<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/98/b3/d298b36f5af14a072972f9185ec4ec75.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marissa Kennedy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14934581#msg14934581) (Team 2)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>SIDELINED!<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>After noon<br/><strong>Content/Mood: </strong>Sob sister sharing<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>one-piece suit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/cf/bb/2bcfbbeb8b27d098d210fed8a4b8f9c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelia, open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lakresha laughed at her.<br/><br/>Well, how could she help it? 'Ris was chuckling herself, rocking her head back and forth against the deck in amused disbelief and mortification.  At least it was good-natured laughter, and as the buxom dark-skinned woman took her place, the view was....interesting. Very. Since she was nearly out of her suit top.<br/><br/>The booze helped, too.<br/><br/>With a sigh, she got herself upright, in the way her Yoga teacher always insisted on: roll to the side, arm under, lift gently.  No Jet Li crunch-hops for her!  Though a few of their co-cruisers looked as if they might be able to do that.  Skirting the game board (and all the angular and curved flesh twisted up on it), she ordered a wine cooler to sort of taper off, and watched from a new angle.<br/><br/>The quiet Asian girl went next- Asami, that was her. God the other one had a mouth on her.  Cute, but as noisy as a pre-teener. Somehow, the quiet girl bent herself into an udon noodle, adding to the sexy statuary on the slick plastic. Marissa still wasn't ready to say that any of them was 'what she was looking for'- except maybe their regrettably absent hostess- but damn, they were nice to look<strong> at. </strong>Shame she had wasted so much time trying to get the 'being straight' thing to work.<br/><br/>Amelia went next, and butt-planted- well, elbow-planted, anyway. It looked maybe like a deliberate forfeit, and for sure it wasn't as spectacular as Rissa's wipeout.  As the blonde moved back over toward the hot tub, their eyes met, and 'Ris was pretty sure she got a subtle but distinct 'come on over' gesture.  With nothing else to do right then (except watch girls slither all over each other which, as a spectator sport, she kinda preferred to do in private), she flashed  a quick grin in reply and ambled over.<br/><br/>Perched once more on the edge of the hot tub, she examined the inside of her cheek with her tongue for something clever to say.  "All she could come up with was, "Guess that lets us skip past the whole explanation of why I never went out for team sports in school, huh?"<br/><br/>