Chapter 7
by 
c1ph4r
What's next?
See if Carrie has any suggestions.
Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2048164 on 10-16-15 - 5:52pm
Erica called Carrie on her phone. She finally answered after the phone rang several times, and she sounded breathless. There was somebody complaining in the background on the other end of the line. "I told you not to answer it."
"Shut up!" Carrie retorted. "Hey little Erica! What's up? Did you end up naked again?" Her breathing became heavier, probably at the thought of her friend's naked body. Erica always considered her to be the most sexualized of the group of her tormentors.
"Carrie? What the hell is happening in your room right now?" Erica's curiosity overrode her need to find Mary for the moment.
She heard moaning over the line. Then, "Oh, yeah! Right there, you naughty boy!" as well as a squeal.
"Great," Erica muttered. Carrie would likely be useless for the moment. "Carrie!" She attempted to get her attention so that she could get the answer to her question. "Do you know how to get in touch with Mary? I need to see her."
"Awe. Can't it wait? I'm giving Bill here some luck before his big game tomorrow." Oh. It was Bill. At least it was somebody that Carrie was in a relationship with. Even if their relationship only existed because Carrie thought it was hot that he stripped Erica during a football game. It would not have surprised her if Carrie jumped him in the car when she was giving him a ride home from that very game.
"Carrie, it's really important that I get in touch with her."
"Did you go to her room?"
"I'm at her room, Carrie."
"Can't Alicia give you her number?"
"She's not answering her phone."
"Did you upset her?"
"I didn't mean to," Erica whined.
"You didn't strip for her?"
Erica blushed, and felt her nipples tighten up a little under her shirt. "I don't want to be naked in public," she whisper yelled into her phone.
"Oh, but you're so good at it!" Erica heard rustling from the phone. "Bill! What are you doing?!"
"Not that Erica isn't hot, or fun to tease and strip," she heard Bill saying, "but right now, we're in the middle of something." The sound of intense french kissing cut off Carrie's protests, and then nothing. Bill had ended the call.
"Great," Erica grumbled. Just then, she heard the door at the end of the hall open and close. She turned to see who it was.