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Ruthann's High School - 4
by Strength + Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)

***

Everyone plays the same game... sort of. (mf-teens, 
youths, exh, bi, 1st)

***

PART 4

Scott pulled up to the gatehouse of his community, and 
rolled down the window of his truck. Jack, one of the 
security guards for the settlement, walked up and 
shined his flashlight at the front of the windshield, 
looking for the sticker that indicated a resident of 
the property. Scott reached up and turned on the 
overhead light to make Jack's job easier.

"Good evening Mr. Hansen. How was the first day of 
school this year?"

"Evening Jack. Long as usual, but also running very 
smooth already."

"That's good to hear sir. You have a nice night."

"Thank you Jack. You do the same."

Jack moved back into the guardhouse, and flipped the 
switch to open the automatic gate that was the 
beginning of the property. After the gate was fully 
opened, Scott moved the truck back into gear, and eased 
it onto the main road of the exclusive subdivision.

Scott always marveled at the exclusive little enclave 
that he was fortunate enough to live in. Right in the 
middle of the city, but each of the 24 houses in the 
walled community had almost an acre of land to go with 
them. The houses took up an inordinate amount of space 
on their own, and then adding the additional property 
on to each owner's lot made the area feel very 
spacious, even with the city rising over the walls on 
the outside.

Scott had not meant to come to the city five years ago. 
He had been very content working as the principal of a 
rural high school about two hours out of town. Everyone 
in town knew him, and his reputation was flawless. 
However, about six years ago, his eccentric Uncle Buddy 
and Aunt Pearl had been killed on Safari in Ghana when 
their SUV was crushed by a stampeding pack of 
elephants. 

He knew that his Aunt and Uncle were well off because 
of some shrewd business deals in the '80's, but he did 
not know how well until after the funeral, when the 
will was read. Apparently because Scott had been kind 
to the perceived "black sheep" of the family, and had 
visited them anytime they were all in town together, 
his Uncle Buddy had left his entire estate to his 
favorite nephew, which just happened to be Scott. 

Because they traveled so much, the estate consisted of 
the grandiose house that Scott now lived in, a couple 
of cars, a few hundred thousand shares of blue chip 
stocks, and enough cash in the back for neither Scott 
or his unborn children to ever have to work again.

After the expected legal battles over the estate from 
Uncle Buddy's half brother and first wife, Scott took 
control of the house and estate. He decided to move out 
of the small town that he was living in, and move into 
the house that was now his. The first nine months 
living there were a blast: hosting parties in the 
veranda, taking a long overdue trip to Europe, sitting 
on the couch channel surfing all day, etc. But 
eventually, all play and no work makes for a dull boy, 
and Scott found himself restless. 

He enjoyed teaching, and wanted to get back to it. So 
he started looking around, and the job at St. Mary's 
almost was given to him on the first interview. So 
Scott now had a job that he loved, and financial 
worries were a thing of the past. 

He made a big deal out of keeping his wealth a guarded 
secret, for he did not want the parents of the children 
attending St. Mary's to think that just because he was 
in the same social circles as them, that they could get 
special treatment for their daughters. Hence the three 
year old truck with the dent in the tailgate. Image is 
everything, and to the parents at St. Mary's his image 
was salt of the earth intelligent. Which suited Scott 
just fine.

*****

Ruth-Ann and Jennifer pulled into the parking lot of 
the Windy Pines mall, and piled out of their cars. They 
had went ahead and brought Jennifer's car along also, 
because she had to get home at a certain hour, and the 
girls wanted to maximize every second they could on 
their shopping expedition. Ruth-Ann had changed into a 
comfortable pair of wind pants and a white stretch top. 
If you looked close enough, you could see the pattern 
of the lace on the black bra she was wearing 
underneath. 

