"Damn," She said breathlessly, glancing around at the other people littering the pool. "Non-smokers, huh? Gonna die one day, might as well live it to the fullest while your here." Shrugging her shoulders, she flipped her luscious hair over her shoulder, turning away to find a lighter. Marissa was not a skinny woman; in fact, her legs were thick and she had curves that most super models would be appalled at. Her breasts were perky, and currently tucked away behind a sweater of a dress, the dress falling to the middle of her thighs. Finally finding a lighter and a drink, a double shot of Greygoose this time, she returned to the couple, only because they were hot. And she meant they<em>both</em>were hot. Though she did like a well endowed man, obviously they weren't always so tuned in with what women wanted.<br/><br/>Lighting her cigarette and taking a puff, she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's actually kind-of hot out here." Rolling her eyes at herself for own, lame joke, she gestured with her hand. "You don't mind if I smoke, do ya?" Taking another drag, she blew the smoke away from the two stranger's faces, clearly enjoying herself. The expression on the woman's face had been priceless, something that had made the party much more enjoyable. It would have been even better if she had gotten off, but that stupid prick of a man had no clue what he was doing. Just thinking about it made her wet again, the urge to escape the party and finish still clinging desperately to the edges of her mind...<br/><br/>"So, uh, have I seen y'all before? I think I recognize you from somewhere," She said hurridley, trying to think of anything else but touching herself.