Futanari Notebook Ch. 11

"I'm sure," Carmen insisted.

"Who're you trying to fool, Carmen?" Dakota snickered, jogging to step in front of them, "I'd bet we all had the same thought yesterday."

"Don't know what you're talking about," Carmen turned her head to the side, avoiding Mary's cleavage.

"Fine," the pair sighed, relaxing into their usual pace alongside Carmen.

"You better give us details," Mary quipped, earning a bemused snort from Dakota.

"Only if you shut up," Carmen grumbled.

"So you admit it!" Mary announced with a broad smirk.

"No, I... whatever," Carmen hung her head, defeated.

"You deserve someone nice," Mary said, softly.

Dakota nodded, "Well, as nice as you can get when they're not me."

"Says the futa with the smaller dick," Mary cackled, causing Dakota's cheeks to redden through her tan.

"Wait, have you two...?" Carmen glanced between them, noticing their darkening faces, "I mean, I don't mind. If you're getting along, that's all that matters."

"It's not like that, we just, um," Mary trailed off, looking to Dakota for support.

"Helped each other out," the half-German stated.

"I won't harp on it if you guys don't on me," Carmen proposed. The other two nodded, then parted ways as they came to a stop in front of Soothe the Soul. Carmen stood there and stared through the ceiling height window, watching Stacy move from the front to the back like a yoyo, curves swaying with each hypnotic step. Her trademark smile only faltered when she had to rush but returned just as quickly.

There were only a small handful of customers seated amongst the three tables. They looked about ready to leave. One swirled his cup and set it down with a disappointed sigh, while another pair made their way to a bin. A familiar woman diligently typed away at her laptop, only pausing to sip her coffee or push her glasses back into place. She had become a regular over the past month, usually showing up during Carmen's shifts.

The honour student focused on her reflection in the glass. No one mentioned the changes that had plagued her since finding the Futa Note, even now that she looked half-a-foot taller, or that her breasts had more than doubled in size. They didn't sag, though, or not enough for their sheer mass. Likewise, her ass had swelled spectacularly and her hips had widened accordingly. Her skin was paler than before as well, her eyes and hair were darker and she swore her lips had filled out.

She almost resembled a more realistic variant of Ryuka, despite how impossible such a prospect was. It wasn't unfathomable that she would experience a sudden growth spurt at eighteen, or that her hair and eyes might change shades, yet she couldn't quell the sense that it was unnatural. Carmen turned her attention away from her visage and entered the coffee shop. There was something far more appealing to focus on.

Her eyes trailed over to the regular, whose own gaze had drifted away from her screen over to Carmen. They quickly darted away when she noticed her looking, but Carmen was certain she caught another glance in her direction. A secret admirer perhaps, Carmen thought with a slight grin. It spread wider and shone her teeth as Stacy greeted her.

"Hey, Carmen," the coffee proprietor leaned onto the counter, breasts mashing against it, "It'll be another ten minutes until Roger gets here. Care for something to drink? It's on the house," she added, spying Carmen's hesitation.

"I'd love something, Stacy. Thank you."

"Be right back," Stacy said and turned, sashaying down the tight path into the back. The counter filled the front of the shop, leaving plenty of room for people to stand and talk, while they rested their drinks or arms on the wood-framed glass, which usually housed an array of baked goods. Though most were sold out or unavailable. Carmen watched her employer, turned girlfriend, walk away, wondering if she was exaggerating her swaying hips more than usual. She enjoyed the view regardless.

Then it dawned on her. The realisation that in no more than ten minutes - six-hundred measly seconds - she would be on a date with this person, someone who actively supported her since freshman year. Carmen leaned against the counter and sighed once Stacy's delicious rear left her sights. Without any prior experience or even a decent education at that time, the cheery coffee-lover accepted her application and even paid her minimum wage right off the bat. How many other employers would do that?

Above all that, Stacy even reciprocated her newly surfaced feelings. Carmen wouldn't deny that she had frequently fantasised about Stacy, not when the knowledge was shared between them, though she never thought those feelings went into romanticism. Maybe it still wasn't, but she could believe the delusion. It was easy since her heart thumped harder as Stacy rounded the corner, cup in hand and an enigmatic smile on her face. She almost looked mischievous. Or aroused.

