0 comments/ 145758 views/ 32 favorites Nursing Aid By: WayWordGirll Sophie's babysitter was half an hour late. The girls had just gone down for their nap and if the doorbell rang, they would be awake and cranky all afternoon. Leaving the door ajar, she stood at the kitchen counter and quickly made her shopping list. Maggie showed up panting, with rumpled hair. Sophie knew that Maggie's parents were out of town and the high school senior was rumored to have a boyfriend against her parents' wishes. She had young love once, before kids and work and life got in the way. She reminded Maggie to leave the boyfriend at home and advised that she would be home in a couple of hours, hopefully before the twins woke up from their nap. Sophie waived to her friend Melanie and they headed into the grocery store for their weekly adult chat time. They both had sitters so they could shop in peace and used the hour to catch up on gossip and compare notes on their kids. Melanie's son was two and was great at giving Sophie helpful tips for her four month old twin girls. Mrs. Baker, with her eight month old son Alex spotted the women picking out bananas and headed their way. Alex, busy cutting teeth, was crying for all he was worth and Mandy couldn't console him. Sophie silently swore and excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Alex's crying had caused her hyper productive breast to swell painfully with milk. The restroom was empty when Sophie went into the large stall at the end of the room and sat on the closed toilet seat lid. She opened the front of her baby doll top and unsnapped the closure of her nursing bra. "Sophie, are you in here?" Melanie called. "I'm in the last stall. I'll be out in a few minutes," she called back. "Everything ok?" Melanie sounded concerned. "Yeah. It was just Alex's crying... You remember what that does..." Sophie responded while rubbing her breasts. "I know something that helps. Let me come in," Melanie's voice had dropped to a whisper and her shoes were visible under the stall door. "I've been there and I've seen it all, remember, don't be shy." Sophie hesitantly unlocked the door and turned away as her friend walked into the small space and closed the door behind her. Melanie's hand gently rubbed her shoulder and coaxed her to turn around and gently pressed her down so she was sitting on the toilet lid again. Sophie stared down at her aching breasts and then up at her smiling friend. Melanie kneeled on the floor between Sophie's knees and placed her hands on her friend's thighs. "This won't hurt," she whispered as she slid rest of Sophie's top down to her waist, leaving her breasts partially covered by her nursing bra. Melanie gently removed the bra, sighing as Sophie's hard breasts sprang free. Sophie watched Melanie on her knees in front of her. She was fascinated as Melanie removed her bra and stared at her breasts. She'd forgotten what it felt like to have them touched by adult hands and closed her eyes when Melanie's reached out to caress them. She could feel milk starting to bead around her hard nipples and Melanie's hands massaging her breasts, causing her milk to flow more freely. Melanie licked her soft lips and looked up at Sophie. Her friend's eyes were closed and she was smiling when Melanie's mouth closed over Sophie's nipple, suckling gently. She continued to massage Sophie's breast with one hand as her other hand slipped under Sophie's loose shorts and caressed her cunt. Sophie gasped and watched Melanie's mouth working against her breast. Her hips were rocking, pushing her cunt against Melanie's hand. She worked her hands though Melanie's hair, pulling her closer and was rewarded with Melanie's lips vibrating against her nipple. Melanie was humming. Sophie's fingers were wrapped through her hair and she continued to draw Sophie's breast into her mouth. Her fingers were soaked with Sophie's cum and Sophie was rocking against her, pulling her closer. The breast in her mouth was still taunt but no longer hard; she quickly changed sides, pulling Sophie's other nipple into her mouth and massaging the breast. She changed the rhythm of her fingers, using short fast strokes against Sophie's clit and resumed humming. She wanted Sophie to cum. Sophie moaned. Melanie's fingers brushed lightly against her clit and she pushed back against them, hard. Melanie's lips were vibrating around her nipple and it was sending shock waves down to her cunt. Her body tensed and her back arched. She came. Sophie moaned right before she came. Melanie slowed then stopped her fingers. She released the breast in her mouth with one last flicker of her tongue and rocked back on her heels. Her hand was covered in Sophie's cum when she removed it from her