Abbie takes off her shoes

Abbie was amused that, for a moment, she felt partially responsible for Michelle. There was absolutely nothing about the evening that was any more Abbie's creation than Michelle's, but she definitely wanted to be sure that everyone was on the same page. No one wants a party where someone feels left out. Abbie was having the time of her life between Stefan and Tyler, and she felt much better when she saw that Michelle and Dominic seemed to be in a similar place.

She also couldn't quite believe how the evening had progressed. Just an hour or so ago, she was having dinner with Jake, the two of them flirting, teasing one another -- she even gave him her panties at the table. And now, he was asleep in the room, and she was cavorting with a crew of new friends.

While some people would look at a situation like that (whether or not it was about themselves) and question how she could be so invested in her time with Jake and then turn the page completely to different adventures, Abbie didn't think that way. She lived in the moment and for the moment. She longed for connection. She hungered for new experiences, new ways to see people and the world around her. If an opportunity for adventure presented itself, sexual or otherwise, Abbie was always all in. And if people don't understand it, then they don't understand me, she thought. And that's fine. I don't have to prove myself to anyone.

In this particular room on this particular night, Abbie certainly felt no need to prove herself to Stefan and Tyler. They had no context, nor did they need any. What they had instead was a stunningly gorgeous redhead, tits on display, making out with both of them, with all signs suggesting that things were going only get hotter.

Abbie lifted her hands from the men's crotches and pushed them on the chest to give her some space. The kissing stopped for a moment, as did most of the groping and touching.

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling like things have gotten casual, and I'm overdressed." Abbie giggled as she talked. She was barely dressed at all. At this point, her dress itself was bunched around her waist, her top half complete bare. With her panties somewhere in Jake's pocket (wherever he was, probably their room many floors above), the only other clothes Abbie claimed as her own were her shoes.

She bent forward, reaching first for her right shoe. She slipped it off easily enough, and then turned to see Stefan watching her intently. Half-naked as she was, he was eyeballing the side view of her breasts, which softly swayed as she moved. Her breasts were firm and full, though only about a B cup. As she bent forward, they hung just a little, but because her body was taut and tight, they essentially retailed their shape as she leaned forward.

"You just had your hands all over me, Stefan," she said.

"Yup," he replied. "But it's still worth watching."

Abbie smirked as she reached across her body for her left shoe. Easily removing it, she pushed both shoes aside, and sat up again, this time facing Tyler. He was also enamored with her nudity, and adjusted his pants as she sat back up again.

"Getting tight in there?" Abbie asked, teasing him. She put her hands on her breasts and squeezed herself a little.

"A little," Tyler answered. "I might have to, um, breathe a little. You okay with that?"

Abbie bit her lip and pinched her nipples as she looked at him. "Mm-hm, I'm okay with that."

The three of them took a moment to shift positions on the couch slightly. Stefan angled himself toward Abbie a bit, tucking his left leg under him, his right dangling to the floor. Tyler opened the top of his jeans, and pushed them down enough to expose his underwear. Abbie could see his stiff cock straining against the cotton, and she figured it was only a matter of minutes before she'd have her hands on him.

Now barefoot, Abbie bounced up onto the couch with her back toward Stefan and her feet up on the cushions toward Tyler. She rested her toes on his leg and looked at him expectantly.

"I'm just trying to get myself comfortable," Tyler said. "But you need attention too?" He grinned at her, hoping that she'd say yes.

"I do. I'm needy that way." Abbie pushed her feet further onto Tyler's leg, the tips of her toes now within inches of his dick.

Stefan put his hands on Abbie's shoulders from behind her, and slowly lowered her against him. Her head rested on his chest, angled enough that she could still see Tyler. Stefan put his hands around her body, first freely touching and rubbing her breasts, then moving around her upper body to explore her sides and stomach as well.

Abbie, blissfully enjoying the male attention, pushed her feet more into Tyler. He angled himself toward her as well, almost a mirror image of Stefan, giving Abbie more space for her legs. Initially, she pressed the soles of her feet against Tyler's chest. He put his hands on her, delicately touching her feet, rubbing the sides, running his hands up to her ankle and lower calf. He alternated from one to the other, enjoying the feeling of her feet against his body as much as he enjoyed fondling her legs.

While still attending to Abbie's feet with one hand, Tyler extended the other down toward his pants. He lifted his hips off the couch for a second or two, long enough to push his underwear down and release his dick from within. Abbie didn't see this happen, as she was leaning further back and looking up at Stefan. However, the shift in movement from Tyler caught her attention enough that she sat up again to try to identify what had happened. Tyler smirked, and then holding her by the ankles, lowered Abbie's feet down to his crotch.

As her toes made contact with his dick, Abbie smiled. "Oh, I see what you've been up to," she said. She wiggled her feet against him, trying her best to rub her toes along the length of his shaft. As she tickled him, he ran his palms up and down her leg.

In this position, Abbie was essentially sitting on her butt, he upper body resting back again Stefan, and her legs bent at the knee, feet in Tyler's crotch. While the top half of her dress had fallen down off her shoulders, the bottom half was now riding up along her thighs. As she worked her toes on Tyler, the dress crept further and further up her thighs until basically the entire dress was little more than a waistband around her hips.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman and not stare," said Tyler.

"A gentleman?" Abbie said with a giggle.

"Well, yes," agreed Tyler, attempting to maintain decorum. "Except I can't help but notice that your dress appears to be betraying you."

Abbie glanced down and realize that he must be able to see between her legs. Once she noticed that, she brought her gaze back to Tyler, and then slowly and steadily spread her legs apart, making sure he was watching the entire time.

"Silly dress," Abbie said. "Never can trust it."

"You're, uh ..." Tyler took a deep breath. "You're not, uh ... you're kind of exposed down there."

Abbie nodded.

"And you're ... not wearing any ... well, you probably know that. You know you're not wearing any panties, don't you."

Abbie nodded again. Watching Tyler watch the full show of her pussy excited Abbie, so she gently reached down between her legs and stretched her fingers out to touch herself. Tyler leaned forward, and as he rubbed his fingers up her leg, he slid up more, touching her knee, her inner thigh, and getting all the way up to where her own fingers were working.

His hand came into contact with hers, and for a moment, he wondered if she'd push him away, if perhaps going as far as touching her pussy was for her fingers only. But then she slid her hand to the side, making space, saying nothing, and offering no indication that Tyler was in the wrong. Accepting the invitation, Tyler pressed his thumb against the outside of her pussy, then worked his fingers across, pulling at her lips. She was wet everywhere, and Tyler's thin fingers slipped easily into her slit. He pulled out again, then back in, gently finger-fucking her.

Abbie closed her eyes and fell back against Stefan, her body writhing with ecstasy. Stefan hand his big hands all over her torso, groping her breasts, and rubbing her soft skin with his firm and rough palms. Abbie turned her upper body slightly so that her face was against his leg. She brought one hand up to his lap, and felt around for the middle of his shorts, gripping the outline of his cock. Whether she just remembered it differently or whether it grew in the past ten minutes, Abbie didn't know, only that it was definitely bigger in her hand than it was before.