Breastfeeding Best Friend for Relief

This is my first story. The buildup is slow so if you're looking for the sex skip at least halfway down the page or take a pass. The story is about my wife and her best friend on a trip away together. My wife needs relief from the milk buildup and reluctantly asks her best friend for help. I like stories where the characters find themselves inadvertently in a sexual situation and don't have to immediately confront an otherwise implausible scenario, so that's the style I was going for. I hope you also find the slow seduction as satisfying as I do.

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Amelia sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the small box in her hands. It was her birthday, and her husband Simon had given her a gift. She opened it eagerly, and inside was a shiny, golden ticket.

"It's a vacation," Simon explained, grinning from ear to ear. "To the Dominican Republic. For you and Mary. Just the two of you, to relax and have some fun. You deserve it."

Amelia's eyes widened in excitement. She had been looking forward to a trip with her best friend for months, but with a newborn baby at home, she didn't think it was possible. But now, thanks to Simon's thoughtfulness, she could finally go.

"When do we leave?" Mary asked, bouncing up and down on the bed next to Amelia.

"In a week," Simon replied. "But you'll have to leave the baby behind. He's too young to travel."

Amelia's heart sank at the thought of leaving her precious little one behind, but the excitement of the trip soon took over. She and Mary spent the next few days packing and planning their itinerary.

As the day of their departure arrived, Amelia hugged her baby tightly and kissed his soft, chubby cheeks. She knew he would be in good hands with Simon, but it still felt like a piece of her was missing as she boarded the plane.

But as the plane soared above the clouds and the sun began to set, Amelia's worries melted away. She and Mary would spend the week lounging on the beautiful beaches.

When they arrived at the beach, they checked into their hotel and headed straight for the sandy shore. They spent the day lounging in the sun, swimming in the crystal clear water, and playing beach games. As the sun began to set, they built a bonfire and roasted marshmallows, chatting and giggling late into the night.

As Amelia sat on the beach, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt and worry. She had been gone for three days now, and she knew that her breasts were probably overflowing with milk. She had left her breast pump at home, thinking that she would be gone for such a short time that she wouldn't need it. But now, she was regretting that decision.

She tried to push the thoughts to the back of her mind and enjoy her vacation with Mary, but she found it hard to relax. Every time she thought about her baby, she felt a pang of guilt and longing. She knew that her husband was taking good care of the little one, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she should be there with them.

As the days went on, Amelia's breasts became increasingly uncomfortable and tender. She knew that she needed to do something to relieve the pressure, but she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to ruin her vacation by leaving early, but she also didn't want to risk getting sick.

Finally, after much internal debate, Amelia decided to talk to Mary about her problem. She knew that her friend would understand and maybe even have some ideas for how to help.

"Mary," she said, "I have something kind of embarrassing to tell you. I left my breast pump at home, and now my breasts are so full of milk that it's really uncomfortable. I don't know what to do."

Mary's face softened with concern. "Oh, Amelia, I had no idea. Why didn't you tell me sooner? We can try to find a store that sells breast pumps or see if we can borrow one from someone. Don't worry, we'll figure something out."

Mary suggested they head back to the hotel and find a pharmacy where they could purchase a breast pump.

Feeling relieved, Amelia and Mary made their way back to the hotel, determined to find a solution to Amelia's predicament. As they navigated the bustling streets of the city, they were struck by the vibrant culture and lively atmosphere of the Dominican Republic.

The day exploring the city was glorious, but after trying multiple pharmacies, they realized they were out of luck finding a breast pump.

The next day, Amelia's discomfort continued to grow. Her breasts were tender and painful and she was in tears, feeling desperate and overwhelmed.

Mary, noticing her friend's distress, asked, "Amelia, please, is there anything I can do to help? You know you don't have to go through this alone."

Amelia hesitated, feeling awkward. "I don't know," she said. "I really don't want to bother you with this."

But Mary insisted. "Amelia, you're my best friend. I want to help you in any way I can.

