Making plans with Gary

Carrie let out a low sigh after sending it, along with muttering what sounded like 'can't believe I fucking did that' and silence after. That silence was broken by you finally starting the car to drive home, and then Carrie finally speaking up.

"This is what you wanted right? Like you're enjoying this?" she asked, shifting in her seat slightly. The response that you let out was instant and without an ounce of hesitation.

"Yes! You're so fucking good at this and it's really hot. I know it's weird but I'm definitely beyond enjoying it."

With that admission swirling in her mind, Carrie looked off into space for a few seconds, shifting her gaze to the phone in her hand as she saw Gary typing his response. You'd confirmed it, she should continue, you were getting what you wanted so why should she stop now.

Carrie giggles at the message, shaking her head slightly and muttering 'so insanely gross'. Right as you pulled up to a red light Carrie shows the message to you, and before she could even respond another comes in from the ever eager Gary.

You continue the drive home as Carrie shifts in her seat, squirming more than usual while she explains his message.

"He wants us to come over to his house tomorrow. To hang out. He's not really asking or giving us a choice, so dominant," she said. Your cock twitched at her strange word choice, but Gary always was a demanding man.

"I'd love to, I mean, what's the worst that can happen?" you said.

"I dunno, he might murder you and kidnap me and make me his permanent sex slave," she said. There was a breathiness in her voice as she joked about it, clearly teasing you.

"He does seem like the type," you joked back, "but if I go out seeing you dressed like that, I can die a happy man."

With both of you relaxed and joking, she replied to him and confirmed it.

Carrie was still fidgeting, you'd swear she was actually excited and eager for his response, but shrugged that off as just her doing a good job of teasing you.

"He's so fucking objectifying! Calling my breasts big and juicy, talking about them jiggling and just...fuck!" Carrie said, not realizing she was still doing her breathy teasing voice. "I just...don't understand...how he thinks that a woman would like being talked to so...mhm..."

Carrie trailed off, her left hand holding her phone to type a response and her right hand resting in her crotch.

"We're doing it. It's happening. Tomorrow we go to his weird fucking house and I guess I tease him some more. It'll be fun," she said, another tiny sigh as you got close to your house.

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