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.


“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!”


“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.”

“Yeah, she always felt relieved after and honestly, I kind of liked it. It tasted better than I thought it would have.” Luke replied.

My eyes turned watery. I wish so badly that Rick was still alive to be there for me like that. I would have loved his help with this pregnancy.

“Hey are you ok?” said Luke, noticing my small tears.

“I’ll be ok. I just wish I still had Rick. I’d love his help with this and I miss him.”

“I know, Ava. I’m so sorry.” Luke gave a long pause. After what appeared to be some very deep thought he said “You know, I’d be willing to help you out. I know how much pain you must be in. I can help you express the milk. I’m totally saying this as a friend. I feel badly and I know I can get the milk unclogged.”

My mouth dropped open. He was actually offering to suck on my nipples. Offering to suck my milk out! I was shocked and a little light headed at the suggestion. My heart was quickening at the thought. I wanted the milk to start flowing again and if I was being honest with myself, I also desperately wanted a man’s touch again.

When my breath finally returned to me and I had a moment to process my thoughts, I made a decision.

“Wow. Umm, OK. I would actually really appreciate a little help with that. Are you sure you’re ok with this? I don’t want things to get strange between us.”

“I’m sure” he said. “I’ll be happy to make you feel better.”

“Ok then” I said. “I have a nursing pillow and some blankets in the back seat. Why don’t we sit back there so we can be more comfortable?”

“Great idea” replied Luke. And with that we hopped into the back seat of my SUV.


My third-row passenger seats were already folded down so we had a large, flat surface to sit on in the back of the car. I bunched up a large blanket and a nursing pillow behind my back so I could sit propped up without my back hurting. Luke spread a blanket out over the folded seats and kneeled in front me. “Ready?” he asked. “Ready as I’ll ever be” I answered. I started to remove my t-shirt. Luke helped me get it over my head and threw it to the side. My big round belly was now exposed. I was worried he would be uncomfortable after seeing my pregnant body but instead he smiled and reached out his hands to hold my bump.

“Wow!” he said. “This is amazing. Mind if I feel it?” “Not at all” I said. “I actually like when people touch my belly”. He placed his hands on either sides of my waist and slowly moved them to the middle of my stomach. Making large circular movements, Luke felt all over the surface of my bump. It felt foreign to have another man touch my bare skin but his hands were so warm and gentle that I relaxed instantly and could’ve stayed there all day enjoying the little massage.

“Now” he said. “Let’s take care of that clogged duct.” My nerves started to fray. I paused for a moment.

Luke noticed my hesitance and said “Don’t worry, Ava. I’ll take care of you.”

I lifted my hands to the bottom edge of my sports bra. I decided to lift the whole thing off in one quick motion so my nerves wouldn’t get the better of me. “Ok” I thought to myself “1…2…3…” and with that I quickly lifted the bra off and over my head.

My heavy breasts spilled out of the fabric. There I was, naked from the waist up in front of my old friend. He stared at my chest, his mouth agape. I suddenly felt too exposed and crossed my chest with my arms, covering my nipples.

“I’m so sorry” I stuttered. “Was this a bad idea??”

“Not at all!” he replied, and proceeded to remove my arms and place them back down at their sides.

“You are so unbelievably beautiful” he said. “You have gorgeous breasts”.

“Oh wow, thank you!” I said, grateful for the body appreciation and excited to have a man calling me “beautiful” again.

“So which nipple needs the most attention?” he asked.

I cupped my right breast and said “this hurts the most”.

Luke reached a hand out and grasped my right breast with his large hand. A little shiver went up my spine as I felt his skin against mine. Without saying a word, he bent forward and lowered his mouth to my nipple. I lost my breath at the feeling of his warmth on one of my most sensitive areas. It had been so long since another man had touched me this intimately. I felt guilty that I was doing this with Rick gone, but I needed relief. Luke positioned his lips tightly around my entire areola, with my nipple centered in his mouth. His hand began little compressions on my breast while he sucked with a good amount of pressure.

