Carrie's last fling as a single girl

Carrie showed a lot of promise as a teen girl. She was filled out nicely and kept getting better as she leaned out. But what really set her apart was the bubbly aura about her. You couldn’t help being happy she was around, and even if she was too young a guy went out of his way to be close to her. Or maybe it was just me. The fact is, she had a poor image of herself and she never got the attention of boys her age that I thought she should have got. The up side was, when she was almost eighteen she was suddenly not too young and she was available. I was eight years older, but I had a nice car, and the one poor dweeb who she managed to keep around didn’t have a chance.

It was a whirlwind for a couple weeks. She was of a friendly disposition anyway, which is my way of saying that behind that self-effacing front there was a hot-blooded vixen. She was hot, and from her first kiss it was plain to me she had practised a bit. Good for her, I thought. So when I had her naked and I was naked on a warm evening out on the hillside, I was taken off guard when she told me that was far enough until we were married. I was blown away. No girl had ever told mer that before. But no girl was like Carrie, and , after about nine seconds of considering my best options, we were engaged. I was so flabbergasted by the turn in my life we spent the rest of the night laying plans, and not fucking.

The more I looked at it the next few days, the more I liked it. It wasn’t really all that quick. Hadn’t I been watching her grow up knowing she was going to be a keeper? If anyone was acting hastily it was her, and I promised myself I wouldn’t let her down. It was going to be a change in my rakehell former self, but she was worth it.

The following night we were out again, a ring on her finger, and willingness in her loins. I was humbled to find that my little firecracker was a virgin, but she expected to be hurt and I’m afraid it happened. But after that she was as keen to fuck every opportunity as I was. We fucked in the car, on a blanket on the hillside with a couple deer watching, once even in her bed, and a few times in mine. And that’s just the first week. In between times we actually got to know each other.

One afternoon we were strolling in a park and by chance came upon a friend from school. He lit up when he saw Carrie, then deflated when he saw her holding my hand, then really folded up when she showed him her ring. He didn’t hang around, making an excuse that he had to be somewhere, and Carrie heard later that he had been asking around looing for her the last couple weeks hoping to ask her out. That was most of the time we had been getting to know each other’s bodies, so he hadn’t been able to find her. When we were alone again, Carrie told me a story that now amused her, and set me thinking.
This friend, Darren, had been the target of her desires for a couple years, but he never gave her much hope. He was very popular, and seemed to have a new girl every couple months, but never Carrie. In the last half year, he had been having a very hot affair with the girl in the next locker at school, and because they all had the same classes, Carrie had to endure Darren always being there waiting for Judy, never for her. Still, she held out hope, grasped at every straw tossed her way. So when Darren’s friend Tom needed a date for the grad prom, and she won by default, she jumped at it. At least she would be double dating with Darren.

The prom went all right. Tom was an okay dancer, and was never very far from his buddy. But after, Carrie found out that she wasn’t going home that night. The boys had rented a cabin at a fishing lodge well out of town and were taking the girls there. Carrie had some misgivings, but the guys were not drinking and she didn’t feel too threatened. At any rate, she put no real value on her cherry and resolved that if Tom wanted her in bed she would go along. And that’s the way it quickly transpired. Darren and Judy were in the one bed with the speed of a couple who had done it often before. Tom and Carrie were left with a pull out couch, but even that was alright. The part that made Carrie giggle in the telling was Tom’s efforts and then her efforts to solve the riddle of the condom in the dim light. They were naked if only to show the other couple they knew what they were doing, and Tom had a nice hard-on, but in the dim light it was hard to tell which way it rolled on. Then, as they worked, Tom started to go soft. He couldn’t win. The more he worried about keeping it up, the more it sagged. Carrie eventually had to lay down with him between her legs to compose himself. There could be no doubt about a condom being used, and it was clear Tom wouldn’t be up to it. But it was okay in the end. Carrie was listening to Judy cumming with Darren, wishing she were there, and at her suggestion Tom began thrusting himself. Might as well at least fake it. Tom was very grateful. A guy has his pride, and he knew Carrie wouldn’t give him away. Carrie even had an orgasm with his semi-on bumping her clit, so the ruse was easily successful.

So after this, what was Carrie on about when she turned me down until she had a ring? Freudian slip, she guessed. She had worried I might like to go unprotected, and she had asked for marriage instead of a condom. We got a good laugh over that. When Carrie asked if I had second thoughts about marrying her, I gave her a moment to squirm, then proposed again, and , you know, nobody was happier than me when she again accepted.

