Chapter 7: Love and Fear

Quinn and Rachel brainstormed ideas on how to mess with Santana for a half hour, with no results. They each had come up with some great ideas, but Quinn didn't think any of them fit the crime. Their brainstorming was put on hold when they heard Santana calling them down for lunch.

"Think of some more ideas, and we'll get together later in the week," Quinn said, as she got off of Rachel's bed.

"I can't," Rachel said disappointed, as she got off of the bed too. She was really enjoying spending time with Quinn. "I'm grounded, and I have a feeling that Mr. Lopez won't let me slide on my punishment."

"Damn, I forgot," Quinn said, and then thought it over for a minute. "Well how about we have lunch tomorrow?"

"Really?" Rachel asked excited, but then looked down at her feet and asked shyly, "You don't mind if people see us at school?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Quinn responded immediately, briefly forgetting why the brunette would be asking that in the first place. Then it clicked. "Oh right. Sorry. I don't care what those idiots think anymore, and I am really sorry that I ever made you feel like that."

Rachel looked up at Quinn with a soft smile on her lips. "Thank you for the apology, but it is not necessary. I would love to have lunch with you, but what about Santana and Brittany?"

"What about them?" Quinn asked confused.

"Well I have noticed that you, Santana, and Brittany always eat lunch together. It would be nearly impossible to discuss possible tactics with Santana there with us," Rachel explained.

"Oh yeah," Quinn said, and then she got a brilliant idea. A big smile graced her lips as she said, "Santana says that I'm insanely jealous, which is true, however she is even more jealous then I am."

"What does that have to do with us having lunch tomorrow?" Rachel asked confused.

"I'll explain it tomorrow, while we're having lunch in the auditorium with Brittany and Santana," Quinn said, managing to confuse Rachel further. She pulled out her cell phone and waved in front of Rachel. "We're going to text while where having lunch. It will drive Santana crazy. I'll explain what we're going to do to you tomorrow."

Rachel didn't have a chance to remind Quinn that Mr. Lopez had her phone, because her girlfriend walked into the room at that moment. "Sanny said I can't eat until you're both downstairs," She pouted.

"Awe, are you hungry B," Quinn teased.

"Yes. Rae tastes good, but Sanny said she isn't very filling," Brittany said, making her best friend and girlfriend turn bright red. "Come on I'm hungry," she said and then grabbed Rachel's hand and dragged her into the hallway.

"Brittany, how much did you tell Santana?" Rachel asked, quietly as they walked down the stairs.

"I didn't tell her anything. She and Q heard us having sexy times this morning and she just knew that I ate you," Brittany replied.

"They heard us?" Rachel asked fearfully, stopping dead in her tracks. Had they heard Brittany talking about her penis? No, that wasn't possible. Brittany had whispered in her ear about it. She had to remember if there was a possibility though, so she started to replay everything that they had said to each other in her head.

"Is she okay?" Quinn asked concerned, coming up behind them.

"I don't know. I just told her that you heard us having sexy times this morning, and she just stop," Brittany said, as she waved her hand in front of her girlfriends face.

Rachel didn't hear a word of the conversation going on around her, nor did she see the hand her girlfriend was waving in front of her face. She couldn't remember if her extra appendage had been said at a level that would allow Quinn and Santana to hear. One would think that this would calm her down, however it was just making her more upset. All of the possible worse case scenarios were running wild in her mind. What if they did know? She was having such a good time with Quinn. Was that just a ploy to see if what the thought they heard was true? Oh god. She had zipped her skirt, and button up her shirt for her. What if she had seen? No. Her underwear covered her perfectly. There was no way to tell she had a penis with them on.

She was snapped out of her daze by Santana slapping her cheek. "Ow, Santana what was that for?"

"Damn you were really out if it," Santana mused. "I think you need to eat something."

Rachel looked at each of the concerned faces that were staring at her and calmed down a little. She quietly said, "Yes, perhaps you are right."

Santana motioned for Quinn to follow her into the kitchen to give the new couple a chance to speak privately.

"Are you okay Rae? You scared me," Brittany said.

"Did Santana give you any hint that she knew about my… you know what?" Rachel asked quietly.

"No. When she said that peanut butter and you don't make for a filling breakfast, I thought that she might know, but I don't think she does," Brittany said, just as quietly. "Is that why you got lost in her head?"