Ruth-Ann knew that usually a black bra under a tight 
white shirt was a fashion faux pas, but she had been on 
a sexual high all day, and was in the mood to show off. 
She also knew that when she bent down the matching 
black lace panties would ride out of the back of her 
wind pants, hopefully teasing anyone who was lucky 
enough to get a glimpse. Jennifer had put her school 
uniform back on, so the first priority was to hit the 
Gap so Jenn didn't have to wear those clothes any 
longer than necessary.

Moving through the mall, the girls noticed that 
business was a little slow, even for a weeknight. 
Walking into the Gap, they realized that they were the 
only ones in the store, and the only person working 
right then was a VERY cute boy behind the register. He 
did not look familiar, but could not have been more 
than 18 or 19.

"Ruth-Ann, what do you think about this pair of jeans?" 
Jennifer was holding up a pair of hip huggers with a 
very large belt attached already to them.

"If they fit you, I bet they would look great. Let's 
see if there is a shirt around here that would go with 
that."

As the girls wandered through the racks, there were 
very aware of the cashier's eyes boring holes into 
them. Apparently it had been a slow evening, and seeing 
two gorgeous girls enter his store was the best thing 
to happen to the poor fellow all day. Ruth-Ann felt it, 
and at one point walked up to Jennifer with her back to 
the counter, and did a real obvious "Are you watching 
him?" look over her shoulder. Jenn nodded her head, and 
a smile spread over her face, as if some deliciously 
wicked plan had just been hatched in her head.

After Jennifer had a pair of jeans and a couple of 
shirts picked out, the girls headed back to the 
changing room area. The cashier met them at the doors, 
and asked if she wanted to try those things on.

"Oh yea, I do." Jennifer said as sweetly as possible. 
"Is there a room back here big enough for both of us to 
use?"

"Well, we have a handicap accessible room, but I am not 
supposed to let just anyone in there."

"Oh, please? I would appreciate it so very much if you 
would let us in there for a few minutes." Jennifer bent 
over as she cooed at the boy, and made sure her arms 
pushed her breasts out at him.

"Well, uh… I guess it won't hurt since no one else is 
here."

"Great. Thanks a lot!"

Ruth-Ann was wondering what was up the entire time. She 
and Jennifer could have fit into one of the regular 
changing rooms together just fine. Why did they need 
the handicap accessible one on the end of the row?

The boy unlocked the room, and then stepped back as 
Jennifer almost pushed Ruth-Ann into the room, and then 
followed her inside. Jenn kept hold of the door handle 
as the boy walked back to the counter, and then let it 
go, and let the door swing open part ways. When the 
door stopped, Ruth-Ann discovered why Jennifer had 
insisted on the room at the end of the hall. She could 
look in the mirror, and see the boy at the counter 
through the cracked door, which meant that he could 
also look in the mirror and see into the room where 
Jennifer was already unbuttoning her shirt.

"What are you doing? You are going to tease that boy to 
death, Jenn. It's a good thing he is far enough away 
that he can't hear what we are saying."

"To death? My dear, I have not yet begun to tease. I 
feel wonderful tonight, and I want to play. Now you 
better make sure you are ready when I need your help."

Opening her uniform shirt, Jennifer peeled it off, and 
hung it on the hook attached to the back of the door, 
making sure to linger long enough facing the open door 
for the now sweating cashier boy to get a good look at 
her bra-encased breasts. She then turned around and 
grabbed one of the shirts off of the hanger. 

Easing it onto her athletic frame, she made sure to 
take an inordinate amount of time to pull the shirt 
over her head, get it into place, and then tug and pull 
at it constantly as if trying to get it to lay right on 
her body, and fit right across her breasts, which meant 
lots of tugging at the material across her chest, and 
lots of playing with her breasts at the same time.

Ruth-Ann just sat back on the bench and laughed to 
herself. She knew that Jennifer was adventurous, but 
she had not struck her as the teasing type who would 
get off on torturing clerks at the mall. Although so 
far it was a hell of a good time.

