Girlfriends
She was spending the night with me, a sleepover, something we’d been doing forever. Vicky was my best friend, we were connected not only by years of friendship but bonded by a sisterly love. I didn’t have a sister but if I did, I would want it to be her. We shared everything, our lives, clothes, secrets, fantasies; and at fifteen we had a lot of fantasies to share. Most of them had to do with our changing bodies and what we wanted to do with them, or more to the point, what we wanted boys to do with them. That night she and I spent hours in my room bouncing around on my bed with our cell phones, texting some boys we thought were hot. Not just one or two, but I was talking …