Ethan And Carrie Ch 04

Ethan was on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV when Carrie got home.

"Hi Ethan," she said and tossed her books on the dining room table. "I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't expect rehearsal to take so long."

Ethan got up and met her in the short hallway between the living room and the dining room.

"Hi," he said, smiling as he saw her. She was wearing a thin, cotton summer dress that almost could have been illegal. The V in the front was cut low to show off her cleavage and the bottom hung only halfway down her thighs but the most shocking thing about the dress was that he could practically see right through it. He had to concentrate and kind of look at her out of the corner of his eye, but he definitely could see her white bra and panties through it. He put his arms out and she stepped right into them and put her arms around his neck. "You look so beautiful." His hands settled on her trim waist just above her hips. He could smell a powerful, seductive odor and it took him a moment to realize it was from her. She was wet. He wondered how long she had been in that condition.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. She tilted her head up and kissed him. She pressed her body against his to make her intentions as obvious as possible. Her soft breasts flattened against his hard chest and she pressed the mound of her crotch against the rapidly growing bulge in his groin. He was surprised to feel how warm she was. Her lips smacked with his and she sighed softly.

"Happy to see me?" Ethan said.

Carrie giggled. "You could say that. Where's my Mom?"

"I think she's in the backyard."

"Good. Kiss me some more."

Ethan dropped his hands to her ass and plunged his tongue into her mouth until they heard the back door open. They broke apart instantly and tried to play innocent. Carrie's light cotton dress was terribly wrinkled in the front and the skirt part was caught in the crotch of her panties. She quickly straightened it before her mother saw her in that condition. Carrie pushed past Ethan to disappear in the living room.

Ethan realized she needed a little extra time, so for her benefit, he went into the kitchen to try to head off her mother.

"Hi," Ethan said.

"Hi," she said back, smiling brightly. She was dressed in shorts and a blouse with her hair pulled back and looked like a happy suburban housewife again. It was impossible to tell from her appearance the illicit, adulterous affairs she had committed with him not more than an hour ago. She stepped closer to him and the powerful odor of his own semen assailed him. The sperm he had left inside her had soaked through her whole body and radiated from her every pore. It was a phenomenon he had become quite familiar with in the women he had known, especially his sister, but he was afraid of the disastrous consequences if Carrie were to get close to her mother and realize the source of the odor.

"You look really cheerful," he said, searching for a conversation to keep her occupied for a few moments. At the same time, he was desperately trying to come up with a way to keep Carrie and her mother separated.

"So do you," Claudia said. "What have you got-" She stopped abruptly and she looked behind Ethan. "Hi Carrie."

"Hi Mom," she said. Ethan felt her hand on his waist and made room for her in the doorway.

"When did you get home?"

"Just a minute ago."

"Did rehearsals go long?"

"Yes, really long," Carrie said, looking at her mother with curiosity. "Mom, you look fantastic. You're glowing. Did you get a facial today?"

"No, nothing like that. I was just out in the sun most of the day."

"I haven't seen you look so good in a long time. What's that perfume you're wearing?"

"Well, it's been a long time ..." She looked at Ethan then at Carrie. He knew what she was almost going to say before she caught herself. He almost wished she had said it. "Since I got a chance to work on my flowers," she said instead. "Ethan was waiting for you for a long time. I told him to go home and wait for you to call when you got here, but he said he wanted to wait."

Ethan looked at Carrie. She was smiling at him.

"That's so sweet," Carrie said.

Suddenly Ethan hated himself for playing along with this lie. He loved Carrie too much to do this to her.

"So what are your plans tonight?" Claudia asked.

"I thought we'd go get something to eat and maybe see a movie," Ethan said, and now he was lying to her as well. What was happening to him. How could he be doing this? Why couldn't he just tell her the truth? She knew as well as he did, and just as much as Carrie that he had no plans to see a movie that night. He knew that even if he had, Carrie wouldn't be interested. All three of them knew they were going out that night to have sex somewhere. Why did it have to be a big secret between them?

"It's getting late. What time does the movie start?"

"Around nine," Ethan said. "We'll have plenty of time." His heart was pounding. This had never happened to him before. Every time he opened his mouth he was getting deeper and deeper into the lie and there was no reason for it at all. Why couldn't they all be honest with each other?

