Ruth-Ann High School Ch. 08

The next few days passed by as a blur for Ruth-Ann. She had called Jennifer on her way home from Scott's place, making sure that she was up on the story and would be able to cover for her if Ruth-Ann's parents decided to do some double checking. Her parents were usually good about trusting their daughter, but sometimes they got a wild hair up their ass about things. Now would NOT be a good time to encourage that type of exploration.

The sailing trip was uneventful. There was another couple, the Franklins, who came along for the day. They were alright company, but were mainly for her parent's conversational benefit, which was fine. It gave Ruth-Ann time to put on her tanning suit and head all the way to the bow of the boat where she could get some sun. Luckily her brother was competing in a video game tournament of all things today, so he was at that with a couple of his friends, which meant he was not on the boat to harass her when he got bored. That fact promised a day with lots of sun, music on the IPod, and plenty of time to think. Ruth-Ann needed the time to start working through everything that had happened this past week. She not only had one, but two new lovers, and that made for a lot of confusion.

Monday finally came, which was both a blessing and a curse. School gave Ruth-Ann something else to think about, but both of her new partners would be there, and she would have to see them. She really DID want to see them, but at the same time it was easier to deal with things when the situation was not staring you in the face all the time. 'Be careful what you wish for, because you may just get it.' No shit! Jennifer was upset because Ruth-Ann had not wanted to come over on Sunday and give her all of the juicy details. She imagined Jenn lying on her bed touching herself trying to fill in the many holes in the story so far, which was a nice visual, but still overwhelming to seriously think about.

So now Monday was staring her in the face, and like it or not, she had to get to school. She couldn't fake being sick to avoid everyone, and she really wanted to go to soccer practice today, so up and out of bed it was. There would not be anything wild in the underwear department today, because she was not even sure that she would be able to see Scott alone, and Jennifer had not indicated any preference for a particular type of skivvies. Standing in front of her dressers, Ruth-Ann had to stop for a second and smile. She wondered what type of deep meaning there was in the fact that she was picking out her underwear based on what her lovers would like to see her in. That was insanity, fetish, or devotion. Sorry, no time to figure that one out now.

She actually made it to school early for a change. Of course, Jennifer was waiting for her in the parking lot, and was over to her Explorer even before she had been able to climb out.

"All right, spill it. Who is it, and what the hell is going on!?"

"Hold on a sec, would you at least let me get out of the truck?"

"Wrong answer chic. Who is it?"

"Damn! What the hell is up with you?"

Instead of answering, Jennifer did a quick look around the mostly empty parking lot, and then leaned in, grabbed Ruth-Ann by the back of the hair, and proceeded to place one of the more intense kisses on her lips that either girl had experienced up to that point. Ruth-Ann initially tried to pull away in surprise, but Jennifer had a good hold on her hair, and she surrendered to the feeling after a couple of seconds. After what felt like forever, but in reality was probably only a few seconds, Jennifer released her hold and backed away a step. Ruth-Ann just looked at her dumb struck.

"I had to do it. After that phone call, and then not giving me any more details for the entire weekend, I was a horny wreck. I must have masturbated at least half a dozen times the rest of the weekend and this morning. Even if you did not mean to, you are a teasing bitch. I came so much thinking about you and your mystery stud that I may not need to rub myself off before the game tomorrow."

"Wow. Well, if I could tell you all of the juicy details, I would. But for now, I can't. I don't want to make any trouble for him."

"Make trouble for him?" Jennifer had to think about that one for a second, then apparently decided that it was not important enough to push at that point. "Fine. I hope that doesn't mean that you and I are ….."

Ruth-Ann giggled under her breath. Almost in a whisper, she responded, "I hope not. I would like to have you spend the night soon, and maybe take advantage of my shower again if you are interested?"

A smile broke across Jenn's face. "Of course I am interested. Let's find a time soon. But for now, off to class. The bell is about to ring."

"Yea, I would hate to be late for the first bell. I wonder if we are late enough if we would have to get swats. Do they still do that here?"

Jennifer's face scrunched up in a frown. "I don't know. I have not heard of it happening, but that does not mean that it doesn't. I don't think I would want. Mrs. Franklin, the etiquette counselor is a mean bitch, and Principal Hansen looks like he could hurt you."

