Introducing Lanie, Blake & Logan

I would love to give all the background that led to me writing this, but we are heading away for the day and I am already running behind!

I have a feeling this may turn into a series because let's face it, the background story is going to be rather intriguing.  After all, how does a woman end up in a relationship with identical twin brothers?

For now, I leave you with Lanie, Blake and Logan... enjoy!

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Lanie stood before the door and nervously smoothed down her outfit. She was going for the 'fake it til you make it' thing and hoped her business-like outfit of black pencil skirt and red short sleeve shirt with ruffles down the middle would make her look more confident than she felt. In reality she had never been more nervous, excited, or anxious in her life.

Another knock on the door and she rolled her eyes, “Come on Lanie, get your shit together, you can do this,” she said to herself and before she could chicken out pulled the door open. Her knees went weak as she took in the doubly delicious sight of Blake and Logan.

“Hey gorgeous,” Logan said and held his arms out to Lanie.

“Hey yourself,” Lanie laughed as she stepped into his arms and inhaled his scent, manly and musky. She never could get enough of the Ralph Lauren cologne he wore.

“Oi, remember we are sharing tonight!” Blake chuckled from beside her and Lanie winked at him as she moved from Logan's arms into his, loving the stark contrast of his Armani cologne which citrusy and fresh, making her think of summer.

“Wanna come in?” Lanie asked and mentally rolled her eyes... of course they wanted to come in.

“Inside or in you?” Blake asked wickedly and Lanie bit her lip.

“Both,” Lanie replied and turned back into the house, Blake and Logan following closely behind.

“Can I get either of you a drink?” Lanie asked stopping outside the door to the kitchen.

“Look at you playing the hostess,” Logan teased and Lanie shrugged.

“Just giving you time to back out,” Lanie managed to say with a straight face, knowing there was no way that was going to happen.

“You really think either of us is going to back out when you have been sending us filthy text messages all week?” Blake asked stepping behind her and moving her hair to the side so he could bite the crook of her neck.

“And those naughty pxts were pure wickedness,” Logan added putting his hands on her hips and stepping into her so she was effectively sandwiched between the two men.

“No idea what you're talking about,” Lanie said innocently, biting back a whimper when the two men began kissing opposite sides of her neck.

The men managed to kiss and nip at her neck as the three of them made their way through to the bedroom, Lanie's tormented whimpers and moans the only sounds in the house. As they walked, Logan was undoing the buttons on her shirt while Blake was unzipping the back of her skirt.

By the time they stepped into her bedroom her black sheer lace bra was on display and when Blake worked her skirt down over her hips, so were her matching panties. Lanie stepped out of her skirt and moved to take her red stilettos off, but Logan stopped her, whispering huskily in her ear that she should keep them on. Lanie smirked at him as she remembered he was the one with the stiletto fetish. Keep them on it was.

When her shirt dropped to the floor Lanie looked at both men with determination.

“Tops off, now,” she ordered, feeling a tight clench in her pussy when the two men did as was asked of them. To Lanie's disappointment Blake never had the slightest hint of hair on his chest, but he was covered from neck to hips in tattoos, a major turn on for her. Logan, on the other hand, had no ink whatsoever, but he had the perfect amount of hair on his chest and seeing his treasure trail was enough to give her a mini-orgasm.

It was when they had their tops off that it was blatanly obvious which twin was which. Yeap. She didn't have a boyfriend – she had two – and they were identical twin brothers. The idea of a threesome was something they had been toying with for a few months; Blake and Logan were both happy with the idea, but Lanie had needed longer to think about it. Ultimately though, she knew she could trust both men, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't extremely curious about what it would be like to be in bed with both men at the same time.

And there they were!

Lanie wasn't too sure what to say so rather than speak she moved closer to the two men so she could trail a hand down their chests and over their bellies before continuing south and dipping a hand in the waistband of each man's pants. Logan groaned while Blake inhaled sharply. Both were looking at her intently waiting for her next move... which was to take her hands from inside their pants and pull each of their zippers down. The buttons of their jeans came undone next and she watched Blake and Logan shuffling out of their jeans and shoes, a burst of desire tearing through her body as she looked at them standing in their boxers.

They really were identical – the same wide shoulders, the same big arms, the same broad chests, the same powerful thighs – and they were all hers. She wasn't sure how she'd got so lucky, even if it was they who claimed they were the lucky ones, an admission she always scoffed at.

Her hands drifted down their chests again and over their bellies, this time her hands settled on the two hardening bulges encased in their boxers. She gave them both a gentle squeeze followed by a not-so-gentle squeeze and bit her lip as both men groaned and gave her pleading looks. Pretending she was immune to their desperate looks Lanie snaked her fingers into the waistband of their boxers and slowly moved each hand lower and lower until she had a bare cock gripped in each fist.

Blake started to move against her hand while Logan put his hand around hers and made her grip him tighter. She had never felt more in charge in her life - it was a feeling she wasn't used to – and she loved it.

The feeling of control disappeared when Logan slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of the crotch of her panties and brushed his finger against her wet folds. She wanted to pretend she was in no rush and that she wanted to take things slow, but her hips betrayed her and began moving against his hand. With her hand still inside his boxers, Blake moved in front of her and cupped her breast in his huge hand, his thumb swiping across the lace covered nipple and she let out a shuddery moan, arching her back in an attempt to push more of her boob into his hand.

Lanie gripped onto Blake's shoulders when Logan added another finger to her pussy and began to rub her clit with his thumb. If she was standing much longer she knew she was going to collapse – there was only so much a girl could take before needing to writhe around naked beneath an equally naked man [or men as it were] – and that time was fast approaching.

She removed her hand from inside Blake's boxers and pulled him forward at the shoulders so she could kiss him. His tongue swiped against hers and she groaned against his mouth as Logan began rubbing her clit in faster, harder circles. When Blake's hands began to trail slowly down her sides Lanie found it hard to catch her breath, the featherlight touch of his fingertips was causing a throbbing ache deep inside her pussy and she was suddenly overcome by the need to have one of them – no, both of them – inside her.

The kissing deepened and she was sent into some form of sensory overload when she focused on the feeling of two hands on her sides and one hand between her legs. It felt incredible and intense and she wondered how she had waited so long to let both of them have her at the same time.

Blake dropped gently to his knees and when Lanie felt Logan's hand leave her pussy she felt what could only be described as panic. Maybe they had changed their minds? When she felt the waistband of her panties being pulled down she sighed with relief. They weren't leaving, they were taking her panties off. When her panties dropped to the floor Lanie stepped out of them and smiled nervously at Blake when he stood back up. It wasn't that she was unsure, it was just that it was such a huge moment for her – for all of them – and it was hard not to feel nervous about what was to come!

Logan kissed the tip of her shoulder then kissed inward until he reached and kissed up her neck and along her jaw until he reached her lips. They kissed softly and slowly, and when Lanie felt Blake's breath on her neck she turned so she could kiss him. The hunger in his kiss surprised her and she moaned as he tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth then resumed kissing her with even more hunger. The kiss came to a natural end and Lanie could sense the two men were feeling just as needy as she was.

She kicked off her stilettos before dropping to her knees between the men. She pulled down Blake's boxers, followed by Logan's, and wasn't surprised when the moment she stood up Blake turned her around and undid her bra. It almost floated to the floor and as she turned around again she noticed a very familiar look of hunger on both men's faces. It was identical.

“Ready for bed?” Blake whispered, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“I'm very ready,” Lanie whispered.

“Come on then,” Logan smiled at her and took her hand. She and Logan walked around to one side of the bed while Blake went around the other side, when they were all in the bed she was in between the two men, and again was finding it hard to breathe.

Lanie wasn't too sure what to do next but Logan and Blake made that a moot point by rolling in toward her and each taking one of her nipples in their mouths. She gasped and groaned as the men began sucking her nipples, both using slightly different techniques. Blake was flicking the tip of her nipple with his tongue, while Logan was running his tongue around the nipple in his mouth... on their own it would be enough to make her grip at the bedsheets and beg for more. The two of them at the same time felt like heaven. Overwhelming pleasurable heaven.

