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Ruthann's High School - 1
by Strength + Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)
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It's the first day of the new year at St. Mary's
Catholic School, and everyone gets off to an
interesting start. (MFF, 1st, bi, rom, school)
***
PART 1
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 were 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.
"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.
To be continued?
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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