the afterglow, or whatever it might be called in this scenario

Ben hopped up, walked to the bathroom, and returned quickly with a towel. "Here," he said, offering it to her. He had moistened one end with water.

"Thanks," Abbie said.

The first thing she did was use the wet end of the towel on her face, cooling herself. Comfort before cleanliness, I suppose, she thought, laughing at herself for even putting that kind of thing into words. She stood and used the towel on the rest of her, cleaning herself up as best she could. She surveyed the room, noting that Tuk was fully dressed again, and Carter had his pants on. The two of them stood by the cracked window, smoking. Cory had started dressing as well.

"Guess you never really think about how the party ends, huh?" Ben saw Abbie watching the other men.

"Hm?"

"I mean," he continued, "Eventually, everyone's got to get dressed and go home, I guess?"

"Yeah, I guess," Abbie responded. "You're still naked, though."

Ben nodded. "I figured that if you were, I could at least show a performance of solidarity."

Abbie chuckled. "So if I stay naked, you'll stay naked?"

"Yup."

"What if I choose to go back to my room this way, and you never see me get dressed, will you stay naked forever?"

Ben slowly nodded. "Sure. I'll do that."

Abbie stepped over to him and kissed him softly. "I hereby permit you to dress yourself." She handed him the towel. "Besides, I'm going to leave soon, and then you might feel a little alone, the only naked boy in the room." She looked around again. "Whose room is this anyway?"

"Mine and Carter's." He paused, wondering if Abbie had a follow-up question. Although she did not, he added, "We're all here for a conference."

Abbie nodded. She looked around at the floor, searching for something.

"Your dress?" Ben offered. He walked over to where it had ended up, collected it, and handed it to her.

"Thanks."

Ben found some of his own clothes and started pull them on. "Look, I'm not going to pretend that this is anything more than a single wild night. But I had a blast."

"Me too," Abbie said, stepping into her dress and pulling the shoulder straps on. Somehow, being covered up again made her feel even more **** than she had when she was naked, when she was getting groped and fingered and fucked.

"Here." Ben had found her shoes, which he handed to her.

"Thanks. Again." Abbie held her shoes, not putting them on, choosing to remain barefoot. She walked over to Tuk and Carter by the window.

"Abbie," Tuk said as Carter exhaled a stream of smoke behind him.

Abbie smiled. She touched Tuk on the arm. "I'm glad you remembered my name."

"I'm really glad I remembered your name."

"You boys be good now," she said, dragging her hand along Carter's body as she walked past them both. She approached Cory, looking up at his looming figure. "This was fun."

"Hundred percent," he said. "One more kiss before you go?"

Abbie nodded. "Mm-hm, of course." She stoood up on her tiptoes, and Cory bent down, their lips meeting. They kissed tenderly, briefly touching tongues, and then broke apart. "Mm, that was nice."

As she completed her circle around the room, Ben was waiting for her by the door, now wearing pants and socks. "Would you like an escort back to the elevator?"

Abbie smiled. "Why yes, Ben, that would be lovely." She took one more look back at the scenario of Room 2222, and then stepped into the hallway.