Pam is my neighbor of 4 years and over time we've become good friends. In fact there is nothing I wouldn't do for her. We're both in our early 30's and married. I have two kids and Pam just had her first. It was her pregnancy that brought us even closer together.
It all started one day when I made one of my almost daily visits to her house. She was in her seventh month and already was pretty big. I kept asking her if she was sure she wasn't having twins, but she would only laugh and say `look at my husband'. Her husband Jack was a big guy and there was no doubt her unborn son would take after him.
I let myself in like I usually did and found Pam on the couch with her feet up watching TV. She saw me and began to get up.
"Don't get up for me," I said as I entered the room.
It was a hot day and she had the a/c up high. I felt a little shiver go through me.
"Thanks Liz," she said, sinking back down into the couch.
"You don't look too good today, are you feeling ok?"
I sat down in the rocking chair opposite her and looked her over. Pam was a stunning redhead. Her long hair was pulled up in a bun that day, which exposed the creamy, white skin of her neck. Freckles sprinkled her nose, cheeks and her chest. Normally her green eyes were sparkling and full of life, but that day she looked tired and worn.
Her faced clouded over at my question.
"Just feeling tired today, you know, the heat."
I nodded, but I wasn't buying it. There was something else, but I wasn't going to pry.
"Is there anything cold to drink in your fridge?" I asked.
"Yeah, there's some lemonade."
"Great, I'll get us some," and I went off to the kitchen to pour two glasses.
I returned and handed her a glass. I got comfortable in the chair again and we watched TV for a while. Pam wasn't feeling talkative so I kept quiet. The usual daytime drivel was entertaining enough.
When the lemonade was gone from her glass, she shifted on the couch and sighed.
"Liz? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
During her pregnancy she asked me a lot of questions as I had been through it twice before. I never minded helping her and I knew she appreciated it. Her husband, although a nice guy, was a bit squeamish about everything connected with her pregnancy.
She cleared her throat and looked a little nervous.
"Did you, um, ever get really, ah, horny while you were pregnant?"
I burst out laughing and she made a face.
"So is that it?" I said between laughs.
She began to blush and the red crept up her chest and neck to her face.
"Um, yes it is...I don't know what to do! Jack hasn't touched me in months."
I stopped laughing and felt bad for her. My own husband was willing to meet my needs when my hormones went into overdrive. And they did quite often during the last few months.
"Pam, it's ok to feel that way - it's your hormones."
"I know, but my husband seems repulsed by me!"
I looked her over and could not understand how he felt that way. Pam was beautiful and even more so in pregnancy. Her body was radiant and soft and round. Her full breasts swelled even more during the last month and looked very ripe. I thought about them every once in a while - wondering how full and dark her nipples had become. Pam didn't know it, but I had more than a few bisexual encounters. She seemed a bit shy about some things, so I never felt the urge to tell her. My husband was very supportive of it and even participated once in a while.
So, needless to say, to hear her confessing to me about her sex drive made my body warm despite the coolness of the a/c.
"I don't know why he would, Pam," I said. "You look great. Have you tried masturbating?"
She blushed again and looked away.
"It's hard," she said in a small voice. "It's hard to reach."
I nodded and had a sudden flash of her naked with her legs spread, one hand trying to rub herself. My own pussy twitched in response.
"Well, do you have any toys?"
"I, um..." she shifted in her seat again. "I have a vibrator..."
"Pam, it's ok - don't be so embarrassed. We're both women and good friends."
"I know, I just feel so weird talking about it, but I need some release!"
I knew exactly how she felt.
"So, have you tried the vibrator?"
"Yeah, but I can't seem to manipulate it right."
She seemed a little more at ease talking about it and I was glad. I was getting an idea, although risky.
"Maybe you just need some help," I suggested.
"Jack doesn't even know I have a vibrator...he'd...I don't know..."
I cleared my throat. "I wasn't talking about him."
She looked at me and turned even redder still.
"Liz...I...you..."
I stood up and sat next to her. My body began to tingle all over by the closeness of her.
"Pam, it's ok really. I could help you - no one needs to know."
She turned her eyes to me and I saw the dark shadows under them. But in her eyes was that familiar spark and I knew she wanted to try.
I took her hand. "Where is it?"
She told me where it was and I went off to her bedroom to retrieve it. As soon as I found it, I could feel myself getting wet. It was bigger than I thought it would be. I began to visualize it sliding into her sopping wet pussy. My nipples hardened at the thought, but I tried to compose myself. Although I might be able to help her today - she wouldn't be reciprocating anything. I was sure of that. But I was ok with that. It would fuel some fantasies for many nights to come.
I returned to the living room with the vibrator and sat down in the chair opposite her.
"You sure about this?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes, I'm going crazy..."
"Ok, well...get comfortable."