Ruth Ann High School Ch 03
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Pull into his assigned space at the front of the school, turn off the engine, and climb out of the truck. Don’t forget to get the briefcase out of the back seat – he always seemed to forget that for some reason. But not today. Today was the first day of the fall school term at St. Mary’s Catholic School for Young Ladies, and Principal Hanson always liked the first day of the fall term. All of the girls coming back from the summer break, eager to see their friends again, but hating that they had to see them there at school. Also hating the fact that they had to go from their summer uniforms of short shorts and tank tops to their school uniforms of green plaid skirts and white button down shirts. Principal Hanson stood next to the open door of his truck and laughed inside as he watched the girls being dropped off in the front drive, obviously not happy about the uniform, but resigned to their fate. No busses here at St. Mary’s, the tuition at the private school assured that all of the young ladies would be dropped out of Lexus and BMW’s in the morning, mostly by a parent on the way to some corporate job downtown, or even at times by a driver who’s sole job it was to ensure that the young daughter of some rich business person was dropped off at school, and then picked up at the proper time. Lots of money represented at this school.
Oh well, time to start the day. Principal Hanson locked his truck, and then started walking up the front sidewalk to get into the building. As he went along, he made sure and say hello to the students that he saw, and also the parents that he recognized. After being principal of the school for five years, and having only 200 students in the entire school, Principal Hanson prided himself on knowing the names of most all the girls in the school, and also of their parents. He made it a point to have his office staff take pictures of all the new 9th grade girls who started every fall, and then give him the pictures with names on the back so that he could sit in his office when it was slow and try to put names with faces. Usually he could learn the new girls within a couple of weeks, which made it easier to control discipline problems when he could call a student by name.
Walking into his office suite, Principal Hanson noticed that Samantha Jones, his primary secretary, was already in this morning, and already had the coffee pot working overtime. Ms. Jones enjoyed the beginning of the new term almost as much as Scott did. She had been with him for 5 years now, as long as he had been in charge at St. Mary’s, and she was a godsend. She kept him on top of everything that he needed to know or do, and deflected everything else away from him so that he did not have to worry about it. It also helped that she was only a couple of years older than he was, and had what he considered a fantastic body – healthy, with a bit of meat on her bones. Large breasts, good-sized hips and ass, and broad shoulders. Principal Hanson had rearranged the outer office a couple of years ago so that the file cabinets were directly opposite his door, so that anytime Samantha had to get something out of the bottom of the file cabinet, he could watch her bend over and get a chance to appreciate her ass and the invariable panty line that appeared in her skirts.
‘Good morning Scott. Isn’t it wonderful the start of the new term?
‘Yes it is. Certainly my favorite time of the school year.’
‘Oh, I agree. I love seeing all our young girls coming back to school, and all of the new girls that we get in here. It almost gets me excited thinking about how we have the opportunity to help these girls grow and expand their bodies… I mean minds. Grow and expand their minds.’
Scott took a good look at his secretary for the first time this morning. It was not like her to make any sort of verbal or Freudian slip, but that certainly sounded like one to him. Samantha was wearing her normal ankle length skirt, but her blouse today was a little risqué for her normal tastes. Buttoning down the front, and so sheer that he could almost make out the lace pattern on the cups of her rather prodigious bra. Also, she had the top three buttons of the shirt undone, so if Scott was behind her at any point today looking at something on her computer screen, he was sure that he would be able to see all the way down to her navel. He made a mental note to try and make that happen before the end of the day.
‘Uh, yes. Exactly. Growing and expanding minds.’ Scott said. ‘I am going to go in the hall for a few minutes before the first bell to greet the students. Will you bring me a cup of coffee out there?’
‘Yes Sir, right away.’
