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Ruthann's High School - 5
by Strength + Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)

***

Another day, another chance to avoid temptation.  Too 
bad it is almost impossible to do. (Mg, ped, exh, 1st)

***

PART 5

"Eight.... Nine.... Ten." With a resounding THUD Scott 
let the bar fall back into place on the rack. He and 
his training partner Justin were doing arms this 
morning, which was usually a very enjoyable workout, 
but Scott’s head was not in it, and Justin could tell.

"What the hell’s the matter with you today? It’s not 
like you to be distracted during a workout, but your 
brain looks like it’s a million miles away right now."

"I’m sorry brother. I don’t know what is the matter 
this morning." Which was a boldfaced lie, but that was 
OK. Scott knew exactly what was the matter, but he 
couldn’t tell Justin that he was distracted because of 
the pair of panties that was mixed in with the clothes 
in his gym bag. 

He couldn’t say that instead of biceps and triceps, his 
mind could only picture a gorgeous pair of tits that he 
was never supposed to have seen in the first place. Or 
that the pair of tits had inspired him to get off twice 
the night before, and once again early this morning 
before heading to the gym. No, Justin seemed like a 
pretty open-minded guy most of the time, but Scott 
didn’t know how he would react to the reasons for the 
distraction this morning.

"Well, if you are going to be ready for that contest in 
10 weeks, you had better figure out what the hell is 
the matter, and get it fixed in a hurry. You can’t 
afford to waste workouts like this."

"Yea Justin, I know. Look, I am going to get on the 
treadmill and try to sweat some of this out. Do you 
want to come with, or are you going to keep at this?"

"I think I am going to try and salvage this workout 
with a few more sets of Tri’s. I’ll see you in the 
locker room."

Scott got his gym bag and headed across the club to the 
cardio area. It was unusual for him to lose focus in 
the gym, especially with a contest looming on the 
horizon, but Ruth-Ann was certainly an unusual 
influence on his life. Doing cardio would at least give 
him something positive out of this morning.

While he was power walking on the treadmill, Scott 
tried to think about what had happened, and where this 
was going to go from here. Where this was going to go? 
Was he mad!? This did not need to go anywhere. He had 
fondled and gotten a student off in his office, and 
then dumped his juice in her mouth. 

That alone could get him fired and banned from teaching 
for the rest of his life. Luckily she was already 18, 
so at least it had not been illegal in the eyes of the 
law. But very morally wrong at the same time, and he 
knew that he had to bring an end to it. Now he just had 
to figure out how to end it, and what to do with that 
piece of clothing in his bag that was still haunting 
him.

With his resolve somewhat set, Scott finished his 20 
minutes on the treadmill, and then headed to the locker 
room. Once he had made some sort of decision, his brain 
cleared a little, and he was actually able to build up 
a good sweat and get his blood pumping, which gave him 
somewhat of a feeling of accomplishment. He may not 
have annihilated his arms this morning, but his legs 
felt nice and tight, and he had a decent pump from the 
cardio. So overall not a totally wasted trip today.

Opening the door to the locker room, Scott noticed that 
it was empty as usual. There were not too many people 
that made the gym their home at 6:30 in the morning, 
which is the way he liked it. Most of the members here 
were part of the after work crowd, which Scott avoided 
at all costs. Too many people crammed into one space. 
Scott had an exercise room in his house that provided 
evening cardio options if he felt the need to do that.

Setting his bag down on the bench, Scott quickly 
stripped down and threw his clothes on top of his bag. 
Taking a hot shower and steaming the room up would 
allow him a little bit more time to think about things, 
and how he was going to handle that girl when he saw 
her this morning. Because he knew he could not hide in 
his office. He was always by the front door in the 
mornings, and if he changed his routine, someone would 
notice, especially Stephanie. So it would have to be 
business as usual as much as possible under the 
circumstances.

