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Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 01

By: strength+wisdom



Pull into his assigned space at the front of the school, turn off the engine, and climb out of the truck. Don't forget to get the briefcase out of the back seat - he always seemed to forget that for some reason. But not today. Today was the first day of the fall school term at St. Mary's Catholic School for Young Ladies, and Principal Hanson always liked the first day of the fall term. All of the girls coming back from the summer break, eager to see their friends again, but hating that they had to see them there at school. Also hating the fact that they had to go from their summer uniforms of short shorts and tank tops to their school uniforms of green plaid skirts and white button down shirts. Principal Hanson stood next to the open door of his truck and laughed inside as he watched the girls being dropped off in the front drive, obviously not happy about the uniform, but resigned to their fate. No busses here at St. Mary's; the tuition at the private school assured that all of the young ladies would be dropped out of Lexus and BMW's in the morning, mostly by a parent on the way to some corporate job downtown, or even at times by a driver who's sole job it was to ensure that the young daughter of some rich business person was dropped off at school, and then picked up at the proper time. Lots of money represented at this school.

Oh well, time to start the day. Principal Hanson locked his truck, and then started walking up the front sidewalk to get into the building. As he went along, he made sure and say hello to the students that he saw, and also the parents that he recognized. After being principal of the school for five years, and having only 200 students in the entire school, Principal Hanson prided himself on knowing the names of most all the girls in the school, and also of their parents. He made it a point to have his office staff take pictures of all the new 9th grade girls who started every fall, and then give him the pictures with names on the back so that he could sit in his office when it was slow and try to put names with faces. Usually he could learn the new girls within a couple of weeks, which made it easier to control discipline problems when he could call a student by name.

Walking into his office suite, Principal Hanson noticed that Samantha Jones, his primary secretary, was already in this morning, and already had the coffee pot working overtime. Ms. Jones enjoyed the beginning of the new term almost as much as Scott did. She had been with him for 5 years now, as long as he had been in charge at St. Mary's, and she was a godsend. She kept him on top of everything that he needed to know or do, and deflected everything else away from him so that he did not have to worry about it. It also helped that she was only a couple of years older than he was, and had what he considered a fantastic body - healthy, with a bit of meat on her bones. Large breasts, good-sized hips and ass, and broad shoulders. Principal Hanson had rearranged the outer office a couple of years ago so that the file cabinets were directly opposite his door, so that anytime Samantha had to get something out of the bottom of the file cabinet, he could watch her bend over and get a chance to appreciate her ass and the invariable panty line that appeared in her skirts.

"Good morning Scott. Isn't it wonderful the start of the new term?

"Yes it is. Certainly my favorite time of the school year."

"Oh, I agree. I love seeing all our young girls coming back to school, and all of the new girls that we get in here. It almost gets me excited thinking about how we have the opportunity to help these girls grow and expand their bodies... I mean minds. Grow and expand their minds."

Scott took a good look at his secretary for the first time this morning. It was not like her to make any sort of verbal or Freudian slip, but that certainly sounded like one to him. Samantha was wearing her normal ankle length skirt, but her blouse today was a little risqué for her normal tastes. Buttoning down the front, and so sheer that he could almost make out the lace pattern on the cups of her rather prodigious bra. Also, she had the top three buttons of the shirt undone, so if Scott was behind her at any point today looking at something on her computer screen, he was sure that he would be able to see all the way down to her navel. He made a mental note to try and make that happen before the end of the day.

"Uh, yes. Exactly. Growing and expanding minds." Scott said. "I am going to go in the hall for a few minutes before the first bell to greet the students. Will you bring me a cup of coffee out there?"

"Yes Sir, right away."

As Scott walked away, Samantha went back and sat down in her chair for a second. She COULD NOT BELIEVE that she had made a verbal slip like that. Especially in front of her boss. Sure, she had always thought that he was devilishly attractive, and even at times had worn certain pieces of clothing because she had seen how he had started at her breasts in a certain shirt, or at her ass in a certain pair of pants when he thought that she was not aware. She thought that he had a thing for lingerie, so she had gotten in the habit the last couple of years of wearing very lacy bras under white shirts whenever she could get away with it, just to watch his eyes struggle to keep looking her in the face when he was talking to her. She also was bold enough one day toward the end of the spring term to wear a pair a pair of slacks that she knew looked fine on her when she was standing up, but would gap a great deal in the back when she squatted down. She intentionally wore a white lace thong under those pants, and then at one point during the day, when she knew Principal Hanson was looking, she went to the file cabinet and squatted down in front of the bottom drawer pretending to look for something. When she heard the file folder drop out of Scott's hand and hit the floor, that was all the confirmation she needed. She went home that evening and rubbed herself to a very delicious orgasm imagining her boss sitting at his desk with a hard-on because of the show that she was putting on for him.

She had not really put much more thought into her boss until the end of last week, when they finished up the end of the teacher in-service week with a picnic lunch out on the athletic field. Principal Hanson had changed from the business clothes that he was wearing that morning into a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. It was obvious that Scott had put on some muscle since the last time that he wore those shorts, because they were just tight enough around his legs and across his ass to not be obscene, but to definitely leave little to the imagination. She had spent the rest of the weekend having the reoccurring urge to kneel in from of her boss and run her hands all over those strong thighs and ass, watching what she figured had to be a rather sizeable cock grow and expand before her eyes in the shorts. She still had that fantasy floating around in her head this morning on the drive in, so that must have been where her little verbal faux pas must have come from.

Composing herself, Samantha got up from her desk, poured Principal Hanson a cup of coffee, and then took it out to him in the hallway.

"Thank you Ms. Jones." She had been in the office an awfully long time getting just one cup of coffee - Scott hoped she was all right. He would be lost if Samantha was out sick the first week of school.

"Ms. Jones, are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, yes sir. I was just a little distracted, that's all."

"Well, all right, but try to focus. It is the first day of school after all."

"Yes sir."

As Ms. Jones went back into the office suite, Scott trained his eyes back to the front entrance of the building. He had always enjoyed watching the students coming in the building first thing in the morning, for a variety of reasons. He liked to see who was part of what group at that time, and which group of students would have to be watched a little more closely. He liked being able to say hello to the young ladies, and even spend a minute or two talking to them there in the hallway. He wanted the students to feel comfortable talking to him, even if he was a man. But most of all, he liked being able to look at the girls in their uniforms as they walked into his school. When he was hired as principal of St. Mary's five years ago, he was hired to bring some order back to the school.  The previous principal had let things get very lax at the school, and even though it was a private school with exorbitant tuition, there were a number of discipline problems, and the teacher attrition rate was way too high. So, one of the first chances that he made in the school of 200 teenage girls was to institute the dress code: white button down shirt, green plaid skirt at the knee, white knee socks, and black loafers. It was also understood because of the shirts that the young ladies would wear white bras underneath them, and white panties to match. He had hired a female etiquette teacher whose job it was to talk to the young ladies when they broke the unwritten rule about the bras and panties. Besides, all of these girls came from a privileged background of some sort, and needed to learn that in high society, women always wore white bras under white shirts, and their bras and panties always matched. At least, that is what they were teaching at St. Mary's under his watch, whether the rest of society agreed with it or not. Principal Hanson had initiated that unwritten rule, and all the teachers were on board.

Back to the matter at hand, Scott refocused his attention on the door, and the students that were still coming in the door. Suddenly, there she was. He had been looking for her the entire time that he had been standing in the door. Ruth-Ann Miller. She was a midyear transfer last year. Her family was in the oil business, and had been transferred to the city back in February. She had joined St. Mary's at that point as a Junior, and was a Senior this year. Normally girls that had not been part of the St. Mary's clan for all four years had a hard time fitting in or being accepted, but Ruth-Ann had been taken in almost immediately. Scott did not know what it was about her, but she set his blood boiling, especially since he knew that she had turned 18 over the summer. Her family had spent a year traveling through Europe when she was younger, and she did not attend school, so subsequently she was a year older than most of the other seniors at St. Mary’s. There had been other students in the past that he had fantasized about in his office with the door closed, but Ruth-Ann was different. She had something about her that just would not let his brain go.

As he took a closer look at her, he realized something rather quickly. She had hit a growth spurt over the summer months. She had to be a couple of inches taller, and her hips had filled out. As she turned to walk down the hallway in his direction, he also noticed that her breasts had definitely filled out more. She was pleasantly sized in the spring, but now she had a pair of tits that rivaled any he had ever seen.

" Good morning Principal Hanson." Ruth-Ann and the group of seniors that she was with all greeted him in chorus as they passed.

" Good morning girls. You better hurry, the first bell is about to ring."

" Yes Sir, we won't be late. See you later!"

As the girls continued on down the hall past him, Scott watched Ruth-Ann's ass the whole way. It was obvious that she had not bought new school uniforms over the summer, because with her new height, her skirt was about three inches too short from the back. A plan began to form in the back of Scott's head. He may be able to start the year off rather well indeed. 

As the first bell rang, Scott walked back into his office, again noticing that his secretary's shirt was open very far this morning, and he could just see the edge of her bra cups through the open neck. If she kept that up all day, he would have a hard time focusing.

"Ms. Jones, would you find out what class Ruth-Ann Miller is in this morning, and have her summoned to my office. I need to talk to her about the dress code policy."

Samantha was taken aback for a second. "Wouldn't you prefer to have Mrs. Franklin handle that? She is our etiquette counselor, after all."

"No, I would prefer to handle this one myself. I think Ms. Miller will need a sterner talking to than Mrs. Franklin can administer. Please let me know when she arrives. Also, when your office aide gets here, please send her in also. There are some things that I need filed in my office. Nothing important enough that you need to handle it, but I have things that I need to do this morning, and filing is not one of them."

"Yes sir, I will send my aide in when she gets here, and will let you know when Ruth-Ann Miller gets here."

As Principal Hanson headed into his office and partially closed the door, Samantha's mind was racing. Why did he want to talk to Ruth-Ann Miller himself when Mrs. Franklin usually handled those kinds of things? And on the first day of school at that? She was not sure, but it was definitely out of the normal routine for her boss. She hoped that the rest of the day went the way that it was supposed to, without any more surprises.

When the second bell rang to signal the beginning of the day, a young lady walked into the office and stopped in front of Samantha's desk.

"Ms. Jones? My name is Olivia Martinez. My schedule says that I am your office aide for first period." Olivia shifted from one foot to the other as she stood in front of Ms. Jones desk. She was so excited she could hardly contain herself. Ever since Principal Hanson had taken over the school, it was considered a major coup for a senior girl to be chosen as an office aide. That meant that for an entire semester, that lucky girl got to be around Principal Hanson for an entire hour every day. The general opinion with most girls around the school was that their principal was a serious hunk whose physical attributes were discussed almost every day in the locker room and hallways between classes. More than one girl at St. Mary's had given herself her first orgasm thinking about her hunky principal.

"Yes Olivia, I know. I selected you because of your good work ethic in your classes so far. I hope that you will not disappoint me here."

"Oh, no ma'am. I will work as hard as you need me to."

"Good. First thing this morning, I need you to go talk to Principal Hanson. He has some work that he needs you to do. When you are done, come back and I will have more for you to do. I am sure that Mr. Hanson will not want to be disturbed too much this morning, so when you go in pull the door back to the same position that it is in now."

"Do you mean with the door just cracked like it is now?" Olivia thought that she was excited before about being in the office, but now it was ten times as hard to control. She was being told to go into Mr. Hanson's office, and close the door behind her! She could feel her nipples get hard in anticipation, a fact that was not lost on Ms. Jones.

"Be respectful, don't make unnecessary conversation, and do your work quickly so that Mr. Hanson is not overly disturbed." Samantha could not believe that this girl in front of her had gotten so excited over the prospect of being in Scott's office. The way her nipples had tried to immediately jump out of her shirt was proof enough. Although, with Samantha's little verbal faux pas just a few minutes ago, she could understand the girl’s reaction.

"Yes Ms. Jones." Olivia turned past the front of the desk, and slowly pushed on the door to Mr. Hanson's office. 'Scott's office' she thought to herself.

Scott looked up as the door to his office opened. In walked Olivia Martinez. Ms. Jones had made a good choice in office assistants this fall. If nothing else, Olivia would be good eye candy. Hispanic heritage, long dark curly hair, and a little on the skinny side, but she would grow into her body.

"Good morning Olivia. Are you ready to work this morning?"

"Oh yes sir. I hope that I can do a good job for you."

Principal Hanson smiled at her. "I don't think that will be a problem. Do you see that stack of files on the table there against the wall? I need all of those checked to make sure that the form on top has the proper signatures, and then put in the file cabinet in alphabetical order. Do you think you can do that?"

"Oh yes sir, I can do that real easy." Olivia was positively beaming.

"Now Olivia, what would your Mrs. Hansen, your English teacher say about that? Think about what you just said, and what the proper English would have been."

Fear shot across Olivia's face at the rebuke, and then was quickly replaced with a look of concentration. After a few seconds of deep thought she responded, "It should have been 'do that easily' instead of ' do that real easy', right?"

"Yes Olivia, that is correct. Very good. Go ahead and start on those files, no more pop quizzes this morning."

"Yes sir." Olivia sat down at the stool by the table and started to go through the files checking for signatures.

Principal Hanson sat at his desk and looked at Olivia sitting on the stool. She had sat down, and instead of pulling her skirt under her before she sat down, she had pulled it out so that it draped over the back of the stool. That meant that she was sitting with her panties directly on the stool. Scott had always wondered why some girls pulled their skirts under them, and some flipped them out. He guessed that it was a comfort thing, but he had also noticed a correlation between the girls that flipped their skirts out, and the ones that were talked about in terms of being loose with the boys from St. Marks, the boys high school a couple of miles away.

Just as Scott was beginning to contemplate how Olivia's pussy felt on the stool, Ms. Jones poked her head in the office.

"Principal Hanson, Ruth-Ann Miller is here."

"Very good. Olivia, will you take those files outside you can continue to work on them, and you can file them after I am done?"

Olivia was sorely disappointed, but managed to hide it well. "Yes sir, no problem."

"Thank you. Ms. Jones, please send in Ruth-Ann, and close the door behind her."

"Yes sir, right away." What was that man thinking? Having a student in his office on the first day of school, with the door closed no less!? Things were out of the normal routine, and Samantha was struggling with it.

As Ruth-Ann sat in a chair in the outer office, she was excited and scared all at the same time. She was glad that she got to spend some time with her hunky principal, but had no idea why she had been called in the first place. When she had been called into the office, it had triggered a memory from the spring that she thought had gone away. She had been involved in the faculty student volleyball game at the end of the spring semester, and of course Principal Hanson had played in the game. He had worn the same uniform that the student team wore in games, so Ruth-Ann was very distracted along with the rest of the girls from looking at Scott in his black spandex shorts and white sleeveless shirt. Watching the muscles in his arms move, and looking at every contour of his ass in the shorts had gotten Ruth-Ann rather turned on by the end of the game. And apparently it had gotten to Ruth-Ann's best friend on the team, Jennifer, as well.

Ruth-Ann and Jennifer had adjacent lockers in the locker room off in a corner. After the game, they had been getting undressed to go shower. After Ruth-Ann had taken off her shirt and shorts, she sat down straddling the bench to untie her shoes. Ruth-Ann secretly liked to walk around in her bra and panties for a couple of minutes before showering because it excited her in a way to see how her underwear matched, and how good she looked in it. Unfortunately, she did not realize how turned on she was when she straddled the bench, but Jennifer was quick to point it out.


Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 01



"Good lord Ruth-Ann, did you pee yourself"

Ruth-Ann quickly looked down at her crotch, and saw that the entire area of her panties was soaked, and had become rather see through. She briefly thought about lying to Jennifer, but had always been truthful, and decided that was the best course.

"No, I didn't. I guess I enjoyed watching Principal Hanson's ass during the game more than I thought."

"Well, you weren't the only one." As Jennifer said that, she pulled her shorts down and spread her legs to show Ruth-Ann that the crotch of her panties was soaked also, even more than her friends. Two drop of juice had escaped when she pulled the shorts down, and were now running down the inside of each thigh. Jennifer reached down to catch the two drops, and then brought her hand back up and started rubbing the crotch of her panties, making them squish.

"Isn't that a funny sound? I love doing this through my panties, but it makes such a funky sound because I get so wet. I don't think that anyone gets as wet as I do."

Ruth-Ann did not answer for a second, because she was entranced with the show that was going on just two feet in front of her. She knew that Jennifer was a bit of a wild child, but never expected her to blatantly touch her pussy in front of her. Ruth-Ann could feel her nipples getting harder, and the crotch of her panties getting not just wet, but soaked, which was unusual for her. She had thought about Jennifer in sexual terms before, but seeing her like this, standing in front of her with her eyes closed, running her fingers up and down her cotton covered slit, just made Ruth-Ann weak with desire.

As Jennifer stood next to her locker, fingers still making the squishing sound with her panties, Ruth-Ann had a sudden attack of boldness. She reached up and touched Jennifer right on the crotch of her panties. She felt her friend stiffen for a second, and then relax again as Ruth-Ann's fingers began to move in rhythm with Jennifer.

They kept up the scene, with Jennifer touching herself, and Ruth-Ann touching both Jennifer and herself, for about 30 seconds, until they heard the locker room door open around the corner, and their coach walk in.

"I am locking the door to the gym in 20 minutes. Anyone not out by that point gets to spend the weekend, so move it ladies!"

The girls untangled themselves at that point and finished getting ready to shower. In the shower, there were a couple of glances exchanged, but with the rest of the team in there, nothing else could happen. Both girls got dressed and headed home that day without saying anything else, and had not said anything since then. They were still friends, and had hung out a few times over the summer, but nothing else had been mentioned. Ruth-Ann wondered if Jennifer had thought about that day since then.



Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 02



“Ruth-Ann? Ruth-Ann?!” Ms. Jones, the main secretary, was standing over her.  “Wake up, young lady. Mr. Hanson is ready to see you now. I hope that you pay more attention when you are in his office than you were out here.”

“Yes Ms. Jones.” Ruth-Ann stood up and walked the few feet to the open door of the office. She did not know if she should be scared or excited. She had only been in the school building for about 15 minutes, so she knew that she could not have done anything wrong yet. She also knew that she was not in any trouble left over from the spring, before school let out. So she was safe in that regard. So why did Principal Hanson want to see her so early in the morning? It was that uncertainty that was allowing her to get all excited.

As she entered the office, she saw Principal Hanson sitting behind his desk, bent over and reading some paper in front of him. If it was at all possible, he had gotten cuter in the last 15 minutes since she saw him in the hallway. 

“Sit down, Ruth-Ann, on the couch right there.”

Well, that was a good sign. If she was in trouble, she knew that she would have had to sit in one of the straight back chairs in front of the principal’s desk. Asking her to sit on the couch meant in her mind that she might now die this morning. She took the few steps over to the couch, and sat down in the middle. As she sat, she noticed that the couch had a lot of padding, and was very squishy. She almost sank into the leather seating, and when she leaned back, she sank in even more.

Principal Hanson stood up, came around the desk, and then looked out into the main office for a second before he turned back around, shutting the door all the way behind him. Ruth-Ann heard the door latch shut, and it was almost like a switch being thrown inside of her. She felt her nipples begin to harden, and suddenly it was very warm in the office.

Stephanie watched Mr. Hanson close the door, and really felt left out. Why had Principal Hanson looked at her like that for half a second before he turned and shut the door? He had the look of a cat that just swallowed the proverbial canary. Just what was he talking to that young lady about in his office?

Principal Hanson went back around to his side of the large desk, and sat back down in his chair. He took a second to really look at Ruth-Ann. She was of average height, but had definitely filled out over the summer. Her breasts were straining against her shirt, which was causing the space between the buttons to bulge out just a little. It was also obvious that the bra she was wearing was about a cup size too small, because he could see the top of her breasts pushing out over the top of the bra cups. Her arms and legs both looked a little bigger, like she had put on 10 pounds over the summer in all the right places. And those calf muscles – good god. Scott knew women and men in his gym that would kill for calves like that. It was no wonder that she was able to elevate all the way over the net when she played volleyball and spike the ball consistently for points. He wondered briefly what she would look like in a pair of strappy heels. Probably fuckin’ fantastic.

The other reason that Scott had asked Ruth-Ann Miller to sit on the couch instead of the chairs in the front of his desk was plainly obvious. Anyone who sat on the couch would naturally sink down and in to the leather, which is what Ruth-Ann was doing currently. Because of the position she had to sit in, it elevated her legs slightly, just enough that she could not cross them. So, Scott now had a wonderful crotch shot up Ruth-Ann’s dress, and the crotch of her white panties was just staring at him. Which is definitely the way that he wanted it for the time being.

“Ruth-Ann, so you know why I called you into my office this morning?”

“No, Principal Hanson, I don’t. I have not had a teacher tell me that I had done anything wrong this morning, so I don’t think I am in trouble. Did I do something wrong?”

Staring at the breast flesh that was trying to escape out of the top of Ruth-Ann’s too small bra, Scott answered, “Well, a teacher did not tell you anything, nor did anyone report anything to me. But we still have a problem. Ms. Miller, can you tell me exactly what the dress code here in at St. Mary’s?”

She thought that it was a strange question to start with, but knew that she was better of answering the question than pausing to figure out why Mr. Hanson would ask it. “From the top: white button down blouse, either short of long sleeved; plaid skirt in school colors, white socks, black shoes, and………” She really didn’t know why she paused, but Principal Hanson pounced on her hesitation.

“And what, Ms. Miller?”

“And… And the appropriate undergarments.”

“That is correct, almost word for word out of the student handbook. Now, do you know why I asked you that question?” It was getting harder for Scott to concentrate on being the stern principal, what with his cock beginning to grow in his pants. The little bit of panty that was showing from between Ruth-Ann’s legs was very exciting, and very distracting to him.

“No sir, I don’t know why.” And she honestly did not. Wasn’t she dressed according to the code? She did a quick mental inventory of herself, and everything came up all right.

Scott began to lay into her now, enjoying watching her squirm in an uncomfortable state. “I asked you that question because I believe that you are not following the dress code today. Before today, had you put on your uniform at all since you left school in May?”

“No sir. I had it hanging in the closet. I know the maid took it out and washed it yesterday so that I could wear it clean today, but I did not put it on until this morning when I was getting ready for school.”

“Well, Ms. Miller, it is obvious to me that you have grown into your body a little more since the end of the school year three months ago. Didn’t you notice any of your clothes getting tighter at the end of the summer?”

“Yes I did, but I thought it was just because I was not playing volleyball or soccer over the summer, and had put on a couple of pounds.”

Time to turn the fun up a notch.  Scott got up from his desk, and walked over to stand in front of Ruth-Ann. He knew that she could see the erection in his pants, but he did not acknowledge its existence at all. Let her think that he was unaware of how turned on his body was. Standing over her, Scott held out his hand.

“Come here, Ms. Miller. I want to show you something.”

Ruth-Ann took his hand, and almost swooned with the intense pleasure of it all. She had seen his prominent hard-on as soon as he came around the desk, and now it was less than a foot in front of her face. She was scared out of her mind, but also had an intense desire to see that meat in the flesh. She let him help her to her feet, and then lead her to the door of the small closet that was in the corner of the office. Mr. Hanson opened the closet door, and there on the back of the door was a full length mirror. Her Principal turned her sideways so that her left arm was the closest thing to the mirror.

“Ruth-Ann, do you see anything wrong with this picture?”

Try as she might, Ruth-Ann could not see what it was that the principal was looking for, so she just shook her head no.

