After an hour or two of back-and-forth, trying to bring Amber back from the edge of total batfuck insanity with her proposals, she's about at her wits' end herself.
"I'm telling you, plan B in the vending machines just won't fly. Condoms MAYBE, I mean this is California. But Plan B? It's not--"
"Oh come ONNNN," she groans. She throws her head back and tightly grips the headrest of the wood chair she's sitting in, shaking it. She rocks to and fro like this, as if riding a rocking-horse, her sandaled feet thwapping against the ground. The orange pall of sunset makes her hair look like it's aflame. And so fittingly, she suggests: "Forget about debate. It's such a drag. How about this: what if we set the school on fire and say that Raisin Brant did it? Tried and true tactic, right there."
"We can't burn the school down," you say. "Jesus."
"wE cAn'T bUrN tHe ScHoOl DoWn! Haha. Look at Mr. We-Can't-Burn-The-School-Down over here. Kind of a stones-in-glass-houses thing to say -- don't you think?"
You won't be deterred. "You brought me on as campaign manager for a reason, didn't you? Learn from my mistakes. Or don't, I don't care. But if you're going to ignore me, I'll just leave."
The chair Amber sits in has a gap between the seat and the head-rest, held on either side by two thin chrome rods. Amber draws her legs up and slides her entire body through this gap, all in one motion, pouring herself like a liquid through it. It's actually quite elegant, how she manages the maneuver. She lands squatting, but quickly unfurls and rises to her feet, and closes the gap between you. Then without warning, she's in your lap.
"What are you doing?" You demand.
"Sittin."
Whoever Amber Catachresis really is, the world at large sees her as exactly that: Amber Catachresis, a 17-year-old junior in high school. And you are Alabaster Soliloquy, a 22-year-old businessman. This, therefore, is a very dangerous situation. The word "statutory" rings like an alarm bell in your brain.
"Get off of me."
"Is this the first time you've ever said that to a girl? Honest question."
You try to push her away, but she surges forward, and loops her thin arms over your shoulders. She's a bit damp with sweat -- it's stuffy in this classroom.
"I don't get you," you say.
"Good."
"You said I was gross. Multiple times. Thought your sister was stupid for sleeping with me--"
"You are gross. And she is stupid."
"So..."
"So it's your lucky day. I'm into gross guys."
"Well, I'm not into you. You're too young."
She laughs. It's a real and gut-busting laugh. "I'm sorry," she manages between peals. "You're too funny sometimes."
"That's not a joke. You're too young."
"Not for you. I know what you're really like, Alabaster. Now you're fucking my older sister -- my mom, too, maybe -- and maybe even YOUR older sister -- but older chicks aren't really your bag. That's clear. You're a weeaboo. You've got a type."
Her body is very warm, and very close.
"What do you think?" She asks. "Did you like what I said earlier -- should I call you daddy?"
Your mouth is desert dry.
"That's kinda weird, isn't it. You like something else anyway... how about... nii-chan?"
"Cam-- Amber--"
Her voice goes higher, affectedly cutesy and pinched. "C'mon, nii-chan..." she enunciates each syllable of the Japanese, with a really hard "ch" sound for effect. "What do you wanna do with me... nii-chan? Are you gonna show me some fun things... nii-chan?"
She wags her hips back and forth, the crotch of her low-cut shorts rubbing against the crotch of your jeans. It's impossible to mask your hardness.
"Don't like that one either?" She prods. "Hmm. Should I just call you mister?"
"You should just get off of me, is what," you grunt.
"Why?" Amber asks, that annoyingly high pretend-innocent voice coming back. "I'm not in trouble, am I, mister?"
The heat and blood pressure are both rising within you. "This has gone on long enough. Stop it already. Or you'll regret it."
She puts a hand to her lips. "Oh -- oh no. You're not some kinda mean mister, are you? You're not gonna -- hurt me -- are you, mister?"
Your nostrils flare and you gaze at her menacingly.
She smiles. She puts her cheek to yours and whispers in your ear: "it's okay, mister... I don't mind if it hurts~"
She pulls back. Her eyes meet yours. She waits expectantly, and then -- her facial features collapse into a displeased frown. "Fucking hell, Alabaster. What more can I do. I'm pulling out all the stops here... are you going to fuck me or not?"
You grab her about her sides. She's so compact and thin and light. "Yes," you say. "I'm gonna fuck you."
"Hip hip hoo-fuckin-ray. Finally."
You hug her to your body, giving you the leverage to lift her up -- it only takes one arm -- and with your other hand, you anxiously unbutton and tug your jeans down. Amber's head is low, the crown almost touching your nose as she stares, as she watches you get your cock out right here at a desk in a random classroom at North High.
When she looks up, she's got a dopey smile on her face. "You're a pretty big guy."
"I definitely didn't need that."
"Heeheeh," she laughs. But then she's all serious. She fixes you with a stern glare. "Look, I've never done this before. I'm just trying to dip my toes in the water here, you know, sexually. So don't go all wild, okay? I'm not a dutch wife."
"You've gotta be kidding me," you say.
"I'm not fucking kidding you. I don't kid around. I'm a serious person, Alabaster. And I'm a virgin. So fuck me gentle."
As she says this, she undoes her own shorts too. She slides off your lap just long enough to discard them haphazardly on the ground, and then young little Amber is back in your lap, her clean bare pussy nestled up against your angry red cock.
"Okay, and for real," she breathes, gazing down at the size differential, "you really are big. So I want to just hammer home the whole 'gentle' thing here."
"I'm not making any promises," you tell her. "If I fuck someone... I really fuck them..."
Amber chews her lip, worried. "Gee, mister... you're kinda scary."