Scott grabbed a towel off of the counter, and headed 
into the shower room. Going over to the corner, he 
turned on both of the showerheads on the wall, and 
smiled as the steam began to build. Standing in that 
corner, he could get both shower heads going on his 
body at once, which was a close approximation of his 
shower at home. Six shower jets, all coming in from the 
sides. ‘I wonder what Ruth-Ann would look like in my 
shower?’ Just as soon as the thought came into his 
mind, he tensed up and forced it to go away. This girl 
was making life hell for him, and he had to maintain 
control.

After a couple of minutes under the shower, letting the 
steam billow around him, Scott realized that he had 
forgotten his shampoo in his bag. The club provided 
shampoo and soap in dispensers on the wall, but he did 
not like the generic stuff that they used, so he made 
sure to bring his own. Stepping out of the shower room, 
Scott turned the corner while he rubbed the water out 
of his eyes. He reached into his bag to grab the 
shampoo and body wash, and then noticed that the 
underwear that he had just taken off were laying on the 
floor on the other side of the bench. ‘That’s strange,’ 
he thought to himself, ‘ I could have sworn I left them 
under my pants.’

Picking up his jock strap and placing it back on top of 
his bag, Scott headed back into the shower where the 
hot water had made the entire room a steam bath, and 
reduced visibility to almost nothing. A quick wash of 
the hair and body, and then relax under the hot water 
for a couple more minutes before he had to go. Now that 
he was not actively doing anything except standing, 
Scott’s brain began to wander again. 

Thinking back to yesterday morning in his office, with 
Ruth-Ann going from a shy demure student to almost 
taking charge of the situation, and helping him to get 
off. It was almost like she was begging for him to come 
in her mouth, and then showing off for him afterwards 
as she was getting dressed again, and then teasing him 
further by leaving her panties in his office. Her 
panties. He had placed them under his pillow last night 
as a constant reminder, even though as he was doing it 
he knew that he was only making it worse for himself. 

His dreams last night were filled with images of Ruth-
Ann in his office, in his truck, and by the indoor pool 
at the house, each time with her shirt off, bra pulled 
down under those gorgeous tits, on her knees, and 
begging for him to come in her mouth again. He had 
awoken in the morning with another massive hard-on, 
which was impressive considering he had come twice the 
night before, and he was not that young anymore. 

Pulling her panties out from under his pillow, he had 
lain in bed smelling her scent that had soaked into the 
crotch and beating his meat furiously. He had to take a 
quick shower before he left for the gym because of the 
load of cum that he had sprayed all over his crotch 
thinking about watching Ruth-Ann’s face in the mirror 
as she had come the day before.

Without realizing it, Scott was now leaning against the 
wall of the shower room, steam billowing all around 
him, and stroking himself to yet another erection. 
Getting hard five times in a 24 hour period had to be 
some sort of record for him. 

The slamming open of the locker room door brought 
Scott’s mind back in focus, and he realized that being 
discovered jerking off in the shower might be a little 
hard to explain. So he turned off the water, grabbed 
his shampoo in one hand, and his towel in the other. 
Instead of wrapping the towel around his waist, he held 
it in front of his crotch in order to give himself a 
minute to calm down, and not to draw the stares of 
whoever had just walked into the locker room.

Exiting the shower, Scott saw Justin sitting on one of 
the benches taking his shoes off.

"Did you save any hot water for me? It looks like a 
damn sauna in there."

"Yea, I did. With as much as they charge here, they 
should have a boiler buried in the basement."

"Well, if they don’t, maybe you can buy them one."

"Not unless they gave me an ownership stake in the 
place, which would really be more of a headache than it 
is worth. So maybe not this time, but after I retire 
and buy the place, we will see."

Justin just rolled his eyes, stripped off the rest of 
his clothes, and headed for the shower. Scott’s cock 
had finally decided to descend to somewhere around 
half-mast, so it was safe to drop the towel and try to 
get his underwear on. Reaching into his bag, he pulled 
out the red cotton thong he had packed today. ‘Thank 
god for the International Male and Undergear catalogs.’ 
Scott thought to himself. ‘Some of the best underwear 
on the planet.’

