Juliet Takes the Floor — K.D. West

Allison's journey of discovery is truly taking off

This Juliet is struggling as she tries to reconcile herself to her new understanding of her life and her sexuality. One lover halfway across the country is complicated; when that lover is more than twice Allison's age and used to be her teacher, it's more than complicated. And taking another lover is even more so -- especially when that second lover is Allison's best friend Jordan. Studying bisexuality in psych class and discovering it in herself are very different things. Add to that the fact that Allison's roommate Franny is torturing herself for cheating on her fiancé and life in college is turning out to be far from purely academic.

Fifth story in the Juliet Takes Flight series (new adult student-teacher, bisexual erotic romance)

(New adult FF, MF, phone sex, sexting, student-teacher erotic romance, best friends to lovers, bisexual threesome fantasies. Adult only.)

Extract:

“Jordan. I'm sorry.”

She growled, “For what? Sorry I f___ed someone else? F__K.” A loud clunk pushed my ear from the phone.

“Jordan? Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Is she there?”

“Passed out on her bed.”

“And you're in the closet?”

“Not any more, I guess.” She laughed moistly. “But yeah. Couldn't look at her any more.”

“Oh, Jordan. I'm so sorry.”

“You should be.” I couldn't tell whether she was teasing or being legitimately nasty; Jordan was capable of both, though usually she was only nasty if provoked. “Should be. You f___ing ruined me, Alli. I mean, shit.”

Being the sober one in any conversation is no fun; being the sober one when your best friend and lover is imploding and you're not completely sure that you understand why is so beyond not fun that the word fun shouldn't even appear in the sentence. “Love you,” I said, because I couldn't think of anything else to say.

“Yeah, well, love you too. I mean, really. So, then, why does it feel like my whole life is going through a f__ing blender?” Now the sobs were coming back.

“Because, I don't know, Jordan, I mean I know what you mean, but...” I was beginning to tear up too. “Because we're not exactly who we thought we were and that's f__ing scary?”

Jordan was silent. Silent for a while. Just at the moment where I was beginning to think she'd passed out on me, she whispered, “Yeah. Okay. That sounds about right.” A sniff. “Though having Beech screaming at me while I'm there just trying to get off sucked f__ing ass too.”

“I bet.” I was now gladder than ever that I hadn't let Jeannie the Junior lure me upstairs. Not because she would have freaked out on me, I knew she wouldn't have, but because sex was also clearly very f__ing scary and very f__ing complicated, which was as close to profound as I could get in that moment. “You never did get off, huh?”

“No.” She sounded so thoroughly miserable that I couldn't help but chuckle. “Oh, fine, laugh away, you bitch.”

“At least I'm not a stupid twat who could have your fabulous, sweet cunt rubbing against mine, those breast bouncing around my leg, and somehow leave you hanging!”

She groaned, and I knew that, miserable as she still was, I had a way to make her feel at least a little better. “No. You'd never do that.”

“Unh-uh. If I came and I couldn't take any more of how fabulous you were making me feel, you know what I'd do?”

A sniff? Her breath catching? Another little sob? A hiccup? Couldn't tell. But I would have bet every piece of winter clothing I had that she was beginning to touch herself. That those long nipples were stretching and those ruffled labia were beginning to spread beneath her fingers.

“Do you want to know, Jordan?”

“F__k yes.” Her voice was breathy now -- just like that -- and it made me laugh again. “F__k you. Tell me, Alli.”

“Oh, I won't leave you hanging, baby.”