Hot Summer Job/Let Carrie ravage you in the kitchen

You're over the shock but you'd still rather let Carrie lead. She knows what she wants and you're more than happy to let her take it.

Carrie presses herself against your chest, still craning her neck upwards to kiss you. She pins you against the counter, her hands roaming your body. You rest your hands gently on either side of her well toned waist. Just feeling her bare skin is exciting, but Carrie's voraciousness is so hot.

Slowly you drift one hand down onto her hip. Your other hand moves upwards, your palm rubbing up her bare side until you hit her tube top. Your soft caress of her figure only drives Carrie wilder. Her fingers are suddenly in your hair, the tip of each one pressing its way across your scalp. Suddenly her hand clenches, clutching the hair at the back of your head to pull you down and kiss you even harder. And you're definitely harder. A fact she discovers when her other hand begins massaging you through your jeans.

Curiously Carrie freezes. She drops back onto her heels and studies your blissful expression.

"Riley... how old are you?"

You stand stupefied. Is she going to stop just because you're underage? You open your mouth to respond but she stops you.

"Don't. Don't answer that..."

When her tongue pushes past your lips its as if nothing happened. It seems her conscience almost stopped her, but you're glad lust took over again.

Carrie's fingernails are tracing the outline of your cock as she gropes you. With her amazing grip of your meat through the leg of your jeans it's only fair that you reciprocate. Dipping down to the front of Carrie's shorts you blindly rub along her seam and zipper. She moans in approval but you can't really feel anything beneath your fingers besides denim. After a minute of frustration, which only builds as Carrie continues to make out with you and manipulate your cock, you can't just grope blindly anymore. Instead you blindly fumble with the button of her shorts.

Clearly frustrated by your fumbling, Carrie pulls back again. But this time she's all business. She opens up the front of her jean shorts in dramatic fashion then violently strips you out of your jeans, ducking down to pull them off your ankles.

"That's much better..." she says in a sultry voice as she slides her way up your body. Her hand returns to your cock in short order, but this time over the much thinner material of your boxers. Your hands dip inside Carrie's shorts eagerly, one down the front and the other onto her spectacular ass. You push the shorts down with the back of your hands to make some room to work.

"What are you doing?"

Dammit Larissa...

• Push Carrie away and act natural
• Tell Larissa exactly what you're doing
• Let Carrie handle this