Girls Only: Moms' Night Out

Moms’
Night Out

“You look
like you’re trying to fit two bowling balls into a slingshot.” Caroline watched
in the bathroom mirror as Jaime, bent over, attempted to wiggle her milk-filled
breasts into a pink bra at least two sizes too small.

“They’re
impossible!” Jaime sighed, lifting her breasts to show her considerable
cleavage.

Caroline set
down her mascara in the hot mess of make-up, hair product and baby wipes on the
crowded sink before heading to the bedroom across the hall. She returned in a
flash, holding two of Jaime’s sports bras, one white and one black. Jaime was
still wiggling away.

“Here, try
one of these—a nursing mother’s best friend on a night out. And hurry, I know
you just pumped for the sitter, but I can practically see you filling from
here.” Caroline handed Jaime the sports bras and moved around behind her to
help her unhook. “These should help keep things compressed enough all night.”

Jaime
straightened, stretching her arms up to let Caroline undo her and slip off the
too-small bra, her wet eyes on the verge of tears.

Poor
thing
, Caroline thought, seeing the younger woman’s emotions ready to spill
out just like her engorged breasts in the tight fabric of her too-small bra.
Jaime gasped as Caroline slipped the sports bra gently over her full breasts,
her nipples hardening immediately.

“Sorry, I
know how you feel, but you’re just, well—so big! Dunno if I could handle
twins!”

“What choice
do I have?” Jaime crossed her arms under her heavy breasts and palmed her
sensitive nipples to rub them. Still watching in the mirror, Caroline’s brows
rose and eyes widened as she caught Jaime, eyes closed, in a sigh that was both
pain and pleasure at the same time. She knew the feeling well enough herself. “You
know, when Rob was last home on leave, I couldn’t keep him off them. He even
wanted to, you know, fuck them until I was
so
sore. It was like having
three babies, I swear! I felt like the Dairy Queen!” Jaime’s eyes fluttered
open and she gave a shy smile and blush as she realized Caroline was admiring
her.

The young
women held each other’s gaze in the mirror for a beat before Jaime broke the
moment with a glowing pulse of the blush in her cheeks and neck and an
embarrassed outburst. “Well, you know it’s true, Caroline! You know it is! No
one talks about it but we all know it…if it didn’t feel good we wouldn’t do it,
right? Oh, Caroline I don’t know if I can even do this anymore. Tell me I’m
doing the right thing. Please? Rob hasn’t been the same since his first tour in
Iraq, and this separation, or divorce—oh, who the hell knows with him—is
killing me!” The tears finally came.

Caroline
wrapped her arms around Jaime from behind and Jaime gripped her hands and
pulled her closer.

“Oh, hon,
you know you’re crazy with the hormones, and we both know you’ll do whatever’s
best for those two babies. We always do. I think it was easier for me, knowing
The Asshole—don’t laugh, that’s an official title—knowing I’d never see him
again after he saw Kyle’s heart beating on that ultrasound DVD I slipped in on
him instead of last night’s band video. Rock-A-Billy Zombies…who the hell
leaves their baby momma for something called the Rock-A-Billy Zombies? Well, my
little man and me, we don’t need the chickenshit anyway!”

“I don’t
know how to do this without Rob.” Jaime’s lower lip trembled and Caroline had
an incredible urge to kiss it and make it all better.
Poor thing
, she
thought again. Instead, she touched her finger to her friend’s bottom lip as if
to silence her.

“We’ll do it
together, how about that?”

“Thanks.”
Jaime put her head on Caroline’s shoulder. “I don’t know what I would have done
if we hadn’t meet.”

Caroline
gave her a gentle squeeze. “Well we can thank the Mommy and Me group for that
tonight—if we make it. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, or we’re going to
miss the appetizers. And if you can’t have drinks, at least you can pig out on
those, since you’re burning an extra thousand calories a day!”

“Okay.”
Jaime brightened, turning toward the mirror and adjusting her sports bra over
the mounds of her breasts before reaching for the glittery black top hanging on
a hook behind the bathroom door. “Let’s get this party started!”

“That’s my
girl.” Caroline grinned, nodding in approval as Jaime slipped her top on. Both
women startled when Jaime’s apartment intercom buzzer sounded. “And there’s our
babysitter!”

Jaime dabbed
at her wet eyes with Kleenex. “Can you get it?”

“Sure.”

