Pumped

Chapter 1

 

He tried to be discreet, but Phillip kept checking out Valerie’s chest. It would have been fine if he was staring at her because he was considering her as a possible romantic partner. It would have been fine if he was considering her for a short-term relationship that began this evening and ended tomorrow morning with her getting out of his bed. But neither of those were the case.

They weren’t exactly old friends, but they had gone to school together. High school, not even college. Back then they were, at best, acquaintances. Getting stuck at a table for those who came to the trivia night at the bar was more coincidence than anything else. They had shown up with a couple of friends and were placed on a team together at random. Both had noted the strangeness of knowing each other when it was supposed to be random.

Phillip had come for the game because he liked to play. He wasn’t worried about the prize money. Valerie had shown up for the opposite reason; she wanted and needed the cash. 

He just couldn’t get by the fact her tits looked huge compared to what he remembered from high school. Admittedly that had been twenty years ago, but still. She was pretty and he prided himself on never forgetting a woman’s chest.

Phillip had dragged Alex along because it seemed odd to show up at a trivia night alone. Valerie had done the same with her friend Ericka. As it turned out, Phil and Val were the trivia fiends, though Alex had helped out tremendously on the sports questions and Ericka provided several key answers in the food and drink category.

During a break in the questions, Phil used the bathroom. On the way out of the narrow hallway to the restrooms, he encountered Val on her way in. The noise and music from the bar was muted in the hallway. He was feeling the effects of the beers he had downed, but he wasn’t drunk. He was happy. 

“I’m pumped!” he told her with unbridled enthusiasm. “We’re going to win this! I can feel it!”

Val chuckled and shook her head. “I hope so. But would you mind letting me by?”

In the hallway he was staring directly at her chest. Her shirt was modest but it in no way hid her large chest. He tore his eyes away from her tits and looked her in the face.

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

He stepped aside but didn’t stop staring at her chest.

“You’re staring at my chest,” she pointed out as she edged by him.

“Sorry. You just look…bigger than I remember. From high school.”

She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the bathroom.

Back at the table as Phil sat down, Ericka and Alex were putting on their jackets to leave. “Where are you going?”

“Uh…she’s going to give me a ride home,” Alex said to him. “You’re on your own buddy.”

Ericka gave him a quick smile and said, “Tell Val I’m sorry. Can you give her a ride home?”

“Uh…sure?”

And with that they disappeared, leaving Phil to look at the other two who had been assigned randomly to their team. The tall skinny man who knew way too much about Renaissance art said, “They were making out while you were gone.”

Phil shook his head. “Well, it wasn’t like they were really helping the team.”

Ericka came back a minute later and asked about her friend’s disappearance. 

“I’ve been tasked with getting you home safely,” said Phil as the next round started. Val pulled out her phone as it buzzed with a text message but was forced to put it away so the team didn’t get disqualified.

She was clearly seething through the round and then the game immediately went into the final round.

Though several of the teams, including Phil’s, knew that Richard Nixon was raised a Quaker, they still had enough points to edge out the others. There was a brief discussion of how to split the winnings while Val angrily texted on her phone. 

Val was surprised that Phil handed her double the amount of a six-way split on the pot.

“Why are you giving me your prize money?”

“This is yours and Ericka’s. I’m supposed to drive you home.”

Val snatched the money out of Phil’s hand. “I’m keeping it. Bitch abandoned me.”

“Ah…yeah.”

Phil drove for a few minutes with Val silently seething next to him.

“They’re fucking,” she reported to him after having said nothing after giving him her address.

“I…did not know that.”

“This isn’t the first time she left me at a bar to fuck some rando.”

“Well, if it helps, Alex is a good guy. You can be sure that he’s going to treat her right.”

“Great. I’m glad my friend is going to have a good time in bed tonight.”

Phil said nothing.

Val then burst out with, “Are you okay to drive? Are you drunk?”

“I’m fine. Is my driving that bad?”

“No, but I’m a little dizzy. I definitely drank too much.”

“Good to know.”

