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Alien Urges & Affection: When Misty Fell for Shell	By : sadarax Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 12612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7 - Milk and Honey
The next day Misty did not come by in the morning as she had the day prior. Sheldon continued to repair the Silver Shell, which took some time despite his work the day before. After that was finished, he simply poked around the house, expecting Misty to show up any time. After a few hours of waiting, he realized how unfortunate it was that he had no way to contact her. He had no reason to expect her to come over as early as she had the day before, but both of them really had nothing much else to do besides spend time together.
Various tasks around the house eventually were tended to, while Sheldon killed time waiting. As the hours passed, he began to get slightly worried. Misty had been acting strangely just before she left, and she had said she felt sore. It had been odd to see the normally indomitable heroine made to pause by pain.
Sheldon found himself remarking "I hope she's alright," at various times throughout the day.
At last, late in the afternoon, Misty arrived at his door. Sheldon happily ushered her into the den and bade her sit on the couch as usual. He was just about to ask what had kept her, when she cut in with, "Sheldon, can we order pizza or something? I haven't eaten anything all day, and I'm starving."
"Sure." replied Sheldon immediately.
Soon two large extra cheese pizza pies arrived and the teens sat down to more movie goodness on the plasma screen. While Misty cheered at parts during the movie, she seemed more quiet than usual and Sheldon thought some of her cheers seemed slightly odd. She was keeping very still when she sat, not moving or jumping up in her seat or shaking her arms in the air, as she normally did during a film. At points during the movie, he also thought she seemed pre-occupied, her expression becoming less focused, with her large purple eyes wondering from the video display.
After eating and finishing their movie and the customary after movie discussion, Sheldon expected Misty to suggest they do some training in the remaining daylight, but surprisingly she did not. In fact, she simply sat on the couch, and asked if he would get her another soda. He did so, and when he returned, she asked if they could watch another movie. Shrugging, he readily complied by producing another classic and starting the film.
By the time that feature had finished, the sun had set and the light was starting to slowly fade. Sheldon knew there would probably be no training that day. Obviously Misty was still not feeling well and did not want to talk about it for some reason. "Maybe she's embarrassed to miss practice?" thought Sheldon to himself. "I'd better not say anything."
They chatted for a bit about the movie, but Sheldon could tell Misty was not really into talking about the film. She was rather withdrawn and subdued, leaving him to do more of the talking, which again was out of the ordinary for the rather vivacious girl. When he had finished saying everything he could think to say about anything noteworthy from the film, he stopped talking and a silence fell.
***
In reality and well out of Sheldon's perception, Misty had been desperately trying to work the nerve to ask him how he felt about girls and sex. She had stayed away from him most of the day thinking about her feelings, and while waiting for the ache in her breasts to subside. The pain had never lessened however, and now that it was going well on more than 24 hours, she felt distinctly uncomfortable.
Misty also did not like the fact that, for the first time in a long time, she felt nervous about something and was hesitating to act because of it. She was normally direct and jumped right into things without any pause beyond the slightest forethought. It bothered her that she was reluctant to ask Sheldon about sex. Of course, sex was only part of the real question of how he felt about sex with aliens, and specifically sex with her.
In truth, she was nervous that he might say he did not like the idea of sex with aliens... and that he did not like her.
Every time she had that thought, she immediately told herself it was wrong and stupid. Sheldon had obviously got an erection when she had accidentally sat on his lap that one time, and she thought she had caught him blushing at her several other times. Of course, telling herself that such thoughts were wrong did not necessarily make her believe it.
Sitting beside Misty on the couch, as the silence drew out longer and longer, Sheldon felt he had to say something. He really wanted to ask her what was wrong, but normally when you asked a girl what was wrong, they did not tell you. The reason for this was something he did not know, but it always seemed that way.
Of course, Misty was no ordinary girl. She seemed more honest and open than most girls he had met. Nonetheless, as Sheldon was quite literally tapped for anything else to speak about, he finally asked, "So Misty, want to go do something? It's a little late, but we can still hit Mezmers if you like."
Misty did not look at Sheldon, merely shaking her head in response and said, "No, I just want to stay here tonight."
Sheldon waited. Misty's mouth twitched, as if she wanted to say something more, but nothing came.
Inside her head, Misty thought desperately to herself, "I DO want to stay here tonight."
She wanted to spend the night actually. She wanted to take Sheldon up on his offer for letting her stay at his home. Just like he had offered when they first trained together, all that time ago. But she wanted more than just sleeping in his house. She wanted to take the rest of the offer his words had implied, at least as they had implied in her culture. She knew she wanted Sheldon as the boy she would mate with. Last night and most of the day, she had thought about the idea. It had been a long time coming when she had pondered it all.