A minute or two later he unlatched and looked up at me. “You OK?” he asked. “How does that feel?”

“It feels nice.” I answered. “Some of the pain is already gone.”

He returned his mouth to my nipple. I could feel something happening within my milk ducts. A letdown was coming and pressure was building.

“Oh my gosh Luke, keep going! I think my milk is coming!” I exclaimed.

He started to suck a little faster, and squeezed me a little harder during the compressions.

Not a minute later and I felt a small burst come through my nipple. He had done it! The duct was clear. I felt so much better immediately and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Luke unlatched and smiled. My milk was flowing freely and he had some on his lips.

“Better?” he asked.

“You’re amazing! Thank you so much!” I said.

I giggled and told him he had some of my milk on his lips.

“That’s ok”, he replied. “You taste really good.”

I blushed. Then I noticed his hand hadn’t left my breast. He was still firmly gripping me where he had been doing compressions. I looked down at his hand and said “I feel better now. You can let go if you want.”

Luke paused and looked into my eyes. With a deep and quiet voice, he asked, “Ava…can I keep going?”

I was a little surprised. “You…you want to keep sucking on me? Is that what you mean?”

“Yes” he answered. His tone of voice changed to something much more serious. “I liked the way you felt in my mouth. You’re gorgeous and your milk tastes so good. I know I said I’d help you as a friend but the truth is I’ve always found you irresistible and now that I’ve tasted you, I need more. I used to fantasize about you back when we were younger. Please.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I could tell when we were teenagers there was a little sexual tension between us at one point but I didn’t realize he felt this intense about it. As much as I didn’t want to make our friendship even more awkward, I had to admit I was loving having his hands and mouth on me. It made me feel special to be there half naked with a man who found me “irresistible”.

“Ok. Yeah, why not. Maybe for a little while longer.” I said.

He looked visibly relieved at my answer and let out a deep sigh. I re-adjusted the blankets behind me and moved the nursing pillow under my breasts, on top of my bump. “Come, lay your head down here.” I motioned to the pillow. Luke obliged and laid on his side with his head resting on the nursing pillow, perfectly positioned just in front of my breasts. “This will make us both more comfortable” I said.

He had given my right nipple so much attention before that it had become long and a deep shade of pink. My right areola was even darker from so much sucking. I told him to start with my left breast since the right needed a little break.

“Your wish is my command” he said. He started stroking my left breast with his fingertips. His touch was gentle as his fingers glided over my flesh. He stopped to give my nipple a little squeeze between his thumb and forefinger. I giggled. It felt great. My libido was heightened since the pregnancy began and having his finger on my nipple sent a little tingle down to my pussy. I lifted my massive breast and directed the nipple into his mouth. He latched so well that my milk started flowing almost immediately. When my milk released, Luke let out a deep moan. “Mmmmm”. It was clear this was a huge turn on for him. I cradled his head with my left arm and stroked his cheek with my right hand. It felt surprisingly natural to nourish him in this way. This was all so sudden and felt like a dream. In between suckling, his tongue made little circles around nipple. My body started to respond to the pleasure he was giving me. I felt the fabric on my yoga pants between my legs start to dampen. There was a good amount of pressure building in my pussy. I let out an involuntary moan. “Mmmm oh my god Luke that feels so good.” I said breathlessly. He lifted his hand to my free breast and started tickling my nipple with his forefinger. His touch was so featherlight and it sent my body writhing. “Yesss…please don’t stop.” I whispered. My milk was practically spurting into his mouth and he happily drank every drop that came out of me. “That’s it, drink my milk” I said to him “keep going, you’re doing great.”

