"Don't worry Shelly. I'll be right over."
"Thanks Britt. I really appreciate this."
"See ya soon." With that, I hung up. I didn't mind helping Shelly. Being seven months pregnant, with twins no less, she was having a hard time moving around. Since her husband Tom had to leave the country for work, she really didn't have anyone close that could come over and lend a hand. Luckily, with me being an artist, my job was flexible and I threw some clothes in an overnight bag, grabbed my laptop and hopped in the car. Shelly and I have been friends for a couple of years now, ever since I divorced my husband and moved here. I'd left him when I caught him in bed with another man. Not because he came out as gay but because he'd sworn that he was faithful. Then, the whole sordid tale was revealed and he basically confessed to me that he just married me to keep up appearances. The alimony was nice and it left me able to pursue my own passions in art as well as allow me to live in an apartment the city.
Shelly and I met at the gym where she was working as a personal trainer. She was super nice and quickly a friendship developed between us. Tom was cool enough but he was constantly gone on business, leaving his wife alone in their home. Several times, Shelly and I would hang out together at either hers or my place, getting drunk, complaining about men or just watching movies. I'd been with a couple of women in the past and considered myself bisexual but, as far as I knew, Shelly was completely straight and deeply in love with her absentee husband. I wish I could say that my going over to help and keep her company was completely altruistic on my part but that wouldn't be honest. Ever since she'd told me that she was pregnant, my desire had grown for her. Every time we got together to go out shopping or just hang out, I loved for her to show me her growing belly. Over the past couple of months, she really swelled up. Not only her stomach but her tits as well. I helped her shop for some maternity bras and tried my best to keep my eyes off of her milk swollen tits. The darkening areolas, nipples that had started to bead up with little droplets of milk as well as be perpetually hard turned me on so much that I ran to the bathroom right there in the mall and frigged myself.
But, if Shelly did realize the effect that she was having on me, she didn't let on. I was actually glad in a way. I didn't want to ruin our friendship by freaking her out but it also meant that I could still see her. It sounds selfish of me, I know, but I couldn't help myself. I pulled into her driveway, grabbed my bag and entered the home after knocking. I was pleasantly surprised at what I walked in on. Shelly was lounging on the couch, her body barely covered by the silken negligee and matching panties that she was wearing. Normally, Shelly is a bit conservative with her dress. But here, I could see almost her entire body on display. The fabric that was covering her tits was soaked through with her milk and her bush was visible through the thin silk of her panties. My mouth went dry and I just stood there for a second, taking in the sight. Yes, I'd seen Shelly naked before, as she'd seen me, showering at the gym. But this was different. We were alone, in the privacy of her house. Not in public surrounded by other women. I resisted the strong urge to just run over there and ravage those titties as I walked in and shut the door behind me.
"Yeah, sorry for the lack of clothes." Shelly said, misinterpreting the look on my face. "I can barely move today."
"No problem." I replied, trying to sound lighthearted. "We're both big girls here. Well, one bigger that the other."
"Ha ha."
"Give me a sec." I dropped my bag in the guestroom. It was in the middle of being redecorated a muted pink pastel but the foldout was still there. I patted the couch like it was an old friend. Many a night, I slept on the thing, dreaming about the woman that was lying in bed only separated from me by a wall. I then ran to the master bedroom, picked up a light blanket and a pillow before going to the kitchen and pouring a glass of iced tea. I handed Shelly the iced tea before propping her head with the pillow and covering her with the blanket. She took my hand in hers and pressed it against her cheek, silently conveying gratefulness. I patted her face a couple of times before sitting on the recliner. We talked about things; my newest project, her recent trip to the OB, the redecorating going on when she let out this long moan and grabbed her breast.
"God, I can't wait for these two to arrive." She said, her voice strained. I asked her what was wrong and she said that she had foolishly left her breast pump in the other car, which was now parked at the airport and would be for another week. "The pressure's been killing me Britt. I was thinking of sucking the milk out myself just to get some relief." I nodded in sympathy. I'd never been pregnant before but understood what she was saying.
"Hey, maybe I can help." I said. A strange look crossed Shelly's face when she heard that. "Oh God, I mean that I could drive to the airport and get it." I quickly added. She laughed at that.
