By passing along an oral story and pumping Troy for more... information.

Carrie follows Troy over to the couch. It's huge; the room isn't exactly square and the windows of the room offer views of several angles of the grounds of the house. The couch follows the angles of the windows. Troy had settled himself in the middle section, slightly off to one side, and patted the seat next to him. Carrie walks over, uses her bare foot to kick his arm off of his lap, and lounges herself on the couch across his body, resting her head on a cushion off to the side and stretching her legs luxuriously across the full length of the couch on the other side of his lap. There's more than enough room for her entire body on just this section.

"Mmmm. Well, you heard the juiciest parts of it, I think. John wanted to see me spend some time with another guy. He remembered you from college and thought that you'd be..." Carrie squirms a little in her lap, feeling Troy hard against her. She smiles widely at him. "...just the right person for the job. I think I agree wholeheartedly."

Troy runs his hands up and down Carrie's legs. He doesn't stray too far; Carrie's skin tingles and she twists herself subtly to give him better access to interesting lands but he remains frustratingly focused on her calves and the fronts of her thighs.

"I mean, I'm not complaining at all. I admit that my intentions aren't exactly, uhh, pure, if it comes down to the facts of the thing. But you have to admit " - and here, his hands juuuust brush the inside of her thigh, barely avoiding wetter territories - "that things like this don't happen every day."

Carrie chuckles to herself and lays her head on the cushion, arching her back backward and stretching her spine, giving Troy a show. She hears him take a sharp breath and smiles to herself. "That's right, they don't." She lifts her backside and tugs Troy's shorts down slightly before settling herself down again. She wiggles in his lap and parts her legs slightly until his cock settles itself between her thighs.

"Just what exactly do you think is going to happen today, champ?" Carrie reaches down between her legs with her hands and runs them one after the other from the base of his cock toward her belly, pressing it tantalizingly close against her slit.

Troy breathes heavily. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of a few things. And you know about me and John, do you?" He leans back on the couch, closes his eyes, and stretches his arms above his head and lets her hands work.

Carrie closes her eyes as well, continuing to run her hands between her legs and against his cock over and over. "Oh, I know a few things. You were apparently quite the ladies' man back then, weren't you?" Troy smiles. "I know that you had a lot of fun back then."

She runs one hand back up her body and over her chest, tracing a nipple gently with her fingers. "A lot more fun than John, it seems." Troy snorts. "In fact, it's my understanding that you were so generous with your fun times that you always looked out for other people's fun. You helped John out by showing a few of his girls a good time now and then, didn't you?"

Troy stretches an arm up and out, then brings it down and joins Carrie in stroking her boobs and playing with her nipples. Carrie shivers; she's gotten herself worked up talking about this and she's extremely sensitive.

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At first, she was just playing along with you. She figured she'd meet up with Troy, flirt with him for a while, invite herself back over to his house, give him the blowjob of a lifetime and head back home to you that night with a few pictures, a great story, and dirty intentions.

Then Troy threw such a curveball at her with his forged phone call. She even believed it for a moment, at first, until she got over her surprise and called you. She felt such a mixture of relief and shock while she was on the phone with you.

Carrie had met with, and slept with, many manipulative men in her life. You are, in fact, such a breath of fresh air; you're honest, kind, reliable, and always game for fun.

But Troy reminds her of some of the fun times she's had in the past. When you suggested that she go further, she didn't need to be asked twice. Honest, kind, reliable, and fun are all great, but sometimes a girl just wants to go home with the bad boy and break the rules. And if she's already breaking the rules, who cares about her curfew, really?

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Carrie lifts her leg up over Troy's cock and spins into a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. She grasps the base of his cock in her hand. Her fingers don't reach all the way around. You're not working with a toothpick, but you're no Greek God. What she has in her hands right now... this man is no God, but he certainly is a Hero. This is another experience I haven't had for quite some time.

"He never did get laid, you know. Not while you two," Carrie places air quotes around the last word, " 'competed.' "

Troy bursts out into laughter. "Really? Never?!"

Carrie shakes her head, rocking his cock back and forth with her hand in the opposite direction, running her tongue across it as her head and her hand passed one another. She joins in on his mocking laughter. "Haha. Never. Not once. He was pretty **** by the end. Can you imagine?" She licks up from the base of his cock to the head.

"Poor little Johnny. I truly didn't know; I was just having fun. Reminding him that life isn't fair."

"For three years? You guys didn't fight in high school or anything?"

"Ha. No, I have no idea where he's from. I didn't know much about him except that I felt like being an asshole and he was a soft target. I guess he was kind of like a side project during school."

Carrie feels the slickness between her thighs as she leans forward and takes the head of Troy's cock into her mouth. A side project! He didn't even know who John was during school? And this is the man John begged her to cheat with?

Let's do this, then.

Carrie lifts her head. Troy is watching her work between his legs with interest. "Why don't you give me YOUR side of the story, stud? I'm all ears. I want to know what I'm in for."