We planned to get married in the late fall. We could hear talk in the family about a shotgun affair, and we didn’t want that rumour still alive when she walked down the aisle in a slim dress and still not showing. So that was four months, but I had a place to take her and fuck, so it promised to be an easy wait. But the story of Darren and Tom stirred something in me. Mainly was a regret for Carrie that she would never have sex with the one guy she had carried a torch for. Since me she was starting to change her view of herself, but her ego had been battered for quite a few years. Standing with her nude in front of a full length mirror, she had to admit she really was a hot chick, and for homework she was to spend as much time as possible with a mirror, finding her best angles, expressions, etc. In a month anyone could see the change in her. With confidence she started dressing less like a librarian, walked with her shoulders back like she wasn’t trying to hide her tits, and smiled at people she met rather than shy away hoping not to be noticed.

We often saw Darren that summer. He also saw the new Carrie, and was impressed. He didn’t actually hang his tongue out, but you could see he knew he had missed something good, and Carrie knew he could see, and went out of her way to grind his nose in it. That was a side of Carrie I had never seen, and it wasn’t my favourite side.
“You know, if you think about it, Darren can’t be blamed for passing up the old you. You didn’t really sell yourself very well, did you?”’ I was trying not to chide, rather to excuse Darren, “Darren is young too, and he just didn’t have the experience to see the real you like I did. I think you should give him another chance.”
Carrie wrinkled her nose at me, “All I really wanted from Darren was a fuck. I knew he could go out with more popular girls, but all I wanted was a fuck, or maybe a few. Do you still think I should give him another chance?”

I reached forward and bit her nose, “It’s a happy thought. You know he knows about a condom, but now you’re on the pill, you don’t even have to think about that. Would you like to?”
Carrie stared, trying to read my face, but her answer was already coming out as she scanned, “I’m a married woman, and I’m never going to fuck anybody but you.”
I hugged her close, trying to show her I liked her answer.”But you know, you’re still a single lady. You could be excused a last fling.”

She only shook her head. But after that she did let up on Darren. Next time we met, him with a new girl, she actually treated him like an old friend, and I could see him catching her charm. We spent all afternoon with them. Sherry was a vapid bit of fluff, but she was curvy and cute and I imagine was giving Darren a good time. Darren was attentive to her, anyway, but I could see he was still fascinated by the girl he had let slide under the radar. At the same time, I could see Carrie was not being swept away by him, like she might have been only months before. I was not insecure, in other words, and the idea of Carrie fucking Darren sort of tickled my perverse fancy, especially if it might mean I fucked Sherry. I did mention I had been a bit of a rake-hell, didn’t I?

At any rate, before we broke up for the evening, I had engineered that they would come with us to a movie the next night. We liked going to a drive-in, one of the few remaining, partly for the nostalgic feel of it. None of us were around in the hay day of drive-ins, but the romance still lingered in the myths that filtered down. Carrie and I had our first real date at the drive-in, after which I stripped her down and ended up engaged. So it was a good starting point for anything that might happen.
Nothing happened at the movie, for obvious reasons. In the old days two couples could fuck on two bench seats. Now we had to recline the passenger seat. The back seat wasn’t even good to sit on, much less screw on, especially with the front laid back. But it was close enough to get us good and horny. I had been working at getting my own place that we would keep after we were married, but right now I had a room mate that had dibs on the place till very late. It was an agreement that worked for us too, sometimes.
“Where can we go to fuck?” Sherry wanted to know. She at least knew what she wanted and maybe what she was good for, and she wasn’t shy about asking for it.
“Carrie and I know a place, don’t we Carrie?” Darren was teasing, and Carrie smiled a pleased smile, I think to think Sherry would think she had fucked Darren. “I think it might be hard to get right now though.”

But the idea set the mood, and as we were driving by a motel, one that had seen many better years, I suddenly swung in and parked. I looked at Carrie and the surprised faces in the rear-view. “This is probably just as good, eh kids?” Sherry actually clapped her hands. Talk about wearing your cunt on your sleeve.
Darren grinned, “Sounds good to me.” A guy can’t be seen as backward or slow, especially in front of an older smoother guy.
Carrie looked doubtfully at me, then grinned, “ If that’s what you want, but I’m not talking to the desk clerk, and what do we fake for luggage?”

When I returned to the car, I had a key. It was for one room, two queens, phone didn’t work, and no noise after midnight. Since it was already after eleven, that might have put some people off. Carrie choked a bit when she heard about the one room, but Sherry couldn’t see anything wrong. “After all, we would have done it in the car if we had more room.”
Sherry tackle Darren onto one bed almost before the door was closed. Carrie and I were not much cooler, but Carrie was a bit preoccupied with the other bed. Sherry was already mostly naked, and damn, she did have a nice body, tits too big for someone that skinny, but still sexy. I guess I was a bit preoccupied, too.
“Do you think Sherry knows how to put on a condom?” I whispered into Carrie’s hair. “You could put it on for them, just for practice.”
She giggled into my neck, “I can’t imagine Sherry using a condom. She’s as down and dirty as they come.”

