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  GIRLS ONLY:

  Moms’ Night Out

  By Selena Kitt

  Selena Kitt Singles

  Short Story—Big Bang!

  Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!

  Jaime, a mother with newborn twins, feels overwhelmed until she finds the local Mommy and Me group. She and Caroline hit it off right away, both single mothers with young children. When the group organizes a dinner and karaoke night, Jaime and Caroline jump at the chance for a break, pooling their money for a babysitter. But Jaime doesn’t plan on how difficult—and physically painful—the night might be without her two nurslings and no breast pump in sight. Determined to stay out and have fun, Jaime enlists Caroline’s help, and together the two women not only save their night out, they discover one more delicious thing they have in common!

  Selena Kitt Single

  Short Story—Big Bang!

  (approx 5550 words)

  Warning: These titles contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!

  Table of Contents

  Moms’ Night Out

  About Selena Kitt

  Bonus Excerpt!

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  GIRLS ONLY:

  Mom’s Night Out

  By Selena Kitt

  Selena Kitt Singles

  Short Story—Big Bang!

  Moms’ Night Out

  “You look like you’re trying to fit two bowling balls into a slingshot.” Caroline watched in the bathroom mirror as Jaime, bent over, attempted to wiggle her milk-filled breasts into a pink bra at least two sizes too small.

  “They’re impossible!” Jaime sighed, lifting her breasts to show her considerable cleavage.

  Caroline set down her mascara in the hot mess of make-up, hair product and baby wipes on the crowded sink before heading to the bedroom across the hall. She returned in a flash, holding two of Jaime’s sports bras, one white and one black. Jaime was still wiggling away.

  “Here, try one of these—a nursing mother’s best friend on a night out. And hurry, I know you just pumped for the sitter, but I can practically see you filling from here.” Caroline handed Jaime the sports bras and moved around behind her to help her unhook. “These should help keep things compressed enough all night.”

  Jaime straightened, stretching her arms up to let Caroline undo her and slip off the too-small bra, her wet eyes on the verge of tears.

  Poor thing, Caroline thought, seeing the younger woman’s emotions ready to spill out just like her engorged breasts in the tight fabric of her too-small bra. Jaime gasped as Caroline slipped the sports bra gently over her full breasts, her nipples hardening immediately.

  “Sorry, I know how you feel, but you’re just, well—so big! Dunno if I could handle twins!”

  “What choice do I have?” Jaime crossed her arms under her heavy breasts and palmed her sensitive nipples to rub them. Still watching in the mirror, Caroline’s brows rose and eyes widened as she caught Jaime, eyes closed, in a sigh that was both pain and pleasure at the same time. She knew the feeling well enough herself. “You know, when Rob was last home on leave, I couldn’t keep him off them. He even wanted to, you know, fuck them until I was so sore. It was like having three babies, I swear! I felt like the Dairy Queen!” Jaime’s eyes fluttered open and she gave a shy smile and blush as she realized Caroline was admiring her.

  The young women held each other’s gaze in the mirror for a beat before Jaime broke the moment with a glowing pulse of the blush in her cheeks and neck and an embarrassed outburst. “Well, you know it’s true, Caroline! You know it is! No one talks about it but we all know it…if it didn’t feel good we wouldn’t do it, right? Oh, Caroline I don’t know if I can even do this anymore. Tell me I’m doing the right thing. Please? Rob hasn’t been the same since his first tour in Iraq, and this separation, or divorce—oh, who the hell knows with him—is killing me!” The tears finally came.

  Caroline wrapped her arms around Jaime from behind and Jaime gripped her hands and pulled her closer.

  “Oh, hon, you know you’re crazy with the hormones, and we both know you’ll do whatever’s best for those two babies. We always do. I think it was easier for me, knowing The Asshole—don’t laugh, that’s an official title—knowing I’d never see him again after he saw Kyle’s heart beating on that ultrasound DVD I slipped in on him instead of last night’s band video. Rock-A-Billy Zombies…who the hell leaves their baby momma for something called the Rock-A-Billy Zombies? Well, my little man and me, we don’t need the chickenshit anyway!”

  “I don’t know how to do this without Rob.” Jaime’s lower lip trembled and Caroline had an incredible urge to kiss it and make it all better. Poor thing, she thought again. Instead, she touched her finger to her friend’s bottom lip as if to silence her.

  “We’ll do it together, how about that?”

  “Thanks.” Jaime put her head on Caroline’s shoulder. “I don’t know what I would have done if we hadn’t meet.”

  Caroline gave her a gentle squeeze. “Well we can thank the Mommy and Me group for that tonight—if we make it. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, or we’re going to miss the appetizers. And if you can’t have drinks, at least you can pig out on those, since you’re burning an extra thousand calories a day!”

  “Okay.” Jaime brightened, turning toward the mirror and adjusting her sports bra over the mounds of her breasts before reaching for the glittery black top hanging on a hook behind the bathroom door. “Let’s get this party started!”

