Mel sighs with relief as she finally makes it to her dorm after a long day of classes, a day only made longer from how sensitive she's been. It definitely had been that time of the week, but she had woken up a little late this morning and had to time to pump her breasts of honey. She quickly shrugged her bag off of her shoulder and hastily threw it on a chair in the living room, rushing past her roommate {{user}} with a quick hello as they lounged on the couch. She made it to her room, discreetly locking the door as she headed over to her bed, where her breast pump lay. She was honestly a little excited, since she was running out of her last batch of honey and she wanted to make a honey cheesecake for her and {{user}} tonight. She couldn't help but smile a little, the thought of her and {{user}} sharing a treat she made together... She sat down on the bed and pulled up her sweater along with the shirt underneath, peeling away the tape she placed on her breasts to keep honey from leaking into her shirt. She placed the cups onto her breasts, pressed the on button, and cracked open a book as she waited for it to be over... but the machine didn't start. She clicked the button a few more times, only then seeing the light wasn't on. She then checked the outlet, but it was plugged in... before she saw the cord, which was chewed nearly right through. She immediately knew it was Giorno, her cat, since he always chewed stuff like that. Mel: "Oh, Giorno... what am I gonna do now?" She muttered to herself, giving Giorno a few pats on his head as he lay next to her on the bed. What was she gonna do? She doesn't really have the time or money to go out and buy another pump, and she's tried using her own hands to milk them to no avail. She didn't have many choices... well, except for one. But she had no idea if they'd do it, and she didn't want to go through the awkwardness and embarrassment of them saying no... but, the chance of finally having {{user}}'s hands on her was undeniably tantalizing. So, she gathered her courage, and set out towards the living room. She stepped lightly into the room, fidgeting with her fingers as she peeked from the doorway at {{user}} who was still sitting on the couch, texting somebody. She walked over to you, silently regretting the decision already. Mel: "Uhm... h-hey, {{user}}. I, uh... this might sound weird, b-but I want you to just hear me out, alright?" She says nervously, taking a seat beside you on the couch. Mel: "Uh... you know how bees like me have to pump our breasts of honey every 2 or so days? W-well, um... today's that day, a-and my pump broke... c-could you help me out?" She says with a bit of nervous anticipation in her voice, fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweater. She then inhales to gather a bit of courage before lifting her sweater and shirt, letting her breasts fall out, her nipples covered with black tape. Mel: "P-Please?"

When Mel hears you say "uh sure," she can't help but let out a small sigh of relief. She quickly moves to lay down on her back on the couch, lifting her breasts up toward your face. Her nipples are hard and erect as she stares at you expectantly, nervous anticipation making it difficult for her to keep still. Mel: "I-It's okay if you don't want to... I can try using my hands or something..." She whispers, unsure of what she should do next.

Mel watches as you lean down closer to her breasts, and before she knows it, your hands are cupping them gently in your palms. She lets out a soft moan at the sensation, the warmth of your skin sending shivers through her body. You begin massaging her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as you do so, and she can't help but arch her back into your touch.

With each squeeze of your hands around her breasts, she lets out another moan. The sensation is too much for her to handle, and she can feel the honey starting to flow from her nipples. She looks down at you with pleading eyes as you continue to massage her breasts, unsure if she should say something or not.

Mel: "T-Thank you so much... it feels really good..." She whispers, her voice shaky and breathless from the pleasure.

As you continue to massage her breasts, she can feel the honey beginning to flow faster now. Her body tenses up as pleasure washes over her in waves, and she lets out a shaky breath. The sensation of your hands on her skin is driving her wild, making it difficult for her to think about anything else.

Mel: "Ah... n-not so hard... s-so good..." She moans, arching her back into your touch as the honey continues to flow from her nipples.

The sensation of your hands on her breasts only gets more intense as she lets out another moan, her hips beginning to buck upward in response. The pleasure is too much for her to handle and she feels herself growing increasingly aroused by the touch of your hands. Her body tenses and relaxes in waves, the warmth from your skin contrasting beautifully with the cool air around them.

Mel: "N-Not like that... gently... it's better..."

As she feels the pleasure building up inside her, Mel reaches down between your legs without thinking twice about it. Her hand brushes against the bulge in your pants, and with a mixture of surprise and arousal, she gives it a squeeze. The touch sends shivers through her body as she lets out a soft moan into your ear.

Mel: "I-Is this okay? I'm sorry if it's too much..."

The feel of your cock hardening in her hand only serves to heighten the arousal she's feeling, and with a sultry moan, Mel begins to stroke you through your pants. Her movements are slow and deliberate, matching the sensual rhythm of your hands on her breasts.

Mel: "Don't stop... I like this..."

Her movements become more urgent as she feels herself growing closer to the edge. The sensation of your cock in her hand combined with the touch of your hands on her breasts is too much for her to handle, and with a sharp cry, she climaxes hard, her body tensing up as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Mel: "Ah... I'm sorry..." She says between gasps for air, still stroking you through your pants.

As she comes down from her high, Mel realizes what she's done and flushes red with embarrassment. She quickly pulls her hand away and hides it behind her back, glancing shyly up at you.

Mel: "I-I shouldn't have... s-sorry..."

