Pamela joins Bianca in their morning routine

Pamela walked towards the backyard, twirling her lingerie as she went. It being Sunday, she had opted to try her hand once again at spending a lazy morning in bed, considering that her previous attempt had been thwarted by a horny Thomas. This time around, the boy had apparently had other plans and Pamela had been successful in sleeping in.

In twisted irony, she'd woken up wanting him instead.

Which is how the Latina girl had found herself standing at the threshold of her lover's room, wearing her sexiest pair of panties, finger buried within her folds as she touched herself. Horny as hell and tits full of milk, the girl was ready for a Sunday romp.

For the first time ever, Thomas rejected her, seemingly more enthralled in his computer than in her. He claimed he was researching something. Pamela couldn't believe it - perverted as he was, she assumed he'd never reject a girl's advances. And yet, just like that, she'd been dismissed.

Admittedly, she wasn't too upset. She knew they couldn't fuck all the time, and it had only been under 24 hours since their last bout, so she wasn't necessarily dripping for it. Still, it would have been a fun way to spend the late morning.

Closing the door to his room, she'd removed her lingerie and instead had headed towards the backyard for her morning routines. As she did, she walked passed the men's washroom, sneering at it. She'd never understand why they needed that dreadful room. Making her way by Kyle, she asked him if Bianca was already outside, to which he nodded in return, admitting that Thomas had been looking for her. She hoped he didn't notice her catch her breath at that. His words were confirmed when she saw Bianca's purple frilly underwear in the pantie bowl. She added hers to it and paused before the milk container shelve, considering her options.

The reason she'd wanted to fuck Thomas first thing in the morning was so that he could experience her when her tits were full. Last time, they'd been close to empty and, considering how much fun he'd had with them yesterday, she wanted to be full come the next time. But, the pressure was building and she knew if her tits reached full capacity, they'd eventually leak on their own - an embarrassing prospect for any girl.

She eventually settled on the smallest container available, that way she'd still be marginally full in case Thomas wanted sex after finishing his research, and made her way outside. She grinned at the sight of Bianca's naked ass, staring back at her.

Truthfully, Pamela never understood men's deal with making male sexuality a taboo thing. With how prevalent a girl's sexuality was in her life, what with them needing continuous milking, constant sexual release, and being able to masturbate freely anywhere, it was honestly appalling that men had made it "the norm" to have every aspect of their own sexuality hidden from everyone else.

Ask any girl a sex question and they'd be happy to answer; a fact Pamela still had a hard time believing was Kyle's idea of an intelligent use of the World Processor. Yet, ask any man a similar question and suddenly you're labeled a slut or a whore for even bothering. They'd even gone as far as building their own fancy schmancy washrooms so that they wouldn't have to bathe outside like normal people. It was lunacy!

Shaking her head, Pamela finished walking up to the Milking Shed, taking the available spot opposite her roommate. The shed had been upgraded when they'd first moved into the house - a joint gift from both of their parents. Before, it only fit one person, but their parents had felt it was a waste of time to have the girls wait for one another just to milk themselves. It was much more efficient if they could do it at the same time. The upgrade had even included a retractable roof so that they could prevent their milk from getting watered down during the rain! Said roof was currently open, the warm morning sun greeting Pamela as she settled in.

"Hey girl!" She beamed, before shacking her head in horror at the rushed way Bianca was milking herself. "Woah there B, calm down a little. Continue doing that and your tits will start to sag before your even thirty!"

The other girl paused, mid-squeeze, and looked incredulously at her friend. "Seriously Pam? You still believe that old wives' tale?" She rolled her eyes, resuming her ferocious milking. "Every one knows tits don't sag."

As Pamela finished securing her milk bottle, the Latina hoped her friend wouldn't catch her blush in embarrassment. She'd forgotten her change had included that little perk. As she started the milking process herself, squeezing her tits in that familiar rhythm, Bianca caught sight of the bottle her roommate was using and frowned at the size.

"Why the tiny bottle today?"

This time Pamela was sure her friend had caught the blush. "I... um, want to be somewhat full. You know, in case Thomas and I decide to fuck at some point."

Bianca seemingly got her answer, because she made no further comment as she continued attacking her tits. The silence had stretched until the girl had drained her first one and moved onto the second before Pamela felt the urge to inquire again.

"So why the rush B?" She asked, hoping to keep her tone innocent.

"I want to finish so I can avoid Thomas."

Again, a hint that something was going on between the two of them. Pamela hoped to douse the fire a little, as she herself switched from one tit to the next, her tiny bottle already half full. "You know he's locked away in his room, right? He's seemingly doing research on something and, judging from the way he was frantically clicking, he'll be at it for a while."

As she said that, Bianca's ferocity seemed to diminish, ever so slightly. "Really? You think so?"

Pamela flashed the girl her best smile as she judged she'd been milked enough. "One hundred percent! Let yourself relax B! Come! We haven't bathed with each other in over a week; I'm sure we can both use a moment to ourselves. Have you used the sand pit yet?" she added as she unstrapped herself, sealing her milk bottle and placing it in the shade.

"If... If you say so," she other girl stammered, unsure if she was willing to believe her friend or not. "And yes I have!" she added, seemingly only now noticing Pamela had asked her a question. "I'll join you in the bathing pool though."

The Latina girl nodded as she made her way into the pit, relishing the feel of the warm sand beneath her feet. She squatted, still shocked at how fit and powerful her new body was, and relieved herself, wetting sand. Picking up the nearby shovel to bury her business, she marveled at how feline she always felt doing this. This sand pit was basically like Bianca and her's giant litter box. She'd always found the analogy funny, especially considering how often women were compared to cats. With their vagina's often being called pussies, their nails claws, and even the term catfight... She wondered what came first - girls doing their business outside or the comparisons. She often hoped it was the former.

Leaving the pit to join Bianca in the pool, she took a moment to check that the sand had been evenly distributed. Last week, they'd called the city to have them bring someone over to empty the pit and replace the sand. Looking at their work, she judged they'd done a good job.

Grabbing a washcloth, she joined the naked girl in their wash area - a small pool, deep enough so that their tits hung just above the water level, held together by an arrangement of polished rocks. It contained a large waterfall that acted as a shower, soap and shampoo dispensers that had to be replaced every month, and a built-in water heater; although the latter was currently turned off, the water heated by the summer sun. The heater would be a blessing come winter though.

Pamela waded her way to the waterfall, joining her friend under the rushing torrent. As she shampooed her hair, she marveled at her friend's hair color; the auburn tone being just a slight hint redder than her own locks, signalling her as the eldest of the two friends. Pamela nearly swallowed a mouthful of water as she contemplated what she'd done; she still wasn't sure if unifying women under a single definition of beauty had been the best move.

Once they were done, Bianca nodded towards the large, submerged rock, holding a comb in hand. Its flat side acted like a makeshift bench for the girls, and whenever they bathed together they'd often sit on it, chatting aimlessly while they combed each other's hair. This time was no different, with Pamela being the first to take the seat while Bianca took her position behind her. She felt the girl's large breasts press into her back as she settled herself, and thought back to her earlier concerns.

She didn't have the sex sense she'd given all men but judging from her knowledge of Bianca's schedule, the way the girl's nipples her currently poking her, and the way her sex had been red and puffy when she'd exited the house, she figured her friend had a lot of pent up sexual frustration. It was honestly a shock the girl wasn't presently masturbating - Pamela's own self-pleasure habits now being instinctual whenever she felt herself getting horny.

Could it have something to do with Thomas? Now that Bianca was more relaxed, she judged it was best to ask.

"Say, Bianca..."