Abbie shares a drink with Stefan

Abbie sat back on her heels to watch the two men at either end of Michelle, and then a sound caught her ear. She turned over her shoulder to see a silhouette of Stefan framed by the bathroom door. He was smoking a cigarette, standing in the doorway as if posing. His dick had softened a little, though was still semi-erect. It was dark, so Abbie couldn't quite tell, but it appeared as if he was looking her way. She rose up on her knees and squinted her eyes to peer at him, hoping to get a clearer sense of things.

"I'm gonna go get a beer. You want one?"

Abbie relaxed a bit, sitting back down. She leaned back a little, her hands limp at her sides. "Sure," she said with a shrug. It might be nice to just sit back and have a drink, she thought to herself. Or have a drink and then fuck some more, the internal monologue continued. She giggled at herself. Oh my god, beer and fuck, fuck and beer, just beer, just fuck ... so many options and I'm just so agreeable! She laughed out loud at herself, unsure why it seemed as funny as it did.

"What are you laughing at?" Stefan stood over her, amused.

She looked up, also amused, but for different reasons. Something about the sight of a naked Stefan, his dick swinging around half-hard, knowing that Michelle was getting spit-roasted two feet away, and she was somewhat delirious over what order she was going to drink and have more sex.

"This." Abbie waved her hands around, trying to encapsulate the room. "All of this."

Stefan nodded, though he didn't fully grasp the source of Abbie's delight. "There was only one beer left. So ... you want to share it?"

"Yeah, that's okay." She reached her hand out, took the bottle from Stefan, had a sip, and handed it back. "Still cold, that's nice."

"Yeah."

Without really waiting for a request or an invitation, Abbie idle ran her hands up the sides of Stefan's legs. She watched his dick twitch a bit as she touched him, and fairly assumed that he was still horny and up for more action. Still holding his thighs, Abbie adjusted her position on the floor to face Stefan better. She had her back to Michelle and the others, but enjoyed hearing them continued to fuck and switch positions. Michelle offered occasional narrative and commentary, most of which Abbie found quite entertaining.

She simply rubbed Stefan's legs, but didn't touch his penis. Even so, she saw it harden as she touched him, confirming her suspicions that she was turning him on. She licked her lips and looked up at Stefan.

Misunderstanding, he held out the beer. "Want another sip?"

Abbie blinked slowly. If he had said want to suck my dick, she'd have quickly taken it in her mouth. But the question took the moment elsewhere, so she held out her hand for the beer.

"Here," Stefan offered. He held the beer out of Abbie's reach and above her head, but began to tilt it over.

Abbie leaned her head back further and giggled. Now this is more like it, she thought, tickled by the idea of trying to catch the beer in her mouth. "I hope your aim is good."

Stefan shook his head. "It's not."

He tilted the bottle enough that beer began to trickle out, splashing on Abbie's lower lip and chin. Quickly, she moved her head, but not before her face (and then her chest and stomach) were dripping with beer. When it appeared that Abbie needed a moment, Stefan righted the bottle, and Abbie closed her lips together and carefully swallowed.

Abbie touched herself where the beer had hit her. "You got me all wet!" she said, though her tone was upbeat.

Stefan shrugged. "I did the best I could."

"Well, when you try again, try harder," Abbie playfully scolded him. She licked her lips and fingers, tasting the beer, and then put her hands back on Stefan.

"I will." Stefan smiled at her. When you try again, she had said. He considered the fact that she said 'when' and not 'if.' Maybe she likes this game? he wondered. He held the beer bottle up again, this time higher, and also closer to his own body, forcing Abbie to lean in tighter to him. Her face was only about an inch away from his penis as she tilted her head upward to watch him pour the beer.

As Stefan tipped the bottle over, the new trickle of liquid at first landed on Abbie's chest. She nudged forward and he re-aimed the bottle at the same time, with the beer now hitting the end of his dick and dribbling off the tip, more or less onto Abbie's face.

She laughed and smiled, both of which interfered with her ability to drink -- but she realized what was going on. Abbie smoothly slid forward, and tilted her head underneath the end of Stefan's cock, allowing the beer to splash over it and into her mouth.

"Don't spill," Stefan chided, leading her on.

Abbie slowly drew up closer and closer to Stefan. She extended her tongue, and gently rested it along the underside of his penis, settling into a position where she could lick him and theoretically catch beer in her mouth at the same time. Her eyes darted up to look at his face, and saw him smirk, confirming that this was his goal.

Stefan stopped pouring for a moment, and allowed Abbie an opportunity to lick off the beer that had landed on his dick. She did that, running her tongue up and down the sides, and then followed with a more thorough sucking of the end of it. She opened her lips wide, attempting to take as much of him into her mouth as possible, but focused less on deep throating, and more on sucking and at least pretending to clean up the splashes that had landed on them both.

Abbie freely used her tongue all along Stefan's lower body, his legs, his abdomen, and obviously, his penis. Part of what made the whole affair even more arousing to Stefan was that Abbie was so casual about it all, showing no real differentiation between licking his leg and licking his balls. She was just ... licking up the beer, wherever it had gone, and everything was fair play. As her tongue lapped across Stefan's cock, she slipped it into her mouth, sucked a little, and then moved along unceremoniously. The nonchalant attitude was appealing to him.

"You mind if I have a sip?" he said, looking down at her.

Abbie gazed back curiously, unsure what he meant. He held out his hands, and gently helped her up to her feet. He led her back to the couch, nudging her slightly to indicate that she should climb up. With a little guidance from Stefan, Abbie eventually wound up sitting on the sofa where she had been, but now with her legs dangling out in front of her, her body slouched down on the sofa. She watched Stefan closely, still looking to understand the next phase of the game.