Actually... not drenched with milk and cum as they are.

Realizing his **** grip on Sarah's plush behind, fingers sinking deep into her ass, Nicholas relaxed his hands and brought them up to her back, awkwardly patting it as they both fought to bring their breathing back to normal. Sarah's warm, soft body against Nicholas', her hair tickling his neck, the scent of sex, milk and sweet perfume in Nicholas' nose... Exhausted, he let his eyes fall closed and tightened his embrace around Sarah.

A while later - maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, who cared? - Nicholas couldn't help but squirm. Drying, cooling cum and milk itched.

"Mmh..." Groaning, Sarah grabbed Nicholas' shoulders tighter. "Everything okay?"

"I think I need a shower. Again."

"Mhm, okay. Go ahead, and let me know once you're done, I'll take one after..." Snuggling tighter against Nicholas, Sarah sighed and gave him a tiny kiss on the side of the neck.

"Uh. Sarah, you kind of need to get up first..."

"Ah, damni--sorry." Pushing herself up, Sarah looked at Nicholas and bit her lower lip. "Didn't mean to curse... I just get so sleepy after--wards, and when I get sleepy, I get loopy."

"No worries, really." Without thinking, Nicholas sat up straighter as well, pressing his sensitive boobies against Sarah - and found her lips suddenly pressing against his. Clumsily kissing back, he let his hands run down Sarah's back and over legs until the kiss finally ended. "W-whoah..."

"Whoah yourself. I still can't wrap my head around all of this - you taste so good, you feel so good, and I can't get enough of your fantastic boobs!" Slipping off Nicholas' lap, Sarah dove forwards and buried her face between his soft breasts, shaking her head wildly with delighted noises as soft titflesh slapped against her face.

Nicholas couldn't help but laugh out loud at both Sarah's unbridled delight and the ticklish, weirdly stimulating sensations from his tits. They were bringing such joy, such pleasure, and not just for Nicholas - how could they not be a good thing?

In the end, parting Sarah and Nicholas' boobs took a few more minutes, and taking a shower took almost half an hour, although the latter was definitely due to Nicholas being unable to spend an inordinate amount of time lathering up his boobs and once again enlarged shaft, now almost reaching mid-thigh even when soft. As it turned out while undressing, it had indeed ripped a hole into the crotch of his slacks, and Nicholas wasn't quite sure whether to be proud or embarassed about that fact.

But it also meant that he had to dress in rather loose clothing, specifically the training shorts he usually wore for working out. Of course, Nicholas' impressive bust made wearing anything but half-buttoned dress shirts or very stretchy tee-shirts impossible. And naturally, having forgotten to take fresh clothes into the bathroom with him, Nicholas had to walk back to his room naked, much to Sarah's enjoyment who was waiting in front of the bathroom so she could shower herself.

"Mmmh... You know, if you ask me, you don't have to wear anything at all." Sarah's eyes would have been undressing Nicholas - had he been wearing any clothes. "Let's just walk around naked all the time!"

"I don't think I could do that..." Though blushing fiercely, Nicholas made no attempt at covering his impressive assets, delicious thrills running through him and making his cock and nipples tingle.

"Ah, a girl can dream..." With a wistful look to Nicholas' chest, Sarah stepped into the bathroom. "But wait with the bras until I'm with you, okay? I don't wanna miss it!"

She didn't. With Sarah's jumbled mess of an explanation that had been all but wiped away by what had followed, Nicholas couldn't make sense of the mess of straps and cups that had ended up discarded on the floor, instead busying himself with cleaning up their milky mess until Sarah was done showering. With both of them dressed, Nicholas still bare-chested of course, they tried again to start the instruction into the finer uses of supportive undergarments.

"Okay. Okay. I can do this. Without jumping you again." Fist tightening around the red bra she'd picked up, Sarah suddenly thrust it towards Nicholas. "You know what? Best do it yourself. I don't think I trust myself around your tits, and you need to learn how to do it yourself anyways."