To try and slow down her response, Lanie moved her hands down until she found the two hard cocks she was so familiar with. As the men sucked and played with her nipples she squeezed their hard lengths, loving the way it felt when one of them groaned against her nipple, the reverberations spreading through her body and causing her clit to throb. The harder she squeezed them the harder they sucked and before long her room was full with a chorus of moans, groans, grunts and cries. Her hips were moving in tight circles and her legs were spreading of their own accord – it was as if her body was screaming out 'please fuck me now!' - and her body was right, she was beyond ready.

“I... I need more,” Lanie said feeling flustered.

“Do you want both of us at the same time, or do you want us to take turns?” Blake asked sweetly and had she not been so turned on and aching for their cocks, she would have laughed.

“Both of you,” Lanie replied without needing to think about it.

Blake moved on top of her and began kissing her. She could feel his cock pressing against her slit but he made no attempt to press inside her, while they were kissing she was aware of Logan sitting up beside her and opening the bedside table. Again, had she not been so ready for their cocks she would have laughed and made a comment about there being no sexy way to say 'sorry hunny I just need to get the lube out', but in that moment all she wanted was to feel two cocks deep inside her. In her opinion, he couldn't lube up fast enough!

Blake moved off her as Logan lay back down and before she could say a word Logan was on top of her. Like with Blake, she could feel Logan's cock pressing against her slit but he didn't make any moves to enter her and instead kissed her nice and slowly. It was the type of kiss that would ordinarily have led to hours of love making, but not that night. She softly moaned against his mouth and her breath hitched when he lightly licked the inside of her top lip. That single contact sent pleasure coursing directly to her clit and she suddenly found it hard to not wrap her legs around his waist and pull him deep inside her cunt.

When they broke the kiss to catch their breath Lanie felt almost crazed with desire. She couldn't just kiss anymore, she needed to be filled up with their cocks, to move against them, to feel them moving against her. She needed to cum, and badly.

A strong hand grabbed her hip and she felt a thrill of excitement tear through her as Blake rolled her so she was pressed right up against him. His cock was against her saturated slit and when he lifted her leg and put it over his hip she knew she was finally getting what she so badly wanted and needed. The thick head of his cock ran up and down between her swollen lips a few times and then stopped at her hole. Her breath hitched as she felt the first inch of him pressing inside her and then she groaned loudly when he pulled her against him as he pushed into her. Pleasure shot through her system and she silently willed him to begin moving hard and fast against her.

That was when she felt Logan's lubricated fingers probing at her asshole. She moaned as he massaged the tight ring of muscle before pressing one finger inside her and sliding it in and out of her slowly, sending pleasurable waves deep into her pussy, which was clenching tightly around Blake's cock. He added another finger and she moaned loudly, her hips bucking as her fingers dug into Blake's arm. Logan's fingers were soon replaced by the feeling of his cock against her tight opening and as he slowly and carefully inched his way inside her he groaned, she groaned, and Blake groaned, his hand digging into her hip.

For a few moments they were still, then Blake began kissing her and as a natural response her hips began moving against him. Blake began moving in time with her and Logan quickly found the right rhythm – both cocks were pulling out at the same time and both were pushing in at the same time – the feeling of fullness surpassed anything she had imagined and then there was the friction. God. She had never felt friction of an intensity like she felt in those moments.

Her clit was getting constant friction and the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass was getting it too; what she hadn't counted on was the internal friction caused by Logan's and Blake's cocks rubbing against her internal walls at the same time. The sensation caused by the friction was all encompassing, and the louder her moans and cries got, the faster the men moved against her, the more friction was created, and the louder she would moan and cry... it was a never ending circle of pleasure like she had never experienced before.

Logan was working his usual magic on her neck, licking and biting in exactly the right place to send bolts of electricity directly to her clit. She could feel that she was swollen and knew she was incredibly wet, the more her body responded, the more she felt the pleasure. What she would normally feel in her clit began spreading throughout her cunt and soon she felt a tight heat in her pussy. The heat only added to what she was feeling and when she started shrieking she hoped she could prolong things long enough to make Logan and Blake cum... she hated the idea of her being the only one who reached orgasm!

Blake was gripping onto her hip harder with each few thrusts and when he started grunting she felt relieved knowing it meant he was going to cum soon. Behind her Logan was panting, his breath coming hard and fast against her neck.

“Harder baby,” Lanie whispered to Logan and immediately he began to move his hips harder against her.

Whenever they had anal sex he waited until she told him it was okay to start moving harder... he had done it the first time they had it and it had become a bit of a habit for them. She loved that he cared so much about her, but then his brother was just the same – both were feisty in the sack – but also very gentle and caring, and always put her pleasure ahead of theirs.

Because Logan started moving harder, so did Blake, and Lanie quickly felt her orgasm building up. She knew it was going to be a big one because, rather than starting deep in her pussy, it started in her toes and spread upward, every muscle in her body tightening, and when it reached her cunt rather than the tension bursting free after a couple of seconds it kept building and building and building. Her pussy felt so tight around Blake she was afraid she might do him some damage, but his deep groans told her he was fine. Logan was grunting loudly in her ear and as his thrusts became even harder she put her arm behind her so she could grip onto his hip. She needed to be anchored to try and have some control over her orgasm.

There was so much tension in her cunt, it was almost unbearable. In fact it was. She had to stop. She had to...

Before she could decide what she had to do her orgasm hit with such impact she thrashed about and screamed loudly, she was conscious of nothing and of no one, the room was spinning, the bed was spinning, as far as she knew the world was spinning. In the murky depths of her vaguely-conscious brain she could hear and feel the two men cumming, Blake pressing deep into her cunt, Logan pressing deep into her ass, growling and groaning, roaring their release.

By the time Lanie came around, her cunt and ass were both empty. She was on her back with Blake and Logan were snuggled up against her - Blake was lazily stroking her thigh, Logan was peppering kisses on her shoulder – and she was trying to find the energy and mental capacity to talk, to turn her head, to move her toes.

She found no energy though – quite the opposite actually – she was falling asleep and didn't want to because she wanted to enjoy the post orgasmic bliss with Blake and Logan... but she just... couldn't... keep... her... eyes...... open.

Flash Fiction - my first attempt

I am naughty.
Dreadfully naughty.

I have an assignment due at midnight tonight and have been putting it off for weeks.  This morning I went into our room to finally get onto it and managed to work for a couple of hours.

Then I began writing.

And this happened...

Enjoy xxx


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'Coast is clear' came the text message they had been excitedly waiting for. Stella winked at Carly and without a word between them they stood up and walked through the door declaring 'Management Only'. Down the hall they walked until they finally found the door that had been left open by Brad's boss when he'd left for lunch minutes earlier.

Crossing the threshold into the office Stella and Carly were greeted by their boyfriend sitting behind his boss's desk with his suit jacket off and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to the elbows. He shot both women a heated look and as they approached him Stella and Carly began unbuttoning their shirts, putting on display their matching fire engine red lacy bras, purchased earlier that morning specifically for their lunchtime rendez-vous.

Stella wasn't surprised to see a prominent bulge in Brad's dress pants and while Carly positioned herself on the desk Stella made speedy work of Brad's pants, gripping his rock hard cock in her hand when it was freed from the confines of his boxers.

Brad groaned loudly but Stella wasn't sure if it was related to her hand or the sight of Carly lying on his boss's desk with her legs splayed open, her pussy glistening with wetness, very ready for what was to come.

Stella turned with her back to Brad and stifled a whimper when she felt the back of her flowing skirt being pulled up, baring her bare ass to Brad. Carly gave her a flustered smile and Stella bent at the waist, taking a long, slow swipe up Carly's pussy, at the same time as Brad pressed the swollen tip of his cock against her own hole. Stella's hands went to Carly's hips as Brad's went to hers and the three of them moaned with pleasure as Brad pushed inside Stella and Stella started hungrily lapping at Carly's pussy.