“They’re bigger,” she added.

“What?”

“My tits. They’re bigger than in high school.”

“Well…okay, that makes sense. It’s been twenty years, right?”

“Right.”

The rest of the drive to her place they kept the conversation to mutual friends from high school and how they had lost touch.

 

Chapter 2 

 

“I don’t want to be rude…but could I come in and use your bathroom?” Phil asked as he parked the car in her driveway.

After a moment’s side eye, she nodded. “Sure.” 

Phil had been certain his bladder was going to burst on the drive home. He knew he shouldn’t have had that fourth beer. 

Other than having a very neatly kept house, Valerie’s home was nice but unremarkable. She kept most of the space devoid of furniture.

The remarkable part was when he came out of the bathroom to quickly say thank you and goodbye. 

He stopped short when he found her in the living room wearing next to nothing. The red bodysuit she had on left very little to the imagination. The first thing he wondered is if she had to take the whole thing off to use the bathroom. That would have explained why she took so long in the restroom at the bar. His second thought was that her nipples were prominent under the silky material. The intentions they made stirred his cock. His third thought was a simple wondering if she shaved her pussy or not; he could see the outline of her lips at the apex of her legs.

He found that those three thoughts forced the ability to speak from his brain.

Valerie looked at him for a long time and he just stared back. He felt like he was intruding. Couldn’t she have waited another minute to undress?

“Like what you see?” she asked him.

Phil managed to nod.

“I’m just drunk enough to do this,” she said.

“Do what?” he croaked.

“Have sex with you.” Valerie rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

“Oh. You want to…”

“Would I have shown you this,” and she gestured to herself, “if I wasn’t considering it?”

“I guess not…” Somehow it seemed rude to look at her body, though she was clearly displaying herself for him. His cock started to rise. He figured that was a good sign. Was she checking out his crotch? Could she see what she was doing to him?

Val turned her head to look askance at him. “Am I making an idiot of myself? Are you gay or something?”

“No!” he said quickly, his brain kicking into gear. “I just never expected…”

“I’m horny and angry at Ericka. I don’t want her to get laid if I’m not getting laid.”

“Okay then…uh…”

“What?”

“It’s been a while,” he admitted. “I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a year ago and…”

“I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m looking to get laid.”

“Right.” He didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t know the correct protocol in this sort of situation.

“So…” Valerie approached him slowly, carefully. “Let’s start with a kiss. If I don’t like the way a guy kisses…well, I have battery operated options in my bedroom.”

She was in bare feet. Valerie was not a tall woman. Next to her curves and impressive tits Phil felt like an awkward, gangly teenager again. He towered over her.

Her warm body pressed against his. He was certain she could feel his hard cock. Her body was soft. He enjoyed her tits mashed up against his…well, they almost reached his chest.

Her lips were as soft as the rest of her body. He vaguely tasted the hard cider drinks she had been consuming all night. They tasted better than the beers he had been downing.

Kissing her was like kissing an angel. Or a vixen. An angelic virago. Or any sort of temptress.

Suddenly she fell several inches, tearing her lips away from his. He stepped back startled.

“I can’t stay up on my toes like that for very long,” she told him.

“I’m sorry. I’m too tall for you.”

Val gave him a smile. “No you’re not. Let’s lay down and keep going.”

“Sure!”

Taking his hand, she led him through the house to her bedroom. He appreciated the red bodysuit she was wearing even more walking behind her. She had a fantastic ass. Most of it was exposed by the way the bodysuit cut between her buttocks, exposing large expanses of skin. He wanted to reach out for her ass and touch it, kiss it, bite it. Even though they had been making out a minute earlier, it somehow seemed presumptuous.

Her bed was huge and soft. He barely saw it as she drew him onto the supple surface. Their lips met and Phil tried to remember what it was that women liked when they were kissed. She had half rolled on top of him and she had drawn him up to her lair so he figured he must have been doing something right.

“You are an incredible kisser,” she told him when they came up for air. “I wish we had dated in high school.”

