Breastmilk Stories

My son is finally sleeping! Everyone likes to tell you how rewarding, but exhausting, being a new mother is. And to be fair, they are right about that. But it’s still hard to understand the depth of that simple statement until you experience it first-hand. Watching my little six-month-old boy sleep for a moment before I leave his room warms my heart more than I ever would have imagined. But then as soon as I step out of h...

A month passed. Jo was at our house more often than not, and my parents seemed to no longer care about us being alone. She was on birth control, and we were on each other like horny teenagers. I was introduced to her parents officially, and although they'd known me for years, they made an effort to get to know me better when I went over for dinner. She was falling for me, and I felt like I wasn't far behind. But there was...

[continued from part one] It must have been 8:00 or even 9:00 PM at this point; I wasn't even sure. Melissa said, "Josh?" I released her breast and sat up; she sat up too. For some reason, I was afraid she was about to tell me to go home, that I'd worn out my welcome. She sat looking at me, her pretty face with a sweet smile, her hair sort of messed up, ringlets and curls hanging over her flushed cheeks. Her bare chest ha...

We were on our second Margaritas when Melissa caught me looking at her cleavage. She smiled and leaned across the little bar table, her brown, curly hair hanging in ringlets around her pretty face: "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" She and I weren't really going out, not exactly. I didn't know what the heck we were, to tell the truth. I'd met her because I work with a friend of hers, and a few times she'd come out for drink...