Carly Comes Home With Questions

I made my way home and just got in when I found Dr. Cartier waiting for me. I didn’t say hello to him, no, the first thing out of my mouth was, “What does consensual mean?”

Dr. Cartier just looked at me, “That what is occurring between two or more people is happening because they all want it to happen!” Then he paused, then hit me with something I didn’t understand at first. “Why do you ask, Carly?”

I thought about what happened between Dawson and me and how what happened wasn’t exactly what I wanted but I went through with it willingly. “Well Dawson told me that while he was having sex with me that the security company needed video proof that what we were doing was consensual!”

Dr. Cartier didn’t seem to be thrilled with the idea, at least that’s how it came across to me. Still now that I knew what consensual meant, I would make sure Dawson was aware of how I felt about us having sex!

I knew that I didn’t have to wait for Carly to come home from her first night of work. After all, Dawson promised me that he would take personal care of Carly. And like a total fool, I accepted his word. Not that I had a choice on the matter. I passed the time waiting for Carly, searching through various photo albums.

I looked up when I heard the lock turning on the front door and got ready to greet her with a warm ‘hello’ when she came in and immediately asked me a question that in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

“What does consensual mean?”

I gave her a simple answer hoping that Carly would tell me what she wanted to know. “That what is occurring between two or more people is happening because they all want it to happen!” Then he paused, then hit me with something I didn’t understand at first. “Why do you ask, Carly?”

Carly went on to tell me what that bastard Dawson did to her after her shift. Looking at me as if I should be proud of the way she handled it. I pretended that I was but inside, I was fuming at Dawson and vowing to get even with him. After all how dare he fuck Carly when I considered her my property.

Carly had a small sandwich, then went up for a shower, which gave me plenty of time to plot a **** on Dawson. The worst part I could call him out for fucking Carly since he claim that video proof was required by a supposed security firm. But i knew how to circumvent such proof and knew the perfect girl to call and pay to set Dawson up on charges.

Instead of going to her room. Carly came back down to the living room, a towel wrapped around her hair and one wrapped around her body. Without her realizing what I was doing I had Carly tell me as much as she could remember about how Dawson got her naked and fucked her.

Carly told me that she didn’t mind Dawson, as she put it, having sex with her, that he covered his cock with something that he removed before he let her suck his cock. I knew that she was in reference to a condom. Well at least he wasn’t taking a chance of impregnating Carly, still he would have to pay for fucking my Carly!

Then when I was happy that she didn’t feel used, Carly asked me another question. “Dr. Cartier, Dawson’s cock felt different in me compared to yours, so is sex different with different people?”

I told her the absolute truth on the matter, not realizing how the naive Carly would interrupt it. “Why yes Carly!. Some can make it feel very different indeed while others will make you feel bad for having it with them!

Unbeknownst to me that was when her mother decided to speak to her.

“THE MAN LIES, ALL MEN WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BAD FOR HAVING SEX WITH THEM. SATAN WILL DAMN YOUR ETERNAL SOUL FOR HAVING SEX!”

That was when Carly answered me in a way I never expected!

“I wonder what it will feel like to have sex with someone and feel bad about doing so?” A little pause, then “Tell me Dr. Cartier, do you think that I should have sex with more men to find out the answer?”

I was shocked that a naive girl like Carly could or even would think of that all by herself!