You do IMPLICITLY have her consent, don't you?

Your behavior has been pretty awful now that you think about it, but didn't you claim Pearl's consent, her implicit consent last night?

"Sorry Pearl," you say, and you step forward and kiss her, your hands settling on her hips.

Pearl, surprised, kisses you back just as intently, her hands going to your chest.

"Mmh. Uh. What the hell do are you doing?" she asks, gently pushing you back.

"I can't hold it back anymore," you say, popping the button on your jeans. "You're so fucking hot. I need you."

Pearl gapes down at the tent in your boxers. "Here? What about our date?"

You notice she hasn't really made any move to stop you.

"I've been having a blast so far," you say. "Don't tell me you haven't too."

She flinches when the head of your cock springs free, and backs away. "C'mon. Put that thing away," she says without any real **** behind her words. Like she's asking you to tie your shoes or put the milk in the fridge.

You answer Pearl by pulling her shirt up to her boobs. "This is happening," you say.

The switch finally flips in Pearl's head. She stops midway to pulling her shirt down, and leaves it up, exposing her bare body from midriff to thigh. "Oh. Uh. Huh," she says, bumping into the bookshelves at her back. She glances around - anyone could walk by at any moment. "Right here, though?"

You really don't care. "Yeah," you say, stepping up in between Pearl's legs and taking her hips in hand.

"Oh fuck," says Pearl, gripping the shelves for whatever meager support they offer. Glancing down, she spreads here legs to accommodate you. "This is crazy."

"Yeah?" you ask, rocking your hips forward.

Pearl takes your cock and nestles the head against her slick pussy lips. "Like in a good way, though," she clarifies, sucking in a breath at the contact. "Forget what I just said. This feels right."

"It does," you agree. And then you thrust into Pearl.

Her whole body shudders at the impact. "Fuck you're a lot."

"Uh huh," you say, rocking back, and then pushing back into Pearl, even deeper this time.

Pearl grunts, having to stand on her tip-toes and tilt her pelvis forward to match you.

A couple more strokes get you lubed up, and then you're fucking Pearl right there in the esoterica section of the book store. You try to control yourself, but the shelf shakes and books fall off one and two at a time.

Pearl goes weak at the knees as you fuck her. You pin her to the shelves with your body weight and keep going. She clings feebly to your back and shoulders. "Uh. Uh. Chase," she pants, inarticulate.

"Oh my god." A woman's voice.

You turn. Standing not six feet away from you is a horrified bookstore employee, some chick with a pixie side cut and a nose ring. She wears a black blouse and a pair of skinny jeans, and her employee tag reads Addison.

"Oh fuck!" says Pearl, clinging tighter to you. She's just as horrified that somebody walked in on you as Addison the Barnes and Noble employee is.

Pearl's reply isn't eloquent, but you're buried to the root in her snatch, so you don't do much better. "Oh geeze."

Addison turns red to the ears, rapidly deciding whether to cuss you out or to run for management (and probably the cops).

My branch of the story is continued in Powers & Consequences.
To continue where we've left off (Addison is "Zoey" in the new version): https://chyoa.com/chapter/Remove-the-problem-at-the-root.1308004
To start the rewritten version from the beginning: https://chyoa.com/chapter/With-his-friends-at-a-graduation-party.1307872