No need to wait, Gary texts immediately

You head for the car, sitting in the front seat and Carrie slides into the passenger side. Before either of you can say a word about the rush of things that just happened, her phone dings with a notification. Not exactly a surprise, Gary was never one for patience or waiting, the perverted old fuck always did move fast.

She read it out loud to me, her voice slightly more breathy than I'd expect, particularly when the creepy old fuck talked about her 'growing curves'.

"God this is...does he think this kind of talk like, turns a woman on?" Carrie asks, but she's practically squirming in the front seat. It's only her playing along with things for you though, nothing about Gary could turn her on. Right?

Those thoughts fade as you find the words to reply to her, encouraging more.

"Just go with it. Act like it works on you. Just pretend that everything he does works on you," you said, and Carrie took a moment to think about that, processing it and giving a slight nod before typing back her reply.

Carrie showed you the message after sending it, and as you read it over the response from Gary came in quickly.

"What is WITH guys and wanting to know a woman's bra size!?" Carried asked, rolling her eyes and giggling after. She was oddly private about it, with you thinking back and trying to remember how long you were dating before she actually told you her size. For Gary though, it seemed her hesitance was gone as she quickly replied.

Gary immediately sent the gif from Hunger Games of Katniss volunteering as tribute. Then multiple messages.

"He's suuuuuuch a fucking perv!" Carrie blurted out. Then she looked at you, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Close your eyes babe. Until I tell you to open them."

You did as she asked, and you heard rustling. Shifting from the passenger seat, fabric moving and then something hit your lap.

"Okay, open them," Carrie said. You did, opening slowly and looking down, where Carrie's bra sat. Your eyes lingered on it for a few seconds, realizing what she had done.

Looking over at the woman that would be your future wife, she now sat in just her tank top. No bra, nipples clearly hard and poking through, tits looking phenomenal as they always did, but now more clear than ever. Carrie had her phone in hand, taking a selfie. She gave the tank top a slight tug down, pale cleavage on display as she took the picture, then typed out a message.

Wait. Did she seriously just send that!? And without Gary even asking?

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