“You’ve got Carrie all hot and bothered here, it’s only fair you get her off, too,” Lisa said. It’s embarrassing to say, but this is what I’d hoped she meant. It had been a while since Carrie let me eat her out. I wasn’t so happy about doing it in front of Lisa and Alicia, but at this point there really wasn’t any use arguing. They’d already watched Carrie do it to me anyway.
I slid off of the seat, and down between Carrie’s legs.
“You didn’t even put up a fight about that Erica,” Alicia pointed out. “You must be really excited about this.”
I was. I wouldn’t tell them that, but it was true. And the look on Carrie’s face showed me she knew it too. I watched in wonder as Carrie pulled her daisy duke shorts off, revealing she hadn’t worn any panties. She let them fall off her legs, leaving her lower half bare save for her tennis shoes.
For a second I hesitated, realizing I had a chance to even the odds. Carrie’s shirt left her slim belly totally exposed, meaning without her shorts she wouldn’t be able to cover up. The idea of me wearing nothing but her shorts while she ran around in a tiny top and shoes was tempting, but if I did that, I’d be refusing the opportunity to taste her pussy for the first time in years.