“Right here. Do you think this is appropriate for our school environment?” Mr. Hanson had taken the first two fingers of his hand and stuck them between the buttons of the shirt where it was bulging out, letting his fingers come to rest on her bra right between her breasts.

“If your shirt is so small, and gaping so bad that I can slide two fingers in here, then your shirt is too small. You will have to get a bigger one, today. Now, turn around and face the front in the mirror.  Do you think that the bra that you are wearing is the right size for that shirt, and more importantly for your breasts?”

Ruth-Ann thought she was going to pass out from the excitement. Her nipples had gotten totally erect as soon as Mr. Hanson’s fingers had come to rest on her bra. Now he was actually talking about her bra. She knew that the bra was too small for her now, but decided to play dumb, just to see where this was going. 

“Well sir, I think it is ok. It is one of the same ones that I wore last school year.”

“You didn’t wear it at all this summer, and feel it getting smaller?”

“No Principal Hanson, I did not. I only wear white bras at school, because I have to. I have not worn this one since school let out.”

“And you don’t think that it is too small?”

“No, sir.”

“Ruth-Ann, you obviously need more education on the proper dress code here at St. Mary’s. Continue to face the mirror, and take your blouse off.”

Did she hear him right? Before it had been fun pretending she had been teasing her hunky principal, but with that statement it suddenly got a lot more serious. “You want me to do what, sir?”

“I said you need more education on the dress code, so take off your shirt. Do you have a problem following directions, Ms. Miller?” Scott did not know if his cock could get any harder. Watching this young thing agonize over her decision to disrobe or not was making him delirious with desire.

Slowly, Ruth-Ann’s hands traveled to the top button of her shirt, and began to undue the buttons one by one. She knew that her Principal’s eyes were focused on here chest, and it scared and excited her at the same time. Her friend Holly had told her that she could get any guy to do anything that she wanted just by showing him a little skin. It appeared that she was about to put that theory to the test.

As she got to the last button, she held the two halves of her shirt together for a second, looking through the mirror at Mr. Hansen’s crotch. She could swear that she could see his penis pulsing in his slacks. Taking a deep breath, Ruth-Ann pulled the two halves of her shirt apart, shrugged it off her shoulders, and then quickly draped it over the chair that was right by the closet door. 

There she stood, looking alternately at herself and at him through the mirror. He could tell that she was scared, but the turgid condition of her nipples betrayed the fact that she was awfully excited. Her bra was a white lace affair, somewhat see-thru, so he could make out the size of her areola. It was obvious she had outgrown it, a good portion of her breast meat was trying to escape out the top of the cups, and he bet that dividing line pressing into the middle of her tit could not be comfortable.

“Do you see Ms. Miller, how the top of the bra cup is digging into your breasts, right here?” Mr. Hanson was behind her now, and he reached around her shoulders to run his fingers along the exposed breast tissue. Ruth-Ann just stood there and felt her panties get wetter as he ran his fingers over the exposed part of her tits. She knew that she had to answer him eventually, even though she thought she was dong good to continue to breath.

“Yes, sir, I do. Like I said, I did not wear any of my white bras this summer, and when I put this one on this morning, this is how it fit.”

“Well, it is obvious with the way that it fits it is too small. Here, let me look at the tag for you. Ok, this is a 36c. You need to go shopping this evening, and buy a few new white bras. I am sure that if this one fits this small, then none of your other white bras will fit any better. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, now onto the other thing that I needed to talk to you about. Where is the end or your skirt supposed to hit you on the leg?”

Looking at her skirt length, and answering at the same time, Ruth-Ann said automatically “No shorter than the top of the knee in front or back.”

“Do you think that the skirt you have on today meets those criteria?”

Slouching down a little, Ruth-Ann willed her skirt to be longer. But at the same time, she knew this could be an opportunity to push the game further. She decided to go for broke. “Yes Mr. Hanson, I think it does.”

Scott thought he had her right where he wanted her. “Ok then, let’s check. Turn around, and face away from the mirror. Very good. Now, I want you to bend over at the waist, and keep your legs straight. Can you see your panties?” While Ruth-Ann was looking between her legs trying to see her crotch, Scott had moved behind her, and was getting quite an eyeful. He also realized very quickly that the panties she was wearing were not cotton like the dress code required, but were white nylon bikinis. And to top it off, the crotch was absolutely soaked, almost to the point of being see-thru. Scott could smell how excited the girl was, and it made his eyes cross. 

When Ruth-Ann bent all the way over and looked in the mirror, she most definitely could see the entire crotch of her panties, which made the skirt way to short. She also noticed Principal Hanson staring intently at her crotch, and not saying anything. She knew she was wet, and wondered if it was turning him on any more. A quick glance at his slacks confirmed that suspicion – there was a tell tale wet spot at the end of his bulge. She knew from reading her romance novels that when a man got VERY excited, his penis would leak juice, just like she did when she was hot. 

Deciding to go for broke, Ruth-Ann gave a practiced shake of her shoulders while she was still bent over, and both of her breasts popped out of her too small bra. Standing up, she turned back around and faced her Principal, with her erect nipples staring at him, begging for attention.

“Mr. Hanson, I think you were right. My skirt is too short, and my bra is too small. See? My breasts just fell out of the top when I leaned over.”

Scott was all to aware that that glorious set of 36d’s was staring him in the face, begging for his hands to squeeze them, to fondle then, for his lips to chew on then. For his cock to grease up and slide in between them. He decided to play the last card that he had in his hand. “Ruth-Ann, you know that only cotton panties are allowed here at St. Mary’s. Why are you wearing nylon bikinis?”

Once again, Ruth-Ann decided the safest course was to play dumb. “Sir, I forgot. Am I wearing nylon panties?”

“Yes you are. Pull up the front of your skirt and look in the mirror.”

Ruth-Ann did as she was told, exposing the entire front of her panties in the mirror as she pulled up the front of her skirt to just below her breasts. She could not believe how hot she looked, with her breasts out of her bra, and her skirt pulled up to her waist, exposing her panties to her hunky principal who was standing next to her with a massive erection in his dress pants.

“Ruth-Ann, there is a reason that we ask all of the young ladies here at St. Mary’s to wear cotton panties. We know that teenage girls are going to have sexual thoughts and urges that will cause them to become aroused from time to time, and cause their crotch to get wet with excitement. If you are wearing cotton panties, then that wetness can be absorbed, and kept away from your body. If you wear nylon panties all the time, then that moisture is kept close to the skin, and could lead to infection. So, we are really just looking out for your sexual health. “ 

Mr. Hanson had moved behind her, and had moved both of his hands around her waist as he spoke. Now, one hand went further, and plunged itself between her legs, where she was absolutely soaked. His fingers began to slide along the wet crotch of her panties, feeling her pussy lips.

“Here is a good example. You are obviously excited right now, and these nylon panties are keeping all of the moisture in. So it is very easy for my fingers to slide along the crotch of your panties. Do you feel my fingers on the crotch of your panties?”

“Oh god yes, Mr. Hanson. I can definitely feel your fingers on the crotch of my panties. I feel them sliding up and down my crotch. Oh god, please don’t stop that, not yet.”

Scott was now having to use one had to hold the girl up, while he used the other one to start pushing harder on her pussy through her panties. Never in his wildest dreams did he think when he woke up this morning that half an hour into the new school year, he would be standing in front of the mirror in his office, fingering one of the hottest seniors in his school.

Ruth-Ann was having a hard time remembering which direction was up. Her head seemed to be spinning constantly from the stimulation that she was receiving from Mr. Hanson’s fingers on her crotch, and the overall amazing naughtiness of the situation. She was still thinking clearly enough to realize that if she was ever going to get to third base with her Principal, she better show some initiative.

“Mr. Hanson, I appreciate that you are just looking out for my sexual health. Do you think that my crotch would be as wet without my nylon bikinis on, or do you think all of the wetness is in the panties right now?”

Scott had been so focused on feeling the girl tremble as he rubbed her that he had to think about the question for a second. A smile spread across his brain as he realized what she was hinting at, and more importantly the subtle admission that she was willing to play.

“I don’t know Ms. Miller. Why don’t you pull your panties down, and I will check for you?”

“Yes sir, just to check.” Ruth-Ann let go of her skirt, and grabbed the sides of her panties, slowly pulling then down her legs. When she got them past her knees, she bent from the waist, making sure to keep her legs straight. Sure enough, when she bent all the way over, she stuck her ass back a little until it ran into Mr. Hanson’s penis. She felt that huge piece of meat fit perfectly in between her ass cheeks, and the thought of that cock attached to that man made her dizzy for a second. She then straightened up, and proceeded to kick the panties off her foot, and into a corner of the office. She straightened back up, and pulled her skirt back up to just below her now useless bra. “Will you check for me now, Mr. Hanson?”

Scott wrapped his arms back around the waist of this precocious vixen, and buried his right hand back in her crotch, while his left was holding her up as she leaned into his chest. She was so wet and hot, his fingers slip inside her pussy lips the second he touched her. What a sight – this barely 18 goddess leaning into him, getting off on his fingers in her pussy. He could feel her begin to stiffen up as he really went to work on her, sliding hid fingers deep into her, and then bringing that wetness up to her clit, and lightly rubbing that little nub of pleasure. He could tell she was very sensitive, because the first time he touched her clit, her breath caught in her throat, and he could feel her stomach clench even tighter under his hand.

Faster now, working those fingers in and out of her hole, all pretense of an examination gone at this point, just the overwhelming need to watch, hear, and feel this gorgeous creature come. There was nothing more satisfying in Scott’s life than being next to a woman that was having an orgasm. Just the sights, the sounds, the feel, and the smell, all were intoxicating to Scott. There was no better aphrodisiac on the planet for him. Although at this point, he really did not thing that he needed to be turned on any more. If Ruth-Ann came hard enough, that might be enough to push him over the edge, and come in his own pants. Which would be OK, since he had a change of clothes in the private bathroom in his office, but explaining why he had to change would be challenging.

He heard Ruth-Ann’s breathing go up another octave, and realized be better go ahead and get this girl off before she lost her mind. Redoubling his efforts, he began to strum on her clit like a flamenco guitar player, as fast as his fingers would allow. He felt the girl stiffen immediately, and then hold her breath, like her body could not decide what to do because all systems were on overload.




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 02



Ruth-Ann had totally forgotten where she was, or what was being done to her. She just knew that the few times she had played with herself had never felt like this. Her whole body was floating above the floor, and she was sweating profusely. Suddenly, Mr. Hanson started doing something very quickly in her pussy that felt amazing! She felt her whole body tense up, and she held her breath, not because she meant to, but because she knew there was something just over the horizon that was going to blow her mind. After about 5 seconds of oxygen deprivation, it arrived. This overwhelming mess of feelings that were all intense and wonderful and explosive and so overpowering that she did not know where to focus. Some of it had to be released beyond what her pussy was going through, so she opened her mouth to scream out in happiness and exstacy.

Just as soon as her mouth opened, she felt a hand go between her teeth, effectively blocking her scream. So, she did the next logical thing, and clamped down on the hand with her teeth. The added ability to release pressure there allowed her to ride the storm without passing out. After what seemed like hours, but really could have only been a few seconds, Ruth-Ann felt herself begin to come back to the reality of her surroundings.

“Bend over. For fuck’s sake, bend over!” She felt the arm around her waist let go, and begin to push on her lower back to bend her over. She complied with the urging, leaning over until her hands were on either side of the mirror, bracing herself. She looked in the mirror, and saw Mr. Hanson undoing his belt with one hand, while the other hand was still buried in her pussy, alternately holding her and stroking her. 

Ruth-Ann watched in the mirror as first the belt, and then the button and zipper were undone. The pants dropped to the floor as that massive bulge came into view, encased in a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. She watched his hand pull the briefs down enough to free the cock hidden within. Ruth-Ann gasped again when that gorgeous tool came into view. It looked like it was ready to explode! The head was purple, and she could see the veins throbbing along the sides of the shaft. She looked up into Mr. Hanson’s eyes, and saw them looking squarely at her exposed ass. With her panties off and skirt pulled up, she was on full display for her Principal.

Ruth-Ann watched Mr. Hanson’s eyes bore holes into her backside as he began to slide his hand up and down the shaft of that VERY erect cock. She noticed that he was having coordination trouble, and realized that he was right handed, and that dominant hand was still buried in her pussy. Deciding that it could not hurt to be a little bit bolder this morning, Ruth-Ann spoke up.

“Principal Hanson, can I help you with that.”

Scott looked in the mirror, and into the eyes of Ruth-Ann. She was dead serious. “Oh fuck yes. I am so close to coming I can feel my balls boiling. Get on your knees.”

Ruth-Ann turned around, and dropped to her knees. She replaced Mr. Hanson’s hand on his cock with hers, and was amazed. It was so hot, so hard, and it was throbbing in time to his heartbeat. She took her other hand, and felt his balls. They were tight up against his body, and just as warm as the cock in her other hand was. Well, time for third base.

She pulled the erect cock away from his stomach, and wrapped her lips around the purple head of the beast.  She took the entire head into her mouth, ran her tongue around it a couple of times, and then pulled off. She gave a tentative lick to the crown of the cock, and then took the head back into her wet mouth. As soon as she took the head of his cock in her mouth the second time, she felt him stiffen, and the first shot of come fire out of his cock, and splash down onto her tongue. The next shot came immediately after, followed by another and another. She had heard that she should collect all of the come in her mouth, and then spit it out later, but there was so much come flowing out of the end of this glorious cock that it was too much for her to handle, so she opened her mouth a little wider, and began to let the come flow out of the sides of her mouth, and run down her face, dripping onto her breasts.

Scott managed to keep his eyes open the entire orgasm. He watched her face register surprise when that first shot of come landed in her mouth, and then her struggle to try and contain it all. When she could not, instead of gagging, she very naturally opened her mouth a little bit and let the excess run out of the sides of her mouth, and down her face. Now the excess come was beginning to drip on her breasts. Scott knew that would be an image that would stay with him the rest of his days.

Ruth-Ann waited until that cock calmed down, and began to go soft before letting it go from her mouth. She still had a full load of come to contend with. She got up, and calmly walked to the private bath in the office, where she spat the rest of the come in her mouth into the sink, and then used a hand towel to clean off her face and breasts of the rest of the massive load she had just encountered. Her more experienced friends had told her that boys did not come a lot. She had to go back and tell them it was different with grown men.

By the time she came back out of the bathroom, Mr. Hanson had made it to his desk chair, and was leaning back in it, still with his pants undone, and his cock out of his briefs. He watched her put her shirt back on, and button it up very quickly. She then turned to look at him.

“I understand I need to go shopping this evening to buy new school clothes. Is there anything else you need from me, Principal Hanson?”

“No, Ms. Miller, I think that is all right now. Have a good day, and I will talk to you tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you for the dress code refresher. I certainly feel I learned a lot this morning.” She could not help but have a twinkle in her eye when she said that parting line.

As Scott watched Ruth-Ann Miller walk out of his office, re-closing the door behind her, he noticed a flash of white on the floor next to his desk. He bent down, and realized that either in her haste, or on purpose, Ruth-Ann had left her panties in his office, and was now walking through the rest of the day with no knickers on. The thought did nothing to diminish the excitement that Scott was still feeling. With a smile, he picked up the still wet panties, and put them in the top drawer of his desk. He was sure he would take them home tonight and appreciate them some more, which he was beating his cock thinking about this morning. A wonderful start to the school year, indeed.



Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 03



By the time that Ruth-Ann got to the last period of the day, she was so excited it was hard to sit still. Going to all of her classes, knowing that the panties she left the house with this morning were now in her Principal’s possession had just kept her wet all day. It was a very strange and cool sensation to go to biology class today and have to sit on the little metal stools. Because she was bare underneath, her moist pussy had been resting directly on the cold metal, which was very uncomfortable at first, but as her over-excited body heated the metal, it became much more comfortable. She was amused immensely at the end of class when she stood up and saw the wetness that had accumulated on the stool where she had been sitting.

So now it was time for soccer practice. She hurried to the locker room, not even stopping at her locker to drop off her book bag. She wanted to get changed into her soccer shorts before anyone else got in there, not sure how she would explain that one if anyone did happen to see. Unfortunately, even the best-laid plans fail sometimes.

“Ruth-Ann, you don’t have any panties on!” In her haste to get changed, Ruth-Ann had lost track of what was going on around her, and had not heard the door to the locker room open. There stood her friend Jennifer, book bag in hand, looking at her. Ruth-Ann had just taken off her skirt, and since her locker was still locked, it was pretty obvious that she had not taken her panties off first.

“Uh…. I already took them off.” Maybe she could bluff her way out of this one. Unfortunately, Jennifer was quicker than that.

“Oh bullshit. Why would you take your panties off before soccer practice? You would only take them off after to shower.” Jennifer’s eyes suddenly grew a little brighter. “Have you been walking around all day without panties on?”

Ruth-Ann thought about it for a couple of seconds, and decided that the truth was stranger than anything she would be able to make up on the spot. “ I lost them.”

Jennifer began to giggle. “You lost them? Didn’t you have them on? How in the hell do you lose your panties when you are wearing them? Did your pussy eat them?”

Ruth-Ann blushed furiously, but managed to respond. “No, my pussy did not eat them. If I promise to tell you later, will you let it drop for now? Please?”

Jennifer thought for a second. “Ok, but only if you promise to tell me later. Anything that you can’t tell me know has to be a killer story.” She started for her locker next to Ruth-Ann’s. “How the hell do you lose your panties?”

Jennifer continued to mumble that phrase over and over under her breath as she sat down next to Ruth-Ann on the bench and began to change into her practice uniform. Ruth-Ann noticed that her friend sure was taking a look as she took off her too-small white lace bra, and pulled on her sports bra. She knew that her breasts were considerably larger than Jennifer’s, which just made sense. While Jennifer was long and lean, with breasts that were on the small side, Ruth-Ann was a couple of inches shorter, but carried a lot more muscle on her frame, and her breasts were in proportion to that.

The girls finally got changed, and made it onto the field with the rest of the team. Since it was the first day of the new school year, their coach was taking it easy on them, making sure all the girls on the team were still in some semblance of shape, and that no one was going to pass out or throw up. Because Ruth-Ann had made a point of running and swimming every day during the summer, she was in better shape than most of the girls, and it showed. She and Jennifer pretty much ran circles around the rest of the team, so at the end of practice when the rest of the squad was laying on the sideline gasping for breath, Ruth-Ann and Jennifer were already heading for the showers.

Back in the locker room, Jennifer was untying her cleats when Ruth-Ann spoke up. 

“Jenn, do you have anything you have to do this evening?”

“It’s the first day of school. Of course I don’t have anything to do. Why?”

“Well, I have to go shopping this evening, because apparently my school uniforms are too small. Do you want to go with me?”

“Sure. Let me take a shower real quick, and then we can go.”

Ruth-Ann paused for a second, and them spoke up again. “Well, since I don’t have any other clothes with me, why don’t we go back to my house first, and then go from there? We can shower at my house. My parents won’t be home before dinner.”

Ruth-Ann let that last statement hang in the air, hoping that Jennifer would get the hint that she was interested in continuing what they had started back in May. Apparently Jennifer did understand, or totally missed it, because she responded quickly. “That sounds good. However, I don’t have any clothes to change into besides my school uniform. Although I guess I could buy new clothes while we are at the mall. That’s what my dad’s AmEx is for, right.”

“That’s right. Great. Lets get out of here so we have as much time as possible to shop.”

The two excited teens quickly gathered their stuff, only taking enough time to switch from cleats to flip-flops. As Jennifer jumped into her BMW sedan, Ruth-Ann climbed into her Ford Explorer. Windows down, radio up, and away them went.

Jennifer followed close behind Ruth-Ann’s Ford as they headed away from school. She knew that her BMW could corner with best of them, but she did not want to lose Ruth-Ann at all now. She hoped that the way that Ruth-Ann had invited her over to her house, instead of showering at school, meant what she thought that it did. The episode between the two of them the past spring still kept a place in her mind, and she hoped that maybe the tone of her friend’s voice meant that she too was interested in seeing if this could go any further.

Pulling into the driveway of Ruth-Ann’s house, Jennifer was somewhat impressed. The house was not overly large, like some of the houses in the area, but it was obvious that it sat on a whole lot of land, which gave a nice sense of privacy in the crowded neighborhood. As Jennifer put the Beemer in park, she noticed a dog in the window looking out, but did not notice any other movement, and no other cars in the drive. The setup could not be any better if she had planned it herself ahead of time.

Into the house the two girls ran, eager to get ready so that they could head to the mall for the evening’s entertainment. “Jennifer, meet Max. Max, Jennifer.” Max had already introduced himself to Jennifer by putting his paws on her waist and trying to lick her face.

“Well hello there Max. Did you have a good day at home?” As Jennifer asked the question, she gave Max a good scratch behind the ears as a welcome. Max apparently decided that she was OK, for he got off of her waist and walked back over to sit in front of the window again.

“Up this way, Jennifer.” Ruth-Ann was already half way up a staircase that was at the end of the entryway. “My room is at the top of the stairs in the back.”

Jennifer picked up her book bag and obediently followed. At the top of the stairs was an open door that led into a game room of some sort, and a closed door that she assumed belonged to Ruth-Ann. But that was it. 

“Only two doors up here. Do you have to go downstairs to use the bathroom?”

“No, when whoever built this house thought up the plans, they must have had a teenage girl in mind. My room is here, and a full bath is attached to the room. If I had a fridge up here, I could not emerge for days at a time. And with my brother, there have been times that I have wanted to do just that.”

“Where is your brother’s room?”


“He has a conversion room in the basement. My parent’s room is on the ground floor, so we all have about as much privacy as we could want. Come on in.”

Ruth-Ann opened the door to her room, and led her friend in. She was really surprised that she had been able to grab the doorknob and get it turned on the first try. She was so nervous that she was sure she was shaking. She had been thinking about getting Jennifer alone for months, and had wondered how she would do it, and now the opportunity was in her lap. She just hoped that she had enough guts to actually go through with it.

As Jennifer walked into the room, a quick visual scan revealed all the normal stuff that every teenage girl should have: bed, dressers, desk, TV and stereo, stuffed animals, bookshelves, and pictures on the wall of Tom Cruise and Antonio Banderas. She also saw the door open to the bathroom in the back.

“Tom Cruise and Antonio Banderas? Aren’t they a little old for you?”

“I don’t know Jenn, I have always seemed to like guys older than me.”

“Whatever. I think I will stick with Orlando Bloom as my future husband.” Ruth-Ann’s blank look prompted her to explain further. “Orlando Bloom? He was the elf in ‘The Lord of the Rings’ movie? He was in ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ with Johnny Depp?” Still more blank looks from Ruth-Ann. “Never mind. I will show you pictures tomorrow.”

Ruth-Ann sat on the side of her bed and kicked off her flip-flops. “Why don’t you go ahead and take a shower first? Your hair takes longer to do than mine does.”

Jennifer’s nose turned up at the suggestion. “We have been showering together in athletics for three years now, and suddenly you are shy about taking a shower together because we will have to share a shower head? Puh-leaze.”

“Well, actually, we would have to share six shower heads.” At this rate, Jennifer was going to make all of the moves and decisions for her. Not that she was complaining. It certainly made it easier for her if all she had to do was go along with her first time instead of taking the lead.

“Six shower heads? Do you have a bathroom or a locker room?” Jennifer moved into the bathroom for a second, and then called out, “Oh, I don’t think I have ever seen a shower like this. It does have six heads, and they’re all in the walls. Cool. I am going on in. Hurry up, I might get lonely.”

