Chapter 2 of 3 - The New Story

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“That’s all very good. I’m almost impressed.” Mona sipped her bloody mary and looked across the table to Carrie with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“I’m telling you, it’s like he doesn’t even notice.”

“He notices, alright. It’s just that he doesn’t care. It’s purely Pavlovian. He engages in behavior he might find unusual or even embarrassing, but the orgasms are keeping the worry under wraps. When you’re getting what you want, it isn’t that hard to ignore the inconveniences.”

“He keeps this up, I won’t have to use the internet to get off anymore. He’s not exactly what I fantasize about, but he’s getting there.”

“And listen to you talking about getting off. When you start thinking from a sexual place, it doesn’t take long for taboos to become normal.”

“You’ve based a lot of your life on that philosophy I’ll bet.”

Carrie was smiling, but it wasn’t a joke. She wasn’t sure if Mona had come from a shoot or was simply expressing her more adventurous side, but she was decked out in polished leather pants and a top that lifted up her ample cleavage. With some long boots and spiked heels, she would have been at home in any fetishist’s fantasies. Her dark hair was dipped at the ends in a deep purple, which curled up in a 1950s style that provided a perfect, and enticing, contrast to her wardrobe.

Mona shrugged coyly and took another sip of her drink. “Are you ready for the next step?”

“I am. And I think Will is, too. Whether he knows it or not.”

“That’s the spirit.” Again, that cat-that-ate-the-canary grin from Mona. Carrie thought she might be getting as much enjoyment from this as Carrie was. “Now that he’s behaving more submissively, you need to push him further in that direction. Especially sexually, but you can begin to demand more of him. Whatever it is that you dream of, have him take the first steps toward that. I think you’ll be surprised how quickly he takes to it. Just be sure to reward him for his good behavior.”

Carrie nodded. “I’ll have to bring him around and show him off.”

“I am having a Halloween party. You should bring him, but only if you can get him to be the perfect girl for you. Your sexy submissive slut.”

Carrie laughed but shifted in her chair. Her pussy was frustratingly wet for a simple lunch. That was something she would have to have Will sort out for her.

Carrie waited in bed while Will finished the last of his nighttime rituals. She went first, naturally, and now waited for him in bed. She had planned for the evening, scripting just what she would say and how she expected the evening to go. It paid to be prepared.

Will wore only his usually boxers and an undershirt. Carrie noticed how thin his arms and legs were, how haphazard his motions were. He was gangly and awkward, traits that once appealed to her. Now she saw them as frustrating holdovers from a time before, when she was happy that any man might love her. In those days she was precious about her sexuality, but also eager to find a man who could hold her and keep her safe. These were the ideas of a child. As she neared middle age, she understood so much more. And seeing Will timidly crawl into bed beside her only stoked her hunger for something new.

“Will, honey?”

“Yes?”

He was settling onto his side, the position that signaled he was preparing for sleep.

“After all the fun you’ve been having, I was hoping I might have some fun, too.”

“Oh?” He propped himself up on his elbows and turned to face Carrie. “Did you have something special in mind?”

“As a matter of fact, I did.” Carrie nodded down and swept the sheets away from her legs. It was clears he wasn’t wearing underwear. “Maybe you could kiss me here. It’s been a long time.”

His hesitation lasted only a moment, and then he was easing his body down the length of their queen-sized bed, positioning himself between her legs.

“Take your clothes off, too,” she instructed. Will sat on his knees to remove his shirt and then engaged in a fumbling dance to remove his boxers without ever leaving the top of the bed. When he was done, he looked to Carrie for approval.

“Good,” she said. “Start slow. I’ll tell you when to speed up.”

As he was told, Will began with a pepper of kisses, and then his tongue ran the length of her slit. Carrie worried that he would be too eager, but he was patient with his tongue. Soon, she was opening for him, her wet petals spreading and her own lubrication blending with his saliva to coat her labia.

“Make little circles,” she said when the tip of his tongue brushed against her clit, and so he did. Once more, Carrie had to acknowledge his patience and how steady his probing tongue was against her button.

Carrie guided him with her hands now, holding the sides of his face while she bent forward, grinding her hips against his face. She opened her eyes to drink in the sight of her husband’s thin, pale body between her legs, his brushy brown hair tangled in her fists. She gasped, and he quickened his pace. She released his hair long enough to swat the back of his head, more forcefully than she initially intended. He corrected his motions and Carrie relaxed, riding his tongue.

