Seducing Sally

Faye – lesbian seduction

Hi, I’m Faye.

So, let me tell you how it all began. It started, as things like this normally do, with a crush on someone I shouldn’t have had a crush on. Her name is Sally; she’s a twenty-eight-year-old primary school teacher and she’s married to a friend of my parents. I first met the couple when they came around to our house for a late dinner when I was seventeen. We hit it off and honestly, I think meeting her that night confirmed to me that I was definitely gay.

They came around once or twice a month, and Steve, her husband, was an old school friend of my parents and he’d been married to Sally for about eight years. By the time I was nineteen, they were pretty much family to me. Even though I secretly hated Steve for being married to Sally, he is a nice guy. Not overly good looking or buff but nice enough for me to understand why Sally would love him.

Sally, on the other hand, is beautiful. She has short blonde hair that sits neatly on her shoulders, bright blue eyes and seriously kissable lips. She’s slim and petite, probably about five-feet-five and has the cutest breasts ever. Even though she is that good looking, it isn’t her looks that first attracted me to her.

No, it was her… I don’t even know how to describe it. Do you know how a really sweet first-year school teacher should be? Really bright and happy and quick to smile or laugh with this way of looking at you that just made you want to hug them and kiss them and… well, you know the rest.

There is another layer to this though, see, she has an air of being totally incorruptible. A shining moral light in a world of grime. Okay, maybe I’m going over the top but I’m sure you know what I mean. She is a thoroughly lovely person and, well, I guess I liked the idea of being the one to corrupt her!

Don’t misunderstand me here, I’m a good person, but I like to think that I’m something of a vixen. I have long red hair to the middle of my back and I’m five feet and eight inches and slim with a very decent pair of legs. My breasts are a tiny bit smaller than Sally’s but I’m proud of my pert pair! Much as I like to imagine I’m a ‘bad girl’, that’s a side of me which usually remains hidden.

So, fast forward a couple of months and I had just moved out of my parents’ house into a rather nice apartment. It was on the third floor of an eight-floor building that my hard work and dedication to my job had allowed me to buy and furnish… okay, that’s a lie; my dad bought it for me and helped me furnish it. He insisted and I, in almost no way, encouraged him to. Look, I was between jobs so quit judging me.

It was a Thursday night when things started shaping up. I’d had a boring day at work again. My job entails prancing about an office making coffee for pricks and filing papers that could’ve literally been for anything. When I applied for the job as an office clerk I didn’t realise what they actually wanted was someone to do all the shitty jobs no one else wanted to do. Upward mobility? Dream on. I was sat on my sofa watching TV, still wearing my office clothes with my feet up on the table when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi Faye, it’s Sally, are you alright?” My heart always skipped a beat when she said my name.

“Oh… hey Sally!” I replied, trying not to sound too thrilled she’d called. “I’m good thanks, bored out of my mind watching TV and wondering whether or not to poison my boss with whatever the hell is growing behind the sink. Are you okay?”

“You’re crazy you know,” Sally was giggling in a cute way, but then again I find everything she does is cute. I detected something else in her voice, nervousness perhaps? “I… I mean we were wondering if you’d mind if we came to see you tomorrow. There’s something we want to talk to you about. Well, ask you about actually, if that’s okay?”

“Uh, sure… Sally is everything okay? Should I be worried or something?”

“Oh no, no it’s nothing bad. Just something Steve and I were talking about; we just wanna talk that’s all. But it’s nothing to be concerned about,” she still sounded a little strange but I let it go, I figured there was no point pushing her on it if I was going to find out tomorrow anyway.

“Okay, fine. Umm, do you want me to cook a meal or something? I’ve figured the microwave buttons out,” I was trying to inject a bit of humour into the conversation as it all seemed slightly weird.

“No, no there’s no need for that,” she laughed. “A cup of coffee or something will be fine.”

“Ah, now that I can do, I’m a professional drink maker now.”

“Will seven be okay?” Sally asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ll see you both then.”

“Okay, see you then. Bye, honey.”

“Bye,” I said as the phone clicked on the line. Normally I’d be excited to see them, especially you know who, but something wasn’t right. I’d rarely heard Sally talk that way, normally she’d laugh with me but it was all too serious. So, with my curiosity piqued, I headed into the shower and did several uninteresting things before heading to bed.

Happily, Friday is a day off, so the pricks at the office were making their own drinks today. Although, to be honest, I could’ve done with a distraction because all day long I kept thinking about the impending visit and wondering what it could possibly all be about.

I had another shower at around five and put a loose dress on, a nice knee-length floral green dress (bad girl for life) and waited for them to arrive and even though I’d been waiting for them all day, the speaker on my door still scared the shit out of me when it beeped to let me know someone was pushing the buzzer on the outside door.