Ruth-Ann moved about two feet to the left on her bed, and looked into the full-length mirror that was over the vanity in her bathroom. From that angle, she was looking at the side of Jennifer as she kicked off her flip-flops and pulled her uniform shorts off, along with her regulation white cotton panties. The uniform top and sports bra also came off in one motion, and landed on the floor in front of the vanity. Ruth-Ann continued to look at Jennifer’s ass as she opened the glass door, and then bent into the shower to turn the water on. At that angle, bent at the waist, it was almost like Jennifer was putting herself on display for her friend. Ruth-Ann could see the dark space in between Jennifer’s legs, but the hair there obscured getting any more anatomy lessons. However, the thought that Jennifer’s pussy was staring at her again after all these months was enough to make Ruth-Ann’s juices flow even more, making her squeeze her legs together in delicious agony.

Ruth-Ann watched Jenn’s ass disappear into the shower and heard the door shut. Immediately the steam began to billow out of the bathroom, followed shortly by a long drawn out sigh from the shower’s lone occupant. “God this feels good. Do we really have to go shopping, or can I just stay here for the next couple of hours?”

No time to answer now. Ruth-Ann pulled her soccer shorts off, realizing that her pussy was so wet that the juice had seeped into the crotch of her shorts, making them nice and juicy also. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, quickly sinking her first two fingers inside of herself. God she was turned on. She closed her eyes for a second, bringing her fingers back out and up to her clit, which by this point was as erect as her nipples were. Rubbing the abundant juice along her clit, she almost sat back down on the bed it felt so good. She really wanted to continue to stand there and finger herself, but a small voice in the back of her head kept screaming that there was much more pleasure waiting for her if she would just gather the nerve to get in the shower. After a few more strokes of that hard knob, Ruth-Ann took a deep breath, pulled her hands out of her crotch, and removed her jersey and sports bra in one motion.

Opening the glass door to the shower, Ruth-Ann felt her excitement ratchet up another notch. Jennifer was standing in the shower facing her with all 6 jets going full blast. Her head was down so the water could run over her head, giving the impression she was standing under a waterfall. Even though there was a billowing cloud of steam from the heat, Jennifer’s nipples were protruding out at least a half-inch. The desire to walk over and nurse at those tits was pretty overpowering, but still Ruth-Ann waited for the nerve to come to her. She was pretty sure that Jennifer was game, but still was not sure if she could go through with it, although her pussy was making a pretty convincing argument at this point. She knew that sometimes it was better to just listen to what your body was telling you instead of what your rational mind is trying to say.

“Alright, quit hogging all the hot water. I have to get clean too, you know.” Closing the shower door behind her, Ruth-Ann moved into the shower, and in what she hoped was a playful motion touched Jennifer’s shoulders and pushed her back against the wall so she could get under the spray. The hot water did feel good, almost enough to distract her from her excitement level, but only for a brief second.

“Here, let me wash your hair.” Ruth-Ann opened her eyes to see Jennifer leaning against the back wall with a hand full of shampoo. Not being in the mood to turn down an offer to have Jennifer touch her, Ruth-Ann moved out of the shower spray and dropped her head, offering her hair to this gorgeous creature in front of her. As Jennifer’s hands began to work the shampoo into lather, she felt her head being moved back and forth. This girl was a lot stronger that she appeared. Ruth-Ann tired to keep her head still, but to no avail.

“Geez Ruth-Ann, your head is bouncing around like crazy. I love it when my stylist gives me a head massage while she is washing my hair, and I was trying to do the same for you. I guess my head is braced against the wash sink when she does it. Um… ok. Why don’t you get on your knees, and brace your forehead against my stomach. That way I can dig in on your head.”

The last two sentences took a second for Ruth-Ann to register completely. She had been so out of her mind with Jennifer’s hands running through her hair. It had felt so good; she was imagining her friend’s hands on other parts of her body, like stroking her clit and squeezing one of her nipples at the same time. Now this goddess wanted her to get on her knees in front of her, and put her head on her stomach? With her face that close to her pussy? Well of COURSE she would take her up on the offer.

Ruth-Ann got on her knees in the shower, and slowly leaned her head into Jennifer’s stomach as Jenn held her hair back. When she was situated, the ministrations on her head and scalp started again. Although it felt heavenly, a scalp massage was the last thing on her mind. Because Jennifer was a couple of inches taller than Ruth-Ann, her forehead was resting below her belly button, and her nose was almost buried in the sparse pubic hair that decorated Jenn’s crotch. She could smell Jennifer’s excitement as soon as she got on her knees. She smelled different from her own smell, but Ruth-Ann knew the smell of excitement. There had been enough times that she had engaged in a marathon orgasm session in her room late at night, and then come out of the bathroom to find the room still reeking of sex. She knew that smell intimately.

Ruth-Ann also noticed that when her head tilted down so Jennifer could get the back of her hair, that the lips of that beautiful pussy right in front of her were at full bloom. She had heard that every woman’s equipment looked different, but had never been able to tell in the locker room. Now, she had an up close inspection going on. While Ruth-Ann’s pussy just got full of blood and very red when she was excited, it never really changed shape. Looking at Jennifer’s pussy, however, she could tell that the outer lips had pulled away completely, and the inner lips were in full bloom, just begging for some stimulation of some sort. Her clit was sticking out between the inner lips, a beacon for anyone searching for the Promised Land.

The stimulation was just too much. With the earlier excitement in the day, the locker room episode earlier this year, and this afternoon running through her head, not to mention Jenn’s hands still running through her hair, Ruth-Ann ran out of doubt. She knelt down a little more and ran her tongue from as far back on that glorious pussy as she could to the top of that beautiful pubic hair. She felt Jennifer stiffen for a second, and then the hands in her hair wrap a little tighter and pull her back into that juncture.

Jennifer was going crazy. What other hints did she have to drop to Ruth-Ann that she wanted the same thing she did? She thought that Ruth-Ann’s idea of showering at her house was as clear a signal as she needed, but then nothing. So washing her hair was a last ditch effort on her part before she pushed Ruth-Ann against the shower wall and took her. Thank god her friend finally got the message when she put her on her knees. Jenn knew that she was very excited, and it would show in her crotch. When Ruth-Ann’s head bent forward, and that tongue slid over her clit, Jennifer moaned both in excitement and relief. She needed to come, bad, and needed her beautiful friend to help her get there.

She continued to wrap her fingers in Ruth-Ann’s hair and pull her face into her crotch. She needed to get off, and the time for tenderness was later. Right now, she needed her clit licked, and her pussy fingered to get her over the edge. “Oh God yes. That is exactly what I need. Stick your finger in my pussy. Fuck that pussy while you lick my clit. God I need to come. I have needed to come since you first walked into the locker room today. Seeing you without any panties on got me so excited. Oh yea, right there. Lick my clit right there. Faster, fuck my pussy faster. Oooohhhhh… don’t stop. I am so close. Please don’t stop. Please. Please….PLEASE…..”

Ruth-Ann was aware of Jennifer talking, but could not understand what she was saying. She was so involved with her first act of cunnilingus that nothing else mattered. She could feel Jennifer start to tremble, and her legs begin to give way. She wanted to make her friend come. She wanted to feel that pussy squeeze her fingers as she thrust them inside. Keep running circles around her clit with her tongue, and keep those fingers sliding in and out of that beautiful hole. He shoulder was cramping up, but it felt so good knowing she had the power to make her friend feel this good.

Almost…almost…. almost there. Just a little more. Come on Jenn, get over the mountaintop. And then, there it was. Ruth-Ann felt all of the tension go out of Jenn’s body except for her pussy, which was clamped down on her fingers for dear life. Ruth-Ann knew from personal experience to keep up her clit work in order to make the come last longer. And she did, and by god if she did not feel Jennifer clamp down on her fingers for about 10 seconds, relax for a bit, and then moan out loud and start the whole process over again. Did she just make Jennifer come twice in a row without a break? It seemed like it.

Jennifer’s world was a haze at the moment. All she knew was that she had just had two of the most powerful orgasms of her life, and back to back no less. She was riding a sexual high, and wanted to share the feelings with Ruth-Ann. Using her hands, which were still wrapped in her friend’s hair, she pulled Ruth-Ann to her knees, and stuck her head under the shower nozzle, rinsing her hair. At the same time, she leaned into her, and planted her lips full on her friend’ face trying to convey all the emotions running through her in one kiss. Judging from Ruth-Ann’s response, she did a pretty good job.




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 03



Pushing her against the wall, Jennifer knew that she wanted to get her off. Breaking the kiss, Jenn bent down a little and pulled the nipple of one breast into her mouth. Ever since she and Ruth-Ann had been on the same teams, she had been envious of her breasts. Jenn’s were nothing to be ashamed of, but Ruth-Ann had this pair of D cup tits that were as close to perfection as Jenn could imagine. She had wanted to get a chance to touch them for the last year, ever since she came out to herself, and now was given the opportunity. She certainly was not going to let it go. As she nursed at that beautiful nipple, Jennifer slid her right hand down Ruth-Ann’s stomach until she found her pubic hair. Traveling further, she found Ruth-Ann’s clit and pushed hard on it. My God! That thing felt as large as her pinky finger. Ruth-Ann must be able to finger herself like crazy with that much to work with. Again for a brief second, Jennifer felt envy with Ruth-Ann’s exceptional equipment, but then realized that for the time being, she got to play with her new toys, and that seemed to reconcile things in her mind.

Jennifer continued to work Ruth-Ann over, sucking on first one nipple and then the other, all the while rubbing her clit vigorously. After almost no time at all, she felt her friend tense up, and take that sharp intake of breath that usually signifies an approaching orgasm. Determined to make Ruth-Ann feel as fantastic as she did, Jenn redoubled her efforts, turning her hand into a blur, and lightly biting the nipple that was wedged between her teeth. That seemed to be just what Ruth-Ann needed, for her whole body tensed up, waited for a 2 count, and then went over the top. Moaning something incoherent, Ruth-Ann wrapped her fingers in Jennifer’s hair, and held her tight to her breast as the orgasm washed over her. Jenn continued to lightly rub Ruth-Ann’s crotch, and keep the nipple in her mouth as her friend came down off the sexual high she was on. She felt Ruth-Ann go limp, and helped her slump to the shower floor. Laying her head on her friend’s chest, the two girls just laid sprawled out on the shower floor for a while, both recovering from what just transpired between them.

“Jenn?”

“Yea?”

“Can we do this again?”

Jennifer raised her head a little to look at Ruth-Ann’s face. “Right now?!”

“No silly,” Ruth-Ann giggled in reply. “Not now. But sometime. I liked this.”

“Yea, me too.”



Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 04



Scott pulled up to the gatehouse of his community, and rolled down the window of his truck. Jack, one of the security guards for the settlement, walked up and shined his flashlight at the front of the windshield, looking for the sticker that indicated a resident of the property. Scott reached up and turned on the overhead light to make Jack’s job easier.

“Good evening Mr. Hansen. How was the first day of school this year?”

“Evening Jack. Long as usual, but also running very smooth already.”

“That’s good to hear sir. You have a nice night.”

“Thank you Jack. You do the same.”

Jack moved back into the guardhouse, and flipped the switch to open the automatic gate that was the beginning of the property. After the gate was fully opened, Scott moved the truck back into gear, and eased it onto the main road of the exclusive subdivision.

Scott always marveled at the exclusive little enclave that he was fortunate enough to live in. Right in the middle of the city, but each of the 24 houses in the walled community had almost an acre of land to go with them. The houses took up an inordinate amount of space on their own, and then adding the additional property on to each owner’s lot made the area feel very spacious, even with the city rising over the walls on the outside.

Scott had not meant to come to the city five years ago. He had been very content working as the principal of a rural high school about two hours out of town. Everyone in town knew him, and his reputation was flawless. However, about six years ago, his eccentric Uncle Buddy and Aunt Pearl had been killed on Safari in Ghana when their SUV was crushed by a stampeding pack of elephants. He knew that his Aunt and Uncle were well off because of some shrewd business deals in the ‘80’s, but he did not know how well until after the funeral, when the will was read. Apparently because Scott had been kind to the perceived “black sheep” of the family, and had visited them anytime they were all in town together, his Uncle Buddy had left his entire estate to his favorite nephew, which just happened to be Scott. Because they traveled so much, the estate consisted of the grandiose house that Scott now lived in, a couple of cars, a few hundred thousand shares of blue chip stocks, and enough cash in the back for neither Scott or his unborn children to ever have to work again.

After the expected legal battles over the estate from Uncle Buddy’s half brother and first wife, Scott took control of the house and estate. He decided to move out of the small town that he was living in, and move into the house that was now his. The first nine months living there were a blast: hosting parties in the veranda, taking a long overdue trip to Europe, sitting on the couch chAnnel surfing all day, etc. But eventually, all play and no work makes for a dull boy, and Scott found himself restless. He enjoyed teaching, and wanted to get back to it. So he started looking around, and the job at St. Mary’s almost was given to him on the first interview. So Scott now had a job that he loved, and financial worries were a thing of the past. He made a big deal out of keeping his wealth a guarded secret, for he did not want the parents of the children attending St. Mary’s to think that just because he was in the same social circles as them, that they could get special treatment for their daughters. Hence the three year old truck with the dent in the tailgate. Image is everything, and to the parents at St. Mary’s his image was salt of the earth intelligent. Which suited Scott just fine.

*****

Ruth-Ann and Jennifer pulled into the parking lot of the Windy Pines mall, and piled out of their cars. They had went ahead and brought Jennifer’s car along also, because she had to get home at a certain hour, and the girls wanted to maximize every second they could on their shopping expedition. Ruth-Ann had changed into a comfortable pair of wind pants and a white stretch top. If you looked close enough, you could see the pattern of the lace on the black bra she was wearing underneath. Ruth-Ann knew that usually a black bra under a tight white shirt was a fashion faux pas, but she had been on a sexual high all day, and was in the mood to show off. She also knew that when she bent down the matching black lace panties would ride out of the back of her wind pants, hopefully teasing anyone who was lucky enough to get a glimpse. Jennifer had put her school uniform back on, so the first priority was to hit the Gap so Jenn didn’t have to wear those clothes any longer than necessary.

Moving through the mall, the girls noticed that business was a little slow, even for a weeknight. Walking into the Gap, they realized that they were the only ones in the store, and the only person working right then was a VERY cute boy behind the register. He did not look familiar, but could not have been more than 18 or 19.

“Ruth-Ann, what do you think about this pair of jeans?” Jennifer was holding up a pair of hip huggers with a very large belt attached already to them.

“If they fit you, I bet they would look great. Let’s see if there is a shirt around here that would go with that.”

As the girls wandered through the racks, there were very aware of the cashier’s eyes boring holes into them. Apparently it had been a slow evening, and seeing two gorgeous girls enter his store was the best thing to happen to the poor fellow all day. Ruth-Ann felt it, and at one point walked up to Jennifer with her back to the counter, and did a real obvious “Are you watching him?” look over her shoulder. Jenn nodded her head, and a smile spread over her face, as if some deliciously wicked plan had just been hatched in her head.

After Jennifer had a pair of jeans and a couple of shirts picked out, the girls headed back to the changing room area. The cashier met them at the doors, and asked if she wanted to try those things on.

“Oh yea, I do.” Jennifer said as sweetly as possible. “Is there a room back here big enough for both of us to use?”

“Well, we have a handicap accessible room, but I am not supposed to let just anyone in there.”

“Oh, please? I would appreciate it so very much if you would let us in there for a few minutes.” Jennifer bent over as she cooed at the boy, and made sure her arms pushed her breasts out at him.

“Well, uh… I guess it won’t hurt since no one else is here.”

“Great. Thanks a lot!”

Ruth-Ann was wondering what was up the entire time. She and Jennifer could have fit into one of the regular changing rooms together just fine. Why did they need the handicap accessible one on the end of the row?

The boy unlocked the room, and then stepped back as Jennifer almost pushed Ruth-Ann into the room, and then followed her inside. Jenn kept hold of the door handle as the boy walked back to the counter, and then let it go, and let the door swing open part ways. When the door stopped, Ruth-Ann discovered why Jennifer had insisted on the room at the end of the hall. She could look in the mirror, and see the boy at the counter through the cracked door, which meant that he could also look in the mirror and see into the room where Jennifer was already unbuttoning her shirt.

“What are you doing? You are going to tease that boy to death, Jenn. It’s a good thing he is far enough away that he can’t hear what we are saying.”

“To death? My dear, I have not yet begun to tease. I feel wonderful tonight, and I want to play. Now you better make sure you are ready when I need your help.”

Opening her uniform shirt, Jennifer peeled it off, and hung it on the hook attached to the back of the door, making sure to linger long enough facing the open door for the now sweating cashier boy to get a good look at her bra-encased breasts. She then turned around and grabbed one of the shirts off of the hanger. Easing it onto her athletic frame, she made sure to take an inordinate amount of time to pull the shirt over her head, get it into place, and then tug and pull at it constantly as if trying to get it to lay right on her body, and fit right across her breasts, which meant lots of tugging at the material across her chest, and lots of playing with her breasts at the same time.

Ruth-Ann just sat back on the bench and laughed to herself. She knew that Jennifer was adventurous, but she had not struck her as the teasing type who would get off on torturing clerks at the mall. Although so far it was a hell of a good time.

Jennifer messed with the first shirt for a while longer, and then pulled it off and slung it over the top of the door. She then took the second shirt off the hanger and went through the same routine again: slowly pull it on, mess with the fabric for a while, making sure to pay close attention to the area over her breasts, and then pulling it off again. Standing there in her skirt and bra, Jenn then unbuttoned her skirt and turned toward the mirror, making sure that the sales clerk got an eyeful of her panty covered ass as she bent over to pick up the skirt. She slipped into the hip huggers that Ruth-Ann had liked, turned her backside to the mirror, and then immediately turned back around and unsnapped the jeans.

“Are you ready to do your part girl?”

Ruth-Ann had been engrossed in the show that Jenn had been putting on, and took a second to refocus. “I guess. What do I need to do?”

“Go out there, and get the clerk to find a matching bra and thong for me. Tell him that I don’t want any panty lines under these jeans. As soon as you say the word ‘panty’ to him, the hard on that I hope he has already should get even more painful in his khakis. I will wait here.”

Ruth-Ann looked at her friend for a second, realized that she was serious, and then stood up. “You are a crazy bitch, and I love it. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

*****

Samantha Jones finished pouring the half-cup of bath salts in the steaming tub, and went back into the bedroom to get her fireplace lighter. Once all the votive candles in the bathroom were lit, she eased herself into the oversized tub, enjoying her body’s shocked reaction to the heat contained within. She did not allow herself many luxuries, but a hot bath at night in her whirlpool tub was one of them that Samantha was convinced that she could not live without. One of the things that had sold her on the condo when she bought it was the large bathroom, with the oversized Jacuzzi tub. The town home was about 2000 square feet, and a full quarter of it had to be this one bathroom. The tub could easily hold two people, and a couple of times since she moved in it had, but she loved to be able to stretch out and just relax. The candles were another weakness, but since her sister was the manager of a candle outlet store, Samantha made sure to stay stocked up.

As Samantha relaxed in the tub, her brain kept replaying the strange events of the morning. She knew going into work this morning that she was still turned on from fantasies about Scott over the weekend, and was sure that was where her little verbal goof had come from. But was that reoccurring fantasy making her read more into the Ruth-Ann Miller situation that was really there. On the outside, it seemed a simple matter of a student being out of dress code, and Principal Hansen choosing to handle it himself instead of sending the student to Mrs. Franklin. But why shut the door to his office all the way? And what about that split second look on his face as the door shut, like he was the cat with the proverbial canary? When the door opened again 10 minutes later, and Ms. Miller practically bounced out of the office, which was not the normal behavior of a student who had just been chastised by Scott. He may be sweet most of the time, but could also deliver a dressing down to make a drill sergeant proud. And why didn’t her boss come out his office for another half hour?

Too many questions, not enough answers. But with her brain going on overdrive, and the warm water surrounding her, Stephanie knew what she wanted to have happened in that office. She wanted that student to have sat on the couch where Scott could look up her dress. She loved the idea of her boss trying to give a stern warning about the dress code while looking at the crotch of this girl’s panties. Maybe he had gotten hard while talking to Ruth-Ann. Maybe he was secretly touching himself while scolding the young girl, who was still old enough to know better. Maybe after the girl left, Scott had spent the time in his office touching himself thinking about that white cotton crotch staring at him as he tried to be an authority figure. Maybe the little girl had gotten him so excited that he had to go into his private bathroom and close the door so that he could beat off in peace.

Without realizing it, Stephanie had been taking the bubbles from the tub and rubbing them into her prodigious breasts, so now her nipples were nice and hard. Her crotch was already warm from the bath, but thinking about her boss beating his meat in his office had gotten Stephanie definitely in the mood for more than just thoughts. Sitting up a little, she reached over and opened the wooden box next to the whirlpool controls, pulling out a 7 inch purple dildo that she affectionately called ‘Joey’. She had gotten herself turned on thinking about Scott and that senior girl, and had to do something about it.

*****

Walking into the kitchen from the garage, Scott all but tossed his briefcase and food cooler on the table, and immediately headed upstairs. He had faintly smelled dinner that his housekeeper had left warm in the oven, but that was of little concern right now. His overriding goal was to get up to his bedroom and further explore the pair of white nylon bikinis that were burning a hole in his pant’s pocket. The rest of his day after that first period was a haze of distraction. He had tried to get some work done, but every five seconds his brain went back to the pair of panties in his desk drawer, and the circumstances that had gotten them there in the first place. A couple of times he had been tempted to take them out and explore them further, but knew that the chance of someone walking into his office unannounced was to great, and shutting his office door was very out of character for him while he was in there alone. So he suffered through the day as best he could, and when the paperwork was finally done about 6:30, he had practically bounced out of the office and headed home. Thank goodness it was only about a 20minute drive, even with traffic. 

Opening the bedroom door, Scott flopped down on the bed, kicked off his boots, and pulled that wonderful piece of cloth out of his pocket. Putting it up to his face, he noticed that the crotch of the panties had dried, but the aroma of a very excited teenager was still overpowering. Scott breathed in that nectar of the gods, and felt his cock expand as he inhaled. There was not much in the world that was more exciting to Scott that the smell of a woman in sexual heat, and having a pair of panties in his possession with that evidence was the next best thing to having that young vixen with him in the flesh. Quickly unzipping his slacks, Scott took the nylon panties and reached down into his Calvin Klein underwear, wrapping them around his now turgid cock and giving himself some much needed attention. He was so hard, and so turned on that Scott knew trying to take it slow was worthless. Maybe later, but right now, with the memory of Ruth-Ann burning in his head, and her panties in his hand, Scott needed to come, and come hard. Kicking his pants off, and pulling his Calvins down until they were tucked under his balls, Scott put the panties down on the pillow next to him long enough to reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out his stashed bottle of baby oil. Pouring a healthy amount into his right hand, Scott coated his cock in the slick goodness, and grabbed the piece of nylon with his left hand, holding it up to his face again. It always felt wonderful, that first stroke on his hard cock after coating it with baby oil, and tonight was no exception.

****

Ruth-Ann noticed the clerk’s hands fly back to the top of the counter as she stepped out of the room, and his face flush about three shades darker than it had been.

“Where is your underwear?” She hoped that he could still understand English in his excited state.

“Uh… over there.” He said, pointing to a far corner of the store.

“Could you show me? I need to find a matching bra and thong for my friend. She doesn’t want any panty lines under those jeans.”

Noticing his obvious hesitancy, Ruth-Ann laid the pressure on even thicker. “Come on, no one else is in the store. Help me pick out a pair of panties and a matching bra for my friend.”

