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Ruthann's High School - 7
by Strength+Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)
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PART 7
6am came way too early for Scott the next day. He and
Justin were supposed to meet at the gym at 6:30 for
their leg workout, and even though it was a Saturday,
he still had the contest looming, and every workout
counted. Better to keep a schedule of eating and
workouts than to sleep in on the weekend.
He could always catch a nap that afternoon. Which he
was sure that he was going to need. After their little
episode with the phone call last night, and Scott
coming all over Ruth-Ann's tits, they had both dozed
off on the kitchen floor. Quick enough though, she had
woken back up, and decided that she wanted more. They
started on the kitchen table, where he had eaten her
beautiful pussy twice more while giving his cock time
to recover.
Then it was on to the shower, where she had sucked his
cock like a woman possessed. She obviously wanted him
so keyed up that he would lose his mind, and it
certainly came close to that. He had carried her out of
the shower, laid her on the bed, and just taken her,
with little concern for her. She had teased him so much
that he just had to come. Which judging by her moans
and screams, she was having just as much fun as he was.
Scott had ended up getting off twice more that night.
Both times, since he did not have any condoms in the
house, he had to pull out when the time came, and both
times Ruth-Ann had insisted that he come in her mouth.
The girl obviously had a taste for cum, and for the
time being Scott was happy to accommodate her little
kink.
After his third come of the night, Scott was worn out.
He had gone to sleep almost immediately, with Ruth-Ann
curled up next to him under the clean sheets, her head
on his chest and a hand draped over his other pec. It
had been a while since Scott had shared his bed with
anyone else, so he woke up a number of times during the
night, surprised to find someone else in the bed with
him. When he was not trying to get back to sleep, his
dreams were filled with all sorts of random disturbing
images of him and Ruth-Ann getting caught in all sorts
of compromising positions. Needless to say, he did not
sleep very well.
So now his alarm clock was telling him it was time to
get up and head to the gym for yet another workout. He
rolled over, turned off the alarm, and then turned back
over in order to look at this girl who was sleeping in
his bed. He knew that the feelings starting to come
alive in his brain, not just his groin, were real, but
how could he allow them to be real? She was a student
after all, and he was good at hiding secrets, but this
could be too big to cover up. When more than one person
knows a secret, it gets that much harder to keep. And
by his count, there were at least three people who knew
about the two of them. Not good.
Scott reached out and shook her shoulder, gently at
first, then more forceful when she did not respond.
Ruth-Ann rolled over, groaned, and then put a pillow
over her head, a clear indication that 6am was WAY too
early for her to even think about getting out of bed.
Fine. It would be easier to leave her here, and not
have to talk about anything before he headed to the
gym.
Slipping out of bed, Scott got ready almost by routine;
he had done it so many times. Get dressed, take his
pre-workout supplements with a tall glass of water, mix
up his pre and post-workout protein shakes, throw
everything in the gym bag, and head out the door. He
made sure to leave a note on the kitchen table for
Ruth-Ann in case she decided to get up before he got
back in a couple of hours.
In the truck, Scott loaded up a Pantera CD in the
player as he pulled out of the driveway. He really was
dragging ass this morning, and knew that he needed some
sort of extra motivation to get going. Knowing Justin,
he had gone to bed early last night, and was going to
be bouncing off the walls ready to go. That guy could
be a real pain in the ass sometimes, always positive
and shit. Very annoying, but he was good to have around
for early morning sessions.
Unfortunately, Scott's brain was still thinking about
the Ruth-Ann mess that he had created, and he was not
getting mentally ready for his workout. So he turned up
the radio, rolled down the window, and starting singing
along as he drove into the rising sun. Anything to get
that girl out of his head, at least for a while would
be welcome.
Pulling into the gym parking lot, Scott saw that
Justin's car was already here, along with about three
or four more. The crowds on Saturday mornings were even
sparser than during the week. Good. Turn up the music
and get to work time.
"Hey Scott, about time you showed up."
"Yea, fuck you too. I got here as fast as I could drag
my lazy ass out of bed."
"Lazy ass? Since when are you lazy? What's the matter
didn't get a lot of sleep last night? Did ya go out
somewhere and pick up some little fling that you left
asleep in the bed this morning?"
Justin didn't know how close he was to the truth on
that. "Yea, something like that. Get the squat rack
ready, I am going to commandeer the sound system this
morning."
