Two Girls: Maybe Lesbians, Maybe Not

Sitting very closely on the couch, sharing a drink, were Amber and Danielle. You--and everyone--knew the rumours about them. Were they dykes or not? For every person who said they've seen them making out, another swears that both have boyfriends one town over. You decide to investigate.

"Can I have a seat?" you ask.

Amber, the light blonde, smiles and shifts her petite body over. Danielle, more of a brunette, does the same. You sit between them.

As the night goes on, people leave the room, people come in, and so on. All the same, the girls don't leave the couch and neither do you. By now you've rested your hands, one on Amber's bare thigh and the other on Danielle's slightly longer mini-skirt. They don't seem to mind; they're giggly, they're drunk, and they're pressing their bodies into you.

"So I guess I have to ask about the rumours..." you say, emboldened. "Are you gay or not?"

Without even speaking or looking at each other, the two girls arch their bodies out, move their faces in front of you and share a lip-lock like no other: Tongues thrashing, lips mashing, and oxygen barely getting in there. They pull away.

"I guess that answers the question," you sigh, a bit disapointed.

"Yes it does," said Amber. "We only make out when a guy wants us to."

That's when you smile. Suddenly, the night got a lot better.