champagne everywhere

"Whoops!" Ben clamored, watching the scene unfold. Carter's aim had not been particularly good, and not only did he pour the champagne too fast and overflow Abbie's mouth, but he wasn't quite lined up, and a decent amount of liquid went onto her chin, then dribbling down her chest.

Abbie swallowed as much as she could, and then sat upright. Her face was wet with champagne, as was much of her chest. "Oh my gosh, that's cold!" She turned back to look at Carter. "And your aim -- it needs work!" Facing Ben again, she slipped her hands into the front of her dress. "That kind of got all over me!"

"Let me get you a towel," Ben offered, putting his glass down. He quickly went into the bathroom, and emerged with a small hand towel, and held it out for Abbie. She took it, and wiped up her face and chest, and then pulled the material of her dress forward so she could pat herself down with the towel.

Carter had moved back around to the front of the sofa, and took a seat on the other side of it, facing Abbie. "Sorry about that."

Abbie looked at him and winked. "No you're not."

Carter laughed. "No. I'm not." He took a swig of the champagne himself. "Could I try again?"

Abbie put the towel down and leaned forward. "Please. Try again."

She lifted her head and opened her mouth. The angle wasn't great, but Abbie knew that wasn't the goal. Carter held the bottle above her head, and began to pour again. Abbie swallowed some of what went into her mouth, but a lot of it again dribbled down her chin, and landed on her chest.

"I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose, Carter." She scolded him, but had a playful tone in her voice.

"I could say the same about you," Carter replied.

Abbie picked up the towel again, and started rubbing it against her to mop up more of the spilled champagne. "Shame to waste all this good bubbly," she said.

"So so not a waste," Ben commented. He'd been watching, and enjoying the show. "You want to just take that dress off? I mean, at this point ...?" His question didn't really have an end to it, but it didn't need one.

"You're probably right," said Abbie. She pushed the shoulders of the dress down her arms, and let the top half of it fall limply at her waist. Her naked breasts were now fully on display as she continued patting the towel against her. Her nipples were hard, and her skin was a little goose-bumpy, likely from the chill of the champagne.

"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Ben. "I wasn't ... I mean, I didn't really expect ..."

Abbie looked up at him. "What?"

"You just ... did that."

Abbie looked down at herself and then back up at Ben. "And?"

"And ... it's fucking awesome."

Abbie giggled, and as she did, her breasts shook a bit. She dropped the towel onto the table. "Okay, now what?"