Jennifer messed with the first shirt for a while 
longer, and then pulled it off and slung it over the 
top of the door. She then took the second shirt off the 
hanger and went through the same routine again: slowly 
pull it on, mess with the fabric for a while, making 
sure to pay close attention to the area over her 
breasts, and then pulling it off again. 

Standing there in her skirt and bra, Jenn then 
unbuttoned her skirt and turned toward the mirror, 
making sure that the sales clerk got an eyeful of her 
panty covered ass as she bent over to pick up the 
skirt. She slipped into the hip huggers that Ruth-Ann 
had liked, turned her backside to the mirror, and then 
immediately turned back around and unsnapped the jeans.

"Are you ready to do your part girl?"

Ruth-Ann had been engrossed in the show that Jenn had 
been putting on, and took a second to refocus. "I 
guess. What do I need to do?"

"Go out there, and get the clerk to find a matching bra 
and thong for me. Tell him that I don't want any panty 
lines under these jeans. As soon as you say the word 
'panty' to him, the hard on that I hope he has already 
should get even more painful in his khakis. I will wait 
here."

Ruth-Ann looked at her friend for a second, realized 
that she was serious, and then stood up. "You are a 
crazy bitch, and I love it. Stay here, I'll be right 
back."

*****

Samantha Jones finished pouring the half-cup of bath 
salts in the steaming tub, and went back into the 
bedroom to get her fireplace lighter. Once all the 
votive candles in the bathroom were lit, she eased 
herself into the oversized tub, enjoying her body's 
shocked reaction to the heat contained within. She did 
not allow herself many luxuries, but a hot bath at 
night in her whirlpool tub was one of them that 
Samantha was convinced that she could not live without. 

One of the things that had sold her on the condo when 
she bought it was the large bathroom, with the 
oversized Jacuzzi tub. The town home was about 2000 
square feet, and a full quarter of it had to be this 
one bathroom. The tub could easily hold two people, and 
a couple of times since she moved in it had, but she 
loved to be able to stretch out and just relax. The 
candles were another weakness, but since her sister was 
the manager of a candle outlet store, Samantha made 
sure to stay stocked up.

As Samantha relaxed in the tub, her brain kept 
replaying the strange events of the morning. She knew 
going into work this morning that she was still turned 
on from fantasies about Scott over the weekend, and was 
sure that was where her little verbal goof had come 
from. But was that reoccurring fantasy making her read 
more into the Ruth-Ann Miller situation that was really 
there. 

On the outside, it seemed a simple matter of a student 
being out of dress code, and Principal Hansen choosing 
to handle it himself instead of sending the student to 
Mrs. Franklin. But why shut the door to his office all 
the way? And what about that split second look on his 
face as the door shut, like he was the cat with the 
proverbial canary? When the door opened again 10 
minutes later, and Ms. Miller practically bounced out 
of the office, which was not the normal behavior of a 
student who had just been chastised by Scott. He may be 
sweet most of the time, but could also deliver a 
dressing down to make a drill sergeant proud. And why 
didn't her boss come out his office for another half 
hour?

Too many questions, not enough answers. But with her 
brain going on overdrive, and the warm water 
surrounding her, Stephanie knew what she wanted to have 
happened in that office. She wanted that student to 
have sat on the couch where Scott could look up her 
dress. She loved the idea of her boss trying to give a 
stern warning about the dress code while looking at the 
crotch of this girl's panties. 

Maybe he had gotten hard while talking to Ruth-Ann. 
Maybe he was secretly touching himself while scolding 
the young girl, who was still old enough to know 
better. Maybe after the girl left, Scott had spent the 
time in his office touching himself thinking about that 
white cotton crotch staring at him as he tried to be an 
authority figure. Maybe the little girl had gotten him 
so excited that he had to go into his private bathroom 
and close the door so that he could beat off in peace.