"Goodnight Mom," Carrie said and went to her to give her a kiss. "I probably won't see you when I get home tonight."

Her mother kissed her cheek and squeezed her tight, as if she was sending her off on some dangerous mission, which, in a sense, after her recent experiences with Ethan herself, she was.

Ethan was glad to finally be in the car. The lie wasn't over, but at least it was behind him for the moment. He had no idea what he was going to say to Carrie when she found out. He did know, however, that if she didn't find out on her own he was going to have to tell her himself, because he couldn't live with deceiving her.

Carrie had asked him a day or two before to take her to the A&W for dinner. She had not been there yet that year and she wanted to make sure she got a coney dog at least once. Both of them ordered footlongs, but Ethan got a large mug of rootbeer while Carrie got a large Black Cow, her favorite.

Watching her suck on the straw, Ethan decided he would not have anything to do with her mother ever again, it would be that simple. He would end everything with her and the lie would be over. Then he could go on loving Carrie for the rest of his life.

Her eyelids flickered and she looked at him. She smiled with the straw between her teeth. He noticed that she had removed her bra and changed her white panties to black ones. He could see her nipples through the thin fabric that was stretched across the points.

"What?" she said.

"You're so beautiful," he said with a most wondrous look in his eye. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Stop it," she said.

"It's true."

"I know." Ethan leaned across the car toward her. "What are you doing?" He puckered his lips and kissed her. She smacked his lips and smiled. He kissed her again. His hand reached across and squeezed her tit. She parted her lips. He opened his mouth and put his tongue inside hers. She moaned softly. She was squirming in her seat. He noticed again how warm she was all over.

"Are you okay?" he said.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You're burning up."

Carrie laughed. "I know, I can feel it, too. It's because of rehearsal today."

"What happened?"

"We rehearsed the kissing scene today."

"Ah," Ethan said, nodding his head. He remembered reading the kissing scene when she showed it to them. They had rehearsed it themselves for about two hours that night. He also remembered how nervous she was about doing it with her leading man on stage and in rehearsals.

Carrie sucked on her Black Cow. "I knew we were going out tonight, so I was already hot before rehearsals even began." She laughed again. "When I heard we going to do the kissing scene I knew I was going to be in trouble."

"Were you good?"

"I was very good. My panties were soaked before we got started. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who could smell it. Poor Todd Miner didn't know what hit him. I wonder what he's doing right now."

"Isn't he going out with Helen Sanders?" Ethan said.

Carrie laughed again. She was very obviously turned on and anxious. "Yeah. I bet they're screwing their brains out right now." She had straightened her legs out in front of her and spread her knees. Her ass was gyrating in small circles in the snug bucket seat. She laid her hand in his lap and discovered his penis long and stiff.

"Have you been hard since I got home?"

He shook his head. "I've had a woody all day, just like you, thinking about going out tonight."

Carrie was quiet for a moment. Her eyes looked down at her hand and her hand moved slowly over the lump of his shaft. Finally her eyes turned up to his.

"Let's go someplace romantic," she said softly. Desire glowed in her eyes like a beacon to her lover.

"Let me you to the lake where we can share our souls."

She smiled broadly and broke into a giggle. "Okay Romeo. Take me where you will. I'm yours. Do with me as you will."

Ethan turned the ignition key and the car fired to life with a loud rumble. "You should be careful who you say that to," he said.

She laughed as he whipped the car out of the spot like a bull out of a gate. "If I ever do make that mistake I know you'll be there to defend me." She wrapped her lips around the straw and hung on for her life.

Ethan's car rumbled quietly down the dark dirt path that was lined with tall, ancient trees that stood like soldiers guarding the path to the king's castle. In the dim moonlight they could see other cars scattered about the clearing, all dark and still. Carrie's hand was still in Ethan's lap. She was looking around the quiet clearing for a comfortable spot for them and taking the mysterious atmosphere of the place at the same time.

"Over there," she said, pointing to an open place by the edge of the lake. It was between some bushes and looked out on the water. From there they could see the reflection of the moon on the surface. Ethan pulled into the spot and they gazed in awe through the windshield up at the full, clear sky, which was covered with tiny specks of white light.

"It's beautiful," Carrie sighed.