Carmen's mind flitted back to yesterday and what Ryuka had implied. She quickly chased the thought away, trapping it in the furthest corner of her mind with her worries, and took the cup from Stacy with a grateful nod. It smelled sweeter than the usual blend, the fluid was thicker too and a lighter colour, yet it looked no less appetising. She inhaled a mouthful and swallowed with a contented sigh.

Exactly as the shop name implied, she swore the fluid worked its way into her very soul. Any discord it found was washed away, leaving only a sense of serenity. That was how Stacy tended to describe the feeling. Carmen didn't necessarily share her opinion; the subtly bitter blend certainly calmed her nerves however.

Business was slow, as it often was at four o'clock. Most people were still working and students, college or younger, hadn't necessarily acquired their appreciation for coffee yet. Though the location didn't help matters. Nestled into a predominantly residential district, Soothe the Soul often went amiss in favour of the larger, more accessible brand names that crowded the malls or coveted the business neighbourhoods. If not for their regulars, Soothe the Soul likely would've gone under long ago.

Ten minutes passed wreathed in quiet excitement. Carmen frequently forced herself to focus on anything but the clock that hung above the counter, its hands moving painfully slow for her liking, as if it were purposefully drawing out each second. Then it finally happened. The minute hand came leisurely came to a stop at the two, almost exactly ten minutes after Carmen had entered the store. On cue, Stacy left the front to answer a series of knocks from the back.

"Sorry folks, we will be closing early today to restock. Could you please leave the store and have a lovely day?" Stacy announced. A small groan came from the woman working at her laptop, but she and the few other patrons stood regardless. No one could refute Stacy's smile. It was a miracle she hadn't grown into a spoiled brat, given how often Carmen had seen her flash a smirk and get her way.

"This is really happening?" Carmen wondered aloud, then jerked as her arm was taken by another. Turning, she immediately relaxed as her vision was saturated in sweetness incarnated. Stacy had somehow changed clothes without Carmen's noticing. Her bright blouse was replaced with a simple vest and denim jacket, while her legs were snugly fit into cobalt capri pants, they each highlighted her full form. Her hair was pushed back and clipped in place to properly show off her warm face.

"I'd say so," Stacy chuckled and pulled on her employee, ushering her through the door, "So, how was school?" The heart-faced coffee lover asked with a high giggle.

"How's that funny?" Carmen frowned, though she couldn't resist cracking a nervous smile.

"Because I'm thirty-eight, Carmen," Stacy laughed.

"Oh god," Carmen echoed the sound out of sheer amazement. They walked down the sidewalk, people parting around them like they would for any other couple. Yet they were twenty years apart, "I... I guess we can do some mommy-daughter roleplay..." She clapped a hand over her mouth at the words, then glanced around for Ryuka, certain that the unruly god had to be responsible. Yet she was nowhere to be seen.

"My, my," Stacy chortled, then lowered her voice, "I'm not opposed to the idea, though."

"Please, never bring it up again," Carmen begged.

"Sure thing. Now, let's get a move on. I booked tickets for a movie," Stacy urged.

"When does it start?"

"Oh, about five minutes ago."

Two hours drifted by before they exited the theatre. The movie was a silly rom-com, one that elicited laugh after laugh from Stacy. Carmen, on the other hand, found herself wracked with guilt. It was a girl next-door setup, though she always ended up with the wrong guy. The main character wanted to help her but didn't want to overstep his boundaries. Each such a dilemma cropped on screen, it reminded Carmen of Zoey.

"That was lovely," Stacy sighed upon leaving, smiling to herself.

"Yeah," Carmen mumbled, forcing a grin. Of course, the always smiling Stacy noticed almost right away.

"Sorry, I didn't know what one you'd like."

"It wasn't that," Carmen quickly assured her, "I've just got something on my mind is all."

"Hmm, let's get some dinner and you can tell me about it. A problem shared, is a problem halved after all," Stacy declared, heading away before Carmen could say anything. She was grateful to have any decision taken from her at that moment. Her last date was over three years ago and it hadn't gone the best. The memory alone made her heart sink.

They ended up in a small diner. It was modelled after the 50's aesthetic, though with some modern designs and comforts. The floor was a cool blue carpet. Against the walls were the typical booths, simple square tables between leather benches big enough for two each. Condiments sat in the centre of each table. A mahogany bar stood opposite the booths, with a pair of waitresses stood behind it. Taps and bottles lined the wall, then stopped a chalkboard menu. The special was a baked seabass.

