Moments

Wrapping paper and practically the entire Spencer’s store were strewn over the floor. Sadie sipped her wine and plunged into the story of her first gay kiss. Her old friends were liberally painting the story with forgotten details and exaggerations.

“Lika,” Sadie started with a nostalgic smile. “Do you remember her?”

“Big ass,” grinned a brunette with round eyes.

“And big lips,” a blonde girl that looked familiar said.

I blushed for the sake of Lika. She did have big lips… I pondered that for a second and promptly decided to forget before I got lost in the gutter that was my mind. I still found myself slipping back to that first kiss…

“Listen,” Renolds elbowed me.

“She pulled me aside,” Sadie continued.

“More like pushed you against a wall,” Round Eyes filled in.

“And kissed me.”

“Stuck her tongue down your throat,” Blonde Girl snorted.

Sadie sighed. “You’re ruining my memories. I like to forget that part of it. She was also shaking and nervous but damn, her lips made up for it all.”

“Let me tell my story!” Round Eyes jumped in, “I was 16 and it was with this girl… Oh what was her name?”

“Shelia, right?” someone asked.

“Sure that works. Anyways, we were cashiers together. The store was never busy so we usually ended up sitting behind the counter and talking. One day, I just leaned over and kissed her. We were bored so we kept kissing. It was… interesting. But she was like, 22 and experienced. So I won’t complain.”

“She was not 22! She was 17. Maybe.”

Round Eyes rolled her eyes and sighed. “You guys always make my stories less interesting…” she pouted. Sadie offered her some more wine and she perked right up.

“Hey New Girl,” Blonde Girl looked at me.

“Florence.”

“Right. What about you? What was your moment?”

I shrugged. “I haven’t had a moment yet.”

Renolds eyed me, “Have I done anything for you? I got you laid, in a closet with that Eva chick, and around all these fabulous people,” she said that last part with a hint of sarcasm, “And after everything I’ve done, you’re going straight on me?”

“I never said that. Don’t worry.”

As Renolds face eased back into her façade, the door opened and Astrid walked in. Her blonde hair was pulled back, showing her heart shaped face. Her dark eyes danced around and landed on me. Pulling her lips into a small smile, she said, “Sorry I’m late,” she didn’t peel her eyes away from me until Sadie ran up to her for a hug.

My entire body was on edge: my spine was straight; my heart was racing; my hands were shaking. I closed my eyes and my moment passed.