Rest Stop

"I wish that I had time to take more math courses."

Pain. Burning.

"Don't you do math all the time? Engineering is math."

Her chest was on fire, and not in the fun way. It was hard to get air in.

"Yeah, but it's all applied stuff. I'm really interested in pure math, the kind of stuff that gets into, like, proving fundamental theorems and axioms and things. The kind of math where you're not even using numbers anymore."

Her legs were screaming. She needed to sit down.

"That's all over my head. I've only had to go as high as basic calculus, and that's enough for me. I don't have the time or interest to learn differential equations and shit."

For some reason her abs hurt, even though she'd only been walking.

"Oh, differentials are a part of calculus, and they're not too hard. They're just-"

"Hey," said Mari raggedly, clutching at her side. "Hey! Rose, I know you're like, Miss Goes to the Gym Eight Times a Week, so I get why you're..." She had to stop to breathe for a moment, leaning on a tree on the side of the densely wooded path. She was so winded that just talking was difficult. "Why you're not tired, but Lilly, you're carrying around like, two-hundred pounds of titty! How are you not even breathing heavy!?"

They both looked at her, and Lilly shrugged. "I dunno. We walk this trail a lot, so I'm used to it, I guess? And they don't weight two-hundred pounds."

"A h- hundred then," Mari gasped. "At least." Lilly just looked askance at that. "Christ, you must have legs of steel. Actually, no, that would make sense."

"Do you need to take a break?" asked Rose.

"I need a place to sit. Is there a rock? Or a stump or something?" Mari looked around, but no luck. There was nothing but asphalt trail ahead and behind them, and dense woods to the sides.

"There's a rest spot up ahead. We can stop there. Also, how are you not freezing?"

"I don't know. I'm not a baby? It's not that cold." It was in the 50s. The Flower Couple was dressed appropriately: Rose was in a pair of baggy track pants and a hoodie, and Lilly was wearing jeans, a light jacket, and her beanie hat. Mari, on the other hand, was wearing sneakers, a pair of lycra short shorts, and a sports bra. And that was it. Her arms, legs, and midriff were completely bare, just the way that she liked it. "I don't put on clothes until it's in the low 40s, at least."

"So like, is your goal just to be as close to naked as possible at all times?" asked Lilly.

"My goal is to look hot and feel sexy at most times, and I have succeeded today. Or I would be if I wasn't about to fuckin' pass out. Come on, let's get to that rest stop."

They continued on. The path turned and started to wend upwards, which was a struggle. The town planners had apparently chosen the one spot in Blanchepierre that actually had hills for the nature reserve and its accompanying trail. Mari felt a little vindicated to see Lilly start to sweat a little bit about halfway up - enough that she unzipped her jacket. This was a marvelous distraction, because she was wearing a very low-cut tank top underneath it, and was now showing so much cleavage that Mari could have easily fit her entire head in there if she had a mind to. It helped distract her from the way that her body was screaming at her to stop, at least for a bit. By the time that they crested the top of the hill she was once again red-faced and wheezing.

"You really don't exercise much, huh?" asked Rose as they stopped for a second time for Mari to catch her breath. "Don't you go to the gym all the time? Do you never do cardio?"

"I go to the gym to hang out and get laid, I almost never exercise there." Mari's hands were on her knees, which meant that anyone passing by could look directly into her cleavage. Which someone did. From around the bend a couple appeared, walking their dog, and Mari could actually see the exact moment that they noticed the three of them, because their eyes got wide. They probably made for a hell of a sight. Rose was completely covered, but she was still pretty tall and had really big boobs for her frame, which was clear even under her hoodie. Mari was practically in her underwear and had boobs that were each easily bigger than her own head, and one of them was currently glowing a turquoise color. And then there was Lilly, who had a bustline that was probably easier to measure in feet than inches.

Mari didn't pay them much heed. She was too busy being exhausted. They didn't really pay her much heed either. They were mostly focused on Lilly. They had been conversing as they turned the corner, which stopped the moment that they saw her, and they stared at her in a way that made it clear that they were trying not to make it obvious that they were staring... but they weren't trying very hard.

