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Ruthann's High School - 1
by Strength + Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)

***

It's the first day of the new year at St. Mary's 
Catholic School, and everyone gets off to an 
interesting start. (MFF, 1st, bi, rom, school)

***

PART 1

Pull into his assigned space at the front of the 
school, turn off the engine, and climb out of the 
truck. Don't forget to get the briefcase out of the 
back seat - he always seemed to forget that for some 
reason. But not today. Today was the first day of the 
fall school term at St. Mary's Catholic School for 
Young Ladies, and Principal Hanson always liked the 
first day of the fall term. 

All of the girls were coming back from the summer 
break, eager to see their friends again, but hating 
that they had to see them there at school. Also hating 
the fact that they had to go from their summer uniforms 
of short shorts and tank tops to their school uniforms 
of green plaid skirts and white button down shirts. 

Principal Hanson stood next to the open door of his 
truck and laughed inside as he watched the girls being 
dropped off in the front drive, obviously not happy 
about the uniform, but resigned to their fate. No 
busses here at St. Mary's; the tuition at the private 
school assured that all of the young ladies would be 
dropped out of Lexus and BMW's in the morning, mostly 
by a parent on the way to some corporate job downtown, 
or even at times by a driver who's sole job it was to 
ensure that the young daughter of some rich business 
person was dropped off at school, and then picked up at 
the proper time. Lots of money represented at this 
school.

Oh well, time to start the day. Principal Hanson locked 
his truck, and then started walking up the front 
sidewalk to get into the building. As he went along, he 
made sure and say hello to the students that he saw, 
and also the parents that he recognized. After being 
principal of the school for five years, and having only 
200 students in the entire school, Principal Hanson 
prided himself on knowing the names of most all the 
girls in the school, and also of their parents. 

He made it a point to have his office staff take 
pictures of all the new 9th grade girls who started 
every fall, and then give him the pictures with names 
on the back so that he could sit in his office when it 
was slow and try to put names with faces. Usually he 
could learn the new girls within a couple of weeks, 
which made it easier to control discipline problems 
when he could call a student by name.

Walking into his office suite, Principal Hanson noticed 
that Samantha Jones, his primary secretary, was already 
in this morning, and already had the coffee pot working 
overtime. Ms. Jones enjoyed the beginning of the new 
term almost as much as Scott did. She had been with him 
for 5 years now, as long as he had been in charge at 
St. Mary's, and she was a godsend. She kept him on top 
of everything that he needed to know or do, and 
deflected everything else away from him so that he did 
not have to worry about it. 

It also helped that she was only a couple of years 
older than he was, and had what he considered a 
fantastic body - healthy, with a bit of meat on her 
bones. Large breasts, good-sized hips and ass, and 
broad shoulders. Principal Hanson had rearranged the 
outer office a couple of years ago so that the file 
cabinets were directly opposite his door, so that 
anytime Samantha had to get something out of the bottom 
of the file cabinet, he could watch her bend over and 
get a chance to appreciate her ass and the invariable 
panty line that appeared in her skirts.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Sir, right away."

As Scott walked away, Samantha went back and sat down 
in her chair for a second. She COULD NOT BELIEVE that 
she had made a verbal slip like that. Especially in 
front of her boss. Sure, she had always thought that he 
was devilishly attractive, and even at times had worn 
certain pieces of clothing because she had seen how he 
had started at her breasts in a certain shirt, or at 
her ass in a certain pair of pants when he thought that 
she was not aware. 

She thought that he had a thing for lingerie, so she 
had gotten in the habit the last couple of years of 
wearing very lacy bras under white shirts whenever she 
could get away with it, just to watch his eyes struggle 
to keep looking her in the face when he was talking to 
her. She also was bold enough one day toward the end of 
the spring term to wear a pair a pair of slacks that 
she knew looked fine on her when she was standing up, 
but would gap a great deal in the back when she 
squatted down. 

She intentionally wore a white lace thong under those 
pants, and then at one point during the day, when she 
knew Principal Hanson was looking, she went to the file 
cabinet and squatted down in front of the bottom drawer 
pretending to look for something. When she heard the 
file folder drop out of Scott's hand and hit the floor, 
that was all the confirmation she needed. She went home 
that evening and rubbed herself to a very delicious 
orgasm imagining her boss sitting at his desk with a 
hard-on because of the show that she was putting on for 
him.

She had not really put much more thought into her boss 
until the end of last week, when they finished up the 
end of the teacher in-service week with a picnic lunch 
out on the athletic field. Principal Hanson had changed 
from the business clothes that he was wearing that 
morning into a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. 