She could have gone out and probably found any boy, pretty or otherwise, who would gladly jump into the sack with her, especially if they learned how much jumping she would be asking for. But she did not want someone like that. Not someone who wanted her just for her body. She had been sought after on many worlds by many suave boys, espousing to admire her beauty, though it was probably more the allure due to her being a superhero, not her own real beauty that drew them.
Misty had no delusions about being a beauty queen among worlds. She knew she was pretty, and maybe even lovely to some, but many had courted her because of her crime fighting or simply looking for action, whatever type they could get. But not Sheldon.
Sheldon had treated her more like a normal person from the start. He treated her like that because of what she was and how she acted. Sheldon had never tried to impress her or even make a move on her. Misty knew that despite of the pressure from her hormones to find a mate, it was not solely chemical motivation and lack of other suitors that made her choose Sheldon. No, she wanted him because, given enough time, they might have actually become an item together. In fact she felt almost sure of it. Well, as sure as one can be about such things.
They were very compatible, much more than with any other boy on earth or elsewhere that she had ever met, and a lot more compatible than she would have ever guessed. Her body's mating cycle had just made things move faster, perhaps skipping a lot of fun dating and courting. But there was no other boy she wanted. Not some pretty boy, not some rugged bad-boy. She wanted Sheldon.
"Misty, what's wrong?" asked Sheldon, abruptly cutting in on her inner musings.
Misty looked up at his words after the long silence and stared at him. She had not realized they had both been quiet for at least several minutes. She blinked her large eyes and her purple pupils focused on his face. She wanted to ask him. She needed to lead up to it. To ask him how he felt. What he thought. She needed to know. But... this was not something she could just jump into like she always did. That might scare him. It scared HER as it was already.
Misty opened her mouth to ask Sheldon any one of the deep personal questions she had in mind, but instead the words that came out were, "My chest really hurts."
Sheldon blinked and then a few seconds later he asked, "Where? Do your lungs hurt? Or the muscles? It is in your ribs?"
"No," answered Misty shaking her head, looking down and away from Sheldon in embarrassment. "It's my breasts."
Sheldon gulped and felt his face warm slightly. "Calm down." he thought to himself. "It's just her breasts. Nothing to get excited about."
"What's wrong with them?" he squeaked. He coughed to try to get his voice back to normal. He had not meant to sound weird.
"They feel swollen, and they ache all the time." she replied.
Sheldon thought for a moment. His genuine concern for Misty overrode any sexual connotations and he was able to concentrate on helping her. The details being vague, Sheldon questioned further.
"Any other symptoms? Headache? Nausea? Fever? I mean, has anything else been happening while the swelling's been going on?"
Misty was silent for a minute. She was pretty certainly the swelling had something to do with her gradual move into heat recently. It seemed to have started around the same time her need to masturbate had begun to increase.
"Well, actually... I've been feeling pretty...." she trailed off. She just could not bring herself to say 'aroused' to Sheldon like this. It was so embarrassing, even for someone like her. "...hot, lately. I've felt a lot of tingles too. And my breasts just kept getting bigger and fuller."
"Fuller?" repeated Sheldon, somewhat surprised.
"Yeah," said Misty.
Sheldon cocked his head and thought for a second. "Any, uh, secretions? You know, um, goo or liquids." He hesitated to say the word 'puss' as it simply did not go well with the word 'breasts'.
"No, they just feel really full and swollen." answered Misty, and then suddenly in frustration she growled "Grrr, star systems, they hurt."
At those words she moved her arms to her chest, angrily pulled off her gloves and threw them to the floor, then with her bare hands she openly massaged her breasts through the fabric of her clothing, trying to somehow relieve the ache.
Sheldon gulped again as he watched Misty touch her lovely knockers right in front of him. He felt the underside of his scrotum start to tingle as he looked, a sure sign of an impending erection. He had never really told Misty that he thought she was pretty, but her breasts were down right HOT. After a moment of watching her he turned away, thinking it was callous to become aroused over something that was obviously painful for poor Misty.
"Well, I don't really know what it could be." he spoke at length, "If you're not sick... I mean, from the way you described it, you could be lactating or something."
"Lactating?" said Misty, looking up at him, her hands still on her breasts. "What's that? I don't know that word."
"Oh, I, uh..." stammered Sheldon, embarrassed that he had brought up the word. "It's, uh, when a girl's breasts fill up with milk." he said at last.
"Milk? Why milk?" asked Misty perplexed, her hands slowing their motions but still continuing to gently rub her tender flesh.
"Well, to nurse their babies." answered Sheldon.
"My kind don't do that with our kids... But..." she said as her face assumed a pondering look, "I sort of remember that our breasts do make some kinda liquid..."
"Oh," replied Sheldon, trying not to be embarrassed and act seriously about the situation, despite all this talk about breasts, particularly Misty's. "Maybe that's it."