Silently, Ethan was glad he had picked the right place to take her. More importantly, he was glad there were fewer cars here than he was expecting for such a gorgeous September night.

He heard footsteps in the bristly grass coming toward the car and rolled his eyes up. The last thing he needed was an interruption at that moment. If Carrie kept stroking him for much longer he was going to go off in his pants and that would be a waste of one hell of a good orgasm.

"Hey Ethan. What's up?"

Ethan looked up at Bobby leaning against the door of his car, poking his head inside with a big, goofy grin.

"What are you doing here?" Ethan said.

"Hey Carrie," Bobby said when he noticed her. She smiled back at him politely. "I came to look at the moon," Bobby said to Ethan.

"That's bullshit."

"You're right. It is. I'm here with Annette."

"Annette DeLoy?" Carrie asked.

"Yeah. She's got a serious crush on me." His eyebrows danced with excitement like only he could make them do. "What are you two doing here?" He looked down at Carrie's hand moving on the bulge in Ethan's pantleg. His eyebrows went up in surprise. "Are you gonna get it on?"

"Yeah, as soon as you split."

"Hey, that's cool. I didn't know you were doing it with Carrie. Way to go." He slapped Ethan on his shoulder.

"Fuck you, Bobby."

"You wish Ethan. You wish." Ethan glared back at him without speaking. "Okay, okay. I'm leaving. See you at practice tomorrow."

As soon as he was gone, Ethan and Carrie looked at each other for a moment then broke out laughing.

"That was so funny," Carrie said, covering her mouth with her hand.

Ethan had a hard time talking between his laughs. "Did you ... Did you hear what he said about Annette? Can you believe she has a crush on him?"

"No way," Carrie said. Her hands crawled back into his lap and began to unbuckle his belt. "Do you think they're really going to have sex tonight?"

He looked down at her small hands working at his waist. "I hope so. I think it would be good for both of them to get laid."

"Do you think he's a virgin?" Her fingers delicately worked the zipper down.

"I know he is." He was very tense with anticipation. The light pressure of her hands on his groin and penis made him flinch.

"What about Annette?"

"She acts like she is, but even if she isn't, getting laid might do her some good. She's way too uptight for her own good. Or anyone else's."

He lifted his ass off the seat to push his pants down his legs. Carrie slipped her hands in for his penis, too eager to wait until they were all the way down. She pulled it out and closed both hands around it like she was going to strangle it.

"Ethan, check that out," she said, looking out the window.

Ethan looked out the side window in the same direction she was looking. A short distance from them was another car highlighted in the moonlight, a red 1967 Mustang. It was parked facing away from them at an angle, but they could see right into the passenger's side window. A young woman with short, blonde hair was in the passenger's seat, facing the rear, moving up and down in a jerky, rhythmic motion. From what they could see of her, which was the top half of her torso, she was naked. Her plump, round breasts bounced like water balloons.

"Isn't that Beth Arieson?" Carrie whispered, as if they might hear her. She was leaning over his lap and peeking over the edge of the car door as if she was a private detective spying on somebody.

"Yeah," Ethan said. The distance and the dim light made it difficult to see into the car clearly, but he easily recognized Beth Arieson. He had never seen her naked, but her large tits were easily recognizable. He remembered back in eighth grade when she was flat chested and when they came back for the start of high school in the fall she had blossomed over the summer into a full grown woman, a very fully grown woman. There were many times when he wished for a chance to get to know her in that very position, but she was never willing to take him up on his offers.

"She's going out with Joe Stevelton, right?"

"Yeah," Ethan said.

"Is that Joe's car?"

"No." He shook his head.

"Do you know whose it is?" Carrie looked up at him. He looked down at her.

"Yeah. It's Mike Hollen's." He looked back at the car. Beth certainly looked great without clothes. "I helped him build it."

"What's she doing out with him?"

"I'm sure Joe would like to know that, too." She was quiet for a second and he looked back at her. She was glaring up at him like he had said something wrong.

"Are you going to tell him?" she said.

"No."

"Good, because you shouldn't." She looked angry, then her scowl faded to a smile. "Let me tell him."

