Arizona Heat

Arizona Heat

Part 1a: Kate's Story

By K. Finnegan

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It was June 21, 1980 in Phoenix Arizona, and I was headed out early on a warm Saturday morning to check out the garage sales in the neighborhoods west of Metrocenter, the big mega-mall in the northwest part of the sprawling desert city. I wanted to get an early start so I could finish up before the peak heat of the day arrived. The weatherman had predicted a high of 120 degrees in the shade.

Back in 1980 I was a petite 5'4" 17 year old with long curly red hair and green eyes. I had a good figure ever since the 6th grade, thanks to an early developing bust and hips, but I was also cursed with an "Irish complexion" of pale skin and freckles. After my family moved to the area from Athens Georgia in 1976, I was teased mercilessly in grade school on account of my accent and my freckles. Mark, my boyfriend, loved my southern lilt, and said he though my freckles were cute, especially the splash over the bridge of my nose. I hated my freckles and always envied girls with creamy complexions and nice tans.

I never had much luck with boys in grade school, and was always getting my heart broken by crushes that either ignored me or turned out to be jerks. Because of that, my first sexual experiences were with other girls. In seventh grade there was Alison, a pretty, shy blonde who I kissed on a dare at a slumber party after a glass of Boone's Farm. The next weekend she invited me over to her house to listen to records and threw herself at me as soon as we were alone in her room.

Alison was my first love, I suppose. We carried on for about 8 months till her mother caught on and transferred her to a Parochial boarding school in mid-term. I was devastated. I never even got to say goodbye. Then there was Yolanda, a bubbly Latina who loved to kiss, but was a strictly above-the-waistline sort of gal. Finally there was Betty, the athletic softball player. Aggressive and a budding full-bore lesbian, she taught me a lot but became possessive and cruel. Our breakup was ugly, and she started several nasty rumors that made me a pariah at school,

I had hoped to make a fresh start in High School, but enough of the gossipy bitches from my grade school were in the freshman class to ruin my reputation from the get-go. Once again I was shunned. I briefly dated Ernie, a nerdy guy in my English class, but he was a terrible kisser and had bad breath so I moved on. The nadir of my lesbian phase came when I met Becky, the Capitan of the varsity girl's basketball team and a total bitch. I foolishly let her fuck me in the back of her brother's van on the understanding that she would get me a place on the freshmen cheerleading squad next semester. I wanted to be a cheerleader so bad. What was I thinking? She of course did nothing Ð except threaten to blackmail me.

Everything changed my second semester when I saw Mark on the first day of music class. He was so beautiful; tall, dark wavy hair, lean - like a young Jim Morrison. It was love at first sight, and my heart started breaking out of habit. He was in his Junior year, and I was sure I would be invisible to him. But three days later, as if sensing my gaze, he turned and looked across the room, right into my eyes. He later told me that it was love at first sight for him as well, and I like to believe him. He asked me out then and there, in the first week of class, and we have been together ever since. When word reached Becky that I had a steady boyfriend, she informed me that the price of her silence was another session in the van. I told her to try fucking herself instead.

That afternoon I went to Mark and tearfully told him everything. He was so incredibly cool and understanding. He not only said there was nothing to forgive, he actually said it was OK for me to have the occasional lesbian fling while we were dating if I felt the need, as long I kept nothing from him and used "good judgment"! He was angling for a future three-way, the scamp, (as he later admitted to me) but what are you gonna do? Boys will be boys. His support for me at this time was priceless, and I was head over heels in love.

When Becky came to confront us at lunch the next day, Mark shot that bitch down hard. Before she could open her mouth, He stood up and told her that he knew everything, didn't care, and that if she didn't leave me alone he would write a song about how evil a backstabbing bitch she was and he and his band would tour with it to every high-school in the valley. That was the end of that. How he survived the fucking I gave him that night, I will never know.

By the end of my first year of High School I had developed a distinct preference for the company of guys Ð high school girls can be so bitchy, and I was sick of the drama. I hung out with Mark and his friends and started dressing in a tomboyish rocker-chick style, especially after he asked me to be take over Bass guitar in his surfabilly band. Playing Bass meant no more long fingernails, so there went the last vestige of girliness for me Ð not that I cared that much at this point. My usual outfit was now a concert shirt, denim cutoffs or a short skirt, a bandanna to keep my unruly red hair in check and flip flops or boots as the season demanded, much to the horror of my mother.

Today I was driving the "Bandmobile," a white '74 Ford van that we hauled our gear to gigs in. Mark let me use it pretty much whenever it wasn't doing band duty, which was great since I didn't have a car of my own. The van was a beater, but he had recently installed a kick-ass air conditioner to help keep the instruments in tune. With all of the vents pointed at me, and a 32 oz "Big Gulp" full of ice cold Coke, I was in my own little oasis of cool despite the scorching heat outside.

For my shopping day I was dressed to beat the heat in a short white cotton halter- top. I was going braless today and my perky 34 C's were enjoying the breeze. Below a few inches of bare midriff a short denim skirt with a black studded leather belt showed off my lower curves. My long red hair was tied back with a black skull and cross-bone bandanna. Flip-flops and a pair of mirrored aviator's glasses completed the ensemble.

By 11:30 I was heading back to Mark's place, as the temperature headed north of 110. My early morning shopping expedition had netted me a few tops and belts, but my prize find was a wicked-cool pair of black leather knee-high boots with 4-inch heels. I couldn't wait to show them to Mark. I had nothing else to do today, so I headed back to the house he shared with band-mates Shane and Jeff. I fancied a swim in their pool now that the peak heat of the day was coming on. As I pulled away from the last garage sale of the day, Rush's "Freewill" came on the radio. I cranked it up and sang along loudly - Geddy Lee, bass player extraordinaire, was my idol.

As I turned south onto 51st I saw a sedan sitting on the side of the road surrounded by a cloud of white steam.

"Bummer," I said to myself, "hell of a day to blow a radiator."

Back in 1980, 51st was the edge of town, the border between a growing suburbia to the east and the cotton fields and orchards that stretched out to the Air force base to the west. There wasn't much traffic, so I slowed down as I passed the steaming derelict to see if anyone needed help. The car, a tan Chevy Malibu, seemed abandoned Ð the hood was closed, as were all the doors and windows. There was no one in sight.

