A/N: Okay so this is a story about a young Polish girl, Zaklina, who is a surrogate for her sister. This is her first adventure of her pregnancy. I have no idea where this came from but if you want more just let me know below
I sat on the edge of my bed weighing my options, my hands gently cradling the small bump on my lower abdomen. I had ex-boyfriends. I had other guy friends. But no one, no one, was Thomas. Thomas was my closest friend, next to my sisters. That's when I had decided it had to be him. So I began to reason with myself; Thomas drunk fucked everyone all the time. This was fine. I wanted to forget that he was my friend and that he had feelings. Maybe even once upon a time he had an inkling of feelings for me but I didn't want to think about that right now.
The past several weeks of my life were dedicated to the safety of the baby. My sister and her husband lurking around every corner asking me if I wanted a glass of water or something to eat. I was a surrogate not a damn china doll.
I was tired of thinking about pink booties with matching hats. I was tired of morning sickness and the fatness that seemed to grip every nook and cranny of my body since I became pregnant. I had fat where I never thought I could have fat. I was a stuffed olive.
But nothing nothing was more frustrating to the ache between my legs. A week and a half ago I woke up horny as all get out and since then the sexual frustration has just climbed and climbed. I couldn't bring myself to dip my fingers into myself with my arm constantly brushing my swollen abdomen carrying a child that wasn't mine. I felt like I was invading its space. It was too weird.
But that was a week ago, and today when I awoke from a dream featuring Mr. Tall, dark and handsome and some serious action, something had to be done.
Thomas was my best option, well he wasn't the best, but he was my only option. The only person that would more than likely fuck me despite my belly, because Thomas fucked every girl in our class during our senior year of high school.
Thomas and I had remained friends because I didn't even give him the time of day when it came to his good looks and charm. But now, at 23 years old, living at home with my parents, carrying my sister's baby, with no escape through alcohol or other recreational substances available, I was left with Thomas.
I had no doubt in my mind that Thomas would, of course, back away at first but after a few drinks might get into the idea. It would only be temporary. I didn't want Thomas. I wanted to use his body. Maybe for a month or two, until I can't stand to see myself naked or however long that would take.
I need a somewhat dependable and discrete person to do the deed a few times a week until I decided his services were no longer needed. The deal was sweet for him too. I know on some level, he probably has always wanted to fuck me in some way or another at some point or another. I'm sure he's not pining away for me. It's natural to be attracted to someone you spend all your time with, and he would understand that.
"WHAT? ABSOLUTELY NOT, ZAK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" Thomas was pacing around the living room, running his hand through his brown hair.
"Oh my god, come on Thomas, you have fucked every girl east of the Mississippi but you won't do me this one tiny favor?" "Zak, you are pregnant!" "I know Thomas, God, do I know." I stood up and leaned across the table at him. "I know I'm pregnant Thomas because hellooo this is only getting bigger and bigger," I shouted pointing towards my belly "by the fucking second, and I know that this is a bit strange but I really need some help here." I cannot believe he's making this such a big deal!
"You are not like the girls I sleep with Zak." "Yeah, obviously Tom, I'm not a desperate drunk slut." "Oh my go- "Well, I am a bit desperate." I reasoned aloud.
Thomas just gaped at me, his hand now scratching the back of his head contemplating something, maybe his decision, maybe his rebuttal.
"Look Zaklina, I don't have sex with you because I respect your friendship more than I want to put my dick in you." "Does that mean you have at least some desire to fuck me? Even in the slightest?" I couldn't help but ask. I did always wonder about how he saw me. I was a friend yes, but not really. I was kind of like a sister, but obviously not really *shivers in creepiness* but we were something else entirely. Thomas was more than a friend, he was a part of my family but still there was always something.
I'm not naïve enough to call it love but there had always been curiosity. He must have felt that too.
"Look Thomas, we can set ground rules, things like that, it'll be like a- like a—"I paused before looking at him with finality, "this is a business arrangement."
After a few more minutes of bickering, he finally agreed to make a set of rules before even considering an answer.
"Okay, so first things first, this is strictly sexual." "Absolutely," he nodded "no feelings." "exactly, outside of the bedroom I am Zaklina and you are Thomas and we are the same bff's we've always been."
He smiled stiffly at the attempt of humor but remained serious. "okay rule number 2," he offered "we don't tell our families." "I couldn't agree more, our mothers would be planning our wedding before we finished this list." He cringed at the thought and I kept going.
"Okay rule number 3, no sex with other people until the end date of this contract that has yet to be established" I challenged, knowing he would put up a fight. "What, no. I'm not going stop having sex with other people just to have sex with you like once a week." "oh believe me Tom; it's going to be more than once a week." With that he didn't argue any longer. He looked at me for a few moments before shaking his head, erasing an unspoken thought.
