Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 06

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 thoughtwhat 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. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. 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.”