by Alexandria Day
(04/25/07)
Liza ran her fingertips over the purple stretch marks that etched the sides of her belly. The pregnancy book said they'd eventually fade to a silvery white. She wondered how long that would take. Maggie was three months old already and Liza still looked four months pregnant.
She studied herself in the full length mirror. Her breasts hung heavy and full. Her once small, rose petal pink nipples were swollen and a purplish red. She hated the body that nine months of pregnancy and breast-feeding had given her. She cringed when Andrew reached for her at night. Pretending to be asleep had become a habit. A scowl wrinkled her brow and she yanked her panties on and turned away from the mirror so she didn't have to see her belly hang over the elastic.
The big, white nursing bra with the wide straps was next. She pulled on the jeans that were two sizes bigger than she'd ever worn in her life, and buttoned a white, billowy blouse. At least her sandals were pre-pregnancy size.
"I look so much better covered up," she mumbled. A whimper came from the baby monitor. Right on schedule, Maggie was waking for her seven a.m. feeding.
After nursing the baby, doing laundry, and vacuuming, Liza stepped out into the bright sunshine. The tart fragrance of freshly mowed grass filled her nostrils. The hum of traffic in the distance reminded her of a life before Maggie and the calm, quiet cul-de-sac. Birds twittered and some kind of tree toad buzzed incessantly.
Sprigs of grass had begun to claim the space between the bricks that made up the walkway. She'd have to find time to get out and take care of that. The warm sun felt good against her skin, but she felt uneasy leaving Maggie in the house alone. She rushed to the mailbox and withdrew the stack of envelopes and inky flyers.
Her steps back to the house were quick. She strained her ears, listening for the baby. Once inside, relief washed over her. Maggie slept soundly in her white, lacy bassinette.
Liza slid her fingernail beneath the flap of the VISA bill. Christ, how'd that get so high? she wondered. She tossed aside two offers for zero percent interest and almost added another envelope to the throw away pile.
Drawing it back toward her, she scanned the address: just her name and nothing else, not even a stamp. She tore the flap and shook out a thrice-folded paper. Her finger smoothed the creases and she read the short note. "You looked beautiful last night nursing the baby. I know your breasts are meant to be functional right now, but I find their fullness erotic and irresistible."
Heat flushed her cheeks and the typed letter fluttered to the floor. Liza rushed into the nursery. The rocking chair she used at night to feed Maggie sat in front of the window, the window without a shade. Rays of sun created a golden pool on the carpet. Tiny, floating dust particles swirled around in the light.
She and Andrew were new to the neighborhood and they'd never met the occupants of the duplex next door. She knew a man lived downstairs; she'd seen him leave in the mornings always dressed in a business suit. The upstairs was inhabited by a college age guy. He had longish hair and always waved during his erratic comings and goings.
Although embarrassment pulsated through her veins, a slight tingle prickled at her crotch and nipples. Which one had watched her last night? Which one found her full, stretch-marked breasts erotic?
That night when Maggie stirred, Liza jumped from the bed. Nerves nipped at her belly. A flash of guilt flickered through her as she glanced at Andrew curled up asleep. She drew the creamy satin robe around her nakedness and made haste to the nursery.
The small lamp that was always kept on cast a subtle light in the room. Maggie cried out and Liza's breasts responded in a rush of sharp prickles as her milk let down. A trickle dripped from her nipple and splashed gently on her foot like a warm raindrop.
Cradling the baby, she sat in the rocker and watched Maggie's pink, rose-bud lips clasp her nipple. A sensual longing filled her groin. Once in a while, she glanced to the window, searching for a sign that she was being watched. She saw no hint of her voyeur.
Maggie burped loudly and her tiny eyelashes fluttered closed. Liza tucked her into the crib and left her robe open. Her breasts, momentarily relieved of their burden, swayed. The cool air made her nipples retain their erect position.
Back in her own room, she tossed her robe to the floor and crawled back in bed. She snuggled against Andrew's warm back. If a stranger found her breasts attractive, maybe Andrew did too. She'd never really given him the opportunity to say how he felt; she'd been too busy loathing her new body. The strange note seemed to awaken her libido.
Andrew groaned and rolled onto his back. His dark, tussled hair contrasted against the white pillow. Liza ran her finger over the line of dark hair that grew like a marked path from his belly button to his patch of brown curls, as if pointing the way.
"Liza," he murmured and cracked open a sleepy eye. "Do you need me to get up with Maggie?" She pressed her finger against his lips and shook her head.
"I just fed her."
Liza rolled on top of him and leaned forward so his only view would be of her breasts, not her belly. Slowly, Andrew brought his hands against them. His eyes searched hers, as if checking to see if it was okay to touch her. Closing her eyes, she let out a soft sigh.
Pinching her nipples softly, Andrew drew one to his lips. His tongue flickered over it and a surge of dampness moistened Liza's crotch.
Using her hand, she positioned his cock between her legs. She rubbed the velvety head against her clit.
"I've missed you, Liza," Andrew mumbled before sucking her nipple into his mouth. The sensation was electric. The pressure of an orgasm formed in the pit of her stomach the moment his tongue swirled around her nipple. She rocked her clit against him, moaning and tensing her stomach.
Liza squeezed her eyes shut and writhed onto his cock. He slid into her and her pussy clutched a hold of him in a passionate grip. His tongue licked and sucked her nipples. His teeth nipped gently. Her orgasm mounted in a fury of heat and spasms.
Andrew wrapped his arm around her and rolled her onto her back. Straddling her chest, he moved his cock between her breasts. A sheen of sweat lubricated the tunnel. Liza pressed her flesh against his muscle. Andrew pumped and groaned and pumped and came. A trickle of thin, bluish white milk rolled down her breast and joined the pool of thick semen.
"I'm sorry I've been so weird," she whispered.
"It's okay. I just didn't know what to do. I didn't want to push you, and I stink at explaining how I feel, so I thought maybe a note would help."
Liza gulped. She wanted to laugh and she gritted her teeth to hold it in. She didn't think Andrew would find her misunderstanding very funny.
