“Erika, you said that since your cancer scare you like to live life to the fullest right?” Madri asked.
“Yes…” Erika replied, not exactly sure where this line of questioning was going.
“Did you mean that? Did you mean that you live your life with no regrets?” Madri’s fingers kept massaging the underside of Erika’s breasts. Her thumbs even occasionally swept up and over Erika’s nipples. Erika was too confused to move or object. And even if she’d been able to, she didn’t know if she wanted to. She looked at Madri’s eyes and saw desire burning in them. She knew that her eyes, behind a shade of fear and concern, were showing the same thing.
“I try…” she said, looking down from Madri’s gaze. She looked at her big, swollen nipples. She wanted some release, Madri’s hands were making her feel even more full of milk than she’d already felt.
“You try?” Madri asked and Erika nodded, “How does trying work out for you?” As she spoke, Madri continued to carefully manipulated Erika’s breasts.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean when you first found out you had cancer, and then when you first found out you didn’t, did you do anything exciting? Life affirming?” As she spoke, Madri looked deep in Erika’s eyes. She must’ve seen something, “I am asking out of professional interest in the subject.” But the way her hands gently cupped Erika’s breasts suggested otherwise. Still, Erika responded.
“Well, when I found out I might have cancer, I didn’t. I was in a panic. I just spent as much time with Steven as possible, so he’d remember me… if I was gone,” Erika said, and then she felt a hitch almost, it was such a hard time to remember, “But then, when I found out I wasn’t sick I did do some fun stuff. I mean I went bungee jumping and I took a vacation. I did all kinds of stuff I’d been putting off.” Those memories flooded back to Erika, the exhilaration and excitement that had come just with being alive.
“Do you still do those things? Still feel that way,” The doctor asked in a clinical voice.
“Not really,” Erika said, feeling a little bit sad, “I mean first, I’ve sort of run out of firsts that I want to do, or feel safe doing. And I, I don’t know, I started worrying about everything again.”
“Do you think you’ve lost a little of the zest for life you picked up with your bout with cancer?”
“Yeah,” Erika said, “maybe I did.”
“Do you think that still having milk, still having a reminder that you not only live but produce life is part of a way of saving that?”
“I’d never thought of that…” Erika began, but the doctor cut her off.
“Like I said before, there is no danger in what you’re doing. You can breast feed as long as you can produce milk. But I think that maybe you need to reconsider not letting go of that lust for life. You need new experiences all the time, you need to feel alive. All the time,” The way that Madri spoke, it sounded like she was speaking for both of them, and it sounded like she was right. Erika stared at Madri, and saw a beautiful woman. A woman who was concerned for her and apparently cared for her. A woman who was sensually rubbing her body. And she felt alive. She wanted more of it.
“I think you’re right,” Erika said in a soft voice. She wanted to make sure that Madri knew she was saying more than she was verbalizing. She arched her back a bit, pushing her breasts into Madri’s hands. This felt fun, it reminded her bungee jumping. Doing something crazy and fun and not caring about anything else.
“I want to try something,” Madri explained, “I think that you will like it, I don’t think that you are going to regret it. But I can’t guarantee anything. All I can guarantee is that you’ve never done it in your life and you may not get another chance.” Erika felt her heart flutter. She looked back to Madri and the last of her fears were gone, her confusion was completely gone. Something about this felt right, felt sexy, felt like it might be fun. She’d promised herself that she wasn’t going to hold back anymore, that she was going to live her life to the fullest. Why was she questioning this now? Because it was strange and different? That is the definition of living life to the fullest.
“I want you to try,” she said boldly. Madri smiled, grabbed the gown from Erika’s lap and threw it on the floor. Now Erika was completely naked. Her small landing strip of pubic hair, her pink vulva, and her rapidly hardening clit now exposed to the air in the doctor’s office. Madri rushed over to the office door and locked it closed. She walked casually back over to her stool and sat down.
“Erika, would you please lay down on the examination table?” Madri asked. Erika, feeling giddy, giggled a bit. But Madri crossed her arms in front of her chest. Erika lay back on the crinkling paper, completely naked. Madri scooted her stool over and she was right next to Erika’s face. Erika’s head was tilted to the side, looking at the doctor.
“Open your mouth and say ‘ahhh’,” Madri said, Erika giggled again, but complied by opening her mouth. But before she had a chance to say ‘ahhh’ Madri leaned in close and inserted her tongue into Erika’s mouth. Erika’s eyes shot opened, shocked by the sudden intrusion into her mouth. But she saw Madri’s eyes closed and her beautiful face just inches from her own. Erika could smell Madri’s delightful perfume and taste Madri’s tongue. Their tongues mingled together in Erika’s mouth, their saliva meshing, their bodies fused as one. Erika liked the way Madri’s tongue played against her teeth, the soft warmth of it against her gums, and the roughness of their taste buds rubbing together. She moaned into Madri’s mouth, wanted more of her doctor’s tongue inside of her. But finally, the kiss broke.
“Everything looks fine,” Madri said in all seriousness. Erika giggled again.
“That’s good to hear, doctor,” Erika replied.