My mouth was stuck open. I couldn’t believe what Alison had just asked me. I loved the girl to no end, but she couldn’t have been serious. First, there was no possibility of it working, and secondly, why would she want to find out anyway. And damn if she weren’t playing her secret card of staying silent. The girl knew if she kept her mouth shut long enough that I couldn’t.

I couldn’t speak for a moment and then, “Are you gay?”

She laughed at me and said, “Would I really have to be gay to want to find out something like that? You’re my best friend and after I read that story, I just have to find out if it’s true. Come on, it’ll be fun. And… don’t you want to know as well?”

The girl had me there. I did have the deeply hidden reality of wanting to know. But could I let her do that to me?

I kept telling her it was just a story and it wasn’t real; it couldn’t be. In this story there was a girl who lost a bet with several boys over whether or not a girl could be induced into nursing. I might have been as dumb as the girl in the story, but I didn’t think it was possible either. I would have heard of something like that if it were possible. I may be only eighteen and naïve, but I’m not stupid. There was simply no way I was going to believe that by going through the motions that a girl could suddenly start producing milk. But I had to admit, at least to myself, that having Alison wanting to suck on my tits wasn’t all that bad of a thought.

She snapped me back to the present by asking, “So, what do you think? You want to see if the guy is full of shit, or what?”

“You can’t be serious? You really want to do that to me?”

“I really want to find out if it’s possible or not. Come on, you know you want to know too.”

I told Alison that I had to read the story first, and if it seemed plausible, I would give it some serious thought. She flew to my computer and brought it up on the monitor in record time. She hovered over me as I read the whole thing. It must have been a half hour to finish the story, and we didn’t say a word to each other. But there were many things that made me pause and think, “Now that might feel really good.”

The second she saw I was done reading, she asked, “Soooo, what do you think now?” I had no real words to say and frumped up my face. The only thing I knew for sure was that if she wanted to suck on my tits that bad and was this excited, I was going to play along with her. And after reading one of Solomon’s stories, I was extremely hot and horny, as usual.

“What if I said yes, what would you want to do to me?”
Alison got all giddy and said, “Well, it says it would take a while for it to get started. We’d have to commit to trying it for at least a couple of weeks, and several times a day. And you’d be on the good end of the stick, because I’d be doing all the work.”

All I could say was, “I’m intrigued! You really want to spend that much time sucking on my tits? You’re a closet lesbian, aren’t you?”

Her comeback was rather telling. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. But it doesn’t matter, I just want to find out.”

We talked it over for several minutes and she had to know how fucking hot she was getting me. I finally told her that if she really wanted to try that bad, that I’d let her. But she had to pinky swear to absolute secrecy over the whole matter. That was an easy thing to believe between us because we kept secrets all the time. And that’s what started the whole thing. I had agreed to let her nurse on my tits at least three times each day for up to two weeks. I knew she had a real challenge on her hands because I was anything but well endowed. The only thing that I really hadn’t thought about was the story that had actually started this perversion. The gist was clear, but I failed to remember all the little things that had made me so wet as I read it. Alison hadn’t, and she thought I was conscientiously giving her the go ahead to relive the entire story.

We had been sitting on my bed after reading the story, and I was leaned up against my headboard. Alison swung a leg over mine and sat on my legs. She grabbed right onto my boobs and said, “So, let’s get this show on the road.”

I was speechless as my best friend started squeezing and rubbing away at my tits through my top like this, but I was without any words I wanted to say. I just watched as she manipulated them through my shirt and started to get very wet. My pussy muscles tightened considerably as she worked her hands under my shirt. I noticed my breathing went quite shallow as the feel of her warm hands pushed their way under my top, and then under my bra. It made me giggle and she fed on that with a big smile. I had to wonder just how long she had wanted to feel me up like this.

As she started to work my orbs, she told me I should read the story again after she left and make sure I was prepared mentally for what was coming. Shit, I wasn’t half way through the story the first time before I had decided to do that, but it would be for my own selfish reasons. I tried to keep my expression clinical, but a low moan came out that told her I was seeing the benefit in this whole thing. She finally pushed my halter and bra up over my tits and took a good look at me. She studied me and I watched her eyes. This would actually have a much better chance of happening if we reversed our roles. Alison had the tits to die for. I loved catching glimpses of them when we changed and loved the perfected sag they had to them. She wasn’t huge herself, but they were so perfectly shaped. I had the nipples though, but unfortunately, they were on rather small titties. I secretly liked their conical shape myself, because I would often go without a bra since they were taut enough to take care of themselves. I had been told once by an uncle that guys loved the look of chests like mine because they knew I would always look younger than my real age. It was clearly noticeable that boys liked to ogle them braless despite their size.

Sorry, but the last part of this story is a little test of mine to see how many people are really reading it. If you want to read the really hot stuff, you gotta hit the link below so I can see the count of people that are actually reading the story enough to finish it. Thanx