The
30-free-days of supersitters.com had paid off.  Jeanie was not much older than
the two young mothers, maybe late 20’s, but she was all Nanny and the Professor…calm,
warm and organized—minus the British accent.

The babies were
asleep in what passed for the nursery of Jaime’s two-bedroom apartment, with
Caroline’s little man, eighteen-month-old Kyle, asleep in the pack’n’play—hopefully
for the night. The twins, of course, would be up to eat again and Jeanie called
off her checklist, double checking the supply of Jaime’s pumped milk in the fridge,
as Caroline and Jaime finished getting ready for Moms’ Night Out—the first one
they’d been able to afford since joining the Mommy and Me group, and then only
because they had pooled their money for a sitter.

As the two
young mothers said good-bye-thank-you’s and ran out the door ten minutes late
they turned around for each other to check hair, face, butt, legs and shoes,
but they forgot to double check for the portable breast pump Caroline had
brought in her purse. Jaime’s breast pump was a Craig’s List model, in great
shape, and okay for lunchtime at the elementary school where she taught, but
far too big for a Moms’ Night Out at Olive Garden. There it sat on Jaime’s bed
in a pile of unchosen skirts and stockings as the door clacked closed.

Neither of
them realized it until their entrees arrived, the restaurant packed, their
table of ten women chattering and laughing louder than most. Caroline was on
her third margarita—since Jaime couldn’t drink and served as the perfect
designated driver—and she was feeling it, her face flushed, her skin tingling.
That’s when Jaime leaned over and whispered, “I’m leaking,” and Caroline
checked her purse for the pump, shaking her head, wide-eyed with dismay, when
she came up empty-handed, and both women sat, open-mouthed, blinking at each
other in disbelief.

“Everything
okay?” Nicki asked, eyes slanting as she watched Jaime slip out of her chair.
Nicki was the head of their Mommy and Me group and ran it like a cross between
a military operation and American Idol. There was an interview process to get
in, and once accepted, you had to commit to two functions per month, or you
were tossed out.

“Just a
bathroom break.” Caroline watched her friend threading her way through the
tables. It was her fault Jaime was in this mess and she felt awful. Not only
that, but if they had to go home early, both of them might get tossed out of
the group. Did half a night count, she wondered?

Caroline
stood, dropping her napkin onto her chair. “Be right back.”

She found
Jaime in the bathroom, as she’d expected, locked into one of the stalls.
Caroline knocked. Olive Garden had completely private stalls, which she
remembered well from nursing Kyle. She used to be too shy to breastfeed in
public and would only come to the Olive Garden for dinner whenever the
opportunity arose because they had such ample bathroom privacy. Of course, it
wasn’t easy balancing on a toilet to feed a baby, but beggars couldn’t be
choosers. Caroline smiled at the memory of her anxiety about public nursing. By
the time Kyle was eight months and old enough to lift her shirt, she would whip
it out anywhere.

“Sweetie?
It’s me. Open up.”

The lock
slid over and the door swung open, revealing a dejected Jaime sitting fully
clothed on the toilet, stuffing folded paper towels into her bra. Caroline’s
heart melted. If only she hadn’t forgotten the damned pump!

“I’m leaking
like crazy. It’s killing me! They’re so tender!” Jaime wailed, pulling a wad of
paper towel out. It was literally dripping with milk. “What am I going to do? I
don’t want to have to go home.”

“I know,
hon, me neither.” Caroline cocked her head, frowning as she watched Jaime reach
for toilet paper, wadding it up in her hand. Caroline stopped her. “Wait.”

Jaime looked
up, quizzical. “You got a better idea?”

“I actually
do.” Caroline took her friend’s hands, pulling her to her feet. Their eyes
locked and Caroline felt a flutter of excitement and anxiety in her belly. “Do
you trust me?”

“Yeahhhh…”
Jaime’s face told a different story, but she allowed Caroline to move around
her, the women trading places, Caroline sitting and Jaime standing.

“Okay, close
your eyes,” Caroline instructed.

“What?”

“Trust me.” She
was drunk, she knew it—and maybe, she decided, she could use that as an excuse
later. She’d done a lot of things that seemed like a good idea at the time when
she was drunk, things she had simply wanted to do but hadn’t the courage. This,
she decided, was one of those situations where she might say she was remorseful
later and blame it on the margaritas—but in her heart, she knew she wouldn’t
really regret it for a minute.