As I started to accelerate away I glimpsed something out of the corner of my eye Ð a woman slumped over the steering wheel! I spun the van around and pulled up behind the steaming sedan and turned off the engine.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed to no one in particular.

I had taken a Red Cross Class back when I was in the Girl Scouts, and I was desperately trying to remember what to do as I jumped out of the van and ran over to the driver's side of the car.

I approached the driver's side window, tapped on the glass and peered in.

"Hey! Are you OK?" I shouted.

To my relief, the woman sat up and seemed to gather herself. She looked to be in her early twenties, with longish strawberry blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed like a secretary or office worker. I breathed a sigh of relief that there was no sign of blood or injury on her, but my bitchy side bridled when I saw her unnaturally large and full cleavage as she sat back.

"Scottsdale is to the East, bimbo." I muttered to myself as she opened the door.

Although she showed no signs of injury, it was obvious that she had been crying.

"Hi." She said, dabbing her eyes with a wadded up tissue. "Do you know anything about cars?"

I glanced at the steam escaping from under the hood.

"I know enough to recognize a blown radiator," I replied. "Not much you can do till it cools down. Do you need a ride somewhere? Metrocenter isn't far, and it's air- conditioned. You'll bake if you stay here."

"I live just a few blocks north of here, just past Cactus Road," she said, "If you could take me there, I would be so grateful. I'm having a hell of a day."

I had no pressing business, so I agreed.

"Sure," I said with a shrug, "grab anything you need and lock'er up. If you come back in a few hours with a couple of gallons of water, you should be able to get her to a garage."

"Thanks," the woman said with a weary smile. "You are the first good thing that has happened to me all day. My name is Jenny, by the way."

"Kate." I replied, awkwardly shaking her proffered hand.

As she got out of her car I saw that she was taller than I had guessed, at least 5' 8." She had a pretty face, even with her puffy, tear stained eyes and smeared mascara. Her figure was pretty good too. Curvy below the waistline, but with a narrow waist and well toned arms and calves. Her enhanced bosom was a bit much, I thought, but it did give her a very striking appearance. I especially envied her smooth complexion and nice tan. She was dressed in a sleeveless white blouse, matching knee length skirt and sensible white shoes.

I returned to the van as Jenny gathered her purse and a small orange gym bag before locking her car and joining me. I had started up the van to get the AC going, as Jenny seemed to be in pain and was moving slowly. I vaguely remembered something about heat stroke from my Red Cross class, and wondered how long she had been sitting in that car in the sweltering heat. She opened the passenger side door and gingerly took her seat, wincing slightly as she adjusted the shoulder strap to the seat belt.

"Are you sure you're OK?" I asked.

"I'm just a littleÉ" she said, blushing, "No really, I'm OK. Thanks."

"Here," I said, offering her my Big Gulp "You look like you could use a cold drink."

Jenny gladly accepted the soda, took the straw between her lips and drank deeply. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"Kate," she said wearily, "did you ever have one of those days when everything went wrong?"

"Hell," I said with a grin, "I've had months like that."

We shared a laugh as I put the van in gear and headed back north. On the way to her place we exchanged small talk. I told her about myself, and my boyfriend's band, and she told me a little bit about herself.

Jenny was twenty-one, married two years as of May, and had a ten month old baby boy named Max. She grew up in San Diego, and had only moved to Arizona four months ago when her husband's company transferred him to Phoenix. She had recently taken a job as a receptionist at a dental office to help make ends meet, and was driving home from her job for lunch when her radiator blew. Her husband, Tom, was in Nevada on business till Tuesday, so she felt completely helpless when she found herself stranded.

As we talked, I decided she was all right. She seemed to have a good sense of humor, and a quick wit. I reckoned her swollen bosom was probably the result of her pregnancy, and not a boob job. I silently chided myself for being bitchy and jumping to conclusions so quickly. I got the feeling that she was a bit lonely, and was missing her friends back in San Diego. I suppose it's hard to make new friends when you have a baby and a day job.

Her parents, who had moved to the nearby retirement community of Sun City three years ago, seemed to be the only people in her social circle. Her mom delighted in spending time with her grandchild, and often babysat Max when Jenny had to work. She had picked him up this morning, taking him with her to Sun City for the day. Jenny laughed and said that her mom was probably showing him off to friends, neighbors and any strangers who couldn't outrun her.

We arrived at Jenny's street in a leafy suburban development just before noon. I pulled up in front of the house she indicated and prepared wish her luck and be on my way, but Jenny insisted that I at least come in to refill my Big Gulp with fresh soda and ice. I gladly accepted her offer, as I was enjoying her company. I was even considering offering to hang out with her for a few hours while her radiator cooled, then taking her back to her car to fix it. The boys had showed me a few things about auto repair. I let Jenny out at the curb then pulled around and parked the van in the shade of a giant cottonwood tree across the street from her house to shield it from the blazing mid-day sun. I grabbed my drink and stepped into the stifling heat as I locked up the van.

"I wonder if she has a pool?" I thought to myself as I eyed my swimwear bag.

Jenny was rummaging in her purse for her keys as I crossed her lawn, the dry Bermuda grass crunching under my flip-flops. The only other sounds were the incessant buzz of the cicadas and the hum of swamp coolers. The sauna-like heat was growing oppressive, and I was relieved when Jenny finally got the door opened and welcomed me inside.

"Oh wow," I said as I stepped into the cool, dark hallway, "real air conditioning!"

"I insisted that Tom installed AC," Jenny said as she closed the door, "I was not about to go through an Arizona summer with one of those evaporative coolers Ð they make a house so humid."

As I took of my sunglasses and my eyes adjusted to the lower light, I looked around Jenny's home. It was a cozy little ranch style house, typical of the developments in this part of town. The doorway opened onto a short hall, which led to a comfy looking den with a long couch facing the far wall, which had small fireplace nestled between sets of built-in shelves, and a color TV. The room ended in a bay window that faced the front yard, with a pair of recliners set in front. A coffee table in front of the couch held a few magazines and candles. Heavy dark drapes were pulled shut, keeping out most of the light, giving the room a cool, cave-like feel.