Phil laughed and tried not to make it sound like he was cackling like an idiot. “Thanks. Wow. I’ve never gotten that compliment before.”

“Bad kissers are terrible. And you don’t have to be a gentleman.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your hands haven’t moved from my waist and arms. You can grab my ass…and a whole lot more.”

“I can?”

“Yes. We’re definitely going to fuck.”

“I…wow…okay. Cool. Good. How do you want to do this?”

“Let’s kiss a bit more. I like your tongue.”

It was an odd statement to make considering that she practically rammed her tongue down his throat when they started kissing again.

He moved his hands around on her bodysuit as they kissed. He found the band in the back and slipped free the hooks that were holding it in place. She moved the shoulder straps up and over her head as she rolled fully on top of him. As she ground her hips against his hard cock as she got on top of him, her tits came into view and Phil was amazed.

They were, by any definition, beautiful. Maybe a little larger than he liked but he wasn’t so drunk or stupid to complain about that. Her nipples were large, as promised by his earlier view, and light brown, just begging to be sucked. He couldn’t resist. He figured he had given her permission to go ahead and do what he liked.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth and gently sucked while swirling his tongue around the hard nub. “Keep doing that and I’m going to cum.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he managed to ask before she grabbed his face and forced his mouth back onto the nipple.

“Fuck. No! Keep! Sucking!”

He could do that. He was happy to do that. He found her other nipple with his hand and gently, but firmly enough to make her gasp, pinched it while sucking. 

She made a noise that must have been a groan she was trying to stifle. That made him wonder why she was trying to keep silent. Did she have a roommate? Was Ericka in the house? It didn’t matter. If she wanted him to stop she would have said so.

Phil kept sucking her nipple. It was too much for Val to resist. Her hips bucked and she rubbed her still hidden pussy on his thigh. At this point she was sitting up offering him her breasts, straddling his lap, riding his thigh.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna,” she told him, warned him, and then she came. Her groan was loud, sounding almost like she was in pain but the way her body was shaking let him know that she was cumming.

As the orgasm slowly faded away, she had to force his mouth away from her nipple. “I need a break for a minute.”

“Sure.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“What?” she asked him, amused.

“I don’t think I’ve ever given a woman an orgasm before when I was fully dressed. Hell, I don’t think I’ve given an orgasm before just from sucking on her tits.”

“Tit,” she corrected him. She was holding her breasts and now turned her body a little, offering the breast he hadn’t sucked on to his mouth. “You need to work this side now.”

Phil was happy to help her out.

Her big tits were a joy to suck on. They were the perfect mix of size and shape and firmness. All of that combined with the way she responded had him on edge and he hadn’t taken off any of his clothes yet.

Val clung to him while he sucked and licked her nipple. Everything he did seemed to make her shiver with delight. She didn’t mind at all when he pinched and twisted her other nipple. If he had to guess, he would say she wanted him to go harder.

They were both hot and sweaty but her nipple tasted sweet, not salty and that only made Phil want Val more. Playing with her tits was a privilege and he wanted to do whatever she wanted or needed to make her cum again. He was about to ask her what exactly she wanted to make her cum when her body shook with another climax. If anything it seemed like her second orgasm came easier than the first. 

After her loud groan of satisfaction faded she forced herself away from Phil. “I need a break,” she begged.

“Sure, sure.” 

Val flopped away from him and Phil took the opportunity to pull off his shirt to relieve himself of some of the built up heat from their activities. Wearing a sweat-soaked shirt wasn’t his definition of sexy. 

“This is not how I expected tonight to go,” he said with enthusiasm.

“Oh? Why not?”

“I wanted to go to trivia night and maybe bring home a little prize money.” He grinned up at her ceiling, noting a flaw in the paint. “Instead, I’m here in bed with you having won two hundred bucks. How were you expecting it to go?”

“I expected Ericka to abandon me because she always does, but I didn’t expect this, I suppose,” she agreed.

“I didn’t realize she wasn’t a great friend. You two seemed to get along so well at the bar.”

