Abbie cleans herself up as the party winds down

Abbie stretched languidly as she surveyed the room. For a moment, she felt a little bit alone. The men with whom she had just been so tightly intertwined all seemed otherwise preoccupied. Abbie knew that some men's sexual energy diminished rapidly after they climaxed. The trope of a guy getting off and almost instantly falling asleep was practically coming true in front of her. She wasn't put out by it, but she did feel a sense of disconnect as she was still high from the fun they had all had, while the vibe of the rest of the group had diminished rapidly.

As she turned and looked over the room, she saw two of the boys smoking by the window. Three more were at the bar. They were all at least partially dressed, most wearing pants again. In a way, the room looked like a frat party, but the kind where it's just the fraternity guys and there's no actual party. She chuckled to herself as she considered the almost instant shift in energy from what had been going on only minutes earlier to what was going on now.

She looked at Ben, lost in something of a daze, not quite detached from their orgy, but not quite connected to her. She heard a noise behind her, and turned to see Cory emerging from the bathroom, holding a towel.

"Here." He approached her slowly, and held out the towel. Abbie moved toward him, took it, and smiled at him. "One end is damp, the other is dry."

Abbie used the wet end to wipe her face and body, looking to collect the last bits of whatever she hadn't already found. She stood up, cleaned as much as she could, dried as much as felt wet, and glanced around again.

In the minutes that she was cleaning herself up, Ben and Cory had also found their own clothes. Suddenly, she was the only one naked, and the energy she felt in the room made her wonder if she was the only one who had just had an amazing night of orgiastic sexual play.

"Trade?" Cory held her dress out to her, and took the towel back in return.

She stepped into her dress and pulled the straps over her shoulders. Two minutes earlier, she was coated in a combination of sweat and come, her body sizzling from the electricity of the orgy. The wet towel had done more than wipe up the sticky remains of her sexual activities, it had cooled the entire evening. As she felt her dress make contact with her skin, she felt cold -- still a little damp, but now just from the water and the towel, no longer from heat, sweat, and sex.