I have an idea; Listen, why don't you show me your technique for expressing milk by hand? I've had two kids, maybe I can offer suggestions.

Feeling grateful for her friend's support, Amelia agreed. She carefully undressed, exposing her breast. Mary watched, unsure of what to do.

Amelia showed her how to gently massage and squeeze her breast, hoping to express some milk. But despite a few suggestions and their best efforts, nothing seem to increase the flow.

Amelia was disappointed and frustrated, but Mary was there to comfort her. "It's okay, Amelia," she said. "We'll figure this out together. Don't worry, You're not alone."

Amelia was in pain and despair as she fastened her top. Her breasts were swollen and tender, and she felt like she was at her wit's end. Mary put her arm around her, trying to comfort her.

"I don't know how to help, Amelia, but I'll do anything," Mary said, her voice filled with concern.

Amelia was quiet, whimpering in pain as she clutched her swollen breasts. "I wish my baby was here to help relieve the pain," she said, tears streaming down her face.

Mary didn't know what to say. She felt helpless and unsure of how to help her friend. All she could do was give her a hug.

After a moment, eyes down, Amelia softly spoke up. "The only thing that seems to work is to suck out the milk," she said, her voice trembling.

She paused, letting her words fall into the air, uncertain how they would be received.

"I've heard that some women use their partner's mouth to relieve the pressure," Amelia whispered, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I mean... " she stammered , "obviously I'm not asking you to do that. It's too much."

The conversation between Amelia and Mary was definitely awkward and uncomfortable at first. Amelia was hesitant to bring up the idea of sucking out the milk, knowing that it was something that most people might find strange or even gross.

But as the pain and discomfort in her breasts became more and more unbearable, she knew that she had to do something to find relief. So, with a trembling voice and downcast eyes, she broached the topic with Mary.

Mary was taken aback by the request, not sure how to react. On one hand, she understood Amelia's desperation and wanted to help her find relief. But on the other hand, the idea of sucking on her friend's nipples was definitely outside of her comfort zone.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" Mary asked, trying to be as supportive as possible. "I mean, it's not something I've ever heard of before."

Amelia nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "I know it's weird, and I wouldn't ask if I had any other choice," she said, her voice shaking. "But I just can't take the pain anymore. I'll understand if you don't want to do it, but I really need your help."

Mary thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. She knew that it would be an awkward and uncomfortable experience, but she also knew that Amelia was her best friend and that she would do anything to help her.

In the end, Mary made the decision to give it a try. "Okay, let's give it a shot," she said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "I'll do my best to help you out."

"I've never tasted it," Mary admitted, blushing.

Mary hesitated, feeling awkward and unsure.

"Okay," she said finally. Trying to work up some courage and convince herself.

"We can try it. It needn't be awkward. We're friends. I'm doing this to help you out. It doesn't have to be weird."

Amelia was grateful for Mary, but she wasn't sure if she could go through with it.

"Don't be embarrassed," Mary replied, reaching out to squeeze her friend's hand.

"We're best friends. I want to help you out of this difficult situation. I can see how painful it must be for you."

Amelia felt immense gratitude at her friend's offer. She didn't want to impose, but the pain was debilitating and she was desperate for relief.

"Thank you, Mary," Amelia said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I really appreciate it."

Mary nodded, a look of determination on her face. "Let's get you prepared," she said, standing up and moving to the other side of the room.

Amelia slowly got undressed, down to her bra and underwear, feeling a bit shy and exposed.

As Amelia and Mary sat on the bed, trying to figure out how to go about relieving Amelia's engorged breasts, they both felt a little awkward and unsure. They had never done anything like this before, and they weren't quite sure how to position themselves.

Amelia's breasts were so full that they were tender and sore to the touch, and she was afraid that any kind of rough handling would be too much to bear. She wasn't sure if she should lie down or sit up, or if Mary should sit or stand.

"I don't know how to do this," Mary said, sounding a little uncertain. "I don't want to hurt you, but I don't want to make things more uncomfortable either. Do you have any ideas?"

