1. Illuminated in July


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

    varieties that showed off popular characters and brands. My favorite pair depicted Mario, the well-known Nintendo character, and before admitting anything to Jane, I had a thought directed for that Italian plumber’s brightly smiling face: What would you tell her, Mario, if this were your precious Princess Peach? “Mario,” I mumbled, suddenly committing to this track rather than admitting defeat. I looked at Jane, struggling not to laugh at my own stupidity. “Have you ever seen these Mario socks?” She stepped up, studied them a moment, then pulled a pair off the rack. “No, I haven’t actually,” she said, with a hint of amusement. “ This is what you had to show me?” “Yeah. Aren’t they awesome?” She looked at me—not casually; she glared at me with her gorgeous, pearly green eyes, searching for any sign of phoniness or nervousness. But I held firm. This moment was all about maintaining my confidence, my conviction that Mario socks were cool as hell and worth pulling her a quarter-mile away from the club to show her. She burst into laughter, a good kind of laughter. “You’re such an interesting guy, Tim. Alright, I’ll admit they’re pretty cool. You know what? I’ll buy a pair.” “What? Wait. You can’t buy those. I already have a pair of those.” “Oh, we can’t both have them?” “Of course not,” I paused. “You can buy the Peach socks.” And I handed her a pair from the next rack over, depicting Mario’s love. She laughed more so. “Alright. I’ll get the Peach socks. Oh! Let’s wear them to ...
    work at the same time.” “Deal!” It was working… If the night went through the way Julian had promised, I would owe him some intense sexual favors! But for now, I tried not to think about that. In this moment, my instincts drove me to do something that would convince her I was her Mario for the night—not Luigi. So I grabbed her by the wrists and swayed toward her. She lightly gasped, but didn’t draw back. We kissed for a brief moment. She seemed to hum in delight, but then pulled back and looked at me nervously. “Ugh, sorry, this night has been so strange. It’s like—I thought I liked Julian, but he’s been kinda weird all night, hasn’t he? And now we’re kissing each other. And I—I don’t know, Tim. We work together.” “Hey, first of all, Julian’s not weird. He’s an awesome guy.” “Yeah, I guess…” My kiss was backfiring. Her mood was further from anything sexual than it had been all night. She wanted retreat to her apartment, jump on a phone call with her best friend back home, and chat about this night for two hours. I didn’t know what else to say, and while she was paying for the socks, I slipped Julian a text message. Tim: We’re up the hill from the club. Get up here fast! He did as I asked. As I spewed a bunch of lame phrases in attempt to comfort Jane, he appeared like a savior, lit up by his own personal streetlight, arms spread wide and with a drunken smile across his face. “Hey! Let’s keep the party going!” He bolted up the hill with a newfound energy. “You ready to hit ...
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