Ch. 1
I woke up to a misty grey sky and the sound of wind through the trees. It was the beginning of Spring and the weather was transitioning from frigid and icy to mild. I laid in my bed until I could summon the strength to roll out. I was 37 weeks pregnant and it took quite a bit of effort to sit up without help. Of course, since my husband passed away seven months ago there had been no help. Rick had been in a horrible car accident that left me a widow carrying his unborn child. Nights were the hardest, physically and emotionally. I spent hours tossing and turning thinking of what could have been if he were alive. When morning came, I was always too sore and tired from crying to leave my bedroom. Usually, it would take an hour or so of staring at the ceiling to work up the motivation to get my feet onto the floor. My growing belly made it difficult to do simple tasks like this.
I finally got onto my feet and walked to the bathroom. I removed my t-shirt and pajama pants and turned on the shower. I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment before stepping in. My bump had finally reached a point where I couldn't see my feet anymore. Some changes were welcomed. My hair had become long and thick and my skin glowed. Some changes were more of a nuisance. My breasts were large and heavy, and my nipples and areolas had darkened to a deeper shade of pink. My breastmilk had arrived early and my milk ducts were large and bumpy on my areolas. My pussy had changed too. It was usually swollen and puffy, and my inner lips had turned a deep rosy hue. I had also noticed my libido was through the roof. I hadn't had sex since Rick died and found myself masturbating more often than usual. A common side effect of pregnancy hormones.
I stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over me. I washed my hair and body, paying extra attention to my nipples. Milk usually leaked out during sleep and needed to be washed away the next morning. They felt particularly full this morning so I tried to hand-express my milk. I squeezed the area around each nipple until milk flowed. I watched my milk dribble down my belly with the warm water. I had been producing a lot and was increasingly needing to pump in order to keep my breasts from getting too heavy and painful.
I was finishing up squeezing my right nipple when my milk stopped flowing suddenly. I could feel more in there so I kept trying to express the milk. Nothing came out. I decided to get out of the shower and put a warm, wet cloth over my breast to try and loosen the little clog.
I dried off and laid on my couch with the warm cloth draped over my right breast. I could feel the breast becoming firmer and knew it might mean a clogged milk duct. Unfortunately, that day I had to get some work done on my car and there wasn't much time to try and dislodge it. "That's Ok" I thought to myself "I'll get the car fixed and work on my milk duct later." I threw on some clothes; a sports bra (the only kind that fit my large breasts at the time), white panties, some black yoga pants, a white t-shirt, and sandals. I grabbed my purse and hopped into my car.
About 10 minutes into my drive and I started to feel a more intense pressure in my right breast. The milk duct was definitely clogged and my breast was responding by becoming more and more firm, which meant more painful. I came to a red traffic light and stopped. I tried to massage the pressure away from my breast but it didn't help. Only removing the milk clog would save me from the pain.
I was distracted by the pain and lost in thought when I heard someone at the light next to me call my name.
Ch. 2
"Ava!" "Hey, Ava!" a man's voice yelled. I looked to my left and saw a familiar face.
I rolled down my window. "Luke! Long time, no see!" It was my old friend, Luke. Luke had dated and eventually married a girl named Emily who was a friend of mine long ago. The three of us hung out often when we were 18. They had a child together when they were 19 but so many life changes that young caused problems in their marriage and they eventually divorced. Now we were in our late 20's and I hadn't heard from her in years. One of those friendships that just naturally drifts apart.
Luke heard through the grapevine about my husband and sent me a sympathy card. I hadn't seen him in a long time so I thought it was nice of him to think of me. In our younger days I found him attractive. Now here we were, sitting next to each other at a traffic light.
"How have you been? How's the baby?" he replied.
"Things could be better since Rick passed but I'm doing OK. I'm on my way to see a mechanic about my car." I said.
"Oh really? I used to work on cars. Pull over into the next parking lot and I can take a quick look for you." Luke yelled back.
"OK, thanks!" I said, happy to have a trusted old friend look at the car and maybe save some time and money.
We pulled into the next parking lot. A large lot that people used to park and hike into a state forest. Hardly anyone was ever there so we had the lot to ourselves. I pulled into a far corner and got out. Luke came around his car and hugged me. My baby bump kept some distance between us.
"Wow look at you!" Luke said "It's so good to see you!"
Ch. 3
"Thank you so much for the help! I always get nervous when it comes to car stuff" I said.
"Anytime. Glad I could help," said Luke.
"Well, I better get going. I'm in a ton of pain and I need to pump badly."
"What's wrong? Are you going to be ok?" he replied.
"Yeah, I think I have a clogged milk duct. It's so hard to pump out."
"Oh, I know about those. Emily had them all the time when she was pregnant."
"Oh? What did she do to get rid of them?"
Luke blushed. He gave a little chuckle and said "Well it's kind of weird I guess but I used to suck them out for her. I always got it out faster than the pump."
My cheeks turned red. I gave a small awkward laugh. The thought of Luke sucking milk out from his ex made me embarrassed and honestly a little turned on. Emily had never told me about that before so I was a bit surprised.
Finally, I found my words. "Oh...uhh...that was good of you, I suppose."