This 6700 word short story is for adults only and contains explicit language, including sexual situations.
"Well, have you thought about trying girls?"
I opened my eyes and looked over at Kandi. Her legs were spread slightly, but I couldn't see anything under her towel. She was watching me, a curiosity twinkling in her eyes.
"I'm not interested in that."
"Have you thought about it, at all?"
I shrugged, feeling uncomfortable under Kandi's unwavering gaze. "I'm just not interested. You know that."
"I'm being serious," she said. "Have you ever tried it? With a woman?"
"No, of course not. Kandi, you know I'm straight."
"I said the same thing for years. Years. And then one night I let my inhibitions go." She moved in her seat like she was dancing and swaying to unheard music, her towel pulling apart a bit over her legs. "I've never looked back. You shouldn't limit yourself. If you haven't tried it—haven't even entertained the idea, then how do you know you're not interested? Hm?"
"I just know, okay? It's just one of those things that you know."
"Sure." Kandi looked me up and down, as if she was trying to scan my body and uncover all of my secrets. "Have you ever found a woman attractive?"
"No, I've told you—"
"Stop reacting with your preconceived notions and have a real conversation with me."
I closed my mouth, suddenly feeling frustrated. Why was she pushing the subject so much? What did she want?
"Have you ever looked at a woman and admired her hair, her legs, her curves?" She raised her eyebrows, like she knew a secret, like she'd sensed me looking at her body today.
I kept my eyes locked on hers and shrugged. "Sure, I guess. I mean, I can objectively tell when a woman is attractive."
"Of course—objectively." She rolled her eyes and stood, closing the distance between us and taking a seat next to me. The floral scent of the massage oil emanated from her skin with a slight tang of salty sweat. "Have you ever looked at a woman and wondered what it would be like to touch her or have her touch you?"
"Hm," she looked me up and down and crossed her legs, inadvertently hiking her towel open dangerously close to her crotch. "I still think you should try it—being with a woman, I mean. Just a little bit. Maybe just some kissing, to see how you feel."
I laughed and shook my head. "So if I kiss a couple girls and decide I don't like it, then you'll leave me alone and accept that I'm straight?"
Kandi leaned towards me. "Not necessarily a couple girls. I think one could suffice—especially if it's the right one."
"The right one? What, like a lesbian soulmate?"
"No, of course not. I'm not some romantic. I mean a woman who knows how to handle another woman—who isn't confused or experimenting. Someone who knows herself as well."
"Oh, okay. And where do I find someone like that?"
"It's not as hard as you think." Kandi reach out and lightly place her hand on my thigh, just below the edge of my towel.
My heart started pounding as I realized what's happening. "Kandi—"
"C'mon, Mel. Open your mind. You're closing yourself off, limiting yourself from so many possibilities. Just take a chance—you have nothing to lose."