As Scott walked away, Samantha went back and sat down in her chair for a second. She COULD NOT BELIEVE that she had made a verbal slip like that. Especially in front of her boss. Sure, she had always thought that he was devilishly attractive, and even at times had worn certain pieces of clothing because she had seen how he had started at her breasts in a certain shirt, or at her ass in a certain pair of pants when he thought that she was not aware. She thought that he had a thing for lingerie, so she had gotten in the habit the last couple of years of wearing very lacy bras under white shirts whenever she could get away with it, just to watch his eyes struggle to keep looking her in the face when he was talking to her. She also was bold enough one day toward the end of the spring term to wear a pair a pair of slacks that she knew looked fine on her when she was standing up, but would gap a great deal in the back when she squatted down. She intentionally wore a white lace thong under those pants, and then at one point during the day, when she knew Principal Hanson was looking, she went to the file cabinet and squatted down in front of the bottom drawer pretending to look for something. When she heard the file folder drop out of Scott’s hand and hit the floor, that was all the confirmation she needed. She went home that evening and rubbed herself to a very delicious orgasm imagining her boss sitting at his desk with a hard-on because of the show that she was putting on for him.
She had not really put much more thought into her boss until the end of last week, when they finished up the end of the teacher in-service week with a picnic lunch out on the athletic field. Principal Hanson had changed from the business clothes that he was wearing that morning into a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. It was obvious that Scott had put on some muscle since the last time that he wore those shorts, because they were just tight enough around his legs and across his ass to not be obscene, but to definitely leave little to the imagination. She had spent the rest of the weekend having the reoccurring urge to kneel in from of her boss and run her hands all over those strong thighs and ass, watching what she figured had to be a rather sizeable cock grow and expand before her eyes in the shorts. She still had that fantasy floating around in her head this morning on the drive in, so that must have been where her little verbal faux pas must have come from.
Composing herself, Samantha got up from her desk, poured Principal Hanson a cup of coffee, and then took it out to him in the hallway.
‘Thank you Ms. Jones.’ She had been in the office an awfully long time getting just one cup of coffee – Scott hoped she was all right. He would be lost if Samantha was out sick the first week of school.
‘Ms. Jones, are you feeling alright?’
‘Oh, yes sir. I was just a little distracted, that’s all.’
‘Well, all right, but try to focus. It is the first day of school after all.’
‘Yes sir.’
As Ms. Jones went back into the office suite, Scott trained his eyes back to the front entrance of the building. He had always enjoyed watching the students coming in the building first thing in the morning, for a variety of reasons. He liked to see who was part of what group at that time, and which group of students would have to be watched
a little more closely. He liked being able to say hello to the young ladies, and even spend a minute or two talking to them there in the hallway. He wanted the students to feel comfortable talking to him, even if he was a man. But most of all, he liked being able to look at the girls in their uniforms as they walked into his school. When he was hired as principal of St. Mary’s five years ago, he was hired to bring some order back to the school. The previous principal had let things get very lax at the school, and even though it was a private school with exorbitant tuition, there were a number of discipline problems, and the teacher attrition rate was way too high. So, one of the first chances that he made in the school of 200 teenage girls was to institute the dress code: white button down shirt, green plaid skirt at the knee, white knee socks, and black loafers. It was also understood because of the shirts that the young ladies would wear white bras underneath them, and white panties to match. He had hired a female etiquette teacher whose job it was to talk to the young ladies when they broke the unwritten rule about the bras and panties. Besides, all of these girls came from a privileged background of some sort, and needed to learn that in high society, women always wore white bras under white shirts, and their bras and panties always matched. At least, that is what they were teaching at St. Mary’s under his watch, whether the rest of society agreed with it or not. Principal Hanson had initiated that unwritten rule, and all the teachers were on board.
Back to the matter at hand, Scott refocused his attention on the door, and the students that were still coming in the door. Suddenly, there she was. He had been looking for her the entire time that he had been standing in the door. Ruth-Ann Miller. She was a midyear transfer last year. Her family was in the oil business, and had been transferred to the city back in February. She had joined St. Mary’s at that point as a Junior, and was a Senior this year. Normally girls that had not been part of the St. Mary’s clan for all four years had a hard time fitting in or being accepted, but Ruth-Ann had been taken in almost immediately. Scott did not know what it was about her, but she set his blood boiling, especially since he knew that she had turned 18 over the summer. Her family had spent a year traveling through Europe when she was younger, and she did not attend school, so subsequently she was a year older than most of the other seniors at St. Mary’s. There had been other students in the past that he had fantasized about in his office with the door closed, but Ruth-Ann was different. She had something about her that just would not let his brain go.