It was obvious that Scott had put on some muscle since 
the last time that he wore those shorts, because they 
were just tight enough around his legs and across his 
ass to not be obscene, but to definitely leave little 
to the imagination. She had spent the rest of the 
weekend having the reoccurring urge to kneel in from of 
her boss and run her hands all over those strong thighs 
and ass, watching what she figured had to be a rather 
sizeable cock grow and expand before her eyes in the 
shorts. She still had that fantasy floating around in 
her head this morning on the drive in, so that must 
have been where her little verbal faux pas must have 
come from.

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

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

"Ms. Jones, are you feeling alright?"

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

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

"Yes sir."

As Ms. Jones went back into the office suite, Scott 
trained his eyes back to the front entrance of the 
building. He had always enjoyed watching the students 
coming in the building first thing in the morning, for 
a variety of reasons. He liked to see who was part of 
what group at that time, and which group of students 
would have to be watched a little more closely. He 
liked being able to say hello to the young ladies, and 
even spend a minute or two talking to them there in the 
hallway. 

He wanted the students to feel comfortable talking to 
him, even if he was a man. But most of all, he liked 
being able to look at the girls in their uniforms as 
they walked into his school. When he was hired as 
principal of St. Mary's five years ago, he was hired to 
bring some order back to the school. 

The previous principal had let things get very lax at 
the school, and even though it was a private school 
with exorbitant tuition, there were a number of 
discipline problems, and the teacher attrition rate was 
way too high. So, one of the first chances that he made 
in the school of 200 teenage girls was to institute the 
dress code: white button down shirt, green plaid skirt 
at the knee, white knee socks, and black loafers. 

It was also understood because of the shirts that the 
young ladies would wear white bras underneath them, and 
white panties to match. He had hired a female etiquette 
teacher whose job it was to talk to the young ladies 
when they broke the unwritten rule about the bras and 
panties. Besides, all of these girls came from a 
privileged background of some sort, and needed to learn 
that in high society, women always wore white bras 
under white shirts, and their bras and panties always 
matched. 

At least, that is what they were teaching at St. Mary's 
under his watch, whether the rest of society agreed 
with it or not. Principal Hanson had initiated that 
unwritten rule, and all the teachers were on board.

Back to the matter at hand, Scott refocused his 
attention on the door, and the students that were still 
coming in the door. Suddenly, there she was. He had 
been looking for her the entire time that he had been 
standing in the door. Ruth-Ann Miller. She was a 
midyear transfer last year. Her family was in the oil 
business, and had been transferred to the city back in 
February. 

She had joined St. Mary's at that point as a Junior, 
and was a Senior this year. Normally girls that had not 
been part of the St. Mary's clan for all four years had 
a hard time fitting in or being accepted, but Ruth-Ann 
had been taken in almost immediately. Scott did not 
know what it was about her, but she set his blood 
boiling, especially since he knew that she had turned 
18 over the summer. 

Her family had spent a year traveling through Europe 
when she was younger, and she did not attend school, so 
subsequently she was a year older than most of the 
other seniors at St. Mary’s. There had been other 
students in the past that he had fantasized about in 
his office with the door closed, but Ruth-Ann was 
different. She had something about her that just would 
not let his brain go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ms. Jones? My name is Olivia Martinez. My schedule 
says that I am your office aide for first period." 
Olivia shifted from one foot to the other as she stood 
in front of Ms. Jones desk. She was so excited she 
could hardly contain herself. Ever since Principal 
Hanson had taken over the school, it was considered a 
major coup for a senior girl to be chosen as an office 
aide. 

That meant that for an entire semester, that lucky girl 
got to be around Principal Hanson for an entire hour 
every day. The general opinion with most girls around 
the school was that their principal was a serious hunk 
whose physical attributes were discussed almost every 
day in the locker room and hallways between classes. 
More than one girl at St. Mary's had given herself her 
first orgasm thinking about her hunky principal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Ruth-Ann sat in a chair in the outer office, she was 
excited and scared all at the same time. She was glad 
that she got to spend some time with her hunky 
principal, but had no idea why she had been called in 
the first place. When she had been called into the 
office, it had triggered a memory from the spring that 
she thought had gone away. 

She had been involved in the faculty student volleyball 
game at the end of the spring semester, and of course 
Principal Hanson had played in the game. He had worn 
the same uniform that the student team wore in games, 
so Ruth-Ann was very distracted along with the rest of 
the girls from looking at Scott in his black spandex 
shorts and white sleeveless shirt. Watching the muscles 
in his arms move, and looking at every contour of his 
ass in the shorts had gotten Ruth-Ann rather turned on 
by the end of the game. And apparently it had gotten to 
Ruth-Ann's best friend on the team, Jennifer, as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued?

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