Betrayed By My Best Friend

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Maam, youll need to take your top off completely, yes, your bra too.

Please sit up and lift your chest a little.

On the wide bed, the curvy woman reclined halfway back, her upper body bare as she placed herself in the hands of the strange man at the bedside, trembling as milk leaked under his touch.

My name is Emily Parker, and I had been married for one year with a baby boy when I ran into a painful blocked-milk problem during breastfeeding.

Every day, my breasts were swollen and aching, day and night, and no matter how my husband touched or massaged me, it didnt help.

My best friend said it was because my husband didnt know the right technique, and that I needed a professional lactation consultant.

So, right after my husband left for a business trip, the lactation consultant my best friend found for me showed up at my door.

Hello, maam, my name is Tyler Brooks, Im twenty-two, and Ive been working as a lactation consultant for three years.

Standing in front of me was a tanned young man with a shy, sunny smile.

I froze, then quickly messaged my best friend to ask why he was a man, but she said he was the only consultant with a 100% positive review rate.

Tyler seemed to notice my hesitation and quickly said, Maam, please dont worry, Ive had formal training, and I promise Ill use the most professional and comfortable techniques to solve your milk blockage.

I glanced at his hands without thinking, and they were large, defined, with raised veins, looking very masculine.

For some reason, an image flashed through my mind of him using those hands to hold my...

Oh my God!

How could I think something like that?

Afraid the young man in front of me would see such shameless thoughts on my face, I asked, How long does the treatment take?

It couldnt take too long, because if a man kept coming to my house and someone saw, they would think I was already restless right after having a baby.

If it goes quickly, three days should be enough.

I calculated silently, and my husbands business trip happened to be three days.

If I could have a male lactation consultant clear the blockage without my husband finding out, that would be the best outcome.

Soon, I lay down on the bed as instructed.

Tyler placed his hand on my chest and slowly began to massage.

A wave of tingling pleasure rushed through me, and I almost lost control and moaned out loud.

I didnt expect a lactation consultants technique to feel so good, and it was much more comfortable than when my husband tried.

But he stopped very quickly.

The comfortable feeling ended abruptly, and I asked in confusion, Whats wrong?

Maam, with your bra on, the massage wont be as effective.

I had to take off my bra?

I felt shy and wanted to refuse, but Tyler said the treatment would take longer if I kept it on.

With no other choice, I agreed.

I asked Tyler to turn around, then awkwardly removed my bra and set it aside, only speaking again after I had lain back down.

Okay.

Tyler turned around, and his gaze landed on my thin black lace bra, clearly not expecting a young mother who had just given birth to wear something so sexy.

Tyler noticed my gaze and gave me an honest smile.

Maam, you have a great figure, and your chest looks just as full with the bra on as it does without it.

His compliment made me feel a little proud, and I couldnt help lifting my chest a bit higher, though I still said modestly, My size went up a lot after breastfeeding started, and now I have to buy new bras, which is such a pain.

Under the thin silk fabric, the outline of my chest was completely visible.

Your figure is what so many women dream of having, Tyler said as he spoke, and while I was relaxed, he placed both hands over me, pushing and kneading little by little from top to bottom.

When he touched one certain spot, a moan slipped from my lips, and the front of my clothes became wet.

My face turned red as I looked awkwardly at Tyler, with two round wet marks spreading over the raised fabric on my chest, while the mans hands were still holding the soft flesh beneath.

The scene looked far too intimate.

It was the first time any man besides my husband had touched me like this.

This is a normal reaction, and if milk comes out, it means part of the blocked area has been cleared.

Tyler explained naturally, and my embarrassment gradually calmed down.

His technique was truly incredible, and every movement made me feel light-headed and dazed, while soft sounds kept slipping from my mouth, my cheeks grew hotter, my mind turned foggy, and white flashes seemed to cross my vision as if something was about to burst out.

Ah...

I let out a low cry of comfort and stared blankly at the ceiling.

When I regained my senses, I realized the clothes over my chest were completely soaked, the fabric was pushed up by my breasts, and the air was filled with the scent of milk.

Tyler was wiping his hands beside me.

I was so embarrassed that I stiffly praised him, saying, No wonder youre a top-rated lactation consultant, you really cleared the blocked milk for me.

He had even made it flow out all at once.

