Girls Only: Moms' Night Out (2 page)

“Oh yes, oh
god, please…” Jaime gasped, her hand moving faster between her legs, her
breathless begging giving Caroline goose bumps, her own hand rubbing furiously.
Her pussy was on fire. The only sound aside from their hot, rapid breath was
the wet plunge of Jaime’s fingers and the gentle suck and swallow as Caroline
took more of her friend’s milk.

“Oh hon!”
Caroline gasped, gulping another swallow of milk, unable to hold off any
longer. “I’m going to make myself come!”

“Yes!” Jaime
breathed, moaning and arching, offering her breasts. “Suck them! Suck my tits
and make me come!”

Caroline
gasped and buried her face against Jaime’s breast, softer now, less engorged,
but the nipples still hard and slick with milk. She sucked hard and deep, the
cream thick and hot over her tongue as her orgasm crashed through her body,
shuddering her against Jaime’s slight frame.

“Oh! Oh!
Coming! Ohhh!” Jaime quivered and spread her thighs wider, thrusting her hips
forward as she came, and Caroline moaned in happy surprise when her mouth
spontaneously began filling with milk. Jaime’s other, exposed breast did the
same thing, shooting streams of milk, jets of it, over Caroline’s shoulder,
splashing the bathroom stall as she climaxed.

“Oh god, oh
god, oh god,” Jaime whispered, leaning back, breathless, against the door, her
breasts heaving, milk making little rivers down her belly, soaking her skirt.

“That was
fucking fantastic.” Caroline’s fingers were slick from being buried in her
pussy and she sat back, looking at her friend in delighted wonder.

“Um—” Jaime
blushed, crossing her arms over her chest, but she didn’t get to finish because
the door to the bathroom swung open. Both women froze, wide-eyed, hearing the
bang of the door of stall beside them. They covered their mouths, trying not to
giggle as Jaime struggled back into her bra, letting Caroline help her with her
shirt. By that time, their interrupter was washing up at the sink. They waited
for her to leave before slipping out of the stall together.

The women
washed their hands, drying them with paper towels. Jaime patted at the
waistband of her skirt with paper towel. She’d soaked it with milk.

“I’m all
sticky.”

Caroline
helped her, both women straightening clothes, fixing hair. “We’ll eat dinner
fast so we can get you home and…” She hesitated, meeting Jaime’s bright blue
eyes in the mirror, feeling herself flush, seeing the redness creeping into her
cheek as she finished her sentence. “Out of those clothes.”

Jaime met
her eyes and did something that surprised Caroline far more than anything that
had happened so far that night. She leaned over and kissed her, soft and sweet
and lingering.

“I like that
idea,” Jaime breathed. Then she smiled, licking her lips. “Mmm. I do taste
good!”

“Yeah, you
do.” Caroline grinned and both women jumped as the bathroom door swung open
again.

“Everything
okay in here?” Nicki eyed them, frowning. “We were getting worried.”

“Fine!”
Caroline sang, grabbing Jaime’s elbow and steering her toward the door. The
last thing she wanted to do was make Sergeant Nicki suspicious. She already
looked down on them both for being single mothers. Caroline waggled her fingers
as they passed. “See you back at the table.”

Caroline’s
ravioli was as cold as death, but she wasn’t that hungry anymore anyway and
smiled when she realized why—she had a belly full of breast milk. Jaime, on the
other hand, was starving. She scarfed down her own fettuccini alfredo and then
Caroline’s entrée too. They didn’t talk at all during the rest of the meal,
listening to the other moms complain about carpool and soccer games and husbands
who came home late and never helped with the dishes, but all the while, their
eyes kept meeting, a secret heat between them.

“We’ve got
another Moms’ Night Out scheduled next month at P.F. Chang’s,” Nicki reminded
them as Jaime and Caroline stood to leave. They weren’t the first to go—another
pair of mothers had left just a few minutes earlier, claiming they both had a
nine a.m. soccer games to take kids to—but they had both silently agreed that
it was time as soon as the first mothers began to disperse. “Are you two
coming? Remember, you have to commit to at least two events a month—”

“We’ll let
you know,” Jaime said, stopping Caroline’s unuttered reassurances. “Thanks,
everyone, it was fun, but I’ve gotta get back to my babies before I burst!”

A few of the
mothers smiled in understanding, but Nicki rolled her eyes, muttering, “That’s
what bottles are for, right?” as the two of them started away from the table.