“Okay.”
Jaime sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her blonde head as Caroline began to
lift her friend’s shirt up over her belly. “What are you—?”

“Shh!”
Caroline chided, pulling Jaime’s shirt off and gently freeing her heavy breasts
from her sports bra. “Keep them closed.”

Jaime was
nude from the waist up now, wearing just a black mini and heels, and she was
shivering. Her nipples were hard and beads of milky-white fluid gathered at the
tips, falling in fat droplets to the bathroom floor. Caroline took in the
breathless sight of her briefly before cupping one of her friend’s breasts in
her hands and beginning to suckle.

“Caroline!
No! Oh my god! No! What…?”

Caroline
didn’t let up, suckling hard, swallowing deeply. She hadn’t given any thought
to how breast milk and margaritas were going to mix, but Jaime’s milk was sweet
and went down like cream. Jaime’s hands went to Caroline’s hair, at first
attempting to push her off, her thin, lithe body squirming against the side of
the bathroom stall as if she could wiggle away.

“Nooo!”
Jaime wailed, but Caroline watched her friend’s face, seeing the immediate
relief there. “Oh… oh… that’s… that’s so much better already!”

 “You said
Rob did this, right?” She took a brief moment to ask the question before
beginning to suckle again. There was so much milk it flooded her mouth
instantly and Caroline swallowed and swallowed, looking up at Jaime as she
opened her eyes in wonder, watching her friend’s mouth work against her breast.

“Yeah, he
likes it.” Jaime flushed. “I always said he was stealing the baby’s milk to
make him stop, but he knew better.”

“It’s true.”
Caroline grinned up at her, lips wet with milk. “It’s like the Doritos
slogan—eat all you want, we’ll make more.”

“It’s true.
Plus it
does
feel good.” Jaime giggled and bit her lip, looking shyly
down at her friend. “Oh god, please, will you do the other one too?”

Caroline’s
only answer was to cup Jaime’s other breast in both hands, stretching to cover
her pink nipple with her mouth and beginning to suck. Jaime gave a little sigh,
shifting her weight closer, giving Caroline more access. Jaime’s milk came warm
and fast and Caroline felt herself getting dizzy as she suckled and swallowed,
hearing Jaime’s breath coming faster, almost as fast as her own, soft mewls
escaping her friend’s throat.

“Is this
turning you on as much as it is me?” She managed to gasp before leaning in to
lick a rivulet of milk dripping down Jaime’s firm breast, following the trail
back up to her nipple so she could begin sucking again.

“Uh-huh,”
Jaime admitted, her eyes just slits, lips wet and parted, face and chest
flushed.

“You can
touch yourself,” Caroline encouraged. She could feel how wet she was herself
just from sucking on Jaime’s nipples. She could barely keep her own hand from
between her thighs. “Go ahead.”

“Really?”
Jaime whispered, glancing around, as if someone might see them, but the stall
was enclosed, the bathroom empty. Caroline’s tongue, making circles around her
nipple now, no longer just serving the purpose of emptying her breasts of milk,
relieving the pressure, but intentionally moving to give her pleasure, seemed
to push Jaime over the edge. She hiked her skirt up, pushing the black panties
she’d worn aside, giving Caroline a clear view of her curly blonde bush. She
was so wet, her pubic hair was glistening in the fluorescents.

“Oh god…”
Jaime gasped, sliding a finger between her fat pussy lips, easily circling her
clit. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Please… Please don’t stop
sucking…”

“I promise,”
Caroline breathed, her head moving back and forth, sucking first one, then the
other. Jaime’s fingers made a thick, squishy sound as she started to finger
herself, eyes half-closed, breath coming even faster. “Oh you taste so good.
Rub yourself off, hon, that’s it. Faster. God that makes me so wet!”

Jaime opened
her eyes and looked at her, cocking her head to the side. “Do you want to… you
know…?”

“You don’t
care?” Caroline breathed, her pussy pulsing at the thought.

“No.” Jaime
blushed, but her fingers moved even faster. “I think it would be hot.”

“Me too.”
Caroline moaned softly as she hiked up her own skirt, the crotch of her
underwear almost as wet as Jaime’s bra had been when she peeled it off. Her
clit practically sighed in relief as she slid her hand under the elastic band
of her panties and began to rub it. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her
throat, but she kept her promise, her mouth fastened over Jaime’s slick, milky
nipple, sucking and swallowing at intervals.