As usual and always, thanks to Steve (
CiaoSteve
) for making my story so lively.
Most importantly, all characters involved in sexual intercourse are above eighteen years of age.
Lastly, comments are always welcome if they can help me in writing better stories in future.
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Some two months had gone by since our last meeting. It was the night of pleasure. Suckling at her breasts like a baby was all that I could have ever wished for. Yes there were many more wishes borne within me but one slap had made me realize there could be no sexual relationship between us. Other than the slap‚ the entire night had been a memorable experience. As I had left early the next morning‚ the last words she had uttered rang through my mind.
"Baby‚ I will call you back."
It wasn't a totally personal evening either. I had prescribed medicines to increase her milk supply but I could never have known the effect of those medicines on her. Yes‚ I had been waiting for her call to hear the effect of those galactagogues. On more than one occasion, I dared to pick up the phone and scribble my contacts up to her name, but never had the courage to call her. Yeah‚ that would break the deal and I would be derived of her breasts forever.
My craving for her had reached its peak. I was like some kind of an addict who was suffering from bizarre withdrawal symptoms. I switched on to watching lactation videos on porn sites but still that was no substitute for real life milk-laden breasts filling one's mouth.
And then the phone call happened.
I was attending my patients at the out-patient department, when my phone rang. I gave a casual glance down at my phone. On seeing the caller's name on the display‚ my expression transformed into one of joy. With a patient still sitting at my side‚ I picked up the phone. I was so excited, yet I knew that I had to hide my feelings both to those around me and to the one on the other side of the phone.
"Hello‚" I said in the most normal way.
"We need to talk doctor. Can you come over to my house in the evening?"
Nafissa's voice sounded serious and she had used the word doctor instead of baby.
"Is anything wrong?" I sounded undisturbed by her voice.
"Why don't you come over? We can talk then. I know you must be busy with your patients. But hope you can spare time for me."
"Okay‚ I will." I tried to sound professional.
Those were my parting words as the call was disconnected as soon as I agreed.
My mind moved around regarding all the possibilities. Why did she sound so serious? Was her baby okay? Or‚ did her husband come to know of our mini affair? We hadn't met in two months so the last option seemed implausible. Whatever since she had called me‚ it was my duty to dispel her worries. I moved on with my routine of attending patients without any display of concern.
The evening soon arrived and not before long‚ I found myself parking my bike up against her house. The doorbell was answered soon and there I found Nafissa standing. Oh, it was the same attractive face I was longing to see for so long. Her beautiful face was clouded with tension but that could not even in the least hamper her beauty. I had to hide my joy of seeing her after so long. I brought a little smile over my face, one that I usually present with while talking to a patient, to sound unperturbed by her disturbance. She was wearing a white t-shirt and trousers. She was carrying her baby on her shoulders. It seemed the baby had climbed the curves of the growth chart quiet normally. So the sick child option was rejected.
"Come inside‚" she ordered and I obeyed her.
"Sit here‚" she said pointing to the sofa.
I sat down and she sat opposite me.
"Mom‚ your tone seemed so serious." I broke the silence.
"Yeah‚ I needed some advice regarding breastfeeding."
"You can ask me anything." I sounded well composed.
"Can I stop breastfeeding now?"
The baby started crying on her shoulders and I prepared myself to have the first glimpse of her luscious breasts.
"Sorry‚ I was feeding him before you rang the doorbell. Hope you don't mind if I feed him here."
She was neither using the word 'baby' nor sounding familiar. It was more of a doctor patient talk.This was not the Nafissa I had met two months back.
"Yeah‚ you can."
She brought the baby to her lap and turned to one side to avoid me having a peek. I watched as she put on the towel over her chest and raised her shirt. As the baby latched on‚ she faced me again. Yeah, I remembered her words. She always hid her chest while feeding to avoid evil eyes from draining the health of her baby. I made a desperate prayer to the Lord to make me a baby and place me in her lap. I could feel my organ start to harden.
"Why do you want to stop breastfeeding by the way? Just see how comfortable he is there."
My eyes moved over to her chest. Did I see wet spots over the opposite side? Before I could be sure‚ she spoke and I had to look to her eyes again.
"Because I feel like a cow who has no world of her own and her only duty is to produce milk."
As she spoke, Nafissa started to cry.
I could not bear to see her upset and stood up to comfort her. I moved to her side and said in an assuring tone.
"Six months of exclusive breastfeeding. So that makes only three months more."
"Three months is a lot of time."
"What's the matter‚ Nafissa? Why do you think yourself a cow?"
This time I deliberately avoided the word mom to study her reaction.
Maybe‚ no one had comforted her previously as I did. Her tears were now uncontrollable. I sat in front of her with my head at the level of her chest but keeping my eyes still fixed on her face.
"Why are you crying‚ Nafissa? Please speak to me."