The athletic center

She’s absolutely gorgeous in a one piece.

It’s the next morning and the three of you are at the pool, watching the girl who Meagan spoke of, as she swims laps.”

“She’s the captain of the swim team.” Meagan explains. “Seriously she could have any boys she wants. She just must not be that horny. I don’t know how you’re going to convince her to screw.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Carrie says with lust and determination in her eyes. “I convinced you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah but I’m a little slut.”

Carrie laughs, glances at you, then turns her attention back to Krista to take a good long look a she pulls her dripping wet body from the pool. “I just hope this virgin shit isn’t a lie she’s telling to distract from the fact that she’s fucked half the faculty.”

“You think someone would actually do that?” Meagan asks.

Carrie shoots you a faux embarrassed look “I may have known someone back in high school.”

You pour a glass of wine. You’re back at Carrie’s apartment now, eating lunch. It’s Saturday afternoon. Meagan gets wine too. Carrie hasn’t touched hers. She’s calculating.

“So the question is... we know this girl is wet for Jesus. If she’s gonna fuck is it gonna be because of a primal **** desire to rebel... or to obey?”

Meagan shrugs and sips her wine. “Don’t look at me, I’m Jewish.”

And maybe it’s true sight of a teenager day drinking in her place, but a new thought pops into Carrie’s head. “Are you okay to to be here?” She asks Meagan. “I mean does your mom...”

“Still thinks I’m at Meredith’s. It’s cool. Meredith will cover for me forever. She’s my best friend.”

“Hmmm.” Carrie still thinks. Watching her ponder her seduction strategy is incredibly appealing. Your cock twitch’s. “Would Meredith help us with this maybe?” She asks clearly not sure how, just keeping options open.

“Sure.” Meagan answers. “But she’s not a virgin either.”

“Well no” Carrie laughs. “Now that I know you, I wouldn’t think your best friend was a virgin.”

“Yeah, she’s not into multiple guys like me. But this one time I heard she took a fist and...”

“Best friend isn’t a virgin.” Carrie interrupts, though she’s talking to herself. “Does Krista have a best friend?”

“Sure, um... Erin. Who doesn’t?”

“Is She a virgin?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. She doesn’t go around telling everyone she is.”

“That’s it!” Carrie smiles. “That’s our in. All we need is a girl with a predictable itch.”

“Okay, but how are you gonna seduce her? Meagan is visibly excited, which you can tell both by her shimmying in her seat and the little needle points poking through her tight shirt.

“Oh we’ve got a secret weapon,” Carrie responds, motioning toward you. “The nicest cock in town.” Carrie has said this about you multiple times. Normally you’d doubt any one woman could have experienced enough of the town’s cocks to make that assessment. But you don’t doubt Carrie.

“Which I still haven’t even seen!” Meagan adds. “What’s up with that?”

You realize she’s asking you