My name is Jamie. I am a lesbian, and I am in my late twenties. I never wanted to put my body through pregnancy or childbirth, but it seems so selfish, now, to hoard my perfectly fertile body when my best friend, who is straight, has always wanted to be a mother. My personal opinion is that if you cannot reproduce on your own, then that is the laws of nature telling you that you should find a new way to satisfy your desire to be a parent. Whether that means by nurturing and protecting children as a daycare employee, a school nurse, a NICU nurse, a social worker, or a teacher; not everyone who wants to be a parent should be one.
However, this is not about me. My best friend, Katerina, and her husband want this more than anything. I was reluctant at first when they asked me to do this for them because of what it entails. See, they can afford to give a child a good life, not of wealth and privilege, but living in a commune where they will have a real village to help raise their child or children. They do believe in vaccinations, but also homeopathic medicine. The conditions are that 1) while I “bake” their little loaf of bread in my “oven”, I have to live on their commune, and 2) because my best friend’s eggs aren’t viable, it has to be my eggs, and her husband’s sperm. Since they don’t have endless income for fertility clinics, we have to do this the old-fashioned way.
As I am a lesbian, and I have known all my life, this will be like losing my virginity all over again. I will have an actual penis inside of my vagina, and I am petrified of how that will feel. I have only ever had a tongue, finger, or sex toy up there; never a real man’s appendage.
Considering my feelings about heterosexuality, Katerina, a fully straight woman, came up with a compromise. She suggested that she take a role in this bizarre arrangement. Even though this is sort of like “The Handmaid’s Tale," I am consenting to it, so she is going to put a comfortable silk blindfold over my eyes so that I don’t have to look at her naked male husband, and his penis, specifically. She is also going to tie my hands and feet to the bed frame BDSM style. Lastly, she is giving me three options. First option is that I can wear a ball gag in my mouth while her husband pumps his loads inside my vagina (as many times as he wants) while she sits in the corner of the room to watch, clit torturing herself with her vibrator, cucking her husband as he impregnates me, her best friend, now his lesbian, surrogate lover. Second and third options are that, while she is entirely straight and feels the same way about vagina and boobs because I think about penises, she will sexually distract me from the thought of being a lesbian who is getting cream-pied by a man over and over and over again. Her ideas are to make out with me while I am tied up and blindfolded, or to use my small double-ended dildo, while we share it between our mouths. Still in the spirit of making out, but I get more than just my straight BFF’s reluctant tongue. We both get something out of that one.
They both prepared me adequately and kindly by having me stay with them in their house for one whole month before sex. We started off just easing into the intimacy and trust-building. They made sure that I had my own room for the first two weeks. They cooked me nutritionally dense meals, gave me women’s multivitamins and prenatals, did yoga with me, and made sure that I received proper sleep every night from relaxing tea. There was no caffeine or alcohol ever.
In a jest of sense of humor but also practicality, from her husband Enzo, he suggested that I wear a discrete vibrator all day (periodically taking it out to clean it in between bathing, using the restroom comfortably, etc.) so that my vaginal canal could stretch out and be able to take his cock without being in pain. It was to ease the transition from fully lesbian sex to gender inclusive sex. It also helped that Enzo and Katerina cooked whole, natural foods for me—mostly plant-based foods, but also fatty fish like salmon, as well as chicken.
Mostly, Enzo wanted to groom me (in a consensual, ethical way) by feeding me a lot of sausages, so that whether it was in my vaginal hole or my mouth, I would be willing to accept this male sex organ that is completely foreign to my “girl’s only” (up to this point) body. It was sweet, in a weird way, that he was concerned about how I would be able to handle it. He is well endowed, and that is something that none of my sex toys can boast about. I am a full nudist, now, except for my panties. If I am going to stretch my vagina out and likely cum all day from my discreet vibrator, and I will likely use avocado oil as lubricant (it smells better and is organic), then I should at least make sure that my panties will keep it from slipping out.
After the first couple of weeks, they moved me into their bedroom. For the first week, we all slept in pajamas, but we transitioned to becoming nudists and creating cuddle puddles in bed. With Katerina, I started getting extra close at night, especially as it got cold. It’s sort of out in the country, and they don’t want to spend a lot of money on electricity for air conditioners or heaters. Good thing that our body heat will keep us from freezing while cuddling! I eased into it at first because I always secretly loved her, and I wanted everyone to be comfortable with our arrangement. I started holding her naked body at night while she was half asleep. I sat up against the headboard and wrapped my legs around her hips, while my right hand cupped her right breast, and my left hand, using more avocado oil, delicately rubbed her clitoris and vulva. I oh so softly kissed up and down her neck, as she let out the most (woman x woman) virginal moans….
