Carter has a drink

"Maybe it's time I had a taste myself, don't you think?" Carter smirked at Abbie as he suggested it. He couldn't contain his smirk -- she was sitting there topless, gorgeous, seemingly eager and on board with whatever kind of party was developing.

"I think that would be delicious," Abbie replied. "Of course, you already drank from the bottle ..."

Carter played along. "You're right. Maybe there's another method?"

Abbie smiled. He understood the game. "Maybe there is."

Nodding at Ben in some form of silent instruction, Carter moved to sit next to Abbie, facing her -- and Ben went behind the couch, full glass in hand. Abbie watched the men move, but stayed in her own position, tickled to know that she didn't have to do anything to have either (or both) of these men bend to her will. She enjoyed watching them flutter about, and knew that they were going to have a good time together.

"This may sound unusual," said Carter, scooting a little closer to Abbie. "But where I come from, there's a special way to drink champagne. Would you like to try it?"

Abbie sat up straight, and shook her hair out a little. The movement caused her breasts to shimmy, stealing both of the men's attention. "I would definitely like to try it."

"Where you come from?" said Ben.

"Yes, where I come from. This is standard behavior with ... a new guest in one's home."

"You come from Miami. You come from a skanky suburb of Miami."

Carter glared at Ben, and went on. "In order to try this special method, I'll have to touch you. Is that okay?"

"Mm-hm," Abbie replied, giggling. She enjoyed the banter, and was excited for things to get more playful.

Carter extended his hand, and delicately rested it beneath Abbie's breast. He watched face as he touched her, their eyes fixed on each other. Once he had fully cupped her boob in his hand, he glanced up at Ben and nodded. Leaning over the couch, Ben tilted his glass slowly, allowing a small trickle of champagne to pour forth, landing on Abbie, and dripping down her chest. Carter leaned in, and quickly put his mouth on Abbie, licking her nipple, drinking the small flow of champagne as it cascaded across her naked body.

Abbie felt her nipple get harder as Carter played. His tongue flicked against her skin, sending a shiver through her body. She inhaled, bit her lower lip, and moaned slightly as Carter continued, his lips and tongue doing more to stimulate her than to drink champagne (which they all knew was never the goal anyway). He groped her more, squeezing her breast as he licked and sucked, before finally pulling his face back and looking up at Abbie.

"So that's how you do it in the skanky suburbs of Miami?" Abbie asked breathlessly.

Carter grinned. "Yup. That's how we do it."