Scott went to the front desk, and told the little
teenybopper to put in his Metallica CD. She was half
asleep, and really didn't care. So walking back into
the weight room, Scott heard the beginning strains of
"Master of Puppets" coming over the speakers. Best
album Metallica ever put out, and wonderful music to
get psyched up to. A little air guitar, a little head
banging, and it was time to go. The gym was just
occupied by Scott, Justin, some other guy who always
seemed to be there when Scott was, and the two cardio
twins.
They were two girls, sisters he thought, who always
wore matching outfits to the gym, and always seemed to
spend an inordinate amount of time on the cardio
equipment, talking the whole time about god only knows.
Scott had dubbed them the cardio twins because he had
no desire to learn their real names. Kind of like the
two guys who came in the gym, and all they did were
bench presses. All the time, every time, bench presses.
Scott had dubbed them the Bench Brothers, again because
he had not time or interest in learning who they were
in real life. If they wanted some advice, he would be
happy to offer it, but for the time being they were a
stupid distraction.
"Alright brother, lets get this party started."
* * * * *
Ruth-Ann rolled over, and kept rolling. She had not
been able to sleep very well during the night, mostly
because sleeping in the same bed with someone she had
just had sex with was a very new experience for her.
She had finally rolled over, and discovered that the
other side of the bed was empty. Where did he go? The
first thought that had run through her mind was of
rolling over and wrapping her arms around Scott so that
she could snuggle up closer to him and enjoy this
moment for at least a little bit longer.
Her dreams the night before had run the spectrum from
Scott losing his job and her being shunned all the way
to the two of them escaping to Fiji and living a life
of excess there. She had wanted to cuddle up close to
him for a little while longer in order to deny reality
setting in. But he wasn't here. Pout!
Ruth-Ann threw the sheets off of her, and rolled out of
bed. Rolling being the operative word – the bed was a
king size plus, and she could have probably fit her
entire soccer team in here if they all got real close.
She saw the dress shirt she had been wearing from the
night before laying on the floor, and figured it would
not be good to wander around his house totally nude, in
case his maid came by on Saturdays, or some other
domestic servant that she didn't know about. The
thought briefly crossed her mind as to how someone who
is a principal of a school, be it a very high-class
school, could afford to live like this. There must be
money somewhere that she did not know about.
Plodding into the kitchen, Ruth-Ann headed straight to
the fridge and opened the door.
"OK," she thought, "No orange juice, no milk, no soft
drinks. What the hell is this red stuff in the
container?" It smelled like fruit juice, so she took a
swig straight out of the container.
'HHHmmmm, not too bad. Kind of tastes like raspberry
Kool-Aid.' Still drinking from the container, she
rummaged through the cabinets until she found a glass,
and poured herself a drink. Leaving the container on
the counter – after all the physical exertion last
night, she was really thirsty – she noticed the note
sitting on the table.
"Good lord, this guy is almost unstoppable. Who the
hell goes to the gym at 6am on a Saturday of all days?!
Maybe during the week, but this is stupid. That means
that he has been up and gone for over an hour already.
Good grief." Ruth-Ann was dedicated to her soccer
conditioning, but this was too much for her.
'However, he did leave me here by myself', she thought,
'so I guess I should give myself the nickel tour.
Although in this place, it could be worth a quarter.'
As Ruth-Ann wandered from room to room in the house,
juice glass in hand and white dress shirt open to her
knees, she realized that the house was a lot bigger
than she had first imagined it to be. 'This place has
to be at least as big as my house, and he lives here
alone? Oh god, he does live alone, doesn't he?' Ruth-
Ann's rationality kicked in quickly on that one. If
Scott had been married, wouldn't she have seen his wife
at one of the school functions last year? Of course she
would have.
By her count, Ruth-Ann found four more bedrooms, three
more bathrooms, although none as nice as the Master
Bath, the exercise room, an office, a home theater
room, and the library. The library was what stole her
attention the most. Whoever had designed and built this
house must have spent some time in a monastery or two
over in Europe. The room was a two-story affair at the
end of the hall, with vaulted ceilings that had windows
at the very top. The entire room was done in dark
leather and wood paneling, with the bookcases
stretching at least 12 feet up the walls all the way
around.
A ladder was attached to the wall by a brass railing
that ran the entire length of the room to allow access
to all of the books in the cases. A number of leather
armchairs and couches were scattered around the room,
obviously for the comfort of the reader. Ruth-Ann
wondered briefly if all of the books were just for
show, but as she looked closer, she saw some obviously
worn paperbacks sitting on the shelves, and some
hardbacks that did not fit in with the décor of the
rest of the room. So maybe Scott was a reader after
all.
