Faye, the Confidant

Faye stood in front of the mirror, her long red hair cascading down her back like a fiery waterfall. She had just finished getting ready for the night, changing into a knee-length floral green dress that showcased her slim physique. She was excited to see Sally and Steve, but a nagging feeling in the back of her mind told her that something was off.

Just as she was about to head to the living room, the phone rang. She picked it up, a smile spreading across her face as she heard Sally’s voice on the other end.

“Hey Sally, what’s up?” Faye asked, trying to sound casual.

“Hi Faye, I’m so glad I caught you. We were wondering if we could come over tomorrow. We need to talk to you about something.” Sally’s voice sounded nervous, and Faye’s curiosity was piqued.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” Faye asked, her concern growing.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise. We just need to talk to you about something Steve and I have been thinking about. Can we come over at seven tomorrow?” Sally asked, her voice still sounding uncertain.

“Okay, sure. I’ll see you then,” Faye replied, wondering what was going on.

The rest of the day was a blur as Faye tried to focus on her work, but her mind kept wandering back to Sally and Steve. What could they possibly want to talk to her about? She had a feeling that it was something big, something that would change everything.

As the evening drew to a close, Faye put on a loose dress and waited for Sally and Steve to arrive. When the buzzer sounded, she felt a rush of excitement mixed with nerves. She looked at the image on the screen and saw Sally and Steve standing outside, waiting for her to let them in.

Faye buzzed them through and waited anxiously for them to arrive. When they did, she greeted them warmly, trying to hide her confusion. Sally looked a bit down, and Steve seemed tense, but Faye couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong.

“Hey, come on in. Can I get you guys a drink?” Faye asked, trying to sound cheerful.

“That would be great, thanks,” Sally replied, her voice still sounding uncertain.

Faye busied herself in the kitchen, making coffee and trying to put on a brave face. When she came back into the living room, Sally and Steve were sitting on the couch, looking at her with serious expressions.

“So, what’s going on?” Faye asked, trying to sound calm.

“We’ve been having some trouble,” Steve began, his voice sounding strained. “We’ve been trying to have a baby for a while now, but it’s not working out.”

Faye’s eyes widened in surprise as Sally took over the explanation.

“We went to a doctor and found out that I have a problem with my womb lining. We can’t get pregnant naturally,” Sally said, her voice cracking with emotion.

Faye felt a pang of sympathy for Sally, but she was also confused. What did this have to do with her? And then Steve dropped the bombshell.

“We’re going to need a surrogate,” Steve said, his voice sounding blunt.

Faye’s eyes widened in shock as she realized what they were asking her to do. They wanted her to carry their baby for them. She felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her – excitement, fear, and uncertainty. What would it mean for her, for Sally, and for Steve? And what would happen after the baby was born?

My hands were still shaking as I stood in the shower, my mind racing with the events that had transpired. I had thought I had it all planned out, but little did I know, Sally’s life was about to take a dramatic turn.

Sally’s voice floated through the bathroom door, asking to come in, and I quickly composed myself, trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that I was still reeling from the intense orgasm that had just left me breathless.

“Uh, yeah Sally, sorry, is everything okay?” I called back, trying to sound casual, but my voice betrayed me, quivering with a mixture of guilt and arousal.

I heard the door creak open, and Sally’s hesitant steps crossed the floor, her eyes scanning the bathroom as if searching for something. My heart sank, wondering if she had somehow sensed that something was amiss.

“Are you okay, honey?” I asked, trying to sound concerned, but my voice was laced with a hint of panic, hoping that she wouldn’t notice my state of undress or the fact that I was still recovering from my recent climax.

I quickly pulled the shower curtain back, trying to appear as innocent as possible, but my eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension between us palpable.

Sally’s gaze flickered over my body, and I held my breath, wondering if she had seen anything, but her expression remained neutral, and she turned to the toilet, her back to me.

“I’m fine, Sally,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper, trying to reassure her, but deep down, I knew I was far from fine.

