“Isn’t about what they are or aren’t,” Kirsten said, resting her cheek on top of Cherry’s head. “It’s about you being able to tell folks or not. Your sexuality is yours. And Lea ain’t bi. I mean, I know she likes to play with everyone, and all. Like she said: s*x feels good. But trust me: she may love me, but she’s never been in love with me. And there’s a difference. You know?”
“I guess.” Gina found herself considering her mental orgy pragmatically for the first time. “Um. Do all six of y’all… I mean, Kirsten, you and Sean…?”
“Oh. Gawd. No.” Kirsten blushed. Under different circumstances, Gina would have been pleased with herself. “No.”
Cherry chuckled and tapped her lover’s nose with a gloved fingertip. “We tried to talk them into it once — I mean, not to get the two of ‘em to do anyt
