Jon was caught up in planning the takeover of the school to notice Karyn pick up the red ring and slip it on her finger. His focus quickly shifted from revenge on the jocks to revenge on the cheerleaders...and the snobby girls, and every other hot, fuckable babe in the school. Looking over at Karyn his teen labido skyrocketed and he knew he had to have her. Jon grinned and reached over to fondle those wonderful tits he fantasized about since yesterday.
Karyn was admiring the red ring and thinking about painting her nails to match it when she felt a weird pressure on her chest. Her reaction time was dulled by the cotton candy in her mind, so it took her a few moments to look down and see what was happening.
"Jon, you're like totally feeling me up!" She exclaimed, still trying to work out if she was okay with this or not. On the one hand it felt good, but on the other hand they were in the middle of the cafeteria, but on the third hand it felt good not to worry too much. Karyn would have spent the next few minutes wondering where the third hand was coming from, but Jon interrupted her slow moving train of thought.
"You bet I am! And you love it, you little slut."
Karyn frowned at his comment. She didn't know much but she did not like being called a slut. Despite the good feeling of having her large boobs fondled she decided to push Jon's hands away. "I'm not a slut," Karyn said simply and folded her arms across her chest.
Jon fumed at being denied and he was in no mood to take 'no' for an answer. "Not a slut, huh? We'll see about..." As he was saying that he reached for the red ring, and was surprised to not see it.
