Straight Girls

Ava fucks every straight girl she can get her hands on and uses Dani, Matty and Jules as her cover story. Roommates that call themselves friends and still let her parade straight girls through the apartment like trophies. Lacey begged for it in her bedroom. Renee came back for round two in the laundry room. Siri and Anna Claire cornered her in a public washroom stall and Ava left both of them flushed, panties in her pocket, lipstick on her neck. Same pattern every time. Straight girls who swear they don't like women, but Ava knows how to make them wet before they finish saying no. She's still got two best friends and a wobbly grin telling her to quit while she still feels good about herself. Then Greta hands her the script for the play about two women from the fifties who loved each other in secret. Ava plays Estelle, scared of being caught. Shannon plays Bea, and she's straight as an arrow. Blonde, sweet, in the role anyway like she lived it herself. Rehearsals turn heavy fast. Lines between Estelle and Bea bleed past the script, and every time Shannon pulls Ava in for a staged kiss or hand on her thigh, Ava wants more than a stage direction. Shannon's straight, Ava knows it, but it doesn't matter when their mouths are an inch apart and neither of them moves. She's got a bad habit of breaking every straight girl's resolve and for the first time it's starting to feel like maybe she wants to keep one.