As soon as Jess stepped into the living room of her friend's house for the party, she knew she was out of place. The loud music, the hazy atmosphere, and the sight of everyone huddled up in corners ratcheted up her anxiety. She was an outsider, a traitor, a goody-two-shoes.
Jess tried to blend in but failed miserably. She was a wallflower, and she knew it. But as she glanced around the room, her attention was drawn to a couple in the corner. They were going at it, oblivious to everyone else around them.
The man was tall with piercing green eyes and dirty blonde hair that gave him a devilish look. The girl was short and curvy, her hair a dark maroon color in contrast to the man's blonde. Jess couldn't look away from the scene, and the more she watched, the more she felt a strange stirring in her loins.
The couple looked up and caught her staring, and Jess could feel the heat rising in her face. "Sorry," she mumbled, and turned to leave, but the man caught her by the arm. "Don't go," he said with a devilish grin. "Join us."