After getting his suit on, and making sure his hair 
looked all right, Scott did a final check to make sure 
he had everything he needed on his person, and realized 
he had placed Ruth-Ann’s panties in the inner pocket of 
his suit jacket without even knowing it. ‘This girl is 
going to be the death of me.’ Grabbing his bag, Scott 
headed out of the locker room with a purpose, 
determined to end this before it went any further.

*****

Ruth-Ann was having a difficult time getting dressed 
this morning. It really should not have been that hard, 
because the uniform was mandated at school. She just 
could not decide what underwear to wear that day. She 
knew that it had to be white, and the panties had to be 
cotton, but she was undecided. Because most of her 
white bras were too small, due to her growth spurt over 
the summer, she had bought about half a dozen new white 
bras, and almost twice as many pairs of white panties 
last night. Some of them were matching sets, and some 
she had bought just because they were pretty. 

She had bought everything from high cut briefs to 
string bikinis, but no thongs. For one, she did not 
think that she would be able to get away with a thong 
under her school uniform skirt, and second, she had 
always found them uncomfortable whenever she had tried 
to wear them for any length of time. She knew from the 
internet chat rooms she visited on occasion that boys 
and men for the most part were not picky about the kind 
of panties a woman wore if they knew they might have a 
chance of getting at what was inside the panties. Boys 
were so easy in that regard. Promise them the 
possibility of pussy, and they would go to the moon and 
back for you.

Looking into her underwear drawers again, she knew that 
she had to make up her mind, or she would be late for 
school. She had a separate drawer for her bras and 
panties, which made choosing a little easier. Her mom 
had jokingly called her "The Underwear Queen" about a 
year ago because Ruth-Ann had so much underwear. Since 
that time, Ruth-Ann made sure to do her own laundry so 
that her mom would forget about that. She enjoyed 
shopping for underwear and lingerie – it was almost a 
guilty pleasure for her. 

In the past year since her mother’s comment she had 
really stepped up her shopping, and had almost doubled 
her bra and panty stash. She had counted them all one 
day, and there were around a hundred pairs of panties, 
and almost forty bras, which explained the two full 
drawers needed to hold them all. Ruth-Ann had items in 
her drawers that she had bought and only worn once 
because they were washed, and then had been lost in the 
drawer for months. She liked having underwear for 
almost any mood she was in.

Except for this morning. She was feeling very excited 
about the prospect of getting in to see Mr. Hanson 
again this morning, but also a little apprehensive. 
What if he did not want anything else to happen? What 
it he was having regrets about the other day? He was 
the principal, and her a student, but it had felt so 
good, and so right, that she really was trying not to 
worry about that right now.

"KQRS 95.7 Hot FM, the hottest spot on the dial, 
serving you up the top hits of today and your favorites 
from yesterday. At 7:15, here is your morning 
traffic...."

Shit! She had been so lost in her fantasy; the time had 
gotten away from her. She only had 15 minutes before 
the first bell at school, and she was still standing 
naked in her bedroom. She decided on a white string 
bikini with lace on the front, and a sheer bra that 
supported her well, but was totally see-thru if someone 
stood right in front of her. Getting the rest of her 
uniform on in two minutes flat, she ran a brush through 
her hair one more time, and grabbed her athletics bag 
on the way out of the room. Could she make a ten-minute 
drive in seven minutes? She was about to find out. 

*****

Scott stood at the front door of the school with his 
ever-present cup of coffee. The first bell was getting 
ready to ring, and he still had not seen Ruth-Ann come 
through the door, or even into the parking lot. All of 
the girls that she hung out with were already accounted 
for, so she must be running late. Sure enough, as the 
first bell began to ring, he saw her Explorer turn the 
corner at about 90 miles an hour and pull into the lot. 
She pulled into the last parking spot on the row, and 
then climbed out. 

