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 are along for the ride as one of our main characters explores her feelings around bisexuality. Heads up, there is a scene where one character acts with well-meaning intentions, but nevertheless without consent.
Previously on Langley Circle... Beth rewrote her article, drawing on the roleplay experience she and Dean had shared. Recalling the details again got her all worked up, and she retreated to the bedroom to take matters into her own hands, enlisting the help of her husband to provide some very dirty talk over the phone while he was in the office. Unbeknownst to either of them, Dean's assistant Megan overheard the whole thing and was compelled to join in the fun too, something that has left her head awash with arousing and confusing thoughts.
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Season One, Episode Four
Beth paced excitedly as she placed the call.
"Dean Parker's office; Megan Chambers speaking."
Beth faltered, bumping her hip on the kitchen table. "Ow, crap!"
She'd forgotten Megan would be answering the call. It had been three days since Dean's personal assistant had accidentally seen that picture of her dressed, or more accurately, barely dressed as a naughty schoolgirl. Oh well, time to do the British thing, and utterly ignore the fact that it had happened at all.
"Er... Hello?" Megan sounded confused.
"Sorry about that Megan. Hi, it's Beth."
"Hi Mrs. Parker; how are you?"
"Good thanks, you? I hope Dean isn't working you too hard?" Beth winced; this was already more chitchat than they normally engaged in.
Megan tittered a nervous chuckle. "Always Mrs. Parker. The homework-- er work seems to be piling up already today. Umm, let me just check if your husband has a free, er I mean, is free!"
Cheesy hold music crackled onto the line. Beth blinked; were her ears playing tricks on her? She snorted a laugh. It seemed Beth wasn't the only one still embarrassed about the photo incident.
The hold music cut off, replaced by Dean's voice. "Hi honey; to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Hey there," Beth said, excited again as she remembered the reason for her call. "I heard back from the publisher about my article."
"Good news I hope?"
"Yes; great news actually."
"They're going to buy it?"
"No. Well yes, but they made me a better offer. They loved the whole first person experience angle, and have offered me an author role to produce a whole series of articles in the same vein."
"Wow, that is great news."
"Yeah, instead of doing them in print they want to publish them as a blog, and then pepper it with sponsored links and adverts."
"So would you be writing the whole blog under an assumed identity?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. It's a decent chunk of money, which is nice, but I also think it will be interesting, and fun doing the research."
She grinned as Dean chuckled. "Well, if it would be anything like Tuesday, then you're probably right. Seriously though, congratulations Beth."
"Thanks, I knew you'd be happy."
"Something does occur to me though," Dean said.
"Oh?" There was a long pause; Beth could hear other voices in the background down the phone.
"Honey, I have to go; a client has unexpectedly turned up. How did you leave it with the publisher?"
"I said I'd think about it, and let them know on Monday."
"Perfect, we'll chat more later then. OK, better run, love you."
"See you later." The line went dead.
Beth pursed her lips; well, that was all rather cryptic.
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Nicky sat at the back of her accountancy lecture, trying to pay attention. This was not easy for three reasons. First, Professor Jenkins was covering revision topics, so it was less than interesting; second, he tended to mumble through his enormous beard; and third, he droned in the most dreadful monotone that made her want to stick pencils in her ears. She gave up, tuned out the mumbling, and allowed her mind to wander back to the earlier conversation with Bella.
In the past, Nicky had never really given much thought to her own sexual preferences, always assuming she was only into guys; now however, the question of whether she was turned on by women seemed to be regularly surfacing in her thoughts. She had always admired and appreciated the female form; seeing a woman with an attractive figure or a pretty face was just as pleasing to her as seeing a buff guy. However, she had never really entertained the idea that she might actually be sexually attracted to both sexes.
She gazed slowly around the lecture theatre, allowing her eyes to linger on her fellow students. Perhaps she could use them to analyse the problem.
She would need a control experiment first. She took in the rather pleasing visage of Tod Larson. He had a muscular build, broad shoulders, large hands and a mop of messy blond hair that fell about his ears. She had always thought him a bit of a hunk. She allowed herself an indulgent smile as she drank in his pleasing appearance, although she couldn't see what she considered his best asset, as he was sitting on it. She had to confess to admiring his tight arse on more than one occasion while sitting at the side of the football pitch. A warm flush rose to her cheeks. Well, there certainly wasn't anything wrong with her response in this case. Attracted to hunky men, tick.
