Showcase: Gia Derza

They started at the party, side by side in an empty bedroom, laughing about how both of them were still shy even at eighteen. It was always the same – never long before they slipped away and claimed some corner for themselves. Talk drifted to boys. Every time Kendra tossed out a name, Gia looked somewhere else, not at the guys but at the girl next to her. Gia said she had to use the bathroom and asked Kendra to come. Inside, she clicked the lock. Then she just stared. Confused, Kendra asked what was going on. Gia’s voice dropped: the bathroom excuse was only an excuse. She wanted them alone. She could not stop imagining the two of them together. Kendra stiffened. She wasn’t into girls. Gia lifted an eyebrow. “How do you know if you’ve never tried?” They stood there, breath mixing in the narrow room. Hesitant, Kendra reminded her they were best friends. Gia answered with a single line: there is no safer place to test something new than with the person you already trust. Gia moved first, lips soft and sure. Kendra answered after a heartbeat. Fingers slipped her top up and off; Gia’s mouth found one stiff nipple, tongue flicking across the peak, then the other. Quiet sounds rose between them—too soft for the party noise down the hall, loud enough to seal the moment. Two best friends had turned the locked room into their own private party.