Visibly sweating, the clerk came around the counter, and quickly headed for the appropriate corner. Ruth-Ann was able to get a good look at his crotch as he went past, and his hard on was obvious, pointing down the leg of his khaki’s like he was wearing a pair of boxers, and it was trapped in that position. She followed the clerk to the corner, noticing that even though he was on the skinny side, he did have a nice rounded butt on him.

Getting to the corner, the clerk tried not to turn and face Ruth-Ann as he pointed to the wall and said, “Here are all of our underwear.”

“Well, she needs a thong under those jeans, and a bra to match. What would you suggest?”

As the clerk fumbled with trying to formulate a response, Ruth-Ann turned her head and looked back at the changing rooms for a second. Jennifer was leaning out of the room with a shit eating grin on her face, and one hand squeezing a nipple through her bra as she watched Ruth-Ann in action.

“Uh… I know that a lot of girls buy this one right here.”

Ruth-Ann looked at where the boy was pointing, at a rather cute thong set in purple nylon. “No, I don’t think so. Do you have anything in cotton? Cotton absorbs wetness better, you know.” Where the boy’s mind was at this point, she was sure that he had connected her last comment to the concept of an excited pussy, which is exactly what she wanted.

After a very long pause, “Down on the bottom rack.” managed to escape from the boy’s lips. Ruth-Ann saw the ones that he was referring to, and kneeled down right in front of the boy to get a closer look. As she squatted, she felt her wind pants slide down her ass, and her black lace panties show above the waistline. As was hoped, her now whipped clerk was staring at the panties on Ruth-Ann, not seeing her looking at his face in the mirror. Ruth-Ann found a size 6 panty, and 34b bra that matched, and then took her time standing back up.

“I think that this should work. Thanks for your help.”


“Uh… no problem. Happy to help.”

“Don’t go to far,” yelled Jennifer from the changing room. “I may need an opinion about the pants after I get them on.”

Ruth-Ann headed back to the dressing room, making sure to leave the door open again so that their smitten clerk could make sure and get an eyeful once again. Maybe they could make him come in his pants before this whole game was over. Jennifer took the bra and panty from Ruth-Ann and whispered, “That was awesome what you did. Let’s see if we can blow his mind now. “

Jennifer quickly shucked her white bra and panties, standing buck naked in the dressing room for a second before taking the new bra and panty off the hangers and putting them on. Ruth-Ann had resumed her spot on the bench watching Jennifer, but was now so turned on that she could not stop from sliding her left hand into her pants and beginning to rub her pussy under the black lace covering she had chosen. For the third time today, she was so wet her fingers slid right into her youthful crevice, making a small sucking sound as they went in.

Jenn got the jeans on, but conveniently left a shirt off for the time being. Twisting in the mirror, supposedly to check the fit of the jeans with the thong, Jennifer took about five seconds to look at herself, then stepped out of the changing room completely and called for the clerk. “Can you come give me your opinion on these?”




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 04



The boy, who was still standing over by the lingerie wall, came walking over to stand in the changing area. Jennifer walked over to the mirror in the hallway, and began the twisting routine again. “Can you see my panties through these jeans?”

“No, not at all.”

“How about when I bend over? Can you see then?” Jennifer then bent at the waist, practically shoving her ass up against the boys very erect cock, and giving it a little wiggle for good measure. Her male admirer groaned out load, and managed to get out, “No, you still can’t see them.”

“Good. That’s what I wanted.”

Jennifer walked back into the changing room, giving Ruth-Ann a wicked grin, and not even making an effort to close the door this time.

*****

As Samantha began to work the rubber dildo inside of her, she imagined her boss standing over the sink in his private bath, stroking that cock of his thinking about that damn senior girl who had just been in his office. Stephanie secretly wished that it were her he was beating his meat over. Or better yet, letting HER jerk him off, even if he was thinking of Ruth-Ann when she was doing it. She was just daring enough, and secure enough in her position at the school, that if Scott had called her into his office one day and asked her to service him, she would have very little hesitation about doing it. The thought of closing the office door on the pretense of a meeting between the two of them, and then kneeling between his spread legs and using her mouth and tongue to get him off was incredibly exciting to Stephanie. She pounded the dildo into her pussy harder as she thought of that cock that she had only imagined before sliding down her throat, and feeling those heavy balls all full of cum being squeezed by her hands as that glorious cock pulsed in her mouth.

Bracing her feet and shoulders on the sides of the tub, Stephanie arched her pussy out of the water, and slammed ‘Joey’ into her pussy even faster. Pinching one nipple with her free hand, she tried to imagine her boss’s cock firing its load of come into her mouth. Maybe she would take it all into her throat and swallow, showing him how much she appreciated being able to take his seed into her mouth. Or maybe he was more of a visual stimulus kind of person, and would like to see his cum shoot all over her tits as she got him off. With the private bath there, it would be easy for her to take off her blouse and bra, and jerk him off between her large breasts, then clean up in the bathroom. 

As Stephanie wondered if she would have the nerve to do something like that, and the mental picture of her tits wrapped around Scott’s cock collided in her head, she felt her orgasm coming on like a freight train. As she imagined Principal Hansen’s cock pulsing in her throat as he came, her pussy exploded, sending shock waves through her entire body. The ferocity of the orgasm surprised her, and she thrashed in the tub, pumping her dildo and rubbing her clit for all she was forth, trying to stretch those insane feelings as long as possible. Finally her orgasm subsided, and she slumped back into the warm water, amazed at the intensity of her self-induced come, and scared that her fantasy had felt so real.

Looking over the side of the tub, she saw that the floor of the bathroom was now a small lake thanks to her thrashing around just a minute ago. As the clock on the counter flashed 7:30pm at her, she decided a light dinner and early bed would be good for her. She was still turned on, but didn’t know if she could handle coming that hard twice in one night.

*****

Lying on his bed, stroking his cock slick with baby oil, Scott could already feel the cum boiling in his balls. The mental image of Ruth-Ann on her knees, with his cock shooting off in her mouth, and his cum flowing out the sides of her mouth to drip down on those fuckin’ amazing breasts was all he could think about. After he had come, he was ready to go again immediately, but knew that was too risky a proposition. Still, he had gotten to finger to orgasm the prettiest senior in the school, and had come in her mouth, at her insistence. Jerk off fantasies did not get any better than that.

Beating his meat harder, Scott brought his left hand back up to his face, and smelled Ruth-Ann’s panties again. The smell of her excitement was intoxicating, and at this point overwhelming. Taking one more strong inhalation, Scott felt his cock spasm, and decided there was no reason to prolong the inevitable. With the picture of Ruth-Ann’s cum soaked breasts in his mind’s eye, Scott let go and felt his cock pulse as the first jet of cum rocketed out of the shaft. He felt it splash against his chin as the next round lifted off from his cock. Seven times his cock jerked, and seven times Scott screamed out in absolute ecstasy. This girl had gotten to him big time, and his cock was thanking him by giving him the type of orgasm that people pass out from.

Holding the tension as long as he could, Scott finally collapsed onto the bed, breathing like he had just run a marathon. Looking down at himself, he realized that he had a trail of cum that started under his chin, traced down his shirt and tie, and ended in his crotch, where a puddle was beginning to form. A brief flash of Ruth-Ann walking through the bedroom door and cleaning his crotch with his tongue went through his brain, and he quickly banished the thought. He was still mighty turned on, but knew that if he came again tonight, he might not wake up in the morning. Rolling over, Scott placed Ruth-Ann’s panties underneath his pillow, and then glanced at the clock. 7:30pm. Time enough to take a shower, eat the dinner that his housekeeper had left, and get to bed early. Lord knows he would need it after that session.

****

Jennifer quickly peeled off the pair of jeans, and then grabbed Ruth-Ann’s free arm. “Fuck I am turned on. Come here.”

Jennifer literally pulled Ruth-Ann to her feet with one hand, using the other to grab hold of her wind pants and panties at the same time, pulling both of them to her knees. As she pulled Ruth-Ann’s head to hers and planted a big kiss on her open mouth, Jennifer took her free hand and shoved it into Ruth-Ann’s pussy. Since Ruth-Ann had been fingering herself for a couple of minutes at that point, her pussy was more that ready to go. With their tongues dueling inside each other’s mouths, Ruth-Ann decided to return the favor, and pulled aside the new thong Jennifer had so she could gain access to her pussy as well.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye after a moment, Jennifer noticed the stock boy still standing outside the room, frozen in place by the scene in front of him. She noticed the wet spot on the leg of his pants, and decided to give the boy something for being such a good sport this while time. Breaking her kiss with Ruth-Ann for a second, she turned to the boy and simply said, “Come here, now.”

Of course the boy was going to obey her. When two women are standing in front of you fingering each other, and one tells you to come over there, you obey. When then boy got close enough, Jennifer told him to take off his pants and boxers, which he did in record time.

Very nice, thought Jennifer, not too large, but definitely a handful. Jennifer reached out with her free hand, wrapped it around the cashier’s cock, and began to forcefully stroke the shaft. Not one to be left out, Ruth-Ann wrapped her fist around the head of his cock, and began a corkscrew motion that she had read about in Cosmo magazine. It was supposed to feel really good for the guy, and judging from his reaction, it did.

After about 20 seconds of concentrated effort, all three teens felt their orgasms rising. Ruth-Ann and Jennifer felt each other’s pussies tighten up, and both girls felt the boy’s cock swell in their hands. One more good stroke from both of them, and the boy exploded. Ruth-Ann moved her hand a little so that his hot come shot on both of their legs and thighs as he did his best to quietly grunt his was through what was obviously a killer orgasm. Feeling the hot cum on her leg set Ruth-Ann off, and feeling Ruth-Ann begin to come set Jennifer off. So for god knows how long, all three of them stood in that dressing room experiencing a mutual orgasm that could not have been timed any better.

After the feelings began to subside, and reality started to waft back into their consciousness, everyone began to move. The boy pulled up his boxers and pants, and then collapsed on a chair in the hallway, not even bothering to button his khakis back up. Ruth-Ann used one of the store shirts to wipe the boy’s come off of her thigh, then pulled her pants and panties back up, basking in the afterglow as she watched Jennifer wipe herself off, then pull on the new pants and the other shirt from the store that was not sticky. Sliding her shoes back on, Jennifer grabbed her uniform and school underwear, then stopped in front of the boy as she walked out of the room.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

With a wave of his arm, the cashier gave a positive response, and then slumped back in the chair.

“Thanks.” Jennifer stood there for a second, then reached into her pile of uniform, pulled out her white cotton school panties, and stuffed them down the front of the boy’s boxers.

“A souvenir. Thanks again.”

Ruth-Ann followed Jennifer to the front counter, where Jenn took the little tool available, and popped the security tags off the jeans and shirt she was wearing. Stuffing her uniform into a shopping back, Jenn started out of the store, with Ruth-Ann close behind.

As they passed out the door, Ruth-Ann happened to glance at a clock on the wall. 7:30pm. It had been an absolute crazy day, so thank goodness she had a couple of hours before bed to relax and go over everything that had happened today to her. Lots of firsts in her life, and none that she would soon forget.



Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 05



“Eight…. Nine…. Ten.” With a resounding THUD Scott let the bar fall back into place on the rack. He and his training partner Justin were doing arms this morning, which was usually a very enjoyable workout, but Scott’s head was not in it, and Justin could tell.

“What the hell’s the matter with you today? It’s not like you to be distracted during a workout, but your brain looks like it’s a million miles away right now.”

“I’m sorry brother. I don’t know what is the matter this morning.” Which was a boldfaced lie, but that was OK. Scott knew exactly what was the matter, but he couldn’t tell Justin that he was distracted because of the pair of panties that was mixed in with the clothes in his gym bag. He couldn’t say that instead of biceps and triceps, his mind could only picture a gorgeous pair of tits that he was never supposed to have seen in the first place. Or that the pair of tits had inspired him to get off twice the night before, and once again early this morning before heading to the gym. No, Justin seemed like a pretty open-minded guy most of the time, but Scott didn’t know how he would react to the reasons for the distraction this morning.

“Well, if you are going to be ready for that contest in 10 weeks, you had better figure out what the hell is the matter, and get it fixed in a hurry. You can’t afford to waste workouts like this.”

“Yea Justin, I know. Look, I am going to get on the treadmill and try to sweat some of this out. Do you want to come with, or are you going to keep at this?”

“I think I am going to try and salvage this workout with a few more sets of Tri’s. I’ll see you in the locker room.”

Scott got his gym bag and headed across the club to the cardio area. It was unusual for him to lose focus in the gym, especially with a contest looming on the horizon, but Ruth-Ann was certainly an unusual influence on his life. Doing cardio would at least give him something positive out of this morning.

While he was power walking on the treadmill, Scott tried to think about what had happened, and where this was going to go from here. Where this was going to go? Was he mad
!? This did not need to go anywhere. He had fondled and gotten a student off in his office, and then dumped his juice in her mouth. That alone could get him fired and banned from teaching for the rest of his life. Luckily she was already 18, so at least it had not been illegal in the eyes of the law. But very morally wrong at the same time, and he knew that he had to bring an end to it. Now he just had to figure out how to end it, and what to do with that piece of clothing in his bag that was still haunting him.

With his resolve somewhat set, Scott finished his 20 minutes on the treadmill, and then headed to the locker room. Once he had made some sort of decision, his brain cleared a little, and he was actually able to build up a good sweat and get his blood pumping, which gave him somewhat of a feeling of accomplishment. He may not have annihilated his arms this morning, but his legs felt nice and tight, and he had a decent pump from the cardio. So overall not a totally wasted trip today.

Opening the door to the locker room, Scott noticed that it was empty as usual. There were not too many people that made the gym their home at 6:30 in the morning, which is the way he liked it. Most of the members here were part of the after work crowd, which Scott avoided at all costs. Too many people crammed into one space. Scott had an exercise room in his house that provided evening cardio options if he felt the need to do that.

Setting his bag down on the bench, Scott quickly stripped down and threw his clothes on top of his bag. Taking a hot shower and steaming the room up would allow him a little bit more time to think about things, and how he was going to handle that girl when he saw her this morning. Because he knew he could not hide in his office. He was always by the front door in the mornings, and if he changed his routine, someone would notice, especially Stephanie. So it would have to be business as usual as much as possible under the circumstances.

Scott grabbed a towel off of the counter, and headed into the shower room. Going over to the corner, he turned on both of the showerheads on the wall, and smiled as the steam began to build. Standing in that corner, he could get both shower heads going on his body at once, which was a close approximation of his shower at home. Six shower jets, all coming in from the sides. ‘I wonder what Ruth-Ann would look like in my shower?’ Just as soon as the thought came into his mind, he tensed up and forced it to go away. This girl was making life hell for him, and he had to maintain control.

After a couple of minutes under the shower, letting the steam billow around him, Scott realized that he had forgotten his shampoo in his bag. The club provided shampoo and soap in dispensers on the wall, but he did not like the generic stuff that they used, so he made sure to bring his own. Stepping out of the shower room, Scott turned the corner while he rubbed the water out of his eyes. He reached into his bag to grab the shampoo and body wash, and then noticed that the underwear that he had just taken off were laying on the floor on the other side of the bench. ‘That’s strange,’ he thought to himself, ‘ I could have sworn I left them under my pants.’

Picking up his jock strap and placing it back on top of his bag, Scott headed back into the shower where the hot water had made the entire room a steam bath, and reduced visibility to almost nothing. A quick wash of the hair and body, and then relax under the hot water for a couple more minutes before he had to go. Now that he was not actively doing anything except standing, Scott’s brain began to wander again. Thinking back to yesterday morning in his office, with Ruth-Ann going from a shy demure student to almost taking charge of the situation, and helping him to get off. It was almost like she was begging for him to come in her mouth, and then showing off for him afterwards as she was getting dressed again, and then teasing him further by leaving her panties in his office. Her panties. He had placed them under his pillow last night as a constant reminder, even though as he was doing it he knew that he was only making it worse for himself. His dreams last night were filled with images of Ruth-Ann in his office, in his truck, and by the indoor pool at the house, each time with her shirt off, bra pulled down under those gorgeous tits, on her knees, and begging for him to come in her mouth again. He had awoken in the morning with another massive hard-on, which was impressive considering he had come twice the night before, and he was not that young anymore. Pulling her panties out from under his pillow, he had lain in bed smelling her scent that had soaked into the crotch and beating his meat furiously. He had to take a quick shower before he left for the gym because of the load of cum that he had sprayed all over his crotch thinking about watching Ruth-Ann’s face in the mirror as she had come the day before.

Without realizing it, Scott was now leaning against the wall of the shower room, steam billowing all around him, and stroking himself to yet another erection. Getting hard five times in a 24 hour period had to be some sort of record for him. The slamming open of the locker room door brought Scott’s mind back in focus, and he realized that being discovered jerking off in the shower might be a little hard to explain. So he turned off the water, grabbed his shampoo in one hand, and his towel in the other. Instead of wrapping the towel around his waist, he held it in front of his crotch in order to give himself a minute to calm down, and not to draw the stares of whoever had just walked into the locker room.

Exiting the shower, Scott saw Justin sitting on one of the benches taking his shoes off.

“Did you save any hot water for me? It looks like a damn sauna in there.”

“Yea, I did. With as much as they charge here, they should have a boiler buried in the basement.”

“Well, if they don’t, maybe you can buy them one.”

“Not unless they gave me an ownership stake in the place, which would really be more of a headache than it is worth. So maybe not this time, but after I retire and buy the place, we will see.”

Justin just rolled his eyes, stripped off the rest of his clothes, and headed for the shower. Scott’s cock had finally decided to descend to somewhere around half-mast, so it was safe to drop the towel and try to get his underwear on. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the red cotton thong he had packed today. ‘Thank god for the International Male and Undergear catalogs.’ Scott thought to himself. ‘Some of the best underwear on the planet.’

After getting his suit on, and making sure his hair looked all right, Scott did a final check to make sure he had everything he needed on his person, and realized he had placed Ruth-Ann’s panties in the inner pocket of his suit jacket without even knowing it. ‘This girl is going to be the death of me.’ Grabbing his bag, Scott headed out of the locker room with a purpose, determined to end this before it went any further.

*****

Ruth-Ann was having a difficult time getting dressed this morning. It really should not have been that hard, because the uniform was mandated at school. She just could not decide what underwear to wear that day. She knew that it had to be white, and the panties had to be cotton, but she was undecided. Because most of her white bras were too small, due to her growth spurt over the summer, she had bought about half a dozen new white bras, and almost twice as many pairs of white panties last night. Some of them were matching sets, and some she had bought just because they were pretty. She had bought everything from high cut briefs to string bikinis, but no thongs. For one, she did not think that she would be able to get away with a thong under her school uniform skirt, and second, she had always found them uncomfortable whenever she had tried to wear them for any length of time. She knew from the internet chat rooms she visited on occasion that boys and men for the most part were not picky about the kind of panties a woman wore if they knew they might have a chance of getting at what was inside the panties. Boys were so easy in that regard. Promise them the possibility of pussy, and they would go to the moon and back for you.

Looking into her underwear drawers again, she knew that she had to make up her mind, or she would be late for school. She had a separate drawer for her bras and panties, which made choosing a little easier. Her mom had jokingly called her “The Underwear Queen” about a year ago because Ruth-Ann had so much underwear. Since that time, Ruth-Ann made sure to do her own laundry so that her mom would forget about that. She enjoyed shopping for underwear and lingerie – it was almost a guilty pleasure for her. In the past year since her mother’s comment she had really stepped up her shopping, and had almost doubled her bra and panty stash. She had counted them all one day, and there were around a hundred pairs of panties, and almost forty bras, which explained the two full drawers needed to hold them all. Ruth-Ann had items in her drawers that she had bought and only worn once because they were washed, and then had been lost in the drawer for months. She liked having underwear for almost any mood she was in.

Except for this morning. She was feeling very excited about the prospect of getting in to see Mr. Hanson again this morning, but also a little apprehensive. What if he did not want anything else to happen? What it he was having regrets about the other day? He was the principal, and her a student, but it had felt so good, and so right, that she really was trying not to worry about that right now.

“KQRS 95.7 Hot FM, the hottest spot on the dial, serving you up the top hits of today and your favorites from yesterday. At 7:15, here is your morning traffic….”

Shit! She had been so lost in her fantasy; the time had gotten away from her. She only had 15 minutes before the first bell at school, and she was still standing naked in her bedroom. She decided on a white string bikini with lace on the front, and a sheer bra that supported her well, but was totally see-thru if someone stood right in front of her. Getting the rest of her uniform on in two minutes flat, she ran a brush through her hair one more time, and grabbed her athletics bag on the way out of the room. Could she make a ten-minute drive in seven minutes? She was about to find out. 

*****

Scott stood at the front door of the school with his ever-present cup of coffee. The first bell was getting ready to ring, and he still had not seen Ruth-Ann come through the door, or even into the parking lot. All of the girls that she hung out with were already accounted for, so she must be running late. Sure enough, as the first bell began to ring, he saw her Explorer turn the corner at about 90 miles an hour and pull into the lot. She pulled into the last parking spot on the row, and then climbed out. Reaching back into the passengers seat, she unintentionally (he thought) gave Scott a glance at the entire back of her thighs up to the bottom of her ass cheeks as she pulled her backpack and gym bag out of the car. She was hoping that she might be able to sneak into school unnoticed, and then think up some excuse for her first period teacher, but when she Principal Hanson standing at the front door, she knew she was busted. Which in a sense, might not be that bad of a proposition. It would give her the excuse that she needed to get into Scott’s office again.

“Good morning Ms. Miller.”

“Good morning Principal Hanson.”

“Do you realize that you are late, young lady?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you have a good reason why you are late?”

Should she tell him the truth, that she was late because had she spent too long fantasizing about what bra and panties would be the biggest turn-on for him? It was probably not the best idea to mention that in front of the school where anyone could walk by and overhear her. “No sir. I just lost track of time this morning.”

“That is not good Ms. Miller. I want you to come to my office during lunch today to discuss your tardiness.”

Ruth-Ann felt her nipples go hard as soon as Scott has said it. “Yes sir. Should I eat lunch first, and then come, or come before I eat?” The smile flashed across her face in an instant as she realized the double entendre of her words.

The double meaning was not lost on Scott, even though he tried his best to not show a reaction of any sort. “I think you should come to my office before you go to the cafeteria to eat your lunch. Now go on to first period, and tell your teacher that I gave you permission to come in late.”

“Thank you Principal Hanson.” Ruth-Ann could not hide the smile on her face as she walked away. This day was going to be even better than yesterday. Coming to his office at the beginning of the lunch period would mean that everyone else in the office would be in the cafeteria. She assumed that she would just walk in, which was fine by her.

*****

The morning was a blur for Scott. He had tried to focus on the paperwork that Samantha had for him that day, but every time his brain tried to focus on the matter at hand, it had kept drifting back to Ruth-Ann, her comments that morning, and the pair of panties that he still had in the inner pocket of his jacket. He was almost thankful when the bell rang for the lunch period, and Samantha stuck her head in his office. 

“Time for lunch Scott.”

“I am going to eat my lunch in here today Samantha. I am not feeling that well, so I will just eat my food here at my desk and try to get a few more things done.”

“Ok, if you insist. Would you like me to close the outer door to the office area?”

“Go ahead and close it, and turn on the buzzer so that it goes off if anyone comes in. I don’t want anyone sneaking up on me.”

