An unexpected meeting

You drive back to school, thinking over what you've just witnessed. Whoever the student was, she clearly has a taste for sex, and equally clearly has found it in the person of the young man with the truck. You're not entirely surprised, given what you've already seen of the hormonal students of Pink Rose, and you wonder what, if anything, you're going to do with what you've just learned.

You also think about what you've discovered about the school. You glance at the picture and book lying in the passenger seat, wondering if it holds any key to the puzzles you've encountered. You plan to spend some time with the book, thinking that there must be a reason it disappeared from the school library and several others. Will it answer your questions? or will it simply add more questions to those you already have? You shrug as you turn into the garage and park your car, taking your purchases with you as you start towards your cottage.

"Mr. Carter!" a girl's voice calls, making you turn to look. A pretty student with long dark hair strides your way, a smile on her face. You stand waiting as she approaches, curious about who she is and what she wants. It's only when she's within a few feet of you that you recognise her. The last time you saw her she was riding her boyfriend to frenzied orgasm beside his pickup truck.

"Yes Miss?" you reply with curiosity. "What can I do for you?"

She holds out a hand for you to shake.

"I thought we should get some clarity on where we stand. Now that you've seen me cavorting with my lover in the woods. My name's Charlene Whitford, my friends call me Charly," she says as you shake her hand, getting a surprising firm grip in return.

"Don't look so surprised Mr. Carter. I saw you in town when I met Marco, and I saw your car parked as we left. I'm guessing you were hiding and watching."

"That's right. What do you want to talk about?" you ask with a slight smile, deciding to meet her forthrightness with your own. "You were doing something you wanted to do, and as far as I can tell you were a willing and eager participant."

"And I'm an adult," she smiles. "Capable of making informed decisions for myself. What are your intentions Mr. Carter."

"What do you mean Miss Whitford?"

"I mean do you intend to inform the school administration, my family, or other members of the faculty that you found me having sex in the bushes with a man who isn't part of the social 'elite' everyone seems to worship?"

"The social elite you're a member of?" you smile.

"Accident of birth Mr. Carter. And my question stands. Do you intend to report what you saw?"

"Why shouldn't I?" you ask. "You seem to be going somewhere with this Miss Whitford."

She smiles again, her eyes glinting.

"Just that I don't much care of you report it. Ms. Naylor might or might not discipline me, but if she does, or if Dean Hawksworth paddles me, I can handle it. My father is well aware that I'm a headstrong, wilful, intelligent and sexually active young woman. He might disapprove of my choices at times, but he thinks I'm mature enough to make them for myself. As to other members of the faculty, or my fellow students, I have little interest in their opinion about what I do. That leaves you, Mr. Carter. What's your agenda?"

"Miss Whitford?"

"Do you think you can pressure me or **** me? For money or sex? Or are you going to admonish me for romping with someone beneath my so called station, fucking him in the woods like a horny high school girl"

You start to chuckle, appreciating her frank intelligence and the glitter of sardonic amusement in her eyes.

"None of the above Miss Whitford. You're legally an adult, and if I've learned anything about you in the last few minutes, it's that you're a highly intelligent person. I wouldn't insult you by attempting to admonish or **** you, and I'm trying very hard not to be insulted by your suggestion that I might."

"You're grinning Mr. Carter," she smiles. "I doubt that you're deeply insulted. Nonetheless, I withdraw the comment."

You smile back at her and offer your hand again. She winks at you and gives you another firm handshake.

"I like you Mr. Carter. I like intelligent men. I think they're sexy. And no, that isn't a pass."

"Unlucky me," you chuckle.

"You never know. Nothing's written in stone," she laughs, stepping back. "Besides, don't you have enough on your plate?"

You look at her carefully, once again trying to gauge her, and determine her meaning. You find yourself intrigued by this bright young woman, especially in comparison to the flighty and generally shallow students you've met so far.

"It's a big plate Miss Whitford."

"So I hear Mr. Carter. And now you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to." She flashes another brilliant smile and a flirting wave before turning and striding away.

You grin as you watch her toned ass for a moment before turning and heading to your cottage. Checking your watch you find it's 12:45, fifteen minutes before you told Megan and Rose to arrive for 'tutoring'. You smile as you enter your residence, putting the picture and the book on the dining room table, then changing your mind and taking the picture upstairs to your room, putting it on the dresser.

You kick your shoes off and remove your tie before stepping into the bathroom and rinsing your face before heading downstairs. You've just reached the bottom when there's a knock on the door. Allowing yourself a smile you step forward and open the door to see Megan and Rose standing side by side, looking at you with doe eyes, wriggling slightly as they smile carefully.