Without realizing it, Stephanie had been taking the 
bubbles from the tub and rubbing them into her 
prodigious breasts, so now her nipples were nice and 
hard. Her crotch was already warm from the bath, but 
thinking about her boss beating his meat in his office 
had gotten Stephanie definitely in the mood for more 
than just thoughts. Sitting up a little, she reached 
over and opened the wooden box next to the whirlpool 
controls, pulling out a 7 inch purple dildo that she 
affectionately called 'Joey'. She had gotten herself 
turned on thinking about Scott and that senior girl, 
and had to do something about it.

*****

Walking into the kitchen from the garage, Scott all but 
tossed his briefcase and food cooler on the table, and 
immediately headed upstairs. He had faintly smelled 
dinner that his housekeeper had left warm in the oven, 
but that was of little concern right now. His 
overriding goal was to get up to his bedroom and 
further explore the pair of white nylon bikinis that 
were burning a hole in his pant's pocket. 

The rest of his day after that first period was a haze 
of distraction. He had tried to get some work done, but 
every five seconds his brain went back to the pair of 
panties in his desk drawer, and the circumstances that 
had gotten them there in the first place. 

A couple of times he had been tempted to take them out 
and explore them further, but knew that the chance of 
someone walking into his office unannounced was to 
great, and shutting his office door was very out of 
character for him while he was in there alone. So he 
suffered through the day as best he could, and when the 
paperwork was finally done about 6:30, he had 
practically bounced out of the office and headed home. 
Thank goodness it was only about a 20minute drive, even 
with traffic. 

Opening the bedroom door, Scott flopped down on the 
bed, kicked off his boots, and pulled that wonderful 
piece of cloth out of his pocket. Putting it up to his 
face, he noticed that the crotch of the panties had 
dried, but the aroma of a very excited teenager was 
still overpowering. 

Scott breathed in that nectar of the gods, and felt his 
cock expand as he inhaled. There was not much in the 
world that was more exciting to Scott that the smell of 
a woman in sexual heat, and having a pair of panties in 
his possession with that evidence was the next best 
thing to having that young vixen with him in the flesh. 

Quickly unzipping his slacks, Scott took the nylon 
panties and reached down into his Calvin Klein 
underwear, wrapping them around his now turgid cock and 
giving himself some much needed attention. He was so 
hard, and so turned on that Scott knew trying to take 
it slow was worthless. Maybe later, but right now, with 
the memory of Ruth-Ann burning in his head, and her 
panties in his hand, Scott needed to come, and come 
hard. 

Kicking his pants off, and pulling his Calvins down 
until they were tucked under his balls, Scott put the 
panties down on the pillow next to him long enough to 
reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out his 
stashed bottle of baby oil. Pouring a healthy amount 
into his right hand, Scott coated his cock in the slick 
goodness, and grabbed the piece of nylon with his left 
hand, holding it up to his face again. It always felt 
wonderful, that first stroke on his hard cock after 
coating it with baby oil, and tonight was no exception.

****

Ruth-Ann noticed the clerk's hands fly back to the top 
of the counter as she stepped out of the room, and his 
face flush about three shades darker than it had been.

"Where is your underwear?" She hoped that he could 
still understand English in his excited state.

"Uh… over there." He said, pointing to a far corner of 
the store.

"Could you show me? I need to find a matching bra and 
thong for my friend. She doesn't want any panty lines 
under those jeans."

Noticing his obvious hesitancy, Ruth-Ann laid the 
pressure on even thicker. "Come on, no one else is in 
the store. Help me pick out a pair of panties and a 
matching bra for my friend."

Visibly sweating, the clerk came around the counter, 
and quickly headed for the appropriate corner. Ruth-Ann 
was able to get a good look at his crotch as he went 
past, and his hard on was obvious, pointing down the 
leg of his khaki's like he was wearing a pair of 
boxers, and it was trapped in that position. She 
followed the clerk to the corner, noticing that even 
though he was on the skinny side, he did have a nice 
rounded butt on him.

