Carrie and Me
by Snowfall 
E-mail: winters@mailcity.com


	Carrie was beautiful that night.

	I looked at her and couldn't keep my eyes of her. Her dress was a
strapless red satin number that matched perfectly with her fiery red hair. She 
wore her hair up so it showed a lot of her flawless cream skin. She never wore
jewelry because they made her itch, but tonight she had one around her finger
that could easily have been worth more than the crown jewels. She was engaged
to Jack something-or-other, and she was radiant. 

	I was her confidant, her bosom buddy, her pal, but why couldn't I feel
happy for her. I had nothing against Jack personally, even if he was a creep.
If I had seen him first I would probably be in her shoes now. Then again they
were MY shoes she was wearing. Maybe I was jealous cause I couldn't find anyone
as nice as Jack. No, I take that back Kevin, my current beau was nice, too
nice.

	I clicked my heels and charged into the lions den. Time to meet the
happy couple.

	"Hi, Carrie." I said with a little more vim than I intended.

	She spun around, long hair swaying gracefully, and smiled at me. "When
did you get back?" She said. "Why didn't you call? How did you find the suite?
How are you?"

	"Oh forget the pleasantries and give me a hug." I said as I reached for
her hands.

	We hugged. She smelled wonderful. If it was possible for someone to
smell happy, she did. I squeezed her tightly one last time before we broke.

	She called to Jack. She wanted us to meet. Damn. I smiled as pleasantly
as I could. We made small talk as Carrie did her rounds as hostess. He talked
about hew she talked about me, how he always wanted to meet me, and how I was
finally here. I lied about how wonderful it was for them to be together, how
when Carrie and I were room mates I had always hoped she would meet the right
one, and how good they looked together. Then we were  out of topics. We stood
there laughing falsely and pretending to find each other amusing, till I
decided
to get some more punch. He offered to do it, but I insisted otherwise. I wasn't
the lest bit thirsty, but my throat was a bit sore. When I got to the punch
bowl, I got two cups. If I was going to go through with this, I was going to be
drunk.

	Sometime later Carrie and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen.

	"They're all Jack's friends. Business partners and such." she sighed.
"The old farts better leave soon, before I throw them out."

	I laughed. "Awww, the poor little rich girl cant take it."

	It was her turn to laugh "We're not rich. Just financially-gifted, and
happy to boot." Then she became serious. "At least for now." She said with a
sad look in her eye.

	Then I realized she wasn't the least bit happy. Not even remotely
excited. I should have guessed sooner, but she was such a good actress, she
always was. "Trouble in paradise?"

	She forced out a laugh. Then what I said finally sank-in, and she
laughed for real. "Oh no, nothing like that, we're fine."

	I could never tell if she was acting.

	She continued. "I just miss us. I mean we were always happy. We always
had fun and..." she became more silent. "...with him, One minute I'm up, the
next minute I'm down. Between that I have to be the caring wife, concerned and
always ready to listen, and we're not even married yet." She looked at me with
her deep green eyes. "I really, really  miss you." She finished.

	"I miss you too Carrie..." I said truthfully. I hugged her again.
"...a lot"

	"Why can't it be like before?" she cried on my shoulder. "Why can't we
just go back to our old apartment, play scrabble, throw caution to the wind,
and
be happy."

	"Because we are happy Carrie." I started to cry too. "We're just too
crazy to know it." I held her in front of me and wiped her tears "Besides, They
tore the old place down, and built a parking lot. So we can't very well throw
caution to the wind, play scrabble, and be happy in the middle of a parking
lot.
Can we?"

	She smiled. "We can try."

	I smiled.

	Then out of impulse, I kissed her. Maybe, I just wanted to say goodbye.
Maybe, I was just trying to tell her it would be all right. But, maybe, maybe
it
meant more than just that.

	I did it though, and she did it back. I don't know how long we stood
like that, lips locked, arms around each other, but we both knew it wasn't long
enough. She held me tightly and lifted me atop the tiled sink table.