"Yeah," Rachel replied.

"San and Quinn wouldn't tell anybody about it. They know that if they hurt you, then they hurt me, and neither one of them would do that. Besides, I think they really like you. San was really impressed with you punching Finn, and your camp story. She thinks you're a total badass."

Tears started to well in Rachel's eyes. She was happy to hear Brittany say that, but it didn't quell her fears. If anything it made it worse. Everything was still so new to Rachel. She wanted friends so badly, but was afraid that they would think she was a freak if they found out about it. Afraid that they wouldn't want to be her friends, and then they would tell everybody at school. She was even more afraid that she would lose Brittany. There were so many emotions swirling inside of Rachel. It was overwhelming her in way that crying was the only way to release them.

Brittany wrapped her arms around her crying girlfriend. She didn't completely understand why she was upset, but she had a feeling that it had to do with her penis. When Rachel started to sob uncontrollably into Brittany's shoulder, the tall blonde pick her up bridal style and carried her into the living room. She sat down on the couch with Rachel sitting in her lap. She didn't like seeing her girlfriend crying. In fact she hated it. She felt horrible because she had no idea how to help her this time. There was only one way to get Rachel to see that Quinn and Santana would be fine with her penis and that was for them to actually tell her themselves. Which her girlfriend was terrified of.

"Rachel, it okay," Brittany whispered in her ear. "I want to help you. Please tell me why you're crying." Rachel did not answer her, but her crying did calm down a bit. "Shush, it's alright. I promise that whatever you're thinking right now won't happen."

"You can't promise me that Brittany," Rachel said, around hiccups.

"Yes I can," Brittany said determinedly. "I know my friends. Yeah they're total bitches most of the time, but they would never do anything to hurt me. Ever. That extends to you now, because when you hurt, then I hurt too. Please tell me why you're sad so that I can fix it."

"You can't fix this Brittany," Rachel said sadly. Brittany gave her a pointed look that clearly expressed 'At least let me try', making Rachel relent. "I spent years pushing people away to hide my secret. I briefly broke away from my self-imposed seclusion to offer my friendship to Quinn when I knew she needed it the most. Only to have it thrown back in my face, several times. It was an offer made out of kindness, but one that I truly did want. I have you and Quinn and Santana by extension now, and I am afraid of losing everything I've gained this weekend if they find out about my secret. I am also afraid that they will tell everybody."

"That won't happen," Brittany stated confidently. "I promise you that you will not lose us, and I can promise you that nobody else will find out about it from us."

Rachel still looked worried. "Do you think they heard us say anything about 'it'?"

"No. I only talked about 'it' into your ear. There is no way they could know about it," Brittany said.

"Good," Rachel said. "I'm sorry I am such a basket case."

"You have baskets in you?" Brittany asked with a mixture of confusion, worry and awe in her tone.

Rachel smile at her girlfriend. "No I mean that I'm sorry for crying. I seem to be doing that a lot this weekend."

"It's okay. You never have to apologize for how you feel," Brittany said. "You don't have to tell them, but I know that if you do they won't be mean about it. Sanny might tease you a little bit, but she wouldn't be Santana if she didn't."

Rachel snorted, and then gave her girlfriend a loving kiss. She wanted to tell Brittany how she felt about her, but she knew that it was too soon in their relationship to say those words. So for now a kiss would just have to do. Brittany's stomach chose that moment to rumble. Rachel broke the kiss chuckling, "Let go eat something other than each other."

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"What the hell was that about?" Santana asked as she sat down at the table with Quinn.

"I don't know. She whispered something to Brittany and then freaked out," Quinn said as she sat down next to her girlfriend. "Brittany said that she told her that we had heard them this morning. Maybe it has to do with that."

"Why would knowing somebody heard you having sex trigger a reaction like that?" Santana asked confused.

"I don't know," Quinn said again. "Maybe it has to do with whatever she's hiding."

"Okay. That makes sense," Santana said, and then asked, "What do you think she's hiding?"

"Not to sound redundant, but I don't know," Quinn said, and then gave Santana a soft smile. "I want to know, but I don't want to push it. I don't want to potentially ruin things with her over something she clearly isn't ready for us to know."

"I guess you're right," Santana huffed. "Do you think she's okay? Rachel's usually so calm and collective. Well except for anything that doesn't have to do with a solo."

