With all of my time being a slut, partying, fucking, and craziness. I never honestly considered being married, having kids, or settling down. Being 20 years old. That all seemed so far down the road. Years and years down the road.
My older sister Jessica begged me for my help. She could not get pregnant. Her husband was ready to have kids. They had tried IVF several times. Which costs $25K each time. None worked. Her body was not suited for implantation and growth. She could not have a baby.
"What can I do?" Steph asked.
"We will implant embryos in you. Then you give birth and give us the baby!" Jessica begged.
"I'm only 20! I can't be pregnant!" Steph explained. Her social life would take a hit.
"Well. You won't show for 4 months. Then for the last 5 months we can send you off on a vacation. Then after. We will pay for plastic surgery and personal trainers to get your body back in shape." Jessica explained. She had obviously planned this all out ahead of time.
"That's like a year of my life!" Steph nearly shouted.
Jessica's husband Edward walked up to Steph. He set down a small leather designer handbag. He opened it showing stacks of $100 bills. "$200k will be enough? And you can keep the bag." Edward stated before stepping back.
Steph was stunned. Her eyes darted from her sister Jessica's pleading eyes to Edward's stern gaze.
"Okay...." Steph stated with a long slow breath.
A month later Steph was pregnant. Being 20 years old and in great shape. IVF took easy. She was now carrying her sister's egg that had been fertilized with Edward's sperm.
Only her best friend Sarah knew she was pregnant and the arrangement. "Lucky shit. I would have done it for $100k." Sarah joked.
"If I would have thought about it. I would have paid you $100k and kept $100k for myself." Steph replied jokingly.
Steph was standing naked in front of a huge full-length mirror. "You had better take all the naked pictures you want now. Your body won't look the same soon." Sarah explained.
Steph picked up her cell phone and started taking pictures. Sexy smile, sexy pouty lips, ass up, and spread legs. Close ups of her pussy and ass. Steph sighed at the sight of her perfect little coin slot pussy. She knew childbirth would wreck it so it would never look the same.
"I was always jealous of your little picture-perfect pussy. Now I feel a bit sad about it. Because after childbirth. It will look like beef curtains in a lasagna that Mike Tyson beat to death with his fists!" Sarah laughed.
Steph had no choice but to laugh too. "I will show these pictures to the plastic surgeon. Maybe he can use them to recreate it later." Steph stated and then sighed.
Her hands were surveying her big DD cup tits. Holding them up. "These too will grow like crazy right?" Steph asked Sarah.
"Maybe. Some women never express milk. Others grow like 10 times their normal size! It all is a crap shoot." Sarah explained while she oogled Steph's naked tits. They too were perfect in every way.
Then Steph bent over and showed her ass. Cheerleading, running, and dancing had kept her legs and ass looking model like. Even though she had huge DD tits. Her ass was by far her best asset. Steph made a few more sighs loud enough for Sarah to hear.
"Yeah. Trucker ass incoming. Huge Rhinoceros ass! That won't be the same either." Sarah laughed as Steph took more pictures.
"Fuck. Will I ever really look the same? Can I still have sex while pregnant?" Steph asked honestly.
"Yeah. I think so. Though you will have crazy cravings for food. My sister used to eat vanilla ice cream with BBQ sauce on it at night." Sarah laughed.
"My due date is August 1st. Right in the middle of summertime. I'm so pissed." Steph explained as she held up her tiny bikinis in her hands. Steph had been impregnated on December 1st.
"So is the plan to sit around here all 9 months and fell sorry for yourself?" Sarah asked as she typed away on her smartphone.
"No" Steph replied.
"Then let's go meet some guys. You can't drink. But I can." Sarah explained as Steph got dressed in a tiny, short skirt, high heels, and a tiny blouse that barely covered her tits.
Sarah and Steph met up with some other friends at a local bar. It wasn't just a bar, but it had axe throwing, darts, bowling, rock climbing, and lots of arcade games. It was the newest bar or party place in the city. And very popular.
Sarah and Steph were not dressed for rock climbing. But they could do anything else.
As soon as Steph walked in, she knew she fucked up. Her dream guy. She had never met him. But he was there. Tall, black hair, dark eyes, light skinned, and very muscular. He was built like a body builder. But 6-5.
Steph made no attempts to be shy. She set down her purse, walked right up to him, introduced herself, and "Robert" gave her a hug. His strong hands and arms wrapped around her as she smelled him. He smelled good.
Steph took a hold of Robert's flannel shirt and drug him away from his friends and other girls.
"You are mine now." Steph stated with a smile. She sat on a stool and crossed her legs while Robert stood over her. A beer in his hand.
"Would you like something to drink? Or eat?" Robert asked.
"No. I don't drink anymore. I would get too wild and crazy. And since I just met you. I'm content." Steph stated with a serious smile.
Robert leaned down, his mouth nearly touching Steph's ear, "Sounds good to me" as he whispered to her. His warm breath teased her ear, hair, and neck. Goosebumps instantly shot up along her neck and back.
Robert stood up smiling and sipping his beer. He placed his left hand on the bar table and Steph's right hand covered it softly. She toyed with his hand. Slowly caressing it, feeling his fingers, his callouses, and the soft skin. She felt electricity between them when she touched Robert.
"Are you any good at pool?" Robert asked.
Steph shook her head but stood up. For the next several hours they played almost all the games at the bar. Robert was teaching her, holding her hand, guiding her, and making sure she was doing all the games right. Steph loved Robert's touch, his guidance, and how he towered over her body. She felt engulfed by him. His electric touch.