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leaned back in his car seat. Damn, had his best friend really just turn him on? Turned him on to the point that he was still hard and aching with need. He laughed again. Then mumbled to himself, "So Carrie, you want to play games. I'll show you how this game is played. Game on!"
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    “Ah. No.” Carrie’s life was an awful, shitty mess. She woke up with a fucking excruciating pounding headache. She felt emotionally numb and vulnerable as the reality of the entire situation hit her like a train plowing into a moving car, fast and fierce. She desperately wanted to drift off into a deep, coma-like sleep, one that would last for at least a year, and pretend as if the last several hours had never occurred. Just as she was about to close her eyes, the sound of her blaring alarm clock caused her to roll over in her bed. She placed her fluffy, down pillow over her ears and tucked her comforter over her head. When she realized the sound wasn't fading, she sat up and slammed her hand on the clock and quickly decided she needed to take the day off. There was no way she could concentrate on the fundamentals of addition and subtraction with a bunch of high energy children after what had occurred in Dylan's car the night before. Not to mention, she needed to iron out all the details for the wedding. Her arranged marriage.
    Sighing deeply, Carrie realized she had one day until her big day and so much to do to get ready. The night before, Katie had sent her a checklist of items and the first one on the list was to meet her at a local bridal shop to find the perfect dress. Her wedding dress.
    She quickly dialed Charleston Elementary, where she held the position as lead fourth grade teacher, and informed the principal that she needed to take a few days off because she was getting married. Ms. Thompson, her principal, was elated at the news but obviously shocked because it was well-known that Carrie hadn't dated anyone in years. Of course, she conveniently left out the part that she was marrying her best friend, one of the richest men in the south, and the country for that matter, and only for a year. Some details weren't worth sharing.
    After Carrie hung up the phone, she dragged herself into her shower and allowed the hot steamy water to fall effortlessly over her needy flesh. As the water washed away her worries she allowed her magical fingers to move to her special section to release the tension that was building below.
    “Ahh,” she moaned and quivered as soon as her fingers invaded her desperate pussy. Her virgin mind was immediately flooded with thoughts of Dylan nibbling on her neck and almost tasting her throbbing buds. The fresh, vivid images from the night before danced in her mind causing a frenzy of emotions to wash over her. The more she imagined, the hotter she became.
    Clawing and pulling, Carrie touched herself with deep urgency. She became so aroused and excited that she sighed and called out Dylan’s name as she relaxed into her deepest desires. Her hands quickly trailed over her lips, across her neck and then to her full breasts. Carrie then pressed and tugged at her nipples, screaming and whimpering his name in delight until…
    Her shower door flew open.
    It was Dylan.
    He stood there wide eyed and readily watching his best friend pleasure herself. His eyes swiftly trailed down to her midsection, where her right hand was still safely tucked between her thighs, providing herself with unthinkable pleasure.
    “Dylan, it’s not what you think!” The look on his face told her that he knew and heard everything.
    Standing there completely naked, dripping wet, Dylan surveyed his future wife's horny body. From head to toe, he visually feasted on her curves. Curves, he didn't even knew existed. Curves that were deeper than The Nile River. Curves that he wanted to explore. How had he missed each tempting bite for nearly twenty years? Damn him.
    Carrie stood there in shock. She wanted to scream and force him to look away but