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After the first two days of the week, and the constant wonderful distraction that Ruth- Ann had provided, he was very behind on his paperwork, and needed a couple of days to play catch-up with everything. So now it was Friday afternoon, and almost the end of the first week of school. Usually on Fridays he tried to get out rather quickly after the last bell rang, but he was debating today. After school today was the first game of the season for the girl's soccer team, and even though he had never gone to a game before, he thought that it might be time to start attending. Not because Ruth-Ann was on the team, and he really had not seen much of her the last three days, but because he was truly interested in soccer. (yea, right) Lost in thought about Ruth-Ann in soccer shorts, the last bell of the day crept up on Scott, and almost scarred him to death. Stephanie peeked her head into the office, already wearing her sweater and holding her purse. "Mr. Hansen, I am meeting some friends for choir practice, so is it ok if I go ahead and leave?" 'Choir practice' - teacher code for happy hour at the local watering hole, which still amused Scott every time he heard it. God forbid any of the students realize that teachers had a life outside of the school. "Did you get the attendance report and no-show list done for the week?" "Yes sir, they are sitting in your in box waiting for approval." "And the supply requests were all ordered?" "Office Depot will be delivering them Monday morning." Scott thought for a second, half in seriousness, half joking just to keep Stephanie on her toes. "I guess that is it for this week. Make sure and sing some Mexican Folk Songs for me at practice." "Yes sir, I will see you Monday. Don't stay too late." "Not to worry. I have a little bit left to do, and then I think I am going to go watch the girls first soccer game of the season. As the principal I should be more supportive of the extra-curricular activities of our young ladies." Scott hoped he had put a sufficient amount of sincerity in that statement to not make her think twice about it. Apparently it was truthful enough, or else Stephanie was intent of making it to the cantina, because she did not even blink an eye. "I think you will enjoy it sir. Our girls are rather good, even better than the team that went to the state tournament last year. That Ruth- Ann Miller is a pretty ferocious scorer at times." "I guess I will find out. Have fun, and I will see you on Monday." "Bye sir." Stephanie walked out of the door, and once again Scott could hear the sound in the hallway as the students cleaned out their lockers and headed home for the weekend. Five more minutes of computer work, half a dozen more forms to sign, and he was done. Everything in the Out box for Stephanie on Monday, and Scott was ready to go. He decided to take his briefcase out to the truck before heading out to the multipurpose field that today was hosting soccer. He thought about changing clothes before he went and sat outside for two hours, but the suit that he had on was light weight enough that he should be ok, and he could always take off the suit jacket, and still look professional. ***** The last bell of the day finally rang. Thank god. Ruth- Ann was anxious to get to the locker room and start stretching for the game today. She had been ready for soccer season to start again all summer, and it was finally here. She expected most everyone to be somewhat winded today, but with her and Jennifer keeping up their running over the summer, they should be able to run circles around everyone else. The game would be fun for that reason alone. And they were facing Holy Trinity from across town, which made it even better. St. Mary's had knocked Holy Trinity out of the state tournament last year, so Ruth-Ann imagined that their opponents would be looking for a measure of revenge this afternoon. In the locker room, the entire team had assembled, with everyone in various stages of readiness. Julie, their goalie, was in the corner by her locker already dressed and it appeared ready to go. Bethany was sitting on the bench in her uniform taping her ankles. She was very anal about how her ankles were taped before a game, and decided that it was just easier for her to do it herself instead of trying to teach one of the student trainers how she wanted it done. Samantha was standing in the corner talking on her cell phone naked as the day she was born. Ruth-Ann thought that Samantha had a definite distaste for clothing of any type, because she was always the first to get undressed, and the last to be ready to take the field. Not that it was a bad thing. Sam was very good looking, and had a body built for endurance running, long and lean all over. She just also had no problem being naked, and the rest of the team had accepted her little quirk by this point. Ruth-Ann set her soccer bag down by her locker, and headed for the bathroom. Slipping into the stall next to the end of the row, she shut the door and sat down. She noticed a foot peeking out from the stall next to the wall, and watched the foot as the toes began to curl up and flex themselves. Sitting very