Another beautiful Florida day. The early spring brings with it the familiar heat and humidity, but it’s still not like the oppressive days the summer will bring. Classes are finally over until the fall. I still could care less; I still have to work. I miss the days when I was younger and the end of school meant freedom from all other responsibilities. I allowed myself at least one day off from work before I wasted my summer days toiling. I purposefully woke up early to go to the beach before it was too crowded. After a few hours of people watching and sunbathing, I headed over to my boyfriend’s place. He doesn’t live to far from where I was and as much as I love the beach, I hate the sticky, sandy feeling.
I showered off and put on some clean clothes I keep there. It was still early afternoon and he would be working late. I enjoyed the solitude and calm. I was sitting quietly reading by an open window, when I heard someone call, " Hi Lysa!" It was one of the neighbors, Stephanie. I hadn’t seen her in several weeks. She recently had a child and was with her family until she adjusted. Her ‘fiancée’ left her when she told the bastard she was pregnant. I smiled down and said hi back.
"How’s the baby" I asked.
"Oh, just fine. She’s with my mom. I had some running around to do. I’m done until I pick her up later. Mind if I come up?"
"Come on up", I was happy to have the company now, besides Stephanie had the look of a lonely, desperate young mother. I could see that she was looking for the company of someone other than an infant or her parents.
I met her at the door and gave her a hug. She actually looked good for just having a baby a few weeks ago and I told her so. She blushed and looked away modestly. " I can’t wait until I lose some of the weight I gained." she said, then added jokingly "…and most of it seems to be in my chest." I took that opportunity to focus on her ample breasts. They were impressive before the pregnancy, but now they were even more so. My dirty little mind went to work picturing them hanging free in front of my face, if only for a split second.
We sat and chit chatted for a while about the baby and our families. I made sure to offer my help whenever she needed it. I couldn’t imaging raising a baby by myself; even with my parents help. It had only been about twenty minutes or so when I noticed a dark, wet stain on her blouse.
Curious, I mentioned, "Um, Steph, it looks like you spilled something on your top."
She looked down and out of nowhere started to sob. "Dammit! This is the third time today." She looked at me with and embarrassed smile and tried to pull herself together. "I’m sorry. My hormones are still going crazy and I’m a little touchy. It doesn’t take much to get me emotional.’
"Are you OK?" I asked concerned.
She answered matter-of-factly, "Yeah, I’m just leaking. I need to pump myself."