"Yeah!" agreed Misty suddenly, her voice becoming a little happier now that maybe they had found the cause of her problem.
That probably was it! Her expression brightened for a second, but then drooped down again.
She let out a disappointed, "Oh," as it did.
"What's wrong?" asked Sheldon at her exclamation.
"I can't remember anything about it." answered Misty, her eyes unfocused as she desperately tried to summon more information about her species habits. "I mean, I don't know how we deal with our breasts getting this way."
"Why?" asked Sheldon, the question seeming obvious.
"'Cause when I left my world they hadn't taught us everything." answered Misty as she looked down at the floor, her momentary glee seeming a bit wilted.
Sheldon was silent then. He had nothing to offer her for advice. Of course, he was not sure she was lactating or anything like it, but Misty seemed to think that was the case.
"How do humans deal with lactating?" asked Misty suddenly, still not looking up from the floor.
"Huh?" said Sheldon, half not believing the question.
Misty's lifted her head and looked Sheldon directly in the face as he sat on the couch next to her.
"How do human women deal with lactating? When their breasts are swollen with liquid?" she asked.
"Um, uh, well, they..." started Sheldon, again embarrassed to be telling this to a girl. Normally this was stuff they already knew. "...they have the baby drink the milk."
By now Misty's hands had stopped moving. She turned and looked at him. "How?" responded Misty immediately, staring intently at his face.
Sheldon shifted uncomfortably on the cushions under her gaze, but answered as he looked away from Misty in slight embarrassment, "They suck it out through the girl's nipples."
There was a moment's pause while the words sunk in for Misty. She sat still for a bit, then lowered her hands, and bent her neck forward to look down at her chest. Even with her long neck, she was not going to be able to do such a thing herself. Relieving the pressure through her nipples made so much more sense now that she thought about it, and she swore that she had heard that exact same thing somewhere on her world before, but she had not been able to remember it.
Her lips curled in a frown and her eyebrows knitted together as she continued to peer at her swollen mammaries. She suddenly felt agitated that she had not tried releasing the pressure somehow sooner. Honestly, there was no good reason for her not being able to remember that part of her education or training, though it had been brief and at the time boring.
But as soon scolded herself for not trying the obvious, she remembered that she in fact had done just that or at least she had tried. She had attempted to milk herself, by pressing and prodding her breasts before this, though not with that actual idea in mind. In the end nothing had happened and no liquid had expressed, though somehow now she was sure her breasts had felt like they had wanted to release something at that time. Misty had never pressed very hard because the pressure had hurt lately and she had not known if it was the right thing to do.
"Sucked out through their nipples huh?" thought Misty inside her head.
She sat a moment in quiet thought as she pondered this new information. The implications and the possibilities began to become clear inside of her head the more she thought. From her seat next to Sheldon, without turning her body, Misty turned her head and looked at the thin boy. With her head still bent forward and her gaze turned on him, she stared intently at him for a couple of moments, hardly blinking her large purple eyes.
As the seconds ticked by, slowly Misty realized there was only one thing to do, and all things considered, it was not the worst thing that could happen. In fact, in a way, it was supposed to almost happen like this, now that Sheldon had helped to jog her memory about her engorged breasts. As the unknowns and what she would do next gradually became clear to her, she suddenly began to feel her natural confidence stir inside her again.
"Shell," began Misty, breaking the silence that had set in.
"Yeah Misty." answered Sheldon hesitantly, glancing sideways at her out the corner of his eye.
Misty raised her head level now and shifted her body, turning to face towards him from across the couch. Then she asked, "Would you look at my breasts? ...to see if they need some relieving."
***
Sheldon's eyes went wide. She was asking him to look at her breasts. Her breasts! This was something that every boy dreamed about at one time or another, especially about a girl they particularly liked. His pants began to feel tight, as Sheldon turned to look at Misty's chest over the distance between them.
"Um... I guess they do..." he half guessed as he inspected them. They did look rather big under the fabric. Of course, Misty's shirt obscured most of the details, but they were still lovely breasts.
"No," corrected Misty. "I mean take a real look. Come here."
As she said that, Misty let go of her breasts, and using both her hands, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled her it off over her head.
Sheldon actually felt his pupils dilate this time as he looked at Misty sitting on his couch with her shirt removed and her nearly bare chest exposed. His face quickly became hot. It seemed like her lavender skin was everywhere in his vision and Sheldon found himself staring at her lovely melons as they were cradled in her black silk bra.
Faster than you could say 'camping' Sheldon's groin had pitched a tent inside his pants. He immediately cupped his hands together and clamped them down over his crotch to hide his rapidly growing erection. Misty was sitting next to him with her shirt off! He could see her breasts for real!
