She was at the party last weekend. Dark hair, beautiful red lips, and white skin. Her thighs were smooth as silk. She was looking at me with deep penetrating eyes. We talked politics, religion, and sex. We toyed with our drinks as we watched the people at the party. Everyone was in their own circle of friends. We were outside looking in. We made up stories of the people that were there. That couple, angry, waiting for someone to start a fight. That blond, she is really a guy. The dark skinned male in the corner is lost. We met up in a bathroom that was downstairs. We made love on the vanity. Wow, mind blowing. We went back to the party and waited for it to wind down. We met again in the bathroom and went for round two. We exchanged our emails. We went our separate ways.