"Yeah. I'm sure she's fine." Quinn said. She was a little worried about Rachel, but knew that Brittany help Rachel would work through whatever was wrong. It did give her an idea on how to start messing with Santana though. "Do you think that they're moving too fast?"

Santana snorted, "Q, you sound like their mother."

"So. It's a valid question," Quinn argued. "Maybe that's why Rachel freaked out, because they moved to fast."

"Did we move to fast? We had sex and then we got together. The same as them," Santana countered.

Quinn kept her cool but on the inside she was doing the happy dance. That was exactly where she hoped Santana would lead the conversation. "Yeah, but we were friends for years before that happened."

"They've been seeing each other every Saturday for years Q. Why the hell are you so worried about them going too fast?"

"I don't know," Quinn sighed.

"Okay now you are starting to sound redundant," Santana retorted, and then looked thoughtful. "Quinn, do you think that we moved to fast? Is that why you're worried about them moving too fast?"

"No, I think that we moved at the perfect pace," Quinn insisted. She wanted to hint at the fact that she knew, but didn't want to make her girlfriend think that she had pressured her of anything else like that. "It's just, them getting together has made me think about how we got together."

"What about it?" Santana asked, suddenly feeling a little worried.

"Don't get me wrong. That night was great, and I am so glad that I got dared to kiss you. I just wish that we had at least talked about our feeling before we had done that. I think it would have made everything so much more… special," Quinn said sounding as sad as she could pull off. She internally smiled at the guilty look that crossed her lovers face. That's what she wanted. Let Santana stew in guilt for a little while.

"Are you regretting having sex with me that night?" Santana asked worried.

"No. God no. I love you, and I don't regret that night. I just wish that we could have had a talk before we had done it. That's all," Quinn said.

Santana was feeling guilty, and slightly confused by her girlfriend's words. She wanted to believe Quinn when she said that she didn't regret that night, but her guilt was over-writing that notion. Maybe she should have just talked to Quinn instead of tricking her into that kiss. It had been a split second decision, to see if she was really attracted to Quinn or if it was just her mind over working during Brittany's absence. "No damn it," she thought. "I can't do that. I can't second guess any of that shit. Quinn loves me. She doesn't care how we got started."

"Hey guys," Brittany interrupted Santana's thoughts. "Rae-Rae's okay again. Can we eat now S?"

"Sure B," Santana said, and allowed her and Quinn's previous conversation slip from her mind. She dished out spaghetti for everybody, and they settled down to eat.

"What are we going to do today?" Brittany asked.

"We have to bring Midget's scooter back here, and then Q and I have some shit to do for Coach," Santana said and then took of bite of her food.

"What kind of things," Rachel asked wearily, almost afraid of the answer.

"I have to pick up the teams uniforms from the dry cleaners, get protein mix for Sue's master cleanse, and she freaking wants twenty big bottles of hair jell," Santana said; rolling her eyes as she said it.

"Isn't that something she should be doing?" Rachel asked.

"Probably, but she don't care. It's all part of her never ending punishment," Santana complained.

"Hey I thought you were okay with it?" Quinn asked.

"I am," Santana assured her. "Sorry babe. I really am okay with it, but some of the crazy crap she has me doing, still annoys the hell out of me."

"Awe baby, it alright," Quinn gushed.

"Why is Coach Sylvester punishing you, and why does she want twenty bottles of hair jell," Rachel asked.

"Because Coach thinks I had a boob job done over the summer," Santana said nonchalantly.

Quinn smiled at her girlfriend, and then elaborated, "I wanted back on the team and coach didn't want to do it. So we came up with a plan to get me back on top. I lied and told Coach that San had a boob job over the summer, which is strictly forbidden in the Cheerios. She got bumped to the bottom, and I got my old spot back. Now however, she is suffering for our miscalculation. We didn't think she would make this big of a deal about it. As for the hair jell, who the hell knows."

"Coach wants it to feed the head mice that live in Mr. Shue's hair," Brittany said, making everybody look at her.

Rachel giggled when she saw all of the pasta sauce that covered her girlfriend's face. She stood up and walked over to the sink and then returned with a wet washrag. "I guess you were really hungry," Rachel chuckled as she sat in Brittany's lap and then gently wiped her face clean.

