So, um, a while ago, just before the end of the school year, I ran a poll asking what story I should write next.
And you guys were great and pointed me in the right direction… well, in two, evenly split: The Wilding of the Shrew, my submissive!Kate take on Shakespeare’s raunchiest comedy, and Juliet Takes Charge, the next (and next-to-last) story in my Juliet Takes Flight series.
Every summer this happens. I think, Hey! It’s summer! I’ll get SO MUCH DONE…
In case you think teachers aren’t busy during the summer, think again. I’ve been drowning. Mostly good stuff, but yeah: drowning. And not anywhere nearly as much writing time as I’d have liked!
But I have been writing, and the Juliet story is close enough to being done (I’m hoping we can get you a the actual book in the next week) that my publisher and I though it would be okay for me to give you a forspeis — that’s Yiddish for “a test taste.” Which is something Yiddish speakers take very seriously.
The cover model, you will note, is once again my Stillpoint/Eros stable-mate and narrator Mary Cyn. Isn’t she pretty? Everyone wave!
(Stillpoint/Eros have just posted another extract from this story on their site: Happy Birthday, Allison. Go check it out!)
So here you go, for you, special, a forspeis:
Juliet Takes Charge
A Complicated Erotic Romance
Well, after our chat with Jordan the other day, I don’t think I can even pretend to be your teacher at this point. When the girl who could barely say the word fuck when I first made love to her is suddenly proposing a threeway, I think need to admit that you’ve learned what I have to teach. Congratulations. Pick up your diploma at the office.
Here’s where I admit my own weakness and admit I’m not ready to wave goodbye to you yet, however — and I hope that you aren’t ready to leave me in the dust quite yet either. Given what you’re asking, however, I feel as if I need to share my own experiences with attempting to expand beyond a couple, none of which ended quite the way any of us intended. I want to offer these, not as a teacher, as I said, but as your friend and your lover.
I’ve got three stories to share, aside from the one that we’re about to write. Two involve Cindy — they’re about the only sexual stories I can think of about my time with her that are worth sharing — and one is a story I’ve already mentioned involving Veronica and our friend Jenny.
I’m still looking forward to giving you your birthday gift. I just wanted you to understand why it scares me.
Cream, I decide. I’m the cream. I’m too pale to be the coffee.
Cream, I am. Poured around Ken, who is kneeling on the floor of the girls’ dressing room showers. With me, limp and liquid, flowing over him. “Hmm?”
“Oh. Good. Thought I’d lost you for good.”
I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. Don’t want to miss anything.”
The spray from the shower gives Ken a kind of halo, though his expression is anything but angelic as he clenches the muscles of his thighs and ass pressing his cock up into my cunt and I feel liquid again — liquid fire now. “Love you,” I murmur — or at least I try, since, yes, my lips too are liquid.
Having said the words just a handful of times, I haven’t yet gotten used to the feel of them. They are still fresh and sharp and cut me as they leave my mouth.
“Love you,” he rumbles, lying back and lowering me onto his chest. His words too are fresh, and balm, and I slide atop him — steamed milk now? Something frothy and insubstantial.
But, oh, that cock still, still deep within me — it is very, very solid.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about this package of Ken’s stories. First of all, Cindy had become this bugbear, the way he didn’t talk about her. Reading about her struggles with her own bisexuality, I couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her. Though I didn’t blame Ken for being angry with her.
Also, I couldn’t help but think, But this time is different. This time it’s something we are all going into with our eyes open. This time it’s something we all want.
Well, I admitted to myself, I want it. I don’t know if they do, or if they’re just going along with me. But still…