Those nipples, man...

"Cara, here, was just saying how she'd love to suck on your tits. Would you be up for that?"

"John!" Cara hissed, scowling at you before turning to Gabrielle and forcing an awkward laugh. "Sorry about him; his sense of humor can get the better of his common sense. Guys, right?"

"It seems like a good idea to me," the waitress shrugged. "I'm actually breastfeeding my daughter, and I haven't had a chance to slip in back and use my pump all day. I'd really owe you guys if you wanted to help relieve some of the pressure."

Cara was suddenly completely on board; "Oh, we could do that for sure. I remember when my mom breastfed my little brother; if she didn't express every few hours she moaned and groaned like they were about to pop! We can help Gabbie out, right John?"

"Sure," you agreed, as if it hadn't been your idea to begin with, and Gabrielle eagerly unbuttoned the top of her uniform. You were right; those swollen beasts were hanging free, with her nipples pointing out slightly to either side of her. Cara latched on to the right one as soon as it was in view, leaving you the left.

You leaned in close, suddenly a little nervous now that it was there in front of you. Tenderly, you took the surprisingly firm flesh in hand, closed your lips around Gabrielle's nipple, and sucked.

"Oh!" Gabrielle squeaked a little, " Careful, down there! It's a nipple, not a lollipop; don't suck, suckle. Quick, short bursts, like a kid with a pacifier. That's it..."

You tried to do follow her instructions, but instinct took over after the first few squirts hit your tongue. It was warm -- which made sense considering where came from -- and surprisingly sweet. You'd never gotten the point of lactation porn, but as you gulped down Gabrielle's delicious milk you had to admit that this made for a pretty good dessert.

A few swallows later, you notice fingers in your hair. Gabbie was stroking the back of your head, apparently out of habit. It was nice, actually; you hummed your approval into her nipple, which made her gasp a little. That sudden intake of air pressed her boob into your face, giving you an excuse to have a good squeeze.

You looked over at Cara, who was absolutely lost in the sauce -- er, milk. There was something hot about the way her throat pulsated as she swallowed, and her eyes were locked adoringly on Gabrielle's face. She only had one hand on the tit, you realize; the other had crept down to her own crotch, rubbing herself gently through her jeans.

"Gabrielle, table 7's still -- oh, sorry," the other waitress from before yelled over from a few tables down, "I didn't realize you were still with those two. Don't worry, I'll cover it."

"Thanks, Linda!" Gabrielle called back, "I owe you one!"

After a while Gabbie patted your head to get your attention; "Okay, sweeties, that should give me enough room to last through the end of my shift. Thank you so much; you have no idea how uncomfortable that was!"

You and Cara reluctantly released Gabrielle's nipples, and you looked over the bill while she makes herself decent again.

"Hey, since we've helped you out so much, do you think you could cover our meal?"

"Well, sure!" Gabrielle happily took the bill back and tucked in into her apron. "It's the least I could do. Come back soon!"

"Oh, we will," you promised, waving goodbye as you and Cara left the diner.