Yes

You laugh at the idea of Carrie bursting into nearby Susan B. Anthony High and gathering up virgins. But Carrie doesn't seem to understand why you're laughing. She's serious.

"Wait... you really mean it?" You ask.

"You think I don't know how to find virgins?" Carrie asks as if it's the dumbest question in the world.

"No I... well...." You're not sure how to answer. You love how slutty your girlfriend is. "Okay so a high school has a bunch of virgins. Do you just show up one day in a tight dress and say 'who needs help popping a cherry?'"

"I have my methods." Carrie blushes. Although she never really blushes. There's not a thing in the world that could make her blush. It's all pretend. And she sits in silence, knowing that you want to know her methods and knowing that she wants to tell, "Okay, so it's not rocket science. I know a teacher there. Every so often she sends a quality student my way."

You shake your head. "What does that even mean."

"It means someone good for fucking." Again Carrie talks as if this is all totally normal. "She knows a quality student when she sees one."

You grimace. A little bit of old high school bitterness creeps out "So then you've fucked all the athletes?"

Carrie smirks. "Not necessarily. I haven't fucked an entire varsity basketball team in...." she thinks "three years." and again, you love Carrie because she thinks that statement demonstrates restraint. "I won't lie to you, jocks have the best cocks. But it's the art students who are the biggest freaks."

"You sound like you've done this a lot." you try to imagine what it would be like to still be fucking 18 year olds. It seems a little odd that that's exactly what Carrie is doing... at least was until you started dating... or... did you ever discuss monogamy? Oh, do you fucking care?

Carrie sticks out her tongue. "I've done this so many times. But this time I think... it needs to be different. I've never given a teenager as a gift. This one needs to be... special."

"So you think your teacher friend will help us, then?" You say, feeling like you need to double check that this is actually, seriously going to happen. Though you feel like you won't believe it until it's actually happening.

Even that night when Pamela shows up to strategize, you don't believe it's actually ever really going to happen.

Pamela is attractive, probably a few years older than you, but not much, blondish redish hair. You can see how she'd have no trouble at all seducing students. She wears a blouse and pencil skirt. You assume it's what she had on this morning at school. And for whatever reason, you just sense that there's no underwear under that skirt.

She greets your girlfriend with a kiss on the lips. Then you retire to the main room, drop down on the couch and chairs.

First you have some initial questions. "How many..."

"Students have I fucked?" Pamela anticipates. "I don't know. I lost count. A lot. However many you think is an obscene number... double that. It's probably close."

"How do you not get fired?"

"I'm very good at what I do. I have some pictures... of our principal that, well let's just say..."

"It wouldn't be good for him if they got out." This time you're doing the interrupting.

"Exactly... except it's 'her'" Suddenly Pamela turns to Carrie. "All this talk is gonna make me horny. Play that video I like, would you?"

And Carrie pulls up a video on her phone and flicks it up on the TV. Damn, you think. You're going to sit here with your girlfriend and a practical stranger while a porn plays.

Except.... no it's not a porn. It's... a swim meet. It's just a normal recording of a high school swim meet. But Pamela watches the video of the wet, well built students, showing off and flexing their skin as if it is a porn. She slides her hand down the top of her pencil skirt. "You don't mind if I?" She isn't really asking you as much as she's telling you it's going to happen.

And you don't mind. So you sit there and watch as Pamela starts to rub herself to the sight of her students in swimsuits

"So... can you hook us up with a virgin?" Carrie asks plainly.

"Sure. Easy." Pamela says, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"A special virgin. A very special..."

"Yeah. No problem. I know exactly who."

"Because..."

"Shhhh." Pamela interrupts. "This girl is my favorite."

You watch as a very pretty girl walks up to a diving board, shakes the water off her limbs, bites her lip in anticipation, bounces up and down once or twice and then dives into the water.

Pamela whispers to herself. "thank you."

"How about her then?" You ask. And from the look that Pamela gives you, you realize that's a stupid question.

"This video isn't current. I put my fist in that girl two years ago." Pamela rolls her eyes.

"How is Nattie?" Carrie asks. "Did she end up going to college?"

"No. She's a camgirl now." Pamela responds. "Nasty Nattie or something like that."

"God. We really fucked her up, didn't we?"

You try to get the conversation back on track. "So, you'll be able to..."

"Look." Pamela stops rubbing. "I get it. You want to show off for your new boy." she addresses Carrie. Then her eyes glance down at your stiffening crotch and back at Carrie "From the looks of it, you really want to show off for him. I got this. I know exactly what we're doing. There's a situation I've been working on making happen for three years now. It's perfect, hot, virginal, twisted."

You feel good about this. You exchange a smile with Carrie.

"But, since I've been working on this for so long, I'm not just passing it along to you. I'm going to participate as well." Pamela clarifies. And you don't mind this new development. Pam is super sexy. "Which means boy toy here needs to know something important. Something very important about me."

You're intrigued... and a bit worried.