I looked at the little image on the tiny screen and saw Sally and Steve waiting for me and buzzed them through the main door. It was an agonising few seconds between buzzing them through and waiting for them to arrive at the door. I had it open already and gave Sally a warm smile when I saw her. She had a big black coat on which made her look even tinier than normal and her blonde curly hair bounced around her pale cheeks as she took the last few steps up to my level.

She returned my smile, but it wasn’t as warm as it usually was, and stepped into my embrace. We said hello to each other and when Steve followed her in I saw that his demeanour matched his wife, but there was more to his expression than hers. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but whatever was going on with them clearly wasn’t good, and where I fit into this was as puzzling as the phone call yesterday.

“Come in, come in, welcome to casa-de-Faye,” I said trying to be as cheerful as possible. “Sorry about the mess, though if you point out anything that isn’t tidy, I’ll consider it an act of war!” I kept smiling as much as I could and took Sally’s coat from her and hung it by the door. Steve could manage by himself; I’m not a valet service for outerwear y’know!

They smiled and sat down as I boiled the kettle, when I glanced back at them they were talking really quietly. I could see Steve shaking his head slightly and looking worried but Sally just looked tense. I carried the drinks in and set them on the table in front of them, then sat down on the chair looking over at them.

“So, don’t keep me in suspense guys, what’s going on?” I looked at Sally then at Steve. “You both look scared to death.” I was smiling when I said it but it was a weak smile at best.

“We are,” Steve spoke up. When he did, Sally looked over at him sternly, or as sternly as she could manage. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t know if that was aimed at me or her.

“We have had a lot of bad news lately honey,” Sally spoke calmly but her voice sounded shaky. “We’ve been trying to start a family; we’d been trying for so long without any success so we went to the doctor to get tested and I…” Her voice trailed off.

“Sally can’t get pregnant, Faye. It’s something to do with the womb lining not being suitable,” As Steve was explaining this I could see Sally moving her knees and cringing like she felt disgusted with herself.

“Oh, Sally I’m so sorry,” I reached out and took her hand in mine but when I saw how down she looked I just had to hug her. I could feel her trying to stifle her sobs and she did manage to keep her composure. “What will you do now?” I asked as I sat back down.

“Well, we went to an adoption agency in town. They sent a person out to our house last week to talk to us and to look around to assess if we could be considered as foster parents,” Steve told me in a matter of fact way, I could sense a degree of anger behind what he was saying. But, it seemed… forced, like he was trying to sound angrier than he was if that makes sense.

“We got a letter from them on Tuesday,” Sally continued. “Apparently because of Steve’s work schedule and my past mental health issues, we can’t be considered as viable foster carers, even though I’m a teacher and look after kids all day!”

“Oh,” I said, feeling uneasy about being told such personal details all of a sudden, even though they were telling me openly it still felt like prying. “What do you mean mental health issues?” I asked, deciding to pry anyway.

“I’ve suffered from depression for a long time and because I still take anti-depressants… they don’t believe that I’d cope with being the primary carer while Steve is away,” she said grimacing.

I should explain that Steve’s job requires him to spend about two weeks a month in New York, and now that Sally had told me about the depression, I briefly wondered if his absence was contributing to it and maybe that’s why she wanted the baby. But I didn’t have time to fully explore that yet.

“So, what are you going to do? I mean, can you go to a different adoption place?”

“No,” Sally said shaking her head grimly. “No one will see past the fact that Steve works away a lot or that I’m on medication, they basically told us that we shouldn’t have children together.”

“Wow, that’s… that’s terrible for you, I’m so sorry,” I said in a comforting way as possible.

I’ll be honest, at this point I was kinda on the side of the adoption people, I’m pretty sure they would’ve seen the same thing I did. A couple that spends a long time apart wanting something to keep them together, rather than a child to actually bring up together. Hell, if I could see it, they must’ve seen it too.

Right now it still hadn’t dawned on me what they were going to ask me, or how I fit into this thing, all of which became clear when Steve spoke again.

“So it leaves us with one option, find a surrogate,” Steve said it bluntly and drew another harsh look from his wife, but this time he continued on regardless. “Where we would go to a clinic and some of Sally’s eggs would be fertilized with my sperm, and then placed in the womb of a surrogate mother who would then become pregnant with our baby.”

Now, let’s press the pause button here for a moment as I think this through.

It was now clear to me why they were here, what they wanted and how much they wanted it. And in this split second, I turned detective on this whole scenario. It’s surprising how clarity is bestowed upon you when you’re in such a situation as this.

Now, these two people, one of whom I’ve had a crush on for a couple of years were about to ask me to bear their child. Looking at Sally’s face and realising how much she clearly wanted (or thought she wanted) this meant I already know I’d agree to anything for her. Agreeing to do this would certainly make us closer, but it would also push us further away after I’d given birth and she became addicted to baby clothes and all the shit that comes with it.