still and quiet, she could hear what almost sounded like a whimper coming from next door. "Jenn, is that you? Are you ok?" No answer for a second, then "Ruth-Ann, is that you?" She had to struggle just to hear her. It was Jenn, but she sounded like she was having an asthma attack she was so out of breath. "Yea, it's me. Are you ok?" "Ssshhhh! Yea, I'm ok. Sorry." "Are you sure? You sound out of breath." "Is anyone else here?" Ruth-Ann listened for a second. "No, no one. Everyone is in the other room getting ready. Which we should be doing also." Another pause. "Ok, come here." "Come over there. Are you sure you are ok?" "Yea, come here." If anything, Jennifer's breathing was getting worse, and Ruth-Ann was truly worried. She pulled her panties back up and stepped out of the stall. Still no one else in this room of the locker area, so Ruth-Ann pushed on the door of the stall Jennifer was in. She expected to see her friend slumped over with an inhaler trying to breath. Instead, she was greeted with the sight of Jennifer leaning back on the toilet with her shorts and panties shoved to her knees. One hand was buried inside her pussy, and the other was squeezing a breast through her sports bra. That would explain the shortness of breath, thought Ruth-Ann. Without saying a word, Jennifer reached up with the hand that had formerly been pinching her nipple and grabbed the front of Ruth-Ann's shirt, pulling her face down and planting one of the most intense kisses on her lips that Ruth-Ann had ever felt. As soon as their lips touched, Ruth-Ann could feel Jennifer begin to cum through their wrestling tongues. The orgasm lasted for a good 20 seconds before Jenn let go of her and slumped back against the wall. "Just what the hell was that about?" Ruth-Ann half whispered, half shouted the statement. Her brain still had not caught up with what had just happened. "I'm sorry. This is the first time that I have anyone come in here before a game while I was in here." "So why the hell did you ask me to come over here? Why not just wait until I left, of even better, wait until you got home after the game?" "Look, I had a summer league coach last year that noticed I was always over excited before a game, and would have trouble managing my energy so that I had something left at the end of the game, and not tire out too quickly. We tried lots of different things, but nothing worked. She finally recommended, not officially of course, that I try getting myself off once before a game, to see if that would calm me down enough to make a difference. And it did. That first game after I did it, I scored the winning goal in the 89th minute, which proved I had energy to spare. So now I try to do it before every game." "So again, why the hell did you call me over here, and not just wait until I left?" Jennifer smiled real big as she started to pull her panties up. "Because you sexy bitch, I was thinking about you and I in the shower earlier this week in order to get off, and having you show up when I was fantasizing about you was just too perfect. No reason not to include you and make it that much more fun. I hope you don't mind." The Cheshire cat grin on Jenn's face was hard to ignore. "No, I don't think that I mind, but you need to be careful with some of the girls on the team. They might not be as understanding. Or their parents would not be so understanding." "No, probably not. So I guess it is our dirty little secret. Come on, we have a game to win, and are running out of time to get ready. I'll tape your ankles if you do mine." "Deal. Lets get going before the rest of the team wonders if we fell in." ***** The image of a soccer dad flashed through Scott's head, which was kind of amusing considering that he did not have any kids. Although, if you looked at it from an educational point of view, he had 200 daughters that all depended on him for guidance and leadership. So he was the surrogate dad for a lot of girls. Wearing the suit was a mistake. As soon as he had set his chair and cooler of food down on the sideline, he had parents, true soccer moms, coming up to him and wanting to talk. They wanted to ask how their daughter was doing in this class or that one, or try to finagle some sort of privilege for their little angel. Just because someone's parents could afford to send their daughter to St. Mary's did not automatically make them an angel. Far from it. Some of the girls were just downright nasty, but they were kept in line by the faculty and the other students who realized that a calm school benefited everyone. But most of the parents wanted to just come up and thank him for the fine job that they thought he was doing. Which was always nice to hear. Stroking the ego was nice to have happen every once in a while. There really were not many opportunities for the parents of established students to meet the principal in an informal setting. Scott made a mental note to look at scheduling something along those lines later on in the school year. Perfect weather for soccer. Not too hot, a little overcast, and very little wind. Scott hoped that it was a good game. If he was going to become a fan of soccer, at least the games could be a little exciting. And it