Holding my blouse together, I moved to sit on Darren's couch. Carter, meanwhile, remained standing, as if waiting for permission to join me.

With a shy smile, I granted it. "Darren likes to rest his head on my lap while we do this, but if you'd prefer another way..."

"No, that's perfect," Carter quickly assured me, "as long as you're comfortable."

Moments later, he laid his head down on the pillow I'd placed in my lap. I told myself this wasn't much different than the first time I'd nursed Darren; after all, he'd been almost a stranger to me then as well.

Opening my blouse, I revealed my breasts to Carter. Ever the gentleman, he took only a second to gaze at them before looking up at me once more. His eyebrows lifted expectantly, and I realized I would need to make the first move.

Tentatively, I slipped a hand beneath his head, then cradled him to me. With my other hand, I took hold of my breast, bringing the nipple to his lips. I couldn't believe I was only now noticing how full and gorgeous they were. He didn't hesitate to draw my tit into his mouth, working for a good latch. It felt surreal, I thought, nursing a man old enough to be my father. 

His technique was a little different than Darren's, gentler in a way. Yet he quickly succeeded in coaxing forth my milk. Glancing down at him, I found he wore the same rapturous look Darren had upon nursing for the first time. 

A pleasured sigh escaped me as Carter eagerly suckled. His eyelids grew heavy, and when they closed altogether, I became more comfortable studying his face. It filled me with a warm rush of happiness to see him appear so content, so at peace. I realized Darren was right: this did bring Carter comfort. 

Listening to his soft breathing, I longed to stroke his hair but resisted the urge. As my stare drifted to his groin, I felt a strange mixture of relief and disappointment upon discovering that he wasn't hard. Maybe he didn't find the same eroticism in this act that Darren did. Maybe it was more about the intimacy.

Along with the deepening relaxation I felt, I noticed I was growing wetter. Already, my face had flushed with heightened arousal. I told myself I could masturbate once I was back in my apartment.

It was then that Carter's eyes met mine. His smile was sweet as he whispered, "Would you like me to nurse at your other breast now?"

Returning his smile, I nodded. Before we changed positions, his gaze settled upon my nipple, swollen from his suckling. A drop of milk rested on that peak, inviting him to swirl his tongue over my skin to gather it up. The sensation made me shiver, and I had to fight back a moan. 

"Don't want any going to waste," Carter said with a wink.

When he set about feeding from my other breast, I tried to ignore the lust his mouth evoked. Taking a breath, I inhaled his clean, masculine scent. If we'd met on the street, I doubted he would have captured my attention, but the way he now put me at ease while satisfying our mutual need made my fondness for him grow.

Once Carter was finished, he didn't linger on my lap. Instead, he sat up, and I drew my blouse together. "Did you get cold while I nursed?" he asked. "I noticed you were shivering at one point."

"Maybe a little," I lied. If anything, I was uncomfortably warm.

"Do you have a nursing shawl? That might help."

"I'll definitely look into that." Not bothering to button my blouse, I stood and started toward the door. Halfway there, I turned back to Carter. "Do you have any plans for lunch?"

Still smiling, he said, "I don't, actually. I figured I'd get a little more work done..." He nodded toward his laptop on a nearby table. "Then I'll run out and grab something."

"You're welcome to come up to my apartment when you get hungry." My own smile widened to a grin as I added, "Hungry for food, that is."

Carter threw his head back and laughed. "I appreciate the offer, Gale. How's noon sound?"

"Perfect. And after lunch, you can nurse again," I said. "I usually nurse or pump every few hours."

"I'll do all I can to help you maintain that schedule," he told me.

Back in my apartment, I sent Darren a quick text: First session with C. went well. Aware that he was still on the road, I didn't expect to hear back from him until a little later. When my phone chimed, I grinned at the words on my screen: I'm thrilled you two are off to a great start! Miss you already.

Right at noon, Carter gently knocked at my door. "Come in!" I called. For lunch, I'd reheated chicken teriyaki left over from dinner the evening before. Again, Carter thanked me for inviting him, and after we'd sat down at the table, he dug into his plate of food with relish.

