I did my best not to stare, but it was hard. “Hi, Penny.” I guess my nerves were showing because she laughed and told me to relax as she saw back in her seat where her husband had his arm resting along the back.
The way he played with the ends of her hair so absently had the breath speeding up in my lungs. “So, we didn’t get to talk much on the phone, and I have some questions…how old are you, by the way? You look rather young.”
“I’m eighteen, ma’am.”
“There’ll be none of that. I’m Penny, and this is Nick.” She smiled over at him, and he leaned down to kiss her nose. I think my ovaries stood up and saluted at the look on his face when he looked at her.
“So, Angie, tell us about yourself, why do you want to do this?” Suddenly the atmosphere at the table changed, and she sounded more like the woman who’d answered the phone a couple days ago.
I was stumped, in all my time thinking I never once thought of a legitimate reason for doing this. I couldn’t very well tell her I had a pregnancy fetish with a side itch to fuck some strange and have it knock me up.
I reached for my water glass nervously as I thought it was over before it began. “I…I guess you can say it’s something I’ve wanted to do for some time. I like the idea of being a mom, I know I might be too young to some, but I don’t feel that way. Being a mother just seems to be the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”
“I just don’t have the financial fortitude to do it right now.”
“Why, surrogacy?”
“Well, a friend told me about all the unlucky couples out there who’ve been trying and failing to have children of their own.” Oh, Angie, you’re getting way too good at lying.
She asked a few more questions that sounded more like she was trying to put me off the idea than encourage me until Nick butted in. “Come on, love, take it easy; you’ll scare the poor girl away.” He drew her to him and kissed her hair.
“I’m not trying to, but you and I both know how much we want this and how hard it’s been.” She broke off her words and hid her face in his neck.
“I know love, but I don’t get that feeling from Angie here. You’re not playing a game with us, are you Angie?”
He finally turned those eyes on me, and I melted. I wasn’t falling in love with him or anything, I just wanted to fuck him, and fuck him again. He just oozed sexuality, like a beast in the wild who was hunting down his mate, who was in heat. That’s the kind of vibe he gave off just sitting there.
“No…no I’m not.” I opened my bag and passed him the envelope I’d brought with me across the table.
“What’s this?” He took his arm from around his wife to take it and pried it open.
“It’s everything about me. My school records, my last doctor checkup, stuff like that.” They both looked it over and talked to each other like I wasn’t there before turning back to me. “Looks like our kid would have brains, it says here that you’re on the honor roll.”
“Yes ma’am, I mean Penny.”
“What about your family, your mom, and your dad?”
“It’s just mom and me, and since I’m eighteen, she doesn’t really care as long as I continue my studies.”
“And you’re sure you want to do this.”
“Yes, very sure.” They asked me some more questions in between ordering at eating our meal. Once I realized that we were actually going to do this, I found myself relaxing more and more.
To see the two of them together, so loving and attentive to each other, you wouldn’t believe that they’re swingers that he likes to share her with other men and she him with other women.
By the end of dinner, Penny slipped a piece of paper with their home address on it across the table. “Wednesday at seven, you said you’ve ovulating then right. And we’ll be able to have our medicals ready for you by then even though we’re sure we’re clean.”
“Because of our lifestyle, we get tested regularly.”
“About that, do you mind if I asked a question?” My face was beet red because I knew what I was about to ask what I’ve been dying to know.
“Shoot.” Penny turned her full attention on me while resting against Nick’s chest.
“You two seem so in love, doesn’t it bother you… I mean, don’t you mind sharing him with someone else? Don’t you get jealous?”
“Oh no, that’s not what swinging is about. I love Nick, and he loves me. We just so happen to like something a little extra in the bedroom, or anywhere else we have sex for that matter.” She laughed and ran her finger down his chest.