This is my first story. The buildup is slow so if you're looking for the sex skip at least halfway down the page or take a pass. The story is about my wife and her best friend on a trip away together. My wife needs relief from the milk buildup and reluctantly asks her best friend for help. I like stories where the characters find themselves inadvertently in a sexual situation and don't have to immediately confront an otherwise implausible scenario, so that's the style I was going for. I hope you also find the slow seduction as satisfying as I do.
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Amelia sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the small box in her hands. It was her birthday, and her husband Simon had given her a gift. She opened it eagerly, and inside was a shiny, golden ticket.
"It's a vacation," Simon explained, grinning from ear to ear. "To the Dominican Republic. For you and Mary. Just the two of you, to relax and have some fun. You deserve it."
Amelia's eyes widened in excitement. She had been looking forward to a trip with her best friend for months, but with a newborn baby at home, she didn't think it was possible. But now, thanks to Simon's thoughtfulness, she could finally go.
"When do we leave?" Mary asked, bouncing up and down on the bed next to Amelia.
"In a week," Simon replied. "But you'll have to leave the baby behind. He's too young to travel."
Amelia's heart sank at the thought of leaving her precious little one behind, but the excitement of the trip soon took over. She and Mary spent the next few days packing and planning their itinerary.
As the day of their departure arrived, Amelia hugged her baby tightly and kissed his soft, chubby cheeks. She knew he would be in good hands with Simon, but it still felt like a piece of her was missing as she boarded the plane.
But as the plane soared above the clouds and the sun began to set, Amelia's worries melted away. She and Mary would spend the week lounging on the beautiful beaches.
When they arrived at the beach, they checked into their hotel and headed straight for the sandy shore. They spent the day lounging in the sun, swimming in the crystal clear water, and playing beach games. As the sun began to set, they built a bonfire and roasted marshmallows, chatting and giggling late into the night.
As Amelia sat on the beach, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt and worry. She had been gone for three days now, and she knew that her breasts were probably overflowing with milk. She had left her breast pump at home, thinking that she would be gone for such a short time that she wouldn't need it. But now, she was regretting that decision.
She tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind and enjoy her vacation with Mary, but she found it hard to relax. Every time she thought about her baby, she felt a pang of guilt and longing. She knew that her husband was taking good care of the little one, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she should be there with them.
As the days went on, Amelia's breasts became increasingly uncomfortable and tender. She knew that she needed to do something to relieve the pressure, but she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to ruin her vacation by leaving early, but she also didn't want to risk getting sick.
Finally, after much internal debate, Amelia decided to talk to Mary about her problem. She knew that her friend would understand and maybe even have some ideas for how to help.
"Mary," she said, "I have something kind of embarrassing to tell you. I left my breast pump at home, and now my breasts are so full of milk that it's really uncomfortable. I don't know what to do."
Mary's face softened with concern. "Oh, Amelia, I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me sooner? We can try to find a store that sells breast pumps or see if we can borrow one from someone. Don't worry, we'll figure something out."
Mary suggested they head back to the hotel and find a pharmacy where they could purchase a breast pump.
Feeling relieved, Amelia and Mary made their way back to the hotel, determined to find a solution to Amelia's predicament. As they navigated the bustling streets of the city, they were struck by the vibrant culture and lively atmosphere of the Dominican Republic.
The day exploring the city was glorious, but after trying multiple pharmacies, they realized they were out of luck finding a breast pump.
The next day, Amelia's discomfort continued to grow. Her breasts were tender and painful and she was in tears, feeling desperate and overwhelmed.
Mary, noticing her friend's distress, asked, "Amelia, please, is there anything I can do to help? You know you don't have to go through this alone."
Amelia hesitated, feeling awkward. "I don't know," she said. "I really don't want to bother you with this."
But Mary insisted. "Amelia, you're my best friend. I want to help you in any way I can.
I have an idea; Listen, why don't you show me your technique for expressing milk by hand? I've had two kids, maybe I can offer suggestions.
Feeling grateful for her friend's support, Amelia agreed. She carefully undressed, exposing her breast. Mary watched, unsure of what to do.
Amelia showed her how to gently massage and squeeze her breast, hoping to express some milk. But despite a few suggestions and their best efforts, nothing seem to increase the flow.
Amelia was disappointed and frustrated, but Mary was there to comfort her. "It's okay, Amelia," she said. "We'll figure this out together. Don't worry, You're not alone."
Amelia was in pain and despair as she fastened her top. Her breasts were swollen and tender, and she felt like she was at her wit's end. Mary put her arm around her, trying to comfort her.
"I don't know how to help, Amelia, but I'll do anything," Mary said, her voice filled with concern.
Amelia was quiet, whimpering in pain as she clutched her swollen breasts. "I wish my baby was here to help relieve the pain," she said, tears streaming down her face.
Mary didn't know what to say. She felt helpless and unsure of how to help her friend. All she could do was give her a hug.
After a moment, eyes down, Amelia softly spoke up. "The only thing that seems to work is to suck out the milk," she said, her voice trembling.
She paused, letting her words fall into the air, uncertain how they would be received.
"I've heard that some women use their partner's mouth to relieve the pressure," Amelia whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I mean... " she stammered , "obviously I'm not asking you to do that. It's too much."
The conversation between Amelia and Mary was definitely awkward and uncomfortable at first. Amelia was hesitant to bring up the idea of sucking out the milk, knowing that it was something that most people might find strange or even gross.
But as the pain and discomfort in her breasts became more and more unbearable, she knew that she had to do something to find relief. So, with a trembling voice and downcast eyes, she broached the topic with Mary.
Mary was taken aback by the request, not sure how to react. On one hand, she understood Amelia's desperation and wanted to help her find relief. But on the other hand, the idea of sucking on her friend's nipples was definitely outside of her comfort zone.
"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" Mary asked, trying to be as supportive as possible. "I mean, it's not something I've ever heard of before."
Amelia nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "I know it's weird, and I wouldn't ask if I had any other choice," she said, her voice shaking. "But I just can't take the pain anymore. I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but I really need your help."
Mary thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. She knew that it would be an awkward and uncomfortable experience, but she also knew that Amelia was her best friend and that she would do anything to help her.
In the end, Mary made the decision to give it a try. "Okay, let's give it a shot," she said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I'll do my best to help you out."
"I've never tasted it," Mary admitted, blushing.
Mary hesitated, feeling awkward and unsure.
"Okay," she said finally. Trying to work up some courage and convince herself.
"We can try it. It needn't be awkward. We're friends. I'm doing this to help you out. It doesn't have to be weird."
Amelia was grateful for Mary, but she wasn't sure if she could go through with it.
"Don't be embarrassed," Mary replied, reaching out to squeeze her friend's hand.
"We're best friends. I want to help you out of this difficult situation. I can see how painful it must be for you."
Amelia felt immense gratitude at her friend's offer. She didn't want to impose, but the pain was debilitating and she was desperate for relief.
"Thank you, Mary," Amelia said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I really appreciate it."
Mary nodded, a look of determination on her face. "Let's get you prepared," she said, standing up and moving to the other side of the room.
Amelia slowly got undressed, down to her bra and underwear, feeling a bit shy and exposed.
As Amelia and Mary sat on the bed, trying to figure out how to go about relieving Amelia's engorged breasts, they both felt a little awkward and unsure. They had never done anything like this before, and they weren't quite sure how to position themselves.
Amelia's breasts were so full that they were tender and sore to the touch, and she was afraid that any kind of rough handling would be too much to bear. She wasn't sure if she should lie down or sit up, or if Mary should sit or stand.