However, Tyler said, Todays treatment isnt over yet, and theres still one final technique left.

If you agree, Ill apply a therapeutic cream and perform a deeper massage.

I have to take everything off? I asked with a red face.

Yes.

My mind was locked in a battle, because this was a strange man.

But his technique really was professional, and the milk that had been blocked for days had finally cleared a lot.

Once the blocked-milk problem was solved, not only would my body feel much better, but my son would also be able to drink enough milk.

Thinking of that, my maternal instincts won.

In the end, I nodded.

Okay, Ill accept the deep massage.

Since Tyler was going to see me anyway, I didnt ask him to turn around this time and took off my top in front of him.

My pale body was exposed to the air, and milk still clung to my chest.

A heavier breath sounded beside me.

I looked over and saw Tyler staring straight at my chest.

He clearly hadnt done anything, but I felt as if his gaze alone had touched me, and the sensitive peaks on my chest trembled and stood upright.

Tylers breathing grew even heavier.

I had never expected my body to be this sensitive, so I coughed softly and reminded him, Can we start?

Yes, yes.

Tyler snapped back to himself and hurriedly took a jar of cream from his kit, spreading it over his hands.

I watched his movements.

Those were the very hands that would soon hold my chest.

You dont need to lie down, maam, just sit up.

Then wouldnt I be able to see every movement he made in front of my chest?

The thought made me embarrassed and nervous, and a faint thrill quietly rose inside me.

Im going to start.

Okay.

I nervously gripped the bedsheet beneath me.

Tylers hands were very warm, carrying a burning body heat, and his rough fingertips sent little electric currents over my skin.

I lowered my head and watched like that.

Those large tanned hands seemed reluctant to let go of my pale breasts.

The visual contrast of his dark hands kneading my soft white flesh somehow made my mouth dry and my breathing quicken.

I heard the sound of someone swallowing and froze.

When I turned my head, I saw Tyler unconsciously licking his lips while staring at my chest.

Under that intense stimulation, my body trembled, and white milk suddenly sprayed out onto his face.

Tyler licked the liquid at the corner of his mouth and said to me with a red face, Maam, your milk is very sweet.

In that instant, I was so embarrassed I wanted to explode, and I quickly pulled out a few tissues and handed them to him.

Im sorry, I didnt mean to, please wipe it off.

Tyler took the tissues but didnt wipe his face, and instead said to me, Actually, tasting breast milk is also part of our job, because we use the taste to judge whether the client is healthy.

There was actually a job duty like that?

So thats how it is.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed Tyler hadnt licked his lips because he had any other meaning, and he had only been doing his job.

I had thought too badly of him.

I silently despised myself for it, then took the initiative to ask, Is that enough, or do you need a little more?

Its not enough, and I need you to give me a little more, Tyler said honestly.

I picked up the cup from the bedside table and tried to collect some milk, but after squeezing hard twice, only one or two drops came out.

How could that be enough?

Thinking about how much I had wasted earlier while my son hadnt gotten a single mouthful, I couldnt help blaming myself, and tears kept falling.

Tyler was startled.

Whats wrong? Does it hurt?

He instinctively reached out and touched me.

The moment he touched me, it felt as if an electric current ran through my body, making me go weak, and for some reason I wanted to pour out my grievance to him.

I have no milk left, and my baby didnt get to drink any.

Its okay, Ill help you.

He lifted the soft flesh and squeezed gently, then frowned.

Theres a large blockage on both sides, and I somehow didnt feel it earlier.

I was shocked.

Then what do we do?

Dont worry, I have a way, Tyler comforted me.

But the next treatment is a little special, and Ill need you to wear a blindfold.

A blindfold?

I didnt understand, but Tyler said it was to help my body relax more fully and make it easier to clear the blockage.

I felt what he said made some sense, so I agreed.

After putting on the blindfold, I slowly relaxed my body to the soothing tune Tyler hummed.

Suddenly, warmth pressed against my chest, accompanied by the mans heavy breathing.

My body jolted hard, and an unbelievable realization burst into my mind.

Tyler was using his mouth to suck?

My instinct told me something was wrong, and I wanted to lift the blindfold and scold him, but my body felt light and floating.

His flexible tongue made me unable to suppress my gasps, and I actually lifted my chest to meet him without realizing it.