Once

The drunk reporter gave a grin.

"There was...a sorority party. Seven minutes in heaven. We'd been doing shots. I was drunk..." Lois said.

"Like you are now," Jorge pointed out, and Lois felt a flush come to her cheeks.

"There was a young woman named Lori. Long brown hair, she was on the swim team. They shoved us into a broom closet and...I had kissed a few boys, but in the dark, her breath was so warm...and her lips were so soft. Maybe it was the booze, but I felt so bold, when my tongue slipped into her mouth...but she was bolder."

"What did she do?" Mac said, hanging on the reporter's every word.

"I...I had on a sweater. No bra. Lori's hands slid up under my sweater and she grabbed my breasts. Like really grabbed. It surprised me. My breasts weren't any bigger than than they are now, maybe a little smaller. Really just A-cups...but she found my nipples and I moaned a little into her mouth. I didn't know what to do...so I slid my hands around the small of her back. She was wearing a skirt. My hands found the waistband of her panties. I slid one hand down under her panties and squeezed that soft ass..."

Aimee sipped her cocktail, face flushed, eyes dilated. Lois thought she looked even more drunk than the reporter felt, but she also hung onto every word.

"...then the seven minutes were up. Lori and I left the closet and, uh...never really talked about it, after," Lois blinked as she said that, wondering for the first time how Lori felt about that incident, so many years later.

Aimee stood up. She walked forward, hips swaying a bit unsteady. Mac and Jorge glanced at each other.

"Do you want to make out with a woman again?" Jorge asked.