1. Illuminated in July


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: JuneFernan, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    papers for an hour every night I broke a long moment of silence to ask her about her plans for Saturday night. “Oh, probably hanging out with some friends downtown. How about you? Another night of epic gaming?” “What? No. Julian and I are going to a club in Itaewon. He’s going back to Spain after this week, you know.” “You and Julian have been talking?” was her first question. “Yeah. We bonded quite well in the bathhouse,” I smiled. “So, you in?” She looked baffled for a moment, hesitant to answer. So I plowed through, dumping all the details that Julian had told me to mention to her, even repeating some of his texts word for word, and she nodded along with me. “Okay…sure, why not—I’ll come out with you guys.” My heart lit up with glee! “I don’t ever get to see Julian often enough when he’s visiting Korea,” she continued. And my heart sank, just a tad. For the next two days, my mind wanted to run wild with thoughts about what Julian could possibly pull off, but I kept calming myself down, telling myself it would just be a fun night out, nothing more. No expectations or fantasies—I had indulged in those before and always ended up disappointed. Saturday night finally rolled around. I was so excited to talk with her outside work and without having laptops in our faces that I forked over the money for us to take a cab instead of the subway. This had to be a classy night. We were all three dressed for the occasion—Julian and I in black sports suits, Jane wearing a dark blue ...
    cocktail dress that clung tightly to her thighs. Her gorgeous, golden hair was flared out, makeup pristine, and she smelled amazing too. When we first met up with Julian, he put the question of where we would start our night to me. I said we’d go to the bar-b-cue joint that he had told me about in text messages, and with that we hit the streets, weaving our way through the packs of dolled up Korean girls wearing ridiculously short skirts, the men who wanted to be with them, the various types foreigners who ran quite commonly in this area—military, teachers, or random business men from Europe or India. The night air was thick with crisp scents of meat and the vibrations of night clubs in the distance; those empty venues would soon to be filling up after the people out here got a few more drinks in them and properly ramped up their need to party hard. Among the lights, the ever-shifting noise of the overcrowded streets, a mix of language we could and couldn’t understand, there was nothing else like this time and place. The restaurant was a grubby place full of lopsided wooden tables and random, elaborate decorations—a great place to order a ton of meat and another bottle of beer whenever the current bottle went empty. Julian demonstrated a keen ability to divert Jane’s interest onto me. He asked me several questions about my major in college—psychology—and got me talking about what I had learned about people, about the findings of Pavlov and B.F. Skinner on conditioned learning, then ...
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