The Surrogate

Not that I wouldn’t have done it for free. Before the surrogacy thing, my only interest was in getting pregnant, having my pussy stretched by a nice thick cock and having some strange man spread his seed all over my womb so that my tummy would swell in a few months.

Shit, I’m making myself hot at the dinner table in front of my mother. “Okay, I guess. How will you get there? Will you take the bus? I don’t think I want you riding your bike back and forth that late at night.”

“Sure, mom, I can take the bus.”

Now the only thing was not being caught in my lie. The Barstow was in the opposite direction from her boyfriend’s house, so I had no real fear of our paths crossing.

By the time Saturday rolled around, I was a nervous wreck. I must’ve chosen and discarded ten outfits before settling on my only nice pair of jeans and one of mom’s blouses. She left the house a few hours before me, which gave me time to get myself ready for my evening out.

Even though I wasn’t expecting Penny and Nick to take me back to their place to fuck, I did want them to see me in the best light, as someone they’d want to have their baby, and, most importantly, as someone Nick would want to fuck.

I shaved my pussy for only the second time in my life. The first time was when I was sixteen and had heard some girls talking about how much better it was to shave their beaver. For some reason taking all the hair off my snatch had made me horny as hell, and I’d worn out the handle on my hairbrush in my pussy until I damn near broke my hymen.

Since then, I’ve been too afraid to try again for fear of what the feelings it had evoked in me might make me do. But this called for it, I thought and set about denuding my body of hair. I paid very close attention to my black curls as I brushed them to a shine.

Dad must’ve been Greek because people are always commenting on my Mediterranean looks. My jet-black hair with the wild flyaway curls and my deep green eyes, not to mention the dark tinge to my skin, are dead giveaways, I guess. They’re nothing like my mom’s pale blondness; that’s for sure.

I stole some of mom’s perfume, which was no doubt a gift from her boyfriend since I knew it went for more than sixty dollars, and mom wouldn’t spend more than five on some pharmacy stuff if she had to.

I’d been so busy getting myself together that I had no time to be nervous until it was time to head out the door. I clutched the little leather purse mom had gotten me for my eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago to my side. It was my pride and joy; the only thing I owned that I knew had cost more than twenty bucks.

All the way on the bus, I didn’t allow myself to think. I didn’t let myself think of Nick’s cock because I didn’t want to show up with my panties all wet and smelling of pussy. So I passed the time looking at the people on the bus, which wasn’t such a good idea after all because I found myself playing a game with myself.

Every man that got on the bus was a potential candidate for a wild fuck. I’d size them up and try to imagine what size their cocks were and then look at their faces to decide if I’d fuck them. I think in my sluttish mind that I wouldn’t care what the guy looked like as long as he had a nice stiff cock.

So much for not having wet panties! The closer we got to my destination, the more turned on I became. By the time I was walking down the sidewalk to the restaurant, I was rubbing my thighs together. Oh, please let him want to fuck me.

Chapter 5

I felt the nerves in my tummy as the host led me to their table as soon as I walked in and asked for them by name. I couldn’t believe it when he stopped at this table with the most beautiful couple I’d ever seen in my life.

She was light blonde with the brightest blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen, and he, oh good grief, I think I was going to have an orgasm just from looking at him. He had dark hair like mine with chocolate brown eyes and a cleft in his chin. He looked like he should be on the big screen.

I all but fell into the chair as my knees had gone weak. “Hello, Angie, you made it.” Penny’s smile was warm and welcoming as she reached across the table to shake my hand was doing a fair bit of shaking on its own.