Time was obviously of the essence and with that knowledge Brad fucked her hard and fast from the very first stroke, while Stella assaulted Carly's clit with her tongue, licking it in the fast side-to-side motion she knew was a sure way to make their girlfriend cum in record time.

Luckily they were the only ones in the building because the volume of Stella's moans, Carly's cries and Brad's groans was stuck on high, a dead giveaway of the pleasure being given and received in the modestly sized office.

Stella could feel her orgasm building, courtesy of Brad's hard thrusts and his cock repeatedly hitting her A-spot. Brad holding her hips tightly, the guttural groan he was making telling her he too was almost at his peak. Carly was bucking her hips against Stella's mouth and her nails were digging deeply into Stella's forearm, the tension in her hips and thighs an indicator she too was about to cum.

Carly tasted like bliss on her tongue and Brad's cock was hitting all the right spots. It was too much for Stella to handle any longer and when her orgasm was seconds from hitting Carly came with a loud scream. Her hips arched off the desk as Stella licked furiously at her clit. Before Carly came down Stella felt her own orgasm hit and gripped onto the desk so she wouldn't collapse. Brad came with a roar, pulling her roughly back against him as he gave one final thrust into her swollen, saturated pussy.

The cries, moans and groans were replaced by the sound of gasps for air as the trio tried to catch their breath and gain enough energy to move from their current position.

Stella felt Brad's cock slip from her pussy and whimpered quietly as she straightened up, the back of her skirt coming down and covering her ass. Carly sat up and got off the desk then took some tissues from the box beside the pen caddy and got rid of the evidence of her arousal from the top of the desk.

“Better get to my 1pm appointment,” Brad said in a business-like manner as he zipped up his pants.

“See you at home tonight,” Stella said kissing him on the cheek and rubbing off a smudge of lipstick with her thumb.

“Don't forget the dry cleaning,” Carly added after she had kissed him.

“Bye, you gorgeous women,” Brad said sweetly as they left the office.

“Bye, baby!” Stella and Carly called in unison as they walked hand-in-hand in the opposite direction as Brad.

New series coming soon!

I am excited to share that I have a new series coming out soon, and as with the Georgia & Zoe series I am going to be self-publishing and making it free for download on Smashwords.

The series is going to be called 'With friends like these', and without giving a lot away, the first story in the series is a male/male/female threesome!  The leading lady is about to celebrate her birthday and in honour of this her boyfriend arranges a VERY special present for her... the threesome she has been fantasising about for years!

To tell you more about the story would be to give away a lot of the surprises, and that wouldn't be any fun!

I am aiming to have the story published to Smashwords by the end of this week, and will be sure to post up when it is ready for downloading and reading!

Something a little different

This year one of my classes I am taking is Creative Writing.  I thought I would love the paper but have to admit I am finding it hard because so much of it is about the analysis of writing, rather than 'just writing'.

In the poetry unit I wrote a poem that I thought was what the lecturer was after... it was in no way my own style of writing, and I was devastated when I got a lot of 'you need to fix this...' type feedback.  I had put so much effort into it and turned myself inside out writing it, it was a real blow to not get the positive feedback I was hoping for.

Then along came the fiction unit of the class.  As with the poetry unit, we had to submit a short story to go in our final portfolio, and the thought made me slightly nauseous.  Writing 1000-3000 words is something I do on a very regular basis, but I felt nervous about the fact it would be academically critiqued....

After discussing it with my wifey, I decided that I could build on a scene I have already written (obviously one that doesn't contain sex!), or  I could write some back story - something that happens in the past of one of my characters, something that wasn't touched on in real detail in a story.

Then it came to me.  Or to my wife.  I can't remember which.  In one of the stories I am working on, there are two characters - Jenna and Lucas - and before the point in time the story started they had lost a baby, Sasha, at 14 weeks.  I decided I would write the loss from Jenna's perspective, go into all the detail my story didn't.

THEN my wonderful wife suggested I could write the story from Lucas's perspective.  I immediately loved the idea and knew that was the path I was going to take.

The draft of the short story had to be submitted today, and I thought I would post it to my blog as well.  This ISN'T the final product, but you get the idea!

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Four different text message tones rang out simultaneously, the melody of tones met by loud cheers as Lucas and his friends were welcomed back into the real world. No cellphone reception in this day and age? Surely that qualified as a crime against humanity? While everyone else busied themselves checking text messages and updating every social media network known to man, Lucas concentrated on the road and looked forward to getting out at the pub and being able to read the five text messages he had received. A smiled crossed his face at the knowledge that in a few minutes he could finally be back in contact with Jenna. God he missed her!

It was Trevor's stag do and Jenna had insisted that he attend. When he had refused she had looked at him sternly, her nostrils flared, lips pursed and figuratively and literally put her foot down, stomping it against the kitchen tiles as she had reminded him that she was pregnant not an invalid. Lucas knew she was right but he hated the thought of leaving her on her own. The first trimester had been rough for Jenna with the baby using morning sickness as a way to remind her five, six, seven times a day of his or her presence. When she wasn't grasping onto the toilet willing the sickness to stop, she was lying on the couch half asleep or walking around in a zombie-like state.

Lucas had never felt more useless than he had in those first twelve weeks of Jenna's pregnancy. Every day he would leave for work at the last minute and return as fast as was humanly (and legally) possible. Seeing Jenna so sick was hard for him, but whenever he admitted how helpless he felt, Jenna would remind him that it was all for a good cause and then take his hand in hers and rest it lightly on her belly. His hand easily spanned her belly and he impatiently awaited the day when it wouldn't, and he would be able to feel his precious baby girl (he knew it was a girl!) moving beneath his palm.

When he finally parked the car and everyone piled out Lucas locked up and they walked inside 'The Thistle', a pub that had over time become their pub. They had each had their 21^st there, Rob and now Trevor had spent part of their stag night there; Scott's birthday party was always held at the Thistle. It was a sort of sanctuary for them, full of many happy memories, and now here they were ready to add to the memories as they celebrated Trev's last weekend of bachelorhood.

Sitting at the bar with a coke in hand Lucas finally checked his text messages, deciding to leave the voice message for last. He smiled happily as he read the texts from Jenna.

10.38am – It is so boring at home without you, I hope you and your boyfriends are having fun in the jungle xxx

1.17pm – Can you come home and cook for me? I can't be bothered... this bub is making me extremely tired today

3.42pm – Stretched out on the couch watching Food Network, it isn't the same without you here complaining about how hungry this stupid channel makes you. I love you x

4.22pm – Going to have a lie down, feeling a bit off... will ring you when you are back in the real world. I miss you and bubba misses you xxx

Lucas smiled as he held the phone to his ear so he could listen to the voicemail left by Jenna at 5.46pm. The moment he heard Jenna's panicked voice the smile dropped from his face and his heart started to race as key words sucker punched him in the stomach. 'Scared' 'bleeding' 'pain' 'losing baby' 'ambulance' 'need you' 'please come', each word caused bile to rise up his throat and his heart to race at an unhealthy speed.

“Gotta go,” Lucas gasped as he stood up from his stool so quickly it fell over.

“What the hell, it's my stag do! You can't leave, bro!” Trevor complained. Lucas could only shake his head.

“Something is wrong with Jenna and the baby,” Lucas snapped at Trevor and ran through the crowded room towards the exit.

Outside he ran straight to his car and then spent what felt like an hour fumbling with his keys trying to unlock the damn door! Finally sitting behind the steering wheel, Lucas forced himself to take deep breaths in an attempt to regain some form of composure. It was a fruitless exercise, the only thing the supposed calming breaths did was make him realise he had wasted thirty seconds which could have been spent travelling home.

Rationally Lucas knew he shouldn't be driving but he didn't care. He NEEDED to be with Jenna and would do whatever it took. A cursory glance at the dashboard clock told him it was 7.58pm and he cringed when he realised that meant Jenna had been alone, in pain and terrified for over two hours. It was all his fault. He never should have gone on the trip, he should have been the one to put his foot down and tell her that NO – he wasn't going. If he hadn't gone perhaps it wouldn't be happening. Maybe there was something he could have done if he had been home?

