“I can be pretty needy at times. Bratty too. Well, whatever, this talk isn’t about me. It’s about you. So, if you’re asking if it’s okay to want to do things with a man who lactates, that’s fine.” He waved his hand in a circle. “You’re allowed to do what you want as long as both parties agree. So just talk to him.”
“Sure. But you should talk to Preston too.” Rob was so happy around Preston, and the thought of us both dating friends—hee-hee, friends dating friends—would be fun. We could hang out more and do dinner and datey stuff. I hoped Rob figured things out soon.
He glared at me. “Whatever. You should check out the Lactin Brotherhood website. There’s a ton of information on there. Don’t skip the Littles page.”
Littles page? I wanted to ask him about that, but I bit my lip instead. I didn’t need him to know that I thought I was one or how I felt about all of it. There was sharing knowledge, and then there was way too personal. I’d simply go do my own research. “Thanks, Rob. Call me when the pizza’s here.”
I spent some time looking at the main pages to see exactly what lactating entailed and became more intrigued by the second. Then I flipped to the Littles page and had to stop. The way the Daddies and Mommies were taking care of their Littles was sweet. They all seemed like they were so carefree and having so much fun. I wanted something like that. Then I clicked on a page that talked about how the dynamic can go from simple playing to something more sexual, if both parties were into it. Something about that called to me, imagining playing with Nate and then maybe having sex felt exciting. I could picture it clearly, but the pizza was going to be here any second and the last thing I wanted to do was walk out there with a hard-on.
“Pizza! I’m going down to get it.” Yep. Saved by the pizza.
While he went to meet the driver, I dashed into the bathroom, grabbed the lube and a washcloth, and stashed them in my nightstand. I needed another date with Daddy to find out for sure if I really wanted a relationship with him. He wasn’t the problem. No, he seemed great. I was the problem. I’d been hiding this side of me so long, I’d given up hope of actually being able to play as what I now knew was called a Little. I always thought there was something wrong with me. Maybe I’d been forced to grow up too fast, and I honestly didn’t want to. Until Daddy Nate, I didn’t understand this side of me or evenknow what it was called. I hadn’t actually been looking for a relationship where I could be free to play and be Little. Hell, I hadn’t been interested in finding anyone, but I was certainly liking where this was going, even though I was still trying to figure it all out.
I shot Nate a text to ask for another date before joining Rob in the living room for pizza and gaming. Getting out of my head right now was the best thing to do.
6
NATE
Gilly:Can we go on another date, Daddy?
Gilly’s text surprised the hell out of me when I saw it the next morning. Even though I was pretty sure he was interested in more before it came, I didn’t expect him to reach out, especially so soon.
Me:Of course. Let Daddy think of something fun for us to do.
Gilly:Thank you, Daddy. Can’t wait to see you again.
Me:I feel the exact same way, sweet boy!
When I saw that he was looking to explore our relationship more and seemed excited about it, I went ahead and started planning, and I didn’t want to wait until the next weekend.
Me:I’ll pick you up after work, around seven tonight. Pack a bag. I want you to stay the night.
My phone rang, and it was Gilly. “Hey, you. I was happy you texted me. I’m excited to see you again, and I’d really like you to stay over as part of our next date.”
“Yes. A sleepover. But I’m going to need my car to get to work in the morning. So why don’t I just come over after I get off?”
“Sounds good. I’ll order food. What would you like?”
“I don’t know, mac and cheese?”
“We can do that. How about mini sub sandwiches to go with it.” He needed to eat more than mac and cheese alone.
“Yeah. Sounds good. I gotta run. See you tonight.”
The food arrived before Gilly did, but I knew he would be along shortly, so I shoved the boxes in the oven and headed to my room to pump. Well, maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should wait. Maybe—just maybe—Gilly might want to try and nurse. That was the ultimate goal, after all. Wasn’t it? I could pump later if it didn’t work out that way. I put my gear away and went back to the kitchen to set the table.
Gilly knocked on the door, and when I opened it, he glanced up with such a shy smile, it drew mine out. “Hi.” His bag hung from a strap on his shoulder. He was fresh-faced without any make-up, so his eyes were softer and darker with more of a hazel cast.
I leaned in and kissed him. “Let me take this.” I grabbed his bag. “Come on in.” I dropped it on the stairs as we moved into the living room.
I pulled the boxes from the oven, and we loaded up our plates and decided to sit on the couch to eat instead of at the table. More relaxing and intimate, in my opinion. In lieu of offering amovie, talking and getting to know one another was on the menu for tonight. “So, what kinds of things do you like?”
Gilly shrugged. “Video games. I play with Rob a lot.”
“Rob?”
“You know. Oh…” He swirled his hand around. “Daddy Preston calls him Bobby.” Then he rolled his eyes.
