1. Illuminated in July


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

    Julian, forgetting about me. I couldn’t compete with this man on any dancefloor even if he wanted me to win. His sexually charged body sent pheromones flowing across half the club and attracted every woman in sight of him, and because he genuinely didn’t care for their attention they found him all the more desirable. In a moment, he slipped away from the dancefloor completely, leaving us unaware of his whereabouts. Jane and I danced together again, but without her enthusiasm or any sensuality. Our intensity was lost, and the most we touched was hand-to-hand. After a while I checked my phone and saw that it had buzzed in my pocket a few songs ago, unnoticeable in the vibrancy of the dancefloor. Julian: Take her on a walk and show her something. Tim: Show her what? Julian: Anything! You need a moment alone. Jane, seeing me on my phone, shouted a question to me that only came out as a senseless muffle. “Come on,” I said back, grabbing her hand and walking for the exit. She realized where I was headed and recoiled, again asking something about Julian. I put my mouth right next to her ear. “I need to show you something. We’ll be back.” She seemed stuck in contemplation. I was like a chimpanzee in the wild trying to coax his mate away from the pack, into an excursion up an unfamiliar mountain. Did she trust me enough to come along? “Come on,” I said again, with a gentle smile. She relented, and we exited to the tranquility of the streets, where we actually did walk up a slight ...
    hill, back toward the main activity of Itaewon. “Where are we going?” she immediately asked. “I’m gonna show you something.” “Show me what?” “You’ll see,” I said, making every effort to mask my nerves. There was nothing to show her. We would wrap back around to the main street, an area with nothing new to either of us, and I’d have to admit that I was lying. She would scoff at me—just another guy desperate to impress her but nothing to deliver—then ask again where Julian was. As she asked me what the texts on my phone were, and I made up lies about how Julian ran into someone he knew but would meetup with us again, my mind raced for ideas on what to show her. Was Julian actually insane? No man was smooth enough to take this girl on an impromptu walk and wow her with some kind of secret knowledge about a special view or object—I didn’t even know this area very well. The night was surely about to implode on itself. After another minute we rounded the top of the slope—not one with anything interesting at the top—and Jane stopped walking. “We’re getting pretty far…can you just tell me what it is? I don’t want to abandon Julian.” I half turned to her, my head in a slump, ready to speak of my shame through the corner of my mouth. In front of me was one of the typical sock vendors that exist all over the streets of Korea, a booth six feet long with socks of every color imaginable, all lit up by a single light and with a salesman sure to pop out from behind at any second. There were also ...
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