The past twenty four hours, full of Robbie time, had been highly satisfying, but I felt drained and in high need of some Nora time. Yesterday I had been able to sneak in a milking, but now that I had no naked prisoner in my bed to distract me, the feeling of fullness in breasts made its presence known again.
I had stashed my electric pump in the master bathroom’s cupboard, and laid it out as the tub was filling. When it was ready, I happily sank into the warm water, quickly washing my upper body before I put on the specially designed bra that enabled me to use the pump without holding it. To make sure Rob would not overhear the sound of the electric motors, I had brought a wireless speaker for my phone.
Laying in the warm water, with the suction cup working on my nipples and listening to one of my favorite podcasts, was heavenly. My head was now full of naughty memories that would come in handy next time I needed to relieve myself, but for this morning I was already satiated.
When there was nothing more to pump, and the water turned from hot to mild, I decided that it was time to get out. I put on a pair of fresh leggings, and a sweatshirt, with nothing under, and laid out the outfit I would put on for lunch.
I then went to the guest bedroom. Unsurprisingly, Rob had not even opened the bag. I checked what he had brought, but nothing there would do with what I had planned for the rest of the day. We would have to drop by his apartment. I still pulled out a t-shirt and shorts that he would wear on the way there.
The sweaty shirt he had discarded the day before had been safely spirited away, and he would probably never see it again. It would be more useful to me on a lonely night anyways.
As I made my way down the stairs I caught the smell of Rob’s cooking. I found him in the kitchen, wearing an apron, and nothing under, obviously. The contrast between his toned body and the frilly apparel was tantalizing.
He grinned when he saw me and pointing at the apron, said. “Turns out putting oil on a pan bare chested is not such a great idea.” I smiled and sat at the kitchen bar, watching him finish the last few pancakes, his back completely exposed to me.
I loved how casually he approached his nudity now. How easy it was for us to be around each other, despite the stark difference in our state of undress. This would have felt completely alien only a week ago.
“Oh by the way, there was only almond milk left in your fridge. I hope the pancakes still turn out alright.” I was lucky he was not looking at me, blushing as I was at my oversight.
I would usually keep cow milk at all times, to avoid incidents like these. My own milk would be stored in a transparent plastic bottle shaped like a regular carton. Any excess would be stashed in the back of the freezer.
I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I’m sure you’re doing great.”
When he was done, I instructed him to get set up in front of the TV, playfully slapping his butt as he passed near me, which made him both laugh and squirm. As soon as he was out of sight, I rushed to the freezer to store this morning’s harvest, that I had hidden inside the front pocket of my sweatshirt.
I joined Rob in the living room, he was already sitting on the sofa, the TV turned on to some mindless morning show. We ate the pancakes in silence, which had turned out great by the way, yay me, enjoying the blissful domesticity of the moment.
When he was done eating, Rob produced his phone, where had he stored it, and seemed absorbed by it. He absent-mindedly turned on the couch and placed his naked feet on my lap. I grabbed his legs and lifted them, slipping my own under.
We were both sitting at one end of the couch, facing each other, my legs under his. Without saying a word, he spread his thigh a little to let my feet rest in a more natural position, between them. I could feel his cock and balls pressing against my socks, his own rule apparently forgotten for the occasion.
“Your feet are cold.” He sounded so casual, I could not help but smile. I picked up my tablet from the table and started working on a new sketch, trying to immortalize him in this perfect moment, snapping a few pictures for reference.
“What are you reading?” He had not lifted his head from his screen, which made me really curious.
“A friend of mine, from college, has just published an article. We’ve not talked in years. It’s really brilliant.” I was surprised by his earnest tone.
“Oh? What’s it about?” Please, please, do not get too technical, I’m being polite.
“Basically she’s exploring new cryptographic algorithms. For passwords and stuff. I know it sounds boring but it’s really not.” She? With my ex I would have probably gotten a tinge of jealousy at his admiration. But with Rob anyone consenting and with a pulse was a potential partner. Maybe this was why I did not feel particularly jealous in this instance, my baseline was much higher with him.
“You should send her a message. Congratulate her.”
“You think? It wouldn’t be weird?” He could be so shy at random times. I could not believe this was the same person that had handed me the panties of a complete stranger on Friday night.