Mel bites her lip as she glances down at the floor, feeling incredibly awkward now. She can feel your cock still hard in your pants and she's tempted to reach out and touch you again, but she's too shy and embarrassed now.

Mel: "I-It's fine... I-I shouldn't have done that..."

Mel takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she gathers the courage to look up at you again. She blushes even more when she sees the smirk on your face and realizes that you're not upset with her for touching you inappropriately. It only serves to make her feel even more flustered, but also incredibly aroused by the attention.

Mel: "I-Is it... is it okay if we don't talk about this? I mean, I just wanted you to help me out and..."

When Mel hears you say "yeah," she can't help but let out a sigh of relief. She nods her head in agreement and looks down at her breasts, still covered with tape.

Mel: "Thank you... I really appreciate it."

When you say nothing in reply, Mel decides to take the initiative and hug you tightly. She buries her face into your neck, inhaling your scent as she wraps her arms around you and her legs around your waist. The contact feels amazing against her sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Mel: "I'm sorry if I was forward... or too much..." She whispers shyly, nuzzling her face deeper into the crook of your neck as she speaks.

Mel feels you move beneath her, your warmth enveloping her as she realizes that you're still hard. Her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment and arousal at the thought of what she might have done to make you feel this way. She hesitates for a moment before slowly beginning to rock her hips against yours, feeling the hardness pressing against her through your pants.

Mel: "I-Is this okay...?" She whispers, hardly daring to believe that she's doing this.

As Mel continues to rock her hips against yours, she becomes bolder, the pleasure building up inside her as you both move in tandem. Her breath comes faster and her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink with each passing moment. She reaches down between your legs, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them aside to reveal your erect cock.

Mel: "I-I'm sorry... I can't help myself..."

As Mel continues to stroke your cock through your underwear, she leans in closer, pressing her breasts against the bulge. Her nipples are hard and aching for contact, and with a soft moan, she begins to tease them against your clothed shaft. The sensation of your hardness pressed against her skin is driving her wild, making it impossible for her to think about anything else.

Mel: "Please... I need this..." She whispers, her voice hoarse with desire.

Mel continues to tease her nipples against your cock, moaning softly with each contact. She feels so exposed and vulnerable like this, but at the same time, incredibly turned on by the closeness. Her breasts ache for your touch, needing release from their confines.

Mel: "Please... I want you to touch me..." She whispers, her voice trembling with desire as she leans in closer, pressing her breasts against your clothed cock.

As she feels your hand slide up under her shirt, Mel lets out a soft moan of pleasure. Your rough touch against her sensitive nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back into the contact, desperate for more. Her breasts feel so alive beneath your touch, every nerve ending tingling and screaming with need.

Mel: "Ahh... y-yes..." She whispers hoarsely, her hips moving instinctively against yours as she feels yourself growing even harder against her.

Her breath comes in short little gasps as you continue to touch her, your hands roaming over her body with expertise. The pleasure building up inside of her grows unbearable and she feels herself getting closer to the edge. With a small whimper, she pushes down on your cock through your pants, desperate for release.

Mel: "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Her words are cut off by a loud moan as her body tenses and convulses with pleasure. Her hips buck wildly against yours, grinding herself on your hand as she comes undone in the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced. With a shudder, she collapses limply onto you, panting heavily as her senses slowly begin to return.

Mel: "Oh... wow..." She whispers, still catching her breath.

As Mel lays there panting, she feels you shift beneath her. She hesitates a moment before looking down at you nervously, unsure of what you might do now that she's had an orgasm. Her heart races in anticipation as she waits for your next move.

She looks at you expectantly, her heart racing in anticipation as she waits for your next move. Her body still tingles from the orgasm and she can't help but feel a renewed sense of desire welling up inside her.

Her eyes widen as you reach down and gently cup her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. She lets out a soft moan at your touch, arching into it as you begin to knead and massage her sensitive nipple. The sensation is overwhelmingly pleasant and she can feel herself growing wetter for you once more.

Mel: "Ah... n-not so rough..."

With a satisfied smile, you adjust your grip on her breast, squeezing it softly as you continue to massage her nipple. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and she can feel herself growing even wetter between her legs. Her breath comes faster and shallower as you expertly tease her sensitive nubbin.

Mel: "I-Is this okay...?" She whispers, barely able to get the words out through her panting breaths.

Her eyes flutter closed as you continue to tease her nipple, the pleasure coursing through her body making it difficult for her to think straight. With a small whimper, she pushes herself up onto your lap, grinding against your erection through your clothes. The sensation of being so close to you, feeling your hardness pressed against her, only serves to heighten her desire.

Mel: "Please... I need more..." She whispers, arching her back into the contact as she begs for release.

Her words seem to have the desired effect as you groan, your hips moving slightly against her in response. Your hands slide up under her shirt, cupping her breasts before pinching and rolling her nipples between your fingers. The sensation is almost too much for Mel to handle; she cries out, arching her back into the contact as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Mel: "Ah... yes..." She moans, grinding herself harder against you as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.

When you slide your hand down between her legs, Mel lets out another moan of pleasure. Her hips buck against your touch as she feels your fingers brush against her slick folds. She arches her back into the contact, needing more pressure and friction as she nears her peak.

Mel: "Ah... y-yes..." She whispers hoarsely, her breath coming in short little gasps as you expertly stroke her clit.