Ruth-Ann climbed the ladder to look down at the room,
and then in a fit of inspiration, planted her hands on
the sides of the ladder, and pushed herself off on one
of the bookcases. The ladder almost flew around the
room, navigating the rounded corners with nary a
squeal.
With that one push, Ruth-Ann had sent herself all the
way around the room. Obviously, maintenance of the
ladder was part of the regular cleaning in the room.
Ruth-Ann climbed back down to continue her search of
the house, giving the ladder a small push as a fond
farewell. She hoped that she would be able to spend
more time in this room later. But right now, a shower,
and maybe back into bed to watch some TV while waiting
for Scott to get back sounded like a very good idea.
* * * * *
"That's it, hit the shot just like that. Make sure that
the veins are popping out when you flex." Justin was
watching Scott pose in between sets, and offering
advice. Which wasn't that bad of an idea. Justin had
some contest experience under his belt as well, so he
knew what the judges were looking for, and how to
display yourself to that end.
"Come on Scott, squeeze those abs a little harder. Make
the skin stretch out over them."
"Fuck you. I am flexing as hard as I can."
"Well, you must be doing something right. Take a look
at your stalker and the cardio twins when you hit a
side tricep."
Scott turned to the side, flexing his arm and checking
out the other three people in the gym. The two cardio
twins, for once, were not talking. Rather, they were
still walking on the treadmills, but both of them were
focused on the mirror that Scott was posing in.
Both of them looked shell-shocked, and the one on the
right even had her mouth hanging open a little, causing
a rather amusing combination of exertion and amazement
to hang on her face. The guy that Justin had called the
stalker was sitting at a lat pull down machine across
the room, but even he was staring at Scott as he
continued to check his condition in the mirror.
Scott decided that since he was feeling good that
morning, and had just completed a rather satisfying
workout, he would play to the crowd a little bit. With
an exaggerated motion, he bent over and took off his
shirt, draping it over the leg press next to him. With
his entire upper torso now exposed, Scott began to hit
pose after pose, checking himself but also checking the
reaction of the other three people in the room.
He was obviously getting to them. Both of the cardio
twin's mouths were hanging open now, and they had given
up all pretense of walking on the treadmill. They were
both straddling the machine, letting the belt go on its
merry way underneath them. The guy in the corner was
still staring intently, and one of his hands seemed to
have disappeared out of sight.
Justin knew exactly what Scott was doing, and with the
body he was sporting at that point, he was able to.
Justin just thought it was hilarious, but he knew that
if he laughed out loud, he would spoil the moment that
Scott was creating for his audience.
"Hey Scott. Why don't you really blow their minds and
check the condition of your legs? I bet they would
appreciate a better look."
Holding a side chest pose, Scott turned his head a
little bit and looked at Justin to gauge if he was
truly serious. When he realized that his training
partner was egging him on, Scott decided that he might
was well go for it. Reaching down, he took his workout
pants and quickly shucked them, letting them fall to
the floor, so that he stood there with his pants around
his ankles and his red nylon thong on display for the
rest of the room.
As he had hoped, he heard a collective gasp come up
from the other occupants of the room, including Justin.
Which was strange, because Justin had seen him in the
locker room plenty of times, and knew what kind of
condition he was in, and more importantly right now,
what type of underwear he chose to wear.
As Scott continued to pose in the mirror, he noticed
that one of the cardio twins was staring at his ass and
absently (he thought) stroking one of her nipples
through her sports bra. Her sister was just staring off
into space in his general direction. Might as well give
them the entire picture, Scott thought. So he turned
around in order to check out the back of his legs in
the mirror, but it also allowed the others in the room
to check out his equipment stuffed in the front of the
thong.
The nylon was nice and tight, so you could almost tell
if he was Jewish of not if you looked close enough. As
soon as he turned around, Scott's stalker quickly got
up and walked out of the room. Scott could have sworn
that he saw a hard on tenting out the front of that
guy's spandex shorts.
"Ok, enough play time for now. I need to get back home
and eat. Justin, you coming?"
"Yea, let me grab my bag and then we can get our stuff
out of the locker room."
