In a clearing in the dense Wawanakwa forest Trent sat on a tree stump, strumming away idly on his guitar and trying to find a good melody for a song he was writing for his beloved Gwen. Little did he know that he was already a target.
The boy turned to where the voice had come from and sighted the Killer Bass’ unofficial leader, Courtney approaching him.
“Hi Courtney, what’s up?”
“Um Trent…I have a favour to ask you and it may sound a little weird.” Courtney said.
“Sure…what is it?”
“Look I’m asking you to do this because there’s nobody else who can. I don’t want to ask a girl to do this because it would be even more weird and every other guy in this place is a pervert.” Courtney began. “Trent…my breasts are…lactating.”
“Calm down! I take a special medicine for my hormonal balance and lactation is a side effect. Normally I use a pump to take care of it but I couldn’t bring one here so…would you mind milking me?” She asked shyly.
“Please Trent, it really hurts my chest and I can’t ask anybody else. It would even stranger if I asked a girl and every other guy is a pervert. I’m asking you because I know you’re a really nice man and you’re not some hormone crazed freak.” Courtney pleaded.
“Courtney I’d like to help but with Gwen and…”
“Gwen doesn’t have to know.” Courtney said. “But will you PLEASE help me?”
“I…I guess.” Trent stuttered.
“Thank you so much, Trent.” Courtney said, gladly.
Trent watch, amazed, when Courtney took off her sweater vest and slowly began to unbutton her white blouse. She took her time with each button; he assumed it was because she was nervous bu Continue reading