“Well?” Gen asked. “I thought you said you were asexual and that you could care less about—what does this say again?”
Gen flicked her wrist so that the screen faced her so that she could read the flyer aloud verbatim: “ ‘What’s Sex Got To Do With It? The Art of Self-Love. Come join sex educator and author—’”
I dove for the phone and grabbed it out of her hand just as Gen squealed. Indifference was no longer an option here. The lady was invading my privacy—or whatever little was left of it as her roommate. The girl had no filter.
“Really, Gen, can you quit it?” Irritated, I flashed her a serious look—the don’t-push-it look. “I’m not interested in hearing what you have to say about all this.”
The cocky grin and waggling eyebrows immediately left her face. “What, Sy? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You already hear plenty about my sex life as it is. This is the first I’ve heard about yours, something that is even remotely interesting.”
I sighed, knowing that this was the closest to an apology that I’d ever get from Gen. The girl could twist tales like a cat with a ball of yarn. You still got what you wanted alright—the ball of yarn (or the apology) you were looking for. However, you wouldn’t know what you were missing if you looked no further than that. In other words, Gen often used the right words that led to the illusion and overall implication of an apology.
However, if you looked closer between the lines, you’d find that she had the cunning to build in a back door—an escape route that basically meant that she hadn’t really apologized at all. Because if lies included omission, wouldn’t apologies with omissions constitute as lies as well?
Gen flicked her wrist so that the screen faced her so that she could read the flyer aloud verbatim: “ ‘What’s Sex Got To Do With It? The Art of Self-Love. Come join sex educator and author—’”
I dove for the phone and grabbed it out of her hand just as Gen squealed. Indifference was no longer an option here. The lady was invading my privacy—or whatever little was left of it as her roommate. The girl had no filter.
“Really, Gen, can you quit it?” Irritated, I flashed her a serious look—the don’t-push-it look. “I’m not interested in hearing what you have to say about all this.”
The cocky grin and waggling eyebrows immediately left her face. “What, Sy? It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You already hear plenty about my sex life as it is. This is the first I’ve heard about yours, something that is even remotely interesting.”
I sighed, knowing that this was the closest to an apology that I’d ever get from Gen. The girl could twist tales like a cat with a ball of yarn. You still got what you wanted alright—the ball of yarn (or the apology) you were looking for. However, you wouldn’t know what you were missing if you looked no further than that. In other words, Gen often used the right words that led to the illusion and overall implication of an apology.
However, if you looked closer between the lines, you’d find that she had the cunning to build in a back door—an escape route that basically meant that she hadn’t really apologized at all. Because if lies included omission, wouldn’t apologies with omissions constitute as lies as well?
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The above excerpt is from Bi Girls Do It Solo (Bi Girls Do It Book 1), when Gen confronts Sy about her so called asexuality.
Bi Girls Do It Solo is a self-explanatory title that kicks off the Bi Girls Do It series. If you like stories about bisexual females, you may also enjoy Purr Scent I: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio), the first episode in a menage serial. |
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Jacintha Topaz is the author of Purr Erotica Romance, devoted to FF, MM, LGBT, MFF Menage and More BDSM, kink, bondage, fetish, spanking, domination, submission, hot, sexy, erotic romance reads. When not writing, she can be found indulging in cashews and kefir and her secret love of armchair gardening.
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