was. The first half of the game was about evenly matched, with both teams covering the entire field, and having a couple of chances each, but no goals scored. Scott was watching the entire game, but also was paying close attention to Ruth-Ann every time she was on the field. It was obvious that she had kept herself in shape over the summer, because as the game wore on, she and one other girl on the St. Mary's team were starting to do all the attacking, and subsequently all the goal scoring. Ruth-Ann scored the first goal about half way through the second half, and this other girl, whose name Scott could not remember, scored another two goals in quick succession. So going into the last ten minutes of the game, St. Mary's was ahead 3-0. Then the skies opened up. As the game had gone on, the sky had gotten progressively darker, and the wind had begun to pick up. With five minutes to go, Mother Nature decided that the game had gone on long enough, and dumped a monsoon on the playing field. All of the spectators, including Scott, headed for the dry safety of the field house while the game continued. Since there were only five minutes left, and no lightning in the area, the officials let the game finish out. St. Mary's ended up winning 3-0, which Scott witnessed from the cover of the field house. He watched the girls run for the locker room as the last whistle blew, and took the time to congratulate the coach on winning the first game of the season, who in turn thanked Scott for coming out to the game. Scott worked his was back through the school to the parking lot side, and then sprinted the last 20 yards through the rain to his truck. Of course he was soaked by the time he made it inside, but that was ok. Time to head home, take a hot shower, and relax with a movie for a while before heading to bed. He and Justin were supposed to work legs in the morning, and he wanted to be well rested for that. Driving home, Scott had the reoccurring image of Ruth- Ann running up and down the field going through his head. She had been impressive today, scoring a goal, handling the ball well, and even seemed to do a couple of take down tackles on some opponents to strip them of the ball. What was even better than that mental picture, however, was the image of her running past him into the locker room after the game was over. She was soaked, and her legs were covered with mud. Her shirt had become see thru in the rain, and Scott had watched as her chest had bounced in her sports bra as she had run toward him. Even when she was dirty and sweaty, he still thought she was the most attractive woman he had ever laid eyes on. It had been three days since they had last seen each other, and Scott's cock was letting him know that was unacceptable. Just thinking of her running in the rain was giving him a hard on, which was very distracting while trying to drive in this tsunami that had come out of nowhere. Scott finally made it into his garage, where mercifully it was dry. He stripped off his suit right there in the door – no reason to track water into the house – and walked into the kitchen wearing his undershirt and red cotton thong. Whatever the maid had left in the oven smelled really good, but right now the first priority was getting out of the rest of his clothes and taking a hot shower. His 6th meal of the day could wait another 15 minutes. After a quick rinse n' cleanse, Scott was enjoying his ample supply of hot water and his shower massage when he heard the phone ring. What the hell? Who is calling me now? The shower and the phone battled for a few more rings, and then the shower won out, as Scott decided to let the machine get it. If it was important enough, whoever was calling would leave a message, and he could call them back in a minute. No reason to waste a perfectly good shower with a trip across the bedroom to try and get the phone. Just when Scott reached the point when his skin would begin to prune from the exposure, he turned off the water and stepped out of the glass enclosure. Drying off and pulling on a terry cloth robe, he plodded downstairs to the study where the answering machine was. Surprisingly, there was a blinking light indicating a message had been left. Push play, and... "Mr. Hansen, this is Jack at the front gate. I have a rather wet young lady here who is claiming to be your niece, although she has no ID on her, and she walked up to the gate. If you would call me back and let me know what I should do with her, I would appreciate it." "What the hell?" Scott wondered aloud. His niece? As far as he knew, he did not have any nieces or nephews to speak of, so who would be trying to get into their gated community here claiming to be his niece? He was sufficiently curious to go and find out who this intruder really was. "Jack, this is Scott Hansen. I will be back down at the gate in a couple of minutes to pick up my niece. Tell her to stay put." "Yes sir, I have her in the booth with me now." Scott threw a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of sandals to go back out in the rain. He hoped that he would not have to get out of the truck to take care of whoever this person was, but just in case he took an umbrella with