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I moved outside onto the porch to smoke a cigarette I had just bummed. In the next chair was the slender small lesbian who had greeted me when I first came to the party. She asked me where Ontario Street was. I told her its whereabouts but she replied she had no idea about the area anyway. She was from out of town. She said her friend who had invited her to the party on Ontario was foreign, so he wasn't being much help with directions. "Not directions you can understand anyway," I said. She agreed. She said that she wanted to go over there, and that she didn't expect to get lucky at this house tonight. I paused to hear the explanation. "I've been in a relationship," she said, "and was trying to be good." She said it has been hard since the two friends she's staying with... two hot chicks, welcomed her to DC by getting naked in bed with her. "Ah, that's a nice welcome," I said, "but you didn’t get lucky?" "No," she said mournfully, "I've been trying to be good, and they both know it." "Oh, well, that's good," I said. "It's good to be good." "I know!" She went off, "but sometimes you just want some pussy." "I know what you mean," I said, "why don't you go for it? You're not permitted?" "Well, it's strange for me, but I've been seeing a guy." She said, "And he doesn't want me to..." She paused, "...have sex." "No sharing," I said. "And that's not your style?" She said that she had been trying to be monogamous, but didn't think it should count if it was just a fling. "You know," she said, "So what if my finger accidentally slips into a pussy!?" It's just sex. I realized that when she said sex she meant something different from conventional sex. I was impressed that this little house party had provided such an interesting conversation, I took out my pipe and offered it to her. She was like, "oh thank god," and that got her talking even more. She went into further detail about her sex life. She was apologetic for talking so much but I encouraged her to keep going. She said that she had always been gay, but only realized when she was in grade school and looked at the girls she had invited to her slumber party. She realized that they were all beautiful and she wanted to sleep with all of them. She said her poly-amorous life began with her first boyfriend, who told her that even if they were together he wanted to have sex. (Again using the word sex to imply something less conventional) Her response to the boyfriend was.... "Does that mean I get to sleep around also?" She said that that relationship was her longest; they were together for five years while both had other lovers on the side or shared them together. She said that some of his other lovers didn't get it, while others became involved with both of them. She said that she only truly falls in love with women, and found that out in her next relationship with her two female roommates who all three became involved in a long-term three-way relationship. She fell hard for one of the girls and that was the end of that arrangement. She had discovered she was only jealous of her female girlfriends with other women. She said that despite only truly loving women, she always wanted a cock to be involved in sex. She said that some guys don't get it and were jealous. She indicated the current relationship was like that, and that he didn't understand..."sometimes you just want to put your hand on some pussy while you're getting fucked." In the end I never asked her why or how she had decided to be in a hetro relationship that held her back from messing around... from "sex." I assumed that she probably met a cool guy and just wanted some stability. It sounded though like it wasn't going to last long given his attitude and her desire to get her hand "in some pussy." She said her swinging friends who she'd been fucking for years didn't believe it either, and then she asked me if I wanted to walk with her to help her find the party on Ontario. I couldn't take off I said, I was with a date.