Valerie snickered. “She’s a good friend, just a bit of a slut.” She rested her hand on his bare chest. “Okay, I’ve taken my rest. Want a blowjob?”

Once more Phil laughed. “How could I possibly say no to that?”

“Well, you haven’t taken your pants off yet…”

In a flash Phil quickly pulled off his pants and underwear. He was a bit nervous about just whipping out his cock, but then realized they were a little beyond that. While he divested himself of his clothing, Val finished taking off her bodysuit. He got a quick look at her pussy and noted that she shaved away all her pubic hair and then he lost track of everything because she took his cock into her mouth and started performing wonderfully lewd actions on it. 

He rested his head back on the pillows and allowed Val to do whatever she wanted to him. He was going to remember this night forever.

 

Chapter 3

 

Phil woke up when Val got out of the bed and threw back the covers, letting cool air under the warm blanket.

He blinked his eyes. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. He watched Val’s shapely ass cross the bedroom and disappear into what was presumably the bathroom. His bladder was full and he wanted to rush into the bathroom as well but he was forced to stay in the bed; he didn’t know where to go or what to do. The smart thing would have been to get dressed and leave, but that seemed rude. At the very least he should say goodbye.

A minute later the toilet flushed, water ran in the sink, and Val reappeared, but now wrapped in a modest bathrobe. Once more Phil was frozen in place with the realization he was naked and had morningwood. Would Val be offended at seeing him erect?

No, of course not, he reasoned. Not after last night…

And then he remembered he had fallen asleep mid blowjob.

Fuck…

“Good morning,” he said to her. At least he wasn’t hung over.

“Hi.” Though it was her bedroom, Val seemed lost. She probably wanted him out of her bed and house.

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” he said, getting up and quickly making a temporary exit.

“Sure.” He wondered if she stared at his ass like he had stared at hers.

It took him a moment to will his cock to go down to the point where he could pee. After that it was a blissful minute of urination followed by more anxiety of having to face Val.

How drunk had they been last night? He only had four beers. Maybe he wasn’t as young as he used to be, but still.

He reasoned that an apology was the best way to start things off. Then he’d worry about what would happen next? What was the appropriate thing to do? Ask her out on a date? Ask if she wanted to have sex this morning instead of failing like they did last night? Pretend the whole thing never happened and that they had both fallen asleep with no sexual contact whatsoever?

First things first. Apologize for the previous night’s failure.

Opening the bathroom door, he stepped out with confidence he didn’t feel. The first thing he saw was Val sitting on the bed, her robe open exposing both tits. One was covered by a small plastic device. She was in the process of attaching its twin to her other breast. He heard a faint buzzing, presumably from the things she was putting on her tits.

“I’m sorry,” he just blurted out.

Val looked askance at him. “For what?” She closed her robe but it was unclear why she was being modest.

“For last night.”

She waved her hand. “It was fine. I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish.”

He was still staring at her chest. He couldn’t help himself. Being quick with an answer worked in trivia but it wasn’t the best for interpersonal relationships. “What are those?” He pointed at her chest and then realized how stupid that was. On the floor he spotted his underwear and pants. Grabbing them, he started to dress. She was mildly disappointed. He had a nice lean and muscular body that didn’t need to be covered up. She wanted a better look at his cock. While she had tasted it the night before, she had fallen asleep almost as soon as he did.

“Breast pumps,” she answered.

“Okay. Uh…why are you using them?”

Val groaned in annoyance. “I was hoping to avoid this conversation.”

“Sorry. You don’t have to answer. I’ll just go. Sorry again.” He found his shirt and socks.

“You don’t have to leave.”

“Uh…I’m pretty sure I have to get to work in…” he glanced at his watch. “Shit. Well, I’m going to be late.” He continued to dress.

“Did you taste my milk last night?” she asked him.

Phil paused in the middle of pulling on a sock. “Your milk?”

“I’m lactating,” she explained.

“Oh.” He thought back to the blurry memories of last night. “Maybe?”

