"Are you asking me to be a surrogate for you?" I asked Sally.
"Yes, Faye, we are asking you to please consider doing this for us…" She looked at me pleadingly, but even her emotion didn't feel genuine now. I was starting to wonder if either of them thought this was truly a good idea!
"But," Steve interrupted. "It's perfectly okay and understandable if you say no, I know it's a lot to take in for you, you're only nineteen and you have your whole life ahead of you."
"We wouldn't expect anything from you," Sally talked over him this time. "We wouldn't dump the baby on you all the time or make you pay any money or anything like that."
"Wow," I faked surprise even though I'd figured most of this out ten seconds ago. "I don't know what to say, I…"
"It's okay to say no," Steve interrupted again. It would be nice to finish a sentence sometime soon!
"No, no it's okay, I mean… yes, yes I'll do it," I regretted every word of what I just said. Even though I had a plan formulating, I was still agreeing to this thing!
"Oh… you mean… really? You, you'll do it?" Sally's face suddenly regained all of its beauty and her face lit up, she turned to Steve, whose face was fucking priceless! He tried to look happy but I could see deep down he'd just shat his stomach into his boots.
"Yeah, I mean it," I smiled and Sally rushed at me and kissed my lips and cheek and hugged me ever-so-tightly. I know it might not be appropriate but my pussy froze and burned at the same time when her lips touched mine.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Sally excitedly repeated.
The rest of that night was spent telling me about how great I was and how I could change my mind and so on until about an hour later when Steve announced they should leave and let me 'absorb' everything and that they'd chat to me again tomorrow.
Now, after they left I spent around forty-five minutes panicking, then I got back to plan to make. I decided that tomorrow when they called around for their inevitable 'just making sure' phone call I'd say something along the lines of… I'm sorry but I talked to someone from work and if I agree to be a surrogate, I'd lose my job because technically I'm choosing to be pregnant rather than work.
I have no idea if a rule like that exists. It had seemed pretty clever when I'd thought of it earlier but now it seemed weak, so I resumed panicking. As it turned out; there was no need to panic because things changed dramatically the following day when rather than a phone call I got a visit.
From the small picture above the speaker, I saw that Sally was here, alone. It was about two in the afternoon and I was still in my bedtime t-shirt and the few seconds it took her to reach my door didn't afford me enough time to change, instead, I quickly doused myself in something sweet smelling and met her at the door. The second I opened the door and saw her standing there in her big coat, ratty skirt, creased top and most of all her red puffed up eyes, I knew exactly what had happened before she said a word.
"It's over," Sally blurted out. No sooner had she said it, she was in my arms and her cold body was pressed against mine.
"Oh, Sally, I'm so sorry," I lied, sorry but I was so relieved I could've screamed with joy. "Come in, honey, come and sit down and let me make you a drink."
I led her over to the sofa and took her coat and hung it up on my way to the kitchen.
"Have you got something a little stronger?" Sally called to me. "I could use it."
"I've got some white wine, it's just an own brand £3.99 bottle but…"
"That'll do it," she called back.
I came through and sat next to her on the sofa armed with two glasses full, as soon as I'd set them down on the table she picked a glass up and took a deep gulp. Over the next half an hour she told me everything that I'd already figured out the night before.
I was right about Sally being depressed because she was lonely and the baby was the last hope of keeping them together. She'd hoped it would make Steve stay at home and find a different job.
She told me that last night after they'd gone home with my promise fresh in their minds, Steve had confessed that he didn't want the baby and he was indeed seeing someone else in New York and it was serious. He'd been trying to find the right time to leave and obviously Sally's idea of having a baby had screwed things up.
He'd been stalling her while making plans to go and last night when I'd said yes, it was the point of no return. He loaded up a suitcase, gave a pathetic apology and was gone within hours of them arriving home. So, poor Sally had spent the night crying, beating her pillow and eventually ending up at my door the following day.
"That's so horrible Sally, I'm so sorry," I felt genuinely terrible for her and more than a little guilty about my master plan! Luckily I never wrote it down anywhere so there was never any chance of her finding out.
(Burn this after reading)
Sally had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly.
I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Sally. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before.
Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers.
I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?
I stood up and casually walked around to the end of the sofa making sure I looked innocent of any perversion just in case she woke up and saw me. At first, I just half glanced at her, but soon found myself bending over and outright staring!
I could just about see a pair of red lacy panties, or was it a thong? I moved in closer to investigate further, I was feeling super horny and it was taking all my restraint to not just reach out and touch her. Instead, I let a hand fall from my neck to my left breast and gently cupped and pressed it, and then… she moved! I very nearly left a Faye shaped hole in the ceiling and leapt back so fast I nearly fell over onto my ass!
Luckily, she wasn't actually waking up, just getting more comfortable. I, on the other hand, was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, ashamed and horny! I needed to give myself some attention so I left Sally to sleep off the wine and headed into my bathroom. I stripped off and switched on the water for the shower, laid a towel on the floor and stepped in.
The shower is actually just a unit above my bathtub. I have to stand in the bath and pull a shower curtain around it. Once inside, I could finally lower my hand in between my thighs and touch my red hot pussy which had been screaming out for this since Sally had first arrived!
I leant back against the cold tiles so the water cascaded over my head and shoulders and deftly slid my hand over my pussy; I opened myself up and allowed a finger inside my already well-lubricated hole. It filled me (no pun intended) with a sense of relief to finally be in this position, with my left hand cradling my breast and my right hand working on my aching pussy.
I penetrated myself with my middle finger slowly a few times, then introduced my ring finger too, reaching deep into myself and feeling my insides on my fingertips. I arched my back away from the tiles when my fingers brushed against my g spot, and then when I started using my thumb on my hard clitty I was sure it wouldn't take me long to cum. I pushed my fingers in and out of myself and kept flicking my thumb over my clitoris, every few thrusts I would pull out and rub my palm over my engorged lips, sliding my fingers up and down the groove of my lips before plunging them back inside me.
I was getting really close! I squeezed my breasts one after the other, tweaking at my stiff nipples which were enjoying the constant flow of water over them. Finally, with my mouth hanging open in a silent scream, I came like never before. Knowing Sally was in the next room added fuel to my already well-stoked fire. Even during this blissful moment, I knew there was more to come, literally, and I'm sure if I'd continued I would've been there for a long time if only...
"Faye?... Faye? Are you in the shower?" A sweet voice floated through the door.