Getting to the corner, the clerk tried not to turn and 
face Ruth-Ann as he pointed to the wall and said, "Here 
are all of our underwear."

"Well, she needs a thong under those jeans, and a bra 
to match. What would you suggest?"

As the clerk fumbled with trying to formulate a 
response, Ruth-Ann turned her head and looked back at 
the changing rooms for a second. Jennifer was leaning 
out of the room with a shit eating grin on her face, 
and one hand squeezing a nipple through her bra as she 
watched Ruth-Ann in action.

"Uh… I know that a lot of girls buy this one right 
here."

Ruth-Ann looked at where the boy was pointing, at a 
rather cute thong set in purple nylon. "No, I don't 
think so. Do you have anything in cotton? Cotton 
absorbs wetness better, you know." Where the boy's mind 
was at this point, she was sure that he had connected 
her last comment to the concept of an excited pussy, 
which is exactly what she wanted.

After a very long pause, "Down on the bottom rack." 
managed to escape from the boy's lips. Ruth-Ann saw the 
ones that he was referring to, and kneeled down right 
in front of the boy to get a closer look. As she 
squatted, she felt her wind pants slide down her ass, 
and her black lace panties show above the waistline. As 
was hoped, her now whipped clerk was staring at the 
panties on Ruth-Ann, not seeing her looking at his face 
in the mirror. Ruth-Ann found a size 6 panty, and 34b 
bra that matched, and then took her time standing back 
up.

"I think that this should work. Thanks for your help."


"Uh… no problem. Happy to help."

"Don't go to far," yelled Jennifer from the changing 
room. "I may need an opinion about the pants after I 
get them on."

Ruth-Ann headed back to the dressing room, making sure 
to leave the door open again so that their smitten 
clerk could make sure and get an eyeful once again. 
Maybe they could make him come in his pants before this 
whole game was over. Jennifer took the bra and panty 
from Ruth-Ann and whispered, "That was awesome what you 
did. Let's see if we can blow his mind now. "

Jennifer quickly shucked her white bra and panties, 
standing buck naked in the dressing room for a second 
before taking the new bra and panty off the hangers and 
putting them on. Ruth-Ann had resumed her spot on the 
bench watching Jennifer, but was now so turned on that 
she could not stop from sliding her left hand into her 
pants and beginning to rub her pussy under the black 
lace covering she had chosen. For the third time today, 
she was so wet her fingers slid right into her youthful 
crevice, making a small sucking sound as they went in.

The boy, who was still standing over by the lingerie 
wall, came walking over to stand in the changing area. 
Jennifer walked over to the mirror in the hallway, and 
began the twisting routine again. "Can you see my 
panties through these jeans?"

"No, not at all."

"How about when I bend over? Can you see then?" 
Jennifer then bent at the waist, practically shoving 
her ass up against the boys very erect cock, and giving 
it a little wiggle for good measure. Her male admirer 
groaned out load, and managed to get out, "No, you 
still can't see them."

"Good. That's what I wanted."

Jennifer walked back into the changing room, giving 
Ruth-Ann a wicked grin, and not even making an effort 
to close the door this time.

*****

As Samantha began to work the rubber dildo inside of 
her, she imagined her boss standing over the sink in 
his private bath, stroking that cock of his thinking 
about that damn senior girl who had just been in his 
office. Stephanie secretly wished that it were her he 
was beating his meat over. Or better yet, letting HER 
jerk him off, even if he was thinking of Ruth-Ann when 
she was doing it. She was just daring enough, and 
secure enough in her position at the school, that if 
Scott had called her into his office one day and asked 
her to service him, she would have very little 
hesitation about doing it. 

The thought of closing the office door on the pretense 
of a meeting between the two of them, and then kneeling 
between his spread legs and using her mouth and tongue 
to get him off was incredibly exciting to Stephanie. 
She pounded the dildo into her pussy harder as she 
thought of that cock that she had only imagined before 
sliding down her throat, and feeling those heavy balls 
all full of cum being squeezed by her hands as that 
glorious cock pulsed in her mouth.

