Date: Sat, 5 Aug 2000 06:55:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Kristen Abrhams <msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com> Subject: Carrie-2 -- AGAIN ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Carrie 2 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- This had actually been one of the best dates I'd been on in a while. I still think it's funny that it was with my best friend Carrie. Actually, since we'd found that we both share two really big passions, sex and each other, it's not surprising that we'd say we were going out on dates. After all, they included everything dates usually do: dinner, some fun activity to burn a few hours, and some late-night fun in a secluded spot. So, by that definition, I was dating my best friend and having lots of fun. I just didn't tell my boyfriend about it and neither did Carrie. Tonight was the beginning of a wonderful weekend. Carrie's mother and "aunt" had gone for the weekend. They'd made arrangements for me to help Carrie "housesit". Of course, we got the usual litany of "do's" and "don'ts": no drinking; no boys; no parties; no this and no that. Yet, they had no problem with us sleeping in the same bed. If they only knew. We'd returned to the house and were lying on the couch. Carrie was behind me with her left arm stretched out under my neck. I wrapped her right arm around my waist and held her tight. I don't think she was watching the television. I know I wasn't. I paid attention to what I was feeling: warmth; the small downy hairs as I caressed her arm; the feeling of her breath on my neck; her breasts against my back. With each breath, I submerged myself deeper into those feelings and sensations. "Do you have the remote," I asked Carrie. She whispered, "It's on the table." I reached over and hit the mute button. The blue light flickered in the otherwise darkened room, but there was none of the distracting noise to keep us from what we really wanted. "Thank you," Carrie said before she pulled my hair back to kiss my neck. Jesus, I was in heaven. Had I been standing, I would have needed help staying vertical. I pulled her right hand up to my mouth and kissed her palm. Slowly, deliberately, I sprinkled affection on the ridges of her hand and then slightly traced the lines with the tips of my own fingers. Carrie pulled that hand from me to unbutton my blouse enough to get at my shoulder. The neck wasn't enough. She needed more of my flesh. I was more than happy to oblige. Hell, I was willing to get naked right then and there, but Carrie said, "No. I say how naked you are tonight. I get to undress you. Is that O.K.?" I could only agree. The naked neck lead to the naked shoulder. The naked shoulder became the naked arm. The naked arm became the naked hand (which, yes, was already naked, but you get the idea). "Lay on your back," Carrie requested. I complied. She straddled me on the couch and proceeded to do the same thing to my left arm: shoulder, arm, hand. Then, she moved in to overpower me some more. Long, slow kisses on my neck. I was helpless. I just swam in my own passion and let her do what she pleased. What she pleased was pulling the straps of my bra down to my elbows and pulling the cups down just enough to reveal my nipples. Carrie'd actually started calling them my "diamonds" since they were always hard when she was kissing them. My hands stroked her long hair. Luscious. Sexy. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted her to know that I definitely approved and wanted more. I was in no position to reciprocate, so I figured that I'd best communicate anyway I could: moaning, stroking or the popular incoherent babbling during orgasm (but that one was reserved for much later). "Sit up, a sec." I did as requested. Carrie got up and went behind me to unhook my bra. She slowly opened it and kissed my back. Every inch of flesh that was covered by the bra was now covered by her lips. Slowly, she pulled the bra away and wrapped her arms around me from the back to caress my breasts. Cupping them with her hands, she squeezed my nipples between her thumb and forefinger while kissing my neck. I reached back to place my hand on her head as well as you can do in that position. "Shhh," she said, "Enjoy." So, I just gave in and tried to please her by enjoying it with as much passion and as little restraint as I could manage. After I'd lost all track of time, Carrie laid me back down on the couch and started kissing my belly. "Keep going," she placed my one hand on my breast and the other on my neck, "I've got more fires to start, but I don't want those to die." So, I did as my girlfriend requested and stroked my neck and caressed my breasts as she worked her way to between my legs. My shorts seemed incredibly tight. I don't know why. Every move I made seemed uncomfortable and constricting especially when the promise of Carrie was so close. So, when she unbuttoned the top and slid her palm on top of my panties, I was insane. "Ohhhhhh, Carrie. Please, baby." "Hush, darling. In