"This is delicious!" he said. Fondly watching him, I found myself wondering how long it had been since he'd enjoyed a homecooked meal. 

While we engaged in easy conversation over lunch, I became increasingly aware of how much I liked simply spending time with Carter. It was hard to believe we'd met only a short time ago. After we finished eating, I asked if he'd like some dessert. "There's chocolate cake," I said.

"Thanks, Gale, but I'll pass. I've found that if I eat something sugary before nursing, I can't fully appreciate the natural sweetness of breast milk."

I grinned upon learning this. "So is it safe to say you're a breast milk connoisseur?" 

Laughing heartily, Carter said, "I certainly have a deep appreciation for it!"

By the time Carter and I settled down on my couch for his second nursing, I felt far more comfortable opening my blouse and guiding him to my nipple. The room was quiet except for the sounds of our deep breathing and his suckling. At one point, I had to smile when his mouth gave a more forceful pull, revealing his eagerness for my milk.

As my eyelids grew heavier, I allowed myself to tenderly stroke his hair. Before long, sleep worked to draw me into its embrace, and I would have surrendered to it if Carter's suddenly shallow breathing hadn't prompted me to look down at him.

Though his eyes remained closed, tears managed to escape his lids and stream down his skin. Alarmed, I whispered, "Carter, what's wrong?"

Opening his eyes, Carter blinked back fresh tears. Once my nipple slipped from his mouth, he said, "I'm so sorry, Gale. This just brings back a lot of memories for me."

My heart ached for this man and the profound grief he clearly still felt. "Would you like to take a break?" I asked gently. "We don't have to do this so often; I can pump—"

Carter shook his head firmly, smiling through his tears. "This is a precious gift," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I never thought I'd experience this kind of intimacy again."

Before I could reply, he resumed nursing, and I caressed his cheek, for I cherished our bond as well. 

As the week went on, we spent much of our days together. Eventually, I brought my jewelry-making supplies down to Darren's living room so I could work alongside Carter. Aside from Darren, I'd never grown so close to someone in such a short time.

And no matter how exhausted Darren was, he always called me once he was back in his hotel room for the night. I enjoyed sending him photos of my tits, with my nipples still swollen from a recent nursing. 

"Oh, baby, I'm so glad Carter's taking good care of you!" Darren moaned after receiving one of my erotic pictures. "How are the night feedings going?"

I hesitated several seconds before answering. "I'm setting an alarm to wake myself up in order to pump in the middle of the night," I finally revealed. "I don't feel right going down to your apartment twice every night and waking Carter so he can nurse."

"You could sleep with him in my bed, or he could sleep in yours," Darren suggested. Too surprised to respond, I said nothing, which prompted him to ask, "Do you want to fuck him?"

There wasn't even a trace of accusation in his question, yet I still gasped before insisting, "No, I do not!"

I hoped Darren could hear the truth in my words. Though I'd already grown fond of Carter, and I always looked forward to the pleasure his nursing gave me, I didn't fantasize about us fucking. 

"Do you think he wants to fuck you?" Darren asked.

"No," I repeated even more emphatically. 

"Then I don't see a problem with you two sharing a bed so he can nurse at night."

I knew he was right. After all, Carter was staying at Darren's place for that very purpose. "Fine, I'll talk to him about it," I promised.

It turned out that Carter was more than willing to sleep alongside me, and to wake twice during the night in order to nurse. It was slightly awkward at first, with me joining him in Darren's bed. I wore a roomy sleep shirt and lounge pants, while he had on a T-shirt and sweats. We were very careful, very appropriate, in wishing each other a good night, and in keeping a safe distance between us.

I woke at around two in the morning, for I'd sensed Carter move closer to me. "Would you like to nurse?" I whispered. 

"Very much," he whispered back.

As we lay on our sides, facing each other, I lifted up my shirt. In moments, he'd latched on to my breast to suckle. Holding him close, I couldn't suppress a pleasured moan, and his own muffled moans soon joined mine.

