At the office where I work, there was a lot of discussion revolving around various parties. The buzz was all about who was going where and for some, w...th whom they were going. I hadn’t made any plans myself. Until Liz, my boss’s assistant, mentioned she was going to a masquerade ball. You see, I guess I’m one of those girls they say is in the closet. I don’t consider myself lesbian. I don’t find most women attractive. Not sexually, anyway. But Liz, she was one of those rare few that sparked. She had undone her button and her zip. I began slowly stroking her from outside of her thong. She reached her arm over to my crotch. She undid my button and zip and began stroking me from outside my boxers. I slipped my hand inside her nickers and felt her pussy lips. I could feel the damp already. She pulled my hard cock out through the flap on my boxers and began slowly wanking me. I endulged further, spreading her lips apart and rubbing her absolutely soaking wet pussy. . I looked at her and noticed she was braless, and her small breasts heaved as she breathed. Her dark skin shone like polished amber, and I could see her nipples were long, and very hard.'What's your name', I asked her softly, 'Abrihet', she replied, 'How beautiful', I complimented, 'what does it mean', I continued inquisitively, 'Bringer of light', she replied, barely audible, her shyness made her more attractive, if that were possible, as she looked model material from the moment I saw her, I. Several songs later, she sent him for another drink. An hour later, he was at the edge of the party deck at the rear of the frat house, struggling to behave in an appropriate way, not quite certain what was appropriate at that moment.He asked if she wanted a hit, she nodded & they stepped outside in the night air. When he lit the thin joint of primo hydroponic weed, she inhaled almost half in her first puff. He smoked it to the roach after it passed between them a few times each, when she asked.