Author's note: The following is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts and is intended for adults only. All people, places, and events are a product of my imagination and any characters described as engaging in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen.
Thanks for sticking around for this next instalment. This time we get to learn a bit more about one of our main characters, and meet a wonderful new one too. You can expect some voyeuristic eavesdropping on a bit of dirty talk phone sex, masturbation and storylines developing around sex and love between women, and unusual feelings between non-blood related family members.
Previously on Langley Circle... Beth and Dean finally managed to find some time to unleash their pent up passion, after dipping their toes into the world of roleplay for the first time. However, they weren't quite as alone as they thought; their eighteen-year-old adopted daughter Nicky, saw and heard much more than she bargained for, leaving her confused and horrified at how aroused it made her feel.
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Season One, Episode Three
Nicky slouched on her bed scrolling through social media feeds, stalling for time. She had been ready for over ten minutes, but was reluctant to head downstairs until she absolutely had to. She was trying so hard not to think about last night, but the images of her parents having sex, and the feelings that those memories evoked, kept stubbornly invading her thoughts. What was wrong with her? What kind of sick pervert got aroused at the sight of their mum and dad having sex?
She cocked her head at the sound of the front door closing; that would be her dad leaving for work. That solved half the problem at least. Avoiding her mother wouldn't be so easy though. It didn't matter how long she hid up here, her mum would still be downstairs. She glanced at the time with a heavy sigh; she could only afford to wait another minute or two. Her phone vibrated; it was a message from her friend Bella.
'Morning ladies. Corner usual time?'
A few seconds later, another message arrived, from Sally.
'Olds driving me in today, see you at registration xx'
Nicky tapped out a quick response.
'See you in 5 Bel'
She couldn't delay the inevitable any longer. Taking a deep breath, she snatched up her school bag and made her way downstairs. As she reached the bottom, she briefly considered slipping out without saying goodbye, but that would raise suspicion, and lead to awkward questions.
"Hurry up Nicky." Her mum's voice rang out from the kitchen.
Nicky bit her lip, eyeing the front door, but then reluctantly walked towards the kitchen.
"Running late mum. See you tonight," she said quickly as she rushed in.
Her mother was sitting at the table nursing a cup of coffee. Nicky leaned in and pecked her on the cheek avoiding eye contact. As her lips touched her mother's skin, a flurry of memories arrived unbidden. Her dad thrusting forcefully; her mum's lust filled look and pleading words, "Do it sir, pull my tails, fuck my mouth"; her dad's dick quivering between her mum's legs; and most distressingly, her own hard nipples and damp arousal.
"You OK love? You're burning up."
"Fine mum," she said, dismissing the question out of hand and turning to leave. But she was far from fine. She was sick, a sick pervert. She needed to purge the images from her mind, to get distance from it all.
"Nicky? What's wrong," her mother asked, voice tinged with worry.
Nicky was having trouble thinking clearly; she couldn't process the confusing thoughts filling her head. She had to get away from her mum and the house. She ran from the room, not stopping or even looking back when her mother called after her; she was desperate to get out. Her heart was pounding, and her skin prickled with sweat as she lurched through the front door. She rushed along the path and through the gate, her breath coming in thick gasps. Her mother called out once more, her voice muffled this time, but still Nicky didn't stop; she needed to get away. Running down the quiet suburban street, she saw and heard nothing, body on autopilot.
The cold breeze whipped at her tear-stained cheeks, fresh air filled her nostrils, and the further she got from the house, gradually her mind began to clear. She slowed to a walking pace, breathing heavily.
"Hey babe." The familiar voice roused her from her daze. "Whoa, you look like shit Nix."
Nicky blinked, looking around in confusion; she was surprised to have reached the corner already. "Oh Bella, thank god."
Within days of Nicky and her family moving to Langley five years ago, she had become friends with Bella Glendale. They had met at school, quickly realising they lived just around the corner from one another, and after discovering they had a number of classes in common, and a shared interest in swimming and similar tastes in music, they had soon become firm friends.
Nicky loved Bella for her honest, no nonsense attitude; Bella always called shit the way it was, and to the best of Nicky's recollection, never a lie, and barely a cross word had ever passed between them. On top of that, despite being only four feet eleven, Bella was feisty, never took crap from anyone, and was fiercely loyal. Nicky knew that Bella would always have her back, and the same was true the other way around.
After a year of being friends, they had officially declared each other their "bestie", and sworn a sister pact. At the time, they had giggled and admitted it seemed a bit silly, but agreed to abide by it nonetheless. That's how Nicky could be certain Bella would always fight her corner, keep her secrets, and never betray her.
"Babe," Bella said more softly this time. "What's up?"
The tears pricked at Nicky's eyes again. She wanted to blurt out all the crap that was in her head, but was so confused. She was not even sure how to put it all into words. She hesitated, struggling to think of what to say.
"I'm sick," she said finally, a deep frown creasing her forehead. "It's complicated. Maybe. I dunno."
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head, trying to organize her thoughts. It was no use; she didn't even know where to start. Blinking open her eyes, she smiled pathetically at her friend.
Bella stared at her for a long moment, her expression not one of annoyance or frustration, but concern and contemplation instead.
"Morning ladies," a voice called from behind; Nicky instantly recognized its owner.
Ted, a lanky ginger haired boy, was in the same year as Bella and Nicky, and lived on the same road as Bella. The two of them had practically grown up together, as their parents were life-long friends. Ted was nice enough; he could be funny at times, but a bit of a letch too. Bella took great pleasure in teasing him relentlessly, for no other reason than because she could.
Nicky widened her eyes at Bella, shaking her head ever so slightly. The diminutive blonde got the message instantly.
"Not today Ted, piss off, there's a good chap."
"Gees Bel, way to be a bitch this morning." Ted grumbled and trotted off ahead of them, his hands buried in his pockets. He had known Bella long enough to know when she wasn't in the mood to be tangled with. It was common knowledge that he had a huge crush on her, and would probably walk off a cliff if she told him too. Bella wasn't interested in Ted that way, and whilst generally friendly, she could be brutal with his feelings at times. Today however, this was exactly what Nicky needed.
"Thanks Bel." Nicky twitched her lips into an appreciative smile.