The sound of the toilet flushing was like a reprieve, breaking the silence that had grown between us, and I let out a sigh of relief, hoping that I had managed to hide my true state from her.

As I stood there, trying to calm my racing heart, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for Sally, and for me, and whether our lives would ever be the same again.

Sally emerged from the toilet, a look of concern etched on her face, and I knew that I had to tread carefully, lest I reveal the truth about my feelings for her.

“Do you want some water?” I asked, trying to distract her from my earlier state, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

I quickly turned off the shower, and we stood there, the only sound the dripping water from the showerhead, the tension between us still palpable, but for now, I was relieved to have avoided any further complications.

As we stood there, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, knowing that our lives were about to take a dramatic turn, and I was not sure if I was ready for what was to come.

Sally’s voice was barely above a whisper as she replied, “Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to pee.” I couldn’t help but find the way she phrased it endearing. She didn’t actually go into the bathroom, but I did hear the toilet flush a moment later.

“Sorry, I’m done now. I’ll see you when you’re done,” she said.

“Don’t be sorry, and it’s okay if you stay and talk. I’ll be done soon,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light. I wanted her to stay, not just because I didn’t want to be alone, but also because I had a plan.

“Oh, okay,” she said, her voice a little softer now.

“Look, I’m sorry for turning up and blurting all those things out to you, you’ve been so sweet and I really didn’t think this was going to turn out this way,” she said, her words pouring out in a rush.

“No, it’s okay, you have nothing to be sorry for, and it’s not your fault,” I reassured her, trying to sound calm despite the butterflies in my stomach.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, trying to do it slowly so as not to startle her.

“Thank you, I don’t have many friends so… Faye!” Sally’s gasp was audible as she took in the sight of me, wrapped in a towel and dripping wet.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be so surprised,” I said with a laugh, trying to make light of the situation.

“No, it’s not that, I just… I wasn’t expecting… that,” she stuttered, her eyes fixed on me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, trying to sound concerned.

“N-nothing, I just… I didn’t expect to see you like that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to be shy,” I said with a smile, trying to put her at ease.

“You’re so pretty,” Sally said, her voice barely audible.

“Aww thank you, too bad no one else seems to think so,” I said with a hint of sadness in my voice.

“No, I don’t believe that,” she said, shaking her head.

This was going exactly as I’d hoped a few seconds ago in the shower. I finished drying myself off and walked across to my robe, choosing the smaller one I have. It’s white and fluffy with long sleeves, but it only just covers my bum by about two inches.

“I can’t believe a boy hasn’t snapped you up yet,” she continued as she followed me out of the bathroom and back towards the living room.

“Ha-ha, I wouldn’t let a boy snap me up,” I laughed gently. “I’m a lesbian.”

“Oh… oh, I’m sorry Faye, I didn’t know,” she apologized.

“I’m surprised my mum never mentioned it to you,” I lied again, if my mum had told anyone about it, I would’ve gone insane at her!

“No, she didn’t. I’m sorry,” Sally said, her voice still tinged with regret.

“Stop apologizing Sally, it’s fine,” I laughed again and sat down in the armchair. Sally sat opposite me on the sofa, and I noticed she was looking down at the floor more than at me.

“I only ever had one boyfriend when I was fifteen, and after that, I vowed to never again let a man anywhere near me again! And to be honest, men have never really made me feel the way I want to feel y’know? It’s hard to explain but…” I said, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Yeah?” she replied, still looking down at the floor.

“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to sound concerned.

“Of course, why?” she said, her voice still a little hesitant.

“Nothing, you just seem a little uncomfortable, sorry am I being too open here?” I asked, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Oh no honey, it’s not that, it’s just… you’re kinda flashing me a little,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Flashing you?” I looked down and saw my right breast had almost totally fallen out of my robe, and I’d forgotten to fasten the little cord around my waist.

“Oh… oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I…” she said, her words spilling out in a rush.

“No, no it’s fine, I don’t mind, I just wanted to let you know,” she said quickly, her words forced.

