Excerpt - Girls Only: Moms' Night Out

Selena Kitt

“Sweetie? It’s me. Open up.”

The lock slid over and the door swung open, revealing a dejected Jaime sitting fully clothed on the toilet, stuffing folded paper towels into her bra. Caroline’s heart melted. If only she hadn’t forgotten the damned pump!

“I’m leaking like crazy. It’s killing me! They’re so tender!” Jaime wailed, pulling a wad of paper towel out. It was literally dripping with milk. “What am I going to do? I don’t want to have to go home.”

“I know, hon, me neither.” Caroline cocked her head, frowning as she watched Jaime reach for toilet paper, wadding it up in her hand. Caroline stopped her. “Wait.”

Jaime looked up, quizzical. “You got a better idea?”

“I actually do.” Caroline took her friend’s hands, pulling her to her feet. Their eyes locked and Caroline felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety in her belly. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeahhhh…” Jaime’s face told a different story, but she allowed Caroline to move around her, the women trading places, Caroline sitting and Jaime standing.

“Okay, close your eyes,” Caroline instructed.


“Trust me.” She was drunk, she knew it—and maybe, she decided, she could use that as an excuse later. She’d done a lot of things that seemed like a good idea at the time when she was drunk, things she had simply wanted to do but hadn’t the courage. This, she decided, was one of those situations where she might say she was remorseful later and blame it on the margaritas—but in her heart, she knew she wouldn’t really regret it for a minute.

“Okay.” Jaime sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her blonde head as Caroline began to lift her friend’s shirt up over her belly. “What are you—?”

“Shh!” Caroline chided, pulling Jaime’s shirt off and gently freeing her heavy breasts from her sports bra. “Keep them closed.”

Jaime was nude from the waist up now, wearing just a black mini and heels, and she was shivering. Her nipples were hard and beads of milky-white fluid gathered at the tips, falling in fat droplets to the bathroom floor. Caroline took in the breathless sight of her briefly before cupping one of her friend’s breasts in her hands and beginning to suckle.

“Caroline! No! Oh my god! No! What…?”

Caroline didn’t let up, suckling hard, swallowing deeply. She hadn’t given any thought to how breast milk and margaritas were going to mix, but Jaime’s milk was sweet and went down like cream. Jaime’s hands went to Caroline’s hair, at first attempting to push her off, her thin, lithe body squirming against the side of the bathroom stall as if she could wiggle away.

“Nooo!” Jaime wailed, but Caroline watched her friend’s face, seeing the immediate relief there. “Oh… oh… that’s… that’s so much better already!”

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