“Ok, no problem.” Samantha looked at him quizzically for a second, and then turned around and walked out of the office. Scott heard the door close, and the quiet of the building settled around him. The cafeteria was on the other side of the school, and with everyone eating lunch at the same time; this end of the school was pretty well deserted. Which is what he wanted. He wanted to have privacy so that he would be able to try and end this thing with Ruth-Ann before it went any further.

Not one minute later, he heard the front door chime go off, indicating someone had just entered the office suite. He heard footsteps, and then Ruth-Ann’s head poked around the corner of his office.

“Principal Hanson, you said you wanted me to come to your office before I ate lunch?”

“Yes, Ms. Miller please come in and take a seat.” Scott indicated one of the chairs in front of his desk instead of the couch where she had sat yesterday. No need to make the temptation any greater on himself than it already was.

Ruth-Ann sat down and tried to keep herself very still. She had been fantasizing all morning about what could possibly happen in the office today, and was very excited because of all the possibilities that had kept running through her head. 

“Ms. Miller, I believe that we have something that we need to talk about. I…. You… what we… oh Hell! What happened yesterday in this office was wrong for both of us, and can not happen again.” Scott didn’t believe the words at all, even as they were coming out of his mouth. So much for conviction.

Ruth-Ann had actually put some thought into the fact that Principal Hanson might feel like this. She had not come up with a passable way to talk him into thinking everything was OK, and had decided that if he came up with this argument, she would just show him that what had happened then day before was alright, and needed to happen again. She suddenly had a burst of inspiration. “I understand. Do you mind if I get back what I left here yesterday? Just so there is nothing left behind.”

“Thank you for your understanding, and also your discretion. Here.” Scott was actually a little disappointed that she had given in so easily. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the pair of panties, then handed them to Ruth-Ann. She took them out of his hand, letting her fingers linger on his skin for just one second. She began the motion of putting them into her backpack, then sat back up and took a closer look at them. Even though she did not see what she was looking for, pretending she did would hopefully be enough.

“What is this on my panties? It is a stain of some sort. Principal Hanson, what is this on my panties? And why were they in your suit pocket instead of the desk drawer where they were left yesterday?” Scott just stared at her for a second, not able to formulate an answer. He was sure he had not left any cum on the panties, but she obviously saw something.

“Principal Hanson, did you cum on my panties last night, and then bring them back to school with you? Did you use my panties to jerk off last night? Or did you rub your penis while you smelled the crotch? Did they smell like me? Did you like the smell of me while you touched yourself?” Ruth-Ann could not believe that she was talking this way, but more than anything right now she wanted to feel the way she felt yesterday, and was willing to do anything necessary to get it, including talking like some of the characters in the stories she liked to read on Literotica.com.

Listening to Ruth-Ann talk like that had sent Scott’s head into a tailspin. His body was screaming to take this little girl and bend her over the back of a chair, but there was a small part of his brain that was still the Principal of the school that she was attending, and would not let go. Ruth-Ann could see that he needed one final push over the edge, and knew that she needed to give it to him. 




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 05



“Principal Hanson, I went shopping last night like you told me to, and got all new uniform parts that actually fit. I think the skirt and shirt are ok, but,” Ruth-Ann stood up and walked around the desk so that she was standing right in front of her Principal. “I need to know if this bra and panty are within dress code. See; let me unbutton my shirt so you can get a good look at my new bra. There. Can you see that it is white, like it is supposed to be? I really don’t like the plain boring white bras, so I hope that this one is not too sheer to be out of dress code. Even though if you look at my bra from the front, you can see my nipples clearly. I hope that is ok.” Ruth-Ann ran her fingers across both of her nipples a few times to illustrate exactly how sheer the bra was, and to prove to herself that they were as hard as they felt. Her eyes fluttered a little as the breast stimulation sent shockwaves through her whole body.

“So I guess my bra is within dress code now, and actually fits. I hope my panties are within dress code today. I made sure to wear white cotton like I am supposed to instead of the nylon panties I had on yesterday. Here, let me pull up my skirt so that you can get a better look, and give me approval. I know that they are not plain white cotton like most of the girls choose to wear here, and I hope that is ok. I really can’t stand something that boring some days, so today I had to wear these white cotton string bikini’s with the lace on the front. Are these OK Principal Hanson?” Ruth-Ann ran her hand along the front panel of lace on her panties, and then dipped it in between her legs for a quick feel. As she had hoped, the whole crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices, and she was sure that Mr. Hanson could see that when she pulled her hand away for a second. But just for a second, because the sensations were so strong she had to slide her hand back into her crotch and push on her clit for a couple of seconds in order to try and get some relief from the tension that was threatening to split her in half.

She closed her eyes as the pressure on her clit intensified, and then tried to stifle a startled scream as she felt her feet leave the ground. Scott did not have a lot of conviction or self-control going into this conversation today, and Ruth-Ann’s display had pushed him over the edge in a big way. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, putting her ass-down in the middle of his desk facing him. It was good that he had cleaned off his desk before she came in, because now all she was sitting on was wood. 

Ruth-Ann opened her eyes, wondering what the hell just happened. She had not expected to go for a flight like that, but when Principal Hanson had picked her up, she could hardly feel any strain on his part at all. She felt his hand on her chest pushing her back so she was lying on the desk, and then her skirt was lifted up to her waist again. With her feet and knees hanging off the end of the desk, she was in a very vulnerable position. She had felt like she was in control up to that point, but being flat on her back changed that in a hurry. A measure of fear crept into her mind, asking if she had done the right thing.

That question was answered in a hurry as she felt her panties pulled to the side, and then her Principal’s face bury itself into her crotch. His lips fastened onto her clit for a second, and then his tongue took one long lick from the very bottom of her pussy back up to the top of her clit, and then sucked on that protruding bud once more. With that last clit-suck, Ruth-Ann realized she had made the right decision.

Scott’s brain was going a million miles an hour, but he was also sure that he had made the right decision. He was on the fence when Ms. Miller had walked into his office, but after her very exuberant display just now, he knew that Ruth-Ann – it was silly not to be on a first name basis now – was right in pushing the issue. And the issue right now was the glorious pussy that he was feasting on. Her nectar flowing out was just mind-numbingly good. He had tasted his fair share of pussy over the years, but never had he tasted one as sweet or juicy as the one he had lying on his desk right now. The Allman Brothers were right – ‘Eat a Peach’ every day.

Ruth-Ann had died and gone to heaven. She felt Scott’s tongue flick across her clit, strumming it like a guitar string. The fingers of one of his hands were sliding into her pussy, and the other hand was trying to push up the cups of her bra to get at her tits. She decided to help, undoing the clasp at the front between her tits that Scott – she assumed they were on a first name basis now – had not found yet. With the bra cups out of the way, she pinched one of her nipples, and covered Scott’s other hand with her own that was working the opposite breast. She had been rather stimulated before she had even stepped foot in the office, and now she was rapidly approaching what was sure to be an earth shattering orgasm. She had been thinking of getting at Scott’s cock all night, but was powerless at the moment to do anything about it.

“Oh fuck yes, eat me! Wrap your tongue around my clit and suck on it! God your fingers feel good in my pussy. My whole body is screaming for you… Oh fuck, please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! OH FUCK!!!!!” Ruth-Ann felt like she was being pulled in a thousand different directions at once. Her orgasm wasn’t just in her pussy, it was like her whole body was coming at once, and it was incredible. She was still in the thrall of her cum when she felt that marvelous tongue leave her clit, and the fingers quickly pull out of her pussy. Afraid that they had been found out, she opened her eyes and began to sit up. Ruth-Ann only got onto her elbows before her eyes focused, and she realized Scott had stood up and was in the process of unbuckling his belt. The hard-on hidden by his suit pants looked absolutely enormous.

“Oh god yes, take that thing out. Let me see that big cock again. I want to taste it again. I want to lick the head of your cock and feel you shoot your cum in my mouth again. Oh please, let me suck your cock again.” But apparently Scott had other ideas. Dropping his suit pants and underwear to the floor, he grabbed Ruth-Ann’s legs and pulled them up and apart, holding her at the knees. He looked like he was going to slide that gorgeous dick inside of her, and Ruth-Ann could not think of anything she wanted more in the world than to feel that cock inside of her for the first time.

Scott was absolutely out of his mind, and he could have cared less at that point. He watched Ruth-Ann reach between them and grab hold of his cock, helping to guide it into her sopping wet pussy. As the head penetrated her moist lips, they both let out a groan in unison. It was almost like the union was meant to be. As soon as he had a purchase, Scott slammed forward, realizing that as wet as she was, subtlety was not necessary. She had already gotten off once, and he needed to get off quick.

As soon as he shoved himself into her pussy, Ruth-Ann started coming again. It was not the earth shattering kind of climax like before, but this was more of an ongoing cum as his cock thrust inside of her. She felt like she was coming constantly as the tempo of his thrusts began to quicken. She could tell he was getting ready to cum, and could not wait for that to happen again. She imagined she would cum again just from watching his cock shoot its load for her.

He could feel it coming on like a freight train. Her pussy was SO wet, and SO tight, and she was so amazingly attractive that his normal control was gone. He had to cum, and it was time. One last deep thrust to get all of that heat around his cock, and then he had to pull out. He watched the first shot of cum land on her panties that were still pulled to the side of her pussy, and then had to close his eyes and concentrate on not screaming out in ecstasy. He felt the second shot go somewhere; who knows, who cares; and then a warm wetness engulfed the end of his cock. He just went with the sensations, letting his cock shoot into lord only knows what, and not really caring. The orgasm just seemed to go on forever, and he felt like he had shot every last bit of sperm that might possibly be inside him.

Opening his eyes, he looked down and saw Ruth-Ann still sitting on the edge of the desk, but bent over and licking the end of his cock, with one hand around the shaft trying to milk out the last little bit of sperm. She obviously had sat up when he started coming and swallowed as much of his load as she could.

Ruth-Ann finished cleaning up Scott’s cock, and then sat up on the desk with a smile on her face. “There was no need to waste it. Anytime you are ready to come, let me know, and I will be happy to let you come in my mouth, or come on my tits, and then I can lick your sperm off my tits while you watch.” That was too much yet again for Scott, and he grabbed Ruth-Ann’s hair in one hand so he could pull her face to his, allowing their lips to meet for the first time. She tasted a bit like cherry lip-gloss, but a lot like sperm, which made sense.

Ruth-Ann leaned into Scott, enjoying the kiss immensely, because for her it signified that there was the possibility of this going farther than just sex, which she had not even thought about up to this point, but seemed like a really good idea now that it was in her head. Disengaging herself from Scott, she hurried to the private bath and got herself rearranged in about thirty seconds flat. Scott was standing in the doorway of the bathroom watching her, so she grabbed his tie and pulled him down so she could kiss him one more time.

“I had fun. I think we should do this again, Scott.”

“I had fun too, Ruth-Ann. We need to be careful, but I would like to again also.”

“I have to go. Bye.”

Ruth-Ann grabbed her backpack and hurried out the door, just as the bell rang to signify the end of lunch. Scott shook his head and smiled. That girl definitely had good timing, and he knew that he could trust her to keep her mouth shut when necessary. Although he imagined that at least one of her close girlfriends would hear about it eventually. As long as they could keep a secret, and they could find some place besides school to get together, everything should be fine. He hoped.



Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 06



Friday rolled around, and it could have not come any quicker for Scott. After the first two days of the week, and the constant wonderful distraction that Ruth-Ann had provided, he was very behind on his paperwork, and needed a couple of days to play catch-up with everything. So now it was Friday afternoon, and almost the end of the first week of school. Usually on Fridays he tried to get out rather quickly after the last bell rang, but he was debating today. After school today was the first game of the season for the girl’s soccer team, and even though he had never gone to a game before, he thought that it might be time to start attending. Not because Ruth-Ann was on the team, and he really had not seen much of her the last three days, but because he was truly interested in soccer. (yea, right)

Lost in thought about Ruth-Ann in soccer shorts, the last bell of the day crept up on Scott, and almost scarred him to death. Stephanie peeked her head into the office, already wearing her sweater and holding her purse.

“Mr. Hansen, I am meeting some friends for choir practice, so is it ok if I go ahead and leave?”

‘Choir practice’ - teacher code for happy hour at the local watering hole, which still amused Scott every time he heard it. God forbid any of the students realize that teachers had a life outside of the school. “Did you get the attendance report and no-show list done for the week?”

“Yes sir, they are sitting in your in box waiting for approval.”

“And the supply requests were all ordered?”

“Office Depot will be delivering them Monday morning.”

Scott thought for a second, half in seriousness, half joking just to keep Stephanie on her toes. “I guess that is it for this week. Make sure and sing some Mexican Folk Songs for me at practice.”

“Yes sir, I will see you Monday. Don’t stay too late.”

“Not to worry. I have a little bit left to do, and then I think I am going to go watch the girls first soccer game of the season. As the principal I should be more supportive of the extra-curricular activities of our young ladies.” Scott hoped he had put a sufficient amount of sincerity in that statement to not make her think twice about it.

Apparently it was truthful enough, or else Stephanie was intent of making it to the cantina, because she did not even blink an eye. “I think you will enjoy it sir. Our girls are rather good, even better than the team that went to the state tournament last year. That Ruth-Ann Miller is a pretty ferocious scorer at times.”

“I guess I will find out. Have fun, and I will see you on Monday.”

“Bye sir.”

Stephanie walked out of the door, and once again Scott could hear the sound in the hallway as the students cleaned out their lockers and headed home for the weekend. Five more minutes of computer work, half a dozen more forms to sign, and he was done. Everything in the Out box for Stephanie on Monday, and Scott was ready to go. He decided to take his briefcase out to the truck before heading out to the multipurpose field that today was hosting soccer. He thought about changing clothes before he went and sat outside for two hours, but the suit that he had on was light weight enough that he should be ok, and he could always take off the suit jacket, and still look professional.

*****

The last bell of the day finally rang. Thank god. Ruth-Ann was anxious to get to the locker room and start stretching for the game today. She had been ready for soccer season to start again all summer, and it was finally here. She expected most everyone to be somewhat winded today, but with her and Jennifer keeping up their running over the summer, they should be able to run circles around everyone else. The game would be fun for that reason alone. And they were facing Holy Trinity from across town, which made it even better. St. Mary’s had knocked Holy Trinity out of the state tournament last year, so Ruth-Ann imagined that their opponents would be looking for a measure of revenge this afternoon.

In the locker room, the entire team had assembled, with everyone in various stages of readiness. Julie, their goalie, was in the corner by her locker already dressed and it appeared ready to go. Bethany was sitting on the bench in her uniform taping her ankles. She was very anal about how her ankles were taped before a game, and decided that it was just easier for her to do it herself instead of trying to teach one of the student trainers how she wanted it done. Samantha was standing in the corner talking on her cell phone naked as the day she was born. Ruth-Ann thought that Samantha had a definite distaste for clothing of any type, because she was always the first to get undressed, and the last to be ready to take the field. Not that it was a bad thing. Sam was very good looking, and had a body built for endurance running, long and lean all over. She just also had no problem being naked, and the rest of the team had accepted her little quirk by this point. 

Ruth-Ann set her soccer bag down by her locker, and headed for the bathroom. Slipping into the stall next to the end of the row, she shut the door and sat down. She noticed a foot peeking out from the stall next to the wall, and watched the foot as the toes began to curl up and flex themselves. Sitting very still and quiet, she could hear what almost sounded like a whimper coming from next door. “Jenn, is that you? Are you ok?”

No answer for a second, then “Ruth-Ann, is that you?” She had to struggle just to hear her. It was Jenn, but she sounded like she was having an asthma attack she was so out of breath.

“Yea, it’s me. Are you ok?”

“Ssshhhh! Yea, I’m ok. Sorry.”

“Are you sure? You sound out of breath.”

“Is anyone else here?”

Ruth-Ann listened for a second. “No, no one. Everyone is in the other room getting ready. Which we should be doing also.”

Another pause. “Ok, come here.”

“Come over there. Are you sure you are ok?”

“Yea, come here.” If anything, Jennifer’s breathing was getting worse, and Ruth-Ann was truly worried. She pulled her panties back up and stepped out of the stall. Still no one else in this room of the locker area, so Ruth-Ann pushed on the door of the stall Jennifer was in. She expected to see her friend slumped over with an inhaler trying to breath. Instead, she was greeted with the sight of Jennifer leaning back on the toilet with her shorts and panties shoved to her knees. One hand was buried inside her pussy, and the other was squeezing a breast through her sports bra. That would explain the shortness of breath, thought Ruth-Ann.

Without saying a word, Jennifer reached up with the hand that had formerly been pinching her nipple and grabbed the front of Ruth-Ann’s shirt, pulling her face down and planting one of the most intense kisses on her lips that Ruth-Ann had ever felt. As soon as their lips touched, Ruth-Ann could feel Jennifer begin to cum through their wrestling tongues. The orgasm lasted for a good 20 seconds before Jenn let go of her and slumped back against the wall.

“Just what the hell was that about?” Ruth-Ann half whispered, half shouted the statement. Her brain still had not caught up with what had just happened.

“I’m sorry. This is the first time that I have anyone come in here before a game while I was in here.”

“So why the hell did you ask me to come over here? Why not just wait until I left, of even better, wait until you got home after the game?”

“Look, I had a summer league coach last year that noticed I was always over excited before a game, and would have trouble managing my energy so that I had something left at the end of the game, and not tire out too quickly. We tried lots of different things, but nothing worked. She finally recommended, not officially of course, that I try getting myself off once before a game, to see if that would calm me down enough to make a difference. And it did. That first game after I did it, I scored the winning goal in the 89th minute, which proved I had energy to spare. So now I try to do it before every game.”

“So again, why the hell did you call me over here, and not just wait until I left?”

Jennifer smiled real big as she started to pull her panties up. “Because you sexy bitch, I was thinking about you and I in the shower earlier this week in order to get off, and having you show up when I was fantasizing about you was just too perfect. No reason not to include you and make it that much more fun. I hope you don’t mind.” 

The Cheshire cat grin on Jenn’s face was hard to ignore. “No, I don’t think that I mind, but you need to be careful with some of the girls on the team. They might not be as understanding. Or their parents would not be so understanding.”

“No, probably not. So I guess it is our dirty little secret. Come on, we have a game to win, and are running out of time to get ready. I’ll tape your ankles if you do mine.”

“Deal. Lets get going before the rest of the team wonders if we fell in.”

*****

The image of a soccer dad flashed through Scott’s head, which was kind of amusing considering that he did not have any kids. Although, if you looked at it from an educational point of view, he had 200 daughters that all depended on him for guidance and leadership. So he was the surrogate dad for a lot of girls. 

Wearing the suit was a mistake. As soon as he had set his chair and cooler of food down on the sideline, he had parents, true soccer moms, coming up to him and wanting to talk. They wanted to ask how their daughter was doing in this class or that one, or try to finagle some sort of privilege for their little angel. Just because someone’s parents could afford to send their daughter to St. Mary’s did not automatically make them an angel. Far from it. Some of the girls were just downright nasty, but they were kept in line by the faculty and the other students who realized that a calm school benefited everyone. But most of the parents wanted to just come up and thank him for the fine job that they thought he was doing. Which was always nice to hear. Stroking the ego was nice to have happen every once in a while. There really were not many opportunities for the parents of established students to meet the principal in an informal setting. Scott made a mental note to look at scheduling something along those lines later on in the school year.

Perfect weather for soccer. Not too hot, a little overcast, and very little wind. Scott hoped that it was a good game. If he was going to become a fan of soccer, at least the games could be a little exciting.

And it was. The first half of the game was about evenly matched, with both teams covering the entire field, and having a couple of chances each, but no goals scored. Scott was watching the entire game, but also was paying close attention to Ruth-Ann every time she was on the field. It was obvious that she had kept herself in shape over the summer, because as the game wore on, she and one other girl on the St. Mary’s team were starting to do all the attacking, and subsequently all the goal scoring. Ruth-Ann scored the first goal about half way through the second half, and this other girl, whose name Scott could not remember, scored another two goals in quick succession. So going into the last ten minutes of the game, St. Mary’s was ahead 3-0. Then the skies opened up.

As the game had gone on, the sky had gotten progressively darker, and the wind had begun to pick up. With five minutes to go, Mother Nature decided that the game had gone on long enough, and dumped a monsoon on the playing field. All of the spectators, including Scott, headed for the dry safety of the field house while the game continued. Since there were only five minutes left, and no lightning in the area, the officials let the game finish out. St. Mary’s ended up winning 3-0, which Scott witnessed from the cover of the field house. He watched the girls run for the locker room as the last whistle blew, and took the time to congratulate the coach on winning the first game of the season, who in turn thanked Scott for coming out to the game.

Scott worked his was back through the school to the parking lot side, and then sprinted the last 20 yards through the rain to his truck. Of course he was soaked by the time he made it inside, but that was ok. Time to head home, take a hot shower, and relax with a movie for a while before heading to bed. He and Justin were supposed to work legs in the morning, and he wanted to be well rested for that.

Driving home, Scott had the reoccurring image of Ruth-Ann running up and down the field going through his head. She had been impressive today, scoring a goal, handling the ball well, and even seemed to do a couple of take down tackles on some opponents to strip them of the ball. What was even better than that mental picture, however, was the image of her running past him into the locker room after the game was over. She was soaked, and her legs were covered with mud. Her shirt had become see thru in the rain, and Scott had watched as her chest had bounced in her sports bra as she had run toward him. Even when she was dirty and sweaty, he still thought she was the most attractive woman he had ever laid eyes on. It had been three days since they had last seen each other, and Scott’s cock was letting him know that was unacceptable. Just thinking of her running in the rain was giving him a hard on, which was very distracting while trying to drive in this tsunami that had come out of nowhere.

Scott finally made it into his garage, where mercifully it was dry. He stripped off his suit right there in the door – no reason to track water into the house – and walked into the kitchen wearing his undershirt and red cotton thong. Whatever the maid had left in the oven smelled really good, but right now the first priority was getting out of the rest of his clothes and taking a hot shower. His 6th meal of the day could wait another 15 minutes.

After a quick rinse n’ cleanse, Scott was enjoying his ample supply of hot water and his shower massage when he heard the phone ring. What the hell? Who is calling me now? The shower and the phone battled for a few more rings, and then the shower won out, as Scott decided to let the machine get it. If it was important enough, whoever was calling would leave a message, and he could call them back in a minute. No reason to waste a perfectly good shower with a trip across the bedroom to try and get the phone.

Just when Scott reached the point when his skin would begin to prune from the exposure, he turned off the water and stepped out of the glass enclosure. Drying off and pulling on a terry cloth robe, he plodded downstairs to the study where the answering machine was. Surprisingly, there was a blinking light indicating a message had been left. Push play, and…

“Mr. Hansen, this is Jack at the front gate. I have a rather wet young lady here who is claiming to be your niece, although she has no ID on her, and she walked up to the gate. If you would call me back and let me know what I should do with her, I would appreciate it.”

“What the hell?” Scott wondered aloud. His niece? As far as he knew, he did not have any nieces or nephews to speak of, so who would be trying to get into their gated community here claiming to be his niece? He was sufficiently curious to go and find out who this intruder really was.

“Jack, this is Scott Hansen. I will be back down at the gate in a couple of minutes to pick up my niece. Tell her to stay put.”

“Yes sir, I have her in the booth with me now.”

Scott threw a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of sandals to go back out in the rain. He hoped that he would not have to get out of the truck to take care of whoever this person was, but just in case he took an umbrella with him.

Back in the truck, Scott pulled up to the door of the guard booth, which thankfully had an overhang that kept the rain out when Scott rolled down his window.

