Abbie gets lost in thought

As she knelt amongst the four men, Abbie couldn't help but marvel at the reality of the evening. An hour or so ago, none of this was even in her imagination. And now, four naked men surrounded her, and the whole group of them seemed to be having an absolutely amazing time together. Why don't people do things like this all the time? she wondered. It's so fun!

Without any organization or specific intent, she easily moved from one man to another, sometimes licking and sucking slowly, sometimes stuffing her mouth full and bouncing up and down forcefully. Her hands were on their legs, their balls, usually at least one other cock (than the one she was blowing).

The thing that was most arousing to Abbie was the combination of complete vulnerability and a fully consensual absence of boundaries. Not only was Abbie passively okay with the men touching and groping her (not to mention putting their dicks in her mouth), but she wanted it. And she wanted them to want to do it. She knew she was pleasing them, she knew that they were hot for her -- that was obvious. But she was hot too, hot for them to touch her, to use her. It turned her on knowing that she made a difference in their life, even if just for one evening, one moment.

The room began to move in slow motion for her. She watched herself trade off among the men, sliding one spit-covered cock out of her mouth, pressing her mouth against another, and another. Sound began to wash in and out, and although she certainly didn't lose consciousness, she felt a little like she was disconnecting from her body. And while it felt interesting and unusual to her, she didn't like it. She wanted the experience of being with each of these men. She wanted to feel energized by her interactions with them. And sure, it all felt amazing, it all kept her excited and tingly ... but something ... something was ... something was ... off ...

Wait, Jake ...

Abbie felt someone slip their dick into her mouth, and she instinctively softened her tongue around it, pursed her lips over the tip, created gentle pressure with her cheeks ... But her eyes were closed, and her actions were passive.

No, I'm not scared, I'm not nervous, I'm just --

Her mind replayed a stuck scene, like a skipping record, but a picture, like a glitched VHS tape that was only about half clear, the other half scratchy and staticky. Everything was gray, metal, cold, a few lights, some dulled sounds. A bell.

You're going upstairs? And I -- but Jake ... wait for me.

One man pulled out of her mouth and another replaced him. She knew which was which from the thicknesses and lengths of their cocks, but she didn't bother to think of their names or even their faces.

Will you wait for me?

Amidst the gray imagery and blurred view in her mind, a figure nearly came into focus, someone several paces ahead of her, someone she knew, someone she was reaching for, someone who ... turned back to look at her.

I don't want to lose you.

The vision slowly grew clearer, but not quite enough. She reached for him -- physically, to touch him; emotionally, to secure him.

Wait for me? I'll be --

With a cold rush, Abbie became aware of the room again. Through her entire body, it felt like the pins and needles when a foot falls asleep -- and then the moment at which the numbness subsides and feeling returns, and Abbie felt that flow through her entire body in an instant.

She couldn't recall what she had been thinking about moments earlier. Her eyes fluttered open just as someone pulled out of her mouth -- it was Ben, and then she turned to face Cory, and kissed the length of his penis all the way to his thighs, his hip, and then back along his dick again before sucking it.

Why can I hear a bell? she wondered to herself. And a split second later, her mind flashed to images of Jake. Jake, she thought. God, what would he say about all this? Not to mention, what's he doing right now anyway? Is he with Michelle? Is she gone, and he's at the bar? Or is he asleep? Abbie chuckled to herself, realizing that she had no idea what he looked like asleep. All the times they'd 'slept' together, and it had never involved sleep.

Cory stepped back, and Carter took his place. Abbie didn't react, really, just accepted the change in personnel, and put a minimum of her attention on Carter. The rest of her focus was back in her mind, trying to replay the sound she thought she heard.

That knock on the door ... it turned out to be two of these guys, but what if it had been Jake? Her mind had wandered again. She could smell him, or she thought she could. Would he like this? Would he join us? Would he ... wish I was with him instead?

Abbie knew full well that most people couldn't sustain any kind of meaningful individual relationship with someone and maintain a lifestyle that included nights like this. A relationship, she thought. No, that's not the right word for us ...

It was Ben again pushing his thick penis into her mouth. She liked the taste and feel of him, and her thoughts of Jake became blurry and fleeting as her mind zeroed in on Ben. She cleared her mind and went down on Ben's cock with more vigor, bouncing her head up and down, taking him deep into her mouth, feeling the tip of his dick against the roof of her mouth. She sucked hard on the tip, on the shaft, and without clocking the time, stayed with him much longer than any of the others.

Mm ... she thought, perhaps half out loud. Reminds me of Jake.