him. Back in the truck, Scott pulled up to the door of the guard booth, which thankfully had an overhang that kept the rain out when Scott rolled down his window. "Hello again Jack. Where is she?" "Right here sir." Jack moved out of the way to show the inside of the guard hut. There in a chair was Ruth-Ann with a blanket around her shoulders, looking for all the world like a drowned rat. Scott understood now why someone was claiming to be his niece. If she had told the guard that she was a student at St. Mary's, Jack never would have let her in. Claiming to be his niece was a plausible enough story that Jack would have to check it out. "Come here." Scott motioned Ruth-Ann to come closer to the truck. She pulled off the blanket, and still wearing her soccer uniform, came up to the drivers' side of the truck. "Come on around and get in." Scott unlocked the passenger's door for her, and she dashed around the front of the truck so she could climb in out of the rain. When she got in, Scott rolled up the driver's side window, motioning for Jack to hold on a second. "Ok, what in the world are you doing here, and on foot to boot?" She was trying to be brave, but Ruth-Ann could feel the tears beginning to well up inside of her already. Her words came out in a rush, like she could not wait to get it over with. "I saw you at the game and afterward wanted to talk to you, so I hurried out of the locker room hoping to catch you, and ran all the way to the parking lot in the rain, but you were already on your way out of the lot, so I hurried up and followed you, I don't know why I followed you, I just did, I wanted to talk to you, to see you, so I followed you because no one knows where you live, and I was watching, and I saw you turn in here, then a gust of wind came up, and the road was slick, and my Explorer slid off the road into the ditch, and it was muddy, and I couldn't get it unstuck, and I didn't know what to do, I couldn't call Dad for help because he would want to know what I was doing over on this side of town, and I couldn't think of a good reason, and the only other thing I could think of was getting your help, so I walked down the road in the rain, and left my backpack and purse in the car, and all I could think of was to say I was your niece so the guard would at least call you, and I am cold, and soaked, and my car is in the ditch, and... and... and... BLAH!" Scott's first reaction to Ruth-Ann's soliloquy was that her statement had to be the longest run-on sentence in the history of recorded speech. But he quickly realized that instead of laughing at her, he should probably figure out what to do to help. He rolled down the window of the truck again, where Jack was still waiting patiently. "I am going to take her to the house. There should be a wrecker coming up here in a little while with a white Explorer on the back. Let him in, and make sure he knows to place the vehicle in my driveway." "Yes sir. Is your niece going to be all right?" "Yes Jack, she will be. She just needs a hot shower and some dry clothes." "OK sir. I will let the wrecker in when they arrive." "Thanks Jack." Scott rolled up the window and executed a three-point turn to head back towards the house. He looked over at Ruth-Ann, and she seemed to have gotten her verbal explosion over with, and now was just looking very forlorn. Scott knew that bringing her into his house was taking things a lot further than just meeting at school, but at the moment she needed a warm shower and dry clothes before she got sick. Ruth-Ann felt like a fool. She had gotten herself into quite a mess right now, all because she did not think things through enough to realize that following her Principal home might not be the best idea. But now she was stuck with it, and would have to fix things somehow. She had been feeling very turned on and sexy when she left the school, but now all she felt was humiliation. She wanted to get out of here as quick as she could. Scott pulled into the garage, and parked the truck. He got out, and motioned for Ruth-Ann to come with him. She followed him into the house, noticing his suit sitting by the door, and also noticing that she was dripping on the tile kitchen floor. Scott must have taken his wet suit off before heading into the house earlier. The practicality of that surprised her. She took off her soccer cleats and put them outside the door so she would not track mud into the kitchen. Might was well be practical also. Standing in the kitchen freezing, she watched him pick up the phone and dial someone. "Who are you calling?!" If he was calling her parents she was sunk. Scott held up a finger to make her hold on. "May I speak to John Hodges please? ... John? Scott Hansen. Fine, how are you? Great. Look, I need a favor. Yea, I know the weather is crap, and there is too much accident business to go around, but help me out.... Great. On Cherry Miller Road going north, before you get to my enclave, there should be a White Ford Explorer in the ditch there. I need you to get it out, and bring it to my house. The guard at the gate knows you are coming. Yea, just drop it in the driveway. Yes, drop it gently. I'll come by tomorrow and pay you then. Because I am