"Yeah," Brittany said and then gave Rachel a kiss. They quickly forgot that were not alone and got lost in the kiss.

Quinn averted her eyes, and focused on eating her food. When she looked up at her girlfriend she saw her staring at them with lustful eyes. "It's was like last night all over again," Quinn thought, and then slap Santana on the back of the head. Santana just gave her an innocent look, and then resumed eating. Quinn cleared her throat loudly in an attempt to capture the kissing couple's attention.

"Sorry," Rachel said sheepishly.

"It's okay," Quinn said.

"We have to get going soon anyway," Santana said.

"What time are your parents expecting us?" Rachel asked.

"By Four. Sundays are our family dinner night, and it's my turn to help Mami cook," Santana replied.

"Family dinner? Like your whole family?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah my whole family. It's going to be my parents, my older brothers Pablo and Diego, my younger brother Tomas, and my abuela," Santana replied. She saw Rachel grimace and thought it was because of the dinner. "Are you going to be okay tonight?"

"Yes I will be fine tonight," Rachel replied.

"Then why did you grimace?" Santana asked.

"My hand is starting to hurt. I am looking forward to meeting your family," Rachel said. "I'm going to go upstairs and get my pills. I'll be back in a moment."

They watched as Rachel left the kitchen and then Brittany asked, "S, do Rach and I have to go with you to move her scooter and stuff."

"I guess not," Santana replied, and then asked in a very concerned, "Why? Is the midget really alright?"

"Rae's fine," Brittany assured her. "I want to spend more alone time with her because I don't know when I'll be allowed to see her again outside of school."

Santana took the hint and said, "Alright B. Q and I will move the scooter for her, and then we'll be back around three to get you guys. Sound good?"

"Sounds good to me," Quinn said, as went to wash her plate in the sink.

"What sounds good?" Rachel asked.

"Ah, Q and I are going to bring your scooter back here for you. So you and B can spend some more time together," Santana replied.

"That sound like a pleasant idea," Rachel said.

Twenty minutes later after they had finished eating, and had washed all of the dishes, Rachel and Brittany watch as Quinn and Santana walked out of the house, from the comfort of the couch.

Brittany had asked for a few hours alone because she wasn't ready to separate from her new girlfriend just yet. Especially after what had happened when they had separated the night before. As soon as Quinn and Santana walked out of the door, she maneuvered Rachel so that she was lying on top of the brunette, with her head resting on her breast. She loved cuddling with Rachel. It made her feel safe and loved. Almost like when she was little and her mommy would hold her, but so much better. She felt as if her chest would explode if it was filled with any more love and happiness. She knew she was in love with the brunette beneath her. That was no other way to describe how she was feeling but love. When she thought about it, she realized that she had been in love with Rachel for a while, but for reasons that she didn't even understand, she had never made a move.

Rachel didn't say anything to the blonde, but a smile did grace her lips as her heart fill with love and content. She realized that as long as she had Brittany in her arms she would be happy, even if she turned out to be a Lima Loser. The thought scared her a little bit, but she loved it at the same time. She was in love with Brittany. She wanted to tell the blonde that she was in love with her, but didn't want to scare her away by saying it too soon. It had only been two days after all. Two lovely, exciting, almost drama free days, but it was still too early to tell her exactly how she felt. Right?

"I love you Rachel," Brittany said dreamily.

Rachel's heart flooded with love. Had she actually heard those words come from Brittany's mouth? Yes. Did Brittany really mean them?

"I love you," Brittany said again, almost as if she could hear Rachel thought patterns. "I know it's really soon, but I do love you and I thought that you should know."

Tears sprang from Rachel's eyes. She had waited for so long to hear Brittany say those words to her. "I love you, too," Rachel choked out.

Brittany lifted her head and looked into Rachel's eyes when she heard the returned declaration of love. She shifted her body up so that she was half on the couch, and in kissing distance. She gently wiped the tears off of her girlfriend's cheeks, and then brought her lips down to connect with Rachel's.

The kiss wasn't rushed or needy, but rather soft, loving, and passionate. Brittany broke the kiss, whispered, "I love you," and then captured Rachel's lips again.

Their soft loving kisses, quickly became rushed needy kisses. Brittany start un-buttoning Rachel's shirt with her left hand. She dragged her fingers lightly in between each button.