“Faster,” she said, and Will complied. He was doing it just as she ordered. Later, Carrie thought it was his obedience as much as anything that sent her over the edge, releasing Will’s hair to throw herself back on the bed and twist her body as the orgasm flowed through her.

Will didn’t have to be told when his wife came. It was both obvious and a familiar-enough sight that he could plant a smattering of kisses against her pussy before he rose and resumed his place beside her.

“I love you,” he said.

“And I love you,” she answered. “Especially when you do so good for me. That was wonderful, baby.” And now the practiced moment. “I was wondering… no, it’s silly.”

“What?”

“You’ll laugh at me.”

“I can promise I won’t,” he said, turning to her and stroking her bare arm with the backs of his fingers. It was gentle and warm.

“I really like how you feel against me, but I am not a fan of all that hair. I know it’s unusual, but I was wondering if you’d shave for me. Just your chest and your legs.” She said the last dismissively, as if it didn’t include most of his body’s hair.

“Shave my legs? I wouldn’t even know how.”

“I can show you. But only if you want. I can promise you that if you do, I will definitely make it worth your while.” Carrie grinned at him, mustering her most coy expression. Will frowned and looked past her, clearly weighing the decision.

“You don’t have to say anything now. I know it’s a lot to ask. I’ve been enjoying how sexual we’ve been, that’s all. And I wanted to go a little further. But I’m fine with things as they are, too.” She allowed a little resignation to creep into her voice, enough that it would haunt Will. She knew enough about her husband to know that this was the thing that would follow him when he thought of that night. “It was really nice, honey.” She kissed him briefly on the lips and turned away, gathering the blankets for sleep.

Will didn’t know how Carrie readied him for his first foray into shaving his legs. For all he knew, this was all of his own volition, unaided by Carrie. In truth, she set the stage quite well. She ensured shaving gel was on the vanity between their two sinks, along with four women’s disposable razors. If he took to it, Carrie could find a more permanent solution, or perhaps waxing like she preferred. A little pain upfront, but the hairless effect was well worth the stinging sensation and the cost.

Carrie was sure to tell Will she as going to be doing some party planning with mona, which was entirely untrue. And it provided Will with the nighttime privacy he would need to be both bored enough and alone enough to entertain the crazy idea that he might actually shave his legs.

Once he was done with some web surfing, and had taken down a couple of his favorite beers left for him by Carrie in the refrigerator, his mind returned to their recent sexual escapades. It only took a third beer to convince him that shaving his chest wasn’t the craziest thing he’d ever done, especially if it meant more action like he’d been getting. He’d been having sex more often with Carrie in the last couple of weeks than they had in the last two years. And she was voracious, too.

That’s how he found himself standing shirtless before the mirror, a disposable razor in one hand and his chest covered in foam. He brought a beer in with him, too, and took a long pull from it, steeling himself. With an audible sigh, he began.

The first pass cut a large swath across the center of his chest. He tested the exposed skin left behind and found it very sensitive. Hair was like it’s own protective coating, he thought. When it was gone, it made him feel oddly exposed. Another drink of his beer, another swipe of the razor. Only this time he was more careful, testing whether it might not be better to go from the bottom up, just like he shaved his cheeks. The result was baby-smooth patches on his chest.

When the first razor grew dull, Will went for another beer. He was almost finished with his torso, having gotten more into the spirit of things once he finished the thicker upper chest. Now he was batting clean-up, making the sure the loose hairs around his navel were gone, too. His pale flesh reminded him of a fish’s belly.

Warmed by the beer and proud of his work, Will let his pants fall around his ankles. His fingers ran over the coarse hair of his legs. There wasn’t that much of it, not really. He wasn’t that hairy a guy to begin with, and it wouldn’t be so hard to take care of his legs, too. And he could fit another beer or two in. With his buzzed brain agreeing to the prospect of an even greater buzz in its future, Will ran some water in the tub and fetched another razor and another lager. There was work to be done.

A sheen of sweat covered Carrie’s body. It was a pleasant sensation with the ceiling fan blowing drifts of cool air across her bare skin. Will was just now pulling himself up from the edge of the bed, where he’d been dutifully attending her pussy, Carrie’s legs draped over his shoulders. His face was slick with her juices, and Carrie caught him licking his lips. She smiled.

