Yes

She was too confused and needed answers badly.

"Hey, babe."

"Hey, John... can we talk?"

"Of course! What's going on?"

Carrie's confusion grew. There was no guilt in your voice, no concern that you had been found out.

"Troy said he called you."

"Umm... nope, I don't think he has this number."

"He said he did and let me listen. It sounded like you were having sex."

"That certainly didn't happen. Did he say it was me?"

"It sounded like you."

Silence. She was bracing for your confession, that all this had been a trick.

"Damn him. It was Alex, that bastard."

"Who?"

"Alex... remember the time I told you Troy and his friends almost got me kicked out of chem lab? Alex and I sound a lot alike and it didn't take much for him to sound just like me."

"Oh, I do remember you talking about that... so Troy lied when he said you were a playboy in college?"

"Yes - I didn't have sex for nearly three years."

"John, I'm so sorry- Troy seemed so much nicer than you described him, and when he told me stories of you having three or four girls at a time... I guess I was afraid I wasn't enough for you."

"Carrie, babe, you're in the house of my bully to fuck him because it makes me horny as hell. You're enough for ten of me."

Carrie's demeanor had shifted from hurt and fearful to angry but horny. "God, you're right. He's a fucking dick for trying to drive us apart. Oh! How bad do you want me to cuck you?"

"Fuuckkkk-"

"I'm going to play along with Troy, act like I'm heartbroken and want '****' on you. How about I get him to invite this Alex over to double-fuck me?"

"Shit!"

"Did you cum? Did the idea me hate-fucking your bullies get you off? Don't hurt yourself this weekend; it's going to be great!"