Very few other patrons occupied the diner. No one that Carmen recognised. She and Stacy sat toward the end, two booths away from the nearest other occupant. A waitress dressed in a tight shirt and frilly skirt quickly came over with a pair of menus, asked for drinks and zipped away with a friendly smile.

"So, what's bothering you?" Stacy asked after their orders were taken and their coffee and diet coke were delivered - naturally Carmen took the coke. She took a long gulp of the carbonated beverage.

"It's this girl at school," Carmen began, staring into the dark drink as it rippled with the constant bubbles, "She's being abused by her 'friends'." The air-quotes were practically visible as she infused every ounce of disdain for Gretchen into her voice.

"You like her?" Stacy inquired, gazing at the student carefully.

"Not like that," Carmen flushed, "But she's a good person that deserves better. She's just a wimp," She looked to Stacy and found her eyes, searching for a potential answer within the warm, brown circles, "I want to help her. I can. I just don't know if I should."

"Well," Stacy took a deep, satisfying drink from her coffee, then fixed Carmen with her characteristically kind smirk, "If you have the power to do something good, you should do it."

"Even if it might make everything worse?"

"Sometimes you've gotta hit rockbottom to start going up," Stacy advised, "Oh, I should write that down. Might make a good motivational poster."

Carmen laughed and leaned forward, extending a hand to take Stacy's own, "Thanks, Stacy. You should be a public speaker or therapist you know."

"Me? No, no," Stacy chuckled softly as she gripped Carmen's hand, "I only give out advice to people who've earned it."

"I don't feel like I have yet," Carmen said, moving closer. Her hair fell into a curtain facing the bar, shrouding her blush from view, "Maybe I should pay you back."

"I like the sound of that," Stacy agreed, closing the distance until her lips were on the verge of meeting Carmen's. The honour student caught the scent of mint leaves and coffee, an oddly pleasant mixture, as she leaned in to her employer.

"Name your price," Carmen whispered and, finally, closed the gap. Stacy's lips were just as soft as yesterday, her taste just as strong and familial, and her tongue just as intrepid.

"Ahem," the waitress cleared her throat, forcing the two apart. Carmen turned her down and aside, barely able to keep from covering her face in shame, "Sorry ladies. Here's the special, and here's the crab cakes. Enjoy." She left with a broad, knowing smirk on her face.

"Let's eat," Stacy decided, already slicing into her crab cakes.

"Uh huh," Carmen nodded. She felt almost numb with shock. Never in her life had she even considered doing something like that, not in public that is. Although, she would've gone much further if they weren't. She, again, chased the thoughts away. Ryuka must've been wearing off on her, that or the Futa Note was somehow playing with her mind.

"Then we'll head back to my place," Stacy added quickly. Carmen froze, fork halfway to her gawking mouth. Her employer looked away as she chewed, warm cheeks a deeper rose than normal, "If you'd like."

Carmen's heart raced a mile a minute, bouncing in her chest like a jackhammer. Her mind whirled, thoughts spiralling through her consciousness in an endless circle, as if carried by a violent tornado. Heat blossomed across her skin, making her clothes feel much too hot. It quickly seared across her thighs and into her crotch. She could practically feel the moisture building.

"I-I'd love to."

She was nervous standing around waiting for the date to begin. She was nervous when they left the store. When they entered the movie theatre. When they had dinner. Even just walking together made her heart race.

None of those grazed the surface of how she felt at that moment, stood in Stacy's apartment above the shop. It wasn't fancy, a single large room with a bedroom toward the far-left and a bathroom opposite it. A couch and coffee table sat in front of a modest tv, and to the right of them was a kitchen counter, on which a toaster and microwave rested beside a small vase of flowers. The smell of caffeine saturated the area, doing little to settle Carmen's jittery nerves.

Stacy did nothing to help either. The coffee proprietor pulled her in deeper by the hand, never looking back as she walked with an urgency Carmen rarely saw from her. Another vague scent drifted across Carmen's senses, tickling her burgeoning lust. She recognised it without ever smelling it before, an aroma much like her own sex; the smell of a woman's desire. The sound of her gulp must've been plainly audible, yet Stacy kept pulling.

"It's not too late," Stacy eventually said after they came to a stop in front of a closed door. The honour student wanted to agree, kiss her goodnight and head home. If they did this, then what would happen to their work relationship, or perhaps Carmen would love herself in the sensations and become addicted. Her mouth refused to give voice to her thoughts, however.