“You feel good,” she said. “I love your body so much more like this. I hope it’s not too weird for you.”

The truth was, Carrie was more than a little surprised when he’d gone all the way with the shaving on the first night. His chest was one thing, but legs took a great deal more effort and were more potentially embarrassing. If his friends caught him in shorts, there would be much explaining to do.

Given the season, such a discovery was unlikely, but not impossible. Will didn’t seem to worry. The morning after he’d done it, he was too hungover to complain about much of anything besides the throbbing in his head. Carrie nursed him with plenty of water and a cheeseburger from a diner around the corner. If her plans continued along their current trajectory, he wouldn’t be eating much in the way of diner burgers for long.

His newly-smooth body turned her on like nothing she’d experienced with him before. While he might not have realized it, Will’s body looked decidedly feminine. She had never given much notice to his air skin, but when she saw it in all its shaved glory, she could see the feminized version of Will bubbling to the surface. He was nude now, looking thin and wonderfully effeminate. Carrie reveled in the post-coital pleasures and the sustaining arousal of seeing Will so changed.

“It’s not weird,” he said, finally wiping his face with the back of his hand. “It feels kinda good, actually.” He rubbed his legs together at the ankles to make the point. “I think I get why girls like it.”

“I was thinking about Halloween. Considering you’re all shaved and everything, I was wondering if you might want to do a gender swap thing. I’ll go as you, you go as me. I thought that might be funny.”

She didn’t think it was funny, of course, not at all. She thought it was hot. The idea of him shaved and dressed like the girl he desired, that would make her mad with desire. She was almost panting even now as she proposed it.

Will rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling, where the fan blades of the ceiling fan turned in lazy circles. “Where would we even go?”

She had him. “My friend Mona’s. You wouldn’t know a lot of the people there, which might be perfect. No chance of running into someone from work in heels.” She nudged his side with her hip and laughed. Keep it light. No big deal.

“I guess we’ll have to see if I even fit into any of your things. I’m not a giant, but I don’t think we have the same shape.”

“Want to see?”

“What?”

“Just some underwear. I’ll even put them on for you.” She let her voice creep lower, the tone that told him a reward was on the way if he did what she asked.

“Right now?”

“Were you planning on going somewhere?”

He laughed, more at ease than she’d dared hope. “Fine. But no thongs.”

“Fine,” she said, swinging her legs out of the bed. She didn’t bother to cover herself, enjoying her husband’s eyes on her naked body as she fetched panties for him. She played at being disappointed by his ‘no thong’ rules, but she didn’t have any such thing in mind. She bought the pair for Will days before. Pink and satin with white lace to decorate them. They were placed in her underwear drawer but tucked on the side where she’d know to find them.

“Let’s try these,” she said, turning around with the panties pinched between her fingers. “I bet you’d look sooo cute in these.”

“They’re awfully frilly.”

“Aw, it’s just for me. And if you look as cute as I think you will, I can make it worth your while.”

Will didn’t say anything, but her lifted his feet off the bed and aimed them at Carrie. She moved to him, threading his feet through the holes in the pink underwear.

“Lift your hips.”

He did, and Carrie pulled them up his legs until they were snug, covering his half-erect cock. Her fingertips moved along the bulge and Will released a shallow moan.

“Your dick looks delicious in pink,” she purred.

“I didn’t realize how nice satin was on my dick. Another thing you girls have been keeping secret.”

The tickling of his shaft became a grip, rubbing his length through the satiny material. There was no softness left. He was a shard as Carrie had ever seen him. Will’s head was thrown back, writhing under her grip while she stroked him.

“I don’t even care about Halloween at this point,” she chuckled, “I like seeing your cock like this. Pink and hard all at once.”

He gave another grunt in response. Her stroking sped up and Will twisted under his hand, practically whimpering. It took little time for him to reach a climax, squirming and bucking his hip until he was squirting into the panties.

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” he said after, cheeks flushing red.

“Why would you apologize for cumming in your panties? You should thank me, not apologize.”

He laughed, seeming relieved.

“I think I know just how to thank you, too.”