Reaching back into the passengers seat, she 
unintentionally (he thought) gave Scott a glance at the 
entire back of her thighs up to the bottom of her ass 
cheeks as she pulled her backpack and gym bag out of 
the car. She was hoping that she might be able to sneak 
into school unnoticed, and then think up some excuse 
for her first period teacher, but when she Principal 
Hanson standing at the front door, she knew she was 
busted. Which in a sense, might not be that bad of a 
proposition. It would give her the excuse that she 
needed to get into Scott’s office again.

"Good morning Ms. Miller."

"Good morning Principal Hanson."

"Do you realize that you are late, young lady?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you have a good reason why you are late?"

Should she tell him the truth, that she was late 
because had she spent too long fantasizing about what 
bra and panties would be the biggest turn-on for him? 
It was probably not the best idea to mention that in 
front of the school where anyone could walk by and 
overhear her. "No sir. I just lost track of time this 
morning."

"That is not good Ms. Miller. I want you to come to my 
office during lunch today to discuss your tardiness."

Ruth-Ann felt her nipples go hard as soon as Scott has 
said it. "Yes sir. Should I eat lunch first, and then 
come, or come before I eat?" The smile flashed across 
her face in an instant as she realized the double 
entendre of her words.

The double meaning was not lost on Scott, even though 
he tried his best to not show a reaction of any sort. 
"I think you should come to my office before you go to 
the cafeteria to eat your lunch. Now go on to first 
period, and tell your teacher that I gave you 
permission to come in late."

"Thank you Principal Hanson." Ruth-Ann could not hide 
the smile on her face as she walked away. This day was 
going to be even better than yesterday. Coming to his 
office at the beginning of the lunch period would mean 
that everyone else in the office would be in the 
cafeteria. She assumed that she would just walk in, 
which was fine by her.

*****

The morning was a blur for Scott. He had tried to focus 
on the paperwork that Samantha had for him that day, 
but every time his brain tried to focus on the matter 
at hand, it had kept drifting back to Ruth-Ann, her 
comments that morning, and the pair of panties that he 
still had in the inner pocket of his jacket. He was 
almost thankful when the bell rang for the lunch 
period, and Samantha stuck her head in his office. 

"Time for lunch Scott."

"I am going to eat my lunch in here today Samantha. I 
am not feeling that well, so I will just eat my food 
here at my desk and try to get a few more things done."

"Ok, if you insist. Would you like me to close the 
outer door to the office area?"

"Go ahead and close it, and turn on the buzzer so that 
it goes off if anyone comes in. I don’t want anyone 
sneaking up on me."

"Ok, no problem." Samantha looked at him quizzically 
for a second, and then turned around and walked out of 
the office. Scott heard the door close, and the quiet 
of the building settled around him. The cafeteria was 
on the other side of the school, and with everyone 
eating lunch at the same time; this end of the school 
was pretty well deserted. Which is what he wanted. He 
wanted to have privacy so that he would be able to try 
and end this thing with Ruth-Ann before it went any 
further.

Not one minute later, he heard the front door chime go 
off, indicating someone had just entered the office 
suite. He heard footsteps, and then Ruth-Ann’s head 
poked around the corner of his office.

"Principal Hanson, you said you wanted me to come to 
your office before I ate lunch?"

"Yes, Ms. Miller please come in and take a seat." Scott 
indicated one of the chairs in front of his desk 
instead of the couch where she had sat yesterday. No 
need to make the temptation any greater on himself than 
it already was.

Ruth-Ann sat down and tried to keep herself very still. 
She had been fantasizing all morning about what could 
possibly happen in the office today, and was very 
excited because of all the possibilities that had kept 
running through her head. 

