Carrie nearly did a double take when she saw John talking to the impossibly-figured woman on the sidewalk. It wasn't the fact that he was talking to her, or that she had such an impossibly perfect figure. It was WHO she was..it was Lolita, the girl from the comic!
Carrie trotted up, quick to mark her territory, in case Lolita hadn't been told. "Hi Darling," she said, kissing John hard on the lips, "I wondered when I'd find you."
"Darling?" Lolita asked, arching an eyebrow at John. Carrie realized that somehow she'd not been mentioned.
"Like I was going to tell you before we got off subject, this is my wife, Carrie. We just got married yesterday," John said hurredly, sounding jittery and nervous.
"Charmed," Lolita said, sounding disappointed, but keeping her manners about herself.
"Carrie, this is-" John said, before Carrie cut him off.
"Lolita, I know." Carrie said, smiling at the surprised looks on both of their faces.
"You..know?" They both asked, Lolita's eyes actually popping slightly out of her head before resuming their normal position.
Carrie nodded. "John, I found a couple boxes of your old college stuff not long after we moved in together. You had a whole notebook of the strips you'd dtawn of her still in there."
John blushed hard, while Lolita smiled, batting her eyes at Carrie. "So, what'd you think?" Lolita asked her, giving her a slightly hungry, semi-seductive look. Carrie felt herself get a little wet, her mind momentarily drifting to thoughts of how it would be to have her way with Lolita.
Carrie smiled back, slightly blushing now, "I thought it was hot, to be honest. John and I had the most amazing sex that night. I roleplayed that I was a werewolf. He loved it, even if he wouldn't admit it," she added, shooting John a sideways glance and smirk.
"Why don't we continue this inside?" Lolita asked them, pointing to her house.