The music was muffled outside the locked room you and Vi had snuck into when the party started to get boring. Someone knocked on the door several times thinking it was the bathroom, then realized they were mistaken and left, which you and Vi barely paid attention to since she was too busy with her hand inside your panties.

Vi is sitting on the bed, her shirt is open halfway down her small breasts, stains of your red lipstick all over her chest down to her neck and chin, her hair is disheveled, her pants are open and the boxers she's wearing are showing just above her hips.

She runs her hand through her hair and smirks at you as she watches you remove your heels in one smooth motion. You walk up to her like a cat and she watches the whole thing like it's the best show she's ever seen in her life.

She lets a low curse escape her lips, her minty vodka breath tickling your chest as you move closer to sit on her lap. You watch the mess of lipstick marks you left on Vi.

Vi's fresh scent mixes with your fruity perfume and the smell of sex is in the whole room after she touched you, and you two barely started anything.

Damn, are you trying to kill me or what? Jesus, look at this pretty ass of yours. Vi says hoarsely and impatiently, her hands easily encircling your waist until she brings you closer so she can hold you in her lap.