"Ms. Miller, I believe that we have something that we 
need to talk about. I.... You... what we... oh Hell! 
What happened yesterday in this office was wrong for 
both of us, and can not happen again." Scott didn’t 
believe the words at all, even as they were coming out 
of his mouth. So much for conviction.

Ruth-Ann had actually put some thought into the fact 
that Principal Hanson might feel like this. She had not 
come up with a passable way to talk him into thinking 
everything was OK, and had decided that if he came up 
with this argument, she would just show him that what 
had happened then day before was alright, and needed to 
happen again. She suddenly had a burst of inspiration. 
"I understand. Do you mind if I get back what I left 
here yesterday? Just so there is nothing left behind."

"Thank you for your understanding, and also your 
discretion. Here." Scott was actually a little 
disappointed that she had given in so easily. He 
reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the pair of 
panties, then handed them to Ruth-Ann. She took them 
out of his hand, letting her fingers linger on his skin 
for just one second. She began the motion of putting 
them into her backpack, then sat back up and took a 
closer look at them. Even though she did not see what 
she was looking for, pretending she did would hopefully 
be enough.

"What is this on my panties? It is a stain of some 
sort. Principal Hanson, what is this on my panties? And 
why were they in your suit pocket instead of the desk 
drawer where they were left yesterday?" Scott just 
stared at her for a second, not able to formulate an 
answer. He was sure he had not left any cum on the 
panties, but she obviously saw something.

"Principal Hanson, did you cum on my panties last 
night, and then bring them back to school with you? Did 
you use my panties to jerk off last night? Or did you 
rub your penis while you smelled the crotch? Did they 
smell like me? Did you like the smell of me while you 
touched yourself?" Ruth-Ann could not believe that she 
was talking this way, but more than anything right now 
she wanted to feel the way she felt yesterday, and was 
willing to do anything necessary to get it, including 
talking like some of the characters in the stories she 
liked to read on Literotica.com.

Listening to Ruth-Ann talk like that had sent Scott’s 
head into a tailspin. His body was screaming to take 
this little girl and bend her over the back of a chair, 
but there was a small part of his brain that was still 
the Principal of the school that she was attending, and 
would not let go. Ruth-Ann could see that he needed one 
final push over the edge, and knew that she needed to 
give it to him.

"Principal Hanson, I went shopping last night like you 
told me to, and got all new uniform parts that actually 
fit. I think the skirt and shirt are ok, but," Ruth-Ann 
stood up and walked around the desk so that she was 
standing right in front of her Principal. 

"I need to know if this bra and panty are within dress 
code. See; let me unbutton my shirt so you can get a 
good look at my new bra. There. Can you see that it is 
white, like it is supposed to be? I really don’t like 
the plain boring white bras, so I hope that this one is 
not too sheer to be out of dress code. Even though if 
you look at my bra from the front, you can see my 
nipples clearly. I hope that is ok." 

Ruth-Ann ran her fingers across both of her nipples a 
few times to illustrate exactly how sheer the bra was, 
and to prove to herself that they were as hard as they 
felt. Her eyes fluttered a little as the breast 
stimulation sent shockwaves through her whole body.

"So I guess my bra is within dress code now, and 
actually fits. I hope my panties are within dress code 
today. I made sure to wear white cotton like I am 
supposed to instead of the nylon panties I had on 
yesterday. Here, let me pull up my skirt so that you 
can get a better look, and give me approval. I know 
that they are not plain white cotton like most of the 
girls choose to wear here, and I hope that is ok. I 
really can’t stand something that boring some days, so 
today I had to wear these white cotton string bikini’s 
with the lace on the front. Are these OK Principal 
Hanson?" 

Ruth-Ann ran her hand along the front panel of lace on 
her panties, and then dipped it in between her legs for 
a quick feel. As she had hoped, the whole crotch of her 
panties was soaked with her juices, and she was sure 
that Mr. Hanson could see that when she pulled her hand 
away for a second. But just for a second, because the 
sensations were so strong she had to slide her hand 
back into her crotch and push on her clit for a couple 
of seconds in order to try and get some relief from the 
tension that was threatening to split her in half.