At some point during the journey his cellphone started to ring. He had no idea how long he had been driving, only that every second he was a second closer to being by Jenna's side. When he picked up his phone, it was just like Jenna's voicemail, he only registered key words. 'Doctor Bishop' 'threatened miscarriage' 'gave her something to help her sleep' 'get here as soon as possible' 'obstetrics ward room 4'. Obstetrics ward room 4. Of all the words he had managed to take in those were the words swarming through his brain. Obstetrics ward room 4, Jenna, their baby. He had to get there.

The sight of the city had never been so welcome or terrifying and as Lucas drove closer to the hospital he found it impossible to stick to the speed limit. It felt like his heart was going to burst with a mixture of sheer panic and the immensity of the love he felt for Jenna and for their baby.

He silently begged a magical higher power to stop the pain for Jenna, to keep their baby's heart beating nice and strong, to be able to take Jenna – and her burgeoning bump – home the following day, to have the whole experience deemed 'unexplained but resolved'. They had so many dreams for their baby, for their family, and he couldn't fathom life without those dreams. Or their baby.

Parking in the hospital carpark and making it up to the obstetrics ward was a complete blur. He had no idea if he had parked in a legal capark, he had no idea who he had spoken to to get directions and make it up to the obstetric ward, but there he was. The corridor seemed to be a painfully bright white and it was eerily quiet. No one was there to greet him, to lead him solemnly down the hall to Jenna's room... so he ran.

His lungs and eyes were burning as he passed room after room, the numbers on the doors slowly getting smaller... 32 – 28 – 20 – 16 – 12 – 10 – 8 – 6 – and finally 4. Lucas burst into the room and moved so quickly to Jenna's side that he had to wonder if he had flown.

As his lips pressed gently against her forehead Lucas could feel tears starting to stream down his face, hot, wet, sticky tears which burnt his eyes. Clasping her hand in his own he tried to send a silent message to her that he was there, that she wasn't alone anymore. He felt her fingers move against his and as he watched her eyelids flickering he was again overcome by emotion, tears burning a trail down his cheeks as Jenna slowly woke up and realised he was there.

There were no words exchanged, only a look which said far more than any words could. Jenna was terrified, he was terrified, and they both knew what was coming. Lucas perched on the side of Jenna's bed and when she moved over he lay beside her. The moment his arms were securely around her he felt her body quivering as she started to sob. Her fingers dug deeply into his hip, like she was clinging on for dear life, trying to anchor herself to him... as if he could protect her from the tragedy that was unfolding.

A soft knock on the door was soon followed by the soothing voice of a doctor who had come to check on Jenna. The doctor – Doctor Bishop from the phone – introduced himself and explained they were keeping a very close eye on Jenna and the baby. The words 'threatened miscarriage' were spoken again, but the look on Bishop's face made it clear to Lucas that they were no longer dealing with a 'threatened' miscarriage, and rather were waiting for the inevitable.

If only he had stayed home. Surely he could have stopped it? What sort of father was he?

Bishop placed the doppler on Jenna's belly while Jenna and Lucas clutched onto each other's hand and squeezed their eyes tightly shut, neither breathing or moving a muscle.

THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...

Who knew a heartbeat could sound so melodic and heavenly?

“Record it bub, please? I want to be able to hear that when...” Jenna whispered, tears coming in place of the end of the sentence.

Bishop smiled sadly and knowingly as he held the doppler in place and Lucas took a sound recording of their precious baby's heartbeat. He didn't want to hit the 'stop' button, feeling that by doing so he was giving their darling baby permission to die.

“It's slower, isn't it?” Jenna asked Bishop, her voice cracking as she tried to fight back tears.

“I am extremely sorry, Jenna, but yes, the heart rate has been steadily decreasing since we began monitoring when you arrived,” Bishop told them honestly as he turned the doppler off and wiped the wand with a tissue.

Lucas hated doing so but he had to ask what would happen next. As with Jenna's voice message and Dr Bishop's phone call earlier, the discussion was foggy with only key terms registering in his brain. 'Dilation' 'natural delivery' 'epidural' 'surgery' 'D&C', some were terms they had once been excited about hearing, others were terms they had hoped to never have to hear.

He had to be strong for Jenna, but hearing about the procedure for after the baby had been born was too much for Lucas. With Jenna's hand in his own he slumped forward with his face in the mattress and was overwhelmed by the intensity of the tears which came. They poured from his eyes like waterfalls and there was nothing he could do to stop them. His heart was shattering into billions of little pieces and the world felt as if it was closing in around him.

That morning he and Jenna had shared a very passionate kiss before he left, he had then dropped to his knees and smattered little kisses all over her belly as he told the tiny joy inside to behave for Mummy. Only two weeks earlier they had seen their baby wiggling around on the ultrasound screen and had been excited at hearing the heartbeat for the very first time. The first time of many, the midwife had promised.

Yet there they were. Preparing to hold onto and say goodbye to their darling first child twenty-six weeks earlier than expected. Their baby wouldn't be crying or nuzzling at the breast, nor would he or she be wrapping his or her tiny hand around his finger. The child they had been so excited to meet at the end of the year would now fit in the palm of his hand and weigh 'around fifty grams'. No crying, no nuzzling, no moments that would melt their hearts.

'You don't have to see or hold the baby if you don't want to', Bishop had informed them.

That wasn't an option. They may have been welcoming their child into the world under vastly different circumstances than they had expected, but regardless of how small their child was, he or she WAS their child. Lucas wanted to know if they had a son or daughter, he wanted to know if the child would look like him or (he hoped) like Jenna, he needed the chance to commit their precious child's face to memory.

It wasn't long after Bishop left the room that Jenna's pains began to get worse. Lucas held her hand through each pain and told her to focus on her breathing. He tried to be calm, he tried to use a soothing tone of voice, but when the pains got so bad that Jenna was crying, Lucas's whole façade came tumbling down. The red button on the console beside the bed was pushed over and over until nurses ran into the room and Lucas begged them to stop the pain Jenna was in.

Upon suggesting perhaps she was in labour, Jenna agreed to let a nurse examine her, while another squirted gel on Jenna's belly and began to use the doppler.

Silence filled the room.

There was no longer a hoof-like THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP resonating from inside Jenna's belly.

Sympathetic looks were offered to them as Jenna gasped for breath, choking on her raw grief. Lucas shook his head. No. They hadn't used it in the right place. Try the other side. No. It couldn't be. NO.

“So sorry for your loss.”

Urgent looks passed between the two nurses. “CALL BISHOP NOW”.

“No dilation.”

“Blood loss.”

“Excessive.”

“Surgery.”

“Emergency.”

“Quickly say goodbye.”

“Please step out of the way.”

“A nurse will be with you as soon as possible.”

His baby was gone and now what, he was going to lose Jenna as well? Lucas fell to the floor and sat staring at a speck of yellow cotton on beige lino. Never in his life had he felt so alone, so terrified, so useless or so petrified. He didn't understand what was going on, only that their baby was dead and something was drastically wrong with Jenna. It was impossible to breathe through the pain, or perhaps he didn't want to breathe? What was life without Jenna? As the room went black his last silent words were an apology to Jenna. He had left her alone. Their baby had died. Jenna was having emergency surgery. It was all his fault.

It felt like fifty lifetimes before a nurse happily confirmed that Jenna had made it through surgery and was in recovery. It felt like one hundred more lifetimes before he was back at the bedside of the love of his life. Jenna. He still had his Jenna.

And temporarily they had their child. Their little girl they had named Sasha. So small it was hard to comprehend, yet she was perfect. A beautiful little nose and lips just like her mummy. Ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes, her daddy's big feet, her mummy's dainty little hands.

Never before had he experienced such conflicting emotions. The feeling of complete and utter pride and joy, mixed with the most painful grief known to man or woman. His heart burst at the sight of Jenna holding Sasha, and at the same time it broke into a trillion tiny little pieces. It was an experience no person should ever have to go through, but as Lucas sat looking at Jenna and their little girl, he was struck by what a hauntingly beautiful sight they were.

