This all happened because my best friend in the world was in need. Claire and I grew up in a small town along the central California coast. She lived two blocks from me, and we did everything together.
We surfed, played softball, were girl scouts, traded boyfriends, went camping, laughed, cried, and even went to the same university, Cal Poly San Luis Obispo. She majored in mechanical engineering; I was a food science major with a nutrition minor. We shared a dorm room, then an apartment, pledged to the same sorority, and graduated together.
After graduation, Claire got a job in Thousand Oaks, designing things I knew nothing about. I found work as a dietician with a healthcare facility and am self-employed as a nutritionist in Ojai, almost an hour from Thousand Oaks.
Claire and I stayed in touch, I was Claire's bridesmaid, and she was my maid of honor. When she became pregnant, we both were overjoyed. I'd been trying, but nothing had clicked.
I think it was when Claire was halfway through her second trimester that we got together on a Tuesday to hike to Matilija Falls. It was a nice hike and a beautiful day; the trail can get difficult, but Claire and I are both fitness nuts ( I hate the term gym rat ) and are in great shape.
We started slow, gossiping and catching up, even though we talked to each other at least twice a week. The hike takes several splits, wading through creeks, and has excellent views. I noticed her slight baby bump on Claire and marveled at her appearance. She asked if I wanted to touch it. I blushed and told her no, I was fine. But Claire insisted, so I did. It felt like a tummy, firm, and no baby kicks I could feel, so we continued.
Claire has always been the more daring of us, and I tend to follow her lead. I remembered her talking me into jumping off a bridge at Lake Shasta one Summer, not once but three times before I thought about a possible sunken log or something under the water and then told her no.
Our conversation turned to pregnancies, with Claire wondering about Randy and me starting a family. I shrugged it off. We'd been trying without success since we married two years ago.
We continued, pausing now and then to sip some water, take a break, and enjoy the view. We made the first fall which was lovely. We sat and enjoyed the sound of water cascading over the rocks. Then onto the North Fork Falls. There we had our lunch and debated going for a swim. That's when Claire started complaining that her breasts hurt. I looked over at her and noticed two dark spots where her nipples contacted the fabric of her sports bra and top.
I pointed, "Claire, you're leaking!"
She looked down and gasped, "What the heck? Quick, Maddie, think of something. I can't go back down the trail looking like this."
I thought momentarily, "We could go behind the falls, and you could squeeze them or something. I didn't bring a towel or anything."
She jumped up and headed to the cave behind the falls. I grabbed our things and followed. When we got there, she removed her top and sports bra. Her breasts were full and round, at least a cup bigger than normal.
Yes, I've seen Claire nude, so many times it's nothing to both of us to be around each other naked. We're both straight, so it didn't matter.
Claire started squeezing, milking, or whatever you want to call it, but it wasn't helping. She was still in pain and freaking out. I stood around, not knowing what to do, until Claire looked at me.
She was dead serious when she told me, "Suckle me, Maddie. Please, they hurt."
I looked at her, not sure if she was serious. She danced around like she had to pee, then another plea to help ease her pain.
Claire looked at me with her puppy dog eyes, "Please, Maddie, I know we're not gay. Just suckle and help me."
We hadn't passed many people on the trail, and we were behind the waterfall, hidden from view. I sighed, stepped forward, then leaned down, wrapping my hands around Claire's waist to hold her steady.
I looked up at her before pressing my lips over her engorged nipple.
Claire smiled as she whispered, "Thank you."
I told her, "You owe me big time."
Then Claire practically ordered me to start nursing. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and began sucking. The warm colostrum tasted a little strange, it wasn't bad, but I was used to regular and almond milk. Reluctantly, I continued as Claire softly brushed my face with her fingers.
She was apologetic and whispered, "Thank you, Maddie. Oh, that feels so much better. Now the other one, please."
I kept switching back and forth, getting used to the taste and, oddly enough, enjoying how Claire was talking to me. Her voice was soft and sweet, praising me for how good I was doing and how much better she was feeling.
Before I started, I noticed some drips down her breast just under her boobs. I paused once as I switched breasts to lick those areas off. My tongue began under one breast and then worked up and around her nipple. I hate to admit it, but this delighted Claire and me, too.
I continued licking and sucking as Claire moaned with delight. Suddenly, we heard something, so we stopped. Claire fumbled around, getting her bra and top back on. It was nothing, so we left the cave and headed back to our cars.
The silence was too much as we walked back, so I broke the ice.
"We're never going to talk about this, right, Claire?"
She laughed, "Why would we? But it did feel good, getting that pressure off my boobs, Maddie. You can suckle me anytime, baby."
I looked at her and blushed, "Yeah, right."