"Num—" Why don't you just get a boyfriend to do this with?" I looked up and saw him looking at me with intensity in his eyes that I rarely saw. "Why you? Are you kidding me Thomas? I'm a fucking blimp and it's only going to get worse. You're the only person that could really help since you know you have the right… equipment… and come on you get to have sex with a horny, sexually frustrated woman whenever you want." He nodded slowly, I was starting to convince him. "and I'm already pregnant so it's not like this could ruin your life."
Since Thomas lived in a one bedroom apartment, we agreed that it would be the best place to meet and take care of business. Once we agreed on a few more rules, such as no dates, no cuddling, no spending the night, the whole night Thomas finally agreed to it.
Just as we finished off our little "contract" my mother called me, nagging me about where I was and what I was doing and who I was with and if I could pick up some more mozzarella from the deli on my way home. "Look, I got to go, but I'll text you and we can…" I stammered, the reality of this all hitting me quickly, "we can get started soon." With that I turned on my heel hoping Thomas didn't see the blush that was creeping up my neck and left.
After dinner with my parents, sister, brother in law and my grandmother, I went upstairs to my room and tried desperately to fall asleep. I tried to ignore the nagging anxiety I had about getting a real post-grad job and paying off my student loans. I had guilt over going to college when my parents had no money to give me in the first place. I felt selfish and over privileged, being able to carry a child for my sister who has wanted to be nothing but a mother since she was 12 years old and it's the one thing in life she is incapable of doing herself.
I needed a distraction. I needed to be fucked. My shoulders were tense, my mind was cluttered. I knew that this was why I had gone to Thomas, to eradicate this problem. But all of sudden it felt awkward. I was going to call one of my childhood best friends so we could have a secret triste to relieve stress and the go back to daily life.
With reluctance, I grabbed my phone and before I could change my mind I quickly sent a message
Zaklina: Would it be too soon to put our well thought out contract to good use?
Thomas: I can pick up down the street in 10
Zaklina: perfect see you soon.
With 10 minutes to spare, I ran my drawers and pulled out my underwear drawer. I reached into the far back and pulled out a pair of lacy black panties and a matching lace bra; a valentine's gift from one boyfriend in college. I had worn it once, and then the next week I found out he had given the same gift to his other girlfriend Catherine and since then I dumped him and kept the lingerie just in case an opportunity arose.
I pulled the thin material up my legs, thanking my lucky stars that they still fit. The bra was a bit snug. The tops of my swelling breasts spilling over slightly, but as I gazed at myself in the mirror I tried to picture what Thomas would see when he looked at me. My jet black hair was long with wavy curls but after a long day it had frizzed out a bit here and there. I couldn't be bothered to fix it. My legs were shaved, along with other significant parts. I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth quickly and thought about grabbing a condom or two but decided against it, I was already pregnant.
I slipped on my shorts and t shirt and chucks and quietly opened my window. As I climbed out I thanked god that my father was a predictable man and never took down the terrace that made it so easy to sneak out of the house throughout my entire adolescence.
Once I pulled the door to his truck open, I saw his familiar face an all my anxiety about the consummation of our contract disappeared. We didn't speak on the way to his house.
Once we had gotten to his place I set down my phone on his counter, and looked down at my feet, unsure of what to do or say. "Do you want a drink?" Thomas interrupted my thoughts. "ummm I would love one but I don't think my sister would approve." I giggled and Thomas smiled. "Right, yeah habit I guess." "But if you need one then by all means," I gestured to the counter where a bottle of Jack sat. "umm I'm good."
He looked at me inquisitively and I looked back at him unsure of how to proceed. I'm sure he was expecting me to have a plan or something but I had no idea what I was doing. "Sooo" Thomas toyed, taking a step towards me "what's the plan now Z?"
I looked down at my hands, and then up at him but I didn't make eye contact, all of a sudden this whole contract seemed quite silly and childish. "You know what; I think I'm going to go. I think this was probably a bad idea." I didn't look up at him but turned on my heel, my face in flames.
Before I could step away he grabbed my arm "hey, look, no don't go." "Clearly you think this is the worst possible idea ever and I have to say, I'm starting to agree with you. I shouldn't have asked you to do this. This was naïve and stupid. I'm sorry." I rambled on, feeling dumber and dumber as the seconds crawled by. "Look you didn't force me to agree to anything, I'm standing here in front of you ready for whatever might happen. If you want to go, go. but I don't' really think you want that." I had turned to face him, he had stepped closer his chest close to my face.
