She wakes up, perfectly calm.

While you ponder your dilemma, Clarice's eyes flutter open. She sits up on your desk, cradles her knees to her chest, and rests her chin on top of her knees. She watches you silently, intently. You can't tell what she is thinking, but she certainly doesn't appear too upset.

Sitting with her knees up like that offers you an unobstructed view of her freshly used pussy; in fact, with her legs bent that way, the labia of her cute pink slit are actually spread slightly, and you make out the glistening dew of your recent relations. Clarice notices what you are staring at, and reflexively joins her ankles together. That doesn't quite do the trick, and she blushes furiously. She repositions her legs to the side, then decides that her best option is to kneel on your blotter, thighs pressed chastely together. Well, as chastely as she can manage: you can still see the fluffy triangle of nearly invisible blond hair disappear into the junction of her thighs.

Finally, Clarice speaks. "Where's Doe?" You shrug helplessly, and she follows up with the inevitable question, "Where are my clothes?"

You smile sheepishly. Comprehension dawns slowly over Clarice, and you're momentarily afraid that she's going to cause a scene that will end your career. But instead, she smiles happily at you.

"It's okay," Clarice assures you. She must have noticed your growing anxiety. "I have an overnight bag in my cube. Can you go get it for me?"

You raise an inquisitive eyebrow. "I spent the weekend at, um, my boyfriend's place," Clarice stammers out an explanation. "It's not serious! I'm not like that. In fact, we've never even done it before. You... you were my first."

Clarice casts her eyes downward, and looks extremely ****. Your sore, flaccid cock starts swelling again at the realization that she didn't just appear virginal: she was the real deal. You find yourself embracing her and stroking her soft blond hair. You feel her body relax. All the tension and anxiety melts away.

You kiss the top of her head, and wordlessly go to fetch her bag. You skulk through the corridors hoping no-one sees you. Luck continues to be on your side, and you make it back safely. You present her belongings to her with a goofy grin.

Clarice accepts her bag gratefully, and unzips it. She pulls out a folded bundle of clothes. You recognize it as the same outfit she wore on Friday, but a little more wrinkled. She hesitates for a moment. After all that's happened, she still appears embarrassed to be exposed in front of you. She takes a deep breath, turns her back to you and begins dressing.

She reaches behind her back and unclasps her stained bra. You realize that you still haven't seen her perky young tits naked yet. Suddenly, you feel like a boy Clarice's age and crane your neck for a better look. She looks over her shoulder and notices you leering. She squeals softly, and instinctively hunches her shoulders to squeeze her breasts out of view.

Caught, you turn around reluctantly to give Clarice her privacy. Your gaze falls on her open overnight bag. Peering inside, you see the clothes she wore this past weekend: a red turtleneck, a pair of jeans... Your jaw hits the floor when you see the rest.

You see a trashy red vinyl halter top, and a black leather mini-skirt that literally wouldn't cover the bottom of Clarice's ass. You also see a pleated plaid skirt, a white blouse, and a blazer emblazoned with the seal of a local all-girls high school. It looks a little small for her, and considering Clarice's age, it might actually be her old uniform. There is also a disorganized pile of worn underwear that runs the gamut from conservative to tantalizingly lacy to just plain slutty. The scent of sex wafts up from it. Poking out of the bottom of the pile is a shiny metal dildo, and a knobbly vibrator with a curved clitoris stimulator. Who knows what else is under there? Blood rushes to your groin in spite of yourself. Your mind boggles trying to decipher what it all means.

You glance up to see whether Clarice has witnessed your discovery, and see her just finishing up. She doesn't have any more clean underwear, so after a second's indecision she decides to go commando and step into her skirt. Her creamy white buns disappear behind a veil of wool, and she looks professional again. She turns around, fully dressed if a bit disheveled, and flashes you an endearing smile.

The questionably innocent teenager kisses you full on the lips. It's the boldest thing you've ever witness her do. She nibbles and suckles your lower lip. You can taste sex on her breath, but it doesn't taint the earnestness of her puppy love.

Breaking the kiss, you tell her, "I'd really love to see you again tomorrow."

"In here?" Clarice queries, somewhat scandalized.

"Or after work. I could take you out to dinner...," you being babbling.

"It wasn't so bad here," she interrupts you with a playful smile. Your semi-erect cock throbs again, with the dull pain that comes from overuse. You nod eagerly.

"I'm so glad you were my first," she says shyly. She gives you a final peck on the cheek before leaving your office.

When the door closes, you wince at the soreness. This was just the first day! Tomorrow is going to be twice as tough! As you try to settle down and get some work done, you find you mind repeatedly drifting back to the mystery of Clarice’s overnight bag.