Past the den a short hall led to a small utility room with baskets of laundry sitting atop a washer and drier. The hall then entered a formal dining room with large windows overlooking the back yard. Opposite the front door was the kitchen, one end of which opened to a small bar facing the den. The house was carpeted with deep gold-brown shag, typical of the time. I looked around curiously as I kicked off my flip-flops and left them by the door.

"There's soda in the fridge Kate," Jenny said as she disappeared down a hallway to the left, "help yourself."

I walked into the kitchen and smiled as I saw the photo of a plump, happy baby taped to the fridge door.

"This must be Max." I called out.

"Yes," came the answer from down the hall, "It was taken about a month ago."

"He's adorable!" I called back, as I opened the fridge door.

After a quick search I spied a six-pack of ice-cold cans of coke behind a stack of about half a dozen small plastic milk bottles, which I assumed were formula for the baby. I grabbed a can and closed the door.

As I scooped ice into my Big Gulp from the freezer, I could hear Jenny rummaging through a closet in the hall, muttering to herself in a tone of rising frustration. I walked over to the kitchen counter by the window and gazed longingly at the pool in the back yard as I fastened the plastic lid on my cup and sipped. Jenny came into the kitchen with a concerned expression on her face, and reached for the phone that was mounted on the kitchen wall next to a calendar.

"Jenny, where's the bathroom?" I asked, sensing an opportunity to give her some privacy for her phone call.

"Oh," she replied, indicating the hall she had emerged from, "just down the hall to the left."

As she started dialing, I slipped past her and walked down the hall in my bare feet, stealing peeks into the rooms as I passed to satisfy my curiosity. There was an office with a desk piled high with stacked boxes, the baby's room with a crib and stuffed toys, and at the end of the hall by the bathroom, the master bedroom. I'm a terrible snoop, so after a furtive glance back down the hallway to make sure Jenny wasn't in sight, I opened the door and peeked in.

To my left, a large window covered with heavy orange drapes overlooked the front yard. The sunlight hitting the closed curtains bathed the room in a warm orange glow, like firelight. A dark wood four-poster king sized bed sat beneath the heavily curtained window, its sheets and pillows unmade and disheveled. Mirrored sliding glass doors covered the closets on the far wall, giving the room the illusion of depth. A door to my right led to the master bathroom. Curiosity satisfied, I quietly closed the door and crept back down the hall to the guest bathroom.

When I returned to the kitchen, the phone was back on the hook, but Jenny was nowhere to be seen. I heard a heavy sigh coming from the den. I entered and found her slumped on the couch with her face in her hands. She took another shuddering breath and sighed again as I stood beside her. She looked like she was going to burst into tears.

"Jenny, what's wrong?" I asked softly, instinctively putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Are you sick Jenny? You've been trying to hide it," I continued, "but I can see you're in pain."

"Oh Kate, it's so embarrassing," she said, her voice cracking with emotion. "I gave mom the wrong bag this morning. I woke up late and didn't have time to feed Max, so when my mom came to pick him up this morning IÉI packed some bottles for him, but I put them in the bag with myÉmy breast pump. I can't reach mom on the phone," Jenny said dejectedly, "and she isn't due back with him till six. If Max doesn't eat enough or I don't use a breast-pump, my boobs swell up and hurt like hell because my body makes too much milk. My doctor told me it's called breast engorgement," she explained. "If I don't get rid of the extra milk, the tissue can tear and get infected, andÉOh shit, I'm leaking!" she cried.

Looking down at her blouse I saw wet stains around her nipples.

"I'm going to have to go to the hospital!" she sobbed pitifully.

I remembered seeing a box of tissues in the kitchen, so I ran back and brought it to the den. I pulled a few free and handed them to her. "Jenny, is there anything I can do to help?" I asked, feeling helpless.

"Not unless you happen to have a breast pump." Jenny sighed, as she wiped tears from her face. "Or a really hungry baby." She added. "It's no good," she said dejectedly, "I'm just going to have to go to the hospital. Tom's going to kill me when he gets the bill." She looked at me miserably. "Oh Kate," she said, "you've been so nice and so helpful - I hate to ask you for another favor, but could you drive me to the hospital? I'll pay you for the gas."

I sat down beside her on the couch and thought for a moment. Going to the hospital sounded like a real pain in the ass. I'd be stuck there for God knows how long, because she would have no other way to get home. Jenny would be stuck with a bill it sounds like she can ill afford, and it seems like it would cause problems with her husband too. And I just hate Hospitals.

Suddenly I had an idea. A solution to Jenny's problem that was as practical as it was, well, erotic. I could offer to nurse the excess milk out of her myself. I had to admit, I was curious as hell, and more than a little turned on by the idea of sucking Jenny's huge breasts and tasting her milk.

"Down girl!" I said to myself as I felt a tingle of arousal stir in me. "Don't even think of taking advantage of her situation. This is a married woman with a child who needs an emergency medical procedure. Do not get carried away! You can do this, you can help her out of a jam, just keep it clinical."

I would have to word this proposal to Jenny with great care to avoid freaking her out.

"Jenny," I asked, "If you had a breast pump, you'd be OK and you wouldn't need to go to the hospital?"

Jenny bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Or a hungry baby?" I continued.

She nodded again.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Jenny," I continued softly, "It doesn't really have to beÉa baby, does it."

Her eyes widened and she seemed to hold her breath a moment as she caught my meaning. She then shook her head "no", trembling slightly.

I leaned closer and looked deep into her eyes so there would be no mistaking what I was suggesting.

"I really hate hospitals," I said softly, raising an eyebrow for emphasis. "I would do anything to avoid going to one."

Jenny swallowed, and answered, her voice barely a whisper. "Me too."

I leaned in closer still and whispered in her ear, "I can keep a secret if you can."

Jenny's eyes glistened as she gave me a hug.

"Oh Kate, you are the best, the very best in the whole world! I would never ask anyone to do this, butÉbut I'm kind of desperate right now." She sat back and looked me in the eye. "Are you sure you're OK with this Kate, you hardly even know me!" Jenny asked.

"Trust me," I said, "that's for the best. I've learned the hard way that if you want to do something and keep it a secret, it's best to do it with someone from outside of your social circle."

"That's a good point." Jenny said. "But we both have to swear never to tell a soul."

"Scout's honor." I said, giving the two-fingered salute.