"Why did you agree to this?" I asked, looking into his eyes wanting, no needing, an answer. "Zak you are one of my best friends. I know it must not have been easy coming to me and explaining this, you just want to relieve stress without complicating an already complicated situation. I care about you as a friend and if this is what you need I am more than happy to oblige since I have as you mentioned earlier 'the correct equipment' and I have to say I do have my fair share of experience with the ladies so I figured what the hell. It'll make a great story one day."
I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. "See there it is that's the Z I know." Without another word, he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards his bedroom door. Once we got past the threshold his hands left mine and trailed up my arms and then back down again. "Is this okay? He asked leaning his head in closer and closer. "Very okay."
His hands moved from my arms to waist and he rested his forehead against mine. "Just sex" I whispered as my hands reached up and touches his cheeks that had the slightest bit of scruff from a few days of not shaving. "Just sex" he agreed and then his lips gently brushed mine and sparked a fire in my belly.
He kept teasing me with light kisses on my lips, my cheeks, my neck. His hands gently running up and down my waist just barely grazing my breasts each time he reached them. After a few moments I couldn't take it anymore I gripped his face and guided his lips to mine with a fierceness I didn't know I had. His lips against mine made my stomach do a back flip. I moved my hands to the back of his head holding his brown curls in place. His tongue tangled with mine and his arms held me tightly against his chest.
Ever since I had gotten pregnant every emotion every feeling everything felt so amplified. I could feel myself getting wet just from a few kisses and my stomach fluttered with anticipation of what was to come.
He pulled his lips away from mine and trailed them down my neck nipping as he went. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding and it came out more like a moan than anything. I reached up and quickly covered my mouth and giggled. Thomas pulled away from where he had found my pulse point back to my lips, "well I see that you really were in need of my services." Before I could respond his lips were on mine and we were moving backward towards his bed. He sat me down on the edge and pulled away slightly. "nuuhhuhh" I argued catching his lower lip between my teeth not wanting to let go.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and he kneeled in front of me. When I finally let his lips leave mine his hands moved from my sides down to my thighs, down my knees and he gently pulled off each of my shoes.
He kissed his way back up my legs to the tops of my shorts, "take your top off" he said huskily. His hands were at the waist band of my shorts and I quickly ripped my shirt off unable to concentrate on anything but his hands slowly pulling down my shorts painfully slow down legs.
Once I kicked them off my leg I was left clad in nothing but my panties and bra and Thomas was still fully clothed. I propped myself up on my elbows, "this isn't fair, you have way more clothes on then me." I scrunched to the end of the bed and stood up, pushing his shoulders down so he was on the edge of the bed. I shoved the thought of my slightly protruding belly hanging out for him to see into the back of my mind. When he was sitting on the edge of the bed, I stood between his knees and reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. I threw the shirt over to the corner and leaned down to kiss him again my hands playing with the tops of his shoulders.
I knew that I should've probably felt weird about what we were doing, but I couldn't even reach that part of my brain. The mood was so incredibly delicious and wanton that the only people in the world that mattered were me and him.
His hands were now roaming my bra clad chest softly gripping my swollen breasts and gently rubbing the pads of his fingers on the flesh that spilled out at the top. "It doesn't look like this really fits now does it?" I shook my head "Well let's take care of it then." With that he reached behind me and in one flick he had unhooked my bra. I suddenly felt very conscientious of the extra layer of fat I had accumulated on my body since anyone had seen me naked last. In a moment of panic I had reached up and covered myself before his hands could reach my bare breasts. "hey, hey, look we can put it back on it that's what you want." He must have noticed my tensed shoulders. "I—I just, I'm sorry, look it's been a while since anyone's seen me this – this—"naked?" "yes, and obviously I've put on some weight. Look if you think I'm a fat disgusting pig just tell me now." I couldn't help it, the words just poured right out of me.
Thomas just looked up at me confused. I didn't want to cry but I felt the beginning of prickling tears pierce the backs of my eyes. After a moment had passed Thomas looked into my eyes and then reached out and gently pulled my hands away. "I do not think you are a pig. If I thought you were a pig, I wouldn't have agreed to have sex with you." With that his head dipped and he kissed the tops of my breasts. I sighed, letting the pleasure sweep away my doubts.
When he took one nipple into his mouth I gasped loudly. The sensation was out of this world, his tongue flicking my nipple then gently suckling made heat pool in the bottom of my stomach then he moved to the other as my hand gripped his hair and my head rolled back in pleasure. As he continued to suckle I felt his free hand reach down and grip his own penis that was now tenting his pants.
He let out a small growl and pulled away from my breasts, his mouth made a popping noise that made me think that my breasts were going to be very sore in the morning. With his wet saliva still on my breasts and the cool air hitting them they tightened.
I gently pulled him up until he was standing and then began working on his belt. I felt his hands encase mine and help me pull it open before I popped the button, I reached down and traced the outline of his dick through his pants, he growled in response and pulled me flush against his body. His lips hit mine with ferocity as he kissed me roughly and deeply his tongue finally meeting mine and wrestling for dominance. His hands holding the small of my back closely while I pushed myself against him.
