<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Emb.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diane Windward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16046360#msg16046360)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen->Pool (Post Copied from Main Area Thread)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Sneakers, Socks,</del>Red Cardigan,<del>White Blouse</del>, Jeans, , bra, panties<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: When in Rome<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Donavon, Everyone Now<br/><hr/><br/>This was bliss. Diane's foray into boldness had paid off big time. She gasped as Donavon lifted her up and kissed her back ardently, her lips parting to answer Donavon's invitation, their tongues soon dancing to the beat of their mutual passions' internal rhythm. It seemed that everybody had gotten into the spirit - Rose with Jules, of course, as per the challenge; Emma with Jonathan; and now Chloe with Arthur. It was all she could do to resist taking her chosen partner for the moment and leading him by the hand to the nearest bedroom.<br/><br/>But there was still much of a game left to be played. By the time Diane reluctantly peeled herself away from Donavon, a breathless, "Wow..." summarizing how he had effortlessly floored her, she looked around to find that things had... advanced. Arthur was now the latest in the long line of men who had gotten her heart racing by peeling his shirt, matching Jules and Jonathan in the hotness stakes. (If Donavon still held the lead, that was due to the afterglow of what Jules himself had just ordained.) And now, thanks to the combined miracles of friendship, alcohol, good times, hormones, and a certain football player's oral dexterity, her initial wariness was now replaced with enough of a case of FOMO that she found herself agreeing with the general consensus of the room. "It is getting hot in here, isn't it?" and fumbling with the buttons of first her sweater then her blouse. She'd never be an outright smoking hot temptress like Emma, or a sexy playful minx like Rose, or a pure golden goddess like Chloe, but she could learn from them. And learn her lessons well. (And maybe wish for a few of the next lessons to be imparted more closely.) And the first lesson was that fortune favors the bold.<br/><br/>The cardigan came off... slowly. Then the blouse even more slowly. Diane paused for a second, letting her black bra do the talking. She put the cardigan back on but left it unbuttoned. After all, she reasoned, it probably wasn't going to stay on for that much longer anyway. "OK," she noted as she sat back down in her chair. Redness crept back into her cheeks as she fully realized what she had just done. But she didn't regret it - not for a second. "I think I'm ready for you to deal the next hand."