five friendly faces

On the other side of the door, a cluster of men stood, staring into Room 2222. Abbie watched as their facial expressions shifted -- from a raucous party energy, **** to get into the room to continue the festivities to a unified 'stun,' as if the lot of them had been hypnotized en masse.

In truth, that's essentially what happened. The door opened, and a stunning redheaded stranger stood there, naked, sweaty, smiling. Abbie knew they were all gawking at her -- and why not? She certainly wasn't oblivious. They all may not have known what she was just in the middle of (sucking off two other men just a few feet behind her), but men were easily made weak by merely the idea of a woman, let alone a beautiful woman, let alone a beautiful naked woman, let alone a beautiful naked woman who was already intensely stimulated by sex.

And in this case, there was the added layer that the men in the hallway didn't know -- that Abbie Andrews wanted nothing less than everything. A double blowjob with Carter and Ben was a wonderful way to start the evening -- but if there was a way to elevate the party to a new level, Abbie was game. All it would take would be the right kinds of questions.

"Can I help you?" She bit her lip cutely, striking a casual pose in the doorway, making absolutely no effort to cover up or mask her nudity. She canvassed the hallway horde, and counted five of them.

"Whoa -- do we have the right room?" Closest to the doorway was a man in his twenties, shorter than the others (and maybe shorter than Abbie, though she wasn't comparing). He had mocha skin and dark hair, designer jeans, a linen blazer over a T-shirt that read Stark Industries, and throwback Nike high-tops that looked brand new. His voice had a faint hint of an Indian accent, but only just barely. As he stood there frozen by the shock of seeing Abbie, he flung a hand out in dramatic reaction.

"You might," said Abbie playfully. "Who are you looking for?"

She eyeballed the group. The (possibly) Indian man stood closest to the door. To Abbie's right, also immediately in the doorway, was a man at least a foot taller than the first, standing 6'10" or more. His dark chocolate skin contrasted with his perfectly white teeth as he smiled broadly and took off his sunglasses.

"I don't even remember. Maybe I'm looking for you." He had a deep bass voice and a smooth and slow style of speech. He wore loose-fitting clothes in a bit of a 90's style fashion, a silk shirt and rayon pants, with small diamond stud earrings and a large silver ring on one pinky. His body was long and lean like a swimmer's, and his reaction to seeing a naked and cheerful Abbie in the doorway was marginally calmer than the first man's.

Abbie giggled. "Me, huh?" Abbie answered. As she shrugged her shoulders, her bare breasts bounced, and she laughed again as she watched five pairs of eyes, in unison, look down at her chest, then back up to her face.

Three more men stood behind the first pair, and whether it was out of politeness or shock, didn't push forward, allowing the first two to represent the group. They weren't even muttering or whispering anything else as the two in front spoke with Abbie -- they were too entranced staring at her. Abbie's focus shifted from face to face, curious about each.

... a wiry man with intentionally tousled and styled medium brown hair, blue-tinted glasses, a fitted cream blazer with rolled cuffs over a navy tank top, skinny jeans, and retro-style Converse sneakers ...

... a tall dark-skinned man (though not as tall as the one in front, and not as dark either) with a tightly trimmed black beard, deep-set dark eyes, heavy brows, an olive-green turtleneck sweater, chestnut-brown corduroys, and Doc Marten shoes ...

... and an almost cliché 'Latin lover' look, slicked black hair, a natural smile, a slightly scruffy goatee, red and yellow aloha shirt, tattered jeans, and flip-flops.

Abbie hadn't realized she'd been staring until the first man spoke up again, taking her out of her dream state.

"This is Carter and Ben's room, right?" he said, half trying to peek around Abbie, half unable to take his eyes off her. "2222?" He confirmed this with a quick glance at the plate on the wall.

"Mm-hm," Abbie nodded.

The Indian man looked up at his friend. "Maybe I misunderstood. Ben texted that they were having drinks."

"We were," Abbie said. "And then ... things evolved." She grinned at both, looking back and forth between them.

"Are they still here?" the taller man asked, chuckling to himself. "Or ... did you **** them, and we are about to become part of a crime scene?"

"Maybe we should come inside ... you know, just to see that everyone's okay, right?" The Indian man smirked, knowing full well that he was inviting himself to someone else's party.

Abbie grinned. "Mm, maybe you should. Come on in and join us."

She turned, giving the men in the hallway a good look at her ass, and walked sexily back into the room. The other men followed, the taller one first (having to duck under the door frame), followed by each of the others in line. As they all re-entered Room 2222, the new arrivals went into a second round of surprise at the scene ahead of them.

Carter had taken a seat on the couch, but Ben remained standing. They were both naked, each idly stroking their dicks, aiming to remain in the moment by watching Abbie intently, eager to return to the games they were in the midst of.

"Fuck, dude," said the tall Black man. "Are we interrupting something?" He and two of the others turned their heads and scoffed, making a bit of a show of avoiding unnecessary glances at Carter and Ben's nudity.

"We got your text, man," the shorter, Indian man said. "But we figured this was a couple beers and ESPN or something. We can definitely get out of your way, though." He started to slowly inch back toward the door.

"Oh, don't go -- you just got here!" Abbie exclaimed, closing the door and playfully blocking the way out.

"What kind of party is this?" the Latino man said.

Abbie took a step closer to him. "It's ... my kind of party," she offered, shrugging, her breasts jiggling as she sashayed through the room. She had the full attention of all seven men. She circled around the group, taking her time to admire Carter and Ben, with whom she was most familiar. But her curiosity was at an all-time high as she surveyed each face and body, hopeful and eager for what might be in store.