Jenny mimed a zipping motion across her lips.

"So how do you want to do this?" I asked.

Jenny thought a moment, and then said, "Let me get a few things."

She got up from the couch and went rummaging quickly through the house gathering supplies. She returned to the coffee table by the couch and laid out the items she had gathered.

"Towels and tissue for spills," she explained, "this is for you to spit into," she said, holding up a large green Tupperware bowl, "and a glass of water to rinse with."

"Well," I said, looking at her milk-stained and swollen bosom, "I suppose we should get started before you pop."

A look of panic came over Jenny's face for a moment. She closed her eyes and took couple of deep breaths, which seemed to calm her. "I know what we're missing," she said as she got up and walked over to a cabinet by the bar. She reached inside and to my delight produced a bottle of Johnny Walker and two glass tumblers, which she brought to the coffee table.

"I don't know about you Kate," Jenny said, "but before we do this, I need a stiff drink."

"Now you're talking!" I exclaimed as she poured two oversized shots with trembling hands.

We raised our glasses to each other in a brief salute before throwing the Scotch back. I gave an involuntary shudder as the strong drink made its way into me, enjoying the warm sensation that flooded through my body. With a contented sigh, I placed my glass on the table.

Jenny was coughing lightly and fanning her face with her hand.

"That's the stuff!" I said, grinning.

"Yeah," she gasped, "wow, that should do it!"

While Jenny was recovering from the Scotch, I looked over the materials she had placed on the coffee table. "Does it really taste that bad?" I asked, as I examined the Tupperware bowl.

"IÉI don't know." Jenny said.

"You haven't tried it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "If I were pregnant I would so totally try it!" I said with a grin.

Jenny covered her mouth with her hand in surprise and giggled. "Oh Kate," she laughed, "You are quite the free spirit, aren't you."

"That's me," I said with a coy shrug, "I'll try anything once. Twice if I like it!"

Jenny giggled again. "Well in that case I hope you like it," she said cradling her breasts in her hands, "because I have two of them!"

Jenny's unexpected joke sucker-punched me, and I doubled over with laughter, almost falling off the couch.

"Don't worry," I laughed, after I recovered. "I promise I won't chicken out half- way through and leave you lopsided!"

We both fell into a fit of giggling which did much to release the awkward tension.

After we recovered from our giggling fit, Jenny turned towards me, took my hands in hers and leaned foreword until our foreheads touched.

"Kate, thank you so much for doing this," she said softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

I squeezed her hands and on a sudden impulse leaned up and kissed her cheek quickly, and sat back.

"It's going to be OK." I said with a smile. "Now, where do you want me?"

"Well," she said after a moment's consideration, "before I get the girls out, let's get you in a comfortable position."

We first tried having me lay across her lap facing her, but that proved uncomfortable. After a minute of awkward experimentation, we finally settled on a position that was both comfortable and practical. Jenny sat in the middle of the couch while I knelt on a pillow on the floor between her feet. This put me at face level with her breasts when I sat up on my knees. Jenny laid a large white towel across her lap to catch any spills, set the plastic bowel to one side then took a deep breath before fixing me with her eyes.

"Are you ready?" Jenny asked.

I swallowed nervously and nodded.

"Let's do the right one Ð my right Ð first," she said.

I nodded again.

After several attempts to expose a nipple Jenny became frustrated at the discomfort her bra and top were causing her bulging tits.

"Damn it!" she exclaimed. "Kate, I think it would easier if I just take all this off. Are you OK with that?"

"Sure," I replied, "that would probably make things a lot easier."

"Thanks Kate," she said, smiling sheepishly. "You're so understanding."

Jenny unbuttoned and removed her stained white blouse then tossed it aside to the far end of the couch. She then did the same with her milk-soaked bra.

As her swollen breasts tumbled free of her bra, I could not help but to stare in awe. They were 36 double D, easy with huge areolas that glistened with milk that had seeped out into her cloths.

"Whoah!" I exclaimed. "Good thing I didn't had any breakfast today!"

Jenny's serious expression shattered as she started giggling uncontrollably again. Her mirth was short lived this time, as her breasts shook from her laughter.

"Please," she begged, as she winced in pain and cradled her bare bosom, "don't make me laugh! Not yet."

"Sorry!" I said, raising myself up on my knees to get in position.

My face was now inches away the biggest pair of breasts I had ever seen up close. Released from their ill-fitting bra they hung free, slightly pendulous but full and shapely. They were beautiful, and I struggled to suppress a growing sense of arousal.

"Keep it clinical!" I thought to myself.

Jenny explained how the nipple needed to be stimulated to erection to get the milk to flow, and something else about mammary glands, breast massage and milk flow, but her voice became a distant buzzing sound that I could barely hear over the pounding of my heart. I was transfixed by her breasts, caught like a deer in headlights of an oncoming car.

"Does that all make sense?" Jenny asked, her voice suddenly clear.

"WhatÉoh, yeah," I said, snapping back from my reverie, "got it!"

Jenny gave me a knowing smile, "Just remember Ð no teeth! Max has become quite the little chewer."

"Ouch!" I said, my hands instinctively covering my breasts as I imagined what that must feel like.

"Let's do the right one first," she said.

I gingerly placed my hands on her waist to steady myself, acutely aware of the feel of her soft, warm skin on my hands.

Jenny rested her hands on my bare shoulders, and then gently slid her right hand under my hair and around to cradle the nape of my neck. Like shy schoolchildren at their first dance, we held each other at arms length in this awkward embrace for a moment while we gathered our courage. Our eyes met as we exchanged nervous smiles. I could tell that Jenny's breathing had quickened.

"Good!" I thought to myself, "I'm glad I'm not the only one whose heart is about to leap out of her chest!"

Jenny finally took the initiative and drew me to her, her right hand gently guiding my face to her waiting breast.

Time seemed to slow as the scents of her perfume, her skin and her milk combined into a heady aroma. My heart was pounding so hard I was convinced she could hear it. I closed my eyes and parted my lips as they touched her moist areola, gently probing for her nipple with my tongue. Upon finding it, I stroked and teased it with my tongue, figuring that would get it erect quickly. Her moist skin was sweet and delicious, and smelled faintly of vanilla.

