and it only took a couple of seconds for me and my boyfriend to arrive at an enthusiastic yes. The girls were sort of renowned on campus for being what I would now call 'sex-positive bi-dykes' but didn't have a term for back then (hi, ladies, I still remember you fondly if any of you are reading this, drop me a line). My boyfriend and I were hanging out on the steps of the student union, when these three girls came up to us, said they were putting together an orgy and asked if we wanted to join them. Or at least without any planning on my part. I call it my first orgy, but in a sense it was my only orgy: I've been to a decent number of sex parties since, but this was my only 'puppy pile of bodies commingling more or less indiscriminately' that we tend to think of as a classic, Capital O-Orgy. My very first orgy happened when I was in college. I mean, who doesn't like a good orgy story? But you know, except for the third-grader part, it was sort of like that.Īnd I thought you might be interested to hear the story. The title makes it sounds like a third-grader's report on her trip to the planetarium. This article originally appeared on AlterNet.
