A former classmate

You look at the woman's face and you recognize her. Her name is Kelly Nguyen and you had both graduated journalism school together. You were both friendly but never close or even friends. In college, she usually dressed conservatively and while you thought she was very cute, it never seemed like she was interested in anything else except for studying. Now that the petite asian woman with long dark hair is standing naked in front of you, you look at her in a different way than before. Her body is slim and tight with not a strand of hair visible below her neck and while her breasts are small, they look enticing.

"John?" Kelly repeats your name and you realize you had been staring instead of answering her.

"Yes! Kelly! It's been a while!" you say, instinctively opening your arms for a hug with someone you haven't seen in a while and she does too, until you both remember than you're both naked and neither of you makes the approach to hug the other, so eventually you put your arms down by your sides. "Uh, what are you doing here??" you ask. You haven't kept in touch since graduation but you assume she's some big shot journalist now.

"Well, other graduation I just couldn't get a job at any newspaper, so I started my own investigative blog," Kelly explains, standing closer to you to make sure you can heard her over the sounds of debauchery all around. Slowly it seems like most people are getting back into the mood, ignoring the fact that the once private affair is now very public, while a few head for the exits. "I've been doing some interesting articles on corruption and poverty and stuff, and then someone told me about this party and I thought I would check it out and write about it... what about you? Are you... a participant?" she asks. She starts to lower her gaze to look down at your crotch, but she stops herself and keeps her attention on your face.