time." My hands took on a life of their own. One hand caressed my neck in an all too inadequate reminded of Carrie's soft lips. The other hand caressed my breasts lightly and kept my nipples excited and hard. I didn't mind because I knew that I was doing as my lover asked. I was keeping the fire going. Soon, Carrie peeled my shorts off. Slowly. I just wanted to rip them off and order he to attack me, but I was being a good girl. I was being patient, but that patience was wearing thin. Hot lips against my sex. She kissed my panties right on top of my pussy. The muted sensation was more than enough for me. Heat. Warmth. Pressure on my sex. More. Carrie took the hand on my neck and placed it between my legs. "I'll be back in a second." As my lover stepped from the room, I caressed myself. Trying to keep the edge on while not pushing over it into the orgasmic chasm was so difficult, but Carrie wanted to make me cum. I wanted that too. She stepped back in with a couple of the toys we'd regularly been using: a dildo and the strap-on. But as wonderful as the thought was of her making love to me as she had so many times, seeing her in the blue glow of the television opened my eyes to something else. "You don't want me to use them," she asked. "No, I just want you on top of me." "But I know you enjoy it when you've got a big, hard cock inside of you. I like making you feel that way." "I know you do, baby." I kissed her. "But what I really want today is not a big, hard cock inside of me." "What then?" "A beautiful, naked, horny girl on top of me. Interested?" Carrie stood to slowly strip for me. First, her blouse (which, by the way, she'd already unbuttoned halfway because she was "too hot"). Next, her shorts. Then, her bra and, finally, she wiggled her cute hips and removed her panties. At long last, she removed mine. Then, my lover came to me and lay on top of my body. Her burning flesh ignited mine again. I couldn't think straight. All I could feel was the sensation of Carrie against me. It invaded my consciousness and soaked my every thought. Our legs interlaced so that we each had the other's thigh against our sex. Her hands on my shoulders. My hands on her behind. Her lips on my neck (Oh, GAWD!). My lips on her breasts. Her voice in my ear moaning appreciation and praise. My voice in the air screaming guttural noises that, at least, sounded like I was enjoying myself. The feeling of our sensitive, hot flesh against the muscles in our legs. Feeling each other pressing against our legs. Against our bodies. Melting into one mass of quivering, orgasmic delight. Building, building. Greater and greater. Each breath stoked the fires. Inhale and I get more excited. Exhale and I only needed more. Carrie was building the same. Each breath. Each stroke. Our breasts crushed against each other. Our pussies melted into one cauldron of sex and passion. Looking into her eyes, I couldn't help but see the passion that, in turn, stoked my passion even more. The emotion. The lust. The.whatever,. "You close?" Carrie knew. "Yes, you?" "Yes. Cum with me." A dam burst. We exploded. Waves of heat. Rivers of love. Passion. We lay there kissing and cuddling as lovers do. Feeling her face against mine after she made me feeling like that. I just had to kiss her. I had no choice. It was almost biological. You don't kiss her, you die. Who was I to argue? "Wow," Carrie gasped. I just smiled. "I am so glad we did that." Again, I smiled. I wasn't sure what would come out of my mouth if I opened it. We laid on the couch with her on top of me, cradled in my arms and her head on my chest. After a few minutes, we'd calmed down and were calmly riding the wave of our girl-sex high. Carrie asked, "Do you still want to use the toys? I mean, you don't want to give them up, do you?" "Why?" "I dunno. It seemed like you were so intent on not using them that I just feared you'd not want to use them ever." I kissed her forehead. "You like using them, huh." "Of course. I especially like wearing the strap-on and having you on top of me." "Yeah?" "Yeah. You just have no idea how sex you look when you have that inside of you. And to know that I'm helping you feel that way. wow." I was flushed. "You know that I'll always be up for anything you want," I said. "I especially like when I'm on top of you and you're stroking my breasts and kissing them while I'm riding your cock. but tonight, I needed you. I wanted real girl-girl sex. I wanted sex with my girlfriend. Does that make any sense?" She was quiet for a second. "I'm your girlfriend?" I gulped hard. I didn't really realize I'd voiced something I'd been thinking for a while. Taking a deep breath, I said, "Yes. I'd like you to be." Carrie just hugged me hard and then came up to kiss me on the lips. "As long as you're willing to be mine." I smiled. "Yes." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments and questions are welcome at msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com ----------------------------------------------------------------------------