Surrogate Seduction

Chapter 1

We never really know what we've gotten ourselves into until we're in it.

Sarah played with a ringlet of her hair, trying to distract herself with the article she was currently writing. Her warm was laptop propped in her lap as she sat criss-cross on her green sofa, but she couldn't seem to pull her attention from the feeling of her body.

The sensation was a low, insistent thrum deep within, a reminder of the life blooming inside her. Her cashmere sweater, once comfortably loose, was now snug across her swollen belly and breasts. The fabric whispered against her sensitive, taut skin.

Sarah had always fantasized about being pregnant, what it would feel like for her body to expand, and change, growing a life inside of her. But she also wasn't sure if she ever wanted to actually raise kids. So last year when her dear childhood family friend Eric had mentioned that he and his wife Jenny were looking for a surrogate, she boldly volunteered.

She was now well into the 2nd trimester with a cute baby bump protruding from her middle. The other noticeable change she'd experienced over the last month was the engorging of her breasts. Her once modest C-cup bosom had already blossomed up a full cup size, sticking out as far as the distended dome of her belly.

She shifted her weight on the cushions, a small sigh escaping her lips as she tried to find a comfortable position.

Molly, Sarah's roommate, looked up from her book, her brow furrowed with concern. "Again?" she asked, her voice soft.

Sarah and Molly had been inseparable since college, their friendship deepening over late-night study sessions, shared apartments, friend group drama, and many other bonding moments over the years.

Their living room was bathed in the golden light of a setting august sun, casting long shadows across the plush rug and the assorted hand-me-down furniture. A half-empty mug of herbal tea sat on the coffee table alongside a plate of Molly's signature kale salad. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the birds outside were the only sounds breaking the silence.

"It's like... a pressure," Sarah murmured, her hand coming to rest on the full curve of her chest. She winced as her own touch sent a fresh wave of ache through her. "They're so full. It's... almost painful."

Molly marked her page and set the novel aside, her movements graceful, a contrast to her roommates new, slightly heavier presence. Her green eyes were wide with a mixture of worry and fascination.

"Should you... I don't know, pump or something? Eric would totally buy you a fancy pump"

"Maybe. The doctor said it's just colostrum right now. But they're full of something" Sarah's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, a playful, coy glint returning to her big brown eyes as her hands gently grabbed her breasts. "They're just sitting here, threatening to burst. Mocking me."

Sarah watched her friend, seeing the curiosity war with Molly's innate shyness. She took a breath, the idea that had been tickling the edges of her mind for days finally finding its voice. "Molly?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you... would you be down to try sucking them?"

Molly's gaze shot up, meeting Sarah's. Her fair skin flushed a deep crimson. They'd always been close, sharing beds during thunderstorms and secrets over bottles of wine, but this was new territory. A territory mapped with stretch marks and shifting hormones. "What?"

"Maybe I'm crazy, but -like- try to breastfeed. Just to see," Sarah rushed on, her own heart beginning to pound. "I'm just curious to see if we could relieve the pressure a little... I'm so... achey."

Molly sat across from her, trying to form words, clearly sill processing such an odd request.

"I'm curious." Sarah added and gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. "Aren't you?"

Molly's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her eyes flickered from Sarah's face down to the prominent swell of her breasts beneath the soft sweater.

Molly's mind spun. The truth was that she had been curious. She'd been recently feeling fresh and confusing feelings that crossed a border of friendship into something else. But she'd made an effort to avoid those feelings to preserve the peace of their platonic relationship. But now, Molly couldn't ignore her curiosity.

"Um, I guess so" Molly finally said, her voice barely squeak. "I... I don't know how"

"I'll show you," Sarah said, her tone gentle but sure as she folded up her laptop and beckoned her timid roommate by patting the cushion beside her.

Molly stood up and crossed over to the green sofa, trying to discern whether her friend was coming on to her or just being her normal bold and weird self. She sat down awkwardly next to Sarah.

"Hey Moll, it's okay. It's just me"

Holding Molly's wide-eyed gaze, Sarah slowly pulled the hem of her sweater up, then the softer cotton of her bra beneath. As her uncontained breasts broke free, a cool rush of air against her overheated skin. Her breast, heavy and veined with blue, was revealed. A single, pearly drop of moisture had already beaded at the tip of her dark nipple.

Molly's breath hitched. She looked utterly mesmerized, all trace of her shyness consumed by a raw, hungry curiosity.

Sarah grabbed Molly's slightly trembling hand, and placed it on her own bare rounded abdomen, just below the heavy curve of her breast.

"Go on," Sarah encouraged softly, her own breathing shallow. "Just try to suck, and let's see what happens"

Leaning in, Molly's movements were hesitant, almost reverent. She closed the small distance, her warm breath ghosting across Sarah's skin a second before her lips, soft and unsure, closed around the erect nipple.

The sensation was electric. For Sarah, it was a profound, shuddering release, the agonizing pressure finally finding an outlet. A soft, guttural moan escaped her, her head falling back against the couch backrest. "Oh, god... yes."

For Molly, it was a revelation. The taste was unlike anything she'd ever experienced-warm, subtly sweet, with a richness that bloomed across her tongue. It was primal and deeply intimate. Her tentative suckle grew more confident, her hand coming up to gently cup the full weight of Sarah's breast, supporting it as she drank.
The sound was soft, intimate. Sarah's fingers threaded into Molly's hair, not guiding, just holding, a silent communication of gratitude and shared pleasure. Molly's other hand gripped Sarah's thigh, her knuckles white, as if she needed to anchor herself to the world.

When Molly pulled away, her lips were glistening. She looked dazed, her green eyes glassy and dark with a wanting Sarah had never seen in them before. A thin, silvery trail connected her mouth to Sarah's nipple for a second before breaking.
They sat in stunned silence, the only sound their ragged breathing. Molly brought a finger to her own lips, then looked at it, as if surprised to find it wet.

"Woah" Sarah's voice was husky.
Molly blinked, slowly coming back to herself. A slow, wondering smile spread across her face. "You... it tastes really good, Sarah."
A laugh, part relief, part exhilaration, bubbled out of Sarah. "Well that felt really good."

Molly's gaze dropped to Sarah's chest again, then back to her face with a hunger in her eyes. "Can I..." she began, her voice a low, whisper. "Can I try the other one?"