Amelia shook her head. "I'm not sure," she said. "I've never done this before either. I guess we could try different positions and see what works best."

They tried a few different positions, but none of them seemed to be quite right. They were both feeling a little bent out of shape and uncomfortable, and they were starting to worry that this wasn't going to work.

Finally, after much trial and error, they found a position that seemed to work best. Amelia sat on the bed with her back against a pillow on the headboard, with Mary seated on a chair next to her.

Amelia, wearing a bra, hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and reached up to unfasten her top.

As she peeled the fabric away, Mary caught a glimpse of Amelia's breasts, swollen and heavy with milk. They were a deep pink colour, the nipples taut and sensitive. Mary couldn't help but feel a little awestruck by the sight. She had never seen anything like it before.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mary asked, her voice a little uncertain. "I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

Amelia nodded firmly. "I'm sure," she said. "I'm in a lot of pain, and I know this is the only way to relieve it. I trust you, Mary. You're my best friend."

She knew that this wasn't something that most people would be comfortable with, but she was so grateful to have Mary by her side. She knew that she could always count on her friend to be there for her, no matter what.

Amelia's nipples looked swollen and engorged, stretched tight and shiny with leaking milk. The skin around them was red and sensitive, and she winced in pain every time she tried to touch them.

The milk itself was thin and white, with a slightly sweet smell. It dripped from the tips of her nipples, staining her clothes and leaving a wet patch on the bedspread.

Amelia tried to cover her breasts with a towel or shirt to catch the drips, but it was a losing battle. The milk seemed to be coming from an endless supply, and no matter how much she expressed, there always seemed to be more and the pressure was still getting worse.

You can't imagine how much this hurts.

You're such a kind friend to do this for me.

They had never done anything like this before, and they both felt a mix of uncertainty and nervousness as they prepared to try it.

Amelia was seated on the bed, her back against the headboard, with Mary perched beside her.

Mary hesitated for a moment, looking at Amelia with a mixture of concern and uncertainty.

Mary took a deep breath and tried to push aside her reservations. She knew that this was an important moment for Amelia, and she didn't want to let her down.

So, with a mixture of nervousness and determination, Mary leaned in and gently took Amelia's breast into her mouth. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling, and she had to fight the urge to pull back.

Amelia closed her eyes, trying to relax and focus on the sensation. It was uncomfortable and awkward, but she could feel the pressure and pain starting to subside as the milk began to flow slowly.

As Mary tried to stimulate the flow of milk from Amelia's engorged breasts, she found that it wasn't as easy as she had hoped. At first, only a steady but small trickle of milk came out, no matter how hard she tried.

Mary started to gently stimulate Amelia's nipple with her tongue, pushing it back-and-forth, trying to encourage the milk to flow.

She could see the milk ducts contracting as she worked, but the flow was still slow and sluggish.

She knew that she had to be patient and keep trying, so she kept at it, using her lips and tongue to gently suck and nuzzle at the sensitive skin.

She could see the milk starting to bead up on the surface of Amelia's skin, and she knew that she was getting close. Mary pulled the nipple taught in her lips then let it go with a squeeze and flick of the tongue, squishing and stimulating it with the tip of her tongue.

Finally, after another minute of patient work, Mary felt a sudden gush of milk against her lips. She pulled back in surprise, then grinned as she saw the milk streaming out of Amelia's nipples.

"It's working!" she exclaimed, grinning at Amelia. "You're doing it, Amelia! You're getting the milk to flow!"

Amelia felt a wave of relief wash over her as the milk finally started to come out.

She looked down at her best friend, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared understanding. She could see the pleasure and relief on Amelia's face as she worked, and it spurred her on.

As Mary continued to suck on Amelia's breast, the relief was almost instantaneous. Amelia felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, grateful for her friend's willingness to help.

The two women exchanged intimate glances, both feeling a sense of connection and intimacy. Amelia couldn't help but feel a close connection, her body tingling with anticipation.