“Hello again Jack. Where is she?”

“Right here sir.” Jack moved out of the way to show the inside of the guard hut. There in a chair was Ruth-Ann with a blanket around her shoulders, looking for all the world like a drowned rat. Scott understood now why someone was claiming to be his niece. If she had told the guard that she was a student at St. Mary’s, Jack never would have let her in. Claiming to be his niece was a plausible enough story that Jack would have to check it out.

“Come here.” Scott motioned Ruth-Ann to come closer to the truck. She pulled off the blanket, and still wearing her soccer uniform, came up to the drivers’ side of the truck.

“Come on around and get in.” Scott unlocked the passenger’s door for her, and she dashed around the front of the truck so she could climb in out of the rain. When she got in, Scott rolled up the driver’s side window, motioning for Jack to hold on a second.

“Ok, what in the world are you doing here, and on foot to boot?”

She was trying to be brave, but Ruth-Ann could feel the tears beginning to well up inside of her already. Her words came out in a rush, like she could not wait to get it over with. “I saw you at the game and afterward wanted to talk to you, so I hurried out of the locker room hoping to catch you, and ran all the way to the parking lot in the rain, but you were already on your way out of the lot, so I hurried up and followed you, I don’t know why I followed you, I just did, I wanted to talk to you, to see you, so I followed you because no one knows where you live, and I was watching, and I saw you turn in here, then a gust of wind came up, and the road was slick, and my Explorer slid off the road into the ditch, and it was muddy, and I couldn’t get it unstuck, and I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t call Dad for help because he would want to know what I was doing over on this side of town, and I couldn’t think of a good reason, and the only other thing I could think of was getting your help, so I walked down the road in the rain, and left my backpack and purse in the car, and all I could think of was to say I was your niece so the guard would at least call you, and I am cold, and soaked, and my car is in the ditch, and… and… and… BLAH!”

Scott’s first reaction to Ruth-Ann’s soliloquy was that her statement had to be the longest run-on sentence in the history of recorded speech. But he quickly realized that instead of laughing at her, he should probably figure out what to do to help. He rolled down the window of the truck again, where Jack was still waiting patiently. 

“I am going to take her to the house. There should be a wrecker coming up here in a little while with a white Explorer on the back. Let him in, and make sure he knows to place the vehicle in my driveway.”

“Yes sir. Is your niece going to be all right?”

“Yes Jack, she will be. She just needs a hot shower and some dry clothes.”

“OK sir. I will let the wrecker in when they arrive.”

“Thanks Jack.”

Scott rolled up the window and executed a three-point turn to head back towards the house. He looked over at Ruth-Ann, and she seemed to have gotten her verbal explosion over with, and now was just looking very forlorn. Scott knew that bringing her into his house was taking things a lot further than just meeting at school, but at the moment she needed a warm shower and dry clothes before she got sick.

Ruth-Ann felt like a fool. She had gotten herself into quite a mess right now, all because she did not think things through enough to realize that following her Principal home might not be the best idea. But now she was stuck with it, and would have to fix things somehow. She had been feeling very turned on and sexy when she left the school, but now all she felt was humiliation. She wanted to get out of here as quick as she could.

Scott pulled into the garage, and parked the truck. He got out, and motioned for Ruth-Ann to come with him. She followed him into the house, noticing his suit sitting by the door, and also noticing that she was dripping on the tile kitchen floor. Scott must have taken his wet suit off before heading into the house earlier. The practicality of that surprised her. She took off her soccer cleats and put them outside the door so she would not track mud into the kitchen. Might was well be practical also.




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 06



Standing in the kitchen freezing, she watched him pick up the phone and dial someone. “Who are you calling?!” If he was calling her parents she was sunk.

Scott held up a finger to make her hold on. “May I speak to John Hodges please? … John? Scott Hansen. Fine, how are you? Great. Look, I need a favor. Yea, I know the weather is crap, and there is too much accident business to go around, but help me out…. Great. On Cherry Miller Road going north, before you get to my enclave, there should be a White Ford Explorer in the ditch there. I need you to get it out, and bring it to my house. The guard at the gate knows you are coming. Yea, just drop it in the driveway. Yes, drop it gently. I’ll come by tomorrow and pay you then. Because I am going to be busy in the house, that’s why. Thanks John, I appreciate it. See you tomorrow.”

Scott hung up the phone and looked at Ruth-Ann. “Well, I guess the first priority is to get you out of those wet clothes, and taking a warm shower to make sure you don’t catch cold. Sound good to you?” Ruth-Ann could only nod at that point. “Ok, follow me.”

Scott led her upstairs to the master suite, and took her through to the bathroom. She was still dripping on the carpet, but it would dry. Scott reached in and turned on the hot water in the shower, turning it pretty quickly into a steam bath once again. He moved away from the door, and motioned for Ruth-Ann to get in. She just stood there looking at the floor.

“Are you planning on getting in wearing your soccer uniform?”

Ruth-Ann was feeling very low right about then, and even though she had been intimate with Scott twice already that week, she was not in the mood to just strip down in front of him. They were not casual enough for that yet, and she definitely was not feeling sexy right at the moment, what with her legs caked with mud and her clothes soaked right through.

“Would you mind turning around while I climb in? Or going into the bedroom?”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you to, that’s why!” Ruth-Ann put her head down. That statement had come out with more force than she intended.

Scott thought about it for a second, realized that it was probably best to indulge her at this point, and turned around, away from the main vanity mirror. As luck would have it, he had left the door to his closet open, and the mirror on the back of that door, that he was now facing, provided him with a side view of Ruth-Ann. She apparently decided that it was safe to disrobe, because she quickly shucked off her uniform shirt and sports bra in one motion. Those glorious breasts that Scott had been thinking about all week came into view, and his cock immediately began to wake up at the sight, especially since he had not gotten off since Tuesday night. She bent over to pull off her socks and shin guards, allowing her tits to hang down. Scott didn’t know how she did not pitch forward from the extra weight, or how they did not seem to get in the way of trying to pull her socks off. He guessed that if you had carried them around every day for a number of years, then you would eventually get used to them.

Ruth-Ann stood back up and pulled her shorts, spandex, and panties off in one big pile. She was obviously in a hurry to get in the shower. “Alright,” she called as she closed the shower door behind her, “you can turn around now.” Scott turned back around, picked her clothes up off the floor, and hung them all over the towel rack. He noticed that her panties were again a white cotton string bikini, and his cock woke up a little more. He had always had a thing about panties, and lingerie in general, but there was something about the underwear that this girl wore that was just driving him nuts. He quickly put them over the towel rack to keep his cock from filling out any more. Going into the closet, he pulled a pair of shorts with an elastic waistband out of the drawer, and grabbed a t-shirt that was snug on him, and hopefully would not swallow her.

“I put out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for you to wear when you get out of the shower. I didn’t figure that you wanted to put this wet stuff back on after you got clean. I am going downstairs to eat, come on down to the kitchen when you are finished.” On second thought, Scott took all of her wet clothes with him. She might want to wear her soccer uniform home, and he might as well throw it into the dryer so that it would at least be wearable. It might be a little hard to explain where she got the too-big clothes if she wore his stuff home.

For Ruth-Ann’s part, she could not have cared less at that point. This shower was by far the biggest she had ever seen in her life, much less used. The jets coming in from the side as well as the top meant her entire body was getting drenched in warm water all at once, and it felt heavenly. She was still feeling a little self-conscious about screwing things up this evening, but thought that it might just be ok. It was almost like the stress of the last hour was melting off of her with the water, leaving her clean and ready to face the world again. And her world, her reality, was now that she was in Scott’s shower, in his bedroom, in his house, and he had left her alone up here, showing much more trust than she would have if the situation was reversed. Although, if she was going to steal something from up here, where would she hide it? She only had the clothes on her back, which she didn’t even have now. They were in the dryer at the moment, and she was left with Scott’s clothes. She wondered if they would smell like him. There was something about the smell of him that had invaded her thoughts the last couple of days. Granted, she had not fully figured out what it was, but the two times that they had been together at this point, she had caught just a faint trace of the soap, cologne, and what ever else that made up HIS smell. It was already something that she looked forward to being around again.

The shower was heavenly to her, and she wished that she could stay here all night, but she also knew that Scott would wonder why she was still upstairs. Besides, her car was being pulled out of the ditch and dropped off, so she could get her clothes and get out of here. She was feeling better, but did not know if Scott wanted her around this evening, and she was not sure if it was a good idea for her to be here any longer than she had too. She already had to try and explain to her parents why she was late, VERY late getting home from her soccer game. Might as well not make it any harder on herself.

Turning off the water, Ruth-Ann opened the glass door to the shower and watched the steam billow out and cover the ceiling. It really was like being in a sauna. She saw the towel that Scott had laid out, right next to the shorts and t-shirt he had mentioned. Grabbing the towel, she started to dry her hair when she noticed that he had left the closet door open. ‘I wonder,’ she thought to herself. Still rubbing her hair, Ruth-Ann walked over to the closet and peeked inside. Everything was organized so well, she had to guess that someone else besides Scott took the time to clean the closet. She wondered if he had a maid that came in and cleaned for him. With the size of the house, and the community it was in, she didn’t doubt now that he could afford it. Right now she had more important things on her mind. She looked a little closer, and saw them in the corner. He had three clothes hampers, and actually had them organized, one for darks, one for lights, and it looked like one for dry cleaning. Again she wondered if he took the time to organize his clothes like that, or if his maid picked up after him and organized them for her own use. Ruth-Ann walked over to the dry cleaning hamper that was half full of suit pants and dress shirts. She picked up the white dress shirt that was on top, and brought it up to her face. Inhaling deeply, she could smell him on it. Nothing overpowering, but the total combination of that unique Scott scent was present. She had a brief flashback in the shower about a commercial she saw years ago. She didn’t remember what they were selling, but the woman in the ad had rolled out of bed, and apparently was missing her man. She went through his closet and started putting on one of his business suits. The lady got as far as his shirt, tie, and hat before the phone rang, and of course it was her man on the line. Her response was something like, “Oh nothing, just thinking about you.” Ruth-Ann had always thought that was pretty cool, so even though it was a gamble, she toweled herself off, and then put Scott’s dress shirt from the previous day on. She buttoned it up, and rolled up the sleeves since they came down way past her hands. The shirt reached almost to her knees, and when she wrapped the towel around her hair, she looked in the mirror, and decided that she definitely was working the ‘sexy just out of the shower’ look. She was starting to feel sexy again, so why not?

Walking out of the bathroom, she briefly thought about putting on the shorts Scott had left under his shirt, but realized that she could be modest enough with just the shirt if she had to. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to be that modest.

Scott turned around as he heard Ruth-Ann come down the stairs. When she turned the corner into the kitchen, he had to hide the double take he did. He had intentionally left out a pair of shorts and a shirt that were dark colored because he knew that she would not have on anything underneath it, and was trying to limit the temptation. She had been through a lot this evening, and didn’t want to press the issue. But Ruth-Ann apparently had other ideas, because she was wearing one of his wrinkled dress shirts with a towel wrapped around her head like a turban. It would just figure that the overhead light made the shirt transparent, so he could see her nipples clearly through the front of the shirt. Scott felt his cock twitch again, so it was a good thing he was facing away from the door. He still had not put any underwear on, and he felt his cock begin to peek out the leg of his shorts.

“The maid left dinner, so I made you a plate if you are hungry.”

“Actually, I think I am. What am I having?”


“Spiced turkey breast, low fat Romano potatoes, and steamed broccoli.”

“Sounds good. I think I will eat.”

Ruth-Ann sat down at the table and dug in. She was hungrier than she originally thought, and the food was very good. It was also nice to get confirmation that Scott did have a maid who cooked in addition to cleaning. Ruth-Ann concentrated on eating for a couple of minutes, but was stealing glances at Scott while she was enjoying dinner. It seemed like Scott was trying not to let her notice he was staring, but it was pretty obvious his eyes were glued to her chest. She imagined that the white shirt was a little see through with the bright overhead light, and felt her nipples get hard knowing that Scott was trying to nonchalantly stare at her tits. She wondered if he was starting to get hard again, or if he was keeping that much control of himself.

They both jumped when they heard the whine of a winch in the driveway. Scott went to look out the door, and announced that her Explorer had just been dropped off, and looked like it was ok. Dirty, but ok. Damn! Thought Ruth-Ann. That means that now I have no reason to stay here past dinner. I better think of one. Might as well take the easy road.

“Do you mind if I use your phone real quick?”

“Uh, sure. Who are you calling?”

“Don’t worry.” Ruth-Ann walked over to the counter where the cordless was sitting in the cradle. She quickly dialed her home number.

“Hey Mom. Yea, I’m ok. Yes, I was careful driving in the rain. I am going to spend the night over at Jennifer’s house. No, I could make it home; I just want to hang out over here. I know we are going sailing tomorrow; I will be home by nine so we can leave on time. Ok, 8:30. Love you too Mom. Bye.”

Scott was watching Ruth-Ann while she was talking to her mother, and whether unconsciously or intentionally, she had bent over and leaned on the counter while talking, and Scott was suddenly staring at the back of her hamstrings and at a faint trace of hair between her legs peeking out from under his shirt. Talk about a sight to drive a man to distraction.

Ruth-Ann hung up the phone and them immediately called another number. “Hey Jenn, it’s Ruth-Ann. Yea, the weather sucks. Yea, we killed ‘em today. Hey, shut up for a second. I need a favor. If anyone calls, which I don’t think they will, but if they do, I am spending the night over there.”

“You what? Are you coming over here?” Jennifer didn’t think it was like Ruth-Ann to just invite herself to do something.

“No. I just need you to cover for me.” The idea of lying to her parents and getting her best friend to cover for her, especially for this reason, was terribly exciting to Ruth-Ann. It definitely warranted a squeeze of her nipple, just to confirm that her body agreed with what she was getting ready to do.

“Cover for you? What the hell are you doing, and why wasn’t I invited?”

“Look, don’t worry about it. Will you cover for me or not?”

“Not until you tell me what the hell you are doing.”

Ruth-Ann was getting too turned on to argue much more. “Alright, fine bitch. I am spending the night with someone, and my parents don’t need to know who.”

Jennifer felt her pussy start to get moist. Thank god she was on her cell phone in her room. It was easy to slide a hand inside her shorts and begin to stroke herself. “You are spending the night with a boy. You bitch. You didn’t tell me you were seeing anyone. Who is it? Or is it someone you just met, you one night stand slut.”

Ruth-Ann’s hand was now massaging her nipple in earnest, making it harder to hold an intelligent conversation. “Look, maybe I’ll tell you later. Please just cover for me tonight. I will owe you big time. I need you to do this for AAAGGGHHHH!”

Scott had been watching Ruth-Ann talk on the phone for the last minute, begging her friend to help her lie while at the same time teasing a nipple through his shirt. Watching that ass and pussy bounce as she pleaded for help was too much. He had gotten up, and was now kneeling behind Ruth-Ann on the tile floor. She had screamed as his mouth had come in contact with her pussy from behind. He remembered how glorious her pussy had tasted just a few days ago, and wanted a return engagement.

“Ruth-Ann, are you ok? What the hell just happened?” Jennifer had genuine concern in her voice.

“Nothing… I’m ok… really… oh FUCK!” Ruth-Ann felt his tongue flicking her clit like a guitar string, and it took her breath away.

“What the hell is going on girl? Are you sure you are ok?” Jennifer was getting ready to jump in her car and dash over there, although she had no idea where over there was. Wherever Ruth-Ann was calling from had caller ID blocker, so she couldn’t trace the number.

Scott pulled his mouth away from heaven for a second and whispered, “Tell her. Tell her what is going on.”

Ruth-Ann looked back over her shoulder as Scott’s face disappeared back between her legs. She thought that she had heard him right. She was supposed to give Jennifer a play by play right now. Since both of them had made her cum that week, she thought what the hell, might as well involve both of them at the same time.

“I am leaning over the counter without any pants on, and he just came up behind me and started eating my pussy. And FUCK girl, is he ever good at eating pussy!”

Jennifer’s fingers started to double time strum her clit. “He is eating you out right now? While you are on the phone?”

“Oh yea, it feels SO good. I want to turn over and lay down, but he is holding me by my hips to keep me in place. God his tongue is good inside of me. I never thought that having my pussy eaten could feel this good.” Ruth-Ann unbuttoned the top three buttons of his dress shirt so she could reach in with her free hand and work on her nipples in earnest. “God, he is fucking me with his tongue. In and out, oh YEA! FUCK ME WITH THAT TONGUE! Oh, don’t stop. Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Oh fuck Jenn; he’s licking my asshole. He pulled my ass apart and is licking my asshole. Dirty perverted bastard. Oh fuck, he is licking my ass and fucking me with his hand. Oh god I’m going to come! Gonna come… gonna come… oh make me come! Please make me come! Don’t tease me any more, make me come.”

Jennifer had ripped her shorts off, and was now sprawled out on the bed with her legs spread wide and her favorite dildo sliding in and out of her liquid pussy. She considered herself a bit of an adventuresome soul, and even a slut with the right person, but this was by far the nastiest, sluttiest, most exciting thing she had ever been a part of, let alone even heard of. “Is he still licking your ass?”

“Fuck yes, make me come you bastard. Quit teasing me and MAKE ME COME! Oh I am so close. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop… don’t… don’t… NO!” Ruth-Ann felt the hands and tongue pull off at the same time, leaving her teetering on the edge, able to go either way.

“What are you doing?” Ruth-Ann turned around to see Scott rise above her ass, and felt the head of his cock brush her clit. “Of fuck yea, give it to me. Give me that cock again. I haven’t had it in too long. Give it to me. Shove it home, yea, YEA!”

As soon as his cock buried itself inside of her, Ruth-Ann began to cum. It rolled over her in waves. Not gentle Lake Michigan waves, but the waves she had seen in Cozymel last year when they were stuck on the island and got to ride out a hurricane at the resort. Large angry white cap waves that pounded the beach mercilessly. Every time Scott’s cock pounded into her pussy, she felt another hurricane wave wash over her. It was almost like she was coming on every stroke. Scott’s hands on her hips pulled her back against him time and time again, almost like he was using her to jerk off instead of thrusting into her. The feeling of power radiating through his hands into her body was intoxicating.

Jennifer was about to come herself. “Is he fucking you?”

Ruth-Ann tried to speak, but dropped the phone onto the counter so she could put both hands down and brace herself better. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Oh god, he feels amazing inside of me. I can’t… can’t… can’t stop… can’t stop Cumming. Fuck me harder. Come on, come for me. Come for me you bastard. Come all over me. You love my tits so much; I want you to come on them. Come on my tits. Get yourself off on my big fuckin’ tits!”

Once again, this amazing woman had driven Scott to sensory overload. He felt his cock swell inside of her, and pulled out to make sure he wouldn’t come in her. When he took a step back, Ruth-Ann spun around, dropped to her knees, and with one fierce tug ripped the rest of the buttons open on his shirt, exposing her perfect tits to his eyes.

“Come on, jerk that cock off. Spray your come all over my tits. They are waiting for you. I want your come on my tits. Oh YEA!” Ruth-Ann knew that part of her was playing up things a bit for Jennifer, who she hoped could still hear her through the phone line, but it was also very liberating to be able to talk like this and have someone respond so enthusiastically as Scott seemed to do.

The first shot of come rocketed out of Scott’s cock, hitting Ruth-Ann square in the middle of her throat. She reached down and pushed her tits up at Scott as he jerked his cock off. She had never seen a man jerk off before, and now kneeling on the floor watching Scott jerk off and come all over her tits was an image that she was sure would come up pretty much every time she touched herself for the rest of her life. 

The next shot out of that gorgeous cock landed right in the valley that she had created with her tits. “Oh yea, shoot that cum all over me. Coat my tits with it. Make my tits sticky with all that wonderful juice.”




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 06



Jennifer was losing her mind. She was trying to concentrate so she wouldn’t miss anything, but cumming constantly was very distracting. She could only imagine Ruth-Ann on her knees begging some guy to shoot his come on her. The mental picture alone would have made her come, but getting to hear the audio track also was blowing her mind.

Scott shot the last of his load, and then opened his eyes to look down. Ruth-Ann had a pool of his come sitting in between her breasts. She looked up at him, and then began to rub her tits together, spreading her come everywhere. Still looking at him, she pulled one nipple up to her mouth, licking his sperm off of her tit, moaning in what sounded like excited satisfaction. She repeated the process with the other tit, making sure to get everything with her tongue that she could, and then using her fingers to gather the rest into her mouth. “No reason to waste it,” she said. 

Scott could have sworn that he had heard that exact statement before. He reached over her head and turned off the phone. Jennifer had been witness to enough fun for one evening. Standing suddenly seemed like an over rated concept, so Scott arched back up, and then gently collapsed to the floor, shorts still around his ankles. Ruth-Ann finished cleaning her tits off, and then crawled across the floor to lay her head on Scott’s chest. As he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, they both thought at the same time that it would be a cruel fate for someone to come along and wake them up, bringing reality back into their little world. For the time being, their version of reality would work just fine.



Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 07



6am came way too early for Scott the next day. He and Justin were supposed to meet at the gym at 6:30 for their leg workout, and even though it was a Saturday, he still had the contest looming, and every workout counted. Better to keep a schedule of eating and workouts than to sleep in on the weekend. He could always catch a nap that afternoon. Which he was sure that he was going to need. After their little episode with the phone call last night, and Scott coming all over Ruth-Ann's tits, they had both dozed off on the kitchen floor. Quick enough though, she had woken back up, and decided that she wanted more. They started on the kitchen table, where he had eaten her beautiful pussy twice more while giving his cock time to recover. 

Then it was on to the shower, where she had sucked his cock like a woman possessed. She obviously wanted him so keyed up that he would lose his mind, and it certainly came close to that. He had carried her out of the shower, laid her on the bed, and just taken her, with little concern for her. She had teased him so much that he just had to come. Which judging by her moans and screams, she was having just as much fun as he was. Scott had ended up getting off twice more that night. Both times, since he did not have any condoms in the house, he had to pull out when the time came, and both times Ruth-Ann had insisted that he come in her mouth. The girl obviously had a taste for cum, and for the time being Scott was happy to accommodate her little kink.

After his third come of the night, Scott was worn out. He had gone to sleep almost immediately, with Ruth-Ann curled up next to him under the clean sheets, her head on his chest and a hand draped over his other pec. It had been a while since Scott had shared his bed with anyone else, so he woke up a number of times during the night, surprised to find someone else in the bed with him. When he was not trying to get back to sleep, his dreams were filled with all sorts of random disturbing images of him and Ruth-Ann getting caught in all sorts of compromising positions. Needless to say, he did not sleep very well.

So now his alarm clock was telling him it was time to get up and head to the gym for yet another workout. He rolled over, turned off the alarm, and then turned back over in order to look at this girl who was sleeping in his bed. He knew that the feelings starting to come alive in his brain, not just his groin, were real, but how could he allow them to be real? She was a student after all, and he was good at hiding secrets, but this could be too big to cover up. When more than one person knows a secret, it gets that much harder to keep. And by his count, there were at least three people who knew about the two of them. Not good.

Scott reached out and shook her shoulder, gently at first, then more forceful when she did not respond. Ruth-Ann rolled over, groaned, and then put a pillow over her head, a clear indication that 6am was WAY too early for her to even think about getting out of bed. Fine. It would be easier to leave her here, and not have to talk about anything before he headed to the gym.

Slipping out of bed, Scott got ready almost by routine; he had done it so many times. Get dressed, take his pre-workout supplements with a tall glass of water, mix up his pre and post-workout protein shakes, throw everything in the gym bag, and head out the door. He made sure to leave a note on the kitchen table for Ruth-Ann in case she decided to get up before he got back in a couple of hours.