“Don’t
bother.” Caroline squeezed her friend’s hand, feeling Jaime tense and start to
turn back. “Not worth it.”

Back at
Jaime’s apartment, Caroline paid Jeanie and inquired about how the night went
while Jaime slipped into the bedroom to feed the twins. Kyle was asleep on his
belly in the pack’n’play, thumb stuck firmly in his mouth. He’d kicked his
covers off and Caroline covered him up, glancing over at Jaime in the rocking
chair, a baby cradled in each arm.

“They
sleeping?” Caroline tiptoed over. Jaime smiled, kissing the top of Hannah’s
nearly-bald blonde head, and then Harry’s. They were fraternal twins, but they
looked so much alike it was startling.

“Help me put
them down?”

Caroline
took Hannah—she was the one in the pink and brown sleeper—her belly tightening
as she saw Jaime’s exposed, milky nipple. She fought her own reaction, chiding
herself as she put the baby gently down in the crib. Hannah felt light in her
arms. Caroline was used to Kyle’s weight, and at a year and a half, he was a
hefty little man! Jaime put Harry down next to his sister, and both women
smiled at the way the babies sighed and wiggled and stretched until they were
touching, side-by-side, probably just as they had been in the womb.

“Thanks for
your help.” Jaime found Caroline’s hand, squeezing gently. “I mean… not just
now… but tonight at the restaurant too. Thank you…” Jaime glanced sideways at
her friend. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Caroline
threaded her fingers through hers. “The feeling’s pretty mutual, you know.”

“Is it?”
Jaime turned toward her, face tilted up, gaze soft, lips slightly parted.

“Yeah.” Caroline
swallowed, glancing over at Kyle sleeping in the playpen. “Listen, I think I’m
too drunk to drive home tonight.”

“Good.” Jaime
barely whispered the word before she kissed her, as light and sweet as summer
rain, and Caroline found herself tangled in her arms, her hair, their bodies
pressed tight and close.

“Jaime,”
Caroline whispered her name, moaning when her friend’s hand cupped her breast
through the thin fabric of her blouse. “Oh god…”

“My room.”
Jaime led the way, turning the light off and the baby monitor on in the
nursery. In the dimness of Jaime’s bedroom, on the double bed she shared with
Rob when he was home on leave, the two of them shoved off all the discarded
clothes and the forgotten breast pump so they could roll and rock and moan,
stripping each other impatiently down to soft, bare skin.

“Have you
ever done this before?” Caroline asked, feeling Jaime’s hips moving against
hers, their pussies close enough to kiss. The sensation was incredible.

“Nope.”
Jaime giggled, slipping her thigh over hers. “There’s a first time for
everything, right?”

Caroline
couldn’t keep her hands off her, could barely believe this was actually
happening. They kissed again, tongues twining, and the feel of Jaime’s wetness
against her thigh, riding slowly up and down, was making her crazy.

Jaime broke
their kiss with a question. “Have you?”

“Yeah,”
Caroline admitted, flushing.

“So teach
me.”

Caroline
moaned softly, sliding her hand down between Jaime’s soft thighs. Her pussy was
incredibly swollen and wet, and she opened eagerly, spreading her legs and
pushing her hips up to meet Caroline’s probing fingers.

“I want to
lick you.”

“Yes,
please.” Jaime nodded, her belly quivering as Caroline kissed her way downward,
spreading her pussy lips with her fingers first, and then the slow slide of her
tongue. Jaime moaned, pulling her knees back, giving her better access, and
Caroline took it, her fingers slipping inside as she explored the pink folds of
her friend’s pussy with her mouth.

Caroline
couldn’t help touching herself too, rubbing lightly at her clit, teasing,
wanting it to go on and on. Jaime mewled and spread and quivered, begging her
not to stop, calling out her name, burying her hands in the mass of Caroline’s
hair. She could have licked her forever, swallowing the musky taste of her
juices, letting them nourish her just as she’d taken Jaime’s milk earlier.

“Oh fuck!”
Jaime rocked faster and Caroline kept her mouth fastened tightly to her
friend’s sopping pussy, sucking hard on her clit. “Oh! Make me come! Oh make me
come in your mouth! All over your face!”

The next
moment was heaven as Jaime climaxed, arching her whole body, her nipples hard
and pointing straight at the ceiling, exploding with creamy jets of liquid. The
bed trembled with her orgasm, and both women cried out in surprise as they
found themselves under a pulsing white shower of milk.

“Sorry,”
Jaime gasped, giggling. “I can’t help it. They just do that.”