As the flow of milk from Amelia's engorged breasts became steady and strong, Mary found herself at a bit of a loss. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't quite sure what to do with all the milk and she was afraid she was going to spill it all over the bed.

So she made a quick decision and started swallowing the milk as it flowed out of Amelia's breasts. It was a little strange at first, but as she got used to the taste and texture, she found that she actually enjoyed it.

Amelia looked a little surprised at first, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the experience as well. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of contentment as the milk flowed steadily from her breasts.

Amelia watched Mary start to get the hang of expressing milk. She tasted the milk herself and was surprised by how sweet it was. Mary didn't seem to find it unpleasant either.

After a moment, Mary stopped and looked up then shyly asked, "shall I do your other breast?"

Amelia's eyes closed as she nodded, feeling a mix of emotions. She was grateful for her friend's help, but there was also a growing sense of pleasure that she couldn't deny.

Amelia's nipples had undeniably hardened in Mary's lips and she hoped her friend hadn't noticed.

Amelia closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of contentment as Mary's lips and tongue worked their magic on her sensitive nipples. She could feel the milk flowing steadily from her breasts, and it was a wonderful feeling.

As the pleasure built inside her, Amelia found that her body was responding in ways that she hadn't expected. She could feel herself getting aroused, and as Mary continued to work, she found herself arching her back and pressing her breasts against her friend's mouth.

In her head, Amelia knew that this was a completely unconventional and possibly even awkward situation. But her body didn't seem to care about that. It was responding purely to the pleasure and sensation, and Amelia found herself lost in the moment.

As she suckled and teased Amelia's nipples, she could feel them hardening in her mouth, and it was a strange and exciting feeling.

The stiffening nipples were so unexpectedly erotic to her, and she pretended they needed extra attention from her lips and tongue. She had always known that breasts were a source of pleasure and arousal, but she had never experienced it quite like this.

She found herself getting more and more turned on as she continued to work, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Amelia's nipples in her mouth during more intimate moments. The thought made her blush and feel a little guilty, but she couldn't help it.

As Mary continued to suckle, Amelia's relief was changing into arousal. She let out a whimper, trying to maintain the innocence of the situation. But Mary was starting to use her tongue more aggressively on her breasts and circling around her nipples making it difficult for Amelia to hide her pleasure.

Amelia, too, was starting to respond to the touch of her friend. She had been in so much pain before, but now she was feeling a deep sense of pleasure and relaxation. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of contentment as Mary's lips and tongue worked over her breasts and closed around her sensitive nipples.

Mary was horny too. She could feel her own nipples hardening, pressing against her t-shirt and her breathing was getting faster. She watched as Amelia's eyes rolled back and closed. Amelia's mouth started to open and she drew in a long breath arching her back and pressing her breasts against Mary's mouth, lost in the pleasure of the moment. That Amelia was responding this way was the biggest turn on of all.

Mary's touch slowly started to change too, from nurturing to erotic, her mouth on her nipples and hands exploring Amelia's body with increasing intensity. Amelia couldn't help but respond, her body becoming more and more charged.

At first, Amelia tried to deny what was happening. She told herself that this was just a way to relieve her discomfort, nothing more.

She didn't want to let on that she was enjoying this, but it was hard to maintain the innocence of the situation.

Mary too was surprised by what was happening here, shy to admit to Amelia, or herself, that she was enjoying this, but she couldn't help to feel a distant, tingling sensation between her legs and she could feel her heart racing.

She tried to focus on the task at hand, helping Amelia to relieve the discomfort of her engorged breasts.

Amelia had closed her eyes, and as her body was starting to relax on the bed she wrapped her arms tenderly around Mary.

Mary didn't know what to do. She too wanted to continue, to explore this new and exciting sensation, but she was also afraid of crossing a line. She didn't want to ruin her friendship with Amelia by making things awkward or uncomfortable. She considered pulling back, sitting up straight and returning to the safety of their friendship.

But.....

She was caught up in the moment. She could feel her skin tingling, and she didn't want it to end.