She closed her eyes as the pressure on her clit 
intensified, and then tried to stifle a startled scream 
as she felt her feet leave the ground. Scott did not 
have a lot of conviction or self-control going into 
this conversation today, and Ruth-Ann’s display had 
pushed him over the edge in a big way. He grabbed her 
by the waist and lifted her up, putting her ass-down in 
the middle of his desk facing him. It was good that he 
had cleaned off his desk before she came in, because 
now all she was sitting on was wood. 

Ruth-Ann opened her eyes, wondering what the hell just 
happened. She had not expected to go for a flight like 
that, but when Principal Hanson had picked her up, she 
could hardly feel any strain on his part at all. She 
felt his hand on her chest pushing her back so she was 
lying on the desk, and then her skirt was lifted up to 
her waist again. With her feet and knees hanging off 
the end of the desk, she was in a very vulnerable 
position. She had felt like she was in control up to 
that point, but being flat on her back changed that in 
a hurry. A measure of fear crept into her mind, asking 
if she had done the right thing.

That question was answered in a hurry as she felt her 
panties pulled to the side, and then her Principal’s 
face bury itself into her crotch. His lips fastened 
onto her clit for a second, and then his tongue took 
one long lick from the very bottom of her pussy back up 
to the top of her clit, and then sucked on that 
protruding bud once more. With that last clit-suck, 
Ruth-Ann realized she had made the right decision.

Scott’s brain was going a million miles an hour, but he 
was also sure that he had made the right decision. He 
was on the fence when Ms. Miller had walked into his 
office, but after her very exuberant display just now, 
he knew that Ruth-Ann – it was silly not to be on a 
first name basis now – was right in pushing the issue. 
And the issue right now was the glorious pussy that he 
was feasting on. Her nectar flowing out was just mind-
numbingly good. He had tasted his fair share of pussy 
over the years, but never had he tasted one as sweet or 
juicy as the one he had lying on his desk right now. 
The Allman Brothers were right – ‘Eat a Peach’ every 
day.

Ruth-Ann had died and gone to heaven. She felt Scott’s 
tongue flick across her clit, strumming it like a 
guitar string. The fingers of one of his hands were 
sliding into her pussy, and the other hand was trying 
to push up the cups of her bra to get at her tits. She 
decided to help, undoing the clasp at the front between 
her tits that Scott – she assumed they were on a first 
name basis now – had not found yet. 

With the bra cups out of the way, she pinched one of 
her nipples, and covered Scott’s other hand with her 
own that was working the opposite breast. She had been 
rather stimulated before she had even stepped foot in 
the office, and now she was rapidly approaching what 
was sure to be an earth shattering orgasm. She had been 
thinking of getting at Scott’s cock all night, but was 
powerless at the moment to do anything about it.

"Oh fuck yes, eat me! Wrap your tongue around my clit 
and suck on it! God your fingers feel good in my pussy. 
My whole body is screaming for you... Oh fuck, please 
don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! OH 
FUCK!!!!!" Ruth-Ann felt like she was being pulled in a 
thousand different directions at once. Her orgasm 
wasn’t just in her pussy, it was like her whole body 
was coming at once, and it was incredible.

She was still in the thrall of her cum when she felt 
that marvelous tongue leave her clit, and the fingers 
quickly pull out of her pussy. Afraid that they had 
been found out, she opened her eyes and began to sit 
up. Ruth-Ann only got onto her elbows before her eyes 
focused, and she realized Scott had stood up and was in 
the process of unbuckling his belt. The hard-on hidden 
by his suit pants looked absolutely enormous.

