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From: Iago <iago_72@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] "Sunset and Overture" by Iago (Flash, F/F, rom, no sex)
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 05:10:05 -0400
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Sunset and overture

by Iago

Rom Fest entry - Flash challenge category (500 words)
Codes : Flash, F/F, Rom, no sex

Author's note: in this story, asterisks (*) denote the
use of italics


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Nicole and me.

*Riiiight.*

I left the patio to get more entr,es, weaving my way through the guests, most of 
them Jenny's friends. I held up my tray and squeezed by, nodding to the few I 
recognized. A handful of boyfriends had been dragged along, quite forcibly 
judging by the long faces; they huddled in a corner, sipping their beers 
quietly, hopelessly outnumbered.

Jenny ambushed me in the kitchen, as I fetched more cocktail wieners.

"Tracy, What are you doing? She's out in the garden."

I gave my friend a stern look. "Give a girl a break, will ya?"

"Not a chance."

I poured Dijon mustard into the dip tray and attempted a quick retreat. Jenny 
grabbed a few coolers and initiated pursuit.

"Christ on crutches! You two have so much in common-you'd be perfect together."

She kept her voice low, but it's not like I made a big secret out of my penchant 
for women. Playing matchmaker is one of Jen's unfortunate callings in life, and 
she'd approached the challenge of making her first lesbian match with gusto, 
sending feelers out through her network, quite eager to find me a sweet 
Dulcinea.

Lucky me.

Guests raided my tray as I made my way back out on the patio. It was a gorgeous 
Saturday afternoon, our first glimpse of real summer in an otherwise drizzly 
month of June. Women gathered around out on the lawn, sipping cocktails, making 
conversation.

I saw Nicole out by the pond, stretched out in a redwood adirondak, chatting up 
the lone guy who'd wandered outside with enthusiasm.

*Awww hell.*

Jenny nudged me. "Go on."

"I think she's busy right now," I replied stiffly.

"It's not what you thi-"

"Trust me," I snapped, "a girl knows."

Two of Jen's friends dragged her away before she could interject. I stomped off 
to get more quiche without another thought. And kept up the service all through 
the evening. 

Call it an excuse to avoid sulking.

It was no use kidding myself. I'd spent the afternoon secretly getting my hopes 
up. Was that so hard to accept? Nicole's quiet, unassuming charm was undeniable, 
her laugher gentle and contagious. I might have asked her out myself, under 
difference circumstances.

I couldn't blame Jen. Enthusiasm was her blind spot.

"We haven't had the pleasure, I'm afraid."

I yelped, my tray almost tipping over. Everyone had gone back inside after dark, 
while I remained out, hunting for empty glasses.

"You must be Nicole... I-"

"Jen didn't have a chance to introduce us. I wish I could stay longer, but I 
have to drive my brother out of town..."

She paused meaningfully, while I connected the dots.

"Jen... told you?"

She laughed good-naturedly. I joined her, unable to help myself.

God. She was even prettier up close. Her wide-set eyes twinkled in the afterglow 
of sunset.

We calmed down at last, the ice melting away.

"Maybe we could... try this again sometime?" she asked hopefully.

I grinned at her.

Nicole and I.

*Wow.*


-Fin-


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