Bracing her feet and shoulders on the sides of the tub, 
Stephanie arched her pussy out of the water, and 
slammed 'Joey' into her pussy even faster. Pinching one 
nipple with her free hand, she tried to imagine her 
boss's cock firing its load of come into her mouth. 

Maybe she would take it all into her throat and 
swallow, showing him how much she appreciated being 
able to take his seed into her mouth. Or maybe he was 
more of a visual stimulus kind of person, and would 
like to see his cum shoot all over her tits as she got 
him off. With the private bath there, it would be easy 
for her to take off her blouse and bra, and jerk him 
off between her large breasts, then clean up in the 
bathroom. 

As Stephanie wondered if she would have the nerve to do 
something like that, and the mental picture of her tits 
wrapped around Scott's cock collided in her head, she 
felt her orgasm coming on like a freight train. As she 
imagined Principal Hansen's cock pulsing in her throat 
as he came, her pussy exploded, sending shock waves 
through her entire body. 

The ferocity of the orgasm surprised her, and she 
thrashed in the tub, pumping her dildo and rubbing her 
clit for all she was forth, trying to stretch those 
insane feelings as long as possible. Finally her orgasm 
subsided, and she slumped back into the warm water, 
amazed at the intensity of her self-induced come, and 
scared that her fantasy had felt so real.

Looking over the side of the tub, she saw that the 
floor of the bathroom was now a small lake thanks to 
her thrashing around just a minute ago. As the clock on 
the counter flashed 7:30pm at her, she decided a light 
dinner and early bed would be good for her. She was 
still turned on, but didn't know if she could handle 
coming that hard twice in one night.

*****

Lying on his bed, stroking his cock slick with baby 
oil, Scott could already feel the cum boiling in his 
balls. The mental image of Ruth-Ann on her knees, with 
his cock shooting off in her mouth, and his cum flowing 
out the sides of her mouth to drip down on those 
fuckin' amazing breasts was all he could think about. 
After he had come, he was ready to go again 
immediately, but knew that was too risky a proposition. 
Still, he had gotten to finger to orgasm the prettiest 
senior in the school, and had come in her mouth, at her 
insistence. Jerk off fantasies did not get any better 
than that.

Beating his meat harder, Scott brought his left hand 
back up to his face, and smelled Ruth-Ann's panties 
again. The smell of her excitement was intoxicating, 
and at this point overwhelming. Taking one more strong 
inhalation, Scott felt his cock spasm, and decided 
there was no reason to prolong the inevitable. With the 
picture of Ruth-Ann's cum soaked breasts in his mind's 
eye.

Scott let go and felt his cock pulse as the first jet 
of cum rocketed out of the shaft. He felt it splash 
against his chin as the next round lifted off from his 
cock. Seven times his cock jerked, and seven times 
Scott screamed out in absolute ecstasy. This girl had 
gotten to him big time, and his cock was thanking him 
by giving him the type of orgasm that people pass out 
from.

Holding the tension as long as he could, Scott finally 
collapsed onto the bed, breathing like he had just run 
a marathon. Looking down at himself, he realized that 
he had a trail of cum that started under his chin, 
traced down his shirt and tie, and ended in his crotch, 
where a puddle was beginning to form. A brief flash of 
Ruth-Ann walking through the bedroom door and cleaning 
his crotch with his tongue went through his brain, and 
he quickly banished the thought. 

He was still mighty turned on, but knew that if he came 
again tonight, he might not wake up in the morning. 
Rolling over, Scott placed Ruth-Ann's panties 
underneath his pillow, and then glanced at the clock. 
7:30pm. Time enough to take a shower, eat the dinner 
that his housekeeper had left, and get to bed early. 
Lord knows he would need it after that session.

