Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).
Amy groggily got up and stretched her arms far into the air while lifting herself up onto her tippy toes. Her muscular calves and firm, toned ass flexed beneath her jeans in ways that Sam found mesmerizing as she stared. Amy completed her stretch and sauntered around the partition into the bedroom area, while Sam found her own PJ’s – some cute sweatpants with little puppies playing on them and her comfy hoodie from earlier- and shrugged out of her clothes and into the PJ’s, leaving the cursed bra (secretly, she believed every bra to be cursed) buried under her shirt and jeans. When she finished, she looked up to see Amy standing beside the partition, watching her. She was leaning on one bare foot, the other tucked coyly behind it, with her right arm far over her head, reaching up the partition, and her left behind her back. What she was wearing, however, nearly bowled Sam over, a sheer, blue negligee that must have reached to just above the bottom of her ass cheeks. Sam could clearly see from here that Amy had also chosen to ditch her bra, and her perky, surprisingly large breasts framed her almost-too-pink-to-be-real, tiny nipples and quarter sized areolas while they erected the fabric, forming tiny blue tents that housed everything Sam had ever desired. It was also clear to see that she wasn’t wearing panties and all but a small golden heart shape had been shaved or waxed from her pubic mound- recently, by the looks of it. Sam devoured the sight of her, as if she were starving to death – indeed, she had been starving for ten years now, without ever realizing.
“The, uhh, light switch is behind you,” Amy pointed, breaking the spell. Sam nodded, mentally slapped herself sober, and turned to flick off the light. The room fell into darkness, save for four small predatory eyes among the furniture and a dim light coming from behind the partition, by which she saw Amy’s silhouette paused, posed like a goddess, before she turned and walked out of sight.
“Goodnight, Lucy. Goodnight, Azey,” Amy said in a sing-songy pet voice.
Sam thought for a moment and quickly removed her underpants and redressed, leaving her sexy lacy red panties buried with the rest of her clothes. If Amy is going commando, so am I, she thought to herself defiantly. Though defiant to what, she didn’t quite know. She stumbled her way back through the apartment to the bed, weaving between the bougie furniture by hazy memory and dim light, struggling under the judgmental gaze of the stalking felines.
When she reached the partition, Sam paused for a moment to survey Amy’s bedroom. Here, more than anywhere else in the sleek apartment, her personality shone through brightly. The comforter on her king-sized bed was white with a single, large sunflower centered upon it, and the bed suffered under the weight of an unreasonable number of pillows. Amy had two dressers and two wardrobes supporting an army of stuffed animals of every kind, flanking a single vanity, and it dawned on Sam that Amy’s ex must have left her furniture behind when she left Amy for Mr. Pennybags. The room was lit by the dull pink glow of a novelty cloud shaped lamp on the vanity, and everything in its path cast long sinewy shadows. Amy was busy shuffling around in the top drawer of the farthest dresser, facing away from Sam, and Sam marveled at the site of her perfectly toned ass. It was the most grabbable, slappable thing Sam had ever seen, and she could have fallen in love with it, even if it was a lone, disembodied ass she met on the street. She wanted to bury her face in it and die in bliss.
Amy reacted to the slight noise of Sam brushing against the partition by standing up and quickly shutting the drawer, catching a piece of… fabric? Really big colored twine? within. This she pushed down with a jab of her finger, and she closed the drawer securely. She turned to Sam with a smile and stretched once more. “Go ahead and settle in, I’ll get the light right after,” she said through a yawn. Sam nodded and pulled the comforter and sheet back on the right side of the bed, then puzzled over how to fit in between the pillows. “Go ahead and drop the ones you don’t need on the floor – most of them end up there every night anyway, and the cats like to sneak in and sleep on them,” Amy instructed before killing the light and casting off her own bounty of pillows in the dark.
Sam lay in bed, yearning to reach out and touch Amy. Fighting her need to feel her, to kiss her, to do unspeakable things with her, she lay on her right side, the same way she always slept, but this time Amy was inches from her face. Sam could smell Amy’s shampoo and a delicate perfume that sang of flowers and sunlight. She grappled with the madness of her desire, retaining control enough of her body to lay still for what felt like hours, just sensing Amy’s presence and replaying their fond memories together juxtaposed with Amy’s sensual nude form. She regretted her recent decision of defiance, as she felt those last memories leave a dew of desire on the inside of her puppy sweatpants. Amy was shuffling quite a bit in her sleep- the alcohol clearly having its typical effect, as she muttered incoherent syllables and held a heated one-sided dialogue in the language of sleep. She shifted between several positions over the time Sam watched, from her back to her stomach, her left side to her right, and finally taking a fetal sort of position on her right side, facing away from Sam, while at the same time pushing her body into her, making herself the unexpected small spoon in this pair. She snuggled up against Sam and sighed blissfully, still mumbling, but now in a more relaxed tone. Sam made out only the word “love” from what Amy said, and she was almost overcome with the feeling herself. Slowly, Sam calmed her mind, by matching her breathing and heartbeat with Amy’s, until she finally fell out of consciousness.
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