She was many things, but a lesbian wasn't one of them. And I did many things that weekend but J'ing Off in the bathroom wasn't one of them.
It was all pretty sleazy, and I look back at that memory with a little bit of shame and a little bit of thrill... After the turkey baster story and her reaction, there was definitely no possibility of a post-weekend relationship, which was different... I don't think I was ever with another girl when I didn't care what she thought of me, and it was freeing, in a strange way.
It was a wildly promiscuous act, and, to tell the truth, I liked it. A little too much considering my general outlook and approach, not to mention my upbringing.