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Candace the Cowherd

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“Anything else for you, hun?” the waitress said as she set the pitcher of sweet tea in front of them.

“No thanks, we’re good! And so’s the food!” replied Susan. It was a pleasantly cool night, at least by local standards. The low nineties felt great matched with shade and low humidity in the south.

Eating out on the balcony helped, too. It was on the right side of the building to catch a view of the sunset while having a steady breeze from the meandering traffic of Main Street below. The table had become their favorite meetup spot outside of school or home.

“How’s your lab setup coming along?” Susan asked.

“Great! As soon as we get the tanks to set up—move all the old equipment out of the lab and clean the place up we’ll be ready to start with the trials. We even got all the funding we needed so we can get all the readings that we need, barring any major missteps. It’s amazing how expensive water sampling can be!”

“Well, you are working on the microbial level, Candace. And the chemicals that can play influence on your little buggers is in the parts per million. Having the right centrifuge and sensors to pick out anomalies on that scale isn’t cheap!”

“I know, I know! But now that we’ve got the money to spend—I just wish we had the opportunity to do more with it. There’s more to this than just water testing!” Candace smiled. That was something Susan really enjoyed about her roommate; she had a great passion for her work and a zest for life in general. It wasn’t often that you’d elicit a sparkle from someone’s eyes talking about work.

The two women had been living together for the past year while they attended graduate school. The University was more difficult to get into at that level than at years past. Funding is always an issue with students, professors, or scientists of any level—but the past few years had been especially draining on the higher levels of academia. Getting in with even a partial ride was a boon. Susan had made her way through her prolific grant writing abilities. Candace was from a wealthy background and didn’t have as much financial strain getting in—but even after a few moments talking with her, there was no doubt that she would soon have PhD following her name.

Susan sipped her tea. She was glad they’d found the Veranda. It was decent food at a decent price for a college town. And the view over Main Street, while not impressive in and of itself, was relaxing after a long day of staring down a microscope.

Every Wednesday night the two of them and sometimes some of their colleagues would meet on the balcony to unwind for a bit. Funny how busy she was—she had to schedule downtime, Susan thought. That was just about the only time the roomates ran into each other was on their weekly outing.

Even though they lived together the two of them rarely spent much time together in their joint apartment. They spent most of their days (and sometimes a good deal of their nights) working at their respective labs and making sure they had something relevant when it came time to publish.

Their apartment was for sleeping, research, and reading. Sure, they had a TV, but that was mainly for dvd use anymore. Susan especially spent long hours lamenting the downfall of networks like TLC, Discovery, and even NatGeo. Both had a thirst for knowledge—and television had ceased being a producer. The biggest draw to their home was that it was a bit away from undergrad land. Sure, they still had to deal with the normal din of an apartment complex, but at least they didn’t have to fight their way through drunken frat boys to get to sleep at night.

“What was all that stuff left in the lab anyway?” asked Susan.

“A lot of odds and ends really. It used to be a chem lab. The fume hood sure got some use! We’ve still got gas lines running through it so if we had any need for a bunsen burner we’re covered. There’s a lot of old unclaimed equipment there, too. A bunch of old computer monitors and an archaic centrifuge. The university is taking most of it and will clean the floors. But the detail scrubbing is up to me. Good thing I’ve got interns!”

They both laughed. Being an intern sucked. They’d both done their time to make their resumes look good, to get scholarships and grants. Sometimes their past experience made them go easy on the free help. But not always.

The next week

“My tanks came in!” Said Candace with excitement. Her order of storage tanks had been delayed for weeks now and it was amazing how much stress was alleviated knowing that they had arrived safely.

“Awesome! I thought I’d noticed a spring in your step lately. Did they move that other crap out of the lab yet?”

“No, but I’ve got enough room to set up around them.” Candace said as she fidgeted with her bra. The waitress noticed but didn’t give any inclination that she had as she refilled the girls’ sweet tea then went on about her business.

They continued their meal and caught each other up on their goings on. Despite what one might expect considering the level of their intellect, they did spend some time talking about some of the cute guys in their buildings. To both their chagrin all their interns were young, and almost entirely inexperienced, girls.