****

Jennifer quickly peeled off the pair of jeans, and then 
grabbed Ruth-Ann's free arm. "Fuck I am turned on. Come 
here."

Jennifer literally pulled Ruth-Ann to her feet with one 
hand, using the other to grab hold of her wind pants 
and panties at the same time, pulling both of them to 
her knees. As she pulled Ruth-Ann's head to hers and 
planted a big kiss on her open mouth, Jennifer took her 
free hand and shoved it into Ruth-Ann's pussy. Since 
Ruth-Ann had been fingering herself for a couple of 
minutes at that point, her pussy was more that ready to 
go. With their tongues dueling inside each other's 
mouths, Ruth-Ann decided to return the favor, and 
pulled aside the new thong Jennifer had so she could 
gain access to her pussy as well.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye after a moment, 
Jennifer noticed the stock boy still standing outside 
the room, frozen in place by the scene in front of him. 
She noticed the wet spot on the leg of his pants, and 
decided to give the boy something for being such a good 
sport this while time. Breaking her kiss with Ruth-Ann 
for a second, she turned to the boy and simply said, 
"Come here, now."

Of course the boy was going to obey her. When two women 
are standing in front of you fingering each other, and 
one tells you to come over there, you obey. When then 
boy got close enough, Jennifer told him to take off his 
pants and boxers, which he did in record time.

Very nice, thought Jennifer, not too large, but 
definitely a handful. Jennifer reached out with her 
free hand, wrapped it around the cashier's cock, and 
began to forcefully stroke the shaft. Not one to be 
left out, Ruth-Ann wrapped her fist around the head of 
his cock, and began a corkscrew motion that she had 
read about in Cosmo magazine. It was supposed to feel 
really good for the guy, and judging from his reaction, 
it did.

After about 20 seconds of concentrated effort, all 
three teens felt their orgasms rising. Ruth-Ann and 
Jennifer felt each other's pussies tighten up, and both 
girls felt the boy's cock swell in their hands. One 
more good stroke from both of them, and the boy 
exploded. Ruth-Ann moved her hand a little so that his 
hot come shot on both of their legs and thighs as he 
did his best to quietly grunt his was through what was 
obviously a killer orgasm. 

Feeling the hot cum on her leg set Ruth-Ann off, and 
feeling Ruth-Ann begin to come set Jennifer off. So for 
god knows how long, all three of them stood in that 
dressing room experiencing a mutual orgasm that could 
not have been timed any better.

After the feelings began to subside, and reality 
started to waft back into their consciousness, everyone 
began to move. The boy pulled up his boxers and pants, 
and then collapsed on a chair in the hallway, not even 
bothering to button his khakis back up. 

Ruth-Ann used one of the store shirts to wipe the boy's 
come off of her thigh, then pulled her pants and 
panties back up, basking in the afterglow as she 
watched Jennifer wipe herself off, then pull on the new 
pants and the other shirt from the store that was not 
sticky. Sliding her shoes back on, Jennifer grabbed her 
uniform and school underwear, then stopped in front of 
the boy as she walked out of the room.

"You don't mind, do you?"

With a wave of his arm, the cashier gave a positive 
response, and then slumped back in the chair.

"Thanks." Jennifer stood there for a second, then 
reached into her pile of uniform, pulled out her white 
cotton school panties, and stuffed them down the front 
of the boy's boxers.

"A souvenir. Thanks again."

Ruth-Ann followed Jennifer to the front counter, where 
Jenn took the little tool available, and popped the 
security tags off the jeans and shirt she was wearing. 
Stuffing her uniform into a shopping back, Jenn started 
out of the store, with Ruth-Ann close behind.

As they passed out the door, Ruth-Ann happened to 
glance at a clock on the wall. 7:30pm. It had been an 
absolute crazy day, so thank goodness she had a couple 
of hours before bed to relax and go over everything 
that had happened today to her. Lots of firsts in her 
life, and none that she would soon forget.

To be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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