Before Sheldon could really get a good look at her bust, if you call already getting such an eyeful not enough, Misty leaned forward, looking straight ahead as she concentrated. She reached behind herself with both hands to unfasten the clip on her bra, and then promptly removed the garment, laying it on the couch on her other side. Sheldon's erection gave a powerful spasm of rigidity as he stared unblinking at her uncovered light purple bosom, resplendent with a set of slightly darker purple nipples. Sheldon felt his heart thumping almost painfully in his chest and his eyes felt so big he thought they might pop.
"Over here Shell." called Misty, now turning back to look at him. When she did however, she let out a giggle and covered her mouth with one hand.
"Hahahaha. Aw, Shell. Hahaha, you look so cute!" she laughed with a big grin on her face.
He really did. Sheldon's expression was a perfect mixture of complete shock and amazement at what was unfolding before him. He had a look something like complete disbelief, as if the situation was too good to be true but he was barely containing his wish that it be real.
As Misty finished her short bout of laughter, which went on for another minute more, Sheldon seemed to catch hold of himself a bit. He blinked his eyes at last and managed to not look directly at her gland canyon. He told himself this was obviously not a dream. Misty was still herself, despite the awkward situation and pain. She still laughed and smiled, which were quite refreshing for him to see.
"Well, come on Shell." said Misty at length as she patted the couch cushion next to her and smiled reassuringly at him.
Sheldon blinked and looked at where her hand lay. He knew that he had to do something.
"Oh God," the thoughts thundered inside his head, "What should I do?"
The answer was of course obvious. But how to do it without screwing up? He really could not stay where he was, but how would getting closer, where Misty was sure notice his raging hard-on, be any less rude?
"Misty, I'm not sure I, uh, should... you know..." stammered Sheldon, still not moving closer, with his eyes glued to the seat cushion next to her, purposefully not looking up.
"Come on." she coaxed again, patting the cushion once more. "I won't bite. I promise."
Sheldon shifted his gaze to Misty's face and saw that she was still smiling warmly at him. She was not the least bit angry, and the worried expression that she seemed to have been wearing underneath everything was now gone. Misty looked like her normal self, her large eyes focused intently on him.
"Jeez she looks pretty." thought Sheldon to himself as he continued to gaze at her face.
After another second, Sheldon, silently pleading inside that nothing bad would come from this, slowly moved closer to Misty. He shifted and scooted himself over the couch until he was on the cushion next to her, somehow managing to keep his hands over his groin in the process. Misty suppressed a giggle as he moved, noting that he was obviously nervous about getting closer.
She leaned nearer to him, bringing her chest to within a foot of him, and said, "I think they need to be milked. Have a good look. What do you think Shell?"
Sheldon gulped again, his eyes now fixed on her nipples and aerolas. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. He just kept looking.
"Snap out of it Sheldon!" he thought desperately to himself, as he started to sweat from the rapid rise in body temperature he was experiencing. "You have to look at them and... and... and tell her what you think...." His face was beet red now.
"I.... uuuh......" he tried to speak but no words formed.
***
Misty shook her chest from side to side, causing her bust to swing slightly and bounce a little. "Well?" she cooed at him with a sly grin plastered her face.
"Star systems, this is too much fun." Misty thought to herself, reveling in the effect her not so subtle teasing was having on poor Sheldon.
He obviously liked her breasts or he would not be this nervous, but he was not sure how to show it. She gently inhaled a breath of air, catching a powerful whiff of Sheldon's scent. She savored his unique smell for a few delicious seconds. It was starting to feel less and less strange why that scent made her feel happy. Along with the boy's personal aroma, she could smell sweat and something that she was certain was nervousness.
Sheldon swallowed hard and willed his regular head to think of something other than Misty's soft lavender pillows waving before his eyes. "I guess they... need to be... uh... milked." he managed to croak at last. He really did not know how he was supposed tell if they were swollen or not.
"Good." declared Misty with an air of finality in her words. She pulled back away from him and then stood up from the couch.
Sheldon leaned back into his seat and let out a sigh of relief at the new distance between them, glad that Misty had moved away. He had enjoyed the site of her breasts, to be sure, but the overwhelming fear he was going to somehow mess things up had been just as great. His heart was thumping so loud he was sure she could hear it, and he was sweating.
"Shell," said Misty as she moved down the couch to pick up some pillow cushions. "I have a favor to ask you."
She walked back and plucked up the other pillow on her half of the couch. Sheldon watched her with curious wonder and more than a little apprehension as she moved. After grabbing several plush pillow cushions, she stepped back to him and stood in front of where he leaned back against the couch.
She suddenly held out the stack of pillows over him where he sat and dropped them on his lap. Sheldon was startled by abrupt move, but was glad it was nothing to be nervous about; now he could stop covering himself. He had only just unclasped his hands and withdrawn them from underneath the cushions when Misty rose into the air, floated forward a bit, and then plopped down, with a leg on each side of Sheldon, to sit atop the stack of pillows over his middle.
