Behind me, I heard Slick unzipping his jeans, but my focus stayed on Carrie. Her fingers trailed down my curves, tracing my hips before slipping between my thighs. I gasped sharply as she rubbed me through the thin fabric of my panties, her touch teasing, skilled, and full of intent.

“You really are as beautiful as he said,” she murmured, her breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “No wonder he talks about you so much.”

I barely had time to respond before she hooked her fingers under the lace and slid my panties down, leaving me completely exposed. Her hand returned, fingers gliding directly over my...