With him pressed against me, I was able to feel his erection through his pants. Though his arousal surprised me, I wasn't at all bothered by it. Instead, I grew even wetter. 

We didn't speak while changing places so he could nurse at my other tit. Daring to lower my lips to his hair, I delighted in his warmth, and his scent. 

After Carter finished nursing, we lay in comfortable silence, with far less distance between us. 

The following day, I went out to run a few errands. As I strolled down the grocery store aisles, selecting ingredients I'd need to make dinner, my breasts suddenly felt achingly full. This had never happened to me before, not while I was nursing so regularly. The sensation grew more and more intense until I feared I would start leaking milk. 

I hurried to pay for my groceries, then headed straight home. Upon arriving, I didn't take the time to carry my bags up to my apartment. Instead, I rushed to Darren's door and threw it open.

Carter looked up from the couch where he was working. "Gale!" Setting aside his laptop, he started to rise. "Do you need help with the groceries?"

Once I'd placed the bags on the floor, I practically ran toward Carter. Pressing a hand against his chest, I told him, "I need you to nurse. Right now." My touch was insistent in guiding him back onto the couch. 

Though more than a little confused, he readily nodded. Straddling him, I yanked up my sweater and lifted my tits from my bra. The second he began suckling my right breast, I released a cry of both relief and bliss. Never had I felt such a visceral need, and now that it was being satisfied, I couldn't keep my hips from moving. Carter's fierce sucking only intensified my arousal, and I soon felt the approach of an inevitable orgasm. 

When he started gently pulling at my left nipple while nursing at my right, I shook as if freezing. He clearly understood what was happening, and as I came hard while grinding against him, he released his own satisfied groan. 

"I'm sorry!" I told him breathlessly. "I don't know what made me—"

Carter lifted his head, meeting my stare. "There's no need to apologize, Gale. I'm glad I could make you feel good."

Beaming at him, I said, "Oh, you certainly did that!"

He returned my smile, then drew my left breast into his mouth. Again, I moved my hips, but at a slower pace this time, and he made an encouraging sound in response. It was obvious he enjoyed the way I slid my body against his.

After Carter finished nursing, I eased off his lap. A glance at his crotch let me know he was hard, but despite his clear arousal, he remained a gentleman. I was the one who'd moved in his lap as though we were fucking. 

Pressing a hand to his cheek, I whispered, "Thank you for that."

"Any time, Gale." Carter appeared utterly relaxed following our rather frenzied session, and I realized that he was like Darren in that his physical arousal was secondary to the intense pleasure he derived from nursing. 

Two days before Darren was due to arrive home, Carter and I lay in my bed. The room was mostly dark, but we needed little illumination for him to nurse. When I lifted up my shirt, he gathered my breast in his hands, then took my nipple between his lips. The sensation, usually so pleasurable, now made me whimper. 

Carter immediately stopped suckling to murmur, "What's wrong?"

"My nipples are a little sore," I explained.

He asked me to turn on the bedside lamp, and after I'd done so, his stare fell upon my breasts. "Are you using the balm Darren bought?"

"I've gotten a little lax about it lately." I knew that was foolish, but I figured my nipples had grown accustomed to frequent nursing by now.

Carter didn't chastise me for my carelessness. Grazing a fingertip over my left nipple, he said, "I can see why they're sore, sweetheart. They've gotten chapped, and I'm afraid if we don't tend to them, your skin will crack and bleed." His gaze drifted to my nightstand. "Would you grab the balm for me?"

I quickly retrieved the small jar from the nightstand and handed it to him. Sitting up, and with his back to the headboard, he said, "Let me take care of you, Gale."

Moments later, I'd taken off my shirt and moved to sit between his spread legs so I could lean back against his chest. He opened the jar, then gathered up some balm with his fingers. 

I released a faint sigh as Carter applied the balm to my nipples. Ever so gently, he worked it into my skin, relieving my soreness. "That feels so good!" I breathed. His touch served to make me sopping wet. 