'You have no idea.' Ruth-Ann thought to herself as she finally extracted herself from the Ford and grabbed her backpack. The girls heard the first bell ring, so they both ran into the building, exchanging a quick hello with Principal Hansen who was holding the door open for them.

"Hurry girls, your time is short. I would hate to have to see you about being tardy."

"Yes Sir." The girls answered in unison. As they got into the building and began to round the first corner of the hall, Ruth-Ann intentionally dropped her backpack. She stopped, turned around to pick it up, and glanced back at Scott. As she hoped, he was staring straight at her. She chanced a quick smile his direction, and then grabbed her bag and headed on down the corridor. 'At least he was looking.' she thought, 'At least he was looking.'

The rest of the morning passed without incident, or excitement. Math, U.S. history and Biology made for an intensely boring morning, so lunch came as a blessing. During lunch, Ruth-Ann was able to sit at a table where she could see Scott at the front table. Just watching the movements of him eating the lunch that he always brought with him made her brain go back to the weekend, and all of the excitement that they had created. So she ate, because she knew that there needed to be something in her stomach before practice, but lord only knows what it was she ingested. Jennifer was trying to carry a conversation on with her, but again Ruth-Ann's brain was elsewhere, so that was pointless as well. So Jennifer contented herself with playing footsy with her new lover. Luckily, since it was such a small and exclusive school, all of the tables had floor length table clothes on them, which kept the foot shenanigans out of the range of prying eyes.

Practice could not have come quick enough at the end of the day. It gave Ruth-Ann time to do something besides think, especially with coach yelling at them because most of the team was slower that dirt that day. So there were plenty of running drills, and lots of wind sprints to break the spirit and throw up lunch. And actually, a couple of girls did throw up before the end of the session. But once again, the summer program was paying dividends, with Ruth-Ann and Jennifer handling all the sprints with ease, finishing first every time. Finally coach told the two girls to head to the locker room, and for the rest of the team to do another 10 laps around the field for being so far out of shape, and obviously partying too much over the weekend. "You need to sweat a little more of that illicit alcohol out of your system. We will have no chance this year if almost everyone is dragging ass this hard every Monday afternoon." According to coach, alcohol was "Illicit" for teenagers, even though most of the time it was the parents buying the alcohol and supervising the parties.

Not wanting to take any more for the good of the team, Ruth-Ann and Jenn headed for the locker room. Once inside, Jennifer headed straight for the shower, almost dragging Ruth-Ann behind her.

"If they are all running 10 laps, then we have at least 10 minutes to ourselves before they start getting in here. Come on, shower time."

"Jenn, are you nuts? What if coach comes back inside early? If we get caught, it could be bad."

"You know she is not coming back in early. Besides, I like being in the shower with you. Now come on, let me help you out." Standing in front of their two lockers, Jennifer grabbed the bottom of Ruth-Ann's uniform jersey and pulled it over her head. Resigned and excited at the same time, Ruth-Ann began to help out, and pretty soon both girls were naked and rounding the corner to the shower room. They left their towels hanging in the lockers, because no one cared if you came out of the room dripping and dried off sitting on the bench. The girls turned every shower on in the room, which made the level of steam immediately threaten to engulf them. It also cut down on visibility, which might come in handy should anyone come back earlier than expected.

Jennifer was standing under a couple of streams of water, her hair already plastered to her head. Ruth-Ann approached slowly, enjoying the steam billowing around her like pillows that she could hold onto and snuggle up with. Two more slow steps, and she was on top of Jenn, stalking her, almost like a snake looking for an opening to strike. If Jennifer was going to present this opportunity for play, with the danger element thrown it, then she was going to try and make the most of it. So far all of their encounters had been quick and dangerous. Ruth-Ann briefly wondered what it would be like to have Jennifer for an entire night, to be able to take things slow and enjoy the exploration of each other. Just as quickly, the thought was pushed out. The reality of the here and now was that Jennifer was all wet standing in front of her, and just waiting for Ruth-Ann's lips to cover that last six inches and make contact with skin of some sort.

