However, that nipple did look enticing. Memories of having her thumb in her mouth came flooding back. It had started as nail biting, a bad habit sure, but not infantile. But having something in her mouth like that had felt deeply satisfying on a level she couldn’t have imagined before. The more of her thumb she’d taken into her mouth the safer, more relaxed and peaceful she’d felt. Now that big rubber nipple on the ba-ba seemed to be calling to her. If her thumb had felt that nice, what would a nipple ba-ba be like? How could she refuse to find out?
No! She couldn’t just give in like that! Rachel shook her head, closing her eyes tight and trying to force herself not to think about the thumb, or the nipple before her. She was an adult, a college student for God’s sake. She had to get a grip on herself.