going to be busy in the house, that's why. Thanks John, I appreciate it. See you tomorrow." Scott hung up the phone and looked at Ruth-Ann. "Well, I guess the first priority is to get you out of those wet clothes, and taking a warm shower to make sure you don't catch cold. Sound good to you?" Ruth-Ann could only nod at that point. "Ok, follow me." Scott led her upstairs to the master suite, and took her through to the bathroom. She was still dripping on the carpet, but it would dry. Scott reached in and turned on the hot water in the shower, turning it pretty quickly into a steam bath once again. He moved away from the door, and motioned for Ruth-Ann to get in. She just stood there looking at the floor. "Are you planning on getting in wearing your soccer uniform?" Ruth-Ann was feeling very low right about then, and even though she had been intimate with Scott twice already that week, she was not in the mood to just strip down in front of him. They were not casual enough for that yet, and she definitely was not feeling sexy right at the moment, what with her legs caked with mud and her clothes soaked right through. "Would you mind turning around while I climb in? Or going into the bedroom?" "Why?" "Because I asked you to, that's why!" Ruth-Ann put her head down. That statement had come out with more force than she intended. Scott thought about it for a second, realized that it was probably best to indulge her at this point, and turned around, away from the main vanity mirror. As luck would have it, he had left the door to his closet open, and the mirror on the back of that door, that he was now facing, provided him with a side view of Ruth- Ann. She apparently decided that it was safe to disrobe, because she quickly shucked off her uniform shirt and sports bra in one motion. Those glorious breasts that Scott had been thinking about all week came into view, and his cock immediately began to wake up at the sight, especially since he had not gotten off since Tuesday night. She bent over to pull off her socks and shin guards, allowing her tits to hang down. Scott didn't know how she did not pitch forward from the extra weight, or how they did not seem to get in the way of trying to pull her socks off. He guessed that if you had carried them around every day for a number of years, then you would eventually get used to them. Ruth-Ann stood back up and pulled her shorts, spandex, and panties off in one big pile. She was obviously in a hurry to get in the shower. "Alright," she called as she closed the shower door behind her, "you can turn around now." Scott turned back around, picked her clothes up off the floor, and hung them all over the towel rack. He noticed that her panties were again a white cotton string bikini, and his cock woke up a little more. He had always had a thing about panties, and lingerie in general, but there was something about the underwear that this girl wore that was just driving him nuts. He quickly put them over the towel rack to keep his cock from filling out any more. Going into the closet, he pulled a pair of shorts with an elastic waistband out of the drawer, and grabbed a t-shirt that was snug on him, and hopefully would not swallow her. "I put out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for you to wear when you get out of the shower. I didn't figure that you wanted to put this wet stuff back on after you got clean. I am going downstairs to eat, come on down to the kitchen when you are finished." On second thought, Scott took all of her wet clothes with him. She might want to wear her soccer uniform home, and he might as well throw it into the dryer so that it would at least be wearable. It might be a little hard to explain where she got the too-big clothes if she wore his stuff home. For Ruth-Ann's part, she could not have cared less at that point. This shower was by far the biggest she had ever seen in her life, much less used. The jets coming in from the side as well as the top meant her entire body was getting drenched in warm water all at once, and it felt heavenly. She was still feeling a little self-conscious about screwing things up this evening, but thought that it might just be ok. It was almost like the stress of the last hour was melting off of her with the water, leaving her clean and ready to face the world again. And her world, her reality, was now that she was in Scott's shower, in his bedroom, in his house, and he had left her alone up here, showing much more trust than she would have if the situation was reversed. Although, if she was going to steal something from up here, where would she hide it? She only had the clothes on her back, which she didn't even have now. They were in the dryer at the moment, and she was left with Scott's clothes. She wondered if they would smell like him. There was something about the smell of him that had invaded her thoughts the last couple of days. Granted, she had not fully figured out what it was, but the two times that they had been together at this point, she had caught just a faint trace of the soap, cologne, and what ever else that made up HIS smell. It was already something that she looked forward to being around again. The shower was heavenly