Straight Girls

Ava’s bed sees a steady parade of straight girls—Lacey with her tits barely contained in a half-unbuttoned blouse, Renee riding her face like she owns it, two strangers bent over sinks in a public restroom with their panties shoved aside. Dani, Matty, and Jules are the ones she comes home to, yet each time Ava slips out to chase another woman who claims she doesn’t like girls, the apartment feels emptier when she returns. Now there’s Shannon. The part of Bea demands Shannon press Ava against the rehearsal mirror and kiss her slow, deep, hungry. Shannon is straight; she says so with a shy laugh between takes. But when her mouth moves lower and her tongue works lazy circles until Ava’s knees buckle, the script stays the same and the act stops feeling like performance. The stage lights go down, yet Shannon’s hand lingers on Ava’s thigh like it wants to rewrite the ending. Between the lines of 1950s restraint and the real heat building between them, Ava wonders how long a woman can play straight before the mask cracks and the want breaks through.