"Do... do you want me to go?" Carmen practically whispered, her words barely above a breath.

"Of course not, but..."

"Then let's do it," Carmen pressed. Every ounce of her quivering confidence went into that sentence, trying to sound as certain as her body felt. She thought of how she had restrained herself for the past few months, never indulging in her constant desires to touch her pussy just to spite Ryuka. The Seikogami wasn't there, though. Just herself and Stacy.

Her eyes once again traced across the coffee lover's full figure. Every inch that she took in only heightened her desires. She wanted to kiss those lips again, to caress those cheeks, feel those breasts against hers, hear the older woman moan for more... so much more.

She didn't let Stacy answer. Carmen pulled her in for another kiss, infusing it with the sheer ferocity of her always rising lust. When Stacy returned her affections, Carmen's hands travelled across her lush frame to cup her ass, each voluptuous cheek more than a match for her palm and fingers combined. They were softer than Carmen's pillows and sagged just enough to fill her hands on their own.

She crept closer to the valley between the cheeks. The capri pants were so thin that she clearly felt her employers body through them, every inch of pliant flesh. Carmen sank deeper into the kiss, leaning down to wriggle her fingers between Stacy's thighs. She groaned hotly as she brushed against a wet patch, one that had nothing to do with sweat, and pressed into it. A soft, musical moan rumbled in Stacy's chest and reverberated into Carmen's.

The coffee lover pulled back with a breathless gasp. Her lips were shiny with saliva, cheeks flushed a loving red and eyes half-shut, "You... you're a natural," she chuckled.

"I still need practice," Carmen darted back in, resuming where they'd left off, as if they'd stopped for hours rather than seconds. All the days of repressed, raw sexual need seemed to break back into her psyche all at once. She could probably cajole them into submission again, though it'd be an arduous undertaking. And why would she want to?

Stacy arched her lower back and spread her legs, forcing Carmen to lean in further. Every brush against the growing wet patch earned a soft moan, each one stronger than the last. Their tongues duelled, dancing against one another, passing spit back and forth. It leaked from between their hungry lips, threatening to stain their clothes. Neither gave a thought to stopping, however.

"Let's..." Stacy panted when they separated again, "Let's get in bed."

The bedroom was akin to the apartment. Plain with only some essentials thrown in for flavour. A modest dresser stood beside the single-bed, on which the striped sheets rested in a messy heap. There was something that stood out to Carmen, however, and that was the distinctly phallic shaped that peaked out from a box in a corner. She turned to Stacy, who, for perhaps the first time since Carmen had met her, looked genuinely embarrassed. She, nonetheless, walked to the box.

"It, uh, gets lonely sometimes," Stacy explained with a half-hearted shrug and set the box on her bed, then invited Carmen over to inspect the contents. Her eyes almost instantly pounced on an unexpected item.

"A breast pump?" Carmen frowned, glancing at Stacy's breasts. The woman was certainly old enough to be a mother, though Carmen had never heard anything of a child or ex-husband.

"Y-yes," Stacy looked at her breasts shyly, "I... have a condition. I'll spare you the boring stuff, but it's safe to say I lactate."

"Galactorrhoea," Carmen stated, her voice back to barely a whisper as she stared at Stacy's chest.

"Smart," Stacy smiled, "Yes, that's right. I've been lucky, though. No other effects or symptoms. Just the milk."

"Can I see?" Carmen requested. Her throat was dry in an instant, while her pussy never felt wetter. Stacy went to pull her shirt over her head, mere moments away from showing Carmen every inch of her attention demanding breasts, then paused as a nasal ringing echoed through the apartment from the main room. Carmen instantly recognised it as her phone.

Which only meant one thing. Dakota and Mary didn't call at her behest. The only person who called her, and never without good reason, was her mother. Carmen quickly rushed from the room and to her bag. A short conversation later and she walked back to Stacy.

"That was my mom, um, I've gotta get home soon before she goes to her next job."

"Don't worry about it, dear," Stacy smiled back, "As you can see, I've got plenty of 'friends' to keep me company."

Part of Carmen wanted her to demand that she stay and finish what they started. But she couldn't leave Melody alone all night, not in that place. They'd had more than a couple of break-ins, though never when they were at home. It would only be a matter of time, however.