Marin sat on the couch.  This was certainly not her first Sisters party, and she was finally getting comfortable with the casualness of it all, and the wonderful way the gatherings made her feel.  Accepted, welcomed, loved.  She was still young, on the whole, in her first adult year, and her slender frame showed that well enough.  Her youthful appearance and delicate features made her a favourite at these gatherings.  The silken gossamer-fine platinum hair that fell past her shoulders to mid-back was always a stand out as well.<br/><br/>Tonight, she had worn a new outfit for the party, a tiny little blood red ensemble of very fine lycra mesh. The one-piece garment resembled a swimsuit, but would be far from wearable in public.  The idea of it gave Marin the faintest of thrills though.  She had a little bit of the exhibitionist in her.  Enough of one that watching the two women on the couch beginning their amorous explorations was causing those little warm shooting feelings already.<br/><br/>She didn’t know the hostess personally, but one of the girls in the bedroom already echoing with soft pleasured moans was her close friend, and had invited her along.  To date, Marin hadn’t managed to find a significant other, but she was very open about looking.  Her attention was drawn upwards to the two beauties who had arrived last to the party.  Marin smiled and shifted her small flute of wine to her off hand so she could shake their hands.  Keya and Adeni.  Lovely names, and both very attractive in their own rights.  She wondered for a moment if they might actually already be involved, the way they stayed close to each other.<br/><br/>After they had settled themselves at the bar, awaiting their drinks, she stood, and moved over towards them, feeling a certain kinship with newness.  Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly with a rose of their own as she realized just how little the mesh of her unitard would actually conceal.  The darkness of her pink little nipples would be so clearly visible, especially as erect as they already were.  More than a part of her worried that she would have already begun to dampen her clothing.<br/><br/>“Forgive me if I’m intruding, but, is this your first party as a couple?”