Rachel was limited on what she could do because her good arm was underneath the blonde.

She had just enough room to bring her hand up to her lover ass and squeeze it.

When all of the buttons were un-done, Brittany pushed Rachel's bra up free her breasts. She broke the kiss again, and leaned over and captured her let nipple into her mouth. She dragged her hand teasingly over Rachel's exposed abdomen, down her thigh, and then back up again. She slipped her hand under the skirt and cupped her girlfriend's ass, before moving her hand forward. She cupped Rachel's dick through her special underwear. "Mmm you're hard already. Are you wet too?"

"Always. Just the slightest touch from you turns me on," Rachel moaned. "Mmm, I don't know how I'm going to get through school without it being wet and hard all the time."

Brittany slid her hand into Rachel's panties, and slid her hand down to tease her opening. "What did you do before?"

"Stayed as far away from you as I could," Rachel said. "It has only been...active since January."

Brittany slid two fingers into Rachel, and then pulled her hand out of her panties. "It's really tight in there," She said and then pushed the offending underwear down to her knees. "So you didn't get horny until then?" she asked confused.

"Yeah, I didn't get horny until then," Rachel replied, and then moaned when Brittany slid her fingers back into her.

"When was the first time you got a boner?" Brittany asked, and then slowly started sliding her fingers in and out.

"Britt please move them faster," Rachel pleased.

"Tell me first and then I will," Brittany replied, and then sucked a nipple into her mouth.

"You're evil. You know that?" Rachel said.

"Yep," Brittany said, popping the 'p'. "You love me any way though."

"Yeah I do," Rachel said, and then started recounting the story of her first boner.

The glee girls had just finished there 'Express Yourself' performance. Mr. Schuester stood up and clapped enthusiastically, while the rest of the boys barely praised them.

The girls started moving around the stage praising each other. Brittany gave Rachel a quick hug, before skipping over to Santana. Normally Brittany wouldn't have even spoken to Rachel, let alone given her a hug, but she had been so excited that she couldn't stop herself.

It was a brief hug, but Rachel still had a chance to bask in it. She felt an unfamiliar tingling in her private area. She glanced down at her crouch, and then started to panic when she saw a slight bulge in her pants. "I have to go," she said quickly, and then darted off of the stage toward the bathroom.

She quickly made sure that there was nobody else in the bathroom with her and then locked herself in a stall. She unzipped her pants, and then dropped them along with her panties down to her feet. She looked down in horror at her erect penis. She started thinking of thing to make it go down, but nothing was working.

She pulled her pants back up, and pulled her phone out of the pocket, and dialed her Daddy's number.

"Hi sweetheart," Leroy answered. "Is Glee over already?"

"No, something happened and I had to leave," Rachel said, and started to cry.

"What happened? What's wrong," Leroy asked worried.

"Daddy it won't go down. You have to come get me now," Rachel cried.

"What won't go down, Honey?" Leroy asked.

"Daddy, my… you know, won't go down," Rachel whispered.

"Oh," Leroy said, and almost chucked. He thought something really bad happened.

"Oh? That's all you have to say?" Rachel yelled into the phone.

"Honey, you need to calm down. It's not the end of the world. What's happening is normal. Just think of disgusting thing and it'll go down," Leroy said.

"I already tried that, Daddy," Rachel said.

"Okay Honey. I'll be there in a few minutes. Meet me out front," Leroy said.

"But Daddy," Rachel whined. "How am I supposed to get there without anybody noticing?"

"Is it really that noticeable," Leroy asked.

"Yes," Rachel yelled.

"Alright. Sweetie, just put something in front of yourself to hide it and come out," Leroy said.

"Okay Daddy," Rachel sniffled.

"I'm almost there so start heading out. I love you. Bye," Leroy said and then hung up.

Rachel took of her sweater and draped it in front of herself, and then ventured out of the bathroom. She check the bathroom one more time to make sure nobody had come in, and then went to get her things from her locker. She managed to get her things and go outside without bumping into anybody.

Leroy's car was already idling outside the front doors. She quickly hopped into the front seat. She didn't say anything as her Daddy drove away from the school.

"Are you feeling better?" Leroy asked.

"No," Rachel snapped. She didn't want to deal with this problem. She was a girl not an adolescent boy with a penis that randomly sprung to life.