friend's shorts. Standing up, Melanie quietly turned around and exited the stall. She listened to Sophie right her clothes and flush the toilet as she washed her hands and tried to straighten her hair. Sophie tried to wipe away some of the cum and straightened her clothes. She flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall to find Melanie standing next to the sink drying her hands. "Wow," it was all she could say. Melanie smiled, "I'm always happy to help and you have my number... Now, we were looking for bananas..." The two mommies exited the bathroom. Nursing an E.M.T. I was working the 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. shift when it happened. My medic partner and I had just returned from a bullshit call where someone in the projects "fell out" then decided they didn't want transported, so we rolled an ALS unit for nothing. We settled in the recliners in the crew lounge to watch "South Park" figuring we'd likely get to see the entire episode and maybe even the next one before it was our turn to go out again. It was a week-night, and as usual, not a whole hellava lot going on after midnight in that little burg by the lake. Then all hell broke loose... pagers beeping like crazy: "EC-41... Shots fired at 12th and Peninsula. MPD en route; ALS backup needed for West Lake EMS." "EC-37... Unresponsive male, 1201 E. 26th. Caller reported chest pains." "EC-42... EMS assist for EFD. Structure fire, 700 block Peach Street." "Hey! Keep it down! We're trying to watch South Park!" my partner teased as the other crews scrambled to get rolling, then settled back down in his recliner. Once again the lounge was quiet, but not for very long. About two minutes later: "EC-48..." "FUCK!" Jimmy yelled to the empty room. "EC-48... Call the comm center on the land line." So, I did. "What's up?" I asked Julie, one of the 9-1-1 operators on the graveyard shift. "You're not going to believe this," she began. "An 18 year-old guy overdosed on Viagra... he's been, well, you know, for about six hours now." Part of me, well, a big part of me wanted to start howling with laughter, and I guess a little part of me did. When I told Jimmy our call assignment, he did howl with laughter. But, really, it is a serious thing. "What the fuck is a kid doing with Viagra?" Jimmy snickered as we rolled out of the garage and acknowledged that we were en route. "Christ! What an idiot!" "Well maybe at least his girlfriend had a good time," I said, as I flipped the switch for the bar lights. So... we get to the address. But instead of finding a "girlfriend" it's the kid's mother who greets us at the door. "What happened?" Jimmy asked, trying to get serious, and doing a good job of it, too. "He was, uh..." the mother started to say. "Goddammed idiot was jerking off!" the kid's father laughed from his spot in his own recliner... watching "South Park"... "And he got scared when it wouldn't go down!" "George!" the mother snapped. "If you'd keep that stuff put away where I told you this wouldn't have happened!" Well, to move this story along... yep, the kid was, well, you know. Elevated BP, cold sweats... basically scared shitless. We packaged him for transport and got rolling to Hamot, with his parents following. Jimmy made me do the report when we got there since he was just laughing too hard. I wanted to smack him! I mean, there's a reason they say "If erection lasts longer than 4 hours seek emergency medical assistance." This is serious stuff! And that was the end of our involvement in that. The other three units still hadn't cleared, so we needed to get back in service as soon as possible. Before calling in, I figured it would be a good idea to restock our sheets and blankets, so while Jimmy dressed the stretcher and stowed it, I went down the hall to the linen closet. I didn't know that I wasn't alone in there until the light suddenly went out. "What took you so long," Jan, my girlfriend at the time, and an ER nurse cooed. She grabbed me in a tight hug and in between deep wet kisses, heavy breathing and crotch groping, she managed to get me up... without the help of Viagra! "Honey, no... we have to get back..." I panted. I don't think she heard me, though. Before I knew it, her hand was inside my fly and my dick was out... and leaking pre-cum jizz. She stroked me with one hand and tickled my balls with the other. Suddenly, our pants fell to our ankles, then I picked her up and planted her ass on a counter top inside the small closet. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she guided me inside her. "No E.D. in the ER tonight, Hon!" And just when I was getting to the short strokes... "EC-48... EC-48... are you in service yet? Additional unit needed, 700 block of Peach Street.