Apparently Lilly noticed this too, because when they got closer to her she said, "They don't do any tricks, you know."

The man immediately turned bright red and averted his eyes, but the woman said, "Okay, like, no offense, but how do you stand?"

"With my legs. We gonna go through the whole standard array of questions? I get my bras custom made, so they don't have a cup size I can tell you. Yes, they're very expensive. No, I'm not going to get them reduced, nor do I want them to shrink with magic, and my back is completely fine. That cover everything?" She didn't sound upset at all as she said it. On the contrary, she was pretty monotone (although that was really and all-the-time thing for her), and she sounded almost bored. Like that was something she just had to get out of the way when she met new people.

It didn't seem like this was going to blossom into a friendship, though. The woman said, "Huh. Yeah, just about," and she and her partner continued on down the hill.

"I wear a 34 O," Mari called to them as they walked away. "And my back doesn't hurt either."

They looked back at her quizzically, but apparently decided that wasn't worth responding to with anything more than an "Okay. Cool?" without even stopping.

"I swear to god," said Mari to Lilly, "you are the only person I've ever met who I can go out with in this," she gestured to her outfit (or, rather, her lack of one), "and get zero attention."

Lilly shrugged. "I'm a rarity, even now that everyone's got weird body stuff going on. People get curious."

"Mm. How far's that rest stop, Rose?"

"It's right there." She pointed, and indeed, it was right down the path, not even a hundred feet away.

"Finally! My legs feel like they're gonna fall off."

The rest stop consisted of nothing more than a wide wooden gazebo with a bench under it, but that was enough. Mari collapsed onto it (bounce, wobble) and leaned back, groaning in pleasure. "Fuuuck, I needed this." She rubbed her bare thighs with her hands. "That's so much better."

"Rest up," said Rose, "'cause we're going to have to walk all the way back to the car once you're done."

Mari draped herself over the bench dramatically. "You might have to carry me. I don't know how much more my legs can take."

"I can start taking you with me when I go to the gym, you know. We can do some cardio, build up your stamina."

"Pfft. Rose, look at me," Mari said with a grandiose gesture towards her chest. "I'm not built for running."

"Preaching to the choir, girl." Rose bounced on her heels a couple of times, causing her own chest to jiggle under her hoodie. "You can still do cardio. There are step machines, those are pretty low-bounce, and you can always throw on more sports bras."

"I guess." She ran her hands over the one that she was already wearing. "Man, I am nipping right out of this thing, huh?"

Lilly blushed slightly at that. "Yeah, I didn't want to say anything," said Rose.

Curious, Mari lifted her sports bra up, causing both of her breasts to fall out of it with a soft noise, and took a look at them. "Damn, look at these! They're crazy hard! I'm not sure why." Her areolas, normally about the size of her own palm, were all wrinkled and shrunken, which didn't normally happen even when she was turned on, and her nipples themselves were so stiff that she could swear that she could almost feel them throbbing with each beat of her heart. "They don't normally get like this even when it's cold. This is weird."

She realized that a long moment had passed without the two of them saying anything. She looked up to find both Lilly and Rose staring at her chest. "Oh, come on," she said. "You've both seen my boobs before. It's not a big deal."

"I have definitely not seen your boobs before," said Rose.

"Huh, really? Well, now you have. Enjoy." Mari bounced them a little with her hands. She could actually feel the air moving over her nipples as she did it. "Good lord, why are they so sensitive right now? I didn't think that busting my ass on the trail would get me in the mood."

"Uh..." Lilly looked off down the path one way, then the other. The gazebo didn't really have any walls, so Mari was perfectly visible from outside of it. "Not that those aren't nice, but do you think that taking them out here is a good idea?"