Scott pulled his pants back up, grabbed his shirt off
of the leg press and headed into the locker room with
Justin on his heels. As they turned the corner, they
were greeted with the sight of the stalker guy from the
weight room slumped in the corner. His spandex shorts
were pulled down enough for him to get access to his
equipment, and he was jerking on his cock like a man
possessed.
"Man what the fuck are you doing?" Scott put as much
contempt into his voice as he was able. The guy looked
like he was truly off on a world of his own.
The guy's head snapped up, and a look of fear mixed
with desire flooded into his face. "Oh Shit! Oh fuck!
Uhh... uhh..." The guy was fumbling for words, but at
the same time he was still stroking his cock.
"I said, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Uhh... Uhh.... Oh fuck it! I'm sorry. I can't help it.
I have been watching you ever since I joined the gym,
and made it so that I was here whenever you were
working out. I can't get enough of looking at you, and
when you posed this morning, it was all I could do to
not lose my mind. And then when you pulled your workout
pants down and had on a thong underneath, I thought I
was going to pass out. I only thought gay guys wore
thongs, and even then not all the time. I couldn't help
it, my dick got hard and I had to come in here to take
care of it. I didn't think that the two of you would
follow me in here so quickly."
"So you are in here STILL jerking off because you were
watching Scott pose?" Justin always had a way of
getting right to the point.
"Look, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Let me make
it up to you. Please. Let me suck your dicks. Both of
you, I don't care. I will blow both of you right now. I
am so fucking turned on by watching you pose in the
mirror that I have to get off. Let me get you off as
well Scott, please? Justin, I'll blow you also, at the
same time. Oh please! Please let me suck your cocks!
Please let me worship your body while I blow you."
Everything had suddenly gotten very surreal for Scott.
Five minutes ago he was just posing in front of the
mirror checking his progress, and now there was a guy
in the locker room begging to suck his cock because he
had flexed in front of the guy. While some part of his
brain was still trying to process those facts.
Another part noticed that the guy, whose name Scott
still did not know past Stalker dude, had come over to
kneel in front of Scott and was in the process of
pulling his pants and thong off in order to get at his
cock. Once his cock was free of its confines Stalker
Guy popped the whole thing into his mouth and began to
do a Hoover impression in it. Obviously the guy did not
want to make this a drawn out affair. He wanted to make
Scott come, and come quick.
Stalker Guy popped Scott's cock out of his mouth long
enough to tell Justin, "Come on man, get over here. I
want to have two cocks to suck on at the same time."
Scott could tell that Justin was hesitant about what
was going on right in front of his face, but never the
less, he did take the two steps forward and dropped his
shorts so that his semi-erect cock slapped the guy on
the side of the face. "Alright dude, if you want it
that bad, you got it. Time to make both of us blow our
loads on your tongue. Suck it dude."
And he was only too happy to oblige. Stalker Guy
obviously knew his was around a cock, because he was
sucking to end to world on one unit while using his
hand on the other unit to keep it interested. Up and
down, all around, licking the underside of the crown
where everything is that much more sensitive, then
using his hand to jack that cock off while using his
tongue on just the head. Everything he was doing was
for one purpose only – to get Scott and Justin off. He
had even quit jerking his own cock, because he needed
two hands to take the tag team he was dealing with.
Justin was obviously getting into the swing of things,
for his moans and grunts were getting more pronounced,
but Scott was having trouble. Even thought the
situation had gotten very strange in a hurry, and he
normally would not have any reservations about getting
his dick sucked by a guy he hardly knew, this morning
was different. Stalker guy obviously knew how to suck a
dick for maximum effect, and even though on a purely
physical level it did feel very good, his brain was not
into it.
Scott looked down, and all he could see was Ruth-Ann in
between his legs, taking the place of this stranger.
His body was enjoying the Hoover action, but his brain
was trying to detach from the situation and place Ruth-
Ann on his dick instead of this guy. What the fuck was
that all about? He had gotten enough blowjobs from
other guys over the years that having one given to him
freely was nothing new. So why now should he not be
able to stand back and enjoy what was happening here?
Why was this damn girl invading his thoughts so much
that he couldn't even get off in some stranger's mouth?
What the fuck!?
With a violent roar, Scott slapped the hand away that
was wrapped around his dick, and kicked the guy in the
chest, sending him sprawling. The guy still had hold of
Justin's dick with this mouth and other hand, so as he
fell, it pulled Justin off balance, and they both
tumbled to the floor. Apparently Justin's body decided
that exact moment was the best time to start coming,
because Stalker guy was now pinned on the floor under
Justin, with the cock that was still in his hand firing
its load all over his face.
