Chapter 8: Lactating is embarrassing

Amanda woke up lazily the next day, her pussy still clenched around nothing. And it was hard to ignore the strong scent of womanly fluids.

The sheets beneath her hips were stiff and damp thanks to how much of a pervert she was. Her legs still felt somewhat pleasantly weak.

Stretching lazily, she rubbed her heavy eyes and pushed the tangled blankets off. Maybe because she was sleeping, she didn’t notice how her thin shirt clung to her tits, thanks to a mix of sweat and her lactation.

She wanted to take a shower as soon as possible, but she needed a cup of water before doing anything else in the morning.

Because of that she opened her room’s door, and was immediately greeted by a rich, mouth-watering aroma of food being cooked.

And with how small her apartment was, her eyes quickly fell on Arthus’s broad back as he focused on cooking. He was wearing a tank top, and she could see the muscles in his back and his biceps flexing as he carefully prepared the meal.

Then, listening to her porch, he turned behind, meeting her with a beautiful smile. The morning sun bathed his face, making him look even more handsome.

"Morning, Amanda. Hope you’re hungry. I figured I’d make breakfast since I got back early."

Amanda’s heart hammered against her ribs. A treacherous heat bloomed low in her belly, making her panties damp once again..

Her nipples, already stiff from the morning chill, became aching peaks that strained against her sleep shirt

She was frozen in the doorway, her voice trapped in her throat, leaving her staring dumbly at Arthur.

"Is everything okay?" The man asked, approaching her.

And it was just at that moment that Arthur paid attention to her appearance. She was not naked, but she could as well be, and it would still not be that erotic.

Her shirt barely reached her thighs, giving Arthus an unobstructed view of her long, perfect legs. The way the thin fabric clung to her curves, and how her stiff nipples strained against it, was irresistibly erotic.

The man swallowed hard, trying, and failing, to suppress the erection that stirred in his jeans.

"I... I need coffee," Amanda stammered. A deep blush quickly spread across her cheeks, then crept down her neck and into her ears, leaving them flushed pink.

"I will make a cup for you right now," Arthus commented, turning away from her. This was the best way of avoiding temptation.

He focused on making her a delicious coffee, at the same time he finished cooking her breakfast quickly.

Then, Amanda sat at the small table, crossing her legs tightly as Arthur placed the plate in front of her, and also a cup of coffee.

The smell of eggs and bacon, added to the delicious taste of caffeine, helped relax the woman. But maybe this was a mistake.

Without her noticing, her excitement made her panties even dampier. And after a while, a warm drop escaped her left nipple and began to soak her shit even more.

Just then, Amanda noticed what was happening and felt even more embarrassed. She glanced at Arthur, but he seemed to be centrally focused on his cellphone for some reason,

Hopefully he hadn’t noticed anything. Because if he did, she would die of embarrassment.

And for some reason, the more embarrassed she got, the more milk leaked. Soon there were two obvious wet spots, and the fabric was turning transparent in places.

She somehow downed all the food, in less minutes, and drank half the coffee, before running to her room saying she needed to take a shower.

Arthus nodded, and didn’t say anything, he was actually relieved she had left, because he was also wondering if she had noticed his obvious bulge.

Back at her room, Amanda immediately closed her door, and opened the window, hoping the air could carry part of the smell away.

She also removed the damp sheet, putting them on the dirty clothes basket. And changed it for a new sheet. And she did the exact same to her panties and shirt.

Then she immediately stepped into the shows, letting the running water, carry away her lactating milk, and love juices.

"Shit, why am I producing all this milk out of nowhere?" She wondered to herself, feeling even more embarrassed.

She had always had this lactating problem. For some reason, she would begin producing milk out of nowhere, even if she had no kids to speak of.

"Fuck..." Her breath hitched. She was feeling especially horny that morning, but hopefully the cold water would help her calm down and put the whole thing out of her mind.

The shower was slowly turned off, and for a long minute, she remained in the stall, letting the cold air brush against her skin.

"Okay, I need to pull myself together," she murmured before leaving the bathroom.

She quickly dried herself and got dressed, choosing the thickest bra she owned and a heavy shirt. She also put on a sanitary pad, just in case. It was usually something she used during her period, but it worked well enough for situations like this too.

Finally, Amanda completed the unattractive outfit with a pair of loose sweatpants that didn’t cling to her curves at all.

Stepping out of her room, she found out Arthur had finished eating his own breakfast, and was washing the dishes.

"You have cooked already, you can leave the dishes for me, kiddo," Amanda said, approaching him with light steps.

"No, I want to do it..." he commented. "I need to be useful, to thank you for having me here. And I’m sorry for just sleeping at a friend’s house out of nowhere."

Amanda smiled, just as expected, Arthus really was a very good boy.

"It’s fine, it’s good to have fun, you are at that age after all," she smiled. "And you send me a message first, so I give you a nine out of ten."

"What am I missing for the perfect score?" Arthurs asked with an ironic smile.

"Telling me whose house it is, of course," she pouted and leaned into him cutely. "That way, I can more or less know who to call if you disappear."

"It makes sense, but it’s not like you know my friends."

"Then you should start by introducing them to me," she said, giving him a playful bump with her hip to push him away from the sink, taking over the dishes herself.

"It may be a bit early for that..." It was all Arthur could think of saying. He didn’t really know anyone in the city aside from Iris.

"Wait. Yesterday, you...?" Amanda blushed, imagining that perhaps Arthur had actually gone to some girl’s house yesterday. "Never mind. What about the cat? How is he doing? Have you thought of a name yet?"

"Actually..." He scratched the back of his neck. "I’m also sorry about bringing an animal in here like that, but he’s doing fine. On Monday, I’ll go take him from the vet club, and they said they’d give him his vaccines as long as he’s healthy enough."

"That’s great!" She clapped her hands with a big smile. "And you have nothing to worry about. Rescuing a poor cat during a storm is exactly what I’d expect from a good kid like you."

"Hmm... okay," Arthus said. "So he can stay here until I get my own apartment?"

"Of course. There’s no problem with that," Amanda replied with a bright smile. "Now, do you have any plans for today?"