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.
