Renolds

“What’s your name?” she asked me as we walked along the dusty road.

“Florence,” I said.

“What’s your story? Things not working out with your boyfriend, want to give the girls a try? Had a drunken one night stand and now you’re wondering if it means something? Just questioning in general?”

“How do you know?” I gasp.

She laughed a sing-song laugh and sighed. “Because I’m your guide. I have to know what I’m guiding you through, to, and for.”

“Well, I’m just questioning, I guess. I don’t really know…”

“Talk to me, love. I’m the only one who can help.”

“What’s your name?” I asked. “I can’t tell you my story if I don’t even know your name.”

The God(dess) looked over at me with emerald eyes shining inhumanly bright. “Sassy little thing, aren’t you?”

“I’m just being honest…” I trailed off.

“No need to apologize. I’m Renolds. You can call me Ren or Renny.”

“Okay, Ren. Well I… there’s this girl…”

“There often is a girl.”

“She kissed me… and I wanted her to… I didn’t want to kiss a girl before…”

“You’re lying through your teeth, Flo. I can tell a clenched mouth when I see one.”

“Well… Maybe I’ve thought about girls before…”

“And there’s the question. What the hell? Right?”

“Right,” I sighed.

“Well, I’m here now,” she grinned. I found it too easy to trust her. The whole setting was strange. A lone car was parked a few feet ahead. She unlocked it and opened the passenger door.

“Get in. It’s time we find you a girl, Miss Florence.”

“What?” she pushed me in and closed the door.

She leaned inside the rolled down window and explained, “This is a bicurious trip. You’re wondering what you are? Gay? Straight? Bisexual? Well, we’re just going to put you out there and see what you fall for more. Male or female? Or maybe both. But there’s no better way to tell than a few kisses. The sex is just a bonus,” she winked.

“What the hell?” I found myself asking allowed.

“You’ll know by the end of this trip,” she turned the key and with a lurch of the car, we were off on a bicurious adventure.