You follow her

The girl blows her lover a kiss and gives him a flirty wave before starting jog. You stand quietly, your mind running quickly through options of what to say when she sees you half hidden in the undergrowth, but she jogs by, apparently oblivious to your presence. You stand quietly, watching the young man jog away in the other direction. You take a moment to ensure that they're both out of sight before you step out into the path and begin to stride quickly after the girl.

You've gone about a hundred yards when you turn a corner in the trail and find the girl bending over and tying her shoe. She looks up with a slightly startled expression on her face as she sees you, then smiles and stands.

"Good Morning Mr. Carter," she says with a glittering smile. "Isn't it a beautiful day?"

"It certainly is," you smile. "You have me at a disadvantage though."

"I'm sorry, I'm Charlene Whitford. My friends call me Charly," she says with the same glittering smile and extending a hand. "Welcome to Pink Rose Mr. Carter, and I hope you'll consider me a friend as well as a student."

"So I should call you Charly?" you smile as you take her hand.

"I hope so. After all, I'd hope that it was a friend who was watching me cavort with my lover in the bushes a few minutes ago." She gives a burst of throaty laughter at the surprised expression on your face.

"Don't look so surprised Mr. Carter. I saw you as I jogged past, but I didn't want to make a scene where Marco could hear. I don't know you and I wasn't sure what you intended. I was going to come find you later and talk about it. You've saved me the trouble." She puts her hands on her hips and looks at you with a smile, her eyes full of amused intelligence. You smile back at her, gauging your words as you admire her toned, athletic body and pretty face.

"What do you want to talk about?" you ask with a slight smile. "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. She winks at you and gives you firm handshake, then steps closer and kisses your cheek.

"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. You find yourself intrigued by this bright young woman, especially in comparison to the flighty and generally shallow girls 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 to get home and shower." She flashes another brilliant smile and the same wave she gave her lover before turning and jogging away.

You grin as you watch her toned ass moving away, and start to walk after her, heading towards your first class of your reborn career.