  “That’s my girl.” Caroline grinned, nodding in approval as Jaime slipped her top on. Both women startled when Jaime’s apartment intercom buzzer sounded. “And there’s our babysitter!”

  Jaime dabbed at her wet eyes with Kleenex. “Can you get it?”

  “Sure.”

  The 30-free-days of supersitters.com had paid off. Jeanie was not much older than the two young mothers, maybe late 20’s, but she was all Nanny and the Professor…calm, warm and organized—minus the British accent.

  The babies were asleep in what passed for the nursery of Jaime’s two-bedroom apartment, with Caroline’s li
ttle man, eighteen-month-old Kyle, asleep in the pack’n’play—hopefully for the night. The twins, of course, would be up to eat again and Jeanie called off her checklist, double checking the supply of Jaime’s pumped milk in the fridge, as Caroline and Jaime finished getting ready for Moms’ Night Out—the first one they’d been able to afford since joining the Mommy and Me group, and then only because they had pooled their money for a sitter.

  As the two young mothers said good-bye-thank-you’s and ran out the door ten minutes late they turned around for each other to check hair, face, butt, legs and shoes, but they forgot to double check for the portable breast pump Caroline had brought in her purse. Jaime’s breast pump was a Craig’s List model, in great shape, and okay for lunchtime at the elementary school where she taught, but far too big for a Moms’ Night Out at Olive Garden. There it sat on Jaime’s bed in a pile of unchosen skirts and stockings as the door clacked closed.

  Neither of them realized it until their entrees arrived, the restaurant packed, their table of ten women chattering and laughing louder than most. Caroline was on her third margarita—since Jaime couldn’t drink and served as the perfect designated driver—and she was feeling it, her face flushed, her skin tingling. That’s when Jaime leaned over and whispered, “I’m leaking,” and Caroline checked her purse for the pump, shaking her head, wide-eyed with dismay, when she came up empty-handed, and both women sat, open-mouthed, blinking at each other in disbelief.

  “Everything okay?” Nicki asked, eyes slanting as she watched Jaime slip out of her chair. Nicki was the head of their Mommy and Me group and ran it like a cross between a military operation and American Idol. There was an interview process to get in, and once accepted, you had to commit to two functions per month, or you were tossed out.

  “Just a bathroom break.” Caroline watched her friend threading her way through the tables. It was her fault Jaime was in this mess and she felt awful. Not only that, but if they had to go home early, both of them might get tossed out of the group. Did half a night count, she wondered?

  Caroline stood, dropping her napkin onto her chair. “Be right back.”

  She found Jaime in the bathroom, as she’d expected, locked into one of the stalls. Caroline knocked. Olive Garden had completely private stalls, which she remembered well from nursing Kyle. She used to be too shy to breastfeed in public and would only come to the Olive Garden for dinner whenever the opportunity arose because they had such ample bathroom privacy. Of course, it wasn’t easy balancing on a toilet to feed a baby, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Caroline smiled at the memory of her anxiety about public nursing. By the time Kyle was eight months and old enough to lift her shirt, she would whip it out anywhere.

  “Sweetie? It’s me. Open up.”

  The lock slid over and the door swung open, revealing a dejected Jaime sitting fully clothed on the toilet, stuffing folded paper towels into her bra. Caroline’s heart melted. If only she hadn’t forgotten the damned pump!

  “I’m leaking like crazy. It’s killing me! They’re so tender!” Jaime wailed, pulling a wad of paper towel out. It was literally dripping with milk. “What am I going to do? I don’t want to have to go home.”

  “I know, hon, me neither.” Caroline cocked her head, frowning as she watched Jaime reach for toilet paper, wadding it up in her hand. Caroline stopped her. “Wait.”

  Jaime looked up, quizzical. “You got a better idea?”

  “I actually do.” Caroline took her friend’s hands, pulling her to her feet. Their eyes locked and Caroline felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety in her belly. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yeahhhh…” Jaime’s face told a different story, but she allowed Caroline to move around her, the women trading places, Caroline sitting and Jaime standing.

  “Okay, close your eyes,” Caroline instructed.

  “What?”

  “Trust me.” She was drunk, she knew it—and maybe, she decided, she could use that as an excuse later. She’d done a lot of things that seemed like a good idea at the time when she was drunk, things she had simply wanted to do but hadn’t the courage. This, she decided, was one of those situations where she might say she was remorseful later and blame it on the margaritas—but in her heart, she knew she wouldn’t really regret it for a minute.

  “Okay.” Jaime sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her blonde head as Caroline began to lift her friend’s shirt up over her belly. “What are you—?”

  “Shh!” Caroline chided, pulling Jaime’s shirt off and gently freeing her heavy breasts from her sports bra. “Keep them closed.”

  Jaime was nude from the waist up now, wearing just a black mini and heels, and she was shivering. Her nipples were hard and beads of milky-white fluid gathered at the tips, falling in fat droplets to the bathroom floor. Caroline took in the breathless sight of her briefly before cupping one of her friend’s breasts in her hands and beginning to suckle.

