Alex didn't go to parties. It was as much a fact of life as the sky being blue or water being wet. She didn't like parties. She didn't like the noise, the crowds, the sense-addling fugue of alcohol... However, the general opinion of her peers was that she hated fun...not that she cared, per se, what people thought of her.

At least, not what most people thought. This was different, though. This was sexual politics. And, frustrating as it was, she had to play the game.

Which is why, when she saw James stroll through the door, she felt her stomach plummet. She immediately scanned the crowd of amassed party-goers in search of someone – anyone – with which to masquerade.

Then, her eyes landed on a brunette in a tight red dress that barely seemed long enough to cover her ass (or high enough to cover her breasts). She was breathtaking and Alex couldn't pretend that she wasn't exactly the kind of woman that had lead to this situation in the first place...

For a moment, she glanced back to James, knowing she could only expect a few moments more before he noticed her presence and awkwardness would ensue. So, she threw caution to the wind and accosted the stranger. "I need a favour..." she said in a hushed tone.

The stranger raised her brow. "Umm...okay?" She laughed a little, intrigued, if a bit suspicious.

"Make out with me?"

"What?"

Then, rather than discuss, she surged forward to kiss her.

The stranger whimpered at the sudden contact, but protested no further. Instead, she wound a hand in Alex's hair and slipped a hand along her hip and beneath the back of her shirt.

While Alex expected to feel lips rigid and unwelcoming beneath her own, she was rather surprised to find the kiss warm and even aggressive. She gasped, wrapped an arm around the other woman's neck (because she didn't know what else to do with her hands).

Then, before she could react, the other woman slipped her tongue into her mouth and Alex squeaked in surprise.

"Too much?" the other woman asked, pulling back to offer her a smirk.

Alex didn't respond. Instead, she dove back in for another kiss. From somewhere nearby, someone whistled. Then, came the slamming of the door, which Alex took to mean her point had been made. Blushing furiously, she took a stutter step backwards, unable to make eye contact with the woman she had moments ago been playing tonsil hockey with.

The woman laughed at Alex's sudden shyness. "I'm Emily, by the way," she introduced herself. "Do you have a name? Or maybe a reason for the urgent make out session?"

"Alex," she mumbled, still staring at the floor. "Alex Miller."

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, Alex Miller," Emily husked, raking her eyes over Alex's body.

"I'm sorry," she insisted, "For, umm, for kissing you like that... It's just... Well, I..."

With a knowing smirk, Emily finished the sentence for her, "Needed to make someone jealous?"

Blushing (if possible) even more furiously, Alex asked, "How did you know?"

She shrugged with a mysterious grin. "Well, the infuriated asshole storming out of here was kind of a giveaway."

"Right..." she said on a sigh, "Him..."

"Feel like sharing why his panties are in a wad and why I was so essential in getting them there?" Emily asked.

Alex huffed, rather forlornly. "I suppose I owe you that much."

Emily hummed, intrigued. "This sounds like we'll need a drink first."

"Hear hear." She followed Emily over to the makeshift bar, accepting a Solo cup of jungle juice and sipping it trepidatiously.

"So, the infuriated asshole?"

She sighed. "Right. Well, he's kind of my fiancé."

Emily's brows shot up her forehead. "What!?"

"Well, ex-fiancé. I gave the ring back a month ago."

Emily was clearly intrigued. "Can I ask why?"

Alex settled heavily into a nearby beanbag chair. "It's kind of a long story and I'm sure there's plenty of more fun things you could be doing tonight."

"Are you kidding? Spill the tea!" Emily urged.

"What?"

Emily laughed, shook her head. "I want to hear," she insisted.

"I met James when I was twelve; he was my neighbour and a year older than me. I was never attracted to him – in all honesty, I knew I was attracted to women since the second grade – but he somehow convinced me to give him a chance. And, well, one thing lead to another and before I knew it, we were engaged." She paused, chewed her lip nervously. "I couldn't do it, though, I couldn't go through with it because I knew I wasn't happy with him. It wasn't fair to either of us. So, I told him I couldn't marry him because I'm gay. Let's just say, he didn't believe me."

Emily nodded knowingly. "So, this was proving your point?"

Alex shrugged, nodded.

"Well, why didn't you just introduce him to your girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" she scoffed. "I don't have a girlfriend. You're actually kind of the first girl I've ever kissed..." she said, voice getting progressively smaller and meeker.

Emily's eyes went wide. "Bullshit." At Alex's confused expression, she said, "There's no way you've never kissed a woman – you're too good at it."

Alex laughed a little, thinking her joking.

Apparently, though, she was dead serious...judging by the way Emily very nearly launched herself at her. It was rather awkward in the beanbag chair, but she somehow managed to straddle Alex's lap as she kissed her with fervour. Her hand slipped under Alex's t-shirt in search of her breast.

Gasping sharply, Alex couldn't help but buck her hips as Emily's thumb grazed her nipple. "What... What are you..." she attempted to ask.

"Finding out what else you're naturally skilled at..." she husked against her lips, grinding against her.

"But... Shouldn't we..." she attempted to ask, but unable to quite get the words out. "Privacy?"

Emily laughed breathlessly. "I love the way you think." And with that, she stood, grabbed Alex's wrist and tugged her in the direction of the bedrooms. Feeling Alex's concerned stare, she explained, "It's my friend Derek's apartment and he owes me one..."

No sooner had she gotten the words out than they were closed off from the boisterous noise of the party and Emily had Alex backed against the door, kissing her hungrily.

Alex whimpered, moaned as Emily unzipped her jeans, brushing her clit through the fabric of her panties. "Emily, I..." she attempted to protest.

Emily wasn't interested in hearing it, though. "Fuck, Alex..." she rasped, "I want you..."

She was shy, embarrassed almost, by Emily's wanton desire for her. "I don't... I mean, I've never..."

Emily smirked, loving the idea of being Alex's first... She latched her lips on her throat, scraping her teeth along the tender skin while her fingers slipped past the waistband of her panties. She sought out Alex's clit, brushing it with the pad of her finger to make her whimper.

"Fuck! Emily..." she panted, mind very nearly abandoning her. "I want... I mean... I need..."

Emily laughed breathily. "Save your breath, Alex, you'll need it to scream my name." And with that, she slipped her fingers into Alex's soaked cunt.

Alex gasped sharply. She grasped at Emily's shoulders, digging her nails into her skin as she struggled to remain standing as Emily worked her fingers through her cunt, messily pumping them in and out.

"Have you ever cum before?" Emily asked her.

Alex said nothing, cheeks flushing bright red.

Emily just laughed. "I'm going to make you cum, Alex, and for the rest of your life, every time you cum, you'll remember me and wish it was me between your legs."