Invited the virgin to spend the night

“I invited her over... for a sleepover... tonight.” Carrie’s voice practically trembles with anticipation. You’ve never heard her quite like this before.

Also... tonight! That was fast. Then again, you know she can’t wait.

“And she gets it? She knows what that means?” You ask.

“She’s eighteen. And not an idiot. Yeah she knows what ‘sleepover’ means.

“And her Mom?” Your not really even sure why you care about these details. Maybe you just want to be sure that Carrie isn’t being careless, particularly in her state.

“Her Mom thinks she’s going to a friends’ house. Which technically isn’t a lie. But it is a cover story. She gave her Mom a cover story. She knows what we’re doing.”

“So... what happened?” You ask. “How did this come together?”

It’s hours later now. You’re hanging out at Carrie’s place. She’s wearing a tight little black dress... to seduce the teenager who is about to arrive. But you’re still curious how this came together so fast.

“I flirted.” Carrie smirks as she shrugs. “I remembered that a beautiful girl flirting with you works every time, whether it’s happening to you, or me, or Meagan.

“And that’s all it took?” You smile at your girl.

“And I reached over and rubbed her knee a little. And I told her my man has the nicest cock in the city. And I told her I’d send her a naked pic.”

“And... did you?” Your cock stirs.

“Yyyup. And she sent me one back. Just a few minutes ago before she left her house.” Carrie winks, “but you can’t see it. It’s just for me.”

You gnash your teeth. “But she knows I’m gonna be here right? She knows what’s going to happen to her, right?”

“I don’t think anyone could appreciate what’s gonna happen to her tonight. Carrie takes a big anxious breath. “So I think as soon as she walks through the door I’m going to grab her and slap her and tell her she’s going to be made into a slut tonight and then punished for being a slut.”

Oh yes, your cock stirs.

And the door buzzed. And Carrie presses the button to let her in. And she takes a spot next to the door to pounce. And there’s a knock.

“It’s open.” Carrie barely says through a trembling voice.

And in walks a fresh faced, petite, pretty, very pretty girl. She wears a tight top, short jeans shorts, and carry’s a mini backpack.

Your erection is about to rage.

As promised, Carrie grabs her, in one fluid moment, slams the door, pushes her up against the door and pushes her lips against Meagan’s. Meagan is so petite Carrie has to squat a little to do so.

But that just means it’s easier access to what she does next. With one hand she expertly unbutton’s the teenager’s shorts and slides her fingers down inside them.

Meagan moans. Yeah, she know what this sleepover is for.

“Do you like this?” Carrie asks, her mouth still entangled with Meagan’s. “Do you like tasting Miss Carrie’s tongue?”

Jesus, she calls your girlfriend ‘Miss Carrie.’ At this rate you’re going to nut in your pants.

Carrie, wraps her other arm around the girl and flips her over to a nearby table, keeping their lips locked. The little backpack flings off Meagan and spills out.

Carrie doesn’t notice it. She’s too busy now pulling off the petite girl’s top. Which she does again without much effort. You’ll say this for your girlfriend, she is certainly experienced in undressing others.

Meagan’s body is glorious. No bra. Smallish breasts. Small nipples that right now could pop a balloon.

Carrie finally pulls her lips apart from Meagan’s and heads with her tongue for the nipples, full steam. But she’s briefly distracted by the contacts of the backpack all over the floor.

“What’s that?” She asks

“What?” Meagan replies “oh nothing...” she clearly wants to get back to the fun. But something has caught Carrie’s eye and she won’t continue without a response. “My dumb Mom thought if need healthy snacks.”

Carrie bends over and grabs something off the floor, then holds it up. “You want to lose your virginity to a banana?”

Meagan giggles “would you like it if I pretended to be a virgin?”

Carrie’s face drops. She’s shocked. Her hand stays down in Meagan’s shorts but you can see that her fingers have stopped working. “You’re... not?”

“Of course not” Meagan laughs “I don’t think I’d have come here for this if I was.”

“Wait” you see Carrie battling the urge to just keep going with the need for an explanation “you said... just this afternoon You said it was weird that a girl your age hasn’t been with a single guy.”

“Yeah.” Meagan laughs loudly at this. She doesn’t quite realize what a disappointment this development is. “I’ve been with my friend me Greg and Paul. And then with Greg and Mason a couple times. And then with this guy I met at a party, Phil and his friends... um... Dave and... I don’t remember the third guys name but I think one was a Dave. But I’ve never been with just a single guy.”

Carrie takes a long deep sigh. And then looks at you. It’s not often that you see the look of sexual failure on your girlfriend’s face. Actually this is the first time.

And you know it’s up to you to fix this situation