October is a rather majestic time of year in New York State's Hudson Valley region, when the foliage explodes in a cacophony of amber hues.
Most people, when they think of autumn and picturesque little villages where the leaves are on full display, envision New England. And there is certainly a lot of truth to that. But, Dutchess County could definitely give New England a run for its money, to be damn sure.
Nestled within that county, among the rolling hills and abundant countryside, was a little village situated along the border with Connecticut. And within that little farming community lived Carrie Barlow - the subject of our story.
Carrie, or Carrie Anne as her parents insisted on calling her, was a sweet and vivacious young lady who was well known by everyone in her little corner of the world. Although, to be honest, most people in their farming community were known by all. It was one of the great things about living there...and one of the worst.
For our gal Carrie, she was the all-American girl next door - polite and decent, genuine and honest. What you saw was what you got. It's the principal reason why - as things began to develop for her that autumn - nobody ever suspected anything sinister. The thought was too unimaginable to give it any credit.
Carrie had just begun her senior year of high school and, coincidentally, had recently discovered her body. It seems that up until her 18th birthday, Carrie had never really paid any special attention to her figure. It was just something that existed - either to look at while deciding what to wear in the morning, or something to clean in the shower.
But everything changed quite suddenly and quite by accident one evening in the bathtub when her ass slid across the bottom as she sat down. Up came her legs and, with them, her beautiful pink pussy to make direct contact with the gush of running water pouring out of the spout.
Her body reacted automatically and instantly to the wonderful new sensation pounding her midsection - and Carrie hadn't been satisfied until she had rubbed one out, culminating in a powerful orgasm.
After that, Carrie eagerly embraced a world of self-pleasure beyond her own personal efforts - something she had been practicing for quite some time anyway. Instead, she began desperately trying to recreate the feeling she had experienced in the tub. Sad to say, she was mostly rewarded with a whole lot of feeling warm but hardly any orgasm. Certainly nothing like she had experienced in the bathtub...not that it stopped her from repeatedly trying.
As these things tend to go, it was shortly after her bathroom escapade that Carrie enjoyed two surprising sexual encounters which further revealed secrets she had only ever dared to imagine previously. Perhaps what was not surprising was that they happened with people she had known for practically her entire life.
The first was with Tommy McCain, the neighbor boy and fellow classmate who had lived next door to Carrie since birth. He often stopped by her house after school to work on the vintage blue metallic Dodge Challenger that was parked in her garage.
Being an only child - and a girl at that - Carrie had no interest whatsoever in cars or anything mechanical for that matter. As a result, her dad had developed a close bond with Tommy over the years and the two of them would tinker around for hours in the garage.
When Carrie greeted Tommy at her front door one day, dressed only in a flowery fleece robe, his reaction was...noticeable. It was the first time in her life that she had ever knowingly observed this kind of immediate physical and outward reaction from someone. Or, maybe it was the first time she had ever really paid attention to it.
The result was that she loved it. Carrie had never realized before just how much she could influence the reactions of others - or, more precisely, how her body could influence others. It was an important lesson - one in which she would only expand upon in the coming years and take full advantage of.
In more ways than one, Carrie lost her innocence that day. Not only was a new awareness of her body recognized but, unable to contain her burgeoning curiosity, she lost her virginity to Tommy. It proved to be an afternoon neither of them would ever forget, and they swore to keep it secret - mostly because Tommy had a girlfriend and, also, because it was something so wonderful for both of them that they wanted to keep it to themselves.
Some things are simply too good, too special, to share and this had been one of them.
Coincidentally, at the end of that same week, Carrie found herself in the back of her best friend Alison's truck drinking vodka out of a cranberry juice container. This led to the girls masturbating together, something they had never done before. Very quickly, things escalated as they licked each other's pussies and finger-fucked one another until orgasm.
Like her encounter with Tommy a few days prior, this was a whole new experience for Carrie and, similarly, was something she not only thoroughly enjoyed but it piqued her curiosity for more. It was as if her body, having been dormant her whole life, suddenly woke up and ignited.
So...you might be wondering how, exactly, does a charming and delightful young lady like Carrie Barlow become a slut since, let's be honest here, that's what her story is all about. Certainly a couple unexpected sexual encounters does not make one a slut. That was just the beginning.
Those first two encounters planted the seeds that would grow - very quickly - into something much bigger. An insatiable desire for sex. Any sex - any way she could get it - from anyone willing to give it. The time had come for Carrie to expand her horizons - to look beyond what she had done to find new opportunities wherever they might present themselves.
The problem was that Carrie didn't quite know how or where to begin and her frustration started to grow. There were plenty of guys in her senior class who would be willing to mess around, no doubt about that. But, boldness had never quite been her style. That was something she would have to change, and damn fast, if she ever hoped to have some fun.
She was expressing all of this to Alison on a Saturday night in the middle of October, several weeks after their sexual dalliance in the back of Alison's truck. This time, they sat on Alison's full-size bed talking, sans alcohol, which was more typical of their many Saturday nights together throughout the years.
Alison had been divulging all kinds of information about what she had been doing with Ryan Keiler, a senior classmate of theirs who she had recently begun hooking up with on occasion. They met frequently in the second floor loft of one of the barns on her farm, where they satisfied their growing sexual appetite.
As Alison continued to believe that Carrie was still a virgin, she felt the need to explain about giving blowjobs and the taste of cum, and the feel of a hard cock as it slipped in and out of her wet hole until an inescapable orgasm brought about sweet satisfaction.
"It's so much fun, Carrie!" she concluded excitedly, smiling broadly at her friend.
After listening to everything her best friend had been doing with Ryan, Carrie's annoyance with her own situation intensified.
"Damn it!" she cried. "I need someone like that. Someone to play with!"
Alison looked at her with exasperation. They had been down this road before. "Look, Carrie...you're gonna have to make the first move and just ask someone." She reached out and squeezed her friend's hand. "I know you like to play shy, that's your style. I get it. But, well...then you're not gonna get laid. Guys are never going to approach you if you act like an ice cube. And besides, they all think you're too nice anyway and would probably never have sex anyway."
"I know," she answered dejectedly. "If they only knew! It's like my body is on fire. I'm horny all the time and I can't stop touching myself. I want to fuck somebody."
"Yeah," Alison replied sympathetically. "I know you do. Everyone I know - except for you - has had sex. Well, maybe Amanda Donahue is a virgin too. But that's because she's a bitch and nobody wants to fuck her."
Naturally, Carrie had never told her best friend about Tommy, and had no intention of doing so, which is why Alison continued to believe Carrie was a virgin. She could go on thinking that as far as Carrie was concerned. But, that still didn't alleviate her current predicament.
"Well, I'm not a bitch," Carrie stated, although it was unnecessary. It was obvious to them she clearly wasn't and never had been. "Imagine what they would think if they knew what we did in the back of your truck."
Alison nodded her head and expressed enthusiasm. "Exactly! But...nobody would ever believe it." She looked over at her friend with a doubtful expression.
"Well, then help me. I honestly don't know what to do," Carrie asked pleadingly.
Raising an eyebrow and looking at Carrie mischievously, Alison said, "Are you sure you want my help?"
Focusing intently on her friend, it was clear she already had something in mind. "Yes. I'm serious." Swiveling around on the bed to face Alison, she waited eagerly for her friend to divulge whatever secrets she was harboring.