The second she landed on her plush nest, Sheldon sat bolt upright in surprise, and began to squirm under her sudden weight. As he moved, he half tried to get some safety distance between himself and the girl who had just figuratively sat on his lap. It was not that he did not find Misty attractive or beautiful, but things were getting serious and his heart was pounding fit to burst from the stress of it.
Misty grinned at his reaction, and before he could free himself from underneath her seat, she immediately stretched out her legs at Sheldon's sides, wrapped them around behind him and hugged him closer to her, locking her feet together behind his back. She half smiled, half wickedly grinned down at Sheldon from several inches above his head on her plush throne. In her tight leg grip, he could neither squirm away nor move back and he was stuck delightfully close to her, well within arm's reach, for each of the two teens.
***
Through her thighs and calves that were pressed into Sheldon's middle all around, Misty could feel every movement his upper body made. Sheldon was keenly aware of the long muscular legs holding him tightly. More than that however, he could feel Misty's inner thighs and groin pressed into his stomach, separated only by their clothes. The thought of her crotch so close to his skin sent a shiver goosebumps up his spine.
Sheldon for his part, sat rooted the spot, afraid to move. Misty's breasts were almost eye level in front of his face and if he moved, he might inadvertently touch them. Of course, with Misty's legs encircling him tightly, he could not exactly lean far back. He did not just feel trapped, he was trapped. If Misty had not been smiling with her normal grin, he would have been actually worried about harm. Even with her grin, he was still quite nervous about what was going on and this was complicated by the fact that he felt simultaneously very aroused by all of it. He was trapped with this purple beauty and they both knew it.
He looked up at her, a nervous - almost frightened - with a questioning expression on his face at her actions. He did not know how to react. Part of him was desperately turned on by the whole situation, but the other part of him was terrified that he was misinterpreting the prospect that Misty was making moves on him. She HAD to be coming on to him. Not even in the wildest pieces of fiction could actions such as these be coincidence.
So if she was making moves, he could reciprocate. In fact, rather he wanted to reciprocate. He wanted to let her know she now had him harder than he could remember ever being in his life, but he also dreaded the thought that he might make a total mess things. He had not been expecting this. He had not planned for it. God, when Misty had come over that evening, he had thought she was being quiet and inactive. Now it seemed like she was slowly getting more and more daring with everything she did.
Misty shifted on her fluffy perch to get her balance, causing Sheldon to be jostled slightly by her legs. When she was satisfied with her seating, she cleared her throat daintily to get his attention. Sheldon had not stopped gazing at her, but he had stopped thinking clearly and the sound caused his eyes to focus her on face again.
"I..." began Misty, smiling as she spoke to him.
She reached down, causing her breasts to jostle dangerously close to Sheldon's face, and she took a hold of his hands.
"...need you..." she continued as she grasped his hands firmly by their wrists.
She pulled his arms up towards herself. She then promptly placed both his hands on each of her breasts, and said "...to milk me."
Sheldon thought he was going to pass out. His head felt like it was spinning, and his heart was pounding in his ears. Reactively he tried to pull his hands back. This was more of a knee-jerk reaction, not a planned motion. Misty however, did not let go of his wrists and his hands stayed right where they were, resting on her feminine bounty.
Misty grinned at his reaction, but then her expression softened slightly. He really did look very red in the face.
"It's okay Shell," she cooed at him, trying to sooth him with her voice.
Sheldon looked up into her face, now very close to his own.
"Misty, I..." he started to say, but she cut him off.
"Shell," spoke Misty overriding his protests, though she her expression was still soft. "I need you to milk me."
"Uh..." said Sheldon, shifting his gaze to her breasts, with his hands still covering them partially. "Jeez," thought Sheldon inside his head, "She's really serious."
Sheldon gave another tug at his arms, trying to pull away, though weakly this time. Misty did not let him go, holding his hands steadily in place. He could feel the soft flesh under his fingers, warm to the touch. Her nipples were pressed into the palms of his hands. They had a slightly different texture than the regular breast flesh, but all of it was unbelievably soft.
As he sat feeling her warm flesh against his hands, he felt the skin under them change slightly. It tightened and became slightly stiff. Now he felt a fleshly nub pressing into each of his palms. Sheldon realized that her nipples had become erect under his touch.
At that thought, Sheldon felt a spasm jolt through his groin and up his very hard dick. Though he was certainly aroused, he was actually feeling quite clear headed and strangely not lost in a wave of sexual lust like one might expect. Still, he was so hard that it was starting to hurt.
Sheldon stared at the back of his hands as they were held over her breasts. "Misty..." Sheldon found himself saying, though for what reason he did not know. He felt that he had to say SOMETHING just then, and surprisingly he found himself wanting to answer her request.
"Shell," Misty spoke softly from above him, "look at me."
