Free Girls Only: Moms' Night Out by Selena Kitt

Moms’
Night Out
    “You look
like you’re trying to fit two bowling balls into a slingshot.” Caroline watched
in the bathroom mirror as Jaime, bent over, attempted to wiggle her milk-filled
breasts into a pink bra at least two sizes too small.
    “They’re
impossible!” Jaime sighed, lifting her breasts to show her considerable
cleavage.
    Caroline set
down her mascara in the hot mess of make-up, hair product and baby wipes on the
crowded sink before heading to the bedroom across the hall. She returned in a
flash, holding two of Jaime’s sports bras, one white and one black. Jaime was
still wiggling away.
    “Here, try
one of these—a nursing mother’s best friend on a night out. And hurry, I know
you just pumped for the sitter, but I can practically see you filling from
here.” Caroline handed Jaime the sports bras and moved around behind her to
help her unhook. “These should help keep things compressed enough all night.”
    Jaime
straightened, stretching her arms up to let Caroline undo her and slip off the
too-small bra, her wet eyes on the verge of tears.
    Poor
thing , Caroline thought, seeing the younger woman’s emotions ready to spill
out just like her engorged breasts in the tight fabric of her too-small bra.
Jaime gasped as Caroline slipped the sports bra gently over her full breasts,
her nipples hardening immediately.
    “Sorry, I
know how you feel, but you’re just, well—so big! Dunno if I could handle
twins!”
    “What choice
do I have?” Jaime crossed her arms under her heavy breasts and palmed her
sensitive nipples to rub them. Still watching in the mirror, Caroline’s brows
rose and eyes widened as she caught Jaime, eyes closed, in a sigh that was both
pain and pleasure at the same time. She knew the feeling well enough herself. “You
know, when Rob was last home on leave, I couldn’t keep him off them. He even
wanted to, you know, fuck them until I was so sore. It was like having
three babies, I swear! I felt like the Dairy Queen!” Jaime’s eyes fluttered
open and she gave a shy smile and blush as she realized Caroline was admiring
her.
    The young
women held each other’s gaze in the mirror for a beat before Jaime broke the
moment with a glowing pulse of the blush in her cheeks and neck and an
embarrassed outburst. “Well, you know it’s true, Caroline! You know it is! No
one talks about it but we all know it…if it didn’t feel good we wouldn’t do it,
right? Oh, Caroline I don’t know if I can even do this anymore. Tell me I’m
doing the right thing. Please? Rob hasn’t been the same since his first tour in
Iraq, and this separation, or divorce—oh, who the hell knows with him—is
killing me!” The tears finally came.
    Caroline
wrapped her arms around Jaime from behind and Jaime gripped her hands and
pulled her closer.
    “Oh, hon,
you know you’re crazy with the hormones, and we both know you’ll do whatever’s
best for those two babies. We always do. I think it was easier for me, knowing
The Asshole—don’t laugh, that’s an official title—knowing I’d never see him
again after he saw Kyle’s heart beating on that ultrasound DVD I slipped in on
him instead of last night’s band video. Rock-A-Billy Zombies…who the hell
leaves their baby momma for something called the Rock-A-Billy Zombies? Well, my
little man and me, we don’t need the chickenshit anyway!”
    “I don’t
know how to do this without Rob.” Jaime’s lower lip trembled and Caroline had
an incredible urge to kiss it and make it all better. Poor thing , she
thought again. Instead, she touched her finger to her friend’s bottom lip as if
to silence her.
    “We’ll do it
together, how about that?”
    “Thanks.”
Jaime put her head on Caroline’s shoulder. “I don’t know what I would have done
if we hadn’t meet.”
    Caroline
gave her a gentle squeeze. “Well we can thank the Mommy and Me group for that
tonight—if we make it. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, or we’re going to
miss