He needed to capture that moment.

Holding his cellphone as steadily as he could Lucas took a photo of Jenna and Sasha. Of his two girls. Mother and daughter.

It was something he had never confessed to Jenna, but since they had found out she was pregnant Lucas had looked forward to the day he could make the background picture on his cellphone a picture of Jenna and their baby, the two loves of his life.

The day he and Jenna became parents might not have played out the way he'd imagined it would, and the idea of going home without their darling Sasha was something he hadn't even begun to face up to. No parent ever imagined they would go home without their baby... yet there they were, getting horribly close to the moment they would hand their daughter over forever.

There would be no baby sleeping in the cot that was already set up in the corner of their bedroom. The baby clothes in beautiful shades of pink and blue they had purchased would remain forever unworn.

Their child would never sleep in their arms, but he and Jenna - they would always be proud parents.

Georgia: Exposed is now published!

It took longer than the previous four books, but Georgia: Exposed is finally published on Smashwords and is ready to be downloaded (which you can do by clicking on the link I just posted!).

This story took a lot longer to write than the other ones did, I think that is partly related to how busy I have been with university, but also because the story wasn't as clear in my mind from the start.  The first two (Georgia: Restrained, Zoe: Spanked) were easy because I knew they were about two very specific scenarios, it was the same with the next two books (Zoe: Bared, Georgia: Taken) because those books were the story of how Georgia and Zoe met and became 'Georgia & Zoe'.

But Georgia: Exposed, it's a whole new breed.  There was nothing SPECIFIC that had to happen, there were so many possibilities when it came to the storyline, and it took me a long time to pin down exactly what was going to happen to the lovely Georgia & Zoe.  But I got there, and slowly the story was written...

As always, the focus of this story isn't just on the sexual element, although that IS a large part of it! I can't write *just sex*, my writing always has a natural more 'emotional' element to it.  In the case of the two stories where Georgia & Zoe meet, the emotional element was the women realising they wanted more than just one night together, and knowing from early on that they had found someone very special.  The 'emotional' element to this story is focused on Zoe introducing Georgia to her family for the very first time (admittedly a little unexpectedly!)... something that I think everyone can sympathise with!

As I said, the story is available on Smashwords, but I will also post it to my blog right now, because I know that not everyone can be bothered going to a website and downloading a file... and that not everyone is comfortable having that sort of file on their computer/laptop/tablet/etc.

For those of you in that category, I hope you enjoy!

The cover for 'Georgia: Exposed'

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Georgia: Exposed

“No!” Georgia tried to pull away but Zoe had a strong hold on her hand and Georgia knew she wasn't going to give in.

“Come on, Georgia, it will be fun!” Zoe encouraged, pulling her ever closer to the door.

“Let's just go home and peruse the net all afternoon, I am sure we'll get toys a LOT cheaper on there, which means we can buy even more!” Georgia suggested an alternative that she knew Zoe would never go for.

“But, my gorgeous, sexy, edible girlfriend, I don't want to wait a week or more for them to arrive, I want to buy them NOW and then take them home and spend the afternoon making you scream,” Zoe exclaimed, going as far as stomping her foot in a manner that told Georgia she had lost the battle.

“Fine,” Georgia sighed reluctantly and rolled her eyes at Zoe. “I know you think I am stupid for being embarrassed about going into a sex shop, but I can't help it,” she added. Zoe turned to face her and then wrapped her arms around Georgia's waist and smiled softly at her.

“I think it's adorable that you are embarrassed about it,” Zoe remarked and then lightly brushed her lips against Georgia's, then she smirked as she added, “especially considering the extensive collection of toys you own.”

Georgia had to laugh at Zoe's last comment, it WAS true, she did have a fairly extensive collection of sex toys... a tribute to her single days. Since she had met Zoe the only time any of her toys had seen the light of day was when the two of them couldn't be bothered using fingers or tongues, and that didn't happen a lot.

“Come on Georgie, sooner we get into the shop, the sooner we can get home and do dreadful, dreadful things to each other,” Zoe said as she took Georgia's hand and began walking toward the entrance of the store.

“You win,” Georgia conceeded, but couldn't help smiling as she walked into the store with Zoe.

There was something kind of exciting about going into a sex shop for the first time and as soon as she was in the store she was bombarded with... well, sex! Everywhere Georgia looked there were dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, bullets, whips, blindfolds, floggers, nipple clamps, cock rings, clit pumps, cock pumps, nipple pumps, slutty nurse outfits, naughty school teacher outfits, crotchless panties, nipple-less bras, corsets, stockings, garters, and so much more. It was a veritable feast of sexy possibilities, and she had to admit it was a lot more enjoyable than shopping online like she usually did!

When Georgia was over the initial shock of her new surroundings Zoe led her over to the large wall which was home to what Georgia thought must have been every brand and type of vibrator in the world. They walked the length of the wall and back again, then started to take vibrators off their hooks to have a closer look. Early on in their relationship they had discussed vibrators and found that neither were fans of the 'rabbit' type vibrators with all the fancy bobs and whistles, both instead preferring the more boring, simple cock-shaped variety. Their preference for plain 'boring' vibrators made the selection a lot easier, and eventually they were down to choosing between two, the only differences were that had a more sizeable girth, while the other was waterproof.

“I know we planned a naughty afternoon in bed, but you know what, if we got the waterproof one we could put that enormous bath of mine to very good use,” Zoe said quietly while very gently rubbing her hand over Georgia's ass. Georgia bit her lip and closed her eyes briefly when Zoe innocently grazed her hand across one of her nipples.

“I have never tested one out in a bath,” Georgia commented, her thoughts easily drifting to an image of Zoe lying back gripping onto the sides of the bath while Georgia pumped a vibrator in and out of her pussy.

“You're imagining it, aren't you,” Zoe observed and Georgia whimpered quietly.

“I may be imagining a certain scenario,” Georgia replied, biting her lip to try and prevent a louder whimper escaping.

“How about,” Zoe began and after checking no one was close enough to see, innocently plucked at the nipple which was suddenly very hard beneath Georgia's top, the thin material of her bra and t-shirt providing little protection. Georgia squeezed her eyes tightly shut and held her breath as she waited for the sudden feeling of pressure in her pussy to subside. “We get two of the waterproof ones and get home as quickly as we can,” Zoe finally finished what she had started saying before being sidetracked by Georgia's nipple.

Georgia put the non-waterproof vibrator back on the display and removed another of the waterproof ones, then without even looking at Zoe, began walking toward the counter. Behind her she could hear Zoe giggling softly, and Georgia didn't even need to look at Zoe to know she had a huge cheeky grin on her face. Standing side-by-side at the counter, Zoe and Georgia made small talk with the cashier while she put their purchases into inconspicuous green paper bags and sent them on their merry way, wishing them a happy weekend in the process.

Before they got in Zoe's car the two women shared a passionate kiss which left them both breathless and leaning against the car. Georgia began to wonder how they would make it as far as Zoe's bathroom... at the rate they were going they would end up on the side of the road somewhere testing out their new purchases. Zoe had her hand on Georgia's upper thigh throughout the duration of their trip home, and it took all of Georgia's will power to not pull her skirt up and move Zoe's hand between her thighs. The thought of what they were going to do to each other when they got back to Zoe's had created quite the pool of horny juice between Georgia's thighs, rendering her panties almost useless because they were that wet.

Miraculously they made it back to Zoe's house without tearing each other's clothes off and getting caught fucking each other with toys on the side of the road. Zoe got out of the car and slammed the door causing Georgia to laugh at her girlfriend's apparent impatience... but it was one of the things she loved so much about her. Since their first night together Georgia had noticed just how high Zoe's sex-drive was, it was both a turn-on AND a relief, because, for once in her life, Georgia seemed to have found someone with a libido just as high as her own.