Instead of planting a kiss on her lips, Ruth-Ann decided to be the aggressor, and headed straight for the juncture of Jennifer's neck and jaw. She was keyed up, and needed some relief for all the hormones raging through her body. As she hoped, when she attached herself to Jenn's neck and began to nibble there, Jenn took a sharp intake of air, like she had to brace herself for what was coming next. Ruth-Ann grabbed both of her lovers' hands, pinning then against the wall. She kept up the contact of her mouth on the skin being presented to her, trailing little bites from Jenn's neck down to her clavicle that poked out slightly and further down till a very turgid nipple placed itself in her path. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity, Ruth-Ann clamped her lips around that gorgeous cherry and sucked, HARD. As she had hoped, her lover tensed up again and seemed to melt even further into Ruth-Ann's hands holding her up.

Jennifer didn't know what to do at that point. She wanted to be able to touch her new friend, and make her feel these little explosions as well, but Ruth-Ann was stronger that her, and even if she wanted to, she would not have been able to free her hands from the grip. So she just turned her brain off and allowed herself to enjoy being dominated. It was a rather new sensation for her, and the newness of the act added to her excitement. She was having a hard time believing that her friend who she had intentionally seduced only a few days ago was now so willing to be the aggressor, to take the lead and give pleasure just as quickly as she was willing to take it.

Jennifer felt Ruth-Ann's lips leave her nipple and continue to trail down the side of her stomach. Because of all the running over the summer, Jenn had a faint six pack where her pudgy stomach used to be. Ruth-Ann used her tongue to trace all of the spaces in between the abdominal muscles, almost like she was digging in the grooves, trying to make them even deeper. She liked the fact that her new lover was so lean. It made it more interesting to look at the muscles moving under the skin. Or like now, more interesting to explore them with her tongue and hands.

Even with the showers going full blast, and the steam threatening to swallow them like some stupid monster from her brother's computer games, Ruth-Ann could smell the excitement pouring out of her captive lover. She wanted to prolong this, to make the tension and release that much more explosive, but the back of her brain also remembered that time was of the essence right now. It would not do to have one of the first year members of the team stumble on the two of them getting all sweaty together again. So Ruth-Ann gave in to the signals in front of her, leaning down a little more and burying her face in Jennifer's sparse pubic hair, finding her clit and sucking it between her lips like the end of a cherry stem.

Jenn had been floating on a cloud for a while now, letting her brain disconnect just enough to enjoy the feeling of Ruth-Ann's tongue tracing the musculature on her stomach. Suddenly the 4th of July went off in her pussy, and every muscle went from being relaxed to squeezing the life out of her. Once the initial hit wore off, she looked down to see her lover's head buried in between her thighs, moving back and forth like a woman possessed. 'Jesus' she thought, 'this girl may be new at all this, but she sure is enthusiastic about it.' Jenn's wrists were released, and felt Ruth-Ann's hands move around to the back and cup her ass, squeezing the tight flesh as she buried her tongue even further up her pussy, if that was at all possible. Needing something to hold on to, Jenn took Ruth-Ann's head in her hands, not to control the action, but just to tangle her fingers in the wet hair and be able to communicate in some way without speaking.

Ruth-Ann felt the fingers in her hair, and it was somewhat of a reassurance. For all of the intense excitement that was coursing through her at the moment, there was still a part of her that wanted to make sure she was making Jenn feel good, and not just wasting her time. When she felt the fingers in her hair begin to tense up, and pull on her just a little, she redoubled her efforts. Jennifer tasted so wonderful, like a warm summer rain if you could cook it into a recipe. Ruth-Ann buried her tongue even further into the fragrant pussy in front of her, using the bridge of her nose to rub up against her clit. Apparently it worked, for after another few seconds, every muscle in Jenn's body seized up, held for three seconds, then everything fell apart. Ruth-Ann kept her mouth buried in the sex in front of her, and was rewarded with a cascade of juice all over her mouth and face. From her own explorations of her body, she knew to keep going until the orgasm wore itself out. So she continued to ream out that glorious cunt, working her tongue around like a spoon trying to get the last little bit of peanut butter out of the jar.