As he had before, Will slipped between Carrie’s legs, his ass decorated by pink satin raised while he buried his face in her wet snatch. Her eyes fluttered and rolled up as a well-trained tongue teased her toward a climax of her own.

Whistling came from the bathroom where Will readied himself for work. It was some pop song Carrie couldn’t place, but a happy sound, which made Carrie smile, too. The whole project was going so much better than she’d hoped. Will was fully shaved and had eaten her out with near-perfect aptitude wearing nothing but pink satin underwear. She would have to express her gratitude to Mona with something more than words. She wondered if she might be able to loan Will out after he spent a few more weeks in panties.

With that at the back of her mind, Carrie slipped from bed and found another pair of underwear bought with her husband in mind. These were a pale blue color, but with the same lace trim. Only slightly less effeminate than the pink pair now in the laundry hamper.

She moved behind Will, who stood in front of the vanity mirror rinsing away the last of his shaving cream. He was still naked, and Carrie wrapped her hand around his thin cock.

“I don’t know if we have time for that this morning,” he said, looking at her reflection in front of him with a teasing glimmer in his eye. He thought he was still in control of things, or at least an equal. It was adorable.

“I had so much fun last night. I have an idea how to keep it going.” She placed the panties on the vanity beside Will’s can of shaving gel. “Only if you want, but I think it would be very sexy if you wore those for me all day. I know how much you like the feel of them. And when you get home, I’ll make sure you get off like you did last night.”

A frown clouded his expression, then passed as Carrie continued.

“You don’t have to. I’ll leave them here. If they’re still here when you leave, I’ll know the answer. No pressure, baby. I promise.”

She licked his ear and sucked the lobe into her mouth, an act she knew gave him chills. Like a zephyr, Carrie blew out of the bathroom, leaving behind only her sweet scent and the underwear on the vanity’s surface. Will could hear her feet on the stairs, moving down to the first floor. A moment after, while he was brushing his teeth, he smelled coffee brewing.

Once his morning rituals were complete, Will looked at himself in the mirror. It was highly unlikely anyone would discover his secret if he chose to wear the panties. It wasn’t as if he was often interrogated about his undergarments. Besides, it meant more sex later, or at least a very satisfying climax. And it was hard to ignore how good the satin felt. Sure, the panties fit a little awkwardly, but the smooth material felt so good against his flesh. Just holding the underwear, testing the fabric between his fingers, was enough to get him half-aroused.

“Fuck it,” he said to the mirror and slid his legs into the panties.

There was coffee waiting for him when he made his way downstairs. Carrie handed him the travel mug and kissed his check, acting as if she hadn’t just asked him to wear panties to work.

The ride in was a strange mix of the mundanity of his commute and the arousal that came with the silky sensation of the tip of his dick brushing against the satin. His hips moved in a shallow arc while he drove, enflaming his desires. He had to focus himself to keep his hands off his pantie-wrapped cock.

His job was done mostly at his desk. Some simple paperwork, a Zoom meeting or two. Carrie was right. Hiding his secret under the usual khaki pants was a treat. He was riding a wave of need all day, a hunger that had him thick-headed and unfocused all day. This wasn’t the kind of thing that would be conducive to accomplishing much in the course of his workday but did have him thinking of his wife and all the things he wanted to do with her after the workday was done.

And just like that, he was heading home. It was hard to believe the day was done so quickly. While he didn’t feel as if he’d handled much business, the time flew by. Flies when you’re having fun, he thought with a grin, swinging his keys around his finger while he rode the elevator in the office garage.

More traffic, the reverse of the morning commute and somehow slower and more clogged than the ride in. There was an insistence in the way his sex throbbed. He was desperate to get home and have his wife relieve the pressure that was building all day.

Carries was on the sofa when he arrived home, body humming with electricity. He dropped his bag with the laptop he carried home with him by the door as he normally did. It fell over, but he made no effort to right it. He was halfway to the living room. His eyes were locked on Carrie’s bare leg, the calf exposed by the cross of her legs. The dress she wore was blue, and he didn’t recall seeing it before, but it was beautiful. The top was cut low to show off some cleavage, and the dress was slit to allow for this glorious view of her flesh.

She was thumbing through a magazine. She didn’t even look up when she asked, “Did you have a good day?”

Will stood before her, cock throbbing in his pants beneath the heavenly satin of the panties Carrie provided for him.

