Abbie makes several new friends

"I'm going to state the obvious," the Latino man said. He looked around at the others, and then focused his eyes on Abbie, smiling at her. "Our friends Benjamin Paul Hodges and Carter Joseph Manning -- they're known to make the most of a vacation."

"Diego ... My middle name isn't Joseph," Carter mumbled, chuckling and glancing at Ben. "What are you --?"

Diego shrugged at him. "Regardless, there's an imbalance here. We've got a naked Carter and a naked Ben, neither of which interest me -- and a naked Venus, which definitely interests me." He took a step toward Abbie and extended his hand. "What's your name, darling?"

Abbie gently took Diego's hand. The effortlessness of her nudity was exciting to everyone, including Abbie. She batted her eyes. "I'm Abbie."

"And I am Diego," he said, kissing her hand. "I know that kissing a woman's hand like that is trite and cliché, but if this unusual soiree ended right now, I'd like to at least say I got to kiss the naked girl."

Abbie giggled. "Sounds fair enough." She took a few steps around the arc of men, and took in the next in line, the Indian man who had done most of the talking initially. "And you?"

"This," said a voice behind her, "is Tuk." It was Ben, who grinned at Abbie as she turned to look at him. He took a few steps closer to her, seemingly as unconcerned as she was about their nudity. His cock, still hard, bumped against her ass, which neither of them minded nor acknowledged. He put one hand on her hip, the other on her opposite shoulder, as if it was his role to present her to Tuk (or anyone else), but perhaps also to suggest that she was his, and that the other men would need his approval.

Tuk stood tall, or at least, as tall as he could at all of about 5'7". He was thin, fit, and friendly, but his energy suggested a nervousness that was nearly the opposite of Ben's calm demeaner. "That's 'Tuk' as in I ain't never gonna 'took' my eyes off you, gorgeous." As soon as he'd said it, he regretted it. Abbie giggled, and a few of the other guys scoffed and looked away. Tuk turned red with embarrassment. "What?" he said defensively. He looked around, then relaxed his body a bit, sighing. "Yeah, it sounded better in my head."

"It's okay," Abbie said, still laughing. "It was weird, but it was sweet."

Ben slid his hands around Abbie's body, touching her stomach and running his palms up to cup her breasts. In response, Abbie placed one of her own hands on top of Ben's, holding him there, confirming that this was not only acceptable, but desired. She wriggled her hips a bit, rubbing her body against Ben as he caressed her.

"Mm, Ben ... you're distracting me from meeting your friends."

"Maybe I don't want you to meet my friends," he countered.

"Then why did you text us?" A deep voice rumbled from the opposite direction. Abbie turned back outward to the others, and saw the tall Black man who had been next to Tuk in the doorway. He smiled at Abbie. "Hi honey. I'm Cory. And I'm honored to meet you."

Abbie blushed. Between Cory's good looks and deep voice, she was noticeably excited. She rose up on her tiptoes in an effort to meet Cory's height. As she moved, Ben let his hands slide back toward her ass, neither obstructing her efforts to get closer to Cory nor releasing her completely. Abbie placed one of her hands on Cory's chest, softly rubbing the silk of his shirt, and enjoying the firmness of his chest.

"Yeah, Ben," Abbie said softly, not taking her eyes off Cory. "Why did you text them?"

"Well," Ben stammered, trying to regain Abbie's attention. "Maybe it was before the party got as wild as it did?"

"Before you were naked, you mean," Abbie said calmly, still looking at Cory. "But I'm glad you texted. These other boys seem fun."

"You're glad?" Cory asked.

"Mm-hm." Abbie nodded. She let one hand trail along Cory's body as she took a step to her right and brought herself face to face with the next man in the group. As she moved away from Cory, she felt Ben get more physical with her again, almost steering her along the perimeter of the room. She wondered whether he felt a rivalry with Cory, or whether he just wanted to be touching her. She smiled as she realized that either version would be a delight.

Ben squeezed Abbie shoulders as he pointed her toward his next friend. "This is Khalid. Software engineer. Wine connoisseur. Self-made millionaire."

Khalid blinked slowly. Thick-rimmed glasses adorned his chocolate-brown skin and deep-set brown eyes of the exact same color. He blinked slowly and smiled. Abbie could see dimples forming on his cheeks despite a thin beard, and she thought he looked quite different smiling than not.

"Khalid," she said, repeating his name quietly. Again, she stepped away from Ben, and as his hands slipped back along her body, she wondered whether Ben felt like he was somehow missing out on her because she was giving more attention to the others. "I have three questions for you."

Khalid raised one eyebrow, bemused. "Three questions?" His accent was quite mild, and sounded more British than anything else, though Abbie couldn't identify where he might be from.

"Yes." Abbie smiled and cocked her head to the side. "First, what kind of software?" She kept looking at him, her eyes locked on his. "Second, what's your favorite wine?" She took one more step toward him, standing only a couple feet away. "And third, after you made your first million, what was the first thing you bought?"

