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feeling was exhilarating. So much so, that Carrie quietly purred like a cat in heat.
    The sexual chemistry and tension in the car was thick and palpable. Dylan took a deep breath and thought about releasing Carrie from his touch, but her skin was like a magnet drawing him in closer and closer. He panted as his lips trailed up and down her skin. The more he nibbled and feasted, the more he wanted. And, he was going to have more, much more . Next stop, her hypersensitive large breasts.
    Ah!
    Dylan tried to resist touching her tight, round buds, but he simply couldn’t. They were too erect to ignore. His ten inch cock instantly hardened and expanded the moment his hands reached its desired destination. The moment he pinched her nipples, Carrie's eyes opened wide. Dylan immediately froze. He didn't want to offend her so he nervously backed away.
    "Please Dylan, just touch them once. Please." She moaned in the moonlight.
    "You want me to play with, tease and suck your nipples?" He questioned with desire in his voice. Carrie didn't respond verbally but the slight arch in her back told him she was giving his full unprecedented access. Dylan immediately ripped the polka dot shirt open.
    She screeched with desire as he masterfully unclasped her thin lace bra and placed her two large perfectly round breast in his skillful hands.
    "Ah," he moaned as he lowered his head and he feasted on her right aching breast, then dined on her left one. Dylan was in heaven. He sucked and pulled, nipped and teased and flicked and tugged until her aching nipples were raw and hard.
    "Oh Dylan," she gasped in delight. "I need you. Please give me more." He obeyed by planting small, tender kisses on her lean stomach, then he pulled her jeans down slightly.
    She quivered and trembled in anticipation, but Dylan didn’t stop. He was determined to touch, tease and taste what was below. He wanted her warm, sweet liquids in his mouth, dancing around, giving him unthinkable pleasure.
    “Mmm, I want some of that.” He moaned as he ran his finger over her moist underwear. His cock was so hard he could have come instantly but he didn’t because he wasn’t sure if she was ready. The answer to that question came seconds later, when her sweet scent of arousal danced in his nostrils. Oh, she was aroused and ready for his deep, penetrating touch. They were like two teenagers making out after a Friday Night Football game in his car. Raw and ready.
    Reaching down lower, Dylan placed his hands on her waist and began to tug down her fitted jeans. Carrie let out a deep, throaty moan. The moment the sound escaped her lips she shot up in the seat.
    "Oh my goodness. Stop!"
    "Hormones again?" Dylan joked.
    A flushed face Carrie immediately grabbed her bra off the floor, pulled the center of her shirt together to cover her full bosom and then searched for Dylan's eyes. She expected to see a horrified expression on his face, but instead she saw something different. She saw a man in desperate sexual need. This couldn't be happening. Was her best friend actually turned on by her or was he simply trying to be nice? Carrie needed to get out of Dylan's car and get out fast.
    The last thing she needed was a sympathy make-out session from her best friend for agreeing to marry him. No, the conditions of their sexual arrangement needed to be on her terms and this wasn't what she had in mind. As much as she loved Dylan, she wasn't going to allow him to manipulate their relationship and water it down to nothing. No matter how horny she was, she had to stick to her perfect plan. A plan that would allow her to keep her best friend and have all the sexual trappings of an erotic relationship, for a year.
    "Sorry about all of this, Dylan. Yes, my hormones are all over the place. Let's just pretend this didn't happen, okay? I'll call you tomorrow so we can finalize the wedding plans." Then, she ran from the car.
    Dylan laughed as she bolted towards her apartment. Then he rubbed his head and