The following week's meeting followed the pattern of the previous one. About a dozen new mothers met in my friend Sherry's apartment. A representative of La Leche League, a very stern-looking woman, spoke to the group about the importance of nutrition and how mother's milk is the perfect food for infants. She didn't need to tell them about the deep emotion bond that this most intimate feeding act builds between the mother and child, or rather between the feeder and the fed. After her remarks, she asked Sherry about the lone male at the meeting. Sherry lied, saying he was the husband of one of the ladies. Giving him a suspicious glance, she left, as did most of the mothers.
Sherry, Bonnie and Alice stayed, as did one other woman. Juliet was new to the group. She hadn't said a word throughout the 'regular' part of the meeting and the ladies wondered how to tell her about the 'special' part that was about to begin. These ladies had become very close over the last months sharing their passion for breastfeeding their babies and for exploring the sensual and sexual possibilities that seemed to them as natural as the more utilitarian aspects of lactation. Steven, originally a friend only of Sherry, had stumbled into the group and provided the male appreciation that none of the ladies got at home. These 'special' meetings after the 'regular' meetings had become the women's unique evenings of sharing the gift of mother's milk with each other and with their private 'big baby', Steven. And sharing his innocent appreciation of the most motherly of activities, as well as the strong sexual desire that it kindled in him was the highlight of the week for all of them.
Juliet spoke, "I can tell you are wondering about me. I'm Juliet Lewiston. I'm a new mother too. Although I don't look it, I know."
Juliet was a very sophisticated-looking lady with short, white blonde hair plastered straight back. She had a striking face then looked almost angelic as she spoke. Her bright blue eyes flashed.
"I adopted a baby this week. He's home with a nurse. I live alone. I'm a lesbian. Sorry to blurt it out like that, but I want to get to the point. I know Doris, who has been a part of your little sucky-fucky group, and she told me I should come here. That maybe one of you could help me. I need...I guess you'd call it a wet-nurse. Someone who can provide mother's milk for my baby."
Sherry, Alice and Steven all bristled at her description of their little group. Steven feared she was going to blow the whistle on his fantasy-come-true. Sherry spoke up.
"Ms. Lewiston. I don't know what Doris told you, but it sounds like you have the wrong idea about us. La Leche League..."
"La Leche League would be very interested, I'm sure, that one of their chapters is being used to facilitate unprotected sex. They might want to know about the single man who suckles the new moms and then makes them blow him. Is that what you were going to say?" Juliet sneered at Sherry.
Steven asked, "OK, what do you want?"
"Right to the point, eh? Just like a man. Well, don't worry, stud. I'm not going to spoil your little mommy's boy fantasy fest. I just want in on the action, in a way." She turned to look at Bonnie.
"Oooo. You are fine, aren't you? Bonnie, right? What are you, eighteen, nineteen?" She walked over to the standing Bonnie and circled her, inspecting her. "Doris said your tits were just bursting with milk. That you couldn't get rid of it fast enough. And that you were a horny one."
Sherry was getting angry. "Alright, get to the point. And stop harassing our friend!"
"Harassing? My dear, I was about to offer to change her life," Juliet's tone softened. "Bonnie, I understand that you are in, shall we say, not luxurious circumstances. I, on the other hand, have more than I need, money-wise. I need an au pair, a live-in companion who will provide milk for my baby. In return, I will provide your own room, bathroom, use of a car, a handsome salary, benefits, all the things you don't have. Isn't that right?"
Bonnie asked, "How do you know?"
Juliet smiled, "I hope you don't mind I had a detective do some research. I can't let just anyone into my home. Well, would you like to come home with me or will it be back to the YWCA?"