“Well I don’t mind if you look,” I said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation.

“No, I wasn’t looking; well, I was of course, but not in a weird way,” she said, her voice still a little hesitant.

“Sally…” I said, trying to sound gentle.

“Sorry, sorry I don’t want to sound bad…” she said, her words trailing off.

“Sally stop! It’s okay, it’s fine…” I said, trying to reassure her.

“Sorry,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“If you say that word once more, I’m going to throw something pointy at you,” I said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“S… okay, but…” she said, her words trailing off.

I stood up in front of her, my robe hanging open to reveal my skin. I patted myself down with another towel, trying to appear nonchalant.

“It’s okay to look,” I said in a low voice, trying to sound husky.

“Sally…” I said, trying to get her attention.

“Look at me, I want you to,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She slowly turned her head towards me, her eyes still lowered. I put my hand under her chin and gently turned her head towards me.

“It’s okay to look… and it’s okay to touch,” I said, my voice still low and husky.

I took her left hand in mine and guided it towards me. I placed her hand on the exposed section of my stomach and then pushed it up underneath my robe until I felt her hand over my breast.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, trying to sound reassuring.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back, so she rested her back on the sofa. I ran my arm over the back of the sofa, and when she did sit back, I was able to run my hand through her hair.

The slight movement of her body and her hand on my breast caused my robe to fall off my right shoulder, revealing her hand still cupping my breast.

“Is it okay to touch you like this?” I asked her between kisses.

“Yeah… it’s okay,” she replied, her voice muffled.

I smiled and felt a new sense of encouragement to continue. I dropped my hand to her lap and felt around for the hem of her t-shirt. Once I found it, I slid my hand up inside and touched her body.

“I love the way you feel,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, trying to gauge her reaction.

“No, no it’s just, no one but Steve has ever touched me like this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” I said, trying to reassure her.

I pushed my lips against hers and returned my tongue to the warmth of her mouth while I caressed her breast under her t-shirt.

I didn’t stay up there for long, though, because the passion inside me was making me impatient. I left her chest and slowly stroked down to her lap and further still until I felt the bare skin of her leg.

“You feel so good,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I think I want to kiss you again,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“I’d like that,” I said, smiling.

I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue mingling with hers as we danced in each other’s mouths.

I withdrew my hand from beneath her skirt and pulled my lips back from hers, a hint of confusion etched on her face as I slowly got to my feet and stepped away. I held out my hand, my eyes locked on hers, and nodded towards my bedroom. A gentle smile spread across her face, and she took my hand, following me silently through the doorway.

As we entered the bedroom, I shrugged off my robe, letting it fall to the floor. I climbed onto the bed, turning to face her, and gestured for her to join me. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as I knelt up on the bed, holding out my hands towards her. She stepped forward, and I stopped her, taking hold of the hem of her t-shirt.

“We won’t be needing this,” I said, my voice low and husky, as I pulled her t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. For the first time, I saw her beautiful breasts up close, and I felt a surge of desire.

“Wow, they are seriously gorgeous,” I beamed up at her, my eyes locked on hers. She smiled, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Sally seemed to be gaining confidence with each passing moment, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her skirt, pulling her closer as I planted a kiss on her lips. Her breasts pressed against mine, and we shared a tender, exploratory kiss.

I felt around the back of her skirt, searching for the clasp, and eventually found the button. With a gentle tug, her skirt fell open, revealing her bare bum. I took the opportunity to give it a gentle squeeze, and she let out a soft gasp.

As we kissed, I felt her relax into me, her body molding to mine. I stroked her skin, tracing the curves of her body with my fingertips. She seemed to be enjoying the touch, her breathing growing slower and more relaxed.

I broke the kiss, and she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I knee-walked to the top of the bed, patting the pillows beside me. “Lie here, baby,” I whispered, smiling down at her. She crawled forward, and I pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her.

As I held her, I felt a sense of wonder and awe. Her body was so slender, so delicate, and yet so full of life and passion. I stroked her hair, tracing the curves of her face with my fingertips.

