Alyssa braced herself for the effort, and then stood up. She cradled her swollen tummy - and the life growing within - taking a moment to rest before heading to the door of her office. She pushed an errant lock of dark brunette hair away from her eyes and gathered up her purse.
"Why didn't you wait for me to help you up?" Sarah asked. Her dark-haired assistant wore a scowl as she stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips. The expression couldn't remotely mask the young woman's beauty. If anything, it made her all the more attractive.
"I'm fine," she protested as she gathered up her purse.
"I don't know why you're still coming to work. You're due in a couple of weeks."
"Because I can, and because I'm not looking forward to cleaning up the mess Terrance will make while I'm gone. The longer I stay, the less I have to pick up the pieces."
"Well, I can't argue with you there." Sarah walked over and picked up the briefcase Alyssa was reaching for.
Despite saying otherwise only moments before, she was grateful for the help. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Sarah laughed and said, "A little late to be thinking about that now."
"I knew. Well, at least I thought I did. No matter who tells you about how uncomfortable it is, and the nausea, and the aching boobs, and the constant peeing..."
"It's nothing compared to the real thing, huh? You amaze me. I don't know if I could carry a baby for someone else."
Alyssa rubbed her tummy and felt a kick. Her sister and brother-in-law had tried for months with no luck, only to discover that while her eggs and his sperm were fine, scar tissue from an accident when she was a teenager made it difficult if not impossible for her to conceive. When the doctor listed surrogate as an option, the decision was easy.
"She's my sister. Once the results of the fertility tests came in and I saw the look in her eyes, I had to do something. That's another reason I need to work as long as I can. The part of the bill I took on isn't cheap. But, nine months of inconvenience for a lifetime of happiness is a fair trade."
Carrying the briefcase, Sarah walked at her side, ready to help if necessary. "At least you won't be the one up at all hours of the night feeding and changing diapers."
"Amen to that. Well, other than the first few feedings, and then pumping these things for a while."
Sarah giggled. "They are rather large and in charge now."
"They're huge. I don't know how some women walk upright."
"Better than my problem."
Even as Sarah rolled her eyes, lamenting her small breasts, Alyssa had to fight off the urge to look at them. As far as she was concerned, they were perfect. It was something she'd struggled with since hiring the gorgeous young woman. Sarah was a marvelous assistant - and even better friend - but she had to wonder how much her attraction had played in the initial decision to hire her.
Sarah nodded toward the door. "Well, let's get you home so you can relax."
Having Sarah bring her to work and drop her off was the only reason she could still come in. Driving was simply not an option with the size of her pregnant bump. After a slow journey to the parking lot, they were finally on the way.
"I just thought of something," Sarah said after a few blocks. "Do you think I could change at your place? I'm supposed to meet Trent, and going back home would be out of the way. I picked up my dress from the dry cleaners on lunch."
"Well, sure. It's the least I can do since you're chauffeuring me around."
Soon enough, they reached Alyssa's apartment. Once inside, she gestured and said, "You can use my room. Unfortunately, I need the bathroom - quickly."
Sarah laughed. "Okay, thanks."
Alyssa hurried to the bathroom to answer the urgent - and all too frequent - need. As usual of late, wiping around her tummy proved cumbersome. On top of that, there was the embarrassing hair she'd always kept smoothly shaven. It was impossible to see and not much easier to reach between her legs, and the effort was simply too much.
Still, it bothered her, and she seriously considered facing the discomfort before it was too late. Before long, she would have doctors and nurses down there as she delivered the baby. She decided that one way or another, she was going to do so without a bramble patch between her legs.
Sarah walked out of the bedroom just as Alyssa sank down on the couch. Turning toward her assistant, her breath caught in her chest.
Sarah was dressed in a slinky black dress that hugged her every curve. She was wearing higher heels than usual, which accentuated her incredible legs. When the younger woman did a pirouette, Alyssa got an eyeful of her friend's perfect, tight little bottom. She felt her nipples stiffen as a chill shot all through her.