“I did. I have been thinking of you all day. I did what you asked, you know? It was very distracting.”

“It’s a distraction to be thinking of me?”

“No. That’s not what I meant. I mean, it was hard to focus on work.”

Now her eyes lifted to meet his. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me. I like the idea of you thinking about me and me alone. That makes me almost as hot as you wearing such pretty panties.”

His dick throbbed again with the words.

“I guess I’ll have to give you something nice after dinner. Why don’t you go shave before you cook, though? I want you nice and smooth for later.”

She patted his crotch like it was a needy puppy. On his way upstairs to the bathroom, he supposed it was in a way. An eager little beast that wanted nothing more than to be pet and given attention. After his first foray into the world of shaving his body, his hands were more practiced, and his hair was little more than stubble. When he brushed his palm along his claves and thighs, he could feel the beginnings of his old hair returning, and made short work of them under the shower.

Carrie left some shaving gel out, the kind made for women. There was probably little difference between the shaving products aimed at men versus their feminine counterparts, aside from the light scent of perfume that came with the feminine-oriented products. When he finished with his chest and then his legs, he found the soft aroma clinging to his body. Along with the frictionless way his legs brushed together, he couldn’t help but feel more like a woman than a man in the moment.

Carrie also left him a bottle of lotion. There was a ribbon around it with a small, hand-written note. For your skin after the shower.He pumped a few squirts into his palm and spread it onto his calf and over his knee. After a few such pumps, he had coated most of one leg with the lotion. The feminine scent was more pervasive. His skin, too, felt almost as silky as the underwear left out for him on the vanity. These were white, the lace ink this time. Slipping his shaved and lotion-moist legs into them, feeling how luxurious the fabric was against his sex, he let out a contented sigh. She was going to love this, he knew. And that meant he loved it, too.

While Will prepared dinner, Carrie continued the charade of looking through her magazine. Occasionally, she would remember to run a page. Her attention was on Will, of course, who flitted about the kitchen, visible through the open hall. She knew he’d shaved again, because she heard the water running, and the scent of lotion chased him down the hallway when he descended the stairs. She couldn’t recall being so turned on before. She couldn’t wait to get him between her legs again, to feel his tongue expertly tending her pussy.

If the meal was good, that was.

“He’s shaving every day. I don’t even have to remind him now. I think he likes it almost as much as I do.”

“Of course he does,” Mona said. She was looking over Carrie’s shoulder, eying some boy at the bar. He was younger, probably college-age. Lean and fit, with a thatch of brown hair and an attractive smile. “Men are easy to train. I don’t know how much more evidence you need.”

“Soon, I should be ready for the next step. Have him dress fully as a girl.”

Mona’s eyes dropped to her friend across the table. It had been Mona’s idea to come to the chic bar near campus under the pretense that she was looking for some new boytoy of her own.

“I would advise one step before that.”

“What’s that?” Carrie loved these conversations with Moan. Their meetings were more frequent and familiar. And Carrie was beginning to think of them as equals, where before she assumed Mona’s experience gave her an edge. It seemed to Carrie that Mona treated her more as a peer than as a conservative old friend.

“I imagine that Will still sees himself as a man, albeit a man who shaves his legs and wears panties every day. Your job is to rid him of that notion.”

“Something besides the clothes?”

“The clothes are icing on the cake. You need for Will to think of himself as herself. If you can pull that off, the game is won, and you have your sissy slut at your beck and call. But your question is how. If you want him to think of himself in the feminine, he can’t just look like a girl. He has to feel like a girl. And I don’t know of a better way than for him to be fucked like a girl.”

Carrie blanched at the words.

“It sounds extreme, I know,” Mona continued, “but he’s far enough down the path that I’m certain he’ll do it. You just have to make sure he likes it.”

“And how do I do that?”

“With the right kind of incentives, of course. Reward him for doing it. You might get lucky and being fucked with a strap-on might be his natural thing. If not, jerk him off after. Make sure he cums. Bonus points if you can make him eat it after.” That sent Mona into a spate of laughter while Carrie stared at her, shocked. But even through the wild proposal, Carrie imagined how she might feel fucking her husband from behind. It made her tingle in all the right ways.

