She weakly closed the door behind her, releasing a hopeless sigh as she dropped her backpack at her feet with a loud, heavy thump . Two research papers, four final exams, and a whopping six presentations were all due in the next two weeks, and her mind felt like a ticking time bomb.
She tugged at her uniform tie as she collapsed onto the recliner. Everything was running through her mind: communication theories, rules of composition, various different dates covering the reign of King Henry VIII&she wanted to just shut it all off for a split second and watch some TV or something.
Or maybe I should just try and knock it all out right now? she thought, clinging to any amount of optimism she could find. Maybe, if I get it all done right now, Ill be able to relax sooner?
Her backpack was still all the way over by the front door. Before she could muster the strength to stand up and walk over to retrieve it, a small, cylindrical object on the end table next to her caught her eye. It looked like a babys bottle, filled with a pink, almost sparkly liquid. She lowered her brows in confusion as she picked up the strange object.
A bottle? She couldnt understand for the life of her why there would be such a thing in her apartment. She had no friends who were mothers yet, and she herself couldnt imagine bearing kids at this point in her life. Besides, whatever was inside didnt resemble any sort of baby formula she had ever seen before.
Raising the bottle to eye level, she inspected the contents within. Pink; yes, definitely a pink color. However, there was something else inside, something that seemed to be mixing with the liquid. Sparkles, almost like glitter, spinning around the bottle slowly, like a miniature galaxy. Specks of deep purple and bright gold lazily swirled around inside, as if by some sort of magic.
She obviously knew better than to drink whatever was inside a strange bottle like this. She eventually forced her gaze away from its contents, placed the bottle on the end table to be dealt with later, and stared once again at her backpack. It seemed even further away now&and her desire to focus on any sort of studying was dwindling.
The bottle was in her peripheral vision, almost glowing, calling to her. She let out a stubborn sigh and picked it up again. Just to look at it, she swore to herself.
She gave it a gentle squeeze and a single, almost microscopic bead of the colorful liquid appeared on the very end of the nipple. Her heart skipped a beat.
Just&yknow&one little lick wouldnt hurt, she assured herself.
She parted her lips cautiously and slowly drew the nipple to the tip of her tongue. Hesitantly, she flicked her tongue against the nipple, She could barely taste the drop, but what she did experience was absolutely delightful.
It mustve been alcohol of some kind; it was warm and sweet and milky and very soothing. But her curiosity was quenched, and it was time for her to get to her studies and&
She didnt remember exactly when she discovered her lips wrapped around the rubbery nipple of the bottle, but she couldnt forget the sudden sense of thirst for more of its magical contents.
Its just so delicious&I cant even place what flavor it is. Its like&um&milk, of some kind, yes, but also&um&just&really good.
She placed it down for a few moments, eyeing it hungrily, before reaching for it again.
Maybe I can drink it while I study? That would be fine, right?
The drink filled her mouth again, and she took a nice, hard gulp, feeling it trickle down her throat. Warm, delicious, almost intoxicating.
Its just that&my backpacks all the way over there. And my legs feel like jelly for some reason. I think its this stupid skirt. Probably cutting off the circulation to my legs. Should probably just&slide it off&
Another sip, warming her chest.
Such a stupid uniform anyway&why would I need to wear a tie? Im a senior in high school, not a businesswoman. Im just a girl, right? Girls dont wear ties&
Her lips were now fastened around the nipple, her hands almost coddling the bottle.
Really, girls&shouldnt have to study either. Im young, I should enjoy it, right? Ill grow up later, but right now Im&just a little girl&
She was no longer just sipping.
Women study. Little girls dont study.
She was sucking.
Little girls just&drink. And suck.
As much as she could.
And drink&
And relaxed.
And&little&
&&&&&&&.
Four hours later, her boyfriend discovered her curled up in the large, comfy chair, her eyes glazed over, only half open. Her lipstick had smeared all down her chin as she mindlessly drooled all over her small, naked body. The bottle was only half empty, with plenty of the swirling pink milk left inside. She looked up at him with wide, innocent, vacant eyes.
He smiled down at her.
I see you found your bottle, little girl.
She nodded mindlessly before wrapping her lips around the nipple again.