	She kissed me harder, more passionately than before. Her soft lips
tasted like champaign. I felt her hands behind me, and her breasts in front of
me. Her hard nipples pushed their way through her dress and I could feel them
touching mine. I could feel her heart beat faster as she pulled me closer
still.
My legs wrapped instinctively around her waist. I felt one of her hands move
down to my thighs and slip into my dress and caress my ass. I weaved my hands
through her hair feeling its satin texture slip through my fingers.

	I helped her remove my straps, as my lips kissed her neck. I held on to
the edge of the table as she slipped me out of my gown, revealing me inch by
inch, leaving me naked. When it was off, I grabbed her, and kissed her again.
My fingers reached for her zipper and pulled. Her dress fell to the floor and
she kicked it aside.

	There we were. I was on the sink table, and she was on me. Both naked
except for our stockings, my  jewelry and her blasted ring.

	Carrie started sucking on my tits, as I ran my fingers down her back. I
could feel her tease me with her teeth as she bit my nipples. I felt her tongue
outline my areola. I was getting really wet. Her hands found her way into my
cunt. I felt her fingers inside me. They moved in and out in an ever increasing
tempo. Her ring grazed the inside of my pussy walls. It felt exquisite in
contrast to the smoothness of her fingers. It played around inside me and gave
me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. I squeezed my breasts to the rhythm of
her
fingers. I was about to cum so I stood up from the table. I swung her around
and
put her in my place.

	She looked beautiful siting there, sweat running through her body, her
pussy lips quivering with anticipation. With my hands I grabbed her ass, and
stuck my head between her legs. I licked her protruding clit, sending shivers
up
Carrie's body. Then I plunged my tongue into her, making her moan softly.

	I loved the taste of her cunt. I drank the sweet juices that flowed from
within her. I wondered if her husband-to-be had ever done this to her. If he
ever did I knew I could do better. With that in mind my cunt sucking became
more
vigorous. I had a mission. I realized why I hated Jack so much. I wanted Carrie
all to myself, and tonight she was mine all mine.

	Her hands pressed my head closer, forcing me to go in deeper. She
couldn't stop herself as her moans got louder and louder. I could feel her body
start to stiffen, I knew she was about to cum. One hand held my head in place,
and the other held on to the counter for dear life. Then she let lose a flood
of
juice to my face, as her body stiffened to a pose.

	Then she relaxed. She looked at me with a tired expression as if she had
just run a marathon. Then she inhaled deeply, squared her shoulders and worked
on me.

	Back on the sink counter top, she let her hands run across my belly,
into my pussy. She was about to put her head between me, when she stopped. I
was
worried she would stop permanently, but then she looked at me as if she had an
idea then kissed me full on the lips. I knew she could taste her own cum as our
lips touched. I felt her arm grab something beside me.

	Then I saw it. She had taken the spray from the sink faucets. It was
long for a sink faucet spray. Nearly 9 inches long, not to mention nearly 2
inches thick. She rubbed the makeshift dildo on top of my cunt, but never
entering. It felt nice. Then she let lose a spray of water, wetting my already
drenched pussy. I felt its warm spray tickle my clit. It was wonderful. I shut
my eyes as she plunged it into me. She played with me, as she kissed my neck. I
couldn't stand it was so good. Deeper, then out, still deeper then out. I was
getting so horny I was ready to cum. Carrie then let lose a spray of water
inside of me. It filled me up like nothing I had ever felt before. It brought
me down from my peak, but that was what Carrie wanted. she repeated this over
and over. Bringing me up then letting it loose. Until finally I came.

	My body shaked uncontrollably. Carrie removed the nozzle from my aching
cunt. It felt like a dam had burst inside of me as I sprayed the water she had
put into me. Carrie drank me, every drop.

	I sank into the counter totally wasted. Carrie sat herself beside me.

	For a while we were silent. Each not wanting to spoil the moment. Until
Carrie finally said something.

	"Why didn't we do this sooner?" she asked. "What do we do now?"

	I didn't reply. I didn't have to.

	It has been three years since that day. Sometimes I wonder what Jack and
his associates thought when they saw two really gorgeous, satisfied, drenched
women walk out of his party, or how we were able to squeeze his expensive
engagement ring through that thick long faucet spray.