I put my key in the door and opened it slowly, not wanting to make any noise. It was late and I didn't want to wake the baby, or the babysitter, if she'd dozed off; which she probably had. As a single mother, I didn't get out very often, so a night out with a few girlfriends was something to relish.
I stepped inside, closed the door behind me, took off my heels, and left them by the door. In my stocking feet, I tiptoed into the living room and found Kelly asleep on the sofa. The TV was still on and tuned to some reality show thing with lots of young girls in bikinis. Kelly looked almost angelic with her head propped on the arm of the sofa.
She was a neighborhood girl and a freshman in college that I'd known for years. Before waking the babysitter, I looked in on my sweet little Morgan who was sound asleep. I knew she would be awake in a few hours, hungry for my milk. Milk, an over abundance of which, was making my breasts hurt something fierce since it had been too long since I last nursed Morgan. I gave her a little kiss on her head and returned to the living room.
"Kelly? It's time to wake up, honey," I said softly, my hand on her shoulder, giving the girl a little shake.
She stirred and sat up, stretching and yawning.
"Oh, Ms. Henderson, sorry, I must have dozed off," she said, as she always did when I'd wake her after coming in.
"Sorry I'm so late Kelly. How was Morgan this evening? She give you any trouble tonight?" I asked. Though how much trouble an eight month old could be was questionable. At this juncture, she only knew how to be adorable.
"She was precious, as always... I just love her to pieces! I gave her the bottle of milk you pumped and she went right to sleep. Haven't heard a peep since."
"Oh that's great honey, though I was really hoping she'd be awake and hungry... my boobs are killing me; they're so full of milk," I said as I hefted my breasts in my hands, seemingly trying to illustrate how full they were. "Ouuuch, that hurts."
"Can't you just pump some milk into bottles?" She asked.
"I could, except I don't have any more bottles; I meant to buy more, but I forgot. And I hate to just throw it out."
"I wish there was something I could do to help. It sounds very uncomfortable," Kelly said.
"It is uncomfortable... you have no idea. Say, you just gave me an idea, maybe there is something you can do to help, if you're game... " I offered, with a big smile on my face.
"Oh sure, what is it? I'd really like to help." Kelly said, sounding sympathetic.
"Okay, come with me." I said, taking her hand and pulling her behind me to the living room.
"Sit there on the sofa." I told her. As she sat, I pulled my dress up and over my head and unhooked the snap of my bra, then, I plopped down next to her. Her eyes suddenly wide with surprise.
"Wha...what are you doing?" she stuttered.
"You're going to drink some milk to relieve the pressure and make it stop hurting." I declared, "unless that's too gross for you."
"Oh my god Joan, I don't know if I can do that..." Kelly said, sounding a bit flummoxed.
"Sure you can... you might even enjoy it... it's kind of sexy in a way. Here, lie on my lap and take my nipple in your mouth. You have to use your tongue to push the nipple upward as you suckle in a rhythmic fashion to get the milk flowing." I told her as I cradled her head in my arm and gently pulled her to my breast.
She reluctantly followed my instructions; latching on to my breast and gently sucking. She had one arm around my back and the other resting on my tummy as I felt my milk let down and begin to flow into the girl's mouth.
"Oh my god, it's so sweet!"
When she unlatched from my nipple, some milk squirted on her upper lip. So I leaned over and licked it from her mouth.
"Mmmm, it is sweet," I whispered, then kissed her full on the lips. I had no idea what came over me. "Have some more milk, it's really helping." And I quickly pulled her mouth back to my nipple, before she could say anything - like: 'what the hell was that all about?'
After a few minutes, I felt much better, well, the right breast did.