Jenny let out a slight gasp as a shudder ran through her body.

"Oh! AhÉyes, yes that's it! That's the nipple all right!" she said softly. "Good, good, nowÉoh ÉahÉyes draw it into your mouth and suck deeplyÉmmmÉthat should get it ÉahÉflowing," she continued, struggling to maintain her composure.

I followed her instructions and as I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, I was rewarded with a spray of warm sweet fluid that coated my tongue. Jenny sighed with relief, and gently stroked my hair. I had braced myself for something salty and gross like semen, but this was incredible - sweet and delicious! I swallowed the mouthful and sucked her enlarging nipple for more.

Her breast yielded mouthful after mouthful of the delicious, creamy fluid After a couple of minute I noticed that the milk was less forthcoming and the breast felt softer to my lips, so I guess I was doing a good job. Jenny seemed to agree; I could hear her sighing contentedly in between whispered words of encouragement. I closed my eyes, and lost myself in the moment, forgetting everything but Jenny's teat and the sweet milk that flowed from it.

"Kate," Jenny said softly, her voice heavy with relief "you can't imagine how good that feels. A few minutes ago I thought my boob was going to explode, and now the pressure is almost completely gone. God, I needed that. Could you go to work on the other one now hon?"

Reluctantly, I detached my lips from her breast and realized to my embarrassment that I gotten a bit carried away. I found myself holding Jenny's lower torso in an embrace with my left hand between her shoulder blades and my right in mid-caress on the small of her back. Two of my fingers had even slipped below the waistband of her skirt and were resting on the very top of her ass-crack. I quickly repositioned my hands on her waist as I sat back and met her gaze, hoping that my blush was not as incandescent as it felt.

Jenny gave no indication that she noticed my wandering hands, to my relief.

"You didn't ask for the bowl," Jenny said with a grin, "so I guess I don't taste that bad!"

"Are you kidding?" I gushed, "Oh my God! It's likeÉlike melted vanilla ice cream!"

"Really?" Jenny asked, eyes wide.

She playfully ran a finger over my lips and down my chin where some of her breast milk had dribbled, then put her finger in her mouth.

My heart skipped a beat at the unexpected eroticism of her touch.

"Is that the Scotch talking," I wondered, "or is she coming on to me?"

A tingling wave of arousal washed over me as I wondered if she was secretly bisexual. She was from California, after all.

"Oh my God," Jenny exclaimed as she pulled her finger out of her mouth, "I'm vanilla flavored!"

This prompted us into another round of the giggles that only ended when she pointed at her left breast with a pained expression.

That's all the encouragement I needed, and I swiftly set to work on her swollen left breast. Her nipple was already rock-hard, and as I sucked the sweet milk from her breast, I could feel Jenny gently stroking my hair with her left hand while her right was softly caressing my bare left shoulder and arm. It was very sweet and maternal in a way, but it was also powerfully erotic. I was getting more and more turned on by her touch. My mind was spinning with the thought that Jenny might be trying to seduce me.

"I'll play that game," I thought, "my move."

I slipped my right arm around Jenny's body, pulling her breast towards my lips. As I buried my face in her huge tit, I gently teased her nipple with my tongue in between sucks, which had the desired effect Ð she gasped slightly, shuddered and her breathing became more rapid, but she made no protest.

"Your move." I thought.

I had placed my left hand on Jenny's right waist to steady myself, but Jenny suddenly had other ideas. She gently but firmly moved my left hand up from her waist, dragging my fingers on an erotic journey across her smooth belly, over her ribs, up her cleavage before finally placing my hand on top of her moist right breast.

"Remember, if you massage the one your not nursing," she softly explained, "the milk will flow better. A few more minutes on each one and I think I'll be OK."

She kept her hand on mine as she demonstrated the correct massage technique. As we gently massaged her breast with my left hand, I felt a tidal wave of sexual excitement wash over me. I don't really understand why, but sucking milk from Jenny's breasts Ð as sensual and intimate as it was Ð did not really turn me on as much as I thought it would. Maybe its some deep-seated primal thing Ð milk is food, comfort - mother. But when I started caressing her breast with my hand, my nipples became almost painfully hard inside my halter-top, and I felt an electric current run through my pussy. I could feel myself getting incredibly wet and swollen down below.

"Well played Jenny," I thought, as I felt a hot trickle escape my slit and run down the inside of my thigh, "well played."

I could tell that Jenny was getting turned on too, her sighs becoming louder and her breathing more ragged. After I got the hang of massaging her breast, Jenny's right hand moved back to my left shoulder, then slowly down my side, coming to rest on my bare midriff. As I continued nursing her breast, I felt her hand begin to slide up under my halter top and stroke my bare back, which sent shivers of sexual energy up my spine. I was not used to hiding my passions, and this erotic game I was playing with Jenny was testing my self-control like nothing I had ever experienced. I was becoming more turned on than I could bear, and I was secretly begging for an unambiguous excuse to tear her panties off.

When Jenny asked me to switch back to her right breast, I sat back a bit, gently kneading both of her tits with my hands, enjoying the sensation much more than I had any right to. I looked at her with a dreamy smile.

"You seem more relaxed," I said softly, "how are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm on cloud nine hon," she replied languidly.

She had indeed relaxed and as a result she had leaned back into the cushions slid a few inches down on the couch. My hips were now between her thighs, pressing up against the white towel that covered her rumpled skirt.

Jenny's breathing was becoming more labored as I continued to gently massage her breasts. Her eyes looked glazed and I sensed she was getting off on this even more than I was. Her left hand was stroking my long hair, her right was wandering inside my halter top, caressing my back and side, coming sinfully close to my left breast. I shuddered with delight at the touch of her hand, and desperately wished she would just grab my tit already.

I closed my eyes and put my head down as I came to a decision.

"Milk wasn't the only thing that had been backing up in Jenny's body," I thought, "I don't think this girl has been fucked in months."

Enough of this game. We both desperately wanted it, and unless Jenny puts up some resistance in the next few seconds, she was going to get it! I was so horny I felt like I was going to explode. Jenny's womanly curves, which I first thought overly ample, now bewitched me. She was so unlike the girls I have been with before Ð I desperately wanted to make love to her!