"We need to use this after every nursing, okay? No exceptions."

I quickly nodded my agreement. Using a featherlight touch, Carter circled his fingertips over my nipples, caressing the most sensitive areas. My sighs morphed into moans, and I struggled to keep my hips still. 

With his lips close to my ear, he whispered, "Do you want to touch yourself?"

"So much!" I immediately confessed.

Gently, he tugged at my nipples. "Touch yourself, Gale. I want you to feel as much pleasure as possible."

At first, I merely teased my clit through the damp fabric of my panties while Carter fondled my tits. I could feel my lust building, and when his breathing quickened, I knew he was plenty aroused, too.

Finally, impatience got the better of me, and I slipped a hand into my panties. By now, I was so wet that the movement of my fingers over my slick flesh was easily audible. "I'm already close!" I cried. Resting my head against Carter's shoulder, I worked myself into a frenzy. 

All the while, he squeezed my tits and rolled my nipples between his fingers. I started quaking, precariously balanced on the brink of climax. 

"Let go, baby!" Carter urged.

A helpless wail emerged from my throat as I came hard. Even when the spasms grew intense enough to curl my toes, I showed my swollen clit no mercy. Another orgasm quickly followed the first, and my pussy rhythmically contracted, as though milking a phantom cock. 

When it was over, I laughed low and soft. Through shallow breaths, I said, "I really needed that!"

Carter chuckled, his hands still cupping my breasts. As a result of his touch and my fierce climaxes, rivulets of milk issued forth from both my tits. Looking down at the fluid trickling over his skin, I added, "And I obviously need you to nurse!" 

"With pleasure," he said.

I sat up and turned to him with a grin. Glancing at his groin, I immediately noticed his erection straining against his lightweight sweatpants. "I want you to feel good, too," I told him in a quiet voice.

Carter was motionless for a few seconds, his eyes locked with mine. "Are you sure?" he finally asked.

"Absolutely."

I tried not to stare when he lifted his hips in order to lower his pants and underwear. His cock sprang forth, as if eager to escape confinement. Furtively studying his erection, I found he was average in length, and his pubic hair was dark and thick. I took a moment to admire the subtle curve of his dick. 

After Carter lay back down, I scooted close to him. Turning his heard toward me, he opened his mouth, and I guided my nipple between his lips. 

His groans were full of lust while he simultaneously suckled and stroked. It was hard to resist the urge to watch him masturbate, for I'd always enjoyed seeing Darren pleasure himself. Carter's grip on his dick was almost rough, his pumping fervent. I guessed it wouldn't take long for him to come. 

My milk gushed forth, flooding his eager mouth. That sensation, combined with the sight of Carter's hand gliding up and down his shaft, made my clit throb. Finally, he let my nipple escape his mouth. His features were drawn taut, contorted by his desperate need to orgasm. 

Taking a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I squeezed until a spray of milk shot forth to rain down upon Carter's lips and chin. That made his cock erupt like a geyser! Though his groans were almost pained, he continued furiously masturbating. I watched, wide-eyed, as even more semen spurted forth. 

Once he was completely spent, I leaned to stroke his hair. "I wasn't the only one who needed to come!"

Appearing both chagrined and intensely satisfied, Carter looked down at himself. "I'm sorry about the mess."

"I don't mind," I assured him.

I waited for his breathing to return to normal before straddling him. Leaning forward, I ached for him to nurse from my other tit, which was still full of milk. My nipple grazed his lips, inviting him to latch on. I loved the way he tried to draw as much of my breast into his mouth as possible. He hadn't yet finished suckling when I came for a third time. 

A little later, after we'd cleaned up and returned to bed, Carter held me in his arms. Listening to his deep, even breathing, I realized he'd also given me something precious. Because of our time together, I now understood that I didn't enjoy erotic lactation simply because it brought Darren such intense satisfaction. No, I derived my own fierce pleasure from it, and I couldn't deny that the kink Carter and Darren shared had become mine as well.