Sheldon obediently raised his head to look at her, and found that their faces were no more than an inch apart, their noses almost touching. He gazed straight into her large purple eyes and she stared straight into his blue ones. Her expression was not the silly teasing grin or the happy smile she had worn before. Now her lips were a smile that was curved ever so slightly, just to let him know she was serious but was not angry.
He felt Misty's warm breath on his face as she spoke in a quiet calm voice. "Sheldon... I *want* you to milk me."
At those words, Misty gently, slowly, let go of Sheldon's hands and dropped her arms down to her sides.
Sheldon gulped. It was his move now. He knew it. He had resisted her, he realized. He did not really know why, but he had. He idly thought it may have been fear. Through the cloud of mixed emotions he was feeling, it seemed to dawn on him that he was afraid of what doing this with Misty was going to mean.
It was not fear for himself, but what it meant for his love of Jenny. He was afraid that this would tarnish his feelings, change them, perhaps even lessen them. On top of his real apprehension about his girl robot crush, there was fear for Misty too. Fear that this was wrong to do. Fear that he might be taking advantage of her. Fear that this might, to be honest, seriously damage their friendship. Worst of all, Sheldon realized as he looked into Misty's eyes so very close to his as she blinked at him, fear that this was not something she wanted.
Yet, he knew this was something she wanted. He would have had to have been blind not to see it. She had coaxed him, gently if more than a little teasingly, along. She had now three times told him what she wanted him to do, and now she was letting him decide. Waiting to see if he would grant her favor. God, she was giving him quite the chance, Sheldon realized. That thought did not help matters. He was already scared he was going to foul up royally and lose Misty as his friend.
***
While she waited for his answer, Misty was quaking inside. She felt sure that no boy would ever say no such a request. In fact, she was surprised that Sheldon had been so hesitant. But somehow it seemed like she should have expected from him. It fit Sheldon to be so timid, so slow to make a move when he was unsure. In a way, his reluctance almost sealed the fact that he was right for her. His hormones had not taken control and thrown him at boobies like a lust filled teenage. No, Sheldon's hormones had certainly been pumped up or she was seriously mistaking that rather large bulge in his pants. But despite that, Sheldon had not immediately reached out to take the fruit she offered him. Why?
She thought she knew the answer. He was scared. She could see it in his eyes, in his face, and the way his hands had twitched and almost trembled in her grasp. She smelled the scent his body gave off right then. It was a different aroma from his normal one. Perhaps this was what he smelled like when he was afraid?
She had tried to be friendly, and reassuring. She had coaxed him. Well... she had to admit that jumping on his lap and tying him up with her legs was not exactly subtle, but she was trying to be gentle about it. She had worked until she felt that doing any more would truly push him into one course of action, instead of letting him choose. She had forced herself to allow him decided then.
Letting go of his hands had been so hard. His reservation had made her worry, made her sweat in a way she had not thought she would. God, she really wanted him to like her, and now she could only hope he did.
***
Sheldon broke his soul searching stare into Misty's eyes and looked down at his hands, which were still gently resting against her bosom. "I..." he said slowly, still looking at her chest, "...will."
Misty let out a small sigh and relaxed, not realizing until then that she had been tense.
"But..." spoke Sheldon again.
Misty looked down to meet his gaze as he looked up again, their faces once again very close. "I, um...I've never done... this... before..."
Misty giggled. He looked so cute with that stricken honest expression on his face. He was willing to, going to, do it for her, but he did not have the slightest clue where to begin.
"Me neither." whispered back Misty with a soft smile spreading across her lips.
She raised her arms and placed them on his shoulders to steady herself.
"But," she said, with her voice regaining some of her happy tease, "I think you should start with my nipples." Her mouth twisted in a particular happy grin at the last word as Sheldon's eyes once more widened as she spoke.
He looked down at her breasts. They were very lovely and inviting, so soft to the touch. The boy tentatively lifted his hands away, then moved them to her left breast. With his right hand he gently touched the aerola of it with two fingers and his thumb. With his left he slowly slid his palm underneath her breast and cupped it in his hand.
Sheldon was staring very intently at his work while Misty bit her lip through her smile, her front teeth showing, as she watched him. The breast really did feel quite full to his touch, Sheldon dimly realized. Misty held back a small moan. Even to Sheldon's ever-so gentle touch, her breasts were still tender. She really did need some relief.
The fingers of his right hand was still barely touching her sensitive nipples. His fingers seemed to *just* make contact her skin at points, sending shivers up Misty's spin at his delicate touch. Sheldon did not know that he was teasing her.
After about a minute, Sheldon become used to holding her breast in his hand. Then, having no other idea what to do, he tried, as gently he could, to squeeze her aerolas and nipples between his index finger and thumb. He did not have a very good grip at first, grabbing too much of the aerolas. He released and tried again, choking up a little more on her teat. Her erect nipples made this much easier, but not very efficient. He squeezed again, pinching slightly. He was greatly tempted to experiment with touching her tits with more variety, but he was not sure he was allowed, so he did not play with them too much.