Decision made, I raised my head just high enough to look at Jenny with my best "fuck me" eyes, peering up through my long lashes and strands of red hair that had fallen across my face. Jenny stared back as if in a trance, with a look of fascination and surrender.

"Kate," Jenny said in a barely audible whisper. "KateÉI think my right one is ready again."

I gave her my best seductive smile and licked my lips sensuously. I then slipped my left hand around to her back while my right continued kneading her left breast. I pulled her to me forcefully, seizing her nipple in my mouth with undisguised passion. I teased it, tracing circles around it with my tongue, then pulling it into my mouth and flicking it rapidly before sucking deeply.

Jenny gasped as her back arched and her voice dropped an octave to a more husky tone.

"OhÉoh Kate, that feelsÉ mmmÉ wonderful," she whispered, "soÉgood! PleaseÉdon't stop!"

Jenny was in a trance by now, her ragged breathing punctuated by gasps and little moans of pleasure. She was becoming mine.

The massaging seemed to have worked, as her breasts yielded a few more mouthfuls of her sweet, creamy milk. As I finished her right breast, I moved back to her left, sliding my right hand behind her and setting my left to work caressing her right breast, tweaking her nipple with my thumb and fingers. Jenny's left hand stopped stroking my hair and wandered down my right side to my hips, while her right caressed my back under my halter-top.

Jenny seemed lost in bliss as I teased the last few mouthfuls of milk from her left breast. As I began to pleasure her nipple again she writhed with delight, and slid further down on the couch, moaning and whimpering softly. As a result, I was nearly on top of her as I stretched for her breast. I flattened my tongue and licked her areola with slow strokes, tasting her soft flesh and the sticky film of milk that covered it.

I felt Jenny's right hand move up between our bodies. I feared she was trying to stop what was clearly becoming an epic make-out session by pushing me away, but to my delight her hand instead settled upon and cupped my left breast. Timidly at first, but with growing passion, she began to fondle my tit through my cotton top. I moaned with pleasure as she found my nipple, and rubbed my breast against her hand, delighting in the sensation.

Jenny grabbed my ass with her left hand and pulled me towards her.

"I want you Kate," she gasped, "I want you, I want you, I want you to fuck me!" I smiled.

"Check and mate!" I thought to myself.

As Jenny slid down yet further on the couch, I raised myself off of my knees and leant foreword to kiss her lips when suddenly our damp and swollen pussies collided through our soaking panties and rumpled skirts. We both shuddered with desire and instinctively began grinding against each other.

Jenny threw her legs around me and franticly tugged the front of our skirts out of the way, flinging the towel aside as she gyrated against me uncontrollably, panting and moaning with lust.

All pretense of therapy discarded, I sat up and quickly spun Jenny around so that she was laying along the length of the couch. I mounted her straddling her crotch and began frantically humping her pussy, riding her like a bronco, while I reached behind me and undid the ties to my halter-top, before flinging it away.

Jenny began to whimper and moan as an orgasm built inside of her.

"Fuck me Kate!" she whimpered, "Fuck me! Please don't stop!"

I could tell she was getting close to a climax, and I could feel one building in me too Ð my panties were soaked!

Jenny reached up with both hands and began to fondle my breasts. I put my hands on hers, squeezing my tits even harder, sending waves of ecstasy shooting through my body. Jenny's moans grew louder and louder, and I soon found myself grunting and moaning uncontrollably as well.

As we began to climax together, I arched my back and squeezed Jenny's hands ever more tightly to my breasts. At that moment we both experienced thunderous orgasms that sent our bodies shaking with ecstasy. I threw my head back and let out a loud ecstatic moan, as my surroundings faded away and white specks danced in my eyes. I was paralytic with bliss, and the room spun as I toppled backwards into the pillows at the far end of the couch.

As I lay there, dazed and panting, my surroundings swam back into focus. Jenny lay sprawled at the other end of the couch, in a similar condition, her legs intertwined with mine. We lay there for a while catching our breath and regarding each other with an erotic mixture of stunned disbelief and animal lust. For the first time in my life I found myself well and truly speechless. These moments were for the physical Ð words had no place here. They would break the spell.

As if reading my innermost thoughts, Jenny slowly sat up and crawled towards me on the couch, her eyes fixed hypnotically on mine.

She smiled, put a finger to her lips and in a barely audible whisper, she breathed "Shhhhhh."

I smiled back and nodded. Jenny then rose to her feet a little unsteadily. She stood there wearing nothing but her disheveled skirt and closed her eyes. She took a long deep breath to clear her head then smiled at me, extending her left hand. I took it, and without a word she pulled me up from the couch and led me down the hall, past the office, past the nursery, to the bedroom filled with soft orange light.

Jenny led me to the side of the large bed, turned to me and softly caressed my face with her right hand. She then gently traced the outline of my neck and shoulder with her fingertips. I stepped closer and put my arms around her waist, unfastening her skirt and pulling down her panties, revealing her damp strawberry-blonde bush. She returned the favor, and my little red triangle, moist from our earlier exertions, felt the cool air. Finally, Jenny reached back and released her hair from its pony tail, shaking free her long strawberry-blond tresses, which fell in long curving locks about her back and shoulders.

Jenny looked so incredibly sexy standing there with her long hair falling about her beautiful face, bathed in the warm orange glow. My eyes drank in her beauty, lingering on her large breasts, her narrow waist, her full hips. Jenny was a woman in full flower, unlike the girls I had enjoyed before. I was burning with desire, and could not wait to explore with my hands what I was now caressing with my eyes.

After we undressed, Jenny climbed into the bed and scooted to the far side, slipping her legs and hips under the sheets. Resting her head on a pillow, she caressed me with her eyes as she waited for me to join her. I crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, drawing the sheets up over my hips and resting my head on a pillow beside hers. We smiled at each other, drinking in with our eyes each other's beauty. Slowly, gently and sensually we entwined our arms, our legs and finally our lips. Our tongues flirted gently then danced in a long, slow, passionate kiss that seemed to last for ages.

Eventually Jenny rolled on her back, pulling me on top of her as we kissed. I was happy to take the lead; I sensed that this was her first time with a girl, and I was determined to make it memorable. After several more minutes of passionate kissing, I mounted Jenny's left thigh and playfully pinned her arms to the mattress. As I gently rubbed her naked and wet pussy with my left thigh I broke the kiss and teased her with quick kisses and nibble on her face, and neck. I leaned foreword and dangled my breasts in Jenny's face. I was quivering in ecstasy as she kissed my pale, firm breasts and sucked my rock hard nipples.