All the while Susan watched Candace fiddle with her bra strap as they talked. By the end of the evening she couldn’t politely ignore it any longer. “What happened to you? Did you get an awkward mosquito bite?”

“No, I don’t have any bites. I’m not even itchy really, just... I don’t know if I’ve put on weight or what. All my clothes fit fine, except my bra. It keeps cutting into me.” Replied Candace.

“Well, you could just take it off!” Susan joked.

“Not funny.” said Candace sourly.

“Maybe it’s just semester jitters and the stress is just causing increased blood flow?”

Candace quirked an eyebrow, “That’s an elaborate theory...”

“It’s been known to happen.” Candace gave Susan an incredulous look. “Hey, it’s happened to me! I’m speaking from experience.”

Candace shook her head and the evening meal was otherwise uneventful.

The next week

Candace seemed to have gotten a grip since last week. It seemed to Susan like she was talking to the same old person once again, and she was glad of it.

It was about halfway through dinner when Susan first noticed that Candace wasn’t wearing a bra. It wasn’t like it was obscene, it was just weird. Especially for Candace.

As their conversation drifted on Susan found she couldn’t help but stare at Candace’s breasts as they swayed beneath her shirt whenever she laughed. Funny really, Susan thought to herself, she’d never paid much mind to other women’s breasts. Especially ones as small as Candace’s. If they weren’t just big enough to have needed a bra—Susan wouldn’t have noticed that Candace wasn’t wearing one!

After the waitress topped off their sweet tea Susan asked, “So it looks like you took my advice.”

“What?”

Susan looked around before answering trying to not draw much attention to the normally shy girl. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Oh, yeah.” Candace blushed “I thought I was small enough that no one would notice.”

“Apparently not. But I take it you are feeling better?”

“Well, all my bras are still biting into me. But it doesn’t appear that I’ve grown any. I’m just a bit swollen.”

Susan gave her a knowing look and dropped the subject. Hormones could do weird things to the body.

The next week

“Hey do you remember a few weeks ago when I was fidgeting with my bra straps all night?” asked Candace.

“How could I forget?”

“Well I got my fidgeting under control, for the most part. But...” Candace looked around to see if anyone was looking. It was a scorcher outside so they were the only ones on the balcony. For the same reason the street below was fairly empty. Susan turned to look at where Candace glanced. When she turned back Candace had exposed her right breast! She still wasn’t wearing a bra. Her bosom looked firm and pert. But her nipple was puffy and bright red. Not like it had a rash, more like it was swollen and sore.

“Candace!”

“Relax! No one is around.” replied Candace dropping her shirt again over her teat. “They’ve been starting to hurt nearly all the time now—just in my nipples.”

“So stop playing with them—especially in public! Gosh, couldn’t you have just shown me in the apartment?”

“I barely see you there—I knew we’d meet up here and I wanted to know if you had any idea about what’s going on?”

“I don’t have a clue! I’m studying for a PhD not an MD!” Susan answered.

“Come on, Susan. You’re one of the smartest people I know—what do you think I should do?” asked Candace.

“Well, aside from being flush and a bit swollen, I can’t see anything wrong externally. You just look like you’re really turned on.” Candace flushed at the remark “Maybe you could find a nice quiet place and frig yourself?”

“Susan!”

“Hey! You’re the one flashing your tits! Besides, you asked for advice. Based on your situation; that’s what I would do in your shoes. If it’s really bothering you, go to a doctor!” chided Susan.

The next week

“I’m lactating.” said Candace after the waitress walked away after delivering their order.

“What?”

“I’m lactating!” Candace said again.

“You’re kidding me.”

“No. I’m not.” Candace replied, miffed that Susan didn’t believe her. She looked around to make sure no one else was looking at them. Once the coast was clear she squeezed her right breast through her shirt and expressed a small stain. “See!”

It was once again clear that Candace wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipple showed proudly through the newly wetted shirt. “Are you pregnant?”

“Not unless someone knocked me up in my sleep. I haven’t gotten any since undergrad.” Candace continued to absentmindedly rub her hand around her breast.

