It’s not rare that they crash on Robert’s couch after a night out. She doesn’t like going back to Joseph when she feels nice and buzzed, and the world is tilting just that extra little bit that makes her steps sway.

She doesn’t like his vaguely concerned gazes or his deep sighs of … whatever.

What she likes is relaxing with her best friend, his head heavy on her shoulder, unwashed hair tickling her jaw.

“Hey,” she murmurs after a few minutes of silence, listening to his breathing getting deeper. She jerks her shoulder a bit when he doesn’t react, jostling him. “Hey. You sleeping on me? Getting old?”

He snorts and moves sluggishly, his big hand patting her thigh. “All’s good,” he mumbles, “’m not sleeping…”

A minute ticks by, and she is pretty sure he’s gonna sleep in just a second, but then his hand starts wandering with purpose; rucking her skirt up and sliding underneath. She grunts as his fingertips touch her pussy; the lips swollen and slick beneath the thin, soaked slip. She’s been turned on the whole night – the whole week, and his soft, questing fingers feel damnably good.

She unselfconsciously spreads her knees; sits like a whore as she lets this drunk bastard feel her up. God, but she loves her boy so much. She sighs as he tickles up and down the slick gash, teasing her through her panties, and brings her arm up to card her fingers through his greasy hair.

He needs to take a shower badly, but he’s been in a bad headspace the past days, and Mary knows what her boy Robert needs in those times: a good drinking buddy that has an eye out for him to not stumble into the woods and get lost.

She doesn’t know whether he wants to be an ass and rile her up until she explodes, or whether he genuinely can’t figure out the mechanics of sliding her soaked panties to the side to get at her cunt, but his head is sliding down from her shoulder, nuzzling blearily at her tits through her sensible church-mom sweater, and her focus shifts from her throbbing pussy to her aching tits.

“Come on. You up for some more t’ drink?” she murmurs and pushes him away with some difficulty. He whines. He wants to keep fingering her. He wants to sleep. He probably would love to snore away with a few fingers shoved up her cunt, the bastard.

“Stop whining,” she sighs, rucking up her shirt. “I’m full.”

His protest stops immediately. She can him see blearily eye her tits; big and full in the dark bra she’s wearing. She reaches into one cup and lifts one breast out carefully to rest on top. The nipple is huge and dark and swollen; a thick pacifier just for Robert’s greedy mouth.

He practically falls onto it, not letting her get her other tit out. He presses in close, his lips making sloppy seals around the wide areola once, twice, producing wet gurgling noises as he pulls some trickles of milk – and then finally manages to get it right.

Mary digs her heels against the floor and presses her back father into the couch. Her toes curl in her stockings and her cunt gushes against his unmoving hand as she feels the pressure of him suckling.

“Oh god,” she groans, low and heart felt. She digs both hands in his hair, holding him close to her breast as he moves his jaw gently; pulling with an inexorable steadiness. The suction hurts, bone deep in her guts, making her squirm on the spot while she can feel her clit swelling more.

He is loud while eating; she can hear his greedy gulps, thick and needy as he eats faster than he can probably breathe.

She has to stop him; a thumb pushed into the side of his mouth, breaking the seal he has to push him back and make him breathe. Milk is dripping down the lower swell of her tit, some trickles falling onto her belly; tickling her.

Robert groans, his lips white and shiny with her milk, his eyes dark and gone. Drunk on the thick cream he’s drinking.

“You good?” Mary murmurs, stroking a shivering hand across his hair. He groans low, mouth still pulled to the side by her thumb. He doesn’t even try to dislodge it; just eyes her tits and waits for her to let him back in. Pliable.

She hisses and reaches down; suddenly very adamant to have something up her pussy. She pushes his lax hand away and hooks fingers into the side of her panties, pulling them away; freeing her cunt for his warm, big fingers as she drags him back in – both his hand and his face.

He is uncoordinated and sloppy, but so very eager. His fingers slide without coordination through the mess of her cunt; one time gliding too far back and trying in his drunken stupidity to squeeze into her tight asshole, which… is a nice shock to her system.

“Bastard,” she gasps, and takes his wrist; trying to help him find the way, though it is hard for her to concentrate when his mouth is so very distracting; or the soft noises he makes while eating. Little grunts and slurps, his swallowing sound loud and obscene and sending electricity to her cunt.

Somehow he manages to finally give her a couple fingers; sliding through the ample amount of slick, rubbing rudely against her silky walls; and somehow, too, he manages to glance his thumb against her engorged clit.

It is enough to send her into spasms: cunt clenching and body jerking as she comes hard and sudden; even the fact that she can feel her other breast start to leak through the fabric can’t dampen her euphoria of finally being able to come after being horny for so long.

Robert whines against her, nose buried in the soft flesh of her tit, milky mouth open and panting. Like everything is done now. Like her coming like a freight train once has sated her.

“C’mon, lazy,” she slurs, finally able to free her other breast. “Got two of ‘em y’know…”

He groans and latches on to it immediately.

Her fucked up boy. But goddamn if she wasn’t fucked up as well.