In the truck, Scott loaded up a Pantera CD in the player as he pulled out of the driveway. He really was dragging ass this morning, and knew that he needed some sort of extra motivation to get going. Knowing Justin, he had gone to bed early last night, and was going to be bouncing off the walls ready to go. That guy could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, always positive and shit. Very annoying, but he was good to have around for early morning sessions.

Unfortunately, Scott's brain was still thinking about the Ruth-Ann mess that he had created, and he was not getting mentally ready for his workout. So he turned up the radio, rolled down the window, and starting singing along as he drove into the rising sun. Anything to get that girl out of his head, at least for a while would be welcome.

Pulling into the gym parking lot, Scott saw that Justin's car was already here, along with about three or four more. The crowds on Saturday mornings were even sparser than during the week. Good. Turn up the music and get to work time.

"Hey Scott, about time you showed up."

"Yea, fuck you too. I got here as fast as I could drag my lazy ass out of bed."

"Lazy ass? Since when are you lazy? What's the matter didn't get a lot of sleep last night? Did ya go out somewhere and pick up some little fling that you left asleep in the bed this morning?"

Justin didn't know how close he was to the truth on that. "Yea, something like that. Get the squat rack ready, I am going to commandeer the sound system this morning."

Scott went to the front desk, and told the little teenybopper to put in his Metallica CD. She was half asleep, and really didn't care. So walking back into the weight room, Scott heard the beginning strains of "Master of Puppets" coming over the speakers. Best album Metallica ever put out, and wonderful music to get psyched up to. A little air guitar, a little head banging, and it was time to go. The gym was just occupied by Scott, Justin, some other guy who always seemed to be there when Scott was, and the two cardio twins. They were two girls, sisters he thought, who always wore matching outfits to the gym, and always seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time on the cardio equipment, talking the whole time about god only knows. Scott had dubbed them the cardio twins because he had no desire to learn their real names. Kind of like the two guys who came in the gym, and all they did were bench presses. All the time, every time, bench presses. Scott had dubbed them the Bench Brothers, again because he had not time or interest in learning who they were in real life. If they wanted some advice, he would be happy to offer it, but for the time being they were a stupid distraction.

"Alright brother, lets get this party started."

* * * * *

Ruth-Ann rolled over, and kept rolling. She had not been able to sleep very well during the night, mostly because sleeping in the same bed with someone she had just had sex with was a very new experience for her. She had finally rolled over, and discovered that the other side of the bed was empty. Where did he go? The first thought that had run through her mind was of rolling over and wrapping her arms around Scott so that she could snuggle up closer to him and enjoy this moment for at least a little bit longer. Her dreams the night before had run the spectrum from Scott losing his job and her being shunned all the way to the two of them escaping to Fiji and living a life of excess there. She had wanted to cuddle up close to him for a little while longer in order to deny reality setting in. But he wasn't here. Pout!

Ruth-Ann threw the sheets off of her, and rolled out of bed. Rolling being the operative word – the bed was a king size plus, and she could have probably fit her entire soccer team in here if they all got real close. She saw the dress shirt she had been wearing from the night before laying on the floor, and figured it would not be good to wander around his house totally nude, in case his maid came by on Saturdays, or some other domestic servant that she didn't know about. The thought briefly crossed her mind as to how someone who is a principal of a school, be it a very high-class school, could afford to live like this. There must be money somewhere that she did not know about.

Plodding into the kitchen, Ruth-Ann headed straight to the fridge and opened the door. 

"OK," she thought, "No orange juice, no milk, no soft drinks. What the hell is this red stuff in the container?" It smelled like fruit juice, so she took a swig straight out of the container.

'HHHmmmm, not too bad. Kind of tastes like raspberry Kool-Aid.' Still drinking from the container, she rummaged through the cabinets until she found a glass, and poured herself a drink. Leaving the container on the counter – after all the physical exertion last night, she was really thirsty – she noticed the note sitting on the table.

"Good lord, this guy is almost unstoppable. Who the hell goes to the gym at 6am on a Saturday of all days?! Maybe during the week, but this is stupid. That means that he has been up and gone for over an hour already. Good grief." Ruth-Ann was dedicated to her soccer conditioning, but this was too much for her.

'However, he did leave me here by myself', she thought, 'so I guess I should give myself the nickel tour. Although in this place, it could be worth a quarter.'

As Ruth-Ann wandered from room to room in the house, juice glass in hand and white dress shirt open to her knees, she realized that the house was a lot bigger than she had first imagined it to be. 'This place has to be at least as big as my house, and he lives here alone? Oh god, he does live alone, doesn't he?' Ruth-Ann's rationality kicked in quickly on that one. If Scott had been married, wouldn't she have seen his wife at one of the school functions last year? Of course she would have.

By her count, Ruth-Ann found four more bedrooms, three more bathrooms, although none as nice as the Master Bath, the exercise room, an office, a home theater room, and the library. The library was what stole her attention the most. Whoever had designed and built this house must have spent some time in a monastery or two over in Europe. The room was a two-story affair at the end of the hall, with vaulted ceilings that had windows at the very top. The entire room was done in dark leather and wood paneling, with the bookcases stretching at least 12 feet up the walls all the way around. A ladder was attached to the wall by a brass railing that ran the entire length of the room to allow access to all of the books in the cases. A number of leather armchairs and couches were scattered around the room, obviously for the comfort of the reader. Ruth-Ann wondered briefly if all of the books were just for show, but as she looked closer, she saw some obviously worn paperbacks sitting on the shelves, and some hardbacks that did not fit in with the décor of the rest of the room. So maybe Scott was a reader after all. 

Ruth-Ann climbed the ladder to look down at the room, and then in a fit of inspiration, planted her hands on the sides of the ladder, and pushed herself off on one of the bookcases. The ladder almost flew around the room, navigating the rounded corners with nary a squeal. With that one push, Ruth-Ann had sent herself all the way around the room. Obviously, maintenance of the ladder was part of the regular cleaning in the room. Ruth-Ann climbed back down to continue her search of the house, giving the ladder a small push as a fond farewell. She hoped that she would be able to spend more time in this room later. But right now, a shower, and maybe back into bed to watch some TV while waiting for Scott to get back sounded like a very good idea.

* * * * *

"That's it, hit the shot just like that. Make sure that the veins are popping out when you flex." Justin was watching Scott pose in between sets, and offering advice. Which wasn't that bad of an idea. Justin had some contest experience under his belt as well, so he knew what the judges were looking for, and how to display yourself to that end.

"Come on Scott, squeeze those abs a little harder. Make the skin stretch out over them."

"Fuck you. I am flexing as hard as I can."

"Well, you must be doing something right. Take a look at your stalker and the cardio twins when you hit a side tricep."

Scott turned to the side, flexing his arm and checking out the other three people in the gym. The two cardio twins, for once, were not talking. Rather, they were still walking on the treadmills, but both of them were focused on the mirror that Scott was posing in. Both of them looked shell-shocked, and the one on the right even had her mouth hanging open a little, causing a rather amusing combination of exertion and amazement to hang on her face. The guy that Justin had called the stalker was sitting at a lat pull down machine across the room, but even he was staring at Scott as he continued to check his condition in the mirror.

Scott decided that since he was feeling good that morning, and had just completed a rather satisfying workout, he would play to the crowd a little bit. With an exaggerated motion, he bent over and took off his shirt, draping it over the leg press next to him. With his entire upper torso now exposed, Scott began to hit pose after pose, checking himself but also checking the reaction of the other three people in the room. He was obviously getting to them. Both of the cardio twin's mouths were hanging open now, and they had given up all pretense of walking on the treadmill. They were both straddling the machine, letting the belt go on its merry way underneath them. The guy in the corner was still staring intently, and one of his hands seemed to have disappeared out of sight.

Justin knew exactly what Scott was doing, and with the body he was sporting at that point, he was able to. Justin just thought it was hilarious, but he knew that if he laughed out loud, he would spoil the moment that Scott was creating for his audience.

"Hey Scott. Why don't you really blow their minds and check the condition of your legs? I bet they would appreciate a better look."

Holding a side chest pose, Scott turned his head a little bit and looked at Justin to gauge if he was truly serious. When he realized that his training partner was egging him on, Scott decided that he might was well go for it. Reaching down, he took his workout pants and quickly shucked them, letting them fall to the floor, so that he stood there with his pants around his ankles and his red nylon thong on display for the rest of the room. As he had hoped, he heard a collective gasp come up from the other occupants of the room, including Justin. Which was strange, because Justin had seen him in the locker room plenty of times, and knew what kind of condition he was in, and more importantly right now, what type of underwear he chose to wear.

As Scott continued to pose in the mirror, he noticed that one of the cardio twins was staring at his ass and absently (he thought) stroking one of her nipples through her sports bra. Her sister was just staring off into space in his general direction. Might as well give them the entire picture, Scott thought. So he turned around in order to check out the back of his legs in the mirror, but it also allowed the others in the room to check out his equipment stuffed in the front of the thong. The nylon was nice and tight, so you could almost tell if he was Jewish of not if you looked close enough. As soon as he turned around, Scott's stalker quickly got up and walked out of the room. Scott could have sworn that he saw a hard on tenting out the front of that guy's spandex shorts.

"Ok, enough play time for now. I need to get back home and eat. Justin, you coming?"

"Yea, let me grab my bag and then we can get our stuff out of the locker room."

Scott pulled his pants back up, grabbed his shirt off of the leg press and headed into the locker room with Justin on his heels. As they turned the corner, they were greeted with the sight of the stalker guy from the weight room slumped in the corner. His spandex shorts were pulled down enough for him to get access to his equipment, and he was jerking on his cock like a man possessed.

"Man what the fuck are you doing?" Scott put as much contempt into his voice as he was able. The guy looked like he was truly off on a world of his own.

The guy's head snapped up, and a look of fear mixed with desire flooded into his face. "Oh Shit! Oh fuck! Uhh... uhh..." The guy was fumbling for words, but at the same time he was still stroking his cock. 

"I said, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Uhh... Uhh.... Oh fuck it! I'm sorry. I can't help it. I have been watching you ever since I joined the gym, and made it so that I was here whenever you were working out. I can't get enough of looking at you, and when you posed this morning, it was all I could do to not lose my mind. And then when you pulled your workout pants down and had on a thong underneath, I thought I was going to pass out. I only thought gay guys wore thongs, and even then not all the time. I couldn't help it, my dick got hard and I had to come in here to take care of it. I didn't think that the two of you would follow me in here so quickly."

"So you are in here STILL jerking off because you were watching Scott pose?" Justin always had a way of getting right to the point.

"Look, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Let me make it up to you. Please. Let me suck your dicks. Both of you, I don't care. I will blow both of you right now. I am so fucking turned on by watching you pose in the mirror that I have to get off. Let me get you off as well Scott, please? Justin, I'll blow you also, at the same time. Oh please! Please let me suck your cocks! Please let me worship your body while I blow you."

Everything had suddenly gotten very surreal for Scott. Five minutes ago he was just posing in front of the mirror checking his progress, and now there was a guy in the locker room begging to suck his cock because he had flexed in front of the guy. While some part of his brain was still trying to process those facts, another part noticed that the guy, whose name Scott still did not know past Stalker dude, had come over to kneel in front of Scott and was in the process of pulling his pants and thong off in order to get at his cock. Once his cock was free of its confines Stalker Guy popped the whole thing into his mouth and began to do a Hoover impression in it. Obviously the guy did not want to make this a drawn out affair. He wanted to make Scott come, and come quick.

Stalker Guy popped Scott's cock out of his mouth long enough to tell Justin, "Come on man, get over here. I want to have two cocks to suck on at the same time."

Scott could tell that Justin was hesitant about what was going on right in front of his face, but never the less, he did take the two steps forward and dropped his shorts so that his semi-erect cock slapped the guy on the side of the face. "Alright dude, if you want it that bad, you got it. Time to make both of us blow our loads on your tongue. Suck it dude."

And he was only too happy to oblige. Stalker Guy obviously knew his was around a cock, because he was sucking to end to world on one unit while using his hand on the other unit to keep it interested. Up and down, all around, licking the underside of the crown where everything is that much more sensitive, then using his hand to jack that cock off while using his tongue on just the head. Everything he was doing was for one purpose only – to get Scott and Justin off. He had even quit jerking his own cock, because he needed two hands to take the tag team he was dealing with.

Justin was obviously getting into the swing of things, for his moans and grunts were getting more pronounced, but Scott was having trouble. Even thought the situation had gotten very strange in a hurry, and he normally would not have any reservations about getting his dick sucked by a guy he hardly knew, this morning was different. Stalker guy obviously knew how to suck a dick for maximum effect, and even though on a purely physical level it did feel very good, his brain was not into it. Scott looked down, and all he could see was Ruth-Ann in between his legs, taking the place of this stranger. His body was enjoying the Hoover action, but his brain was trying to detach from the situation and place Ruth-Ann on his dick instead of this guy. What the fuck was that all about? He had gotten enough blowjobs from other guys over the years that having one given to him freely was nothing new. So why now should he not be able to stand back and enjoy what was happening here? Why was this damn girl invading his thoughts so much that he couldn't even get off in some stranger 's mouth? What the fuck!?




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 07



With a violent roar, Scott slapped the hand away that was wrapped around his dick, and kicked the guy in the chest, sending him sprawling. The guy still had hold of Justin's dick with this mouth and other hand, so as he fell, it pulled Justin off balance, and they both tumbled to the floor. Apparently Justin's body decided that exact moment was the best time to start coming, because Stalker guy was now pinned on the floor under Justin, with the cock that was still in his hand firing its load all over his face. The combination sounds of pleasure, pain, and surprise was too much for Scott. He pulled up his pants, getting his underwear tangled somewhere under his balls, grabbed his bag, and almost broke the door off of the hinges getting out of the room. Behind him, the sounds of "What the fuck was that?" gave him little comfort.

Turning the corner, he ran right into both of the cardio twins, who apparently were heading for the women's locker room. With his momentum, Scott knocked both of them over. As they fell, one of the girls reached up and managed to grab a hold of the top of his pants as she went down, and of course the pants came down with her. So now both girls were laying flat on their backs in the hallway, staring up at Scott's cock that had not softened at all. 

"Holy fuck! Look at that!"

With the mood that he was in, Scott had no desire to let them do that. All he could think about was getting out of the gym and on the road. Anywhere was better than here for trying to sort out the feelings in his head. Stepping over the still prone girls, Scott made a beeline for the exit, ignoring the cries of the two girls imploring him to come back, or at least slow down. Not a chance. Not right now. He had other things to deal with, and even though his cock was part of the problem right now, it was also going to be part of the solution. Let is stay hard until he got home. It would probably make him feel better if it did.

* * * * *

Ruth-Ann lay in bed again, floating in and out of sleep. The pillows were so comfortable, and the bed so big, that she had gone back to the bedroom with the intention of laying down and watching TV, but as soon as she had crawled back in, the bed sucked her in and made her forget all about the Saturday morning cartoons. So now she was lying on his side of the bed, smelling the pillow he used last night, and reliving all of the ways that they had used each other the night before. She was still wearing his shirt from the night before, but she had it pulled open once again and was slowly pinching her nipples while she remembered how Scott had eaten her pussy on the kitchen table the night before. She could feel that same pussy getting moist again as she saw herself grabbing Scott by the hair and pulling his face further into her crotch as she came for the second time that night. There was something about getting eaten out on the kitchen table like a dinner entrée that was strangely exciting for her. She wondered what it would be like to switch positions, to have Scott spread eagle on the table and her sitting in one of the chairs slowly sucking on his cock like a piece of filet mignon. Would she tease him, forcing him to lie there and take it? Or would she go at it hard and fast, getting him quickly to the breaking point, and then climbing on top to have him come inside her pussy? She was already on the pill, so getting pregnant was not an issue, but she was enjoying his come so much last night that she didn't feel it was necessary to share that bit of information just yet.

Somewhere in the back of her brain there was recognition of a door slamming shut somewhere in the house. The majority of her brain decided to ignore it since she was already having so much fun fantasizing and playing with herself. Suddenly she felt a presence in the room, and opened her eyes enough to see Scott drop his bag to the floor and begin to kick off his shoes. For some reason he was not wearing a shirt, but who cares? She liked him better that way.

"Hey. How are you?"

Scott didn't answer. Instead, he finished kicking off his shoes, pulled his socks off in two quick movements, and then ripped his pants and thong off in one quick motion. Ruth-Ann saw that his cock was already hard, and the end seemed to be glistening. "What the hell?" she managed to squeak out through the half open eyelids.

He obviously wasn't going to waste any time. Scott climbed on the bed, threw the covers off of Ruth-Ann, and climbed right on top of her. She felt his mouth on hers as his hips forced their way in between her thighs. His kisses were not the gentle nature of the night before, nor the type of desperation filled embraces that she had experienced while she was on the phone. Instead, these almost felt like a combination of anger and excitement, with a healthy dose of confusion mixed in. Almost like he was angry that he was kissing her, but not quite sure why he was angry in the first place. It made a very puzzling combination that Ruth-Ann's half- awake brain was still trying to process when he felt him inside of her. No warm-up, no pretenses, just his hard cock sliding into her without asking. It was a good thing that she had been turned on before he even got here, or he could have really hurt her.

Ruth-Ann had no idea what was going on here, or why Scott was acting this way. Her body did know, however, that she was getting pounded mercilessly by his cock, and was quickly climbing the hill towards a colossal orgasm. So rather than ask questions, she decided to just go with the feeling and sort everything out afterwards. His breath on her cheek, the weight of him on her chest, the way that his hips caused her thighs to stretch out to make room for him. Everything was on sensory overload. She could feel him grunting in her ear, and thought that she could feel his cock beginning to swell even further inside of her. Sure enough, another couple of jackhammer strokes, and she could feel him begin to rise up in order to pull out of her. As much as she would have liked for him to come in her mouth again, she wanted even more to feel him come inside of her.

"Don't pull out! Please! I'm on the pill, it's OK. Come inside me, please. Please come in me!" Apparently he was in no mood to argue, because she felt him settle back down into her, take two more strokes, and then slam into her with such force she thought her clit was going to shoot out the top of her head. The first shot felt like a howitzer cannon going off inside of her. Even though she had been on the pill for a couple of years now, she had not let any of the boys that she had been with come in her before. It was almost like it was too intimate, and the small chance of her getting pregnant had been a very useful deterrent for all of them. 

When that first shot hit her cervix, she felt her own orgasm come crashing down over her. It was different from anything she had felt before. It was almost like she had started coming in the exact spot where his sperm had hit inside of her, and was pulsing out from there in ever increasing waves. The next shot came, and she felt his entire body tense up and begin to shake. She realized that she had her fingers hooked into the muscles of his back, and could feel every twitch that his body was taking. It was a good thing that she kept her nails short, or she would have drawn blood without ever realizing it.

Three, four, five, six, seven, and finally eight. Ruth-Ann counted eight shots of sperm that absolutely flooded her pussy, making her feel more full than she ever had in her life, even more than the time with the cucumber. The combination of Scott's come in her, his cock holding the flood inside of her, and his weight pressing down on her was as close to heaven on earth as she had come so far in her eighteen years on the planet. She wished that she could stay in that exact position forever, with her legs wrapped around his ass and her hands slowly stroking his back and hair, listening to his breathing slowly return to normal.

After way too short a time, she felt Scott raise up enough that he could disengage from her and roll off to the side, still trying to catch his breath. Ruth-Ann felt almost empty without his cock inside of her, and she knew that if she moved even an inch, all of his come would begin to drain out of her. For some strange reason she wanted to keep that part of him inside of her for a while longer. Not because she wanted to get pregnant, but because there was a special sort of connection she felt after that intimate of an act. Opening her eyes, she turned her head to look at Scott, flat on his back next to her. She also noticed the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Is that time on the clock correct?"

Scott didn't even open his eyes. "Yea. Why?"

"Shit! It's 8:15!" Ruth-Ann almost jumped out of bed as she said that. "I have to be home in 15 minutes to go sailing! I'm going to be late! Shit! Where are my soccer clothes?"

"In the laundry room. Next to the kitchen. Come on." Scott got up on unsteady legs and led her downstairs, both of them naked as jaybirds. In the laundry room, he opened the dryer and pulled out all of her clothes, and then pulled her shoes off of a rack on the back of the door. Ruth-Ann could already feel the come sliding out of her and beginning to ooze down her leg. She quickly grabbed her white cotton panties and pulled them into place in order to trap everything inside of her that she could. Sports bra, shorts, jersey, and shoes with her socks in her hands. "Where are my keys?"

"They should be in the truck, which should be open. Ruth-Ann, I..."

She didn't let him get another word out. "I have to go. I am going to be so late. I will see you on Monday, and maybe we can get some time alone next week. Bye!" Ruth-Ann rose up on her toes and planted a kiss right on his lips. Not an 'I have to have you' type of kiss, but more of an 'I had fun and let's do it again' kiss. Leaving him standing in the laundry room, she headed into the garage and raised the door. There in the driveway was her Explorer with the keys in the ignition, just like it was supposed to be. The security must be really good here if they can leave a car unlocked with the keys in it overnight with no worries. AS she turned the truck over, Brittany's new song "Toxic" was playing on the radio. 

With a taste of your lips 
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic
I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t know you that you’re toxic

With the radio turned up loud and Scott's come sliding out of her pussy into the crotch of her panties, Ruth-Ann could only smile as she passed the guard at the gate. "Poison Paradise indeed."



Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 08



The next few days passed by as a blur for Ruth-Ann. She had called Jennifer on her way home from Scott's place, making sure that she was up on the story and would be able to cover for her if Ruth-Ann's parents decided to do some double checking. Her parents were usually good about trusting their daughter, but sometimes they got a wild hair up their ass about things. Now would NOT be a good time to encourage that type of exploration.

The sailing trip was uneventful. There was another couple, the Franklins, who came along for the day. They were alright company, but were mainly for her parent's conversational benefit, which was fine. It gave Ruth-Ann time to put on her tanning suit and head all the way to the bow of the boat where she could get some sun. Luckily her brother was competing in a video game tournament of all things today, so he was at that with a couple of his friends, which meant he was not on the boat to harass her when he got bored. That fact promised a day with lots of sun, music on the IPod, and plenty of time to think. Ruth-Ann needed the time to start working through everything that had happened this past week. She not only had one, but two new lovers, and that made for a lot of confusion.

Monday finally came, which was both a blessing and a curse. School gave Ruth-Ann something else to think about, but both of her new partners would be there, and she would have to see them. She really DID want to see them, but at the same time it was easier to deal with things when the situation was not staring you in the face all the time. 'Be careful what you wish for, because you may just get it.' No shit! Jennifer was upset because Ruth-Ann had not wanted to come over on Sunday and give her all of the juicy details. She imagined Jenn lying on her bed touching herself trying to fill in the many holes in the story so far, which was a nice visual, but still overwhelming to seriously think about.

So now Monday was staring her in the face, and like it or not, she had to get to school. She couldn't fake being sick to avoid everyone, and she really wanted to go to soccer practice today, so up and out of bed it was. There would not be anything wild in the underwear department today, because she was not even sure that she would be able to see Scott alone, and Jennifer had not indicated any preference for a particular type of skivvies. Standing in front of her dressers, Ruth-Ann had to stop for a second and smile. She wondered what type of deep meaning there was in the fact that she was picking out her underwear based on what her lovers would like to see her in. That was insanity, fetish, or devotion. Sorry, no time to figure that one out now.

