you two are doing the do, as you do - except, oh no, you're not in the safety of your own room! there's no risk of being discovered here, as you're already exposed. all eyes are on you and your boo.
can't help it - you're so (blegh) in love you can't control your emotions.
don't care - the two of you have been kept apart for so long, you don't mind who sees you together.
swingers/party - at the orgy, you're out of place if you're not having sex for all to see.
uncontained lust - hormones or sex pollen strikes!
forced - aliens making you breed? threat of death?
kink - you're just a exhibitionist.
possessive - what's yours is yours and you're going to show the world.
ritual - sex as a rite of passage or a ceremony that must be performed.
humiliation - one of you wants to shame the other.
(ooc: I'd thought of that but I think if she's going to be feeling left out, she'd be happier with someone who hadn't been involved in anything yet, unless whoever Camilla paired off with didn't work out for whatever reason.)
[ Ah, sure, we can go with both having not had any luck yet then. Maybe Camilla's actually the hostess and was always planning to come out once the majority had been paired off to either get with whoever was left or, if nobody was, make a threesome out of one pair? ]
The evening started off well enough, elegant surroundings, plentiful food and drink, not to mention plush furniture and pillows just about anywhere you looked. Usa was enjoying herself, a knowing little grin playing across her lips as she wandered through the crowd. Most everyone knew what they were there for and yet as the evening went on, she had yet to find anyone who caught her eye. In fact, it felt as if no one was approaching her at all, which was quite annoying. Two by two, and occasionally more than two, people began to group together, taking up space on the couches, pillow piles, even the tables. Usa was starting to get annoyed and aroused at the same time, which made her even more annoyed.
While she was left to wonder if she was even good enough, she milled around the food table, taking out her frustrations on the remaining cake. She'd gone through three pieces before she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. That wasn't unusual, since the whole floor seemed like a constantly moving sea of human skin. There was color, though, clothing still on a body. It was Camilla of all people, standing there looking around with a bemused look. Usa turned, setting her plate aside with cake piece number four. "Are you feeling alright? I didn't expect you to still be... clothed."
When she'd realized that Usa was the last one left, Camilla couldn't have been happier. Well, that wasn't necessarily true-making a threesome of some sort, especially if it happened to include the pink-haired beauty, might have made her happier. Nobody at the party had intrigued her more than Usa, and so she counted herself lucky as she made her way out from her hiding hole.
"I always make sure every one of my guests is satisfied before joining in myself, Usa." Camilla moved closer to her, sidestepping the occasional body as she made her way to the food table. "And I do mean every one. You don't look particularly satisfied."
Maybe she'd been too picky, took too long to decide, it wouldn't be the first time. Usa had met with just about everyone in the room at some point but nothing had clicked with anyone. That wasn't true, there were a handful that would have sufficed, but she kept thinking the next person would be better somehow. None held a candle to Camilla, who she'd lost track of somewhere early in the evening. Unfortunately there were a finite number of people and time ran out. On the bright side, there was still plenty of cake.
"Really? I suppose that's the proper way to run a party," she replied, feeling particularly unsatisfied at the moment. Usa remained where she was, letting Camilla come to her. The way she moved was quite elegant and ladylike, something she had once striven for and lost along the way. With Camilla so near she took a step closer and gave a little shrug. "That's because I'm not satisfied at all. I spent too much time thinking and now I'm all by myself. At least, I was. Now that you're here, maybe you would help me find that elusive satisfaction?"
"I would be more than happy to. Though, first-" With a small smile, she sidestepped Usa to grab a piece of cake herself. "The worst part of running my parties this way is that I sometimes miss out on refreshments. If you can forgive me a minute or two longer, I simply must have a piece."
At some point-well, clearly, when she'd retreated to her bedroom as people began pairing off-Camilla had switched from her party dress to a t-shirt and short skirt. More functional, and less problematic if things got messy, as she always hoped they would. The easy access had from a short skirt compared to a long, tight one was nice, too. "Besides your prior lack of amorous partner, have you been enjoying yourself?"
Considering she had relegated herself to either working things out on her own or jumping in with another couple, she wasn't in any particular hurry to get things done. The latter would have required timing, though now she wasn't watching the crowd for breaks in the action. Instead her attention was focused solely upon Camilla. She had changed clothes, which made Usa wonder if that had taken longer than expected.