“Hey, are you gonna sit and stare at me all day?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I looked up, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. “Sorry,” I said, smiling down at her. “You’re just… amazing.”

I straddled her hips, letting my hair fall over my left shoulder. I stroked her breasts, massaging them gently with my fingertips. She let out a soft moan, and I knew I was on the right track.

I lowered my body onto hers, crushing our breasts together. I invaded her mouth with my tongue, kissing her lips, her cheeks, and her neck. She seemed to be enjoying the touch, her body responding to mine with a slow, sensual rhythm.

I moved lower, licking and kissing her stomach, her navel, and eventually, her loins. She let out a soft gasp as I trailed my tongue down her slit, and I knew I was in for a treat.

I licked my lips, savoring the taste of her. Her pink pussy was like a volcano, hot and wet and inviting. I ran my fingertips down over her slit, barely touching her, and she writhed and wriggled in response.

“Mmmm,” I barely heard her, my own heart pounding in my ears. I planted a soft kiss right over her lips, and she let out a soft sigh.

I was on autopilot now, my body responding to hers with a primal, instinctual rhythm. I licked her lips slowly at first, allowing only the tip of my tongue to push into her groove. With each pass, I added more pressure, slipping ever further between her red hot lips.

“Ohhhh god, Faye,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.

I put my hands on her thighs, pushing them wider. She got the hint, bending her knees and spreading her legs. I had one of her feet on either side of my head, and her hot pink pussy was drawing me in.

I used two fingers to open up her lips, revealing her hot little fuck-hole to me. I teased her one last time, tracing around the little pink hole with the tip of my tongue. But she’d waited long enough, and suddenly her hips bucked up to meet me.

“Oh… oh fuck!” she squealed as I tongue-fucked her. I held her hips down, pressing my face into her pussy. My tongue worked at her, licking her inside and out, teasing her hole before diving in again and again.

When the tip of my finger found her clit, I felt her pussy tighten up, and I knew she was getting close. I replaced my tongue with my middle two fingers, pushing them inside her. That extra length and thickness, coupled with my lips closing over her clit, did the trick, and her cunt muscles gripped my fingers!

Her back arched, and she sat almost bolt upright. I glanced up from her clit to see her staring down at me, her eyes wide open and her blonde hair now wet with perspiration clung to her cheeks and neck. Then she squeezed those beautiful eyes closed and let out an otherworldly screech as she came on my hand!

A torrent of girl cum rushed past my fingers, which were still wedged inside her. Her face screwed up as she saw stars for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, her pussy released my fingers, and she flopped back, her head bouncing onto the pillow as she did a weird mixture of panting and wheezing.

“Oh… oh wow, Faye, that was… I mean I’ve never… wow…” Sally opened her eyes to see me smiling down at her while she babbled away like a horny lunatic, “thank you.”

“It was my pleasure,” I told her, smiling back at her.

I realized I still had her pussy juice on my face and was about to reach for a towel, but before I could, she reached up and pulled me down to her. She stopped for a second, daring herself to do something, then she stuck out her tongue and licked me from my chin to my forehead, then sunk it between my lips and we kissed, sharing the taste of her pussy between us.

“Mmmm,” I moaned after a few seconds of tongue dancing. “You’re a really hot little devil, aren’t you?” I winked and kissed her again.

She smiled at that, and I wondered if there was more to come from this. But she seemed too fatigued, so I rearranged my pillows and pulled her up with me. I pulled her back into my torso, and we spooned. I draped an arm over her naked breasts and held her close.

She seemed really contented, and I didn’t want to push her to reciprocate what I’d done for her. I’d take her one step at a time.

Her eyes closed, and I watched her drift away, feeling her breaths get more peaceful as she calmed down. I hoped to god that when she woke up, she wouldn’t regret anything we’d just done!

So there we were, Sally and Faye, naked as the day we were born, sleeping off our lovemaking session. Would there be more? The question burned in my mind as I too drifted away.