everyone returns to the party

"The party!" exclaimed Megan.

"Ssh!" hissed Phoebe, giggling. "There's people out there, people who might hear us!"

Abbie grinned, her body still quivering with energy. "That would be kind of exciting, wouldn't it?"

Jake nervously glanced back towards the entrance. The thin plastic curtain trembled slightly from the bustling activity beyond. "Kind of can't believe no one saw us."

"Let's hurry up and clean ourselves off before we head back."

Megan shook her head, her curls bouncing with the movement. Her tits bounced too, and although she didn't notice, Jake did, and struggled to keep his eyes off Megan's naked body.

Abbie watched Jake staring at Megan, and smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Come on, our little adventure was the highlight of your day, wasn't it."

Megan let out a wistful sigh as she reached for some paper towels from a nearby shelf, her fingers tracing the textured pattern on the roll. She handed it to Phoebe, who eagerly took it with a grin. "It was pretty great."

"Definitely more exhilarating than our usual party planning," chimed in Phoebe, passing the towels to Abbie.

Megan's mind shifted back to work mode as she spoke up again. "We have to get back though. Staci and Phil might need something and I'm supposed to be there to help."

Phoebe rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh come on, they'll be fine without us micromanaging their every move. They're adults, after all."

Abbie carried a towel over to Jake and cleaned him up a bit. He smiled at her in acknowledgment. "Just helping you out," she said.

They all finished cleaning up and getting dressed. Phoebe and Megan tended to each other's hair and made efforts to get back to a pre-pantry state.

"Why don't you two go on back out there. After all, you were supposed to be covering our absence, remember?" said Phoebe with a playful wink.

"Right, of course," Abbie agreed, shooting a glance at Jake before taking his hand and leading him through the plastic curtain.

As they passed back into the kitchen, several of the cooks were looking at them. It was unclear whether the look was who are these strange people in the kitchen? ... or we totally saw you all fucking in the pantry. Either way, Abbie just smiled and muttered "hello" to anyone who made eye contact. And after a slightly awkward journey between ovens and countertops, they made it back into the ballroom.