<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/WOAQMvG.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>,<del>Black top</del>, Black bra,<del>Belt</del>,<del>Jeans</del>, Black panties,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Wandering hands<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone outside<br/><hr/><br/>It looked like everyone still wanted to play poker instead of something more fun. Even Jonathan waded over to the pool's wall to join in on the next hand, which of course meant Emma was headed that way too. The brunette couldn't really wrap her head around the premise of the game anymore. At the beginning of the night, there had been that small taboo tingle in her core -- that naughty little voice in her head that said she might end up having sex with<em>anyone</em>here. Deep down though, she knew that wasn't true. Sex without that<em>spark</em>wasn't her thing. Some people were keeping all possible doors a little more open than others, but everyone still seemed like they had a connection with one above the rest. Why not just throw the pretense out and make the rest of the night about having fun as couples? Why the ritual?<br/><br/>Emma was a little too far gone to dwell too deeply on the psychology of it all. Putting herself in Izzy's shoes felt impossible anyway. But maybe there was something about the absence of control? The lack of responsibility? Throw caution to the wind, forget the consequences, and just do what the cards say. It was one way to live, but the roll of condoms sitting in Emma's purse were evidence enough that she didn't subscribe to the philosophy no matter how hard she tried to pretend otherwise.<br/><br/>At the edge of the pool, Emma released Jonathan and floated off of his back. She found a spot to his left against the wall, nearly shoulder to shoulder with him as she looked out at the party from her much lower vantage point. Chloe and Rose appeared to be hitting it off. Better late than never. The fact that they both matched with their underwear plus jacket ensemble was kind of cute. Still, the heat of another body against her skin brought Emma's attention back to the pool. She smiled to Jonathan, a little more timid and reserved than she had been all night. Her teeth caught the corner of her lip as she let her gaze sink below the surface of the water. Fuck it. Emma didn't need some stupid cards to tell her what she wanted. Hopefully, she could convince Jonathan that he didn't either.<br/><br/>Emma's right hand dipped down below the water, slipping between Jonathan and the wall. She shimmied a little closer to him. Fingertips brushed against the bulge in his underwear, looking to slip in through the front. Her eyes met his for approval. Emma couldn't help but giggle. Of course, Emma tried to play it off like nothing was happening. It was easy enough to fool the people outside the pool for now but Diane was a different story. Hopefully she wasn't the type to suddenly scream out "Oh my God, Emma! What are you doing with your hand?!"<br/><br/>"<strong>You know, if I win, I'm putting all the girls in one room, all the boys in another, and everyone is using that 15 minutes to equip themselves for the world's greatest pillow fight. Winners keep the losers' clothes.</strong>" The drunken make-up artist laughed at her own suggestion and let her chin rest atop the arm that wasn't currently trying to get her own fifteen minutes in heaven started up there in the pool. She tried to maintain as much stealth as possible by limiting the motion of her arm, which wasn't difficult considering she was only rubbing at the moment, working Jonathan up to letting her slip his cock out so she could play with him for real. "<strong>So what were the other parties like? Did they end like that? Everyone just kinda gets together in a big pile?</strong>" More misdirection, but also kind of an honest question. Emma couldn't picture an orgy in her mind. What were the positions? What went where? Who touched what?