He moved his fingers from my free nipple to find my hand. I had been cradling his head and stroking his hair with one hand and the other was at my side. He found my hand while still keeping a good latch on my left breast. He intertwined his fingers with mine and led my hands to his jeans. He placed my palm over the crotch of his pants and I felt his erection. I hadn’t even noticed this whole time that he had gotten extremely hard. He felt large beneath my hand and the denim. Without pause I started to rub him. Slowly running my hand up and down the length of his shaft shielded beneath his pants. His manhood twitched as I squeezed and massaged. He continued to lap up my milk and suck while he unbuttoned his pants. I pulled his zipper down and reached my hand inside. His penis was larger and thicker than Rick’s. I hadn’t held one this big since before I was married. It pulsed a little in my hand. I started to stroke up and down. I licked my palm and continued to stroke. Luke moaned deeply into my breast and began to suck faster. Between Luke being so hungry for my milk and holding his thick member, my body started to ache for more. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. I threw my head back in pleasure and gripped Luke’s penis. “Luke”, I said breathlessly “take my pants off.”


Luke left his spot at my breast and kneeled in front of me. He peeled his shirt off. His chest was covered in curly hair and I got a whiff of faint cologne and natural musk. It was intoxicating. “First things first” he said, and took my face in his hands. He bent down and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back deeply and reached up to pull him even closer. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth and meet mine. I could taste my milk in his mouth. It was like a sweet, light cream. He broke our kiss and started moving his mouth down my body. First to my neck, then tiny kisses on my clavicle and chest. Then a little lick on each nipple. He proceeded downward, peppering my baby bump with kisses. When he reached my thighs, he grasped the waistband of my yoga pants and pulled them off in one swift motion. All that was left between him and my most sensitive body part was a wet, thin layer of fabric from my white panties. Luke threw my pants to the side and looked down at my body. He hooked his thumbs into the band of my panties and lifted them off my legs. I was completely exposed to him.

“Open your legs for me” he said in a rather aggressive tone. I obeyed, spreading my legs apart just enough for him to take a peek at my pussy. “More” he said, “Spread them open as far as you can.”

I spread my legs as far apart as I could comfortably. My round belly made it a little tricky to be flexible.

“Good girl,” said Luke. He lowered himself onto his stomach in front of my pussy. “Look at this beautiful pussy” he remarked. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. Your juices are practically shining in the sunlight.” He traced his forefinger down my slit. I jumped at the feeling. My vagina was sensitive enough to begin with and now my body was vibrating with sexual energy. “Oh, did that tickle?” asked Luke. “Let’s see what else I can make your body do.” I heard him take a deep breath in, smelling my natural fragrance. Submissively, I spread my thighs apart even further, letting him examine me and breathe me in.

Luke placed his hands on both of my pussy lips and spread them apart. Just knowing he had a close up view to my most private area made me squirm with pleasure. He spent a moment exploring my vulva; running his fingers up and down my slit, parting my lips and teasing my entrance with a finger. I was in Heaven. Every little stroke sent sparks through my body.

“I think I need to taste your nectar,” said Luke. He pushed out his tongue and licked my clit gently.

“You taste like honey” he said. “I could get used to this.”

“Mmmm oh my god, Luke that feels nice.” I moaned.

He kept licking gently, alternating between running his tongue over my clit and my inner lips, stopping occasionally to lick my entrance. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair as I moaned in ecstasy. I pressed my thighs to the sides of his head, holding him in place.

Luke laughed. “Hahaha, I guess I’m doing a good job” he said.

“You’re so good at this. Don’t stop. I need more.” I replied.

Luke continued to lick and explore with his mouth. He picked up the pace and I could feel my body start to build up pressure. I felt my vagina opening and expanding, preparing to accept him. He used his hands to force my thighs apart and slipped a finger inside of me. I gasped and squirmed. “YES!! OH GOD MORE!” I screamed.

He slipped another finger inside of me and began to slowly pump. I lifted my legs off of the ground a little in response. He sat back on his knees while his fingers worked their way in and out. “I want to watch you for a minute” he said.