"Honey it's alright," Leroy tried to sooth.

"No it's not Daddy," Rachel said. "I received a hug and my penis sprang to life on its own accord."

"Well who hugged you?" Leroy asked.

Rachel mumbled, "Brittany."

"Like I said before, it's completely normal," Leroy chuckled, as he parked the car in the driveway.

"Nothing about me is normal, and my penis sure is not normal," Rachel yelled and then stormed out of the car and into the house, slamming every door closed that was in her path.

Leroy huffed and then followed her irate daughter into the house. His husband had come home during his brief trip, and had started making dinner.

"Why is our daughter so upset?" Hiram asked as soon as Leroy had entered the kitchen.

"Because our daughter got her first surprise erection during Glee today, and is not very happy about it," Leroy said, and then gave him a kiss.

"Really?" Hiram asked surprised. Rachel had been to the doctor's office a few week before, and there still had not been any activity in that area.

"Yes, she called me hysterical, saying that it wouldn't go down," Leroy said. "I think I may have made it worse."

"I'll go talk to her," Hiram sighed, and then made his way up to Rachel's room. He knocked on her door and waited for a response.

"Go away Daddy," Rachel yelled.

"Rachel, may I come in?" Hiram asked.

"No. I just want to be left alone," Rachel said.

"Rachel honey, we need to talk, so I'm coming in," Hiram said, and then slowly opened her bedroom door. Rachel was sitting on her bed leaning against her headboard, with a pillow in her lap. He went over and sat down on her bed. "Your Daddy told me what happened. How are you feeling?"

Tears started to well in Rachel's eyes, "Why did this have to happen. I was perfectly content with it not working."

"Rachel honey, you knew that it was a very real possibility that this would happen. Do you have any questions?"

Now that she had a chance to calm down from the initial shock, she felt embarrassed by the whole situation. "What do I do to make sure this doesn't happen again?"

"Oh honey. There isn't anything you can do to prevent this from happening. Sometimes it just happens," Hiram said.

"How am I supposed to keep my secret if I sporting a tent in my skirt," Rachel asked.

"You're Daddy and I found special underwear online that will hide your penis. I'll order some later on," Hiram said.

"What am I supposed to do until then?" Rachel whined.

"I'm afraid there isn't anything you can do until then, other than making sure you have something to cover it up with," Hiram said.

"Great," Rachel replied solemnly.

"Dad was very little help," Rachel told Brittany, who started moving her fingers faster.

"What happened after that?" Brittany asked.

"Dad ordered my new underwear and a few weeks later they took me back to see my doctor again," Rachel said. "How did we go from confessing our love to me telling about my first erection?"

"Because you love me," Brittany said cheekily, and moved her fingers faster.

"Britt, stop," Rachel said suddenly.

Brittany still her fingers, and asked, "Why? Are you not enjoying it?"

"Of course I am," Rachel said quickly. "I just want to be inside of you."

"Oh, Okay," Brittany said, and then stood up, lifted up her black skirt, and then pushed her panties down her legs slowly.

Rachel sat up and watched as her girlfriend straddled her hips. "I love you. So much."

"I love you, too Rae," Brittany said, and then kissed Rachel lovingly. Without breaking the kiss, she shifted Rachel's hips closer to the edge of the couch, and then gripped Rachel's dick, moving it to tease her opening. They both moaned as Brittany slipped down the shaft and bottomed out.

Rachel looked into Brittany's blue eyes as the blonde started moving up and down, and then captured her lips into a passionate kiss. Brittany wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck, and brought her upper half as close to Rachel as she could.

Since Brittany had spent ten minutes teasing Rachel while she recounted her story, she was close to cumming. Brittany was moving up and down her faster and faster, but Rachel knew that she wasn't close yet. She brought her left hand up under the blondes skirt and found her lover's clit and started rubbing franticly over it.

Brittany broke the kiss with a loud moan, and then gasped, "I love you."

Heavy pants, moans, and grunts overtook the room. Brittany laid her head on Rachel's shoulder, and kissed the exposed neck in front of her. With a few more swipes over her clit, and her moving up and down, both girls were cumming.

During the throes of passion, neither girl heard the front door open, or the two people that had moved further into the house. That was until they were coming down from their mutual high, and heard "Oh my god," coming from the doorway.