Michelle continues feeling up Abbie

Michelle looked down at her dress on the floor, and then returned her focus to Abbie. "That happened awfully fast, didn't it?"

Abbie nodded. "I suppose so." She cocked her head to the side to gesture vaguely toward Jake. "His fault, probably," she added with a smirk.

"Probably," agreed Jake. He continued to gently stroke Michelle's exposed skin -- her shoulders, her back, and the sides of her legs. While Michelle seemed more focused on Abbie than on him, Jake decided to hold back on getting her underwear off. He also figured he might still need a bit more time to bounce back from the antics at the bar anyway.

"Kind of unfair balance here," Michelle said, fingering the material of Abbie's dress. "My dress is off. Yours is still on."

"True," agreed Abbie. "But I'm not wearing any panties, and you are."

Michelle smiled. She casually dropped a hand down to touch her underwear, fingering the satin front, and then running her fingers inside the waistband. "Still, you've left me feeling quite ****, you know." Michelle's tone was overtly seductive. Clearly she had no feelings of vulnerability, she was just creating a narrative.

"Have I?" said Abbie.

"Mm-hm," replied Michelle. She brought her hands back up to the top of Abbie's dress. She touched the bunched material at her shoulders, then moved her hands inward, putting her fingertips just beneath Abbie's collarbone.

Abbie swallowed, but maintained her focus on Michelle. "That feels ... very nice."

Michelle slowly and delicately scraped the edges of her fingers against Abbie's skin. At the same time, Jake was performing a nearly identical motion along Michelle's thighs. Michelle grinned. "Now that you've seen what's under my dress, can I see what's under yours?"

Jake, still behind Michelle, murmured, "Mm, good question."

Abbie exhaled slowly with a slight giggle as Michelle touched more of her chest with her fingertips. "Mm, yes ... yes, of course you can."

Michelle's hands moved down, her fingertips just edging beneath the material of Abbie's dress. As she moved lower, Michelle smiled, realizing that she was essentially holding Abbie's breasts in her hands. Abbie took a deep breath and leaned toward Michelle, almost as if to invite her to take a firmer hold of her body -- which Michelle did.

"Ah, no bra," Michelle commented

"No, no bra," said Jake, remembering that going braless had been his idea initially.

"No bra, no panties." Michelle shook her head. "Damn, woman, your body is out of this world."

Abbie blushed. "Stop, you haven't even seen me."

Michelle raised an eyebrow. "I've groped your ass. I've got your tits in my hands. Your body is amazing." She gave Abbie's boobs a squeeze. "But if you insist, then I'm afraid I have to ask -- can I see you without the dress now?"

Abbie wiggled against Michelle's hands, giddy, eager to take things a step further. "Just push those bits off my shoulders ..." she said quietly. "If you'd like to, that is," she added.

Michelle didn't need another invitation. She moved her hands away from Abbie's tits just enough to nudge the material of the dress off Abbie's shoulders. The dress, in its loose and flowing material, billowed down to the floor.

Jake inhaled sharply as Abbie's nude body came into view.

"Fuck," said Michelle in awe. "I mean ... fuck! You're unreal."

Jake grinned. "She is, isn't she." He made eye contact with Abbie, but continued speaking to Michelle. "Go on. Touch her."

Michelle tilted her head slightly. "May I?" she asked.

"Mm-hm," said Abbie. Her slow, deep breaths made her rib cage rise and fall, drawing attention to her breasts.

Michelle brought her hands up to one of Abbie's breasts, cupping it, feeling its weight and firmness. She leaned down and lightly kissed Abbie's nipple. Michelle extended her tongue, and circled around the circumference of Abbie's areola, then swirled inward to the center. As she did, she felt Abbie's skin tightening, her nipple hardening under her tongue. She pursed her lips around it, and gently sucked on Abbie's nipple before shifting to a light and playful bite. She moved to the other breast, and repeated the same sequence. Hold, caress, kiss, lick, suck, bite.

Abbie lunged back toward Michelle, putting a hand behind her. Michelle stood upright, and the two women once again commenced kissing each other. Soon, their hands were on each others necks and cheeks, holding one another's face as they kissed. Michelle moved one hand down Abbie's body, and ran her finger between Abbie's legs.

"Girl, you're fucking wet," said Michelle, feeling the heat of Abbie's vagina against her hand.

Abbie nodded. "I know. I ..." She trailed off as Michelle began to gently finger her.

"You ... what?" said Michelle, taking charge of the dialogue. "You need to get fucked?"

Again, Abbie nodded. "Yes, I need to get fucked."

"We should probably try to make that happen," said Michelle. Turning slightly to Jake, she continued. "Wouldn't you agree?"