"Oh god yes, take that thing out. Let me see that big 
cock again. I want to taste it again. I want to lick 
the head of your cock and feel you shoot your cum in my 
mouth again. Oh please, let me suck your cock again." 
But apparently Scott had other ideas. Dropping his suit 
pants and underwear to the floor, he grabbed Ruth-Ann’s 
legs and pulled them up and apart, holding her at the 
knees. He looked like he was going to slide that 
gorgeous dick inside of her, and Ruth-Ann could not 
think of anything she wanted more in the world than to 
feel that cock inside of her for the first time.

Scott was absolutely out of his mind, and he could have 
cared less at that point. He watched Ruth-Ann reach 
between them and grab hold of his cock, helping to 
guide it into her sopping wet pussy. As the head 
penetrated her moist lips, they both let out a groan in 
unison. It was almost like the union was meant to be. 
As soon as he had a purchase, Scott slammed forward, 
realizing that as wet as she was, subtlety was not 
necessary. She had already gotten off once, and he 
needed to get off quick.

As soon as he shoved himself into her pussy, Ruth-Ann 
started coming again. It was not the earth shattering 
kind of climax like before, but this was more of an 
ongoing cum as his cock thrust inside of her. She felt 
like she was coming constantly as the tempo of his 
thrusts began to quicken. She could tell he was getting 
ready to cum, and could not wait for that to happen 
again. She imagined she would cum again just from 
watching his cock shoot its load for her.

He could feel it coming on like a freight train. Her 
pussy was SO wet, and SO tight, and she was so 
amazingly attractive that his normal control was gone. 
He had to cum, and it was time. One last deep thrust to 
get all of that heat around his cock, and then he had 
to pull out. He watched the first shot of cum land on 
her panties that were still pulled to the side of her 
pussy, and then had to close his eyes and concentrate 
on not screaming out in ecstasy. 

He felt the second shot go somewhere; who knows, who 
cares; and then a warm wetness engulfed the end of his 
cock. He just went with the sensations, letting his 
cock shoot into lord only knows what, and not really 
caring. The orgasm just seemed to go on forever, and he 
felt like he had shot every last bit of sperm that 
might possibly be inside him.

Opening his eyes, he looked down and saw Ruth-Ann still 
sitting on the edge of the desk, but bent over and 
licking the end of his cock, with one hand around the 
shaft trying to milk out the last little bit of sperm. 
She obviously had sat up when he started coming and 
swallowed as much of his load as she could.

Ruth-Ann finished cleaning up Scott’s cock, and then 
sat up on the desk with a smile on her face. "There was 
no need to waste it. Anytime you are ready to come, let 
me know, and I will be happy to let you come in my 
mouth, or come on my tits, and then I can lick your 
sperm off my tits while you watch." That was too much 
yet again for Scott, and he grabbed Ruth-Ann’s hair in 
one hand so he could pull her face to his, allowing 
their lips to meet for the first time. She tasted a bit 
like cherry lip-gloss, but a lot like sperm, which made 
sense.

Ruth-Ann leaned into Scott, enjoying the kiss 
immensely, because for her it signified that there was 
the possibility of this going farther than just sex, 
which she had not even thought about up to this point, 
but seemed like a really good idea now that it was in 
her head. Disengaging herself from Scott, she hurried 
to the private bath and got herself rearranged in about 
thirty seconds flat. Scott was standing in the doorway 
of the bathroom watching her, so she grabbed his tie 
and pulled him down so she could kiss him one more 
time.

"I had fun. I think we should do this again, Scott."

"I had fun too, Ruth-Ann. We need to be careful, but I 
would like to again also."

"I have to go. Bye."

Ruth-Ann grabbed her backpack and hurried out the door, 
just as the bell rang to signify the end of lunch. 

Scott shook his head and smiled. That girl definitely 
had good timing, and he knew that he could trust her to 
keep her mouth shut when necessary. Although he 
imagined that at least one of her close girlfriends 
would hear about it eventually. As long as they could 
keep a secret, and they could find some place besides 
school to get together, everything should be fine. He 
hoped.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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