“Have you seen a doctor yet?” The previous weeks had shown Candace was acting a little weird. But now Susan was genuinely concerned for Candace’s well being. The normally shy, reserved, and often prude of a girl now seemed to lack inhibition.

“She said it happens sometimes on its own. When you’re stressed. She told me to take it easy for a couple of days.” Candace looked around again and leaned in to whisper “She even told me to masturbate.”

“Huh, so a doctor’s giving you the advice I gave you a week ago. That’s rich.” Susan relaxed a bit knowing Candace had sought real medical help.

“I told you that you were smart. That’s why I come to you for these sort of things.”

Susan rolled her eyes. Then looked back at Candace teasingly. “So, did you?”

“Susan!”

“Hey, you brought it up!”

“No, I haven’t. Haven’t ever actually.” Candace replied curtly, in something of a prissy manner.

“Really? You poor repressed thing—no wonder you’re stressed!”

“Shut up!” retorted Candace. Susan smiled as she recognized the once again shy girl that she’d shared a room with for the past year. Susan giggled and there was a pause in the conversation. They ate their food in silence for a bit before Susan ventured “What’s it taste like?”

“What?”

“You know...” Susan said gesturing to her own bosom.

“Susan! Gross! And while we’re eating? Really?”

“It’s just milk right? A baby can drink it—and they do almost every day. It’s legal to milk in public even! It’s natural—not disgusting!”

“Whatever.” Candace said, pushing her plate away.

The next week

It was Wednesday morning and Susan dropped her stuff on the table by the door. It was a quick day at the lab and most of what she had left to do was read a few papers by the end of the week. She closed the door behind her and made her way to her bedroom to change clothes. Something about being in the lab always left her with a stale aroma. Not noxious, just unpleasant to her. She heard something coming from Candace’s room. Maybe she got off early, too, Susan thought.

Her jaw dropped as she turned to look into Candace’s room. Candace was topless and kneeling on the floor with her skirt hiked up. She was rubbing herself like Susan had only ever seen on film. Apparently Candace did get off early today, Susan joked to herself. As one hand was rubbing between her legs, Candace’s other was pulling at a nipple. There was a wet spot on the carpet beneath her breasts from the milking.

Susan was transfixed by the sight and found herself mentally trying to pull away. But the view of her roommate was intoxicating. Candace’s fingers were slippery with her milk. Susan swore to herself that she could smell the sweetness through the musk. Had she ever been stirred by a woman’s body like this before?

Candace brought a milk drenched hand to her mouth and licked it. Almost immediately her hips began to spasm and she let out a long low broken moan. Her scent flooded the room and Susan felt herself cross her legs as the musk washed over her. Susan was about to walk away when she realized her right hand had crept down to touch herself. Guess I haven’t gotten off in a while either, she thought to herself.

Susan turned from the door so that she could scratch her own itch—then heard Candace cry out in joy. She couldn’t contain her curiosity, and perhaps her lust, as she looked in on the masturbating woman.

Streams of milk shot out as Candace tensed. Her fingers kept working for another half minute making sure that every ounce of pleasure was finally milked from her body. At last she sighed and rest, her body spent.

“I guess you did get off earlier than me today” Susan said aloud, then gasped and covered her mouth. Curse her snark!

Candace laughed, “I guess so!” She gathered herself up, only blushing slightly at being caught in the act then said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Susan, still stunned, stepped away from doorway to allow her roommate to pass. As she walked by, Candace gave Susan a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks, I should have done that weeks ago!” she said then walked into the bathroom to shower.

Susan couldn’t help but lick her lips as she stared at the close door. She could taste the sweet residue of chalky lactin and, was that lavender? Wait, ‘I should have done that weeks ago’? Was Candace talking about masturbating or kissing her?

Though Susan was bothered by the way Candace was acting, she was relieved her friend had relaxed. Still, she retreated to her room. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop thinking about Candace kissing her, or seeing Candace masturbate. She wasn’t sure if she was turned on or just turning the events over in her mind to make sense of them. She pondered for about ten minutes before Candace came to her room, fully dressed in a change of clothes and asked when she wanted to head out to the Veranda.

They went out later that night and nothing was said of the incident, though Susan was distracted all evening.