there's a quick knock at the door

All three heads turned as they heard a knock at the door. It was a light knock, three quick raps, but nothing too aggressive.

"Oh crap," said Carter. "Do you think we're being too loud?"

Abbie slowly teased Carter's cock from her mouth before looking up at him. "My mouth was full, so it probably wasn't me." She giggled, and went back to softly sucking on him again.

"I bet it was Cory. Or Tuk." Ben spoke matter-of-factly.

Abbie turned to him when she heard his voice, and switched over to blowing Ben for a minute. She wondered idly who Cory and Tuk were (curious about the latter, whose name sounded exactly like the word 'took'), but found herself too interested in the feeling of Ben's hard dick against her tongue and lips to ask questions.

"Why?" Carter asked. Abbie switched her blowjob back to Carter again. She decided to make a little game for herself, and switch men when they took turns talking.

"I texted them," Ben replied (and Abbie turned back to him again).

"When?"

"On our way up here."

Abbie dramatized the swapping as the men exchanged such quick words. She always enjoyed being a little silly, especially during sex. It was fun to get all hot and exhausted, or maybe romantic and sweet, but sometimes it gave her a kick just to goof around.

"You did?" Carter seemed confused, though it was probably the juxtaposition of trying to share a blowjob at the same as trying to figure out why two other friends might be outside the door.

"Yeah, I --"

"Like in the elevator?"

"Yeah." Ben assumed that Abbie was just randomly moving back and forth, and only now realized what she was doing.

"Why the fuck would you ...?" Carter started the sentence with a wry chuckle, but lost his train of thought as Abbie slipped her mouth over his penis again.

"Wait a sec," Ben countered, as Abbie leaned back the other way to lick his shaft. "Are you just switching between us when we talk?"

Abbie nodded, then bobbed down to deeply suck Ben to the back of her throat.

"So if I just keep monologuing," Ben continued, "you'll just stay on me ...?"

"Mm-hm," Abbie agreed without removing her mouth from Ben's cock.

Ben smiled. "I can just keep talking about anything. Sports, food, girls, and she'll keep on sucking. That's a pretty sweet deal, if you ask me. You know I --"

There was another knock.

"The door?" Carter said. Abbie, appropriately, turned back toward Carter and took him in her mouth. "Oh, Christ," he muttered.

"See how tough it is to focus?" Ben's voice drew Abbie back over to him again.

"Honestly," Carter said (and Abbie switched), "it was better when neither of us was talking."

They were silent for a bit, with Abbie staying attentive to Carter. Enthusiastically, she licked up and down his shaft, sliding her tongue down his balls as well, tending to every part of him before plunging his whole cock back into her mouth.

Once more, they heard knocking at the door, this time a bit more insistent.

"I guess we could just ignore it," Carter said quietly.

Ben shrugged. "Or we could answer it." Abbie turned back to Ben, her tongue swirling around the tip of his dick. "Should we answer it, Abbie?"

Abbie, for whom yes-or-no questions had only one viable answer, popped Ben's dick out of her mouth and nodded cheerfully. "Yes, let's answer it!"

Ben laughed, and Carter joined in, if a little reluctantly. "Okay, Abbie," Ben said. "Go answer it."

She looked up at him, her expression a combination of excitement and nervousness. She stood and glanced down at herself, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, a few scattered splashes of saliva and leftover champagne dotting her skin.

"Like this?" she said, arms out as if displaying herself to Carter and Ben.

"May as well," said Ben.

"You okay with that?" Carter asked. "We don't even know who's there."

Abbie went up on her tiptoes and gave Carter a quick but deep kiss. "I'm okay with it."

She nodded, and daintily walked past Carter and toward the door. Both men watched her ass as she walked, mesmerized by her seductive beauty. She put her fingers on the door handle and turned. She pulled the door open, toward her, and held it against the wall as she stood in the door frame, the light from the hallway creating a silhouette of Abbie.

"Hi," she said sweetly, one hand on her hip, her head tilted a bit to the side. "What can I do for you?"