Khalid looked down at the floor, and then back up to Abbie. "My latest software project is something of an AI system that suggests electrical and plumbing grids for corporate parks." He reached his hands out and placed them on Abbie's shoulders, and noticed the light hairs on her arms standing on end as he touched her. "One of my favorite wines is Barolo. It's a rich red, takes years to develop. There's a Barolo from about fifteen years ago that's coming along beautifully."

He slid his hands up Abbie's shoulders, along her neck, and softly drew her closer to him. She relaxed her head back against his hands, and looked up at him as he spoke.

"And the day I made my first million, I took my team out for a victory dinner. We had some incredible ribeyes, a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle's 23 Year, and some Cohiba Behike cigars to celebrate."

Abbie remained melted in Khalid's hands. "Mm, cigars, huh? You like to smoke cigars?"

Khalid nodded. "You like that? You know what a Behike smells like?"

Abbie smiled. "I've actually had one myself." She wasn't lying -- she'd actually tried that very kind of cigar a year earlier at a public relations event she hosted. She didn't enjoy smoking it herself, but fortunately, it looked like Khalid wasn't about to challenge her to repeat the experience.

"Nice," he replied simply.

"And that bourbon, Pappy 23. I'm impressed."

"It was worth it." As Khalid spoke, he moved his hands again, this time back around Abbie's neck to the front of her chest. He casually slid his palms downward, touching her breasts openly, and with neither hesitation nor any perceived need to ask first.

Abbie smiled as she glanced down at her own body to watch Khalid grope her, then lifted her eyes again to look at Khalid. "Sounds divine."

Khalid gave her body a light squeeze, and nodded. "Divine indeed."

Abbie felt Ben's hand on her hip, and turned her head toward him. He pulled slightly, as if trying to usher her away from Khalid, whose hands gently slid off Abbie's body. She whimpered slightly as he let go of her, obviously enjoying his touch, and mildly disappointed to step away.

"It wouldn't be fair to ignore my boy Henry here," said Ben. "I mean, even if Khalid's fingers are magic, I'm sure you want to meet everyone, don't you?"

Abbie's eyes darted around -- first toward Khalid, who playfully wiggled his fingers at her, giving Abbie a quick flash of a fantasy of what else his fingers might do to her. She looked at Ben with another grin, nodding at him. And finally, she turned toward the last man in the room she hadn't met. He had light brown hair, a freckled face, a thin and wiry build, and even as he stood upright, seemed to be all angles -- his head cocked to one side, his hip thrust out, his feet splayed. Abbie was intrigued by his quirky presence, and immediately smiled at him, finding a surprise joy in what she didn't yet know.

Henry was shy, at least, relative to the other men. Ben and Carter had been very forward with Abbie, ever since first inviting her up to their room. Tuk was extremely outgoing, if a little manic. Cory was laid back, but had great charisma and was obviously enticed by Abbie. And Khalid got physical almost immediately. But Henry was pensive, looking at Abbie, sizing her up, as if he was equally unsure what she might be all about.

"Where'd you come from?" Henry asked. His voice was soft, soothing.

Abbie stepped toward him, smirking. "The lobby. Where did you come from?"

Henry chuckled. "The hallway."

Ben patted Abbie on the ass. "Henry's a fashion designer. You remember what what's-her-name wore at the Oscars last year, that long black dress ..."

"... with the feathers and the matching headpiece?" Abbie asked, finishing Ben's thought. She turned back to Henry. "You made that?" She couldn't help but smile in awe of his brilliance as Henry nodded to acknowledge her. "Wow, that was amazing. I'd kill to wear something like that."

"Do you model?" Henry asked. He was focused almost entirely on her face, as if she weren't even naked.

Abbie blushed and glanced downward. "I work in public relations."

"You could model," Henry commented. "You have a great look. A natural beauty and sensuality. And you're obviously comfortable with your body."

"Yes, I suppose I am." She remained focused on Henry, whose charm was hypnotic to Abbie. She took another step closer to him.

With a slow and steady glance up and down her figure, Henry continued. "You also seem to like being on display." He grinned at her, his eyes twinkling.

Abbie looked around the room. Ben stood nearby, still naked, still erect. Carter was on the couch behind her, and had put a pillow over his midsection, so while he hadn't dressed, he was less brazenly open about himself than Ben. And then there was Tuk ... Diego ... Cory ... Khalid ... and now Henry, all watching her.

"Well," she said softly. "I get the impression you all like what you see." Her eyes lowered, as she quickly took inventory of what she could discern about the men below their waists. "Some of you more than others, perhaps?" She winked at Tuk, as she was able to clearly see a bulge forming through his pants. Then she looked up at Cory and stepped toward him. "And you, I can't tell if it's just because you're tall."

Cory smiled back and pulled on his pants, adjusting himself. "It's ... not ... just because I'm tall."

Abbie giggled. "Good."

"And what about you, Abbie," Henry said, drawing her attention back to him. "Do you like what you see?"