Not well.

"Umm... o-kay..." she said with a pause, unsure of how to respond, as I stopped groping her under her shirt. She was a little at ease to the question.

"Take off your clothes," I said, and Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps she thought I had dropped the request, and had switched to one of just fucking her senseless.

I leered in anticipation as she removed her shorts and shirts - she was wearing two, I noticed, as I groped her previously. Her breasts were much larger than I expected based on her build, and baggy clothing and tight bra to hide the bazongas. Still, I had felt them quite intimately, and was now rubbing my cock as she began rubbing her nipples and licking her lips.

My pants were at my knees as I sat bare-ass in a chair while pictures were being taken by the entire High School newspaper club, just out of view of me accosting their editor-in-chief. The KTLV news cameras were nowhere to be seen, probably still interviewing students and teachers on my sexual appetites.

I looked at Charlotte's bright red bush and frowned for but a moment, as she lay down on her uncomfortable desk and spread her legs as wide as possible. I positioned myself ready to piston in as a puddle had already formed underneath her. As I began parting the red sea, a stream of liquid hit me in the eye.

"What the?"

"Sorry," Charlotte giggled. "It happens. Plug it well, and it won't get too far." She bit her lip while excusing her squirting.

I pushed in just slightly to notice the familiar resistance and smiled. No. "No." I said, "I can't fuck you yet." I backed off, my loins thick with her juices as she sat up and looked at me questioningly. "You need to be pure for our wedding."

Maybe it was a sense of morality taking over, not wanting to take this virgin woman who I had held a small candle for. She would be my wife, my conscience. My sense of moral compass. Her deflowerment needed to mean something.

I bumped into a bespectacled Asian girl taking cell phone video of the interaction. She gulped as I looked into her eyes and nodded. She turned around and pushed down her pants and panties without question, as I bent her over a desk and buried my throbbing erection within her. She had also been a virgin, but I did not care, looking at Charlotte as she dressed while I fucked this stranger without abandon.

After I fucked her friend, Charlotte stayed by my side. Willingly or not. We held hands, uncomfortably, as I attended the pep rally that afternoon. It was noticeably less attended than usual, as only teachers and of-age students were present, as the cheerleading squad