I went down and began to kiss her pussy so she could watch Sherry sucking Darren. Carrie came very quickly with what had happened earlier and what was happening now. Sherry was being very energetic and professional with her oral as I switched ends and lay on Carrie. She was ready and eager for my cock, but I just leered down and her as I withheld myself.
“How about a bit of fun and games before we get at it? Wouldn’t it be fun to kiss Darren before we fuck, just to see if it blows his mind?”
Carrie smirked back. “You’re bad. But I trust you. What do you have in mind?”
I didn’t answer. I lifted off her, and strolled around the other bed, to where Sherry had her bum in the air as she worked Darren’s cock. She started and looked around as my tongue touched her pussy, then giggled, “Cool”, and resumed her sucking. Carrie had been on her way to kiss Darren, but stopped with her eyes wide as I made my move on Sherry. Darren also saw me, but his attention was focussed on the lines of my Carrie, and she was diverted by the feel of his hand on her breast. Then she allowed her face to be pulled down so she could be kissed. Carrie is a marvellous kisser, and loves doing it, and I could see both mouths opening as Darren started to get a feel of what he had been overlooking.

Sherry gave up his cock when she felt me probing her pussy with mine. She pushed back to help me in, giving a squeal of delight as she felt my size. Then she was an insatiable harlot, writhing under my thrusts, thrusting back even harder. I understood Darren being attracted to her. She was a fuck waiting to happen on short notice. Darren and Carrie were drawn to her noises. They watched us a moment with amusement, then Carrie rolled him on his back and straddled him. They paused a second to reach an unspoken agreement, then she reached down to help his cock find her. I watched as his head slid up and down her crack, then suddenly her cunt had opened under its pressure and Darren was in her, and I was so turned on I was pumping my load into Sherry. Carrie was so worked up that she too was cumming even as Darren rammed it home, and our sounds were as if we were fucking each other without the intermediaries.

Carrie was rocking on Darren’s pube, not up and down, just madly rocking her clit against him, cumming forever. Then, as she levelled just for a moment, Darren rolled her over and began stroking her bum into the bed. This took them from the middle of the bed, and left room for me to pull out and lay Sherry beside Carrie, and together we settled in to fuck. It was recreational fucking now, taking it slow and feeling the warmth, elasticity, responsiveness, of the body opposite. Sherry was really very talented. She knew every cunt muscle and when to use it. Carrie could see my reaction to things she did to me, and I could see her experimenting doing things with Darren. Our eyes met at one point, and I reached over to kiss her, my angel fucking the cock of another man, and she kissed warmly back, then returned to kissing the man in her.

Now Darren was breathing harder, and Carrie was giving him her full attention, egging him to let it go, give it to her, fill her full, fuck her hard, and then he was all of the above, and she was having her own orgasm as she felt him explode, then Sherry had her tongue deep in my mouth, her big hard tits were flattened against me as we clutched desperately through our own rapture. I have a boner again just writing about it.
We were quiet after midnight, and we never tried to use the phone. We vacated just after five AM. That was after an early morning fuck. Sherry thought it hilarious I called it a morning glory, and had to be cautioned about the noise stricture. We dropped the others where Darren had parked his car and I smuggled Carrie into my bed. My flatmate and whoever was with him never moved, and they were gone before we stirred.
I only fucked Sherry again once after that, a couple weeks later. Then Darren told us she had been picked up by an old biker friend and had rode off into the South with him. Darren was a bit apologetic, but I think he was a bit relieved not to have to put up with her air-headedness any more. So was I. But she was a good memory for both of us. We treated Carrie to a rollicking threesome shortly after, then she informed us her single lady days were over. The wedding was in two weeks, and it was time to get her act together. But Darren was invited to the wedding, and she thought it might ne okay if he kissed the bride, as long as he didn’t take it as a come-on.
The wedding was magical. Carrie was as slim as a wraith, as pregnant as a vestal virgin, and a few old aunts softened their tones. We both danced with anybody who needed dancing with, which as it happens is quite a few. Darren had a new girlfriend, a tall willowy girl with dark mysterious eyes. In a quiet moment shortly before we left, we were able to have a quiet chat with them and we both found her entrancing.
“Let us know when you are back, “ Willow said, “I think we will be good friends.”

Carrie snuggled into me on the first night of our honeymoon...After the rush of the day, the length of the festivities, and nerves in general, two of the hottest bodies in town were preparing to go to sleep without fucking. Not that we would admit it later. But we had time to talk.
“Do you think I was a bit hasty in saying I would never fuck around as a married woman.?”
“It was a fine thing for a young girl to say. But a grown-up lady needn’t be bound by it. That’s why they call it growing up. To leave childhood mistakes behind.”

Carrie nibbled my ear, “Its just that Darren told me that Willow isn’t quiet when she’s warmed up, and that she thinks you ‘re alright. Can’t promise anything, but its three against one isn’t it?” There was a pause as I tried to imagine that lithe body against mine, “By the way, as long as we’re talking about it, do you have any married friends that I might like with cute wives.?”
Hell, tired or not, we ended the conversation with a fuck.