Finally Jennifer pulled her head away from her pussy and almost dragged her to her feet. Looking into her eyes with a half dazed expression, Jennifer planted a very emotionally worn out kiss on Ruth's lips, and then held her face in place while she proceeded to lick her clean, making sure to get all of her own secretions off. She had tasted herself before, and liked it, but it was ten times better licking it off of someone else. Like the time she had licked clean that stranger at Naploi's pizza joint. She had been wearing a skirt, and kept flashing this older guy her panties until he went crazy. She had gone to the bathroom, and he had followed her in, locking the door behind him. Not wasting any time, he just pulled her skirt up, propped her on the side of the counter and then unzipped himself. His cock was cute but not that large, which Jenn was thankful for at that moment, because he just pulled her panties to the side and slid right in. After about 30 seconds of serious fucking, he pulled out like he was going to come. Jennifer dropped to her knees and let the guy shoot his meager load into her mouth, and then she sucked his dick all the way into her mouth and cleaned him off. Not because she wanted to make it more exciting for him, but because she wanted to see what she tasted like on something besides her own fingers. The guy hurried up and left, so Jenn stayed kneeling on the floor, fingering herself to a delicious little orgasm while the taste of his come and her juices were still in her mouth.

After the two seconds it took for her brain to replay that particular episode, Jenn was more that ready to return the favor. However, just as her mouth locked on to one of Ruth-Ann's large breasts, she heard the door to the locker room slam open and the voices of her team mates start chattering in. DAMN! Had it been that long already? She looked up at Ruth-Ann, and could see the mixture of frustration and disappointment on her face. Standing upright, she put her head right next to her friends.

"Bad timing. I owe you one."

"No shit. Can't we continue this somewhere else?"

"Sorry, I can't. I have to go with the family to dinner tonight. We are celebrating something, but I can't remember what right now."

"Uugghh." Ruth-Ann sounded like she was going to cry. "Fine. Then you definitely owe me more than one for leaving me this horny. My fingers are going to be a poor substitute tonight."

"Deal." Jennifer stepped, back and turned to the next shower head. She thought she saw movement in the corner of the steam filled room, but quickly dismissed it. She heard the voices in the main room, and that was close enough. With her back to the doorway of the room, looking at Ruth-Ann, she did not see Samantha Runyon quickly move out of the corner of the room and head around the corner.

Ten minutes later, Ruth-Ann was somewhat dressed, and on the way home. She had hurried up in the shower, especially after the rest of the team began to file into the steam room. Not bothering to dry her hair, she had just put her bra and uniform back on. Normally she brought an extra pair of panties to wear home after practice, but had forgotten today. So the cool evening air was wafting up her school skirt, making her overheated pussy throb that much more. She was driving with one hand and slowly stroking herself with the other. It was a little dangerous for her to try and come while she was driving, but she was keeping herself heated up so that she would be ready to go as soon as she could lock herself in her room.

Driving past the new strip center where they had just opened a Starbucks and some other businesses, Ruth-Ann noticed what she thought was a familiar truck in the parking lot. She slowed down and took the next entrance into the strip, then back tracked. Sure enough, she slowed down to take a look, and it was Scott's truck parked there. After being inside that truck last week, she would recognize it anywhere. In her super excited condition, the possibility of having Scott take care of her itch was more important that the hazard of the two of them being seen together outside of school. Now, where would he be? There was a new Vitamin Shoppe at the end of the center, which made the most sense. Ruth-Ann parked a couple of spots down the row from Scott's truck, and headed toward the store. With her hair still damp from the shower and her pussy bare underneath her skirt, she was feeling delightfully naughty. There was really no plan at the moment, just that she was intensely horny, and Scott was somewhere in that store.

Walking in, the setting could not have been any better. There was a good deal of square footage in the store, with lots of aisles to hide in. There only seemed to be one person working right now, and he was back in the corner helping a customer. And there was Scott – back against the far wall looking at a huge selection of plastic bottles. Should she just go up to him and let him know she was here? Or should she play coy, and let him discover her? She decided that being subtle would be more fun. Even if she was not able to do anything serious with him now, she would be able to get both of them sufficiently turned on that hopefully it would mean great things later.