She laughed and kissed him. He put his arms around her and hugged her tight. The sudden silence enveloped them like a thick blanket. Little sounds like the chirp of the crickets and the lap of the water against the shore of the lake sounded distant and unassociated, like they were coming from another room. Inside the car the soft smack of their lips echoed like exploding cannon shells in a mountain valley.

Ethan let his hand drift along her side, over her hip and down her thigh to the hem of her dress, where he brought it back up her supple, smooth-as-silk thigh under the fabric. His hand came back up to her hip and he squeezed the firm globe of her ass. She was squirming anxiously. The tips of his fingers worked under her panties and into the crack of her ass. He moved the soft pads of his fingers down along the cleavage where her cheeks came together until he reached the warm area between her thighs. She had soaked those panties as well. He lightly grazed his fingers over her warm, moist lips, increasing the intensity of her excitement.

Carrie stopped kissing him with a soft moan. She was breathing very hard and her face was flushed. She turned her attention back to his lap. His penis was very tall and very hard. The balls were as swollen as the head, which had turned a very deep purple, like it was going to burst.

All Ethan could see was the top of her head and all her gorgeous, silky hair draped over his lap like a sheet. Her tongue licked up from the base of his cock all the way to the head. It was almost unbearable for him. He felt her hand squeeze around the base and he felt her warm breath on the shaft, but he gasped in surprise when she closed her mouth around the head. Her tongue was working furiously around the side. Her cheeks were sucked in hard and she was bobbing her head rapidly but smoothly, just like her mother had just done earlier that afternoon. She was no longer timid and hesitant and clumsy. This must have been what her mother taught her.

"Oh man," Ethan groaned deeply. "I'm gonna cum real hard." His hips rose off the seat, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Her head rose with him to try to keep him from jamming down her throat but it slipped into the opening of her esophagus despite her efforts to prevent it. Ethan grunted and he orgasmed. She could feel his cock throb with her lips and tongue. Cum exploded from his cock like a water balloon filled with sperm had burst in her mouth. Much of it shot straight down her throat before she had a chance to swallow it. The rest filled her mouth rapidly and she had to swallow fast to keep up with it, since two squirts followed every mouthful she could drink.

Her left hand was squeezed around the shaft and she could feel every pulse of sperm that was sent up to the head and into her mouth. It continued unabated for an unreasonably long time. She feared he would drown her if it kept up like this. She knew she would be so embarrassed if she died and anybody found out she choked to death on Ethan's cum.

The gushing fountain finally slowed to a trickle and she was able to drink down the cum that had filled out her cheeks. It was a lot of cum even for Ethan. She sucked as she plopped it out of her mouth, like she was sucking on a popsicle, and licked her lips. At the corner of her lips was a single drop of cum. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smeared the drop across her cheek. "You did cum hard. Have you been saving it up all week?"

"I guess so," Ethan said, and gritted his teeth. The lie would not leave him alone. He was dying to come right out and tell her. What he and her mother had done excited him and he was sure it would excite her, too. If Carrie had given him another moment he would have told her about it, but she had another idea.

"Let's get in the back," she said, grinning.

"Okay," Ethan said. He stuffed his penis partway into his pants and they quickly climbed out of both sides of the car, folded the front seats forward, and climbed into the back. The back seat of the GTO provided a substantial amount of space for two people to learn carnal, intimate things about each other. Although this was not the reason Ethan had originally chosen this car, it had certainly turned out to be an unexpected bonus.

Carrie was immediately all over him again. He was practically pinned under her while she peppered his face and neck with kisses. It took a bit of effort before he finally managed to wrestle her onto her back across the wide back seat. She was panting wildly. Her eyes were glazed, looking up into his eyes with a deep stare. Her passion had turned to a fever and had taken control of her body. Instinctively, as soon as she was on her back, she spread her legs. The hem of her skirt hung at her knees and slid down her thighs, exposing her legs all the way to her panties.

"What are you gonna do?" she whispered breathlessly.

Ethan looked very determined, like he was totally focused for a big game. He, too was breathing hard, but he had no inclination to waste his breath on talk. He reached up under her skirt for her panties and pulled them down her legs. Carrie lifted her feet so he could pull them all the way off. She licked her lips in eager anticipation. Ethan set the damp panties on the front seat and turned his attention back to her. She was holding the edges of the seat and squirming her ass under her. Carrie looked good enough to eat, and that was what he was going to do.