Georgia watched as Zoe unlocked and pushed the front door open, giggling as she watched her pull her top off before she was even inside properly. Georgia walked quickly up the path, by the time she had entered the house Zoe was already upstairs and Georgia could hear the water running in the bathroom. Deciding that composure was overrated Georgia walked over to the MP3 player which was hooked up to speakers and turned it on. Loud. She then began to run as well, taking the stairs two at a time to reach the second floor in record time.

In the bathroom Georgia found her sexy girlfriend in a very naked state. With a sudden intense need to feel her naked body pressed against Zoe's, Georgia speedily discarded her clothes and then looked at Zoe hungrily. She wanted all of her, she wanted to make her scream and writhe around, to tease her until she was begging to be taken. Knowing she couldn't wait until the bath was ready Georgia quickly stalked over to where Zoe was standing by the vanity unit and pressed her up against it. Rather than kissing her, Georgia moved both of her hands to Zoe's boobs and lightly squeezed both of her nipples.

“Get on the vanity...” Georgia ordered, her tone soft but commanding.

Zoe quickly lifted herself onto the vanity unit and Georgia took absolutely no time in spreading her girlfriend's legs open, crouching down and then burying her face in the heavenly wetness that was Zoe's pussy. Zoe moaned loudly and gripped on to Georgia's hair as she made the first lap with her tongue, groaning in delight as she concentrated on the taste of Zoe against her tongue. She had eaten her girlfriend more times than she could count, there was hardly a day that had passed over the past two months without Georgia's tongue dipping inside Zoe's hole, but the taste of Zoe was something that Georgia never got used to. Each taste of her girlfriend's sopping pussy was just as spectacular as the time before.

When Georgia pressed the tip of her tongue inside Zoe's pussy she realised just how ravenous she was for her girlfriend and knew she had to make a decision very quickly. She could either make Zoe cum on the vanity unit, or she could stop and they could get into the bath so they could follow through with their initial plan. Zoe's loud moans were very hard to ignore and Georgia wondered how she could even think of breaking the tongue-pussy contact for a second, not when she had worked Zoe into such a hot, wet mess. Moving her hands under Zoe's thighs, Georgia put her hands on Zoe's hips and pulled her more tightly against her mouth, her own groans of pleasure coming just as close together as Zoe's were.

Zoe wasn't the only one who was saturated, and when Georgia felt moisture on the very tops of her thighs she decided it was only right for both of them to cum. Georgia moved back from Zoe and helped her off the vanity unit and they walked toward the bath, a heated look passing between the two women as Zoe turned the taps off and they both picked up a vibrator from the stool beside the large avocado-shaped bath. Georgia could hear Zoe whimpering as they lowered themselves into the bath and the moment they were positioned perfectly with their legs invitingly spread, there was only one thing left to do.

Georgia giggled quietly when she pressed the button on the vibrator she was holding and it began to make a familiar buzzing sound. As she moved her vibrator down between her legs, Georgia's eyes were glued to Zoe who was squeezing one of her nipples between her fingers while moving her vibrator down between her legs. When Zoe started to run the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit Georgia felt her own pussy clenching tightly, and she knew it wasn't entirely because she had entered the top inch of the vibrator inside her hole. She had watched Zoe masturbating before, but she had never seen her on display like that in the bath.

Zoe began to moan as she focused the tip of the vibrator on her clit, and as Georgia pushed the vibrator deeper into her own pussy she let out a loud cry of pleasure, still unable to take her eyes off Zoe's splayed pussy. When Zoe ran the vibrator down her slit and then pushed it deep inside her pussy, Georgia could see the utter pleasure written all over her girlfriend's face and felt compelled to do the same thing. Pushing the vibrator forcefully inside herself Georgia let out a loud groan and as she pulled it out and then slammed it back inside she let out a loud, strangled cry and noticed Zoe looking at her hungrily.

Georgia began fucking herself harder and faster with the vibrator, managing somehow to keep her eyes locked on the enticing sight of Zoe's pussy. While Georgia pounded herself she watched Zoe doing the same, loving the way Zoe fucked herself with more force at the same time as she did. Each time Georgia saw the vibrator being pushed back inside Zoe's cunt it made her pussy tighten around the vibrator which was slamming in and out of her own pussy... the visual experience was almost as arousing as the physical experience and Georgia wondered why they hadn't done it before. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences of her life.

Because she felt her orgasm starting to build, Georgia changed the angle of the vibrator, ensuring it was rubbing against her clit with each in and out stroke. The change of angle and increase in friction caused Georgia to begin crying out louder and louder, each time she moved her hand faster the friction changed again, and soon her cries were extremely high pitched. Zoe's own noises were becoming louder and as Georgia watched the vibrator moving in and out of Zoe's pussy she could almost feel Zoe's pussy around her fingers. She could imagine how tight she would be, how incredibly silky and wet she would feel. Georgia was well aware that both of them were fast approaching orgasm, and considered slowing down the speed with which she was moving the vibrator in and out of her cunt, but she knew she couldn't. The vibrator felt too good slamming against the back of her pussy, the friction on her clit far too good to stop.

The bathroom was full of the chorus of moans, groans and cries coming from the two women as they teased themselves with their vibrators, moving closer to orgasm with each powerful, perfectly timed stroke of their vibrators. Georgia's eyes were still locked on Zoe's pussy, and in return Zoe's eyes were locked on Georgia's... both had a hungry look in their eyes along with a look of what could only be described as awe. To be able to be so openly sexual with each other was a dream come true for both women, who, although they had both experienced a varied and generally exciting sex life, had admitted to each other to never being as sexually open with a partner before.

Georgia began to shriek as her orgasm started to build and to make the impending climax even more intense she started to squeeze one of her nipples firmly between her fingers. The pain in her nipple translated directly to her pussy and the added jolts of electricity coursing through her body triggered her orgasm She screamed and lifted her hips off the bottom of the bath, her muscles rigid as the orgasm crashed over her. When she came down from her orgasm Georgia couldn't help but notice the sudden increase in Zoe's moans and although she had just cum, she knew there was something she badly needed to do.

Moving to her knees Georgia leaned forward and put her hand on Zoe's hand that was controlling the vibrator with. Very slowly she pulled the vibrator from her girlfriend's extremely swollen pussy and turned it off, placing it on the stool beside her own discarded vibrator. Zoe was looking at her with desperation and Georgia had no plans to make her wait for what was to come next.

“Sit up,” Georgia instructed, indictating the wide marble ledge at the end of the bath Zoe was leaning against.

Zoe quickly stood up in the bath and moved back so she was sitting on the ledge. Georgia licked her lips and gave Zoe the sexiest smile she could manage before putting her hands between her girlfriend's knees and spreading her legs wide open. Georgia groaned as Zoe's pussy was put on display, invitingly splayed, the wetness of her arousal glistening, just begging to be tasted. Zoe began whimpering as Georgia leaned in and dipped her head down, inhaling deeply as she was hit by the intoxicating fragrance of Zoe's scent.

Very aware of how close Zoe had been to cumming when she had stopped her, Georgia ran her tongue up between the swollen folds of Zoe's pussy, rewarded immediately with a loud, intense moan. A few times Georgia licked up and down Zoe's hot, wet slit, but knowing that Zoe was probably starting to feel more frustrated than aroused, Georgia soon began focusing her attention on Zoe's clit. As she ran her tongue back and forward across Zoe's throbbing clit Georgia could hear her girlfriend's moans getting louder and more high pitched, the loud cries spurring her on, causing her to move her tongue faster and faster.

Georgia could feel that Zoe was struggling to keep her legs spread open, her thighs were tightening as her orgasm approached, and wanting to give her girlfriend the most intense orgasm possible Georgia moved a hand up between Zoe's legs and while she was licking on her clit, slid two fingers inside her pussy with her palm facing upward. Three 'come hither' type movements of her fingers was all it took to find Zoe's g-spot, and when she heard Zoe's cries turn into loud, high pitched shrieky screams Georgia didn't change anything about the way she was manipulating her girlfriend's pussy.