“It’s so
fucking hot!” Caroline gasped, sliding up to kiss her, licking milk trails
along the way.

Jaime
shifted her weight, cupping Caroline’s breast in her hand. They were smaller
than Jaime’s—had started out that way—and she wasn’t engorged like her friend.

“My turn?”

“Yes. Oh
yes.” She reclined so Jaime could lick at her coffee-colored nipples. They were
so hard they almost hurt and Jaime bathed them with her tongue. “Suck them,
hon. Please. Suck them hard.”

Jaime did as
she was asked, eager to please, and after a moment, gave a sharp gasp, pulling
back and looking wide-eyed at her friend.

“Are you
still nursing Kyle?”

Caroline
smiled. “He hasn’t quite weaned yet.”

“Wow.” Jaime
licked her lips. “That’s yummy.”

“Want some
more?” Caroline arched her back and Jaime took her other nipple between her
lips, sucking, sucking hard, making Caroline moan and thrust.

Jaime gasped
and swallowed, her hand reaching down and finding another surprise between her
friend’s legs. “You’re shaved!”

“Like it?”

“Oh wow.”
Jaime’s eyes got bigger as her fingers explored the baby soft skin of Caroline’s
vulva. She gasped when Jaime found her clit, teasing, rubbing. “Now I really
want to taste you.”

“Are you
sure?” The thought made Caroline’s pussy clench in anticipation. “You don’t
have to.”

“Yes!” Jaime
assured her, already sliding her body south, her sweet mouth seeking heat. “Oh
god, it’s so smooth!”

“Yesss.”
Caroline spread her thighs wider, using her fingers to open her pussy lips,
showing Jaime exactly where she wanted her mouth. “Here, baby. Right here. Ohhh
yes like that. On my clit. Ohhh god.”

“Is that
okay?” Jaime lapped tentatively at first, then faster, encouraged by Caroline’s
noises, her movements, the way she grabbed her friend’s hair, guiding her mouth
just where she wanted—
needed
—it.

“I want your
pussy,” Caroline begged. “Please. In my mouth.”

Jaime lifted
her face, glistening with her friend’s juices, eyes wide. “But…”

“Come here,”
Caroline insisted, reaching for her, swinging her friend’s hips around.

Jaime
straddled her face, looking back, unsure. “Like this?”

“God yes.”
Caroline wrapped her arms around Jaime’s ass, pulling her pussy down to her
mouth, devouring her. She was so wet, so sweet, the slick taste in her throat
making her crave more. “Oh you taste so good.”

Jaime was
licking at Caroline’s pussy again, spreading her with her fingers. “So do you.”

“Don’t
stop.”

“I promise.”

They wiggled
and writhed on the bed together, faces buried, tongues busy, the soft sound of
their moans filling the room. Caroline marveled at the soft lash of the tongue
against her clit. For a girl who’d never done it before, Jaime was a quick
study, and what she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. She
didn’t want it to ever end, but she was too hot to keep going for much longer.
Between the persistent tongue bath between her thighs and the taste and pulse
of her friend’s pussy in her mouth, she was a goner.

“Oh Jaime,
baby, you’re gonna make me come,” Caroline moaned, giving up, giving in,
letting her hips rise to meet the soft suck of her friend’s mouth.

“Me toooo,”
Jaime cried, and Caroline moaned, feeling the first wave of pleasure rush
through her with a tremendous shudder. She grabbed Jaime’s ass, plunging her
tongue deep, burying her face, feeling the thick pulse of her friend’s pussy
against her mouth as she climaxed, both of them moaning loudly, not remembering
or caring about the babies sleeping right next door.

They
collapsed together in a heap on the bed, panting and giggling and rolling,
kissing deeply, tasting each other. One of the babies made a soft cry on the
monitor and they both stiffened, waiting, but then there was quiet again.

“You’re so
soft,” Jaime marveled, nuzzling her cheek against the side of Caroline’s
breast.

“Nice, isn’t
it?”

“The nicest,”
Jaime agreed, sliding her thigh up over Caroline’s. “Mmm I think I want more.”

“Me too.”
Caroline smiled. “Sit up.”

Jaime sat
cross-legged on the bed beside her.

“No, here,
on top of me.” Caroline wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her close,
feeling the delicious weight of her.

“Like this?”

“A little
sideways…” Caroline shifted her hips, feeling the wet slide of Jaime’s pussy.
God, she was wet. It was such a turn-on. “Put your leg between mine… ohhh yes…
so we can rub our pussies together.”