The lecture had been dry, though our professor somehow managed to make the topic of lactation both intriguing and slightly awkward—at least for me, given my personal connection. Chris and I walked out of class, his hand brushing mine casually like always.
“You should come over,” he said suddenly.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Why?”
“Why not?” he replied with a grin. “My parents are gone again, and it’s boring being alone in that big house. Come on, you know you want to.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re such a baby when you’re lonely. Fine, I’ll come.”
His grin widened as he led the way to the parking lot where his car waited.
We were sprawled out on his bed in no time, the dim light and familiar comfort of his room easing any lingering tension from the day.
Chris rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. “So, lactation, huh?” he said, grinning in that mischievous way that always made me groan.
“Oh, God,” I said, covering my face with my hands. “Please don’t make this weird.”
“I’m not! I’m genuinely curious,” he defended, though the amusement in his tone betrayed him. “I mean, you’re practically a walking encyclopedia on the subject now, right?”
I glared at him through my fingers, but there was no real heat in it. “Seriously? You want to talk about this?”
“Yeah, why not?” he shrugged. “I don’t get how it all works. Like, does it just… happen? Do you feel it? Is it weird?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re unbelievable. Fine, I’ll humor you.”
Sitting up, I tucked my legs beneath me and started explaining. “It all starts during pregnancy— hormones like prolactin and oxytocin prep your body to produce milk, and the let-down reflex helps release it when the baby feeds.”
“Let-down reflex?” he asked, frowning slightly in thought.
“It’s like a signal your body sends to release the milk. Sometimes you can feel it. It’s this… tingling sensation.”
“Huh,” he said, nodding. “And you’re still breastfeeding, right?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “You know, my son’s only a few months old, so he’s entirely dependent on me right now.”
Chris stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, out of nowhere, he said, “Can I taste it?”
I froze, my eyes widening. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said, a small smile on his lips. “You’re always saying it’s natural and all. I’m curious.”
“That’s… so weird, Chris,” I said, though I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.
“Come on, Cam,” he coaxed, leaning closer. “It’s not like it’s a big deal. You said it’s completely natural, right? I’ll probably never get another chance to try it.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “You’re insane. But fine. If it’ll shut you up, I’ll let you.”
His eyes lit up, and he sat up straighter. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But just a little, okay? And don’t make it weird.”
I hesitated for a moment before lifting my shirt and unclasping my nursing bra. “Alright, here,” I said, offering one breast.
Chris leaned in, his expression a little unsure. “You… are you sure you’re okay with this?”
I nodded, trying to steady my racing heart. “Yeah, just… hurry up before I change my mind.”
His lips brushed against my skin as he latched on carefully, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation. It was strange, unfamiliar, and far more intimate than I’d anticipated.
After a moment, he pulled back, licking his lips. “Wow,” he murmured. “That’s… sweeter than I expected.”
I quickly covered myself, adjusting my shirt as my cheeks burned. “Well, now you know,” I said, my voice shaky.
“Thanks,” he said softly, meeting my eyes. “For trusting me.”
I nodded, giving him a small smile. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”
“And you’re lucky I’m curious,” he teased.
I laughed, swatting his arm. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Yeah,” he replied, his grin softening. “But you love me for it.”
“Unfortunately,” I muttered, but the smile lingered on my lips.
Chris’s gaze lingered on me longer than usual. “Could I… try again? Just one more time?”
“Chris,” I started, unsure, but there was something in his eyes that made me hesitate.
“Please,” he said softly.
I sighed, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted my shirt again. This time, when he latched on, it was different— longer, more deliberate.
My breath hitched as the sensation deepened, spreading warmth through my chest. I tried to focus on our friendship, tried to remind myself to not get lost in the sudden pleasure I was starting to feel, but my body betrayed me. There was a quiet ache building that I couldn’t ignore, a strange, unwelcome heat.
“Chris,” I whispered, but he didn’t stop. His lips and tongue moved with smoothly, and I let out a gasp, my head tilting back slightly.
“Cam?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “You okay?”
I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Go on.”
Without hesitation, he returned to my breast, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin. I shivered, unable to suppress a quiet moan.
“God, Chris,” I breathed, my fingers curling into the sheets beneath me.
He moved to the other breast, his movements a little more aggressive.
“Fuck, you taste so good!” he moaned, gently kneading the other breast while sucking on the second. I felt my milk trickling out and down my skin, turning me on even more.
My head felt dizzy. I suddenly wanted to kiss him. I wanted us to take it further. A voice at the back of my head kept screaming at me, telling me it’s wrong to want such from Chris, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I buried my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp as he kept greedily sucking.
I soon regained my senses and gently pushed him back. It’s not like I had any strength to be aggressive.
He looked at me with half lidded eyes. He seemed even far more gone than I was.
“We… we should stop,” I managed to whisper.
He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah. Fuck,” he paused to lick his lower lip and scratched the back of his head.
“We should stop. I’m… I’m sorry,” he muttered.
Instinctively, I moved forward to grab his hand. “D… don’t apologize. It’s uhm… fine, I guess.”
We both fell silent, neither of us actually knowing what to say.
Then, Chris faced me again. “C… can we do this again? Maybe… forget it. I’m stupid. I’m sorry. I… I shouldn’t… fuck… Cam, I—”
I interrupted him by squeezing his hand in my grip. “It’s fine, Chris. We… we can do this again.”
I didn’t know what the hell I was agreeing to, but the words were coming out. Chris’s eyes lit up.
“Yeah?”
I smiled. “Yeah.”