I stayed a bit longer, then left to drive home a happy and oh, so satisfied man.That was how Carrie and I became involved and became a couple. It's no... been four years, I live with her and couldn't be happier. We mostly had the house to ourselves, Terri was away at college, so the sex we were having was both frequent and in just about every room, often on the spur of the moment, especially when we would decide to skip getting dressed on the weekends.We often came home from work and just changed. ‘Wow, guys. This is a better surprise than I thought. Talk about elaborate. Staging a kidnapping. I’m game. Please, Mister Kidnappers. Please don’t take me,’ I add with a giggle. Not a word from my friends. ‘Maddie, if you’re gonna go this far and take me from my bed in the middleof the night, at least grab my overnight bags. They’re right by the door.’ I point in the general direction of my bags. ‘This hood stinks! Please tell me I don’t have to wear this the whole time, ’cause that is so not. But I can tell you one thing: after all of this, after somehow fate brought us together, I’m not going to just run away.’ I kind of expected her to start crying at that, but she didn’t: she stayed serious Sharon. ‘OK, David, I’ll tell you the whole story now, because you need to know. ‘I wasn’t the most popular girl in high school. I mean, I wasn’t somehow shunned or anything, but I wasn’t one of the more ‘with it’ girls. Anyway, I didn’t have a regular boyfriend when the senior prom rolled. I think it tastes good," she said.It seemed that she began to consider my proposition. "Well, there couldn't be any mess that way." "Would that make you happy?" she asked. Instead of saying anything in response, I slid my head under the covers. "I guess it will!" she laughed. When I got to her panties, she slid down in the bed to relax and then spread her legs.I could smell that she was getting aroused. I grasped the elastic waist band and she lifted her hips. I slid the garment down her legs.