to her, and she wished that she could stay here all night, but she also knew that Scott would wonder why she was still upstairs. Besides, her car was being pulled out of the ditch and dropped off, so she could get her clothes and get out of here. She was feeling better, but did not know if Scott wanted her around this evening, and she was not sure if it was a good idea for her to be here any longer than she had too. She already had to try and explain to her parents why she was late, VERY late getting home from her soccer game. Might as well not make it any harder on herself. Turning off the water, Ruth-Ann opened the glass door to the shower and watched the steam billow out and cover the ceiling. It really was like being in a sauna. She saw the towel that Scott had laid out, right next to the shorts and t-shirt he had mentioned. Grabbing the towel, she started to dry her hair when she noticed that he had left the closet door open. 'I wonder,' she thought to herself. Still rubbing her hair, Ruth-Ann walked over to the closet and peeked inside. Everything was organized so well, she had to guess that someone else besides Scott took the time to clean the closet. She wondered if he had a maid that came in and cleaned for him. With the size of the house, and the community it was in, she didn't doubt now that he could afford it. Right now she had more important things on her mind. She looked a little closer, and saw them in the corner. He had three clothes hampers, and actually had them organized, one for darks, one for lights, and it looked like one for dry cleaning. Again she wondered if he took the time to organize his clothes like that, or if his maid picked up after him and organized them for her own use. Ruth-Ann walked over to the dry cleaning hamper that was half full of suit pants and dress shirts. She picked up the white dress shirt that was on top, and brought it up to her face. Inhaling deeply, she could smell him on it. Nothing overpowering, but the total combination of that unique Scott scent was present. She had a brief flashback in the shower about a commercial she saw years ago. She didn't remember what they were selling, but the woman in the ad had rolled out of bed, and apparently was missing her man. She went through his closet and started putting on one of his business suits. The lady got as far as his shirt, tie, and hat before the phone rang, and of course it was her man on the line. Her response was something like, "Oh nothing, just thinking about you." Ruth-Ann had always thought that was pretty cool, so even though it was a gamble, she toweled herself off, and then put Scott's dress shirt from the previous day on. She buttoned it up, and rolled up the sleeves since they came down way past her hands. The shirt reached almost to her knees, and when she wrapped the towel around her hair, she looked in the mirror, and decided that she definitely was working the 'sexy just out of the shower' look. She was starting to feel sexy again, so why not? Walking out of the bathroom, she briefly thought about putting on the shorts Scott had left under his shirt, but realized that she could be modest enough with just the shirt if she had to. Hopefully she wouldn't have to be that modest. Scott turned around as he heard Ruth-Ann come down the stairs. When she turned the corner into the kitchen, he had to hide the double take he did. He had intentionally left out a pair of shorts and a shirt that were dark colored because he knew that she would not have on anything underneath it, and was trying to limit the temptation. She had been through a lot this evening, and didn't want to press the issue. But Ruth-Ann apparently had other ideas, because she was wearing one of his wrinkled dress shirts with a towel wrapped around her head like a turban. It would just figure that the overhead light made the shirt transparent, so he could see her nipples clearly through the front of the shirt. Scott felt his cock twitch again, so it was a good thing he was facing away from the door. He still had not put any underwear on, and he felt his cock begin to peek out the leg of his shorts. "The maid left dinner, so I made you a plate if you are hungry." "Actually, I think I am. What am I having?" "Spiced turkey breast, low fat Romano potatoes, and steamed broccoli." "Sounds good. I think I will eat." Ruth-Ann sat down at the table and dug in. She was hungrier than she originally thought, and the food was very good. It was also nice to get confirmation that Scott did have a maid who cooked in addition to cleaning. Ruth-Ann concentrated on eating for a couple of minutes, but was stealing glances at Scott while she was enjoying dinner. It seemed like Scott was trying not to let her notice he was staring, but it was pretty obvious his eyes were glued to her chest. She imagined that the white shirt was a little see through with the bright overhead light, and felt her nipples get hard knowing that Scott was trying to nonchalantly stare at her tits. She wondered if he was starting to get hard again, or if he was keeping that much control of himself. They both jumped when they heard the whine of a winch in the driveway. Scott went to look out the door, and