My ABF discovery

[Real ABF’er]

My ABF discovery

My early beginning, setting the inclination for an ABF ANR lifestyle starts way back when. An unbridled revelation, arising from my first college girlfriend during my coming of age year has led my sensuality this way forward.

So the year is 2001, I’m 18-ish, fresh out of High School and about to begin my summer university session. For context, I was not an accomplished high school student, I didn’t care for academia, I didn’t have college bound nor professional examples leading the way. I was one of those kids that was about to fall through the cracks, forsaken, into an unforgiving system. I was considered a rebellious at-risk youth by the powers that be. But through the benevolent saving grace of last minute interventions, I was admitted to attend an accelerated and intense summer preparation session to ready for a fall college semester. I was college bound, and excited to accept all the necessary steps and hardwork to move forward.

This was beginning of summer, with a mix of students from all over, domestic and international, many working and living on campus. Me being a very fresh young man, meeting and mixing with all the fresh young peers was for sure an excitable time.

And contrary to my High School days as an unmotivated, rebellious, underachiever, I actually excelled in all aspects in my entry into college life. Sometimes a fresh start, with a fresh outlook, is what the self needs to move forward.

You have to realize that the early 2000’s was a different world than the one we are currently in. Coming of age with no smartphones, no social media, no apps etc… Sure there was pop culture and mainstream media back then too, but to a certain extent, its influence held a smaller footprint compared to day-today personal life. There were online communities with chat groups, but I was not party to any of that back then. I didn’t have much means of reference regarding niche sensuality outside of movies or old books. I was just myself, going out and making the most of every moment. Especially connecting with someone that catches your attention.

So as it happened one day on campus, I catch a glimpse of sweetness with curvy curves coming my way on the campus promenade. My gaze became strategic like a precise military homing beacon to a pretty blonde with the biggest beautiful pair of sweet bright eyes and an even big brighter smile, with the curviest curves bouncing along. Her physicality of what she endeavors my way is my absolute weakness! However, the oxymoron here is that my weakness is also my strength, because that type of goodness inspires me to bring out my best self in that respect.

As she approaches, I want to catch her attention in some way, to connect with her, otherwise the moment is lost. I harken to the idea that there is the elegance of simplicity. And as we both stride forward along the promenade and our paths crossed, I simply just raised up my hand to wave at her, she probably thought I was silly but makes eye contact , and I simply say “Hello” with a smile. She slows down to smile too, and she says “hello” with an accent. And there it was, my way in. She had a music band logo on the strap of her backpack, a music band that I actually enjoy, so I mentioned that is one of my top favorite bands of all time, and we connected. We talked a bit about our favorite songs, and yeah it was enough to warrant interest striking up a spark. Yay!

So naturally, I mentioned we share good music taste and style, and that I’d like to get to know her if she’s available. She mentioned she was interested too, and agreed to meet for coffee/ drinks etc.

So yeah, we continued getting together those first few days. She revealed she was a foreign exchange student from Finland attending university with an international program. And just like that, we got to know more of each other, and of course, we became a thing.

We began seeing each other here and there. We were smooching it up on one another, and every so often in public my busy hands taking advantage of all her curvy goodness any moment away from prying eyes. I also enjoyed how she would sneakily rub her breast on the side of my arm and elbow when we would walk forward together. Although it was felt as an innocent gesture, the feeling of getting away with her breasts making contact with me in that way in public was hot palpable most definitely.

The heat exchange between us was real, when it came to relieving my needy lips with her tenderness was unreal, I couldn’t get enough. Especially my grabby hands feeling up and gripping just below her armpits to the side of her breasts was a particularly sweet spot. That spot is the girth of her side breasts that would illicit her to breathe heavier than usual… it would also provoke a fever pitch of temptation within me too. We would cap off our evenings those first few dates with a “… to be continued” type of conclusion, it was always leaving us wanting more with something to look forward to.

I had a short term girlfriend in high school, with some experience fooling around with her for a little bit. That was pretty much the extent of my experience with a girl up to that point.

And there I was in the midst of summer during my early college days. With a woman a few years older than me, and her being a foreign European woman at that, 18 year old was overwhelmed but in a good way. Even back then I’ve never been a desperate one, I feel comfortable playing it steady, and just like the name of that great music album, “Let it be”. Letting my circumstances develop naturally, organically, is always the best way forward.

Those of you reading this far into my musings must be asking, “Ok dude, but where’s the ABF in any of this?” Trust me bro, it’s coming.

So, with the cellphones we had back then, texting wasn’t a thing yet, because it was slow, clunky, and cumbersome with all the inputs necessary for typing simple words. So, we would find our availability to get in touch (calling took up available minutes back then, after a certain time in the evenings / weekends, it was free), we would call each other in the evenings and late nights. That’s just how we rolled back then.

So one particular evening, after a long day, we enjoyed a late night call. Yes, it was one of those nights, as it always goes, one thing led to another, leading to that hot hot steamy talk. My girl being from Finland, was multilingual, I honestly can’t recall which other languages she was fluent in, but English was definitely not her first language. So as it goes, there was sometimes a language barrier. Every so often we just couldn’t understand each other, slow down, and explain clearly was the best way forward.

In the heat of this particular call tho, as I was alluding to her all the maladjusted actions my lips would partake her in, she said something to the effect of “Yes please, tell me more I need this, I’m now going to milk myself”. I was thinking to myself that she’d reach the summit peak of arousal, she’s enjoying a hot and heavy release with me on the other end listening to her breathing heavily. I mentioned to her about my reach over the phone, coercing my devilish thoughts guiding her own hands through her panties, how the moisture reaching critical heat between her inner thighs is making me feel animalistic to the utmost degree. However, she mentioned that while the arousal between her legs was also wildly true, that she meant literally milking herself for real, that her hands were busy with immense stimulations milking her breasts.

