Now the two women sat down in the den and began chatting. Pam deliberately kept the conversation centered around clothes and hairstyles. Judy waited for a break in the conversation and changed the subject.

"Bob tells me he encouraged you to find your own place."

Pam reddened, remembering the night the conversation took place. "Well, yes, but Mother really needs me."

"Bullshit," Judy said calmly. "You really should find a good man and get married."

"Chuck wants to marry me."

"Chuck's a bore and you know it."

"Is… Bob coming home soon?" Pam said in a small voice.

Judy looked suspicious. "No, he's playing poker. Why? Don't you want to talk to me?"

"It's not that. It's just that… I don't know…"

"Listen, Pam I think what you need is a good fuck." The brunette grinned crookedly as she gazed at her sister-in-law.

"Oh, Lord, you never used to talk like that."

Judy moved closer, planting a kiss on Pam's cheek. "Maybe I need a good fuck too."

"Well, I guess I'll go and when Bob comes home you can have your good… uh… fuck."

Judy laughed throatily, drawing Pam into her arms and kissing her on the lips. "What's the matter? Am I making you nervous?"

In truth the blood pounded in Pam's ears. Amazing as it seemed, she had a feeling that Judy was flirting with her. "Of course not," she said.

Judy had been joking, but after kissing her sister-in-law on the lips she realized she was getting turned-on. I'm no lesbo, she thought, but it might be a kick to try it once.

"Well, you're making me nervous," Judy said, holding Pam's hand and kissing her full on the lips again.