She nodded. “Okay. Good. I pumped before going to trivia night. I wasn’t very full. I’m full this morning.” She stood up and allowed her robe to fall to the floor. She still had a fantastically curvy body. 

Phil stood up with his sock still halfway down his calf, unable to not stare at her. “Do you have kids?” Maybe that was why Valerie was trying to be quiet last night.

She suppressed her laugh. “Ah. No. No kids for me.” She was wearing a pair of panties, rather plain with a yellow flower pattern. The breast pumps clung to her tits. They distracted Phil.

“Then…why do you have milk?”

“Good question. I’ve always been able to make a little milk. Probably a hormone imbalance according to my doctor.”

“Oh.” He thought about it for a moment. “But then why are you pumping your breasts?” 

She gave him a weak smile. “Money.”

He blinked. “Money?”

Val stood up and, with the cones clinging to her tits while she carried the pump body in one hand, she went to her dresser, pulled out a large bra, and started putting it on over her breasts and pumps. “Yeah. Money. I want to thank you for not draining me last night. Every ounce counts.” 

It took Phil a moment to wrap his head around what she was saying. “You sell your breast milk?”

“Yes.” 

“Who do you sell it to?” It was obvious to Phil this wasn’t her usual bra. It was larger than what her breasts required. It had been purchased to accommodate the pumps. 

“To whoever will buy it.”

“Where do you sell it?”

“On the internet.”

He shook his head in understanding. “Ah. Yes. Of course. I should have known that before I asked the question.”

“Any other questions?” she asked him.

Phil still hadn’t pulled up his sock all the way. “I have to know: How much milk do you produce and how much do you sell it for?”

“It varies.” 

Nodding, Phil managed to finish dressing. “Okay, give me a range.”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I have a very analytical mind.”

Valerie got out a loose-fitting shirt and put it on hiding away her tits and the pumps. “I can pump around twenty five ounces a day and generally human breast milk goes for $2.50 an ounce.”

Phil did some quick mental math. “That’s sixty-two fifty a day. Wow. Impressive. Decent second income.”

“There are expenses as well.”

“Like what?” 

“Bags to freeze the milk, the pumps, advertising on the not so dark web, shipping costs—though I usually pass that along to the purchaser, but that is variable as well.”

“So say fifty dollars a day.” He thought for a second. “Eighteen thousand a year. Nice.” His brow furrowed. “Wait a second. Who are you selling this breast milk to?”

Val looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “Two types of people.”

“Which are?” He had no right to know or ask about this, but Phil couldn’t help himself.

“Mothers who can’t make milk or need extra for their babies. I don’t make as much money from them because I feel bad for them.”

Phil nodded in agreement. “Right. Makes sense. Very noble of you. I’m no expert but even I’ve heard that natural milk is better than formula.”

“And then the rest goes to bodybuilders and perverts.”

That surprised Phil. “I get the perverts customers, but bodybuilders?”

Finding a pair of leggings from her bottom drawer, Valerie pulled on that article of clothing and she was fully dressed. Together they almost looked like a normal couple that had drunkenly hooked up the night before, except for the mechanical noises of the pumps. “Some of them believe that breast milk is better at building muscle and all that. I don’t care. They pay better than anyone else.”

“I’m astounded.”

Her open honesty suddenly caught up to Val. “Please don’t tell anyone about this! Only Ericka knows. I can’t have the world know what I do for extra money.”

“Hell, I go to trivia nights for the prize money. We all have a side hustle. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Who would I tell anyway?”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” he said and stepped forward. They were close together. Not incredibly close, but close enough. Phil wanted to kiss her but didn’t know if that was presumptuous or not. He didn’t know how to end a date. It would have been so much better if he had been able to stay awake during her blowjob and then left in the middle of the night doing the walk of shame, the drive and regret. “I had a great time last night. Sorry to fall asleep on you. Can I make it up to you?”

Phil felt like an idiot asking for a second date. He wasn’t this smooth. Ever.

“I fell asleep as soon as you did,” Val replied, accepting some blame for their awkward evening. “You don’t need to make it up to me. It’s fine.”