Belinda and Anna: Bee-Stung Lips and Victory Rolls

A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships

Towelling off, Lucy scrambled to get ready for work, she kissed a still dripping wet Kenny goodbye.

She instructed him to eat something for breakfast. He knew there was a steady stream of coffee and muffins in the house. She’d feed him later tonight with only what she could offer him.

She flew down the stairs in a dizzy flurry. She was desperate to find the secrets to allow her to extend her illicit habit that drove the lust between her and Kenny.

She slammed the door closed behind her and then dived into a taxi for work and nervously waited for the familiar sight of the hospital.

Relief washed over her as the department doors appeared and in her haste, she threw down more than enough money to cover the taxi and sprinted out the taxi door. She didn’t care about the money, it was the time she was concerned about. Running down the corridor of the brightly painted ward, she knew that every moment counted.

She nodded to Tom, the head doctor and he in return gave her a shake of the head and chucked the patient list at her. This flying paper was the list of patients with a myriad of concerns. The rap sheet saw, a six month old with a respiratory infection, the mother of a 5 year old, who died yesterday wanting to talk to Lucy about the crisis that gripped the mother, a 7-year-old that has a reoccurring respiratory infection and a history of pneumonia, a 10-month-old, who needed to see a neurologist…

She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that once this was done she would be able to deal with things appropriately.

She made her rounds, carefully checking everything to make sure that nothing was out of order and everyone in her care was comfortable. Then, she spent umpteen hours writing orders and referrals to ensure that everything was completed appropriately.

 

The first sweet breath of fresh air without a patient or medical professional in distance.

Now was her chance to do what she wanted. Sneaking into the drug cupboard, Lucy knew what to do.

To increase her lactation, she would take a combination of drugs that mimicked pregnancy and she would be able to express milk more often and to a better quality.

She drew up a syringe and injected the domperidone and the prolactin to help trick her body into making more milk. A smile spread across her face, as she felt the drugs ran through her body and nature would take its course. She wanted to call Kenny now and lactate for him, right there and then. She knew she’d have to wait to tell him the news.

Despite her glee, she had to be professional. She signed out the drugs to a patient who existed, but wouldn’t always adhere to the medication. Lucy gave the patient a half dose and took the rest for herself. The patient wouldn’t be any the wiser.

She strode up to the patient’s room and handed the patient the drugs. Lucy smiled at her patient and patient’s mother and quietly left.

Lucy felt the familiar drip and she felt giddy with glee. She snuck into the lactation room and readied herself. She quickly called Kenny, who was treating general patients in the triage department.

No longer had he been called, he was there and willing to share this secret. They snuck off into a private consultation room. Leaning against the back of the door that he just shut, he peeled off her scrubs shirt and in his haste roughly massaged her breasts while he kissed her.

Their lips meshed together as Lucy licked his teeth as she felt his tounge gently slid into her mouth. Her hand slid up his back to his shoulder and he lifted one hand to her hair, digging into it and pulling her body closer to his as he kissed her more desperately. His other hand mauled her breast as to make sure that he’d get every little drop out of them.

 

The milk flowed so freely down his chin, she muffled her moan thinking about the pleasure that came from it. Every little sound he made she would respond with a resounding ‘’More! Suck harder baby!’’

In his cleverness, he peeled back and walked with her to the examination bed to enjoy her more and more. They tore each other’s clothes off and like before, he lunged for her chest. He craved her

milk, her taste. He licked her nipple and sucked on it. He made sure to tease her with what lay between his legs. Long slow strokes against her sweet spot, just to get her that little bit wetter. She

didn’t need any help, but he knew to be slow and gentle to whip her into a mess of mammary delight.

He wanted to milk her dry and never let go. He kept teasing her into this mess that cried out in milk soaked ecstasy. It was that moment in time when he too had milk soaked moment as immersed himself on the centre of their collective cravings.

In the moments that passed, they lay there and he then reached over to get wipes to help her gain her composure. She lay there, longing for Kenny’s gently touch through the wipes. He grazed against her soft skin and carefully cool her down.

He silently picked up her clothes and lay them down next to her on the bed. He leant over and kissed her once more before wishing her a great shift and silently walking out of the room to go back to work.

In a daze, she closed her eyes and thought of what she needed to do.

Get the milk pumps and make sure to taking the drugs that would bring her to astounding heights with her breasts…

Holly L. Skarsgård

Girlingingham 2016