I mischievously teased her by softly kissing, nibbling and licking my way down her collarbone, down her left shoulder, along her arm then across to her breasts. I kissed my way to Jenny's cleavage, burying my face between her magnificent breasts. After a delirious few minutes making love to her tits, I kissed my way down her squirming belly, swirling my tongue playfully in her navel before kissing my way back up to the underside of her right breast, all the while rubbing her pussy with my thigh, or hip. I worked my way back to her waiting mouth and kissed her passionately, releasing her arms. We caressed each other as we kissed, our hands exploring each other's body in the warm orange glow of the afternoon sun.

When I sensed that Jenny was ripe for another orgasm, I slowly moved my left hand down the curve of her waist, up the line of her hip, then down to her soft blonde mound. I ran the tips of my fingers through her bush, and savored the excitement that was building in both of us. After a minute of this teasing, Jenny whimpered a soft moan of desire through our kiss, spread her legs and began to rock her hips foreword, trying to force her swollen pussy to my hand.

I relented at last, and slid my hand between Jenny's legs, gently inserting my middle finger into her wet folds, which were almost frictionless from her juices. Stroking gently from one end of her slit to the other, I gingerly added finger after finger until I was massaging her wet pussy with my entire hand. She shuddered with ecstasy at my touch and embraced me tightly as she began to moan. I broke off the kiss to give her air, and began to nuzzle and kiss her throat as she threw her head back against the bed, sighing and moaning with delight.

My strong and smooth bass-players fingers were ideally suited to this kind of love play. I was soon strumming her wet pussy like a fret board, playing notes on her labia, her cunt and her clit till she was senseless with ecstasy. When her climax was imminent, I drove my fingers deep inside her while stroking her clit with my thumb. As I gently pinched my fingers and thumb together, Jenny exploded into a screaming orgasm that left her breathless and squirming. I brought her to orgasm several more times with my fingers before we took a breather and gently cuddled.

After we caught our breath, Jenny sat up on her knees and pulled me up so I was facing her. We kissed, and as we did she leaned in and began to rock her shoulders back and forth causing our breasts to rub against each other in a way that was breathtakingly erotic. I matched her movements, and we danced slowly together till Jenny leaned down and took my right nipple into her mouth. As I felt her hot tongue tease my nipple, I arched my back and sighed with delight, savoring every moment and feeling my arousal grow ever stronger. After spending several minutes making love to my breasts, Jenny kissed her way up my chest and on to my throat before I felt what I had been longing for Ð her right hand making its way down to my swollen slit.

My pussy had been aching for attention, and when Jenny's trembling fingers softly parted my labia I nearly came then and there. I whimpered and moaned with desire as I lowered my stance and humped her hand. She moved her fingers timidly, but that was not what I needed right now. With my left hand, I grabbed her probing fingers and pushed them deep into my folds as I humped harder and faster against her hand, grunting and moaning as a climax built inside me.

Jenny got the picture and stroked me with more vigor, rubbing my clit with her thumb while pumping two fingers in and out of my cunt until I suddenly climaxed with an embarrassing yelp. As I collapsed into Jenny's arms after my orgasm, she held me. She couldn't help herself, and a snicker escaped. I started laughing as well and we both fell into a fit of the giggles as we tumbled back into the pillows, laughing and tickling each other.

After a playful wrestle I pinned Jenny's arms to her sides and threw my legs across her hips, straddling her abdomen. I leaned over her, both of us glistening with sweat and panting from our exertions. We looked deep into each other's eyes and regarded each other with dreamy smiles. I gently brushed Jenny's tangled strawberry-blonde locks from her face, as she caressed my curly red tresses from my glistening brow. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, then began to kiss my way down her body, lingering for a time on her breasts before teasing her navel again with my tongue. But this time I did not stop.

I kissed my way down to Jenny's thighs, which she obligingly parted. I could feel her body tense with anticipation as I nuzzled her soft mound. I moved down between her thighs, parted her labia with my fingers and ran my tongue up the length of her pussy, causing her to gasp and writhe in pleasure. The aroma and taste of her sex was wonderful and overpowering, and I happily buried my face in her dripping pussy, exploring with my lips and tongue every nook and cranny, while teasing her swollen clit with my fingers. I was loving every minute of this Ð I hadn't tasted a woman's sex since I was with Betty in the 8th grade (Becky didn't count Ð that was torture!). I loved Mark, and he was a terrific lover, but there are just some itches a man can't scratch, and this was one of them.

Jenny was writhing in ecstasy, her hands fondling her breasts and her hips grinding her wet and swollen pussy into my face. She was whimpering and moaning with delight, and her gasping breath told me she was on the brink of an orgasm. I switched my attention to her clit, sucking and kissing it with my lips, probing and teasing it with my tongue. I drove her over the edge with three fingers driven deep in her cunt. I felt her pink walls spasm as a powerful climax shot through her body. Gripped with ecstasy, Jenny arched her back and let out a long ecstatic moan as a shudder ran up her body. This was but the first of many orgasms Jenny would receive from my lips and tongue over the next half an hour.

Eventually my lust was sated and my jaw was aching, so after one final climax, I kissed my way up her sweaty body and hugged her. Jenny kissed me fiercely, tasting her pussy on my face and in my kiss. She licked my chin and face like a cat, and kissed me hungrily again before sliding down and lavishing attention on my pert breasts. I was so turned on at this point I actually came as she sucked on my nipples. But I needed more, much more.

I felt another climax start to build as Jenny began to kiss her way down my abdomen. I writhed in sensual anticipation as I spread my legs wide in welcome. Her face was now inches from my slit, her hands on the inside of my thighs to either side. She seemed to hesitate.

"Oh please girl," I screamed in my head, "don't you dare chicken out now!!"

Jenny, overcome by desire or curiosity, slowly lowered her face to my pussy and began to kiss, lick and suck me to bliss. As I watched her head bob up and down on my pussy I languidly fondled my breasts and immersed myself in the waves of ecstasy that were surging through my body. Jenny was good for a beginner, and what she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm.