Surely, the context of what she meant of milk and milking herself in that way was lost in translation, right? I mean, in the heat of the moment, perhaps she fumbled what she meant ensuing language confusion of some sort, right?

I took a step back, naive me trying to course correct on what she insinuated.

So in essence, I asked on what she meant by milking herself. And she reiterated what she meant. She mentioned that when she distinctly reaches a higher elevated threshold of arousal, her utmost want is to begin with immense breasts play. Her nipples and aureoles become hyper sensitive even more so. The necessity to begin stimulating herself with intense nipple play overtakes her, so much so that after a a certain threshold of arousal is reached, her breasts will produce minuscule droplets of fluid as her milky release. Although it was said with an accent, she proclaimed it in plain English. There was no loss in translation with that explanation, clear, direct, and to the point.

I was wholeheartedly invigorated upon hearing her unique description about a milky release. A mix of startled emotions swirled within me. I was curious, I was unsure, I was excited, I was baffled, and most decisively, I reached a prime sense of unique arousal without the physical or visual stimulation that I had never experienced ever before!

Now, let’s take a moment even further back in time, to the mid 1990’s. A discourse exchange that occurred when I was a pre-teen kid. I remember a striking coming of age moment. I had a binder folder for school, that I placed stickers decals of Marvel superhero’s on, a few in particular were that of the X-Men female character’s Rogue, Storm, and Jean Grey. Being the mid-1990’s The artistic depictions of female character Rogue, Storm, and Jean Grey were depicted with exaggerated body curves and abnormally huge breasts. One day I took out my binder with the stickers on it, and one of the boy’s that was my school friend mentioned how hot the booty’s looked on the female characters. And I said that their breasts are hotter. Upon hearing that, he said “But that’s where milk comes from and that’s gross” and I said “Huh? What do you mean that’s where milk comes from?”, he replied “ yeah milk comes out of breasts for babies to drink” and ran along laughing away.

I was a child, innocent, and too young to comprehend anything regarding my sensuality, as it should be.
That wacky immature comment from a dopey kid, as ridiculous as it was, just lingered and was tucked away somewhere in the primordial part of my little brain.

Flash forward, let’s finish on what my Finnish girlfriend revealed about her milky breasts.

Her milky revelation left me so dumbfounded. I HAD QUESTIONS!

However, we were still deep in a hot moment over the phone, she mentioned milking herself in the heat of arousal. I continued whispering my devilish desires into her ear that would’ve made ancient Roman emperor Caligula blush. I overheard her moan somethings in her native Finnish language that I just couldn’t understand. We kept going until reaching her summit of arousal, and a culmination. As the milky vessel that I was sailing with her transcended the body of passionate desires and reached the sea of calmer waters, I was ready for my inquiry.

I kindly asked if she can tell me about the capacity of her milky breasts. She was silent for a little bit, I could hear her breathing a bit over the phone, perhaps she was still coming down from cumming so good… at least I love to think that was the case. She then mentioned she’s never really talked about this to anyone she’d been involved with. But she felt comfortable enough with me to open up about it. She mentioned it’s, especially easier over the phone.

She revealed that it’s just a natural recurrence for her breasts ever since she began her development into womanhood. She continued that it’s something that is known to all the women within her family, and it’s a natural progression within her maternal side. I naively suggested that I was with the idea a woman’s milk is in lieu with pregnancy and child bearing. She said that is also true, and that some women like her and those in her family are built different… and that’s wonderful too. She mentioned a few more personal details about her breasts ,about doctor visits, and other family details that were contributing factors in her development.

She recognized early on that she was different from other girls in that way, especially enjoying her breasts more enthusiastically than most. The thought of her exclaiming herself in that way, had me smirking to no end, biting and licking my lips for the remainder of time.

There I was, the end of summer of 2001 at 18 years old, still with a lot of questions waiting to be answered.

I had zero idea about what my intense desires for her breasts, immense affinity with women’s breasts were back then. There was no community for this that I would even fathom to consider. I just felt compelled and enamored with having her want me in that way to share together. I felt a deep sense of desire that she opened up to me about her personal way to want me too. And it was so much more than I would imagine back then, to realize any breast centric lifestyle I can share with a woman. To have a deep connection, she can be her milky self with me, and together enjoy every facet of warm bond between us.

Her delicious milky revelation, the catalyst for my ABF discovery, all of that leading up from just a sexy breasty steamy phone call on a hot summer night.

And so it went, what transpired after that profound phone call led to so much more with my first college ABF girlfriend than I can be able elaborate in this writing. How my needy lips took full advantage of her milky goodness afterwards… well, If I were to continue recounting how she filled up my insatiable mouth, then I would be engaging in the act of writing my uninhibited personal ABF erotica.

Alas, I wish I could say that we enjoyed our early college life, taking advantage of an ABF prominence for the years that followed… but no. Life happens. What came shortly afterwards, the world changed. As we remember the tragedy of NYC September 11 2001. And just like that, a different world, especially for those in this country residing here from abroad. Without going into too much detail, she returned to Europe shortly after the tragedy, we chatted a little bit back and forth afterwards. From
What I remember, she finished her undergraduate degree abroad and got caught up pursuing her masters. I can’t really remember what she was studying. Life was happening for me too, great times and amazing moments in those heartfelt days.

And so, her and I, we just lost touch. Every so often I think about what became of my first college gf, as with everyone else I shared life moments with. Sometimes, that’s just the way it goes.

I’ve always been curious about what shapes someone into the person they are today… especially regarding this lifestyle, sharing with this community a bit more about my early ABF journey, we’ve experienced this together.

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