“I don’t know…”

“Carrie, you have your husband wearing panties and shaving his legs, not to mention his domestic duties. He’s as primed as he’ll ever be.”

“I don’t have anything I can use. My vibrator, I guess.”

Mona’s Cheshire grin widened. “I know a place.”

The place was called The Toy Box, a narrow shop wedged between a liquor store and a place that cashed checks for an exorbitant fee. The part of town was not one Carrie knew well, other than to generally avoid it after sunset.

It was early evening, the streetlamps still flickering before winking fully to life. The sight of a broken-down car on one corner of the block where the specialty shop sat suggested that the disrepair extended to the buildings themselves, and the lives held within. Mona displayed no such concern as she slipped from the driver’s seat of her black sports car. It was modest, not Italian or one of those high-tech cars with bat wings, but the engine roared even when it idled.

“Like riding in a vibrator,” Mona said with a wink. “Way better than the days of sitting on a washing machine, eh?”

Carrie laughed and nodded. There was a gentle tug to give herself over to Mona’s suggestions. She was possessed of a freedom that seemed too good to be true. And Mona was inviting her deeper into the world she inhabited. On the one hand, Carrie was more fulfilled sexually than she had ever been. The changes brought about in her husband were incredible and arousing. On the other, she was frightened of how quickly she was changing, too. Being in Mona’s presence always made her feel small and inadequate. Or it had. Now she tasted a bit of that power, the self-confidence an magnetism that Mona displayed, and Carrie found it intoxicating.

“Coming?” Mona asked, standing on the sidewalk in platform heels that looked sexy and dangerous. And that was Mona to a tee, wasn’t it?

“Of course.”

The interior of The Toy Box was more luxurious than she would have imagined. Glass cases displaying everything from the standard sex toys and marital aides to items whose purpose Carrie could only guess at. The girl behind the register was dressed in a skintight vinyl minidress, her hair pulled back in a braided ponytail, her lips a very bright red in contrast with her fair skin.

“Evening, Sarah,” Mona said and moved past on her way to the rear of the store. She knew her way around, that was certain. Carrie paused to drink in the sight of the young shopgirl, radiating an exotic sexuality. So did Mona, for that matter. Carrie found herself dropped into a new reality, one where pleasure and sensation was paramount.

“Hello, Miss Divine.”

“Divine?” Carrie asked with a smirk, voice low to keep from embarrassing Mona. Her last name was Bryce, Carrie knew.

“Sort of a stage name.” Mona winked and let her tongue peek out of the corner of her mouth. Carrie wondered what that tongue tasted like. A fleeting thought that tore across her consciousness and nestled at the center of her. Coupled with that one, the previous fantasy of sharing Will with Mona, the two of them using her husband as they saw fit. It was outlandish, but undeniably hot.

Mona led Carrie to a wall of clothing, mostly dresses and skirts and tops made of latex or leather. Mannequin heads were adorned by leather hats or masks, some full hoods with zippers for the face’s orifices.

“We ought to get you something besides a toy for Will. You would look amazing in these.”

Mona was holding up thigh-high black leather boots. The heels were defined by long metal spikes.

“I’ve never worn anything like that.”

“Before we talked about it, you’d never had your husband cook dinner for you, just for the honor of licking your pussy. Do I really have to say, ‘There’s a first time for everything?’”

Carrie chuckled. “I suppose not.” She lifted the price tag in her palm and her eyes widened. “That’s a lot of money.”

“This trip is on me,” Mona said, her lips close to Carrie’s ear. “Consider it a makeup for some missed birthdays. Your heart’s desire, Carrie. That’s what you deserve.”

Carrie’s eyes dimmed as new heat flooded to the nerves between her legs. “Fine. I’ll let you buy me something exotic.”

“That’s the spirit. Treat yourself to some pleasure and the rest of the world be damned. You are far too sexy to accept anything less.”

For Carrie, it was as if she’d held tight to the bottom rung of a ladder, and beneath her was a yawning abyss of untold and forbidden pleasures. There was a sense of release, and she was falling into that dark hole where the unknown awaited. A parade of clothing and accessories she would have never dared imagine on her body were slipped into discreet shopping bags, alongside toys meant for Will and Carrie both. When they were done, Mona kissed the girl behind the counter, a wet and meaningful kiss that Carrie envied.

“I think it’s time we get you home,” Mona said.