Walking out of the bar, having just convinced Richard, Simon and Chen to go up to Helen's room (see previous chapter), and by convinced he meant that he had to stop Chen from running up there immediately to fuck her. That guy was zero per cent subtlety. Luckily, Richard and Simon were able to persuade Chen to go together so she didn't feel like they were running a train on her. Much better that she was filled with all three cocks at the same time, something that Graham noted had caused Simon's ears to perk considerably. With his feminine nature, Graham was starting to consider that Simon enjoyed the company of both genders.
Off in his own head as he was about to take a drink, he was taken by surprise as Georgia put her hands over his eyes. "Guess who?" She asked. "The fuck is that!" He gasped leading to Georgia looking quite put out when he could see as she removed her hands. "I was just trying to be cute," she pouted wearing her black uniform, "I have some time to spare and thought we could have a late lunch." "Sorry," Graham shook his head before kissing his lover's divine, full lips, "I was off in my head there. If you're free, that sounds great."
Walking into the twenty-four-hour restaurant hand in hand, Georgia remained silent yet her eyes never left Graham's face. "Go on," she said, "what are you thinking about?" "Not much," Graham avoided, receiving an unbelieving look from Georgia. "Bullshit, there's obviously something on your mind. Why don't you tell me, and see if I can help?" "Well," Graham delayed, feeling put on the spot, "I suppose it's nothing serious, something silly, really..." "What?" "Well, I was wondering if Simon might be bi, or pan, or something not quite hetero anyway," he admitted, before panicking, "not that I'd have a problem with that," he declared, "I've always said love is love, or a shag is a shag I suppose, but it only struck me when he seemed more keen shagging a girl in a group, rather than alone." "Oh?" Georgia seemed interested, "who's having the threesome?" "Foursome actually," Graham corrected, "Richard and Chen are the other blokes, and Helen is the woman. She told me she didn't find herself sexy, and when I told her plenty of blokes find pregnancy a turn on she didn't believe me, so I asked around and Chen and Richard were immediately interested, while Simon was only interested when they agreed to fuck her together." "Oh," Georgia seemed to consider this, and Graham became concerned at how quiet she became. "What?" He asked with concern, "Have I done something?" "Of course not," she replied nonchalantly, increasing Graham's worries, "don't be silly." "Go on," he sighed, "you didn't believe me just now, now it's my turn to call bullshit."
Not quite able to look him in the eye, Georgia instead looked down at her empty plate. "I just, I suppose I still can't help that I feel jealous when you not only find someone else attractive but get to fuck them whenever and wherever you want." Graham began to feel burning in his cheeks, feeling a mixture of guilt and embarrassment as he stared at the woman that he genuinely loved. "I get that," he admitted, "but while, yes, I get to fuck different people, you're the one I want." "Then," Georgia looked away, "if I asked you to not fuck anyone else, just save it for me every night until we return to England, would you?"
Conflicting emotions filled Graham, and he considered them quickly. "If we'd met in a pub, or on Tinder, then you know for a fact that I would," he expressed honestly, "but in a situation where we have only met because I'm expected to do what and who I want? I'd need time to consider the change." "Oh," Georgia spoke icily, "you'd rather fuck a pregnant girl than someone who loves you, is that it?" Laughing at that statement, Graham received daggers from the woman he loved but refused to feel guilty. "Not only do I not feel guilty about being turned on by pregnancy," Graham said honestly, "but she's also not the only pregnant woman I'd want to fuck." "Oh?" Georgia snapped, unable to hide her inquisitiveness, "I didn't know there's more than one pregnant girl here." "Here? There's not," Graham admitted, "but in the future I wouldn't say no if you wanted more kids. I love your tummy as it is now. No it's not flat, yes it gives me something to touch, and I can imagine fondling it every night if we lived together, but what if we also had our own kids? Well, that tummy would be even sexier, and not just because I'd shoot my load across it a lot when you were pregnant, but because it would be remembering how you looked pregnant."
Previously angry and annoyed, Georgia's expression appeared to be confused as to what was the most appropriate face to pull. "You'd want that?" She asked somewhere between annoyed and elated, "But you wouldn't stop fucking other people?" Sighing, Graham pushed his exasperation down deep inside. "I said I wouldn't stop straight away," he explained, "not that I wouldn't stop if you gave me notice. Mostly because I'm still horny and my body thinks I can do it whenever, so allow me to have one last fling, then be about twenty-four-seven so I can fuck you whenever I want, then I'm okay with it. But ask me to stop cold turkey and all I could think about would be how controlling you would be, and how I don't think I'd want to be in a relationship with someone like that." Confusion had won out of all her emotions, Georgia looking wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "All I'm saying," Graham said nonchalantly, "is that if we go monogamous while we're here, you won't get absolute fitties like Clara eating your pussy like a pro. Is that something you'd give up?" Standing up, Graham picked up the plate already on the table, amused by the look of uncertainty that crossed Georgia's face, "While you're thinking about it, I'm going to get some lunch."