Misty moaned at his pinching. His feather touches over her nipples had unfortunately been highly arousing, now his stronger touches were beginning to feel very good and she felt her labia tingle with the beginnings of arousal.
"Um, Shell." said Misty, interrupting his slow explorations.
Sheldon looked up, slightly worried that he had hurt her. Due to Misty's legs being wrapped around him, and her hands on his shoulders, their faces were still very close. He found he was looking her almost directly in the eyes again as she spoke. "I think you need to... suck on them. With your mouth." she spoke.
The corners of Sheldon's lips went numb and his mouth almost fell open. Sheldon experienced another split second flash of head spinning dizziness, followed by a small spurt of adrenaline in his veins as he contemplated her words. Without moving his head, his eyes glanced down at her nipples and then blinked back to Misty's face. "Um... are you sure Misty?" he asked, with a slight squirming in his voice.
Misty grinned mentally and thought, "Oh yes, he's nervous."
"Yeah," she answered him, and shifted slightly on the pillows to be more comfortable. "You can't just hand milk my nipples. I tried. You gotta suck on them I think."
"But... what if it's poisonous." he asked, still glancing back and forth with his eyes between Misty's face and her tits.
"Don't worry. I know it's not poison for my people, and besides we're so close humans, it probably can't hurt, can it?" answered Misty, her tone trying to sound self-assured.
She was fairly certain that there was no danger in it. Any toxicity in her lactate was an absurd measure from a biological standpoint, and Misty really was very close to humans in terms of edible substances.
At this point, Sheldon seemed to nearly be beyond thinking in words. It was more like he was acting all on feeling now. He blinked his eyes, which now focused on her nipples. He leaned himself slowly forward until they were level with his gaze. It made sense really. The liquid had to go somewhere and, for better or for worse, it looked like he was that somewhere.
Sheldon gulped strongly. "Um,... okay." he said at last. Slowly he bent himself forward, drawing his face closer and closer to her mammaries. When his lips were within an inch of her teat, he stopped. He breathed in and out for a second to steady his racing heart.
Misty's skin tingled at the feel of his hot breath on her sensitive flesh. Letting one arm drop to his side, Sheldon gently cupped her left breast in his right hand, and raised it slightly. At last he moved himself forward again, and Misty felt soft warmth pressed against her aerola, tinged with dampness from his saliva. Then a gentle but firm suction on her teat. Then again, and again. Sheldon was suckling her! Oh, she almost wriggled in pleasure at the thought of it. But the sensations of being touched so intimately there made up for it.
Sheldon sucked tentatively at first, but as he continued for half a moment, he fell into a regular pattern, and as he did Misty felt something. Her nipples had already elongated and become erect, and Sheldon now had one engulfed in his hot wet mouth. She experienced a strange sensation spreading inward from the tip of her teat back into her breast, like the tension of a muscle slowly relaxing. It spread from her nipple into her breast until she felt something else happening. Now, slightly relaxed and the tension lessened, Misty felt Sheldon's tender suction pull at her, and in reverse she felt a weird sensation in response. It felt like... almost as though something was opening up from within her breast.
She looked down at the top of Sheldon's head, with his lips pressed on her breast, and whispered, "A little harder Shell."
Sheldon paused for just a second, listening to her, and then he continued, this time sucking with a bit more strength. Misty watched him as he gently suckled on her. Every now and then Sheldon would turn his gaze up and look at her face. She felt a sense of warmth in her chest each time he did.
"He looks so adorable." she marveled at his expression. His eyes were very large and wide open, his brows raised slightly in apprehension. His face altogether was a mixture of fear, extreme embarrassment, what she thought was arousal, and determination.
After a while, Misty let out a long "Mmm," as the sensations were now becoming distinctly pleasant. There was still pain, but it was not mingled with the physical pleasure she was starting to experience. Something was happening. She definitely felt less tension in her breast, but at the same time she felt something building up behind her nipple which Sheldon's mouth was treating to such a delightful massage. She was sure something was going to happen any moment now. It needed just a little kick.
"Squeeze me a little Shell," she whispered again.
Sheldon compiled, with his fingers exerting the slightest and gentlest pressure on the breast resting in his right palm. There was a sharp shooting sensation and Misty let out an startled "Ooh!" as some liquid squirted from her breasts into Sheldon's mouth. Sheldon, taken by surprise, pulled his hand back immediately, gulped and then blurted out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No, no." Misty said immediately, holding firmly onto his shoulders to prevent him from getting away. "No you didn't hurt me. I was just startled. That's all."
