"Hey Gemma - I think I found something!" Stacy exclaimed, looking at her phone. They'd been looking for an apartment for Gemma since yesterday, when she accepted a job offer a few cities away. The only problem was that the job started in a few days and no apartments in the city had a place open right now. "Where?" Gemma asked, sitting down next to Stacy....
"You mean to say there are really that many choices when it comes to painting a nursery?" Ryan asked, sceptically. He and Gemma were having dinner at a little Italian restaurant in Primrose Hill, one that they had frequented only on special occasions growing up. "You'd be surprised! Especially when you're expecting boy-girl twins!" Gemma laughed. The waite...
This is the third part of an ongoing story and is a direct follow-up to the previous chapter. It may be useful to read the other Chapters first. * It took a few minutes to get back to the club. More people were leaving so it took a few moments to locate Gemma. I eventually saw her chatting to one of the men she was dancing with earlier. "Hey gorgeous," I...
Won't make much sense if you haven't read What're the Odds. Hopefully it will still be hot, just not make much sense. As always, I hope it gives pleasure. ***** Gemma ached a little all over, as is only to be expected after the exertions of the previous night. She had a new ache she'd never felt before, a deep satisfying ache deep within her. She'd been s...
Author's Note: This is a mainstream rewrite of my incest story, Position of Trust. *** If I had a girlfriend like Gemma, I would never treat her the way Paul does. I love him, he's my best mate. But he hasn't got the slightest clue who she really is. If he keeps this up, she's going to move out. And it's more than our waterfront apartment in Port Melbourne...
It was the first time JT had ever been in this area of Charming. The people here were the ones who wanted him and his club out, so he knew he wasn't a welcome sight riding through their streets. Gemma pointed out the driveway she wanted to stop at and JT looked at the name on the box. He saw it and looked at Gemma and tried to imagine if there was a connecti...
Friday 3rd November 2017 Seven o'clock on Friday evening, after a six-hour door-to-door journey from Dallas to our home in Pinecrest, Miami, I was dog-tired as I opened the front door. Looking forward to a quiet night in with Jill - hoping she wasn't too tired from her current stressful work situation. The first thing that hit me when I opened the front do...
Gemma was tired of being taken for a younger girl. Now twenty-two, she only looked about fifteen. Her diminutive figure and small, pale features all added to the image. So she was not pursued by many men, which was annoying for her because she was really very sexy and keen on the opposite sex. In fact, her main preoccupation when not working – and sometimes...
The club had been too loud for them to talk so they'd come back to Megan's house and spent about three hours chatting, watching cartoons and looking at Megan's drawings and art collection. Gemma hadn't met someone she'd connected so easily with for ages. Not since she was in school, in fact. When she spent 8 weeks forming a close friendship with that Dutch e...
Gemma and I had known each other for years. We'd been colleagues together and even after our careers had taken us in different directions we'd kept in touch, sometimes more frequently than others. Whenever circumstances allowed, we'd meet up for a drink and a chat on a number of occasions. There had always been a certain 'something' between us but our frien...