announced that her Explorer had just been dropped off, and looked like it was ok. Dirty, but ok. Damn! Thought Ruth-Ann. That means that now I have no reason to stay here past dinner. I better think of one. Might as well take the easy road. "Do you mind if I use your phone real quick?" "Uh, sure. Who are you calling?" "Don't worry." Ruth-Ann walked over to the counter where the cordless was sitting in the cradle. She quickly dialed her home number. "Hey Mom. Yea, I'm ok. Yes, I was careful driving in the rain. I am going to spend the night over at Jennifer's house. No, I could make it home; I just want to hang out over here. I know we are going sailing tomorrow; I will be home by nine so we can leave on time. Ok, 8:30. Love you too Mom. Bye." Scott was watching Ruth-Ann while she was talking to her mother, and whether unconsciously or intentionally, she had bent over and leaned on the counter while talking, and Scott was suddenly staring at the back of her hamstrings and at a faint trace of hair between her legs peeking out from under his shirt. Talk about a sight to drive a man to distraction. Ruth-Ann hung up the phone and them immediately called another number. "Hey Jenn, it's Ruth-Ann. Yea, the weather sucks. Yea, we killed 'em today. Hey, shut up for a second. I need a favor. If anyone calls, which I don't think they will, but if they do, I am spending the night over there." "You what? Are you coming over here?" Jennifer didn't think it was like Ruth-Ann to just invite herself to do something. "No. I just need you to cover for me." The idea of lying to her parents and getting her best friend to cover for her, especially for this reason, was terribly exciting to Ruth-Ann. It definitely warranted a squeeze of her nipple, just to confirm that her body agreed with what she was getting ready to do. "Cover for you? What the hell are you doing, and why wasn't I invited?" "Look, don't worry about it. Will you cover for me or not?" "Not until you tell me what the hell you are doing." Ruth-Ann was getting too turned on to argue much more. "Alright, fine bitch. I am spending the night with someone, and my parents don't need to know who." Jennifer felt her pussy start to get moist. Thank god she was on her cell phone in her room. It was easy to slide a hand inside her shorts and begin to stroke herself. "You are spending the night with a boy. You bitch. You didn't tell me you were seeing anyone. Who is it? Or is it someone you just met, you one night stand slut." Ruth-Ann's hand was now massaging her nipple in earnest, making it harder to hold an intelligent conversation. "Look, maybe I'll tell you later. Please just cover for me tonight. I will owe you big time. I need you to do this for AAAGGGHHHH!" Scott had been watching Ruth-Ann talk on the phone for the last minute, begging her friend to help her lie while at the same time teasing a nipple through his shirt. Watching that ass and pussy bounce as she pleaded for help was too much. He had gotten up, and was now kneeling behind Ruth-Ann on the tile floor. She had screamed as his mouth had come in contact with her pussy from behind. He remembered how glorious her pussy had tasted just a few days ago, and wanted a return engagement. "Ruth-Ann, are you ok? What the hell just happened?" Jennifer had genuine concern in her voice. "Nothing... I'm ok... really... oh FUCK!" Ruth-Ann felt his tongue flicking her clit like a guitar string, and it took her breath away. "What the hell is going on girl? Are you sure you are ok?" Jennifer was getting ready to jump in her car and dash over there, although she had no idea where over there was. Wherever Ruth-Ann was calling from had caller ID blocker, so she couldn't trace the number. Scott pulled his mouth away from heaven for a second and whispered, "Tell her. Tell her what is going on." Ruth-Ann looked back over her shoulder as Scott's face disappeared back between her legs. She thought that she had heard him right. She was supposed to give Jennifer a play by play right now. Since both of them had made her cum that week, she thought what the hell, might as well involve both of them at the same time. "I am leaning over the counter without any pants on, and he just came up behind me and started eating my pussy. And FUCK girl, is he ever good at eating pussy!" Jennifer's fingers started to double time strum her clit. "He is eating you out right now? While you are on the phone?" "Oh yea, it feels SO good. I want to turn over and lay down, but he is holding me by my hips to keep me in place. God his tongue is good inside of me. I never thought that having my pussy eaten could feel this good." Ruth-Ann unbuttoned the top three buttons of his dress shirt so she could reach in with her free hand and work on her nipples in earnest. "God, he is fucking me with his tongue. In and out, oh YEA! FUCK ME WITH THAT TONGUE! Oh, don't stop. Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Oh fuck Jenn; he's licking my asshole. He pulled my ass apart and is licking my asshole. Dirty perverted bastard. Oh fuck, he is licking my ass and fucking me with his hand. Oh god I'm going to come! Gonna come... gonna come... oh make me come! Please make me come! Don't tease me any more, make me come." Jennifer had ripped her shorts off, and was now sprawled out on the bed with her legs spread wide and her favorite dildo sliding in and out of her liquid pussy. She considered herself a bit of an adventuresome soul, and even a slut with the right person, but this was by far the nastiest, sluttiest, most exciting thing she had ever been a part of, let alone even heard of. "Is he still licking your ass?" "Fuck yes, make me come you bastard. Quit teasing me and MAKE ME COME! Oh I am so close. Please don't stop. Don't stop... don't... don't... NO!" Ruth-Ann felt the hands and tongue pull off at the same time, leaving her teetering on the edge, able to go either way. "What are you doing?" Ruth-Ann turned around to see Scott rise above her ass, and felt the head of his cock brush her clit. "Of fuck yea, give it to me. Give me that cock again. I haven't had it in too long. Give it to me. Shove it home, yea, YEA!" As soon as his cock buried itself inside of her, Ruth- Ann began to cum. It rolled over her in waves. Not gentle Lake Michigan waves, but the waves she had seen in Cozymel last year when they were stuck on the island and got to ride out a hurricane at the resort. Large angry white cap waves that pounded the beach mercilessly. Every time Scott's cock pounded into her pussy, she felt another hurricane wave wash over her. It was almost like she was coming on every stroke. Scott's hands on her hips pulled her back against him time and time again, almost like he was using her to jerk off instead of thrusting into her. The feeling of power radiating through his hands into her body was intoxicating. Jennifer was about to come herself. "Is he fucking you?" Ruth-Ann tried to speak, but dropped the phone onto the counter so she could put both hands down and brace herself better. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh god, he feels amazing inside of me. I can't... can't... can't stop... can't stop Cumming. Fuck me harder. Come on, come for me. Come for me you bastard. Come all over me. You love my tits so much; I want you to come on them. Come on my tits. Get yourself off on my big fuckin' tits!" Once again, this amazing woman had driven Scott to sensory overload. He felt his cock swell inside of her, and pulled out to make sure he wouldn't come in her. When he took a step back, Ruth-Ann spun around, dropped to her knees, and with one fierce tug ripped the rest of the buttons open on his shirt, exposing her perfect tits to his eyes. "Come on, jerk that cock off. Spray your come all over my tits. They are waiting for you. I want your come on my tits. Oh YEA!" Ruth-Ann knew that part of her was playing up things a bit for Jennifer, who she hoped could still hear her through the phone line, but it was also very liberating to be able to talk like this and have someone respond so enthusiastically as Scott seemed to do. The first shot of come rocketed out of Scott's cock, hitting Ruth-Ann square in the middle of her throat. She reached down and pushed her tits up at Scott as he jerked his cock off. She had never seen a man jerk off before, and now kneeling on the floor watching Scott jerk off and come all over her tits was an image that she was sure would come up pretty much every time she touched herself for the rest of her life. The next shot out of that gorgeous cock landed right in the valley that she had created with her tits. "Oh yea, shoot that cum all over me. Coat my tits with it. Make my tits sticky with all that wonderful juice." Jennifer was losing her mind. She was trying to concentrate so she wouldn't miss anything, but cumming constantly was very distracting. She could only imagine Ruth-Ann on her knees begging some guy to shoot his come on her. The mental picture alone would have made her come, but getting to hear the audio track also was blowing her mind. Scott shot the last of his load, and then opened his eyes to look down. Ruth-Ann had a pool of his come sitting in between her breasts. She looked up at him, and then began to rub her tits together, spreading her come everywhere. Still looking at him, she pulled one nipple up to her mouth, licking his sperm off of her tit, moaning in what sounded like excited satisfaction. She repeated the process with the other tit, making sure to get everything with her tongue that she could, and then using her fingers to gather the rest into her mouth. "No reason to waste it," she said. Scott could have sworn that he had heard that exact statement before. He reached over her head and turned off the phone. Jennifer had been witness to enough fun for one evening. Standing suddenly seemed like an over rated concept, so Scott arched back up, and then gently collapsed to the floor, shorts still around his ankles. Ruth-Ann finished cleaning her tits off, and then crawled across the floor to lay her head on Scott's chest. As he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, they both thought at the same time that it would be a cruel fate for someone to come along and wake them up, bringing reality back into their little world. For the time being, their version of reality would work just fine. To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 43