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                                      Another time, another girlfriend...
Once upon a time, a girl friend       my girl friend wanted to seduce
wanted both of us to seduce           another couple that we hung out
another woman who was a friend        with, a friend of mine and
of ours.  The three of us were        his girl friend.  I said I
hanging around in her bedroom,        thought he would go for it,
one afternoon.  I made some           but I thought she'd be
"joke" about it.  Our friend          offended by the idea.
laughed at it, but made a             Later, *he* brought it up...
disparaging remark, and I             we'd been arguing about who
decided to change the subject.        should take a shower first
 My girl friend interrupted:          and he said, "Okay, we'll
    "Coward!"                         *all* take a shower!"
 I said, "I took that as a 'No.'"        His girl friend said: "Fine,
There was a brief awkward             *you* can all take a shower."
silence, and that was that.              My girl friend turned to me and
                                      said "You're right."

             (Very often people try to make inside
              comments that other people aren't supposed
              to get.  Very often this fails completely
              and everyone knows what's being said.)

Walking down a street in suburbia at night,
a woman leaving a bar yelled out to me
"Hey, want to go to an orgy?"  (her speech
was slightly slurred).  I looked at her
(pretty. slim. short brown hair) and said
"No thanks" (there were some men with her,
who looked at me with blank -- guilty? --
expressions.  She was setting up a gang
bang).  After I'd turned the corner I could
hear her yell "What's the matter, dont you
know ya got to party hearty?!"                    (Ah, the seventies...)

               I couldn't tell you
               exactly why I said no.


At a halloween costume party, (I was
dressed in black vinyl, green tights,
lots of green makeup) a woman I'd been
talking to suddenly said "So, do you
want to have sex?"  I said "Sure.
Sometime."  She looked disappointed.
*Then* I figured out what she had said.

(I realize that a line like "So do you
want to have sex?" probably doesn't seem
like it should take a genius to
interpret.  I don't think you can just
blame this on my usual stupidity: it's
really hard to follow someone when they
go outside the bounds of accepted social
behavior.  It just doesn't register.)         (This is one of the reasons
                                               most people have quit reading
                    SOCIAL_REGISTER           this by now.)



Very later that night, we hung out with
a small group of people in a bedroom up
stairs.  She was laying on a futon, I
was lying with my head in her lap.  Her
boyfriend was sitting on the futon,
leaning against the wall.  We were all
having very abstract, intellectual
conversations about group relationships
(one of my friends couldn't accept the
idea at all, making the usual
non-arguments about the shallowness of
meaningless casual sex).                      LOOSE
Her boyfriend seemed like a fairly
reasonable guy.  He was a little tense
about the scene, but he was doing a good
job of suppressing whatever nervousness
or jealousy he might feel.

She seemed kind of shallow and phoney
herself... like a typical amateur
actress.  She liked being the shocking         But nobody's perfect
femme fatale (her costume included a           Don't know why
long feather boa she could dance with).        I didn't go for it.

								 (femme fetal?)
Well, there's other things I could go into...
one time when I was with some people passing
some girls around in a hot tub in a hotel in        MORMAN
Salt Lake City...  another night that began
with a group of friends in the Holiday Cocktail
Lounge in New York and ended up with some          HOLIDAY
musical beds in an apartment uptown...

And there is the question of definition.
I mean how far do you stretch your definition of
group sex?  Slam dancing.  Twister games.
Back-rub chains.  Watching pornography with      (A lot of people
friends.                                         would insist that
	                                         these are not
                                                 sexual experiences.
                                                 I wouldn't.)


But it's all pretty much the same story.
Some close calls, but no cigars.



                                    A moral for a story without any:
                                      "Seems, though, that when the
                                    chips are down you don't get
                                    the cigar because, at the last,
                                    you don't reach for it."
                                                        --- garygm






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