Sari was never one for romance. She found it difficult to understand and for three years, she was labeled asexual, which she didn’t understand either. She found plenty of people attractive and, in her college years, she had even had sex more than once. However, she only had had one boyfriend in her entire life and that was for only 3 weeks, 7 hours, and 13 minutes when she was in 8^th grade. This was only because all her other friends had had their first kisses and that one with Cherry apparently didn’t count because they were both girls. Sari wished it had counted; Cherry was a much better kisser than Gerard had ever been. Sari didn’t know why people thought they only kissed once when they had kissed 21 and a half times in secret and that wasn’t counting the several makeouts that left Sari’s head too light to count. They only stopped because they had gotten caught by Cherry’s older sister. After that, Sari and Cherry weren’t allowed to hang out anymore and that summer Cherry had moved out of town.

At 24, Sari was still unlabeled in her sexuality but she tended to spend a lot of her time in gay bars and clubs with her best friend, Darla who happened to be a lesbian. Sari had fun there, enjoying attention she gained and being Darla’s wingman of sorts. She had even met up with Cherry again in a bar just outside New York City. Cherry was now thin and petite compared to her round figure from junior high. She had high cheekbones and her blonde hair had been grown out to flow down her back in a curly waterfall with the same red highlights that caught the sun. That day she had been wearing a loose, purple blazer over a nautical inspired dress with a thin gold belt around her waist after which the skirt flared out to her mid thing. Her bare legs were made to seem even longer with a pair of navy blue wedges. It wasn’t an outfit usually worn at a bar but it was the only time they were both free and it was an easy meeting place for the both of them. Sari went home with her that night after three drinks.

Cherry and Sari went out together several times, always ending up in either one’s bedroom, but they never considered themselves dating. They were both fine with that. Sari wasn’t looking for love and Cherry was looking for sex. Sari to this day admits Cherry was the best sex she had ever had. And that’s above the flute who was especially skilled with her tongue. Cherry was able to make a connection that was closer to love than Sari had ever felt, though she realized that it was merely a sense of familiarity and safety from having known her so long ago. Also, Cherry was a Spanish major and had a way of rolling her r’s that just drove Sari over edge.