As he took a closer look at her, he realized something rather quickly. She had hit a growth spurt over the summer months. She had to be a couple of inches taller, and her hips had filled out. As she turned to walk down the hallway in his direction, he also noticed that her breasts had definitely filled out more. She was pleasantly sized in the spring, but now she had a pair of tits that rivaled any he had ever seen.
‘ Good morning Principal Hanson.’ Ruth-Ann and the group of seniors that she was with all greeted him in chorus as they passed.
‘ Good morning girls. You better hurry, the first bell is about to ring.’
‘ Yes Sir, we won’t be late. See you later!’
As the girls continued on down the hall past him, Scott watched Ruth-Ann’s ass the whole way. It was obvious that she had not bought new school uniforms over the summer, because with her new height, her skirt was about three inches too short from the back. A plan began to form in the back of Scott’s head. He may be able to start the year off rather well indeed.
As the first bell rang, Scott walked back into his office, again noticing that his secretary’s shirt was open very far this morning, and he could just see the edge of her bra cups through the open neck. If she kept that up all day, he would have a hard time focusing.
‘Ms. Jones, would you find out what class Ruth-Ann Miller is in this morning, and have her summoned to my office. I need to talk to her about the dress code policy.’
Samantha was taken aback for a second. ‘Wouldn’t you prefer to have Mrs. Franklin handle that? She is our etiquette counselor, after all.’
‘No, I would prefer to handle this one myself. I think Ms. Miller will need a sterner talking to than Mrs. Franklin can administer. Please let me know when she arrives. Also, when your office aide gets here, please send her in also. There are some things that I need filed in my office. Nothing important enough that you need to handle it, but I have things that I need to do this morning, and filing is not one of them.’
‘Yes sir, I will send my aide in when she gets here, and will let you know when Ruth-Ann Miller gets here.’
As Principal Hanson headed into his office and partially closed the door, Samantha’s mind was racing. Why did he want to talk to Ruth-Ann Miller himself when Mrs. Franklin usually handled those kinds of things? And on the first day of school at that? She was not sure, but it was definitely out of the normal routine for her boss. She hoped that the rest of the day went the way that it was supposed to, without any more surprises.
When the second bell rang to signal the beginning of the day, a young lady walked into the office and stopped in front of Samantha’s desk.
‘Ms. Jones? My name is Olivia Martinez. My schedule says that I am your office aide for first period.’ Olivia shifted from one foot to the other as she stood in front of Ms. Jones desk. She was so excited she could hardly contain herself. Ever since Principal Hanson had taken over the school, it was considered a major coup for a senior girl to be chosen as an office aide. That meant that for an entire semester, that lucky girl got to be around Principal Hanson for an entire hour every day. The general opinion with most girls around the school was that their principal was a serious hunk whose physical attributes were discussed almost every day in the locker room and hallways between classes. More than one girl at St. Mary’s had given herself her first orgasm thinking about her hunky principal.
‘Yes Olivia, I know. I selected you because of your good work ethic in your classes so far. I hope that you will not disappoint me here.’
‘Oh, no ma’am. I will work as hard as you need me to.’
‘Good. First thing this morning, I need you to go talk to Principal Hanson. He has some work that he needs you to do. When you are done, come back and I will have more for you to do. I am sure that Mr. Hanson will not want to be disturbed too much this morning, so when you go in pull the door back to the same position that it is in now.’
‘Do you mean with the door just cracked like it is now?’ Olivia thought that she was excited before about being in the office, but now it was ten times as hard to control. She was being told to go into Mr. Hanson’s office, and close the door behind her! She could feel her nipples get hard in anticipation, a fact that was not lost on Ms. Jones.