"Why not? We'll be able to hear anyone coming before they see me." Mari didn't actually know if that was true or not, but she was really enjoying the way that the two of them were looking at her. They were clearly trying not to stare too much, but their eyes kept darting downward, sneaking glances at them. "I can put 'em away real fast if I need to." She lightly touched her fingers to the tips of her nipples and shivered. "God, they're so hard! C'mere, feel these."

"Feel them?" said Lilly and Rose both at once.

"Yeah, it's wild, I don't know what's going on with them."

The two of them looked at each other. Some sort of wordless communication passed between them and, with a little bit of hesitation, they each reached out a hand. Mari helped them along by grabbing both of them and placing them on her breasts. "See?"

There was a mix of emotions in both of their faces, not the least of which was surprise. "Oh, wow," said Lilly, gently pressing her palm against her nipple.

"Okay, yeah," said Rose. "This actually is crazy hard."

"Told ya. It's not just the cold, either. It's like my body is just going, 'Oh fuck, exercise? We haven't done this in so long, how do we even handle it? Uh, shit, just make her nipples go fuckin' bananas.' Got an explanation for that, Miss Biologist?"

"Search me, I'm not a doctor," said Lilly. "Um... I believe you that it's not the cold, though. My hand is warming you up but it's, uh... It's still hard." The two of them were both just cupping her nipples in their hands, as if they were afraid to do anything more.

"I can think of a way you two could make 'em even warmer," said Mari with a goofy waggle of her eyebrows.

That actually made Rose blush, which Mari considered to be an achievement all by itself. "You're joking, right?"

"Sure," she said as unconvincingly as she could.

Lilly and Rose looked at each other. "You're serious?"

"If you wanna. Go for it, my dudettes."

"Like, for real?" Rose asked.

Mari rolled her eyes. "You both know that I bang, like, half of my close friends pretty regularly, right? You two can touch my boobs literally any time you want, with any part of your bodies that you want. It's all cool."

Of all things, this was what was finally causing Rose to sweat. Mari could actually feel it on her hand. The two of them looked at each other for a third time (it was kind of sweet how they apparently didn't even need to say anything to each other), and, as one, both of them lowered their heads. Their lips were so close that she could feel the heat of them, but they were hesitating still...

So Mari leaned forward. Her nipples touched their lips, and that was all it took.

She gasped, and suddenly locked her legs up. "Whooooa, my god..." They took to it like two professionals, which, given what Mari knew about their sex life, they probably were. Their technique was even the same: they both enveloped her areolas in their mouths, pulling them in, sucking not as if they were attempting to toy with her nipples, but as if they were trying to get milk out of her.

She didn't have any, but fucking hell, just the idea was making her wet. Both of them hesitated, looking up at her, and she grabbed both of their heads and pressed them into her breasts. "Keep going. This rules, holy shit. Why didn't either of you tell me you were both so good at this?"

That spurred them on. Rose seemed to get the idea that she should try something different, because her technique suddenly shifted. Instead of sucking, she pinched Mari's nipple between her teeth ever so lightly, not enough to hurt - just enough to make it tingle and throb in the best way, and started flicking the tip of it with her tongue. Lilly, on the other breast, was using her whole mouth to practically massage her, pressing her nipple up against her tongue, then back down, in slow, powerful cycles.

The contrast between the two of them was something in itself. The way Rose was doing it was sharp, acute, intense, like how it felt when someone played with her clit, except it was all in her nipple. Lilly, on the other hand... She could almost swear that what she was doing was making her entire breast tingle with long, drawn-out waves of pleasure that made some deep part of her really wish that she actually had milk to give.

It was heaven. Mari'd had a lot of people play with her breasts before - it was one of her favorite things to do with friends - and within seconds these two proved to be among the absolute best at it. She gasped and bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together, wriggling on the bench, her hands wandering from Rose's dense, curly hair and Lilly's silky smooth hair, down to their shoulders and back up again. "Okay," she muttered, "fuck. We're totally doing this again the next time we hang out. Jesus, you two are..."