Georgia could feel Zoe's pussy starting to tighten and as she started to gasp 'OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD' Georgia could feel her own pussy starting to react. She loved knowing that Zoe was a split second away from orgasm and that it was her who had worked Zoe into that state. Zoe's cries of 'oh god' grew louder and then there was a loud scream followed immedialy by the tight, repetitive contracting and releasing of Zoe's pussy around her fingers, all the while Zoe's hips were arched forward, pressing her pussy more firmly against Georgia's mouth. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, as did the scream.

When Georgia felt the walls of Zoe's pussy stop gripping at her fingers she broke the contact between her mouth and Zoe's pussy and moved back in the bath, with her hands on Zoe's hips. With Georgia supporting her, Zoe slid slowly back in to the tub, the dazed look on her face accompanied by a goofy smile. Georgia couldn't help but giggle as she realised that Zoe looked drunk.

“You look drunk,” Georgia remarked and Zoe attempted to giggle, but it came out more like a quiet grunt.

“I feel drunk,” Zoe replied.

“I needed to taste you,” Georgia explained.

“Your tongue... it never fails,” Zoe sighed happily.

Seconds later there was a loud knocking on the bathroom door which gave Georgia and Zoe both a fright. Zoe gave Georgia a look of panic. They weren't expecting anyone.

“Oi! Slut features! Stop masturbating and come down say hello to your family!” came a male voice from the other side of the door. Zoe groaned.

“What the hell are you doing here, dick face?” Zoe called loudly, then mouthed 'my brother' to Georgia. Oh god. Her BROTHER was there?

“Decided we'd come down a day early, have a few hours extra family time, boobs for brains,” her brother, Nick, replied.

“Well it would have been nice to be informed of this change of plans earlier, cum stain!” Zoe groaned and Georgia tried not to let on just how panicked she felt. She was NOT mentally prepared to meet Zoe's familly that day!

“Whatever, vagina breath, just finish up with your wankathon and get down to the kitchen,” her brother called back. As terrified as she was that she was going to have to meet Zoe's family in the very very near future, Georgia couldn't help but be amused by the name calling going on between Zoe and her twin brother.

“Nicholas Benedict Carlton and Zoe Agnes Millicent, keep your bloody voices down and watch your language, your grandmother is downstairs!” came a woman's hissing voice. Georgia realised it had to be Zoe's mum, Sophie.

“Oh god, grandma is here?” Zoe replied, shooting an apologetic look at Georgia. The situation was particularly cringeworthy, but Georgia couldn't help but giggle at Zoe's mum calling her by her full name.

“Agnes Millicent?” Georgia giggled quietly and Zoe splashed her.

“Shut up you,” Zoe exclaimed and then held her hand over her mouth when she realised her mum and brother would have heard the exchange.

“You weren't masturbating, someone was fucking you!” Nick gasped and Georgia heard the undeniable sound of a hand coming in contact with skin. “Ow!” he gasped.

“You're not too big for me to smack upside the head, Nicholas!” Zoe's mum informed Nick and Zoe laughed. “I'm sorry darling, I told your father we should ring instead of turning up unannounced, um, we'll go to the motel, give us a call when you are... well, you know... when you and your man friend have finished um... I think I'll just go,” Zoe's mum rambled. Zoe rolled her eyes.

“Mum, it's fine, you guys go down and put the jug on, we will be down in a couple of minutes... you were going to meet tomorrow anyway, so it's not like it's a complete surprise,” Zoe said in a calm tone of voice, even though the look on her face told a different story.

“Okay, just so you know we DID knock on the door but I guess you couldn't hear over the music,” Zoe's mum informed her, and then they heard footfalls going away from the bathroom. Both breathed a sigh of relief.

“You're lucky it was me who came upstairs to check on you and heard that mighty orgasm of yours,” Nick surprised them both by saying; they thought he had gone downstairs with Zoe's mum.

“Fuck off Nick, go downstairs, we'll be down soon,” Zoe said angrily and they heard Nick laughing as he walked down the hallway.

“I am so sorry, Georgie,” Zoe sighed and moved forward so she could take Georgia's hands in hers.

“It's okay, Zo, you didn't know this was going to happen,” Georgia replied.

“I know you had prepared yourself to meet them tomorrow at mine and Nick's birthday lunch, but... they aren't scary and they will love you and... I am just so sorry,” Zoe told her, looking guilty.

“At least they didn't arrive a few minutes earlier,” Georgia joked, hoping to lighten the mood. Zoe giggled quietly.

“As you can guess, me and my brother are close, and although we call each other a myriad of mean names, we do love each other,” Zoe promised.

“Your mum sounded a bit scary,” Georgia admitted and Zoe shook her head.

“She's not, I think she just enjoys having the chance to be the bossy mum,” Zoe replied and then sighed nervously. “We should probably get out of the bath and get dressed,” she added.

They both stood up and climbed out of the bath then began drying off. Georgia was fighting the urge to suggest that perhaps she could climb out of the bathroom window, shimmy down the drainpipe and escape... but she knew that for her and Georgia to be taken seriously, they had to act like mature adults. Mature adults didn't sneak around to avoid seeing each other's parents.

With each passing second Georgia felt more nervous to the point that when they were finally dressed she was shaking. Zoe's family knew they were going to be introduced to 'someone special' the next day at the birthday lunch so were no doubt curious, but Georgia knew they weren't expecting that someone special to have breasts... or a vagina.

When they had spoken about it Zoe told Georgia that her parents weren't homophobic and were all for marriage equality so the hope was that while her parents would be surprised, they wouldn't react badly to the news. But neither were stupid and they knew that when someone's own child was involved, thoughts on a matter such as sexuality could change.

“Are you sure your family are going to be okay?” Georgia asked, and not for the first time since they had decided it was time for her to meet them.

“I am sure they will be fine. I think they will all be surprised, but I don't think there are going to be any negative reactions,” Zoe promised and then took Georgia in her arms.

“You don't know for sure,” Georgia said quietly, trying to fight back tears which had suddenly snuck up on her. She had no idea meeting Zoe's family was going to bring up such a huge mixture of emotions for her.

“Babe, if they say ANYTHING that is even slightly negative I'll be telling them to piss off,” Zoe reassured her.

“I'm sorry Zo, I know I am being silly about this,” Georgia sighed, feeling embarrassed. She trusted Zoe, she knew she wouldn't have suggested they meet if she wasn't sure her parents would be okay with the situation. “I am just being my usual self and worrying over nothing,” she said stepping back slightly so she could look Zoe in the eye. “It probably doesn't seem like it, but I AM looking forward to meeting your family,” she said, smiling nervously.

“You aren't being silly,” Zoe replied and leaned in so she could brush her lips against Georgia's.

Their kiss was brief and gentle, but it had a very calming effect on Georgia and in what was an uncharacteristically confident move for her, she took Zoe's hand and led her to the bathroom door.

“Come on, let's get down there, I want to meet your family,” Georgia told Zoe, deciding she owed it to her girlfriend to think positively... even if inside she was terrified.

“I will be holding your hand the entire time,” Zoe told her, sounding almost as nervous as Georgia felt.

“Ready?” Georgia asked Zoe, her hand shaking as she put it on the doorknob.

“Yes, I am ready to show off my beautiful, wonderful, amazing, simply delicious girlfriend,” Zoe confirmed with the nod of her head.

Georgia opened the door and they both stepped into the hallway. For a few seconds they stood still, squeezing each other's hand tightly, but were soon walking down the hallway toward the stairs. As they reached the top of the stairs Georgia could hear voices coming from the lounge and she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting away the voice inside that was screaming 'go go go, run while you can!' They began descending the stairs and the closer they got to the bottom, the harder Georgia found herself squeezing Zoe's hand. Stepping off the bottom step, Zoe turned to Georgia and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as she exhaled.

“Are you sure you are ready for this, Georgie?” Zoe asked seriously and Georgia smiled softly at her girlfriend, who happened to be looking more nervous with each passing second.

“I am,” Georgia confirmed, flashing Zoe a smile that she hoped didn't give away the fact she felt more nervous than she ever had in her life.

