<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>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone outside<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Beep. Boop. Boop.</strong>" Emma couldn't fight against the urge to touch Jonathan but she also didn't trust herself to let her fingertips explore overly long. Instead, she treated the man whose lap she was straddled across like he was some hulking sci-fi computer from the 80s, tapping a finger against each of his nipples and then his belly button, supplying her own sound effects for each poke. The brunette looked up from her last press and smiled softly at Jonathan. She still had enough self-awareness to know that she was being silly but not enough to care.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey, where's the on button for this thing?</strong>" Emma looked over her shoulder, asking the entire party, before she turned back to Jonathan. Her weight shifted, her legs letting her slowly rise and fall, once and then twice, grinding against Jonathan's lap in a circular motion that looked and felt way too sexual. It was meant to be suggestive -- the sultry grin on Emma's face made that clear enough. Here she was, acutely aware of the small spot of dampness that made her underwear cling to her skin, and she hadn't so much as felt a twitch in the jeans of the guy that she had been sitting on top of all night in various states of undress. He should have been as uncomfortably aroused as her, dammit. Either Jonathan had the self-control of a saint, too much to drink to get it hard, or they weren't physically clicking like Emma thought that they were. God, all of those options sounded terrible.<br/><br/>The poker game was an afterthought at this point. It always had been, but now Emma wasn't even pretending anymore. She tucked her cards into her bra when she received them to keep her hands free, not even bothering to look at them. When it came time to reveal them, she simply dropped them into Jonathan's lap without announcing her result to the rest of the table. Maybe she had won, maybe she didn't. Somewhere along the way, the competitive voice in her head got drowned out by the horny voice and Emma stopped wanting to win and started looking forward to losing.<br/><br/>Emma slid off of Jonathan's lap, grinding as much against his legs as she could before standing. Her hands went down to her belt, unfastening it and letting it clatter to the ground in front of the couch. She wasted no time in unbuttoning her jeans either. The zipper pulled down and the fabric parted, revealing a hint of the black panties beneath. Emma paused and locked eyes with Jonathan, sharing another smile with him. He wouldn't get to see more. Not yet.<br/><br/>Emma instead went to the pool, her back to the party. She didn't<em>have</em>to take off her jeans if she took the challenge, but Emma wasn't about to take a dip in them. It was here that she pushed her pants down over her hips, hands following along behind her jeans farther than they needed until Emma was bent over, touching her ankles. She didn't look over her shoulder to check to see if anyone watched, or perhaps what their reaction was if they had, and instead the brunette just stepped out of the pile of denim on the pool floor and hopped into the deep end of the pool. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be swimming in her current state, but Emma was too young and too drunk to let anyone -- even herself -- tell her otherwise.<br/><br/>She surfaced immediately with a loud gasp after disappearing into the water. Her hands moved to wipe the water from her face. "<strong>Holy shit, that's cold.</strong>" Nothing like a sudden shock of cold water to clear the fogginess of a few too many drinks from the mind, though it did little to extinguish the heat in her belly. Emma floated over to the side of the pool, hair clinging to her back. Her hands found the pool's edge, holding her above the water as she looked out toward the party. "<strong>So how long do I stay in here?</strong>"