked her hand along her breast, cupping it from beneath and massaging forward across her areola, until she was just pinching her little chocolate nip. Nothing. She worked at it again with more force. Not one drop of her milk escaped. She swapped from the left, forcing herself to momentarily stop fingering her nub. She worked both breasts in alternating massages, more firmly than she had ever had to before. A single droplet appeared at the tip of her left nipple, then another on her right. That was it. Try as she might she could not drain herself and wondered if they might get painfully engorged before they started obeying her. Maybe she had been foolish to think that she didn’t need a pump, but she just couldn’t make herself go down the pregnancy aisle of her store. It made her feel guilty, for some reason, like she shouldn’t have this gift normally reserved for mothers. She finally gave up attempting to milk herself and tried to recall the mental image she had in her head of Amy a moment ago, her small body pumping into the wall-cocks and her newly ample breasts swinging freely. She watched the Amy in her head start to work at her own breasts and felt her skin erupt into goosebumps as a phantom gust of cool air licked at her skin. *No, wait! That’s a real gust of cold air!* Her eyes shot open, and her head snapped to look at the door, sitting ever so slightly ajar. It was hard to make out, but there was a small black shape moving on her pile of dirty clothes!
“Azey, no!” she heard Amy say, as Sam opened the shower door. Instantly, Sam and Azey locked eyes, Sam staring into Azey’s bright yellow eyes, shocked, as Azey stared back into her own hazel orbs. With not one moment having passed, Azey leaned down and snatched up Sam’s dirty panties, which was apparently what she had been digging at earlier, and bolted for the door.
“Gotcha!” Sam heard Amy yell, as she scooped up Azey just as the cat left the room and accidentally knocked the door open and out of reach.
“What did you steal this time? It smells like…” Amy trailed off as she turned around, one hand hooked around the belligerent feline, while the other tried to pry the mystery garment away. Amy’s eyes drew up from her hand to Sam’s feet and then licked greedily at Sam’s body, moving smoothly up across her calves to her hips- lingering on Sam’s recently waxed mound, then upward across the gentle curves of her stomach to her chest, where they seemed to get stuck for a moment. It all happened in an instant, but it felt like Amy was drinking in the sight of her for hours. Sam grappled mentally with herself- one side screaming to cross her legs, cover her chest, shut the door, anything!- while the other desperately wanted Amy to see her, completely raw and exposed. That side of her needed to know if Amy felt the same way she did, and that side won out, keeping her paused in place for Amy to drink her in until she was filled. Sam’s cheeks flushed, and her ears flashed hot at her own vulnerability, when she noticed that Amy’s face had also bloomed into her own bright red blush. At that moment, Azey apparently decided to release his hold on her panties, which caused Amy’s hand to jerk upward and the panties to slap her full in the face. Sam and Amy stood frozen for an eternal half second before they burst out giggling, the ridiculous panty slap providing exactly what the two needed to let out their nervous tension. Amy turned around and set Azey gingerly on the floor.
“S-sorry, Sammy, I should have said that you need to latch the door. Azey still l-loves to steal things, especially p-panties. I, uhh… food’s r-ready in ten minutes,” she stammered meekly while reaching over to grab the door, which was maliciously just out of her reach and caused her to stumble slightly, her golden hair dancing across her face with the motion. She steadied herself, and Sam could swear she snuck another long look at her through the curtain of hair now covering her complexion before closing the door. Sam let out a deep breath and shivered with the feeling of coming off an adrenaline rush. She shook her body to try to shrug off the goosebumps and returned to completing her shower ritual in as PG of a way as she could manage, while still cleaning all her fun and naughty bits.
By the time Sam got out of the shower, her brain had finally begun to reboot and form coherent thoughts. She stood in front of the mirror again, wiped it off, and looked into her own eyes. *I want Amy. My body knows it. I k n o w it. Have I felt this way the whole time? Can I trust my memories of our lives years ago? How long have I been keeping this a secret from myself?* She thought, staring as if her reflection would say something profound and cast away any doubt from her mind. She dressed mechanically, still turning over the thoughts in her head, replaying all of her favorite memories with Amy from college, sifting through for any hints of her newly found feelings burning hot in her mind.
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