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Ruthann's high school - 6
by Strength+Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)
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PART 6
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.
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. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 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."
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.
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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