The combination sounds of pleasure, pain, and surprise
was too much for Scott. He pulled up his pants, getting
his underwear tangled somewhere under his balls,
grabbed his bag, and almost broke the door off of the
hinges getting out of the room. Behind him, the sounds
of "What the fuck was that?" gave him little comfort.
Turning the corner, he ran right into both of the
cardio twins, who apparently were heading for the
women's locker room. With his momentum, Scott knocked
both of them over. As they fell, one of the girls
reached up and managed to grab a hold of the top of his
pants as she went down, and of course the pants came
down with her. So now both girls were laying flat on
their backs in the hallway, staring up at Scott's cock
that had not softened at all.
"Holy fuck! Look at that!"
With the mood that he was in, Scott had no desire to
let them do that. All he could think about was getting
out of the gym and on the road. Anywhere was better
than here for trying to sort out the feelings in his
head. Stepping over the still prone girls, Scott made a
beeline for the exit, ignoring the cries of the two
girls imploring him to come back, or at least slow
down. Not a chance. Not right now. He had other things
to deal with, and even though his cock was part of the
problem right now, it was also going to be part of the
solution. Let is stay hard until he got home. It would
probably make him feel better if it did.
* * * * *
Ruth-Ann lay in bed again, floating in and out of
sleep. The pillows were so comfortable, and the bed so
big, that she had gone back to the bedroom with the
intention of laying down and watching TV, but as soon
as she had crawled back in, the bed sucked her in and
made her forget all about the Saturday morning
cartoons. So now she was lying on his side of the bed,
smelling the pillow he used last night, and reliving
all of the ways that they had used each other the night
before.
She was still wearing his shirt from the night before,
but she had it pulled open once again and was slowly
pinching her nipples while she remembered how Scott had
eaten her pussy on the kitchen table the night before.
She could feel that same pussy getting moist again as
she saw herself grabbing Scott by the hair and pulling
his face further into her crotch as she came for the
second time that night. There was something about
getting eaten out on the kitchen table like a dinner
entrée that was strangely exciting for her.
She wondered what it would be like to switch positions,
to have Scott spread eagle on the table and her sitting
in one of the chairs slowly sucking on his cock like a
piece of filet mignon. Would she tease him, forcing him
to lie there and take it? Or would she go at it hard
and fast, getting him quickly to the breaking point,
and then climbing on top to have him come inside her
pussy? She was already on the pill, so getting pregnant
was not an issue, but she was enjoying his come so much
last night that she didn't feel it was necessary to
share that bit of information just yet.
Somewhere in the back of her brain there was
recognition of a door slamming shut somewhere in the
house. The majority of her brain decided to ignore it
since she was already having so much fun fantasizing
and playing with herself. Suddenly she felt a presence
in the room, and opened her eyes enough to see Scott
drop his bag to the floor and begin to kick off his
shoes. For some reason he was not wearing a shirt, but
who cares? She liked him better that way.
"Hey. How are you?"
Scott didn't answer. Instead, he finished kicking off
his shoes, pulled his socks off in two quick movements,
and then ripped his pants and thong off in one quick
motion. Ruth-Ann saw that his cock was already hard,
and the end seemed to be glistening. "What the hell?"
she managed to squeak out through the half open
eyelids.
He obviously wasn't going to waste any time. Scott
climbed on the bed, threw the covers off of Ruth-Ann,
and climbed right on top of her. She felt his mouth on
hers as his hips forced their way in between her
thighs. His kisses were not the gentle nature of the
night before, nor the type of desperation filled
embraces that she had experienced while she was on the
phone. Instead, these almost felt like a combination of
anger and excitement, with a healthy dose of confusion
mixed in.
Almost like he was angry that he was kissing her, but
not quite sure why he was angry in the first place. It
made a very puzzling combination that Ruth-Ann's half-
awake brain was still trying to process when he felt
him inside of her. No warm-up, no pretenses, just his
hard cock sliding into her without asking. It was a
good thing that she had been turned on before he even
got here, or he could have really hurt her.
Ruth-Ann had no idea what was going on here, or why
Scott was acting this way. Her body did know, however,
that she was getting pounded mercilessly by his cock,
and was quickly climbing the hill towards a colossal
orgasm. So rather than ask questions, she decided to
just go with the feeling and sort everything out
afterwards.