Rose grabbed Mari's hand. Eyes closed, she brought it down to her own breast. Mari could feel that her nipples were hard even through her bra and her hoodie. Lilly saw her do this and responded in kind, grabbing Mari's other hand and placing it on her chest. Except her jacket was still unzipped, which meant that Mari was touching soft, smooth, bare skin. Rose's breasts were soft and warm and big, but Lilly's seemed almost endless. Mari was able to pinch Rose's nipple, which made her moan a little bit, but she couldn't even reach Lilly's where she was kneeling unless she leaned farther forward, which she didn't want to do, because then they would have to stop sucking on her breasts.

"Oh my god..." They had both switched techniques at exactly the same time. Now Lilly was doing what Rose had been doing before, pinching Mari's nipple lightly between her teeth, toying at it with her tongue, while Rose had switched back to the long, slow sucking that made her just want to let both of them drink from her until their stomachs were full. "Did you two plan that? Fuuuck... When I said that you could do this I did not know that you're both the fucking champions of titty-suuuAAH!"

It snuck up on her. All at once, she felt it in her breasts and in her nipples and in her clit, even though nobody was touching it. She jerked backwards and fought to contain a low, throaty moan as her marking flared a brilliant, bright pink. For a few wonderful moments her whole body was alight...

And then she came down, as it slowly faded away, leaving little aftershocks in its wake that made Mari flex her hips and roll her stomach. Both of them stopped, looking up at her.

"D- did you just...?" Rose asked.

"Yeah," said Mari with a lovely little shiver.

"Wow," said Lilly.

"Yeah, fucking wow." She leaned back on the bench and giggled, still breathing heavily. "Well, girls, congratulations. I have never, ever managed to cum that quickly just from nipple play alone."

"We're professionals," said Lilly, without a hint of sarcasm.

Mari couldn't help but laugh. "See? Wasn't that fun? What's a little titty-play between friends? God, I wasn't even really that horny when we started. From zero to liftoff in, like... What was that, two minutes, maybe?"

"I dunno," said Rose. "I wasn't timing it. You said that we can both touch your boobs any time that we want?"

"Yeah, why not? You don't even have to ask."

Lilly blinked at that. "But what if, like, you're not in the mood for anyone to touch you?"

Mari snorted. "Lilly, I literally wear my emotions on my sleeve." She pointed at the part of her marking (still pink, but the glow was fading now) that was on her upper arm. "And my boob. Besides, I trust you two." She stood and stretched, thrusting her arms into the air. "Phew! That was refreshing! I feel like a new woman. I'm good to start heading back now if you both... Oh. Wow."

Rose and Lilly had both stood up, and now that they had, it was pretty obvious that they had enjoyed themselves almost as much as Mari had. There were two enormous wet spots on the front of Lilly's tank top. She noticed this at the same time that Mari did and cursed, pulling at her jacket to keep the stains from spreading to it. Rose's track pants, meanwhile, had an extremely conspicuous bulge in them, which she sheepishly pulled her hoodie down over.

"Hush," she said to Mari.

"I didn't say anything."

"You're grinning like a cat."

"I'm just glad that the two of you had fun. You both got all your things in order? C'mon, let's go." She led the way back the way they came down the path, and the Flower Couple followed, after a moment.

"Uh, yo, Mari?" said Lilly from behind her.

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

She blinked. "No? I left my phone in the car. Not much for me to forget."

"No, it's your..." She blanched, looking at something further down the path. Mari followed her eyes. It was the couple they had run into earlier, coming back the other way. They had stopped dead in their tracks, and were staring at her. Not at Lilly, but at her.

"See, this is what usually happens," said Mari. "I guess they finally noticed me, huh?"

"Mari..." Rose was visibly cringing, looking down at Mari's chest.

Her chest, where her boobs were still out in the air, her sports bra sitting loosely above them.

"Oh!" She put them back in. Not hastily. She took her time to do it right, one cup after the other, then tugged on the straps a few times to settle them in. "Sorry!" she called out. "My bad!"