"Alright..." Taking the silky bra from Sarah, Nicholas turned it this way and that, still unsure what went where. "What do I do?"

"First, untangle it. It should look like this." Holding up another bra, a lacy, racy black affair, Sarah showed Nicholas what things should look like, and once he'd achieved that, she continued, with Nicholas following her instructions. "Now, put it on backwards, cups on the back, and close the hooks in front. Then, turn everything around, slip the arms through the straps and secure everything. And once that's done, lean forwards so I... can see into... your... cleavage..."

Raising his head so he could see Sarah, Nicholas found her practically drooling over the way his chest was enhanced by the bra. It lifted and pushed them together, turning his cleavage from enticing to mouthwatering, the creamy skin of Nicholas' breasts bulging from the cups, white lace framing the expanse of flesh rising from them. Grinning, he straightened and struck a pose he hoped was sexy, or at least fun. This reaction alone made wearing bras absolutely worth it. And he rather liked the way it looked.

"Oh gosh, I did it again! That's exactly what I was talking about!" Blushing fiercely, Sarah nevertheless laughed at herself. "Uh, what I meant was, bend forwards and make sure your perfect titties fill the cups properly and nothing is folded in on itself or pinched. 'Cause that'll hurt with time..."

As Nicholas did as he was told, he could practically feel Sarah's yearning gaze on the swell of his breasts - and took extra care to make them jiggle a bit when he stood back up, breastflesh quaking in the cups of his bra. But even with this, there was a lot less bouncing on his front, making Nicholas feel nice and supported, much to his surprise.

"Y-you can't do this, Nicholas..." Sarah's voice sounded strained as she stared at his tits with barely restrained need. "They look so sexy in that bra, and if you make them bounce like that, I can barely hold myself back..."

"Then don't." Sitting down on the cleaned desk chair, Nicholas held his arms out to the side. "C'mere."

"Yay!" With almost childish glee, Sarah jumped on Nicholas' lap again, knocking the air out of him as she buried her face in his cleavage, her lower jaw disappearing into Nicholas' enhanced bust bulging from the cups. "You're the best, you know that? Indulging me like this..."

"Hey, you're the one that keeps things running around here, that has been supporting me so far. The least I could do would be to let you, uh..."

"Motorboat you. It's called motorboating." Grinning up at Nicholas, Sarah jiggled his breasts with her chin.

"Why`s it called that?"

"'Cause you jump in and go 'brrrr'!" Burying her face completely in Nicholas' breasts, Sarah began to blow one raspberry after the other against his sensitive skin, making Nicholas laugh uncontrollably as Sarah kept enjoying his tits to her hearts content. When she finally came back up, Nicholas' boobs were more than slightly wet from her saliva and they were both gasping and giggling. "Basically."

"I... I see." Bra-clad chest heaving, Nicholas did his best to calm down, feeling both his cock and his nipples begin to stiffen again - and he didn't feel like taking another shower. "Whew! Hey, uhm, as fun as this is, I still got work to do. Thank you so much for your help and... uh, everything else, but..."

"Mhm..." Putting her chin back between Nicholas' breasts, Sarah pouted. "You're welcome, and I have stuff to do myself, but... I still don't wanna~..."

"Well..." Nicholas chuckled; this was a side of Sarah he'd never even known she had. "What if I promise you can play with them as much as you want after dinner?"

"Aaalriiight..." Clearly, Sarah would much rather continued snuggling right now, but she relented and got up from Nicholas' lap. "Work hard, play hard..."

At the last 'hard', she threw a glance at the tent Nicholas' half-erect shaft made in his shorts, giving him a teasing grin as she flounced out of the room.

Author's comment: New dose, new changes. Sarah is going to change, and soon. Question is, how? I'm thinking Big with a capital B and milky, but I'm taking suggestions in the comments :)