“How much do you know about the swinging lifestyle Angelica?” Jeez, even the way he says my name makes me hot. I’d told them my real name sometimes during dinner when he’d asked what Angie was short for, and he’s refused to call me anything but my given name since then.
“Not much really, in fact, until I came across Penny’s post, I had no idea.”
“I see, well, it’s like this. There are some men and women who like seeing their partners with other people they get off on it. There’re all kinds of swingers, some who are bisexual, some who just like to watch, and some who participate.”
I was dying to say and which one are you before he beat me to it. “Penny and I are into watching each other get fucked, sometimes she’d participate if the female is reciprocal, but I’m not bi so I never get involved when she’s the one being serviced, those times I’d just sit and watch, or get her ready for the guy to take.”
Chapter 6
I was about to expire right there at the table. It was my first real adult conversation, and I couldn’t believe how open and honest he was being with me, a complete stranger. But I guess since I was planning to let him fuck me and put his child in me, there was no need for formalities.
“Oh I forgot to ask, what about your boyfriend, how’s he going to feel about his girl having another man’s baby?” My face heated with embarrassment as I looked down at my fingers in my lap.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“What? A gorgeous girl like you, I don’t buy it.”
“It’s true, though. I’ve been too busy with my studies for the distraction so…” I couldn’t very well tell them that my mother was too strict to let me out of her sight long enough for me to get one because then they’d question why she was allowing me to be a surrogate.
As to that, I’d already made up my mind to tell her after the fact. I figured if all went well that I’d be away at university by the time I started to show, and by then, it’ll be too late for her to try talking me into anything.
“Wait, are you telling me that you’re a virgin?” Penny asked, and I once again nodded my head in shame. Then she said, “Down boy, you have to wait until Wednesday to pluck her little cherry,” and my head came up swiftly.
We chatted a little bit more, and then it was time to leave. I couldn’t believe we’d made such a monumental life-changing decision in just a couple hours and then went about our day as if nothing happened. I know by the time I got back on the bus to head back home, I was no longer doubtful about anything.
Mom wasn’t home yet when I got back, and I rushed into my room and locked the door, getting undressed and turning on the computer. I pulled up the photo of Nick’s big beautiful cock and laid back on the bed with my eyes glued to the screen.
I spread my legs open and ran my hands along the insides of my thighs, getting near my pussy but not touching it yet. I wanted the heat to build before I rubbed my clit. Now that I had a face to go with that cock, it didn’t take long for the sweet tingles to course through me.
I rubbed my clit, which was already swollen and sensitive with one hand while easing the fingers of the other into my pussy nice and slow. In my mind, I saw those soulful brown eyes looking at me as he slid his massive cock in and out of my wet cunt. “Oh, Nick.”
I moved my left hand from my clit and grabbed my right nipple and squeezed as I forced my fingers inside my wet snatch and fucked myself. My ass lifted off the bed as I imagined that ten-inch cock pounding into my virgin pussy over and over until he came deep inside me.
My fingers moved faster and faster as I stared at the cock on the screen and felt my juices run down over the back of my hand as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my young life. I rolled over and fell asleep with dreams of being fucked by Nick playing through my head.
I woke the next day feeling better about life than I had at any other time that I can remember. “Morning sleepyhead, that must’ve been some class, you were out cold when I came in. I called through the door, but you never answered.”
“I wouldn’t have known you were even in there if I didn’t hear your snores.”
“Mom, I don’t snore. Do I?”