Sophia and Ryan turn 18
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Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence. Having said that, some of the events relating to surrogacy are based on personal knowledge.
3. This is the thirteenth chapter of the 'Mating Rituals' series - it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 to 12 first (and why would you not want to do that?)
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"Happy birthday, Sophie!"
Cherie, Al and most of the extended family greeted Sophie in unison as she entered the kitchen on her 18th birthday. As with most teens, Sophie did mornings hard and was still wiping the sleep from her eyes as she heard the greeting, so blinked her eyes open and blushed at the attention. Really, it was no different from any other day, she thought, except for one thing, and she expected that to happen tonight, not this morning.
"Thank you," she replied, managing a smile for all the well-wishers.
Each one individually, starting with Cherie and Al, came and gave her a hug and a kiss, gradually causing her to feel more awake and in more of a happy, celebratory mood. As Ryan, the last to hug and kiss her, threw his arms around her in a huge hug, kissed her sexily on her lips and pressed his body against hers she could feel his hard cock pressing against her mound. Only a few more days, she thought, just a few more.
It had been hard growing up with a guy who was always a few days younger than you, she thought, especially when from an early age he was the one you looked up to. At first he had been just another kid, someone to play with, build block houses with, but then their relationship had changed slowly and subtly until now she felt she loved him but didn't quite know how to show this. It was the awkward age; the age when they both knew the theory from their school lessons but neither had been permitted to put these lessons into practice. A few more days then he also would turn 18. Sophie wished she could go to sleep and wake up when that happened. Meantime, she realised as she ate the delicious breakfast that her mom had cooked her, she had to get through the rest of the week, the weekend and two more days before that happened. Then there was the big party for both their 18th birthdays the following weekend.
She thought back to the number of times when she'd had to wait her party so they could have a single party for them both; many, many times. Why couldn't they have been born on the same day, or even six months apart, she wondered, not for the first time. She ate quickly, aware that she needed to leave for college soon as she had an early lecture. Totally unfair expecting teens to attend early lectures, she thought, again. If she was organizing the world she would certainly do it differently, she thought, making mental notes of things she would change.
The day seemed to drag, as any day drags when you're waiting for the evening to come. Eventually after her early lecture, several hours spent working in the library, researching for one of her psychology assignments, then a late lecture she arrived home to find a beautiful birthday meal prepared in her honor. In this household it was rare for everyone to eat together because people were just so busy with their own lives. So tonight was very special and the two long tables had been set with herself at the head of the main table.
After the delicious meal, Al made a speech about her life, bringing out all the most embarrassing things she had done, which seems to be a trait of most parents on these occasions. This, she realized, was the main reason she had decided a few years ago that she would never get married, as that was the one occasion when parents seemed to excel in embarrassing their children. However, the speeches were soon over and afterwards she was excused having to assist with the clean-up and instead people began giving her presents. To her, these were totally unnecessary; the friendship of these wonderful family members was sufficient, but she was gracious in her gratitude to each and every one.
Part way through Ryan shyly gave her a small box which she opened eagerly. Inside was a beautiful gold ring with several small diamonds and two rubies on the band. "Thank you so much, darling," she said as she tried it on, flashing it to catch the light, "It's beautiful." They hugged each other tightly.
"It's not the type of ring I would have liked to give you," he whispered, "That would have been an engagement ring, but you can treat it as such if you wish."
She held him a few seconds longer, letting the words sink in. So he wanted to marry her, she pondered, but she wasn't going to get married, she remembered, well, maybe, perhaps . . . . The thoughts trailed away, becoming jumbled and she released her grip and they parted, gazing into each other's eyes for a long second before the next person approached.
Finally Al and Cherie presented her with a small package which she opened carefully. Inside were four gold adornments, two matching horseshoe shaped pieces with small balls on the ends, a small gold ring and a small gold rod with a ball on each end. Sophie was puzzled and looked quizzically at Cherie.
"These are beautiful, Mom and Dad, but what do I do with them?"
"Well," explained Cherie, "The two horseshoe shaped pieces are nipple rings for your pierced nipples, if you choose to have them pierced." She untied the belt of her gown, which opened to show she was naked underneath, and showed Sophie her breasts, which she had seen countless times before but which only now she paid close attention to the horseshoe shaped piercings through her nipples. "The ring is for a piercing through your clit hood while the bar goes through your clit itself, enabling you to elongate your clit by pushing the bar through the ring. It will then stay there and put a slight tension on your clit, stretching it and causing much greater sensations when you have sex, as you're now permitted to do." Cherie spread her legs widely apart and showed Sophie her clit hood ring and clit bar, easing the bar through the ring to show her how that was done. Sophie noticed that her mom's clit seemed much larger than her own little button, possibly due to the many years of training it had received.
"Thank you, Mom, Dad," said Sophie, hugging her parents to her. Even though she had been told a short time earlier that Al was not really her father because he was infertile, that honor belonging to her grandfather Lance, she still thought of Al as her dad and knew she always would; he was the only father figure she had ever known, while Lance had always been, and still was, her grandad.
"That's fine. I suggest you have them fitted after the weekend party. Your uncle Frank can probably fit them when you're ready now that he has his own piercing salon," suggested Cherie.
Finally the gift giving was over. Sophie was delighted with the gifts she had received, but was even happier with the whole feeling of the evening; everyone seemed to be joyful and pleased that at last she had reached this milestone. She had only a few seconds by herself before Lance sat beside her.
"Hello, darling," he said, smiling at her and looking much younger than his sixty something years, "Congratulations. Do we still have a special appointment later on?"
"Oh yes, Grandad, I sure hope so. I've been looking forward to this ever since I first heard of it. Thank you for offering."
"My pleasure, dear. I don't think anyone would have it any other way."