"Of course. There's one right here," she said, picking up the plate she'd had a moment before and offering it over. Usa for her part was still wearing the black dress she'd arrived in, which did offer some easy access, all things considered. Removing it completely would take a little more effort. Usa turned to lean against the table, folding her arms just beneath her chest, which had the side effect of pushing it up. "The food is good, so yes. Aside from that, I was having a pretty good time. I don't get to enjoy parties much. I got used to being on my own all the time and it's a hard habit to break."
"Well then-if we hit it off, perhaps we'll have to leave you a little less on your own." Camilla practically attacked the cake-whether she was that hungry, or that excited to go forward, Usa could only guess. Before long at all, she was finished, setting the plate and fork back down.
"I've heard some interesting rumors about you, Usa. About what exactly you've got under that dress." And rather than waiting for Usa to confirm or dispel them herself, Camilla took a very hands-on approach. She turned to face Usa, one hand angling her face for a kiss-and the other sliding down her dress towards her crotch.
"I'd appreciate that," she answered with a grin. Watching Camilla eat that cake was quite entertaining. Only two people she knew ate like that, and one was herself. The other, she didn't want to think about right now. The speed was impressive. She was quite impressed with the way Camilla's mouth worked.
"You should know better than to listen to rumors. Sometimes they're true." She would have been more than happy to banter back and forth a little, but the sheer audacity and boldness Camilla demonstrated amused her and surprised her. It definitely put a dent in her earlier fowl mood. Indeed, Camilla would find a cock hidden behind a pair of simple cotton panties. Usa, shaking off the surprise factor, gladly accepted the kiss, tilting her head, parting her lips, and then rolling her hips forward against Camilla's presumptuous hand.
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While she was left to wonder if she was even good enough, she milled around the food table, taking out her frustrations on the remaining cake. She'd gone through three pieces before she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. That wasn't unusual, since the whole floor seemed like a constantly moving sea of human skin. There was color, though, clothing still on a body. It was Camilla of all people, standing there looking around with a bemused look. Usa turned, setting her plate aside with cake piece number four. "Are you feeling alright? I didn't expect you to still be... clothed."
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"I always make sure every one of my guests is satisfied before joining in myself, Usa." Camilla moved closer to her, sidestepping the occasional body as she made her way to the food table. "And I do mean every one. You don't look particularly satisfied."
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"Really? I suppose that's the proper way to run a party," she replied, feeling particularly unsatisfied at the moment. Usa remained where she was, letting Camilla come to her. The way she moved was quite elegant and ladylike, something she had once striven for and lost along the way. With Camilla so near she took a step closer and gave a little shrug. "That's because I'm not satisfied at all. I spent too much time thinking and now I'm all by myself. At least, I was. Now that you're here, maybe you would help me find that elusive satisfaction?"
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At some point-well, clearly, when she'd retreated to her bedroom as people began pairing off-Camilla had switched from her party dress to a t-shirt and short skirt. More functional, and less problematic if things got messy, as she always hoped they would. The easy access had from a short skirt compared to a long, tight one was nice, too. "Besides your prior lack of amorous partner, have you been enjoying yourself?"
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"Of course. There's one right here," she said, picking up the plate she'd had a moment before and offering it over. Usa for her part was still wearing the black dress she'd arrived in, which did offer some easy access, all things considered. Removing it completely would take a little more effort. Usa turned to lean against the table, folding her arms just beneath her chest, which had the side effect of pushing it up. "The food is good, so yes. Aside from that, I was having a pretty good time. I don't get to enjoy parties much. I got used to being on my own all the time and it's a hard habit to break."
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"I've heard some interesting rumors about you, Usa. About what exactly you've got under that dress." And rather than waiting for Usa to confirm or dispel them herself, Camilla took a very hands-on approach. She turned to face Usa, one hand angling her face for a kiss-and the other sliding down her dress towards her crotch.
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"You should know better than to listen to rumors. Sometimes they're true." She would have been more than happy to banter back and forth a little, but the sheer audacity and boldness Camilla demonstrated amused her and surprised her. It definitely put a dent in her earlier fowl mood. Indeed, Camilla would find a cock hidden behind a pair of simple cotton panties. Usa, shaking off the surprise factor, gladly accepted the kiss, tilting her head, parting her lips, and then rolling her hips forward against Camilla's presumptuous hand.