‘Be respectful, don’t make unnecessary conversation, and do your work quickly so that Mr. Hanson is not overly disturbed.’ Samantha could not believe that this girl in front of her had gotten so excited over the prospect of being in Scott’s office. The way her nipples had tried to immediately jump out of her shirt was proof enough. Although, with Samantha’s little verbal faux pas just a few minutes ago, she could understand the girl’s reaction.
‘Yes Ms. Jones.’ Olivia turned past the front of the desk, and slowly pushed on the door to Mr. Hanson’s office. ‘Scott’s office’ she thought to herself.
Scott looked up as the door to his office opened. In walked Olivia Martinez. Ms. Jones had made a good choice in office assistants this fall. If nothing else, Olivia would be good eye candy. Hispanic heritage, long dark curly hair, and a little on the skinny sid
e, but she would grow into her body.
‘Good morning Olivia. Are you ready to work this morning?’
‘Oh yes sir. I hope that I can do a good job for you.’
Principal Hanson smiled at her. ‘I don’t think that will be a problem. Do you see that stack of files on the table there against the wall? I need all of those checked to make sure that the form on top has the proper signatures, and then put in the file cabinet in alphabetical order. Do you think you can do that?’
‘Oh yes sir, I can do that real easy.’ Olivia was positively beaming.
‘Now Olivia, what would your Mrs. Hansen, your English teacher say about that? Think about what you just said, and what the proper English would have been.’
Fear shot across Olivia’s face at the rebuke, and then was quickly replaced with a look of concentration. After a few seconds of deep thought she responded, ‘It should have been ‘do that easily’ instead of ‘ do that real easy’, right?’
‘Yes Olivia, that is correct. Very good. Go ahead and start on those files, no more pop quizzes this morning.’
‘Yes sir.’ Olivia sat down at the stool by the table and started to go through the files checking for signatures.
Principal Hanson sat at his desk and looked at Olivia sitting on the stool. She had sat down, and instead of pulling her skirt under her before she sat down, she had pulled it out so that it draped over the back of the stool. That meant that she was sitting with her panties directly on the stool. Scott had always wondered why some girls pulled their skirts under them, and some flipped them out. He guessed that it was a comfort thing, but he had also noticed a correlation between the girls that flipped their skirts out, and the ones that were talked about in terms of being loose with the boys from St. Marks, the boys high school a couple of miles away.
Just as Scott was beginning to contemplate how Olivia’s pussy felt on the stool, Ms. Jones poked her head in the office.
‘Principal Hanson, Ruth-Ann Miller is here.’
‘Very good. Olivia, will you take those files outside you can continue to work on them, and you can file them after I am done?’
Olivia was sorely disappointed, but managed to hide it well. ‘Yes sir, no problem.’
‘Thank you. Ms. Jones, please send in Ruth-Ann, and close the door behind her.’
‘Yes sir, right away.’ What was that man thinking? Having a student in his office on the first day of school, with the door closed no less!? Things were out of the normal routine, and Samantha was struggling with it.
As Ruth-Ann sat in a chair in the outer office, she was excited and scared all at the same time. She was glad that she got to spend some time with her hunky principal, but had no idea why she had been called in the first place. When she had been called into the office, it had triggered a memory from the spring that she thought had gone away. She had been involved in the faculty student volleyball game at the end of the spring semester, and of course Principal Hanson had played in the game. He had worn the same uniform that the student team wore in games, so Ruth-Ann was very distracted along with the rest of the girls from looking at Scott in his black spandex shorts and white sleeveless shirt. Watching the muscles in his arms move, and looking at every contour of his ass in the shorts had gotten Ruth-Ann rather turned on by the end of the game. And apparently it had gotten to Ruth-Ann’s best friend on the team, Jennifer, as well.
Ruth-Ann and Jennifer had adjacent lockers in the locker room off in a corner. After the game, they had been getting undressed to go shower. After Ruth-Ann had taken off her shirt and shorts, she sat down straddling the bench to untie her shoes. Ruth-Ann secretly liked to walk around in her bra and panties for a couple of minutes before showering because it excited her in a way to see how her underwear matched, and how good she looked in it. Unfortunately, she did not realize how turned on she was when she straddled the bench, but Jennifer was quick to point it out.
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