Pam was in the break room, ignoring her husband Jim with all her might. She had never been good at giving the cold shoulder, but this time she was doing her best.
"Come on Pam, I said I was sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you tonight! Really!" Said Jim in a pleading voice.
"That's what you said yesterday, and the day before I'm pretty sure! Just let me eat my lunch alone like I wanted." Pam shot back, not even looking in his face, she knew if she did she would be much more likely to crack and forgive him.
"Fine... I'll talk to you later." Jim said as he got up to leave. "You do know I love you no matter what right?"
"Yes." Was all Pam said back as he left. She fought back tears and picked at her salad in front of her. Pam had a problem. She was pregnant with her and Jim's first child and for the most part it was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to her. It had come as a surprise to them both, but it was something they had both wanted at some point, so they were thrilled.
Things had been going great, until Jim started to act more and more distant in the bedroom. He had always been the one to initiate their sexual encounters, but for some reason as her belly grew, he seemed to lose interest. She had no idea what the cause was, and he certainly didn't help her understanding as he got incredibly uncomfortable when confronted and always changed the subject rapidly. Pam didn't know if he was simply not attracted to a heavier version of herself, if the stress of bringing a baby into the world was messing with his head, or if he had some weird issue with pregnancy he was not talking about.
All she knew was it was getting bad. She tried all kinds of tricks to get him interested. Like buying fancy lingerie or surprising him in the shower. But these things rarely led to sex and when they did she did not feel the same intimacy as usual.
In addition to the emotional toll this was taking, Pam was becoming more and more sexually frustrated. Any little thing would trigger a daydream or a deep urge to touch herself. Unfortunately this was mostly something that happened in public, so she could not do much about it.
Pam was at about 6 and a half months pregnant now, and after the 5th straight night of rejection she had about all her hormonal emotions could handle. She had slept on the couch last night and was still mad at Jim in the morning, and in the afternoon she found.
As she continue to sit, not really eating but just feeling sorry for herself, Erin Hannon sat down at the table next to her. Erin was the receptionist that had replaced Pam during her brief stint at the Michael Scott Paper Company. She was a skinny girl with dyed reddish brown hair, pale skin and delicate features. She was also for lack of a better word, weird. She was very eccentric, hyper and apt to say the most awkward thing possible at any given time.
Pam sat trying not to give away her feelings, but Erin leaned over, and asked "Are you ok Pam? Your eyes look all red and puffy. Like my dog's when he got sprayed by a skunk that one time."
"Yeah Erin, I'm fine." Pam replied, trying not to be offended. "I'm just having a bad day. Well a bad couple of days I guess. Well now that I think about it, a bad few weeks."
"What's wrong, do you want to talk? I'm a good listener; in the foster home I always helped the other kids with their problems. Like with bullies and raccoons and stuff."
"Raccoons?" Pam asked chuckling.
"Well sure, our backyard was infested with them; we had to teach the younger kids how to defend themselves!"
"No Erin thanks but I am just really stressed and... frustrated and can't think of a way to make myself feel better...." Pam said glumly.
"Oh ok...." Erin said frowning a little. "Well I could always sing you a song! Or... tell you a story... or I could make you orgasm?"
Pam though she surely must have misheard Erin. "What did you say Erin?!?"
Immediately Erin scrunched up her face, balled her fists and smacked both sides of her head. "Ohh stupid, stupid Erin!! I did not mean to say that out loud! Of course that is totally inappropriate! I'm so sorry Pam. It is just, at the foster home; sometimes when us girls were all alone we would make each other feel good you know? Our foster parents were strict and would not let us date boys so...yeah... sorry, I'll just go."
"No Erin, you don't have to go" Pam said hesitantly. "That was just a weird thing to say. I have never done anything like that before... Is it... nice?"
Pam was not sure why she was furthering the conversation; usually this was the type of discussion she would have done anything to avoid. In the past she had experienced far too many personal dialogs with her coworkers than she cared to remember. But she was having the most difficult time all of a sudden not picturing Erin kissing another girl and what it might feel like if she were that other girl.
"Oh gee wizz it was the best!" Erin exclaimed, her eyes twinkling. "There were only three of us girls there, but we were so close. If someone was having a bad day or feeling lonely, an orgasm seemed to cheer them right up! And on really cold nights we would all get naked and sleep in the same bed together. I miss those days sometimes!"
At this description Pam noticed a familiar fuzzy sensation growing between her legs which made her both curious and slightly uncomfortable. She cleared her though and asked "So are you a lesbian Erin? I would not have guessed"
"Oh I don't know... I like everyone! I have only been with another girl a few times since the home, but I still think girls are great. Especially you Pam, you are so beautiful, particularly now!"
