the night winds down

Ben excused himself to use the restroom. Carter seemed lost in thought, staring out the window while he smoked. And Abbie ... Abbie just lay on the bed for a moment, replaying the night's events in her mind. It could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, but soon, a noise snapped her back to the room. She lifted her head and saw Ben emerging from the bathroom, holding a towel.

"Here." He approached her slowly, and held out the towel. Abbie took it, and smiled at him. "One end is damp, the other is dry."

Abbie used the wet end to wipe her face and body, looking to collect the last bits of whatever she hadn't already found. She stood up, cleaned as much as she could, dried as much as felt wet, and glanced around again.

In the minutes that she was cleaning herself up, Carter finished his cigarette, and he and Ben had found their clothes. Without realizing it was happening, she was (again) the only one naked, and the energy she felt in the room made her wonder if she was the only one who had just had an amazing night of orgiastic sexual play.

"Trade?" Ben held her dress out to her, and took the towel back in return.

Abbie knew that some men's sexual energy diminished rapidly after they climaxed. The trope of a guy getting off and almost instantly falling asleep was practically coming true in front of her. She wasn't put out by it, but she did feel a little alone in still reveling in the fun they had all had when the vibe of the group had otherwise shut down very quickly.

She stepped into her dress and pulled the straps over her shoulders. Two minutes earlier, she was coated in a combination of sweat and come, her body sizzling from the electricity of the orgy. The wet towel had done more than wipe up the sticky remains of her sexual activities, it had cooled the entire evening. As she felt her dress make contact with her skin, she felt cold -- still a little damp, but now just from the water and the towel, no longer from heat, sweat, and sex.