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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 24
My Love Interest Is Him, Not Her
I've been getting a lot of push back for what I've done, basically to be a surrogate for my lesbian boss. The father is her brother. The insemination was 'natural'. The pregnancy is now going on seven months. No one in my family agrees.
This weekend one of my boss' friend got married. A lesbian wedding, with 90% lesbians present. Being quite obviously pregnant I was a conversation starter. At one point, she put her arm around me and reached over to kiss my cheek. My instinct was to refuse her kiss or move my face, but I knew that would embarrass her so she laid a wet kiss on me. Followed by 'our baby is due in February'.
The wedding was real nice, I sat beside her holding my hand in her lap. When the I Do part came, she took my face in her hands and said 'please say I do'. It was 'let's give our baby the best home she can have'. I found myself standing in her kitchen, her face on my belly, her arms around me saying 'I love you'. To who? The baby or me. When I tried to leave, my car was at her place, she went all tears and fell to her knees asking me to marry her.
I was scared to say no, so I did the worse thing. I said nothing, but I stayed overnight. I won't call it making love with my huge belly, but it was everything others might call it making love. She confessed, declared her love, 'our baby' and 'our home' and I can't wait for you to be my wife'.
I'm sitting here, writing this, why didn't her brother follow up? Now I know. I will never live down having slept with her. Letting her hold me, kiss me, and call me over and over 'her wife'. I won't say I don't want to get married, to her brother, my baby's father. And it's my baby, not a baby to giveaway. I let him get me pregnant.
This weekend one of my boss' friend got married. A lesbian wedding, with 90% lesbians present. Being quite obviously pregnant I was a conversation starter. At one point, she put her arm around me and reached over to kiss my cheek. My instinct was to refuse her kiss or move my face, but I knew that would embarrass her so she laid a wet kiss on me. Followed by 'our baby is due in February'.
The wedding was real nice, I sat beside her holding my hand in her lap. When the I Do part came, she took my face in her hands and said 'please say I do'. It was 'let's give our baby the best home she can have'. I found myself standing in her kitchen, her face on my belly, her arms around me saying 'I love you'. To who? The baby or me. When I tried to leave, my car was at her place, she went all tears and fell to her knees asking me to marry her.
I was scared to say no, so I did the worse thing. I said nothing, but I stayed overnight. I won't call it making love with my huge belly, but it was everything others might call it making love. She confessed, declared her love, 'our baby' and 'our home' and I can't wait for you to be my wife'.
I'm sitting here, writing this, why didn't her brother follow up? Now I know. I will never live down having slept with her. Letting her hold me, kiss me, and call me over and over 'her wife'. I won't say I don't want to get married, to her brother, my baby's father. And it's my baby, not a baby to giveaway. I let him get me pregnant.