The Perfect Cure for a Lousy Day

I felt like writing Rose and Lilly being cute and gay and horny and in love, so that's what I did. This one has got a lot of breast-play, a lot of lactation, and some proper banging, which I feel like I haven't written in a while?

Oh, also! I have a Pillowfort now! Go check it out for more boob stuff.

Fragments: Movie Night

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Fragments: Bravery

This is a followup to Contraband, so you should probably read that first. I wanted to see how the situation I set up in the end of that story would turn out so badly that I couldn't help but sit down and write it.

There's some Spanish in here, and it will probably (though hopefully not) be immediately obvious to any Spanish speakers that I... don't actually speak Spanish. I did the best that I could with my limited knowledge and a few online resources, but I welcome and encourage corrections, either here in the comments or on twitter.

Fragments: Contraband

Very attentive readers who have been following me for a while might notice that some details in this story sort of conflict with some details in a previous story of mine. I have a very simple way of resolving this conflict of canon: Retcon. The old story was never finished anyway, and probably never will be, at least not in that form, so I'm not too muffed about it.

Fragments: Intrusive Thoughts

So sometimes I write these little story fragments- short little scenes that I hash out as warmups or just because I had an idea that I liked, but couldn't figure out a way to work it into a proper story. This particular one is (probably very obviously) me talking about my anxiety using one of my OCs as a proxy. But don't worry! The OC is Lilly, so there's also some boob and lactation stuff, and a little bit of characterization for her, too.

I've never really published any fragments like this before because they tend to be a little meandering and aimless, and I kinda want to reserve my story accounts on Literotica and other places for completed, polished works. However, part of the reason that I started this blogspot was so it could be sort of a catch-all for little things like this that don't really fit on the other sites I post on. (Actually my tumblr was originally going to be the place for that, but then tumblr exploded right as I was starting to actually get into using it, so so much for that!)

So yeah. If y'all want to see more little fragments like this one, let me know, either here in the comments or on my Twitter! If any of you find these interesting I can start posting more of 'em.

(And for the record, I don't actually think that Lilly handles her anxiety in a very healthy way. She should see a professional about it, and so should you, if you find yourself stuck in thought patterns like the ones that she has. Please take care of yourself. <3 )

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Lilly woke up, and after just five minutes of laying in bed, she knew that it was going to be a bad day.

It wasn't a gut feeling. She had learned long ago not to trust those. It was more of a state of mind. Last night had been amazing, and waking up to see Rose's beautiful face, sleeping gently next to her, was wonderful, but it wasn't enough to keep her thoughts from running wild. I've only been asleep for three hours. I'm going to be tired all day today and it's going to suck. Oh god, and it's Wednesday, I have to teach. We're starting the climate change unit today. I can't even think about it without getting sick to my stomach, but I have to go up and try to explain to a bunch of apathetic 18-year-olds what dire straits our planet is in while they stare at my tits for an hour. Fucking Intro to Environmental Science. It's not even my field of study. If I had just applied a week or two earlier they still would have needed TAs for the regular Intro to Biology class and I would be teaching something that I actually like, but I just had to be wishy-washy and drag my feet. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Some days, she was able to keep her mind off of these things. It was clear that this wasn't going to be one of them. She looked at Rose again. She was smiling in her sleep. Lilly was glad that one of them was going to have a good morning, at least. She wanted to stay in bed. To hide under the covers and snuggle up with Rose, bury her face in her chest and forget about all the horrible shit going on in the world. But, of course, she needed to be in class in an hour. She dragged herself out of bed.

Lilly's morning routine had not changed much ever since she was a little girl. She liked having this one part of her life remain stable. It anchored her, she felt, starting out her day with the familiar. First up was yoga. She'd been doing that for longer than she was able to remember. Her parents had told her that she'd started joining her dad's morning yoga sessions in the living room not long after she learned to walk, so she'd been doing it almost every day for nearly twenty years now, and she had gotten very good at it. Nobody ever expected the short, chubby girl with the gigantic boobs to be able to execute a perfect Lotus Scorpion or Pigeon, but she could, with ease. It helped with her anxiety. Calmed her. She was never certain whether it was the actual stretching that accounted for that or the comfort of the routine, but it worked.