  “Caroline! No! Oh my god! No! What…?”

  Caroline didn’t let up, suckling hard, swallowing deeply. She hadn’t given any thought to how breast milk and margaritas were going to mix, but Jaime’s milk was sweet and went down like cream. Jaime’s hands went to Caroline’s hair, at first attempting to push her off, her thin, lithe body squirming against the side of the bathroom stall as if she could wiggle away.

  “Nooo!” Jaime wailed, but Caroline watched her friend’s face, seeing the immediate relief there. “Oh… oh… that’s… that’s so much better already!”

  “You said Rob did this, right?” She took a brief moment to ask the question before beginning to suckle again. There was so much milk it flooded her mouth instantly and Caroline swallowed and swallowed, looking up at Jaime as she opened her eyes in wonder, watching her friend’s mouth work against her breast.

  “Yeah, he likes it.” Jaime flushed. “I always said he was stealing the baby’s milk to make him stop, but he knew better.”

  “It’s true.” Caroline grinned up at her, lips wet with milk. “It’s like the Doritos slogan—eat all you want, we’ll make more.”

  “It’s true. Plus it does feel good.” Jaime giggled and bit her lip, looking shyly down at her friend. “Oh god, please, will you do the other one too?”

  Caroline’s only answer was to cup Jaime’s other breast in both hands, stretching to cover her pink nipple with her mouth and beginning to suck. Jaime gave a little sigh, shifting her weight closer, giving Caroline more access. Jaime’s milk came warm and fast and Caroline felt herself getting dizzy as she suckled and swallowed, hearing Jaime’s breath coming faster, almost as fast as her own, soft mewls escaping her friend’s throat.

  “Is this turning you on as much as it is me?” She managed to gasp before leaning in to lick a rivulet of milk dripping down Jaime’s firm breast, following the trail back up to her nipple so she could begin sucking again.

  “Uh-huh,” Jaime admitted, her eyes just slits, lips wet and parted, face and chest flushed.

  “You can touch yourself,” Caroline encouraged. She could feel how wet she was herself just from sucking on Jaime’s nipples. She could barely keep her own hand from between her thighs. “Go ahead.”

  “Really?” Jaime whispered, glancing around, as if someone might see them, but the stall was enclosed, the bathroom empty. Caroline’s tongue, making circles around her nipple now, no longer just serving the purpose of emptying her breasts of milk, relieving the pressure, but intentionally moving to give her pleasure, seemed to push Jaime over the edge. She hiked her skirt up, pushing the black panties she’d worn aside, giving Caroline a clear view of her curly blonde bush. She was so wet, her pubic hair was glistening in the fluorescents.

  “Oh god…” Jaime gasped, sliding a finger between her fat pussy lips, easily circling her clit. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Please… Please don’t stop sucking…”

  “I promise,” Caroline breathed, her head moving back and forth, sucking first one, then the other. Jaime’s fingers made a thick, squishy sound as
she started to finger herself, eyes half-closed, breath coming even faster. “Oh you taste so good. Rub yourself off, hon, that’s it. Faster. God that makes me so wet!”

  Jaime opened her eyes and looked at her, cocking her head to the side. “Do you want to… you know…?”

  “You don’t care?” Caroline breathed, her pussy pulsing at the thought.

  “No.” Jaime blushed, but her fingers moved even faster. “I think it would be hot.”

  “Me too.” Caroline moaned softly as she hiked up her own skirt, the crotch of her underwear almost as wet as Jaime’s bra had been when she peeled it off. Her clit practically sighed in relief as she slid her hand under the elastic band of her panties and began to rub it. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her throat, but she kept her promise, her mouth fastened over Jaime’s slick, milky nipple, sucking and swallowing at intervals.

  “Oh yes, oh god, please…” Jaime gasped, her hand moving faster between her legs, her breathless begging giving Caroline goose bumps, her own hand rubbing furiously. Her pussy was on fire. The only sound aside from their hot, rapid breath was the wet plunge of Jaime’s fingers and the gentle suck and swallow as Caroline took more of her friend’s milk.

  “Oh hon!” Caroline gasped, gulping another swallow of milk, unable to hold off any longer. “I’m going to make myself come!”

  “Yes!” Jaime breathed, moaning and arching, offering her breasts. “Suck them! Suck my tits and make me come!”

  Caroline gasped and buried her face against Jaime’s breast, softer now, less engorged, but the nipples still hard and slick with milk. She sucked hard and deep, the cream thick and hot over her tongue as her orgasm crashed through her body, shuddering her against Jaime’s slight frame.

  “Oh! Oh! Coming! Ohhh!” Jaime quivered and spread her thighs wider, thrusting her hips forward as she came, and Caroline moaned in happy surprise when her mouth spontaneously began filling with milk. Jaime’s other, exposed breast did the same thing, shooting streams of milk, jets of it, over Caroline’s shoulder, splashing the bathroom stall as she climaxed.