She’s My Best Friends Girl

She’s my best friends girl.

OK, a little background:
My name is David, I’m 27 yrs old single and I continue to play the field. My best friend is Brad he is also 27 yrs old and his wife is Cindy, she is 26.
Brad and I have known each other since high school so we go back at least 10 yrs and did the usual like hang out, drink, and chase girls. The girl chasing continued right on until about 5 yrs ago for Brad.
Brad was dating Cindy then he decided to make it permanent and the were married about 3 yrs ago. We both knew Cindy from high school when her and Brad dated off and on. They split a few times back in the day but kept in loose contact for a few years then it got cranked up again and led to marriage.
We all go back many years and know each other very well. I have went out with some of Cindy’s friends back in school and since then. I had been dating Amy, a friend of Cindy’s, and we were serious until recently. We all get together at one house or the other or go out, etc but that has slowed down some especially since Cindy is pregnant.
Brad is a territorial manager and travels one week out of the month and Cindy works at a doctors office.
I do inside sales for an equipment and parts distributor.

I got a call Saturday around noon from Cindy. Brad is traveling and their air conditioner has quit and being July it didn’t take long to get miserable. They know my experience with these things and didn’t want to call just any repair contractor so she asked if I would mind checking it out.
We help each other all the time, that’s what friends are for so of course I head over there to see what I can do.

Let me describe Cindy, she is about 5’9″ and typically about 120 lbs with straight blond hair that reaches halfway down her back and she has crisp blue eyes and she has always been slender and lean. Oh yes, she is pretty. .
She is about 6 months pregnant now (and may be 130 lbs now) so her belly is rounded out, her breasts and ass have increased in size. Not in a bad way either because as far as I’m concerned she looks a bit better and more defined to me. She always kept in shape, not that she works out but she is just a naturally slender woman and she watches what she eats so it’s not like she has gained weight all over. She is a slender woman with a rounded belly. She has fresh clear smooth skin and needs no make up.
Cindy answers the door and here she stands before me in her condition, drenched with sweat, a thin white top with small straps to hold it up and its clinging to her body, a pair of thin shorts and her long hair pulled back and fastened.

Given her features I don’t think a condition exists where she wouldn’t still look good.
“Thanks for coming”, she said.
“Not a problem”, I said .
I looked her up and down in a fashion like I was “checking her out” and I made sure she saw me doing it.
“I look a mess”, she said, putting one hand on her belly and the other wiping sweat from her brow.
“I think your HOT”, I said with a straight face.
“Your just being kind………. Oh DUH I got it”, she said rolling her eyes up and laughing.
We laughed then gave each other the obligatory hug.
“Please fix the air”, she said.

I went about diagnosing the problem, I was back and forth between the outside and inside unit. I traced the problem and began working when Cindy came around offering me something to drink. It was hot so it didn’t take long for me to be drenched in sweat and I was struggling to remove the motor given the tight conditions where it was placed.
She insisted I come to the kitchen and take a break. She had a fan going so we sat at the table to cool off and I drank some tea. She expressed how much she appreciated me coming over and we talked how Brad wasn’t very handy when it comes to things like this or even doing general things around the house even if he was here.
It was true, he asked me to come over and fix a light, a switch, a door, or whatever.
As we sat at the table and talked she asked me if I could look at the ceiling fan in their bedroom because it was making a noise. Being the jokester I am I tried to lighten things up.

“Doesn’t the fan block the view from the mirrors you guys have on the ceiling”, I said with a smile.
“Well you would know since you would have been the one to install the mirrors”, she said.
“Nah, I put myself in a pinhole camera when I was in the attic a couple months back”, I said.
“Well you haven’t seen much action then”, she said.
“Don’t shit me, you don’t get pregnant by shaking hands”, I responded.
“Yeah, well maybe he doesn’t find me attractive anymore”, she said.
“Unless he turned gay and blind I don’t think so”, I said.

She looked down and just shook her head slightly and our amusement stopped. Something was wrong and she had a hard time hiding it. We all have always threw out the sexual inuendos and inquiries. I mean since we all have known each other there wasn’t a conversation that wasn’t laced with sexual overtures but I seemed to have hit a nerve then figured maybe it’s hormones or something, I know moods can change during pregnancy.
I asked if she was OK and I apologized if I crossed a line. She said it’s fine then simply said that her and Brad hadn’t been “close” lately.
She still looked more away than at me as we continued to talk.
We finished our drinks and I went back to work on the air. Finally freeing the motor I took it to where I worked to find a replacement.
While I was on the way Brad called and I gave him the rundown of what happened and what I found and that I also found a small leak in their unit and I would fix that while I was there.
He expressed the usual gratitude and said he would be back tomorrow afternoon and we would get together at some point, etc.
I obtained what I needed and went back to their house to fix everything. While I worked Cindy would come by with a drink for me and check how things were going. I certainly didn’t mind because I got to sneak in some looks at her. I’m the type that does plenty of looking, and wondering.
I mean if a woman is HOT she just is, doesn’t matter if she’s your friends wife, girlfriend or your own girlfriends sister or her friends or whatever. I LOOK and wonder “what would it be like”, you know ?. Maybe your not supposed to look and think those things but I do and I suspect more do then don’t or they wouldn’t even admit it to themselves.
Cindy is very pretty and there is a hotness to SOME pregnant woman and she was one of them. Her pregnancy didn’t diminish her attractivness and it even enhanced certain things.