Still, this was a bad day, and bad days were bad because nothing really helped. Even the calming music she put on while she stretched wasn't doing much to keep her mind off of her worries. She tried thinking about happier things. Rose smiling in her sleep in the other room. Stretch. The wonderful way she'd filled her up last night. Bend. The way that she looked up at her while she drank from her tits, and how wonderful it felt to breastfeed her...

Shit, she was starting to leak on her yoga mat. Calm down, girls, I'll take care of you in a minute. She hadn't bothered to get dressed before starting, so she was still completely naked. She did that a lot. Sometimes, when Rose happened to wake up at the same time as Lilly, she would watch her doing her morning yoga. After a few mornings like that Lilly had discovered that a well-executed Sleeping Yogi performed without clothes on while Rose was watching resulted in sweaty, awesome morning sex every single time, no matter what sort of mood she was in. It was like having a superpower. Lilly smiled to herself and did one, reliving the memories in her head.

If you quit your shitty TA position your grant and scholarship will both be cut and your Master’s Degree will go back to being nothing but a distant dream.

God damn it. She was doing okay there for a few minutes, but on days like this there was no escaping it. She sighed and untangled herself, then headed to the shower. She caught her own reflection in the bathroom mirror and winced. Sticky. Sweaty. Bags under her eyes. There was milk on her nipples, some of it dried and some of it from leaking a few minutes ago, and there were dried... other fluids in her pubes. Last night had been fun, but good lord, it had made a mess of her.

Good memories. Focus on those. Once she was in the shower she let herself think about breastfeeding Rose again (For some reason she had no trouble controlling those thoughts. Go figure), trying to lose herself in reliving the feelings and mostly succeeding. The hot water felt wonderful on her breasts, and as she gently pressed her hands against them they began to let down, not drops but full-on sprays, which spattered against the shower walls before flowing down and turning the water white as it circled the drain.

Normally she pumped in the morning, but today her hands would be enough. Rose had completely emptied her last night, and since it had only been three hours they hadn't had much time to fill up again. She turned the water from hot to warm (this would take a few minutes, and she wanted to leave some hot water for Rose), sat on the bench, and milked.

Four years ago, she had hated this. She had hated her body for imposing this chore on her, and hated it for making it feel so treacherously good. Four years ago, she started every morning tense and angry, hating herself for enjoying this and especially hating it when the sensations were so overwhelming that they made her cum, which, given how sensitive her nipples and breasts were, happened often. Four years ago, this was the source of the intrusive thoughts that she just couldn't keep out of her head.

Now, she couldn't imagine starting her days any other way. Milk sprayed against the the shower door, and she gasped and moaned in delight. This was the only place in the apartment where she could completely let loose and empty herself with no need for cleanup afterwards, and she took full advantage of it. Now, the times when her morning milking so completely overwhelmed her that she brought herself to a shivering orgasm right there in the shower were a delight- a reprieve from her anxiety instead of an instigator of it. It was one of the few things that she was able to do that actually worked at keeping her mind off of her worries every time.

Maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day after all? Halfway through emptying herself, she lifted her breast (it was hard to do with one hand, but she'd had a lot of practice) and started sucking on her nipple. This was something that she had always been able to do easily, but had almost never indulged herself in until she started dating Rose, who loved to watch her do it. It wasn't quite like the feeling of having Rose's lips on her, but it was almost as good, and it didn't take long before she was gasping, clutching her chest as she came and filled the shower with white.

