Watafag

Leila Faler

"You're doing it again," Ashley said, her voice full of judgment.

"Doing...doing what?" I asked.

"Looking at me like...like a boy looks at a girl, looking at me like you're thinking about me sexually."

"I...I'm not," I said even though I was walking right up to the line of doing just that.

"What's on your mind, this second, don't lie."

I swallowed. "I'm jealous of how good your breasts look in that bra," I said.

"Okay, that's fair," Ashley said. "Did you flirt with anyone today?"

I hesitated, looked down. "Yes," I said."

"Who?" she challenged me.

"Austin," I said.

"That guy in sales?"

I nodded.

"Flirt or talk?"

"Flirt," I said.

"How?"

"Eye contact? Smiling at him? Touching his arm when he said something funny."

She thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll take your word for it..."

"But?"

"I'm not sure I believe you."

"Why?"

"Cause you're looking a me like a guy looks at a woman he wants to fuck."

"I mean it," I said, "I really am jealous of how that bra fits your breasts."

"Okay."

"You don't believe me."

"How about this. I'll let you sleep with me tonight...or I can tell Austin that my femme, gay bestie has a total crush on him and if he asks you out you'll totally say yes."

"Ashley!"

"Which is it? Me or Austin?"

I looked at Ashley's breasts, swallowed. "You'll really say something to him?"

She nodded.

"Then...then Austin," I said.