Carrie's eyes blinked open. The bright sun lit the whole room. I took her a moment to realize she was lying in her parent's bed. She rolled on her side and looked at Ethan as he slept, remembering fondly what had taken place in this bed long into the night. The belts and torn nylons and the towel he used as a blindfold and the jar of Vaseline were still scattered around the room, on the bed and on the floor.
She glanced at her father's clock radio. It read 12:30. That would explain why the room was so bright.
Ethan looked so innocent when he slept. It was difficult to believe all the lewd, sexy ideas that ran through his head. Carrie felt the ache between her legs and grinned. Maybe it wasn't so difficult after all.
His chest moved with his slow, regular breathing. The air from his breath swirled the hairs on his hard pectorals. Even as he slept, Carrie remarked, his muscles were rigid, like hard wood under his skin. She wanted to touch him. She loved to touch him. She loved to feel his muscles bulge and rippled under her fingertips.
She closed her eyes, remembering how he took his clothes off piece by piece the night before. She licked her lips at the thought of his body touching her's. She touched his shoulder. His muscles were like cords beneath his skin. He stirred and opened his eyes, blinked a few times, rubbed them sleepily, and looked at Carrie.
"Hi," she smiled.
"Hi," Ethan mumbled. He looked around like he was trying to remember where he was and how he managed to get there. "What happened?"
"Don't you remember?"
Ethan thought for a moment, staring into space. "Oh yeah," he said. He lifted the sheet and looked under it. "I thought that was going to fall off. I don't think it's ever done so much work before." He looked back at Carrie. "How about you? Are you okay?"
Carrie rubbed her right wrist. "I'm still sore in some places, but nothing a hot shower wouldn't fix." She leaned close to him and licked his ear.
"A shower? A shower sounds great." He licked his lips. His whole mouth was dry and tasted horrible. He hoped she didn't try to kiss him. She might lose her appetite for breakfast.
"Good," she whispered in his ear. "If you wash my back, I'll wash yours."
His eyebrows went up. "Deal."
She rolled out of her side of the bed, pulling the sheet with her and draping it about her lithe body like a summer gown. Ethan watched her scamper out of the room. She looked so happy. He couldn't believe he was betraying her like a second rate crook. Shaking his head in disgust with himself, he lifted himself out of the bed.
Carrie reached in past the shower curtain and twisted the hot water knob. She turned around as Ethan came into the bathroom. Carrie grabbed him and pulled him close to her for a deep kiss. She tilted her head to the left, put her right arm over his shoulder, her left arm around his waist, and hooked her right leg around his left leg. He put his hands on her waist. Her tongue touched his lips and his penis pressed against her crotch.
Her lips were so tender and soft, like the petals of a rose. When he kissed her he sometimes felt like he had to be extra careful not to damage them. They parted, allowing his tongue to pass between them and find her tongue waiting. Her right hand stroked up the back of his neck into his hair. Her left hand reached around and squeezed his butt.
Clouds of steam billowed out from the shower, swirling around their clinging bodies like a romantic fog. They were covered with sweat and drops of moisture. Ethan squeezed her body close to his, rubbing the thick shaft of his organ along her wet groove.
"Mm hm," Carrie moaned. Her hand slipped down between their sticky bodies for his hard penis. She held it against her slit and moved her hips back and forth over it.
"I can't believe everything you did last night didn't wear you out."
"Would you believe I can't either?"
"No," she giggled.
She astounded him again. This woman was sexy and erotic, so unlike the demure young girl he thought she was. There was something special about this sex-mad wild woman he really liked. She responded so enthusiastically to being tied up last night, not like most girls who panicked when he even suggested the idea. The only thing he hadn't done was break in her back door. He decided that if she got into the shower with him he was going to fuck her ass. It was the best time to introduce her to the experience. A soapy shower would make the first penetration so much easier.
He reached back and took her hand off his ass. "We're going to run out of hot water," he said.
"Oh. Right," she giggled, and released his pole. The top side of it was covered with her juices.
Ethan adjusted the water and stepped into the shower. Carrie put her hand in Ethan's and stepped daintily into the tub. She was overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation. It was as if they were entering a secret hideaway they shared. They were going to have sex here.
Ethan held both of her hands and kissed her. They stepped carefully on the slick tub surface. Ethan turned her like a dancer so that she was under the shower spray. Carrie tilted her head back and wet her hair down.
* * * *
Debbie parked in front of the house. Ethan's car was there. He must have stayed the night, she thought. Carrie had changed a lot since Ethan took her cherry. If she wasn't careful, Carrie might outdo her as the school slut, Debbie laughed. At least Carrie had been to bed with the one guy she always wanted, and that made her envious.
She tried the doorbell and waited. No one answered. The door was open, so she went in.
"Carrie?" she said, and listened for a response. The only thing she heard was the shower from upstairs. Maybe she would just wait in Carrie's bedroom.
At the top of the stairs she stopped. The bathroom door was open a crack. Steam trickled out and licked the ceiling. She could hear voices from inside. She went closer, craning to get her ear closer without accidently pushing the door open. She clearly heard Carrie moan Ethan's voice and her mouth fell open.
"Be gentle, Ethan," Carrie said.
"I will," Ethan replied.