I pulled away, popping the top of his jeans and sliding down the zipper. I reached my hand inside and felt his hot member in my hands. Before I could do anything I tugged my hand away and pushed his pants and boxers down his legs and kicked them out of the way.
His cock sprang up and I reached and grabbed it. My thumb running along the slit and then rubbing up and down the shaft, Thomas groaned, his eyes half lidded. I quickly got down on my knees in front of him and before he could say anything I put the tip of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around and then let it out with a little pop. "Fuck Z, Jesus." I put him back in my mouth and took him deeper, my tongue swirling around and running alongside the bottom of his cock.
I felt Thomas' hand on the back of my hand gripping my hair. I started going faster and faster until I felt him quickly pull at my hair and pull me up to him. "I don't want to finish like that." He leaned down and kissed me quickly before turning us around and gently placing me on the bed. I crawled to the headboard and he followed. He gripped my thighs and pulled me down the bed until I was underneath his warm body. I could feel his hard on against my leg.
He reached between us and toyed with me through my panties. I couldn't handle the touches. I was soaking wet and ready for him. I ground myself into his hand until he stripped me of my panties. Once he threw them out of the way he reached up and kissed my lips sloppily, then my chin, my neck, the spot where my neck met my shoulder, between my breasts, the growing roundness of my belly button and then finally he got to the heat between my legs. He reached down and pulled my thighs further apart he kissed the inside of each thigh until finally he reached the apex. He blew slightly on the wet throbbing mound and I let out a loud, unashamed cry of pleasure. With one final glance up at my face I nodded, desperately needing him. I felt his tongue run the length of my slit, then I felt his tongue on my clit and the very sensation sent a shiver up my spine. His licking and sapping and sucking; it was pushing me closer and closer to a cliff that I was dying to fall off of. Then I felt one finger enter me and I cried out again, when he put in two fingers he pumped them in and out of me and sucked my bud so hard that I tumbled off the cliff into euphoria while crying out his name.
Before I could recover he crawled up my body and kissed my lips. I could taste myself and sweat on his lips but I didn't care. I needed him inside of me right now. As his tongue and mine tangled with each other's, I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to move further. "Okay, I get it Z, I'm moving on" he laughed lazily and with one final kiss he positioned himself on top of me and gripped my thighs pushing them out and up. "Wait, condom?" he asked looking me in my eyes seriously. "not this time" I responded with the same seriousness in my gaze and he thrust into me.
I don't know if it was hormones from the pregnancy or what but every thrust hit this delicious spot inside of me and the friction of his dick against my clit when he pulled out and pushed in was too much. I felt myself again building another orgasm. "I think" he kissed me "I'm" again his lips met mine "close" My hands gripped his shoulders and my nails dug in for dear life as I tried to hold on as long as possible. Then finally he says "me too." Then just when I don't think I can take anymore he reaches between us and thumbs my bundle of nerves while quickly thrusting in and out of me until again I reach my climax. It's a sweet climax like running water on smooth stone. He finishes a beat later, his hot cum filling me up. He collapsed on top of me as we both try to catch our breath. I lie underneath him limp, utterly exhausted.
Once I've caught my breath enough to speak he's rolled off of me and is sitting on the edge of the bed. He has his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose as if he's worrying about something.
"Look, don't ruin this by overthinking it," I say trying to sound cool and collected but I didn't want him to change his mind, especially since what just happened. "We just had AMAZING sex. We don't need to feel guilty about anything." Thomas didn't say anything. He just reached for his boxers and pants and tugged them on. I sat there, with nothing but the sheet covering me, feeling utterly vulnerable and unsure of his reaction or how to respond. "unless, it wasn't amazing for you I guess," I suggested realizing that he's had many more sexual partners with vastly more knowledge than I so why would he be blown away.
"Zak no, that's not wh—"don't worry about it, look if you want this to just be a onetime thing that's cool with me alright."
"Can you please shut up for ten seconds? Z, look what I was trying to say is that you should just stay over tonight because it's going to a be a bitch having to come and get you to have morning sex tomorrow when you could just stay here."
I looked up at him confused to a second, "morning sex?" "yeah" "stay over" "yeah" "well that's against the rules Thomas." "Fuck your rules, I would rather have nothing else but sex like that with you than be anyone else's boyfriend for a lousy BJ once in a while. If you don't agree with that then I guess I can take you home."
I smiled; no I beamed, from ear to ear. "Well the only problem I foresee is that I forgot to bring my pajamas." If I had any hesitations they held their piece in that moment.
"I don't think that's going be a problem" he said with a wolfish grin.