She actually made it to school early for a change. Of course, Jennifer was waiting for her in the parking lot, and was over to her Explorer even before she had been able to climb out.

"All right, spill it. Who is it, and what the hell is going on!?"

"Hold on a sec, would you at least let me get out of the truck?"

"Wrong answer chic. Who is it?"

"Damn! What the hell is up with you?"

Instead of answering, Jennifer did a quick look around the mostly empty parking lot, and then leaned in, grabbed Ruth-Ann by the back of the hair, and proceeded to place one of the more intense kisses on her lips that either girl had experienced up to that point. Ruth-Ann initially tried to pull away in surprise, but Jennifer had a good hold on her hair, and she surrendered to the feeling after a couple of seconds. After what felt like forever, but in reality was probably only a few seconds, Jennifer released her hold and backed away a step. Ruth-Ann just looked at her dumb struck.

"I had to do it. After that phone call, and then not giving me any more details for the entire weekend, I was a horny wreck. I must have masturbated at least half a dozen times the rest of the weekend and this morning. Even if you did not mean to, you are a teasing bitch. I came so much thinking about you and your mystery stud that I may not need to rub myself off before the game tomorrow."

"Wow. Well, if I could tell you all of the juicy details, I would. But for now, I can't. I don't want to make any trouble for him."

"Make trouble for him?" Jennifer had to think about that one for a second, then apparently decided that it was not important enough to push at that point. "Fine. I hope that doesn't mean that you and I are ….."

Ruth-Ann giggled under her breath. Almost in a whisper, she responded, "I hope not. I would like to have you spend the night soon, and maybe take advantage of my shower again if you are interested?"

A smile broke across Jenn's face. "Of course I am interested. Let's find a time soon. But for now, off to class. The bell is about to ring."

"Yea, I would hate to be late for the first bell. I wonder if we are late enough if we would have to get swats. Do they still do that here?"

Jennifer's face scrunched up in a frown. "I don't know. I have not heard of it happening, but that does not mean that it doesn't. I don't think I would want. Mrs. Franklin, the etiquette counselor is a mean bitch, and Principal Hansen looks like he could hurt you."

'You have no idea.' Ruth-Ann thought to herself as she finally extracted herself from the Ford and grabbed her backpack. The girls heard the first bell ring, so they both ran into the building, exchanging a quick hello with Principal Hansen who was holding the door open for them.

"Hurry girls, your time is short. I would hate to have to see you about being tardy."

"Yes Sir." The girls answered in unison. As they got into the building and began to round the first corner of the hall, Ruth-Ann intentionally dropped her backpack. She stopped, turned around to pick it up, and glanced back at Scott. As she hoped, he was staring straight at her. She chanced a quick smile his direction, and then grabbed her bag and headed on down the corridor. 'At least he was looking.' she thought, 'At least he was looking.'

The rest of the morning passed without incident, or excitement. Math, U.S. history and Biology made for an intensely boring morning, so lunch came as a blessing. During lunch, Ruth-Ann was able to sit at a table where she could see Scott at the front table. Just watching the movements of him eating the lunch that he always brought with him made her brain go back to the weekend, and all of the excitement that they had created. So she ate, because she knew that there needed to be something in her stomach before practice, but lord only knows what it was she ingested. Jennifer was trying to carry a conversation on with her, but again Ruth-Ann's brain was elsewhere, so that was pointless as well. So Jennifer contented herself with playing footsy with her new lover. Luckily, since it was such a small and exclusive school, all of the tables had floor length table clothes on them, which kept the foot shenanigans out of the range of prying eyes.

Practice could not have come quick enough at the end of the day. It gave Ruth-Ann time to do something besides think, especially with coach yelling at them because most of the team was slower that dirt that day. So there were plenty of running drills, and lots of wind sprints to break the spirit and throw up lunch. And actually, a couple of girls did throw up before the end of the session. But once again, the summer program was paying dividends, with Ruth-Ann and Jennifer handling all the sprints with ease, finishing first every time. Finally coach told the two girls to head to the locker room, and for the rest of the team to do another 10 laps around the field for being so far out of shape, and obviously partying too much over the weekend. "You need to sweat a little more of that illicit alcohol out of your system. We will have no chance this year if almost everyone is dragging ass this hard every Monday afternoon." According to coach, alcohol was "Illicit" for teenagers, even though most of the time it was the parents buying the alcohol and supervising the parties.

Not wanting to take any more for the good of the team, Ruth-Ann and Jenn headed for the locker room. Once inside, Jennifer headed straight for the shower, almost dragging Ruth-Ann behind her. 

"If they are all running 10 laps, then we have at least 10 minutes to ourselves before they start getting in here. Come on, shower time."

"Jenn, are you nuts? What if coach comes back inside early? If we get caught, it could be bad."

"You know she is not coming back in early. Besides, I like being in the shower with you. Now come on, let me help you out." Standing in front of their two lockers, Jennifer grabbed the bottom of Ruth-Ann's uniform jersey and pulled it over her head. Resigned and excited at the same time, Ruth-Ann began to help out, and pretty soon both girls were naked and rounding the corner to the shower room. They left their towels hanging in the lockers, because no one cared if you came out of the room dripping and dried off sitting on the bench. The girls turned every shower on in the room, which made the level of steam immediately threaten to engulf them. It also cut down on visibility, which might come in handy should anyone come back earlier than expected.

Jennifer was standing under a couple of streams of water, her hair already plastered to her head. Ruth-Ann approached slowly, enjoying the steam billowing around her like pillows that she could hold onto and snuggle up with. Two more slow steps, and she was on top of Jenn, stalking her, almost like a snake looking for an opening to strike. If Jennifer was going to present this opportunity for play, with the danger element thrown it, then she was going to try and make the most of it. So far all of their encounters had been quick and dangerous. Ruth-Ann briefly wondered what it would be like to have Jennifer for an entire night, to be able to take things slow and enjoy the exploration of each other. Just as quickly, the thought was pushed out. The reality of the here and now was that Jennifer was all wet standing in front of her, and just waiting for Ruth-Ann's lips to cover that last six inches and make contact with skin of some sort.

Instead of planting a kiss on her lips, Ruth-Ann decided to be the aggressor, and headed straight for the juncture of Jennifer's neck and jaw. She was keyed up, and needed some relief for all the hormones raging through her body. As she hoped, when she attached herself to Jenn's neck and began to nibble there, Jenn took a sharp intake of air, like she had to brace herself for what was coming next. Ruth-Ann grabbed both of her lovers' hands, pinning then against the wall. She kept up the contact of her mouth on the skin being presented to her, trailing little bites from Jenn's neck down to her clavicle that poked out slightly and further down till a very turgid nipple placed itself in her path. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, Ruth-Ann clamped her lips around that gorgeous cherry and sucked, HARD. As she had hoped, her lover tensed up again and seemed to melt even further into Ruth-Ann's hands holding her up.

Jennifer didn't know what to do at that point. She wanted to be able to touch her new friend, and make her feel these little explosions as well, but Ruth-Ann was stronger that her, and even if she wanted to, she would not have been able to free her hands from the grip. So she just turned her brain off and allowed herself to enjoy being dominated. It was a rather new sensation for her, and the newness of the act added to her excitement. She was having a hard time believing that her friend who she had intentionally seduced only a few days ago was now so willing to be the aggressor, to take the lead and give pleasure just as quickly as she was willing to take it.

Jennifer felt Ruth-Ann's lips leave her nipple and continue to trail down the side of her stomach. Because of all the running over the summer, Jenn had a faint six pack where her pudgy stomach used to be. Ruth-Ann used her tongue to trace all of the spaces in between the abdominal muscles, almost like she was digging in the grooves, trying to make them even deeper. She liked the fact that her new lover was so lean. It made it more interesting to look at the muscles moving under the skin. Or like now, more interesting to explore them with her tongue and hands. 

Even with the showers going full blast, and the steam threatening to swallow them like some stupid monster from her brother's computer games, Ruth-Ann could smell the excitement pouring out of her captive lover. She wanted to prolong this, to make the tension and release that much more explosive, but the back of her brain also remembered that time was of the essence right now. It would not do to have one of the first year members of the team stumble on the two of them getting all sweaty together again. So Ruth-Ann gave in to the signals in front of her, leaning down a little more and burying her face in Jennifer's sparse pubic hair, finding her clit and sucking it between her lips like the end of a cherry stem.

Jenn had been floating on a cloud for a while now, letting her brain disconnect just enough to enjoy the feeling of Ruth-Ann's tongue tracing the musculature on her stomach. Suddenly the 4th of July went off in her pussy, and every muscle went from being relaxed to squeezing the life out of her. Once the initial hit wore off, she looked down to see her lover's head buried in between her thighs, moving back and forth like a woman possessed. 'Jesus' she thought, 'this girl may be new at all this, but she sure is enthusiastic about it.' Jenn's wrists were released, and felt Ruth-Ann's hands move around to the back and cup her ass, squeezing the tight flesh as she buried her tongue even further up her pussy, if that was at all possible. Needing something to hold on to, Jenn took Ruth-Ann's head in her hands, not to control the action, but just to tangle her fingers in the wet hair and be able to communicate in some way without speaking.

Ruth-Ann felt the fingers in her hair, and it was somewhat of a reassurance. For all of the intense excitement that was coursing through her at the moment, there was still a part of her that wanted to make sure she was making Jenn feel good, and not just wasting her time. When she felt the fingers in her hair begin to tense up, and pull on her just a little, she redoubled her efforts. Jennifer tasted so wonderful, like a warm summer rain if you could cook it into a recipe. Ruth-Ann buried her tongue even further into the fragrant pussy in front of her, using the bridge of her nose to rub up against her clit. Apparently it worked, for after another few seconds, every muscle in Jenn's body seized up, held for three seconds, then everything fell apart. Ruth-Ann kept her mouth buried in the sex in front of her, and was rewarded with a cascade of juice all over her mouth and face. From her own explorations of her body, she knew to keep going until the orgasm wore itself out. So she continued to ream out that glorious cunt, working her tongue around like a spoon trying to get the last little bit of peanut butter out of the jar.

Finally Jennifer pulled her head away from her pussy and almost dragged her to her feet. Looking into her eyes with a half dazed expression, Jennifer planted a very emotionally worn out kiss on Ruth's lips, and then held her face in place while she proceeded to lick her clean, making sure to get all of her own secretions off. She had tasted herself before, and liked it, but it was ten times better licking it off of someone else. Like the time she had licked clean that stranger at Naploi's pizza joint. She had been wearing a skirt, and kept flashing this older guy her panties until he went crazy. She had gone to the bathroom, and he had followed her in, locking the door behind him. Not wasting any time, he just pulled her skirt up, propped her on the side of the counter and then unzipped himself. His cock was cute but not that large, which Jenn was thankful for at that moment, because he just pulled her panties to the side and slid right in. After about 30 seconds of serious fucking, he pulled out like he was going to come. Jennifer dropped to her knees and let the guy shoot his meager load into her mouth, and then she sucked his dick all the way into her mouth and cleaned him off. Not because she wanted to make it more exciting for him, but because she wanted to see what she tasted like on something besides her own fingers. The guy hurried up and left, so Jenn stayed kneeling on the floor, fingering herself to a delicious little orgasm while the taste of his come and her juices were still in her mouth.

After the two seconds it took for her brain to replay that particular episode, Jenn was more that ready to return the favor. However, just as her mouth locked on to one of Ruth-Ann's large breasts, she heard the door to the locker room slam open and the voices of her team mates start chattering in. DAMN! Had it been that long already? She looked up at Ruth-Ann, and could see the mixture of frustration and disappointment on her face. Standing upright, she put her head right next to her friends.

"Bad timing. I owe you one."

"No shit. Can't we continue this somewhere else?"

"Sorry, I can't. I have to go with the family to dinner tonight. We are celebrating something, but I can't remember what right now."

"Uugghh." Ruth-Ann sounded like she was going to cry. "Fine. Then you definitely owe me more than one for leaving me this horny. My fingers are going to be a poor substitute tonight."

"Deal." Jennifer stepped, back and turned to the next shower head. She thought she saw movement in the corner of the steam filled room, but quickly dismissed it. She heard the voices in the main room, and that was close enough. With her back to the doorway of the room, looking at Ruth-Ann, she did not see Samantha Runyon quickly move out of the corner of the room and head around the corner.

Ten minutes later, Ruth-Ann was somewhat dressed, and on the way home. She had hurried up in the shower, especially after the rest of the team began to file into the steam room. Not bothering to dry her hair, she had just put her bra and uniform back on. Normally she brought an extra pair of panties to wear home after practice, but had forgotten today. So the cool evening air was wafting up her school skirt, making her overheated pussy throb that much more. She was driving with one hand and slowly stroking herself with the other. It was a little dangerous for her to try and come while she was driving, but she was keeping herself heated up so that she would be ready to go as soon as she could lock herself in her room. 

Driving past the new strip center where they had just opened a Starbucks and some other businesses, Ruth-Ann noticed what she thought was a familiar truck in the parking lot. She slowed down and took the next entrance into the strip, then back tracked. Sure enough, she slowed down to take a look, and it was Scott's truck parked there. After being inside that truck last week, she would recognize it anywhere. In her super excited condition, the possibility of having Scott take care of her itch was more important that the hazard of the two of them being seen together outside of school. Now, where would he be? There was a new Vitamin Shoppe at the end of the center, which made the most sense. Ruth-Ann parked a couple of spots down the row from Scott's truck, and headed toward the store. With her hair still damp from the shower and her pussy bare underneath her skirt, she was feeling delightfully naughty. There was really no plan at the moment, just that she was intensely horny, and Scott was somewhere in that store.

Walking in, the setting could not have been any better. There was a good deal of square footage in the store, with lots of aisles to hide in. There only seemed to be one person working right now, and he was back in the corner helping a customer. And there was Scott – back against the far wall looking at a huge selection of plastic bottles. Should she just go up to him and let him know she was here? Or should she play coy, and let him discover her? She decided that being subtle would be more fun. Even if she was not able to do anything serious with him now, she would be able to get both of them sufficiently turned on that hopefully it would mean great things later. 




Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 08



Luckily, Scott was facing away from Ruth-Ann, so she was able to circle around to the side of him, and then get a little ways down the wall from where he was. He seemed so intent on one of the bottles that he still had not seen her. Perfect. She bent over, facing her ass toward Scott, and then reached for one of the bottles on the bottom shelf, picked it up, and proceeded to drop it on the floor. Being plastic, it had the desired result – lots of noise, but nothing broke. She was hoping that Scott would turn to look at the source of the noise, and would see her bent over, skirt climbing up the back of her thighs until her ass was almost hanging out the bottom. She stayed that way for a few seconds, hoping that her lover was looking, even if he did not know that it was her. The salesperson working at the time came around the corner, so she quickly stood up.

"Is ever thing alright?"

"Oh yea, I just did not realize how heavy the bottle was. It just bounced, nothing broke."

"OK. Well, I am helping that other customer right now, but will be happy to answer any questions you have when I get done with them."

"Thanks." Ruth-Ann waited for the worker to walk away, and then turned to look over her shoulder. As she had hoped, Scott was looking at her with a mix of amusement and excitement. Good enough for now. Maybe she could ratchet up the excitement factor a few notches. She turned completely around so she was facing Scott, and then instead of bending at the waist to retrieve the bottle on the floor, she squatted down, spreading her legs wide in the process. As she had hoped, her skirt spread open and slid up her thighs, exposing her entire pussy to Scott's eyes. She had been excited for so long that her juices were running down the inside of her thighs, which made the entire area glisten in the store lights. Like a beacon in the distance, she could see Scott's eyes immediately drawn to the juncture of her legs. She stayed that way for a few seconds, and then crooked her finger in a 'come here' gesture. Scott was obviously not paying attention that far up her body, so she put her finger right in front of her pussy and did it again. That time he saw it, and looked up into her eyes. She made the signal again, and Scott crossed the fifteen feet between then in about 2 seconds, and then kneeled down next to her, effectively hiding the both of them from the rest of the people in the store.

"What the hell are you doing?" The first words out of Scott's mouth were so predictable it was almost comical.

"What does it look like I am doing? I am shopping in the same store that you are, nothing more. Is there something wrong with that? If I just happen to not be thinking and accidentally expose myself, that is no one's fault but mine, right?"

"You have lost your mind." Scott may have said that with a serious tone in his voice, but the smile that was beginning to creep across his face was giving away his enjoyment of the situation.

"Do you think you could answer a couple of questions about the product that I have here?" Ruth-Ann was trying to play the game somewhat cool, so as she was asking the question that would be appropriate for that store, she grabbed Scott's hand and jammed it between her legs, then held it there. Scott could not believe how hot she was. He felt like his hand was going to get burned off, but all of the juice that was flowing out of Ruth-Ann's pussy was making the heat bearable. This girl had obviously been excited before she even walked in the door. No one got that wet that quick. But he would be a fool to waste the opportunity. So he curled up the two middle fingers of the hand that she had trapped, and slip them inside of her as far as they would go.

Instantly Ruth-Ann felt her orgasm start. She had been on edge for almost half an hour now, and needed to come. Feeling Scott's fingers in her pussy sent her over the edge immediately. It was not an earth shattering orgasm, but more of a tension breaker that allowed her body to calm down a little bit, and the brain to think of something else besides getting off. To that end, she grabbed a hold of Scott's hand that was inside of her in order to ensure that it stayed put. She reached out with her other hand to Scott's crotch, and was pleased to discover that his cock was already VERY hard through his dress pants.

"Ah, is that all for me?"

"Well, it is definitely all because of you. I can't believe that you just did that! You came in the middle of the store."

"Silently, and with no one watching except for you. Where is the problem?"

Scott just shook his head. "No problem as long as no one saw anything."

"You worry too much. But now what are we going to do? You have a rather hard problem that needs to be addressed."

"Not here. No way. I can go home and take care of myself. I hope you don't mind that I will be thinking about you."

Ruth-Ann thought for a second, and felt the cock in her hand give a small twitch. "Stand up." She ordered him in the most demanding voice she could muster. "Stand up and face the gondola into the store like you are looking at something on the top shelf."

Scott looked at her for a moment, and then did what she had requested. It was awful to lose the sensation of Scott's fingers inside of her, but what she had in mind would hopefully more than make up for it.

"Now what?" Scott asked. He was looking at a bottle on the top shelf, and was facing so that he could see the entire store.

"Now just keep an eye out." Ruth-Ann scooted over until she was on her knees almost in front of him. Using both hands, she quickly pulled down the zipper on the expensive dress slacks, and pulled the minimal underwear to the side, exposing the piece of meat that she had been fantasizing about for the last two days. Not giving her man a chance to protest, she leaned forward and took about half of that glorious cock inside her mouth. He was amazingly hard, very hot, and filled her mouth to perfection. It was almost like he was meant to be there, to fit inside of her that way. 

Scott was torn. He had been thinking of this 18 year old goddess all weekend, and had gotten hard as soon as he had seen her that morning. There was a part of his brain that was so thankful that she was now on her knees in this very public place, trying to bury his cock down her throat. It almost made up for all the tension that he had experienced that last couple of days. But the rational side of his brain was still trying to scream out "This is wrong! You will get in so much trouble if you get caught!" Fortunately, the devil on his other shoulder was countering with the simple argument of, "only IF you get caught."

Sometimes human weakness is a good thing. Scott just decided to let go and enjoy the moment. He pretended to look at the bottles on the top shelf, and keep an eye on the other two people in the store. It was hard for him to relax because his facial expressions would have let the other people know that something was up. So he tried to enjoy things as much as possible without betraying it on his face.

Ruth-Ann wanted him to get off. Badly. She had already gotten one lover off today, and with her fingers buried inside of herself working overtime, she was ready to come again as soon as Scott did. She hoped that he was sufficiently worked up to get off in her mouth here. There were no other thoughts in her head besides the need to taste his come on her tongue. So she continued to work, running her tongue around the head of his cock, taking him as deep in her throat as she could, and running her tongue all over his hairless balls. She had to make him come, and soon.

Ding Ding Ding. Soon did not come quick enough, as the chime on the front door went off. She felt Scott pull out of her mouth, and almost jerk her up to her feet. Not two seconds later, another customer came around the corner of the gondolas heading for the back wall. He did not even look at the two of them, which was a blessing since Scott was still trying to stuff his hard cock back inside his slacks. He pulled out his dress shirt, and was able to cover up the evidence. But now Ruth-Ann was REALLY hard up. She wanted to feel Scott come, and wanted to get off with him. Just because their location had been compromised was no reason for that not to happen. Apparently Scott had the same idea, because he leaned down to her ear and simply said, "Follow me." He turned and headed toward the front door, and Ruth-Ann had to hurry up to catch up with him.

When she got outside, she saw Scott heading for his truck. He got in, started it up, and motioned for her to do the same. Pulling out of the parking lot, he turned the corner of the strip center, and headed to the back. Because it was a new center, the back was just a collection of loading docks, dumpsters, and woods. A perfect place to hide for a little while if you did not want to be found.

Scott stopped his truck in one of the loading bays, and Ruth-Ann pulled up beside him. She watched as he got out, came around the side of her Explorer, and opened the passenger's side door to get it. He barely took the time to shut the door before he was all over her, kissing her lips and running his hands up the tops of her thighs.

"I have to have you. Now! It was so hard to keep a straight face while you were doing that. I can't believe how much of a tease and how brazen you are. I never would have thought it. I need to be inside of you again, to come inside of you again, to hear you scream for me again. I have to fuck you. Oh Christ, I have to fuck you now!"

Ruth-Ann was too far gone to even agree with him. She just climbed over the seat into the back of the Ford. Luckily she had hauled some stuff for her mom yesterday, so the back seat had been laid down. She just laid on her back, pulled her skirt up and waited for Scott to come to her.

He did not disappoint. He was over the seat and between her legs in about three seconds. It took about another two seconds for his pants and underwear to make it down around his knees, freeing his still turgid prick. Ruth-Ann reached out with both hands to draw him inside of her. They had both had plenty of preliminaries, and were more than ready for the main event. 

Scott felt wetness, and plunged himself inside of the goddess that was underneath him. Everything else faded away in that instant. The job, the responsibilities, the possible fallout, nothing else mattered except the accepting grunts that were coming out of Ruth-Ann's sweating body. This was heaven on earth, angel choruses and all. Nothing and no one would ever be any better than this. At that moment, Scott knew that he was hooked, and would go to the ends of the earth for this woman. Which, if they were ever found out, he just might have to.

It was inevitable that both of them would get off in a hurry. Which was good, because who wants to have a 20 minute session in the back parking lot of a Starbucks? Ruth-Ann felt his cock expand through the haze of her brain, and knew that Scott was close. Her clit was telling her it was time to go, and it did not disappoint. As Scott began to grunt like an overheated stallion, and the first shot of his wonderful seed coated the walls of her pussy, Ruth-Ann felt her own body melt into his. The sounds that they generated had no intelligence, no reason, just pure reaction to the glory that was the joining of their flesh. Nothing in the world could be better than that moment, and she knew that from here on out, Ruth-Ann would do everything that she could to get back to this point as much as possible, the rest of the world be damned.

Lying in the afterglow, Scott propped himself up on one elbow, shook his head, and looked like he was trying to say something. After starting and stopping three times with some unintelligible grunts, Ruth-Ann put one finger on his lips and gave him a shush.

"You don't have to say it. I know. I know. This changes everything. And yes, I love you too."

Scott looked at her for a second with first surprise, then shock, and finally peace on his face. He leaned down, buried his face in her neck, and just existed.