I finished up the motor installation, repaired the leak and finally cranked it up and ran through the checks. I went to the kitchen to sit in front of the fan and let the unit run so I could make sure it would operate fine. Being evening and the work was done Cindy offered me a beer and after a little bit we could start to feel the house cooling down.
She was incredibly appreciative, saying I did a lot of work and she wanted to feed me so she ordered a pizza.
While waiting for the pizza we went into the bedroom to check out the ceiling fan and I found the blades were just a little loose.
While I was on the ladder tightening loose fan blades we began to joke around and the inuendos started up again.

“So where is the camera you installed”, she asked.
“Above your side of the bed”, I said.
“You wouldn’t want to look at me much lately”, she said.
I was finishing up the last of the blades and tightening a few other things and even replaced one of the light bulbs in the globe and I was about to come down the ladder.
“How much are we going to owe you”, she asked.
“Ah, we’ll just take it out in trade”, I said looking down at her while holding a laugh.
“Hell, I would be owing you”, she said. She feigned half a smile as she said that and looked straight out like she had something on her mind.

I have to admit, just the thought of it was getting me hard. I mean with all the inuendos thrown out among various people and groups there is always an element of want, need or desire in them. Hell, how naughty would that be anyway, your best friends wife, she’s pregnant and gorgeous, he is out of town…………… I mean they make movies on those woman’s channels about stuff like this.

The doorbell rang and we knew the pizza was here. She headed out to answer the door and I finished up, got my tools and put the ladder back in their garage and I cleaned up a bit in their washout sink since their laundry room is where you enter the garage.
I got back to the kitchen, she had the pizza on the table and another beer waiting for me.
“What were you doing out there”, she said.
“Oh, I was just changing the tape in the camera”, I said with a big smile.
She rolled her eyes and with a slight smile, “you will be bored to tears”, she said.
“That’s what you think” I said.
We ate pizza and she seemed to be looking off in the distance and thinking. When she did start talking it was about her friend Amy, who I was in a relationship with until recently.
It had been a month since Amy and I split, well since Amy decided to split.
She said that her and Amy “talked” and she hoped I wouldn’t be mad about anything shared and wondered if I was OK. I acknowledged that it was a tender subject for me but I told her I know woman talk and that since I treated Amy good and that she never had any complaints I knew about so whatever they shared it didn’t bother me.

“Well she isn’t going to make it long with the guy she’s with, but he’s “the bad boy”, said Cindy as she shook her head in wonder.
“I guess I’m just a nice guy, to nice huh”, I asked.
“There is nothing wrong with that, don’t change a thing, she knows what a wonderful guy your are”, she said.
“Yeah, a lot of good it’s done me, she still left me”, I said.

We talked about how all woman seem to want the bad boy then regret it afterwords and correlated that to how some men have strict criteria for the type of woman they want. The conversation melded into how people are superficial and what is the basis for attraction and is love real………..the conversation became very philosophical.
Cindy said that Amy told her we had conversations like that but her and Brad didn’t and she wished they did. She also affirmed that Amy had NO complaints, in any department of our relationship.
I was washed with a flood of emotions as Cindy told me this. I sat there looking back on what once was along with the thought of rejection stemming from things that were just fine by most standards.
Cindy noticed the change in my face and tone, she could tell I was hurt and she apologized but she was actually hoping to make me feel better by telling me it wasn’t anything I did or didn’t do, etc.

In an attempt to alleviate any guilt she may have for bringing up the subject I said, “It’s all right, I just think about it sometimes and I miss her and……things”. I glanced at her, figuring she would get what I was referring to.
It had been a month since I had sex so sitting here thinking of and talking about Amy made me long for “attention”. The sexual inuendos helps confirm that you are still wanted, needed, attractive, viril, sexy, etc. I appreciated Cindy’s sensitivity and the confirmation that I did things right in my relationship with Amy.
These confirmations are not just a woman’s domain, we all need it.

Cindy looked at me, “I get what your saying, I understand BELIEVE ME”, she said.
“Things haven’t been good”, I asked.
“I don’t think he loves me anymore”, she said as her eyes watered.
I told her that was far from the truth and I assured her that Brad loves her and expressed how good of a person she is.