"What do you think?"
"You look incredible." She knew as soon as she said it that she'd let a little too much of her arousal show in her voice.
A crooked grin decorated Sarah's face for a moment or two, then she said, "Thanks. Trent called, and he's going to meet me here, if that's okay? We can take one car, and then come pick his up tonight."
"As long as I'm here, do you need anything? A drink? Something to eat?"
Barely able to keep her eyes off the sexy young woman, her thoughts were even harder to control. You look good enough to eat. "No, I'm fine. I'm going to relax for a while, then I have something ready to heat up. My sister makes meals and drops them off to make things easier."
The brief toot of a horn sounded, and Sarah turned toward the door. "That's Trent."
"And you take it easy. See you tomorrow."
With that, Sarah made her way to the door. When it opened, Alyssa saw Sarah's boyfriend, who was also dressed up for a night on the town. Muscular and handsome, with dark, wavy hair, he inspired a doubling of the arousal she already felt. With her hormones elevated from her pregnancy, the dual temptation right in front of her nearly had her squirming on the couch.
Snapping out of the excited trance, she levered up from the couch with the hope that making something to eat and watching television would help the surge pass. It worked, and the effort of getting in the shower later combined with putting off shaving yet again had turned her mood the exact opposite way as she prepared for bed.
Headlights brightened the window as she passed on the way to the bedroom, and she peeked out through the curtains. Trent and Sarah both got out of her car, sharing a long, impassioned kiss. Before he walked to his car, Sarah reached between his legs and squeezed, hinting at things to come.
Like the flipping of a switch, the scene instantly turned her on.
Walking away from the window, she continued to bed. Fantasy took over, causing her arousal to build. As she lay in bed, she teased her stiff nipples, and her breathing quickened. It was only when she let her hand move between her legs and encountered the obstruction of her belly that her fires cooled.
The angle was awkward, and orgasm was elusive the last few weeks. Despite feeling as if she was in heat half the time, the frustration of fighting to reach a peak usually put her off trying - and tonight was one of those nights.
Though she drifted off into a fitful sleep, her dreams picked up where her fantasy had left off.
The next day, Sarah once again drove her home. Alyssa liked spending the extra time with her young assistant, even though it was almost torture at times. Today, an entirely different torture was on tap.
Seeing her fidgeting, Sarah asked, "Are you okay?"
"I think I should have gone to the bathroom before we left."
"My place is only a couple of blocks away. We can stop there."
With the urgency building at an alarming rate, Alyssa nodded. The emergency pit stop proved wise, because she barely made it to the bathroom. Cleaning up afterward was another reminder that she'd put off the effort of shaving yet again. That thought led to what made it difficult, then to what else was too difficult, and the frustration of waking up from a passionate sexual dream about Sarah this morning.
As she walked out of the bathroom, Sarah said, "Okay, I have to ask. What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't been yourself all day, and you're scowling."
"It's nothing," Alyssa answered, and then shrugged.
"It has to be something."
Afraid of offending her friend by saying nothing, but still not confident enough to reveal the true source of her bad mood, her mind whirled. Latching on to an errant thought, she tried to turn it into a joke and defuse the situation. "Let's just say that the doctor might need a machete before anything else in a couple of weeks."
"Oh," Sarah said, obviously catching on. "Too hard?"
"Well, why don't you let me?"
Alyssa's heart pounded in her chest at the thought of Sarah between her legs - though shaving had nothing to do with it. "I couldn't ask you to do that."
"Well, you're not. I'm offering." The beautiful young woman flashed a smile. "I know it would drive me crazy. It's stressing you out, and you don't need that right now. If not for you, then for the baby."
"You don't think that will be a little strange for us tomorrow at the office?"
"We're friends. You've done so much for me," Sarah continued. "At least let me do this one little thing for you."
She knew she shouldn't. It didn't help.
"If you're sure?"
"Come on. I just need to get my things from the bathroom."
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