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Ruthann's High School - 4
by Strength + Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)
***
Everyone plays the same game... sort of. (mf-teens,
youths, exh, bi, 1st)
***
PART 4
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.
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.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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