A delicious slow-burn orgasm ignited in me, sizzling and popping like a sparkler. I held it as long as I could before the climax exploded within me, leaving me dazed and panting. Sweet Jenny was still working tenderly in my cunt with her tongue, but I longed to taste her again so I pulled her around to a 69 position. We made love to each other's pussies until we were spent.

Our encounter on the couch was frenzied, lustful and almost animalistic in its intensity. Sex in the bedroom, by contrast, was languid, gentle and unhurried. We lingered on every kiss, savored every caress and brought each other to climax again and again with deliberate, sensitive and lingering strokes of finger, lips and tongue. This was by far the most erotic, the most sensual and the most feminine sexual experience of my life. I had had sex with girls before, but nothing like this Ð Jenny and I were making love.

After two and a half hours of passionate love-play and over a dozen orgasms, I was utterly spent. As my last climax subsided, I fell back into Jenny's soft embrace. Warm, cozy, exhausted and with belly full of her milk, I was content as any baby, and in no time at all I was sleeping like one.

---*---

"Kate," Jenny said softly, as she gently shook my shoulder "Wake up."

I opened my eyes and sat up, temporarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. I clutched the sheets to my breast out of instinctive modesty - then it all came back to me. I smiled sleepily at Jenny. She stood by the bed wearing a pastel blue bathrobe. Her hair wrapped in a towel and she looked freshly scrubbed.

"You were out, sleeping beauty," she said with a smile.

I grinned sheepishly and rubbed my eyes. A deep red had replaced the orange glow of the drapes, and the room was considerably darker.

"What time is it?" I asked, somewhat alarmed.

"It's almost 7:30," she said, "but don't worry, I finally got a hold of my mom and asked her to keep Max for another couple of hours. My dad's driving them over so he can help me fix the car. He said he'd be here at 8:00."

"I guess I should get going." I sighed.

"Yeah," Jenny said sadly, "You have time for a quick shower though. I put out a fresh towel for you in the hall bathroom."

"I don't know, 30 minutesÉwhat if they show up early?" I said, looking around for my cloths. "Maybe I should just go."

"Don't worry Kate," Jenny said reassuringly, "Dad's ex Army. When he says he'll be somewhere at twenty hundred hours, he will be there at exactly twenty hundred hours. I put your clothes in the bathroom too."

I agreed to the shower, as I could detect the distinctive odor of sex and sweat on my body. Jenny was friendly towards me, but there was something about her demeanor that told me that she was somewhat ill at ease in my presence. As she walked away, I watched her wistfully.

"The spell is broken." I said softly to myself.

After a quick shower, I dressed and walked down the hall to the den. Jenny had changed into sweat pants, sneakers and an old t-shirt, and had cleaned up and re-arranged the couch and coffee table. There was no sign of our passionate encounter; it was as if it never even happened. She met my by the bar and handed me my sunglasses and bandanna.

We walked to the door in awkward silence. As we reached the door, I slipped on my flip-flops, turned towards Jenny and smiled nervously. My mind was in turmoil.

"Damn this is awkward," I thought to myself, "I wish to hell I knew where things stood between us! Is she cool with what happened? Is she ashamed? Does she maybe want to see me again? Should I offer her my phone number?"

"SoÉ" I said.

Jenny shifted nervously on her feet, her face betraying an inner turmoil. She finally stepped foreword and gave me an awkward hug.

"Thank you Kate," she whispered in my ear, "Thank you for everything."

"Sure," I said, forcing a smile as she reached for the door.

I wanted to give her a goodbye kiss, but something about her demeanor told me that it would not be welcome.

"Drive safe!" Jenny said as I stepped into the warm evening air.

I turned and forced another smile, desperately searching her face for some sign of the woman I had spent an afternoon of passion with.

Jenny bit her lip as she waved me goodbye and slowly closed the door. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I saw a tear slide down her cheek as she closed the door.

I walked across the lawn, feeling confused and rejected. The shadows lengthened and the red hues of a magnificent Arizona sunset filled the western sky. The flinty smell of the desert wafted in on the warm evening breeze. I opened the van and climbed in. I didn't start the engine right away, as I was rather enjoying the feeling of the warm evening air on my skin after spending so long in Jenny's air-conditioned house.

I rested my hands on the steering wheel and stared ahead, my emotions in turmoil. A feeling of melancholy came over me as I realized that I would probably never see Jenny again.

"What did you expect girl?" I thought to myself. "She's married with a baby. You gave her what she needed, and now you're through." I leaned over the steering wheel and closed my eyes.

I vividly recalled catching a glimpse of us in the mirrored closet door as we knelt on the bed in a passionate embrace. My back was arched as Jenny was leaning down, kissing my breasts. I was gently caressing her hair and staring dreamily at our reflection. The disheveled white bed sheets, swirled about by our exertions, looked like a creamy waterfall, and the soft orange light gave the whole tableau a dreamy, otherworldly feel. I thought we looked like two mythical nymphs in an erotic Maxfield Parrish painting, magically brought to life. As I sighed savoring the memory, a shadow crossed the driver- side window and a sharp rap made me nearly jump out of my skin.

I let out a yelp as I jumped in my seat. My heart was pounding as I turned to see Jenny's laughing face outside my window. I quickly rolled down my window, wondering intently what she wanted to say to me.

"I'm sorry Kate," she said laughing, "I didn't mean to startle you like that!"

Her demeanor seemed more at ease, even a bit flirty.

"Here," she said smiling, "you forgot this." She handed me my Big Gulp. "I refilled your coke for you while you were in the shower."

I took the cup and as I did, I noticed something strange about the lid. As I examined it more closely, I saw that Jenny had written something on it in permanent marker Ð a phone number! Mouth agape, I looked back at her as my heart raced.

At that moment the dashboard clock ticked to 8:00, and a beautifully restored red and white 57 Chevy rounded the corner at the end of the street, heading towards Jenny's house. She looked at me and smiled, rocking back on her heels, then giving me a little wave.

"That's dad. See ya!" she said as she turned and ran back to her house.

"Yeah," I said, with a stunned expression, "see ya." A huge smile came to my face. It looked like I was going to take Mark up on his offer after all. This adventure wasn't over yet.