His breath on her cheek, the weight of him on her
chest, the way that his hips caused her thighs to
stretch out to make room for him. Everything was on
sensory overload. She could feel him grunting in her
ear, and thought that she could feel his cock beginning
to swell even further inside of her. Sure enough,
another couple of jackhammer strokes, and she could
feel him begin to rise up in order to pull out of her.
As much as she would have liked for him to come in her
mouth again, she wanted even more to feel him come
inside of her.
"Don't pull out! Please! I'm on the pill, it's OK. Come
inside me, please. Please come in me!" Apparently he
was in no mood to argue, because she felt him settle
back down into her, take two more strokes, and then
slam into her with such force she thought her clit was
going to shoot out the top of her head. The first shot
felt like a howitzer cannon going off inside of her.
Even though she had been on the pill for a couple of
years now, she had not let any of the boys that she had
been with come in her before. It was almost like it was
too intimate, and the small chance of her getting
pregnant had been a very useful deterrent for all of
them.
When that first shot hit her cervix, she felt her own
orgasm come crashing down over her. It was different
from anything she had felt before. It was almost like
she had started coming in the exact spot where his
sperm had hit inside of her, and was pulsing out from
there in ever increasing waves. The next shot came, and
she felt his entire body tense up and begin to shake.
She realized that she had her fingers hooked into the
muscles of his back, and could feel every twitch that
his body was taking. It was a good thing that she kept
her nails short, or she would have drawn blood without
ever realizing it.
Three, four, five, six, seven, and finally eight. Ruth-
Ann counted eight shots of sperm that absolutely
flooded her pussy, making her feel more full than she
ever had in her life, even more than the time with the
cucumber. The combination of Scott's come in her, his
cock holding the flood inside of her, and his weight
pressing down on her was as close to heaven on earth as
she had come so far in her eighteen years on the
planet. She wished that she could stay in that exact
position forever, with her legs wrapped around his ass
and her hands slowly stroking his back and hair,
listening to his breathing slowly return to normal.
After way too short a time, she felt Scott raise up
enough that he could disengage from her and roll off to
the side, still trying to catch his breath. Ruth-Ann
felt almost empty without his cock inside of her, and
she knew that if she moved even an inch, all of his
come would begin to drain out of her. For some strange
reason she wanted to keep that part of him inside of
her for a while longer. Not because she wanted to get
pregnant, but because there was a special sort of
connection she felt after that intimate of an act.
Opening her eyes, she turned her head to look at Scott,
flat on his back next to her. She also noticed the
alarm clock on the nightstand. "Is that time on the
clock correct?"
Scott didn't even open his eyes. "Yea. Why?"
"Shit! It's 8:15!" Ruth-Ann almost jumped out of bed as
she said that. "I have to be home in 15 minutes to go
sailing! I'm going to be late! Shit! Where are my
soccer clothes?"
"In the laundry room. Next to the kitchen. Come on."
Scott got up on unsteady legs and led her downstairs,
both of them naked as jaybirds. In the laundry room, he
opened the dryer and pulled out all of her clothes, and
then pulled her shoes off of a rack on the back of the
door. Ruth-Ann could already feel the come sliding out
of her and beginning to ooze down her leg. She quickly
grabbed her white cotton panties and pulled them into
place in order to trap everything inside of her that
she could. Sports bra, shorts, jersey, and shoes with
her socks in her hands. "Where are my keys?"
"They should be in the truck, which should be open.
Ruth-Ann, I..."
She didn't let him get another word out. "I have to go.
I am going to be so late. I will see you on Monday, and
maybe we can get some time alone next week. Bye!" Ruth-
Ann rose up on her toes and planted a kiss right on his
lips. Not an 'I have to have you' type of kiss, but
more of an 'I had fun and let's do it again' kiss.
Leaving him standing in the laundry room, she headed
into the garage and raised the door. There in the
driveway was her Explorer with the keys in the
ignition, just like it was supposed to be. The security
must be really good here if they can leave a car
unlocked with the keys in it overnight with no worries.
AS she turned the truck over, Brittany's new song
"Toxic" was playing on the radio.
With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic
I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t know you that you’re toxic
With the radio turned up loud and Scott's come sliding
out of her pussy into the crotch of her panties, Ruth-
Ann could only smile as she passed the guard at the
gate. "Poison Paradise indeed."
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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