It's a deal (your perspective)

You make a muffled noise, and then nod. You're a little scared, but the prospect of getting Liz to do anything is irresistible. Besides, it's pretty hot that you're going to fulfill the biggest sexual fantasy of the girl you have a crush on. You wish the blindfold was off so you could see the look on his face, if it matches his excited voice.

"Really? I'll go get it ready. Thanks, Blake!" he kisses you on the cheek before you hear his footsteps moving away from you.

"Really?" Kain asks, "That's your fantasy?"

"It may not look like much on its own, but I like it, and besides, they all sort of enhance each other. Let me just turn it on, and set this up... this one should work well..." His footsteps come back over to you. "Are you ready Blake? Once I do this, we're going to take off your clothes and grope you, okay?"

You take a deep breath. Whatever it is, you might as well get it over with. You nod again. You feel him get closer to you, and hear a faint noise. Then, something goes over your ears. Headphones. They're playing the sound of ocean waves, and they must be noise cancelling or something, because you can't hear the boys talking anymore, or anything else.

A hand touches your cheek, and you flinch. A moment later, you're swept up into a tight hug. From Lewis, a part of you thinks, and it takes you a moment to ask yourself how you knew that, without hearing or seeing him. Surely you couldn't be... you sniff experimentally, and realize that yes, you recognize the scent from when you kissed him. He pushes you back away, and raises your arms over your head. Hands try to lift up your shirt, but after reaching your neck, the headphones become a problem.

The shirt goes back down, before someone stretches it away from your chest. A few seconds go by, and then it falls back. You reach up and touch it to make sure you're feeling it correctly, and yes, they must have just cut open the shirt, because you can feel your bare skin between two torn edges. Once again the hands move your arms, to more easily remove what's left of the shirt. Your bra is next, and you realize that some of the hands on you now aren't doing anything other than touching you, invisibly caressing your back, chest, arms, and face. Someone unbuttons your jeans, and slowly slides them down your legs. You step out of them, with some help, and then your hands are guided to your hips, and someone carefully hooks your thumbs into the waistband of your panties. You realize what they want from you, and push it down, removing the last piece of clothing you have.

Once it's off, it quickly disappears into the sensory void that is the rest of the room, and the many hands on you follow it, leaving you feeling naked, horny, and alone. Automatically, you try to replace their hands with your own, and just barely stop yourself from sliding a finger into your soaking pussy. Maybe they'd like that though? Or maybe they want you to try and find them, or maybe you should just stand there and wait for them to do something.