"Will you stop with that shit?"
"Why should I?" She pecks you on the lips. "Your dick twitched just now."
It's true. Amber's got you dead to rights.
You lean back, peering down the bridge of your nose at her. "Okay, then," you say, "okay, little girl. If you want to play with me, you have to do the next part yourself. Put it in."
"I don't get it," she pouts, playing dumb. "Put what in? Where?"
"Look down," you command.
"Okayyy..."
"See that big thing between my legs?"
"Uh huhhh..."
"That's Mr. Dick. And it feels really good when you put him inside your pussy -- right here." You reach down and touch Amber's already wet cunt.
"Oh geez... are you sure it'll fit?"
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there? You want to play like a big girl, don't you?"
She looks back up and nods excitedly, bouncing in your lap. "Yeah! I do! I really, really do!"
"Go on, then. Put it in."
She slides a bit up and down, her slimy pussy lips gripping the hot shaft of your prick like a bun. You can smell it, her arousal, and it's just like Camelia's was in the massage parlor last year. It's a pussy that's just begging for your cum.
After a few playful moments of this, she rises all the way up, getting herself over the tip. It's hard to overstate exactly how small Amber's pussy really is. She's similar to her sister in that regard, but being even younger, ostensibly, her fuckhole is yet smaller. It really doesn't look like you'll fit. But you're going to try. You're going to get your dick all the way up this hole no matter how much effort it takes.
Amber grits her teeth and tries to sink down. It's no use, the opening just won't budge, and she only succeeds in making your erect dick bend slightly towards your body, and then slide away from the hole, up the folds of her labia. She sighs in frustration. "You're too big, mister... you're way too big."
"Keep trying," you say. "It'll fit."
She hugs your neck and gives it another go. You give her some help this time, spreading the lovely lips of her pussy with both thumbs, as you flex your glutes and push up to meet her. You're gonna crack Amber's cunt open if it's the last thing you do.
"hhh-- hhh--" she breathes, pained, as you wedge and pry, to no avail.
"Relax, baby -- relax," you say, feeling like a dirty old pervert, and liking it.
"Is it okay if I kiss you, mister?"
She doesn't wait for you to answer, she just does it, leaning in and opening her mouth to yours. She tastes sweet, like cherry, and her little pink tongue is so warm in your mouth. She's a bit too eager, her teeth knock against yours, but that's okay. You like that, too.
The kissing does its magic and her little pussy loosens up just enough. With a palm gripping her coccyx, you force her down a couple millimeters and break the seal -- and then all at once, you can get the tip of your dick jammed up the tight chute of her cunt.
She inhales gaspingly against your lips, closing her eyes tight. She goes stiff and is clearly in pain. Glancing down, you see a trickle of blood down the shaft of your cock. Impossible. That can't be, this is some sort of trick. But it's not. Even though you've fucked her before, a year ago, you've taken her virginity just now, all the same. You popped this girl's cherry.
You roll with it. What else can you do? "Slow," you say, "slooow... like that. Get it in you. There you go."
With your tender guidance, she sinks her newly-spoiled cunny down the length of your dick. The lips bulge and strain and you can see a bump begin to form in the skin between her crotch and her belly button -- the outline of your dick expanding her to her very limits. There is nothing to compare this to, robbing a girl of her virginity, and one so tight, but so ready. She gazes lovingly down at the sight as well, for only a moment. She's too hungry for the attention of your mouth too, and soon she returns to kissing you desperately. She's a desperate girl. She's shaking like a leaf and still unused to being fucked, but she wants your attention, all of it: your kiss on her lips and your cock in her cunt. She's got the wind knocked from her, her breath coming out in those jagged little "hhhh--" noises, but she keeps going anyway. Such a darling, eager little fuck she is.
"Good," you groan. You pet her. "You're doing so good."
"W-will you-- w-will you... will you fuck me harder, mister?"
Her face is the perfect mix of childlike innocence and lust. You can't resist it. You grab her roughly and slam into her, the rest of the way -- pushing into her womb. Her jaw drops, her tongue hangs out, and her spine straightens up. She stares blankly at the ceiling, rigid, caught in a silent scream, like someone electrocuted. And that's when you begin to fuck her.
You fuck her quick, and hard, and filthy. Your lap slaps her thighs and makes her convulse. Her cunt hugs you so tight it actually begins to hurt, as if it's trying to spit you out, but you won't let it. In and out you saw, forceful to the point of merciless, raping her cunt raw. It's what she asked for.
"C-c-c-" she stutters, still staring at the ceiling. She's shivering as you screw her.
You pull her head towards you and kiss her -- first her delicate neck, then her flushing cheeks, and finally again her wet lips. She's half-lidded and mentally confused, seems to really believe the whole little girl act at this point, as she twirls a finger through her hair and says "c-cum...? M-mister, are you g-gonna cum in me now?"
"That's right," you grunt. "You're so smart. I'm gonna shoot my cum in you soon... it'll be messy... so get ready."
"O...okay... that's fine, mister... make a mess inside meeee..."
Your tongues mate with each other's as you do just that: you make a nasty mess inside her. It feels like squeezing toothpaste from the tube, your cum drawn out and made slow by the sheer vice-like tightens of Amber's too-young, unripe pussy. It's such a great fucking orgasm, one that seems to last for over a minute or longer, as you pull out -- and ram home, and lose another couple squirts up her womb -- then again, pulling out, ramming home, another satisfying squelchy squirt. It takes for fucking ever, and you're just happy for it to be that way. You kiss her cravenly and seed her right up. You cum over and over into Amber's baby cunt. And she cums against you, too. Her sweet pussy spasms and gets off on being spermed. She really is a desperate girl.