Morning orgasms were a good way to start the day, she thought. They mellowed her out, helped calm the raging emotions that she'd woken up with. She even found herself smiling as she dried off and got dressed. There was another former source of anxiety for her: clothes. Four years ago, she did everything that she possibly could to downplay her chest. Minimizer bras (they were hard to get in her size, just because it was hard to get any bras in her size, but she had a few), and the baggiest tops that she could possibly find had filled her wardrobe. Now, though, she dressed for comfort first... which mostly still meant lots of baggy clothes, but she didn't wear bras that strangled her boobs anymore. They were gigantic, so huge that nothing she wore could possibly make them look not gigantic, so why bother? This was the body she had. She never asked for it, but she had learned to love it, and if anyone else had a problem with that, fuck 'em. She had bigger things to worry about than the opinions of strangers. Rose was the only one who got to have an opinion on Lilly's body and the way that she dressed that actually mattered to her, and that was because she had earned it.

Well... Except the university's opinion sort of mattered to her, out of necessity. As a TA she was expected to dress professionally when she was teaching, which meant she had to go a little bit nicer than shorts and a T-shirt, which was what she felt like wearing today. So... Jeans. Nice ones. They were kind of tight, but her butt and hips were big enough that pretty much all pants were tight on her. T-shirt bra, loaded up with pads to catch any accidental leaks. Between those and the thickness of the bra itself, her nipples wouldn't be visible through her top even when they got hard, which they had an annoying habit of doing for no reason throughout the day. Tank top, with lacy trim. It showed some cleavage, but not a crazy amount. Aaand... over it all, a long, light kimono that matched the tank top.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom door and smiled. She looked... good. She still wasn't entirely used to that feeling. Although... Hmm. That was quite a bit of cleavage, now that she was looking at it. Her breasts were mostly covered, but they were just so big that there was still a good half a foot of boob visible.

"Mmm. Good morning, sexy." Rose appeared in the mirror behind her, wrapped her arms around Lilly's shoulders and kissed her on the top of the head. She was so tall, and Lilly so short, that she didn't even need to stand on her toes to do it.

"Hi." Lilly saw herself smile. "You're up early."

"I saw a beautiful woman in my mirror and decided to investigate."

There was something stiff and very large pressing against Lilly's back. She laughed, turned around in Rose's arms so that she was facing her, stood on her toes and kissed her. The stiff and very large something was poking the bottom of her breasts now. She gripped it gently with her hand. "You seem to like my outfit, but do you think it's too low-cut? I have to teach today and I don't want to distract all my students."

"Hmm..." Rose had bags under her eyes, and her hair was all tangled and frizzy, but she was smiling. She looked thoughtfully at Lilly's chest and tugged the neckline of the tank top up a little bit. "I think you're fine. You're still mostly covered. And honestly if your students are going to be distracted by you they'll be distracted no matter what you wear. That's on them, not you."

"I agree, but if I get a bunch of students emailing the department saying, 'Hey, Professor Yukimura came to class with her tits hanging out of her top today,' I'm gonna be in trouble."

Rose laughed. "You worry too much, chérie." Lilly shivered. She loved it when she called her that. "The outfit's fine. You were the one who told me that your department head is super cool about your body, right? Even if students do complain, I'm sure she'll be reasonable."

"Mm. I guess you're right." She hugged her, buried her face in Rose's big, soft chest and sighed. "I feel like today's gonna be a bad mental health day."

"Aw... Well, if you need to talk I'll keep an eye on my phone. You wanna do lunch together?"

"Can't. I'm going to have to take it at noon and you'll be in class then."

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry, chérie."

"It's okay. I'll get through it. Can I stay like this for a minute though?"

"You can stay like this for as long as you want." Lilly nuzzled Rose's breasts, enjoying the warmth of her body, and her arms around her shoulders. And her smell. For some reason Rose always smelled good, even when she was sweaty and covered in dried sex from the night before. Magic, probably. "I love you, Lilly," Rose whispered, and she shivered. For this brief moment, everything was right with the world, and nothing could hurt her.

She could have stayed like this all day, but she had a schedule to keep, so after a minute or two she pulled away. "Alright. Ready to face the world!" She said it with an enthusiasm that she didn't really feel, but it made Rose laugh.

"That's the spirit! Go get 'em!"