On the day Darren was to arrive home, he let me know he'd made dinner reservations for three at his favorite restaurant. It was a fancy place, one I couldn't afford to frequent even when I had a job. No longer feeling the need to be modest, I chose a black dress with a plunging neckline. To say my cleavage was ample would have been a huge understatement. Once I'd gotten ready, I waited until I heard Darren's car out front...

Without thinking, I took my hand from Darren's. That subtle gesture made him appear stricken, and he rushed to say, "It's only a suggestion, Gale. I absolutely understand if you're not interested in doing that." I didn't tell him no outright. Instead, I racked my brain for another way. "Wouldn't it be easier if I went with you? I could stay at the hotel while you're working." Darren set his mouth in a grim line. "I wish I...

Upon hearing the news, Darren told me he was leaving work and would be at my apartment as soon as he could. While impatiently waiting, I was overcome by the irrational fear that my milk would dry up before he arrived. I busied myself with stripping out of my clothes and putting on the robe Darren loved. A short time later, he knocked on my door, then immediately opened it to let himself in. We stood in my living room, our...

Though I was still plenty aroused when Darren left, I was also exhausted. I decided to go to bed early, and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep drew me into its welcome oblivion. Because of Darren, I wouldn't lie awake all night worrying about my future. I slept so soundly that I didn't hear him enter my apartment the next morning. Only when he sat down on the edge of my bed did my eyes open. It was still dark...

From his apartment directly below mine, Darren must have heard me crying. Clueless as to how loud my sobbing was, I was surprised when he knocked on my door at a little after seven that evening. Though we'd been neighbors for more than a year, he and I remained mere acquaintances. Answering his gentle knock, I peered out at him through swollen eyes. The acute distress overwhelming me at that moment made it impossible to f...

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the small nursing room. Sarah Hill, a radiant thirty-seven-year-old woman with strawberry blonde hair and dark blue eyes, sat comfortably in a rocking chair, cradling her newborn son, Daniel, in her arms. Her full, milk-swollen breasts were exposed, offering their nourishment to her child. Ethan Clarke, her fiancé, stood silently by, his pale blu...

[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...