“I will go in to the lounge first...” Zoe offered and Georgia gave a little nod of the head to tell Zoe she agreed.

Without saying a word Zoe led Georgia toward the entrance of the lounge. Just before the door Georgia moved to the right and stood with her back against the wall, concentrating on her breathing, wanting to look as calm as possible when she made that all important first impression on Zoe's family.

“Hi sweetheart!” came a man's voice from inside the lounge.

“Hi daddy,” Zoe replied, to the man, her father.

“Happy almost-birthday!” came the voice of a woman that Georgia decided was probably Zoe's sister, Julia.

“Thanks!” Zoe giggled. “And look at that belly, how is my niece?” she asked and Georgia smiled, she knew Zoe was incredibly excited about becoming an aunty for the first time, in the not-too-distant future.

“Behaving herself,” the woman she presumed was Julia replied.

“Come on missy, we all want to meet that boyfriend of yours,” another woman spoke up, there was no doubt in Georgia's mind it was Zoe's grandma.

“Yea, where is the dude who was giving you so much pleasure just minutes ago?” Nick asked.

“Nicholas! That is ENOUGH of that type of talk!” Zoe's mum declared, sounding frustrated.

Zoe stepped backward and reached out for Georgia's hand, smiling encouragingly at her. Georgia smiled and took a deep breath as they both stepped into the lounge. All eyes were suddenly on them.

“Everyone, I would like you to meet Georgia,” Zoe announced and put her arm around Georgia's waist, “my girlfriend.”

Everyone was staring at them, mouths open, eyes unblinking. Georgia had heard of the expression 'like a stunned mullet', and that was the only way to describe the look on the faces of Zoe's family. Complete and utter shock.

“Your boyfriend has boobs!” Nick gasped and without even thinking about it Georgia found herself looking down her top.

“OH MY GOD, YOU'RE RIGHT!” Georgia exclaimed, looking at Nick in mock surprise. Beside her Zoe giggled, while Nick simply smirked at her.

“So you're a lesbian now darling?” Zoe's grandma, Ida, asked and Zoe laughed quietly.

“No, grandma, I'm not a lesbian, but I am very much in love with this beautiful woman,” Zoe said proudly.

“I don't understand how you can be in love with a woman and not be a lesbian, but I am very happy to hear you are in love,” Zoe's grandma responded, smiling softly at both of them.

“I have to say I am surprised,” Zoe's dad, Bob, said still looking shocked. “But like your gran said, I... I am glad to hear you have met someone who makes you happy,” he added with a faint smile.

“I guess Xavier was right,” Julia sighed and Zoe frowned.

“What do you mean?” Zoe asked and Julia rolled her eyes.

“When you weren't more forthcoming about your new relationship he told me that you were probably seeing another woman,” Julia explained.

“Well I had absolutely no idea,” Sophie admitted and began blushing.

“I know it's a surprise,” Zoe said apologetically.

“I won't pretend it isn't, to be honest it is the last thing I expected you to ever be telling me,” Sophie told Zoe honestly.

For a few moments Georgia wondered if they were about to receive the first negative comment about their relationship, but was relieved when she saw a smile appear on Sophie's face. Georgia gripped Zoe's hand with renewed force as Sophie stood up and walked over to where they were standing.

“It might might take a while for me to get my head around, but I want you to know that I am okay with this,” Sophie stated, directing her comment toward both of them.

“Thanks mum,” Zoe replied and let go of Georgia's hand so she could hug her mum.

“It's nice to meet you, Georgia,” Sophie said shyly to Georgia.

“It's... it's nice to meet you as well, Zo has told me so much about you,” Georgia said equally as shyly.

When Sophie walked back over to the recliner she had been sitting on, Zoe and Georgia sat down on the two seater couch and held hands, waiting for the inevitable questions to come.

“Did you hear that Mary Lewis was cheating on Donald with Michael Davis?” Sophie asked Zoe, eliciting a frown from Zoe.

“No, I didn't hear about that, how awful,” Zoe replied.

“I know, was their daughter that caught them too,” Sophie exclaimed.

“Bet that's a sight she didn't bet on seeing!” Nick commented. “Much like hearing a sound you didn't bet on hearing when arriving at your sister's house!” he added with a smirk.

“Fuck up dick brain,” Zoe ordered, throwing a cushion across the room at him.

“Will you two please stop acting like five year old!” Sophie groaned, but Zoe and Nick couldn't hear her over their laughter.

“Oh Soph, stop being such an uptight bitch,” Ida said loudly and everyone in the room started to laugh.

“Never too old to get told off by your mum, eh mum,” Zoe teased and Sophie rolled her eyes.

“Apparently not!” Sophie laughed.

“Oh, remember that girl Jennifer that was in your class right through school?” Bob asked and Zoe nodded, confusion all over her face. “Well she gave birth to twins last week, very early, they are both going to be in that special baby nursery thing for about three months,” he informed Zoe.

“Poor thing, I heard that she had spent a couple of weeks in hospital but didn't realise she had had the babies,” Zoe replied.

“She was due a week before I am,” Julia commented, rubbing her belly protectively.

“I should do some knitting for her,” Ida remarked and turned to Zoe. “Zo-Bear, are there any wool shops around here?” she asked.

“There are a couple,” Zoe told her, smiling at her gran. “I could take you tomorrow,” she suggested.

“Thanks sweety,” Ida replied, smiling happily.

“I might go with you and stock up on a few needlework supplies, Craft Haven has closed down, so now I have nowhere to get new cottons or anything!” Sophie told Zoe, sounding extremely disappointed.

“Perhaps I will...” Bob started but Zoe cut him off.

“Guys. I just told you that I am in love with a woman, I introduced you to said woman, and what, that's the end of discussion?” Zoe asked and then elaborated “Where are the barrage of questions about how we met, where are the awkward silences? Where are the inappropriate questions? You are all acting like I didn't just tell you some enormously life-changing piece of news!”

“I can ask inappropriate questions if it makes you feel better,” Nick offered and Zoe rolled her eyes at him.

“Knew I could count on you little bro,” Zoe laughed. Zoe was born 2 minutes earlier than Nick, so technically she was his older sister.

“I am sorry darling, but I can see you are happy and that is all I really care about,” Sophie said matter of factly.

“I think what Zoe means is that... we've been very nervous about telling our families, worried about the responses we would get, and now you all know and... well, you aren't acting like it is a big deal and in a way I guess it feels a bit... anti-climactic, or something along those lines,” Georgia addressed the family, feeling surprisingly comfortable, considering minutes earlier she had been seriousy thinking of shimmying down the drainpipe to escape.

“Yea, what she said,” Zoe confirmed, giving Georgia a little wink.

“We are surprised - you could even say we are shocked - but that will pass quickly, and as long as the two of you are happy then who are we to make any judgements about your relationship?” Bob spoke up.

“You'll understand when you have your own kids Zo-Bear,” Sophie told her and then frowned. “I mean, if you have children, you don't HAVE to have children, lots of women choose not to have babies these days and it is just fine, good on them for doing what they want, I am sure that...” she began to ramble and go bright red.

“Mum, I promise you that I will be giving you grandchildren at some point, me and Georgie both want to have kids,” Zoe told her mum reassuringly, Sophie didn't even bother trying to hide her relief.

“Oh thank god for that, I can't wait for more grandchildren!” Sophie declared.

“It is a long term plan,” Zoe stated. They had vaguely touched on the idea of children and had agreed that after they had been together a few years it was something they would very much like to do.

With Zoe's mum reassured that there would be more grandbabies in the future that was the end of the 'meet the parents' experience that both women had been so worried about. There was still one family to go, but the positive reactions from Zoe's family made Georgia feel more confident about the fact they would soon be telling her own family about their relationship. Not telling their parents hadn't been an option because although they had only been together a couple of months, Georgia knew they were going to be together for a very long time. She had never been so in love with someone, nor had she ever felt such a strong connection to another human being, and there was no way she wanted to hide just how blissfully happy she felt. Zoe wasn't some dirty little secret, she was her future, and Georgia wanted everyone to know that.