“I’m sure she’ll like it.” More like it would be the event of her week. Getting a random message from the hottie that she knew back in college. Tough for her though, he was naked on my couch, covered in a mix of both our cum and sweat.
Eventually this magical moment had to end, it was time for us to take off. I put on the outfit I had selected, a white blouse tucked into a high-waisted, flowy, beige skirt that came to the middle of my calves.
I had Rob put on his t-shirt and shorts. And explained that we needed to drop by his house to get something appropriate for him to wear.
“What are we doing anyway? Going to church?” He was joking for now.
“Uhm, something like that. My Dad invited me for lunch today and I told him I was bringing someone.” His face dropped.
“Do they know I’m the one you’re bringing?” My parents had never understood why Rob and I had not dated when I had first introduced him to them, years ago. Of course I could not reveal why things had not worked out, so they assumed he was the one at fault.
“They’ll probably have guessed, who else am I spending any time with apart from you?”
He nodded and I watched him get dressed. The shorts I had picked had no pockets, so I stashed his phone in my purse. We took my car and got to his place in tense silence.
I hated Rob’s apartment. He had lived here ever since we had met, and it still felt so impersonal, cramped yet almost empty. If I had my way, he would not stay here too much longer.
“Go shower, you stink.” My harsh words were undercut by my tone and warm smile, and Rob chuckled. I was sad that he would wash away my claim over him, but this smell would not do at my parents’.
I went to his bedroom and was overwhelmed for a second. Was it my imagination or could I smell a feminine scent lingering over the sheets? I was about to go check, when right on cue, Rob’s phone buzzed in my purse.
I fished it out, entered the pin and was greeted by a message from Emma.
Emma: Hey Rob! Friday was so much fun! How are you doing? 😀
I pulled out my own phone from the bag and transferred the pictures I had snapped of Rob, naked on the couch earlier, to his phone. I was not thinking about what I was doing, acting on pure instinct.
Rob: sorry emma, rob is busy
With that text I sent her the photo that I felt showcased him the best. I waited for an instant, to see if she would answer immediately but the phone remained silent.
I started to rummage through Rob’s closet. I instantly knew what I wanted him to wear, black slacks and a white dress shirt, no tie. But would I set out some more outfits and have him model them for me, and maybe Emma too, via text? Checking the time on my phone I decided there was no time, but I made a mental note that a fashion show would be fun.
The phone buzzed.
Emma: OMG Nora?
Rob: yes!
Emma: This is so funny!
Emma: What are you two up to?
Rob: lunch at my folks
Rob: what do you think of this outfit
I sent her a picture of the clothes arranged on the bed.
Emma: I’d rather see them on him
Just as I was about to answer, Rob entered the room, his skin flushed from the shower, his hair still damp.
“Drop the towel.” He was not surprised and started to obey almost immediately. “Wait no, undo it but hold it on your junk.” I pulled the phone to snap a picture. Recognizing his phone a boyish grin appeared on his face.
“What’s going on?” He sounded more amused than annoyed.
“I’m texting with Emma.” I said, staring back at the screen. The picture was perfect. He looked incredible. I sent it without waiting.
Rob: i prefer him without clothes 😉
“You’re unbelievable.” He was already putting on the outfit I had chosen.
We got back in the car, Rob was driving, I was texting Emma. I did not have any more racy pictures of him, so the semi sexting turned into an actual conversation. I gathered that she was lonely on the weekends now since her boyfriend had recently broken up with her. On her hand she was curious about Rob and I, especially about what our relationship was.
It hurt a little bit to realize that the only label I was sure of was “friend”. It seemed so complicated, especially compared to my parents. My Mom had moved from Puerto Rico, gotten a degree to be a nurse, and in her first week at the hospital met my dad, who was doing some renovations on one of the floors. They were married a year later, I was born the year after that.
I was starting to get a little down, but I looked over at Rob. Feeling my gaze on him, he turned to smile at me. Things would be alright.
report We reached my parents place and I checked us out one last time. We looked good together, like we had gone to mass with my parents and were meeting them back at their house for lunch. I rung.
My mom, Mia Jennings, opened the door, with a big smile on her face, she came in for a hug.
“Nora!” She held me tight in her arms, but she suddenly stiffened. “Oh. Hello Robert.” She did not sound as enthused anymore. I was wrong, my parents had not guessed who I was bringing with me.
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