Chapter 3- Taunt and teasing

"It's okay to say no," Steve interrupted again. It would be nice to finish a sentence sometime soon!

"No, no it's okay, I mean… yes, yes I'll do it," I regretted every word of what I just said. Even though I had a plan formulating, I was still agreeing to this thing!

"Oh… you mean… really? You, you'll do it?" Kara's face suddenly regained all of its beauty and her face lit up, she turned to Steve, whose face was fucking priceless! He tried to look happy but I could see deep down he'd just shat his stomach into his boots.

"Yeah, I mean it," I smiled and Kara rushed at me and kissed my lips and cheek and hugged me ever-so-tightly. I know it might not be appropriate but my pussy froze and burned at the same time when her lips touched mine.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Kara excitedly repeated.

The rest of that night was spent telling me about how great I was and how I could change my mind and so on until about an hour later when Steve announced they should leave and let me 'absorb' everything and that they'd chat to me again tomorrow.

Now, after they left I spent around forty-five minutes panicking, then I got back to plan to make. I decided that tomorrow when they called around for their inevitable 'just making sure' phone call I'd say something along the lines of… I'm sorry but I talked to someone from work and if I agree to be a surrogate, I'd lose my job because technically I'm choosing to be pregnant rather than work.

I have no idea if a rule like that exists. It had seemed pretty clever when I'd thought of it earlier but now it seemed weak, so I resumed panicking. As it turned out; there was no need to panic because things changed dramatically the following day when rather than a phone call I got a visit.

From the small picture above the speaker, I saw that Kara was here, alone. It was about two in the afternoon and I was still in my bedtime t-shirt and the few seconds it took her to reach my door didn't afford me enough time to change, instead, I quickly doused myself in something sweet smelling and met her at the door. The second I opened the door and saw her standing there in her big coat, ratty skirt, creased top and most of all her red puffed up eyes, I knew exactly what had happened before she said a word.

"It's over," Kara blurted out. No sooner had she said it, she was in my arms and her cold body was pressed against mine.

"Oh, Kara, I'm so sorry," I lied, sorry but I was so relieved I could've screamed with joy. "Come in, honey, come and sit down and let me make you a drink."

I led her over to the sofa and took her coat and hung it up on my way to the kitchen.

"Have you got something a little stronger?" Kara called to me. "I could use it."

"I've got some Jonny Walker wine, it's just an own expensive bottle but…"

"That'll do it," she called back.

I came through and sat next to her on the sofa armed with two glasses full, as soon as I'd set them down on the table she picked a glass up and took a deep gulp. Over the next half an hour she told me everything that I'd already figured out the night before.

I was right about Kara being depressed because she was lonely and the baby was the last hope of keeping them together. She'd hoped it would make Steve stay at home and find a different job.

She told me that last night after they'd gone home with my promise fresh in their minds, Steve had confessed that he didn't want the baby and he was indeed seeing someone else in New York and it was serious. He'd been trying to find the right time to leave and obviously Kara's idea of having a baby had screwed things up.

He'd been stalling her while making plans to go and last night when I'd said yes, it was the point of no return. He loaded up a suitcase, gave a pathetic apology and was gone within hours of them arriving home. So, poor Kara had spent the night crying, beating her pillow and eventually ending up at my door the following day.

"That's so horrible Kara, I'm so sorry," I felt genuinely terrible for her and more than a little guilty about my master plan! Luckily I never wrote it down anywhere so there was never any chance of her finding out.

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Kara had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly.

I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Kara. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before.

Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers.

I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?.... Right?