It was a hot party on a hotter night. She sighed and mixed the watery bottom of her margarita with the slurpy straw the host had provided along with his own alcohol-heavy bartending skills. Normally she enjoyed the happy chaos of these parties but tonight she had started out horny and happy and yet the inane chatter of the crowd had started annoying her right around the time bodies started merging two-by-two creating an R-rated Noah's Ark in every corner and undoubtedly more explicitly around dark corners or empty bedrooms upstairs.
Leaving her drink debris for a moment, she wandered over to another room where her boyfriend was still engaged in some mildly obscene drinking game. They weren't fighting...exactly...but she thought that maybe he needed the boys-only time more than she needed some naked quality time with him at the moment. Trying not to feel sulky she returned to the little cocktail table where she'd left her drink.
She was surprised to see a younger woman casually removing her stretch-top and lifting her hair to cool her long, elegant and slightly sweaty neck. She had seen this woman on the make-shift dance floor dancing uninhibitedly with a neverending string of partners, each leaving once their own endurance reached an end, or they failed to get lucky in the obvious passes they'd made. She had watched this beautifully in-control hottie casually remove hands from her ass and bare waist and even one from a perky taut breast with a smile and a few short words that seemed to inevitably result in these men deserting her to her erotic solo dance.
The girl didn't seem to mind dancing alone and in fact, her eyes tended to close to what were probably her favorite songs and she seemed to have danced for the sheer joy of it rather than to attract new partners.
"Hey". A quizzical amusement seemed the perfect expression for the girl's slightly triangular face, sharp cheekbones standing out and complimenting slightly thick dark brows and equally dark lashes. "If you're going to stare, shouldn't I know your name?" The voice matched the face, amused in that laconic way of a young woman who knows how eye-catching she is and enjoys every second.
Embarrassingly, color rose to her cheeks. "Uh...Rina...you're Jen, right? I've seen you before."
"Sure. Jen works. Want a shot? My treat." Rina agreed, surprised that she felt a little off-balance with this remarkably together young woman.
Jen returned with two juice-sized cups, each with a generous measure of some amber liquid she'd procured from somewhere behind the home bar.
"Salud" Jen held up her own glass, eyebrows raised and clearly waiting for Rina to join her.
Rina eyed the glass, filled beyond a standard shot, more like two or three. As her hand reached out for the suspicious vessel, Jen let out a little husky laugh.
"Should I have gotten tequila for body shots? It's not too late."
Not knowing how to answer what was undoubtedly a teasing joke, Rina lifted her glass with an over-hearty "Salud" of her own. Rina's glass was set back down after a gulp that only took it down about half-way. Jen finished hers in three thirsty swallows, setting her own glass down and licking her lips. The scotch was excellent, so smooth that it didn't cause even the tiniest of stomach lurches and Rina finished her own in response to Jen's mocking brow, lifted once again in question with that quirky talent some people have of independent eyebrow movement.
Fortunately, Rina had swallowed completely before Jen revisited her earlier remark. "So? Since we're already drinking shots, tequila body shots are out. How about we just fool around?"