She shifted her gaze to Laura Moorland, the girl sitting next to tod. OK, so what did she like about Laura? Curvy figure, beautiful nails that were always polished and painted, slender neck, and an adorable button nose. Laura was certainly pleasant to look at, but did Nicky actually find her attractive? She tried to imagine kissing Laura, and grimaced. That didn't seem right, but perhaps she needed to flip that scenario around.
She imagined sitting on the hill near the football pitch, sunning herself and watching Laura walk slowly towards her. She was wearing a flowing summer dress, and smiling broadly, her hair blowing in the gentle warm breeze. Laura lowered down beside Nicky, staring deeply into her eyes, and leaned in to place a delicate kiss on her lips.
Nicky blinked rapidly, her palms damp with sweat, heart rate seriously elevated. She focused on Laura once more, then quickly looked away, blushing furiously. Goddamn, that was a positive reaction if ever there was one. It certainly felt like a stronger reaction than the one she had experienced for tod, although she hadn't imagined him kissing her. She decided to try that now, for balance.
She was back reclining on the hill, and this time, it was Tod jogging across the football pitch towards her. His complexion was flushed from having just played a game, his thigh muscles bunching and flexing as he got closer to her. He reached down, scooping her up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a single feather, and brought his lips to hers in a firm and urgent kiss. She grasped his muscular arms and gave herself to him as the kiss deepened.
Nicky realised she was holding her breath, and released it with a long sigh. Not only was her heart rate elevated, but her nipples were hard and there was a definite tingling between her legs. Well, so far, that was a 100% positive reaction to all test subjects, but the sample size of two was probably insufficient to draw any conclusions. She needed more data. She began scanning other students.
Julia Barnaby, enviably large breasts and full pouty lips. Nicky grinned to herself, tick. Darren Costick, angular jaw, piercing blue eyes and slightly hairy forearms. Oh god, another positive, tick. Sandy Barkham, petite and cute as an elf, always incredibly bouncy and upbeat. Nicky squirmed as she struggled to force the mental image of Sandy performing an energetic striptease from her mind. Tick, tick.
Gareth Holness, tall, so very tall with large feet, and a deep booming voice. Oh god, surely other things were in proportion to his feet! He must be strong too, perfectly able to hold her off the ground against the wall as he buried himself deep in her. Tick, tickety tic. Nicky's hand dropped surreptitiously into her lap. Nina Patel, perfectly smooth brown skin, dazzling hazel eyes, hair like black velvet, always moved with such poise and elegance. Tick, flickety flick tick.
Feeling Flustered, Nicky snatched her hand back up onto the desk in an attempt to regain some control; she looked in the opposite direction. Tim Milding, smart and eloquent. OK, he was no hunk, but she figured he was extremely caring and empathetic, and would never leave her unsatisfied; repeatedly going down on her, and bringing her to orgasm until she was finally sated, tick flick, lickety flick lick lick tick. Nicky slapped her hand on the table; for the love of god woman, get a grip.
Professor Jenkins paused in mid-sentence. "You have something to contribute Miss Parker?"
Nicky's classmates turned towards her, and her cheeks burned as she felt the eyes of her multiple fantasy lovers boring into her.
"Er, no professor." Thankfully, the bell rang at that moment, saving her from further embarrassment; students began packing away their books, and filing out.
"Read chapters 5 and 6 for next lesson, and don't forget that if you want to attend the Accountancy conference, I need signed applications by Tuesday."
Nicky rushed from the room in search of Bella; she needed desperately to discuss the results of her experiment.
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"Well, I suppose your results do have some minimal validity," Bella said, picking idly at her food as they sat in the cafeteria.
"Minimal validity? I'd say it was pretty conclusive. I'm obviously a sex addict! It doesn't matter whether it's men or women, or for all I know probably tables, wardrobes, and any number of other inanimate objects too."
Bella giggled, showing her pretty dimples, which caused Nicky to blush; she realised it was one of the things about her friend that she found most attractive.
"Ok Nix, untwist your knickers. Let's get some perspective. Your experiment was conducted when you were gradually increasing your own state of arousal. Each time you switched to another subject, you were already aroused from the previous one?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"So the results can at best be seen as indicative but not definitive. There was too much chance of carry-over effect, which is always a problem with that kind of within-subject experiment."
Nicky narrowed her eyes at Bella.
