Jennifer looked impatiently at the clock. She was getting highly agitated with her breast pump wishing now she would of gotten a mechanical one. Her engorged breast was filled to a bursting point with the abundance of milk she had. The breast pump was only producing a trickle, which was not enough. She was about in tears. Damn she was pissed. She hated everything that was happening in her life right now. It didn’t take much to agitate her since her husband left her for his secretary when she told him she was going to have a baby. He left the next day with his clothes telling her he wasn’t ready to be a daddy.
Now she was sitting here single mother alone trying to get her breasts so they weren’t so sore and full. She knew that her client would soon be showing up as they had made arrangements to have dinner and talk about the new business proposal that she had been working on for months. In desperation she started to massage her breasts trying to relax to speed up the process. At the moment the doorbell rang she knew she couldn’t stop now so she yelled for him to come in hoping he would stop at the door and wait for her. Jennifer face flushed with embarrassment when she saw Steve standing in doorway to her kitchen. Steve was fresh out of college and inherited his daddy’s money and business. She imagined how it might look and regretting asking him to come in.
“I'm sorry, I know this must look awful not to say unprofessional. But I have been having a bitch of time with this pump since I weaned my baby onto formula” she said.
Steve recovered quickly from his shocking trance and stuttered “No hmmm no I guess I just wasn’t expecting it and when you told me to come in. I should of just waited by the door for you instead of barging in and interrupting you. I’m the one that needs to apologize.”
Steve had not taken his eyes of her for a minute and Jennifer noticed that his look went from shocking to fascination.
“Does that pump hurt?” Steve asked, “I see that you were rubbing your breast, what does the rubbing do?”
Jennifer knew that Steve had been sheltered while growing up being an only child to a wealthy business man like his father and going to a all boys school his whole life. With embarrassment Jennifer explained to Steve the best she could, and told him once again how sorry she was and that this had to be an awkward situation for him and that he could go into the other room and turn the T.V on until she was done.
“No, its okay” Steve protested “I don’t know that much about breastfeeding but I can see that your not getting anywhere with what your doing so why don’t you let me help.”