"Oh," said Sheldon, immediately deflating, the momentary expression of apprehension and fear on his face draining away as quickly as it had come.
There was a pause while both of them caught their breath from the surprise. Then Misty asked, "Um... what did it taste like?"
Sheldon blinked for a second, wondering what she meant. Then he blushed, catching her meaning and at the same time realizing that he had swallowed the initial burst of liquid immediately in the excitement. What had it tasted like? He concentrated for a moment. It had been awfully thick, much more thick than any milk he had ever drank. He ran his tongue around inside his mouth, searching for any remains of the flavor. It had tasted like... tasted like....
"Honey." he answered. "Exactly like honey."
"What's honey?" asked Misty immediately, having never had any from earth before.
"Um..., something bee's make. It's kinda... sweet and... thick...."
"Oh..." replied Misty, blinking. She honestly did not know the flavor of the lacteal fluid her kind made, as she had not had any before in her life, and therefore could have never described it to any human. All she had know was that it was thicker than water.
"Um, want some more?" she asked with a grin, and arched her back causing her breasts to raise slightly.
Sheldon blinked, and returned his view to her teats. He actually was curious to try more. His cheeks reddened as he thought of what he wanted to do. Of what he was going to do. She was offering after all....
He bent forward again, still quite embarrassed, pressed his mouth back to her nipple, and resumed sucking. His right hand moved back to her breast and this time he gingerly squeezed together with his mouth movements, drawing a little more liquid out. He paused for a second to roll the fluid around on his tongue as he thoroughly savored it. Yes, it tasted exactly like honey. Sweet, but not too sweet like artificial sugar, and it was almost as thick as honey too.
"Ooh," moaned Misty in pleasure. "Thanks Shell." she said, caressing the back of his head with a hand, running her fingers through his hair. "I really need this. Keep going please."
At her urging, Sheldon continued, drawing more from her. After the first few drinks, the "honey" began to flow easier and Sheldon had to suck less to get so much. He thought he might only have a small sip, but Misty cooed regularly at his ministrations and was running her hands through his hair, obviously enjoying the treatment. A few sucks turned into few minutes and then into several. Misty continued to let out soft exclamations at the sensations, usually at how good it felt, but every now and then she let out a small "Ahh" from some mild ache or pain. Her breasts, though now finally getting some relief from their painful pressure, were still sore and still tender even the gentlest of treatments.
At her first squeak of pain Sheldon had immediately snapped his head back fearing he had hurt her and about to apologize, when he suddenly found his head shoved firmly back down and his mouth plastered back onto her teat. Misty's strong hand had pushed on the back of his head and held him firmly to her chest. She said nothing but murmured, "Mm-Nmm." This Sheldon interpreted as a 'no' to the apology he had been ready to give. She had not released his head until he resumed suckling, and she repeated the process every time he raised his head in alarm. She obviously intended for him to continue milking her for quite a while.
As time passed, though Sheldon was still red in the face from the whole idea of mouthing her nipples in such a way, he was not as hot and bothered as he had been initially. In fact, if he merely concentrated on trying gently draw more honey from her breasts, he noticed the eroticism of the situation less. Even though he literally had his hands and mouth on a girl's bosom, Sheldon's erection had subsided from the painful state it had been before. He was by no means flaccid, now he was practically comfortable with how engorged it felt.
Sheldon did not really know how long he suckled on Misty's left breast but it must have been for a while, because eventually she tapped him on the back of the head to get his attention. He broke away and looked up at her.

"Thanks Shell." smiled Misty. "I feel much better now. But..." She reached out and grabbed his left hand, moving it and placed it on her right breast. "Can you do my other one now?"
Sheldon shrugged, and moved to her right breast. He was starting to get the hang of this. Maybe it was not such a big deal to suck on an alien girl's tits and drink her honey after all? Oh God that thought sent a tingling back through his loins and Sheldon's face flushed with a rush of embarrassing thoughts following that blunt appraisal of the situation.
Many minutes followed as Sheldon performed similarly on that mammary, delicately drawing forth its precious contents under pressure and swallowing it all. Again he lost track of time, his only indicator being that after what he thought was a long while, he started to feel just the slightest bit full. Honey does stick to your insides after all.
At last Misty tapped him daintily on the back of his head, and he looked up once more.
"She-e-l-l-l-l," purred Misty, her eyes slitted in pleasure as she looked straight at him. "Thank you." She leaned back a little and sighed. She ran her hands over her breasts again, massaging them only inches from Sheldon's eyes. "Oh, that's soooo much better." Misty moaned in relief. Sheldon's face quickly heated up again, the view being highly arousing. "Here," said Misty suddenly, her legs suddenly unlocking from behind him. "I'm getting up."
Sheldon held still while she disentangled herself from him, then floated up into the air. She descended a few feet away, landing softly on the carpet. Sheldon sighed. That was over.
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