Ruth Ann High School Ch 03
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6am came way too early for Scott the next day. He and Justin were supposed to meet at the gym at 6:30 for their leg workout, and even though it was a Saturday, he still had the contest looming, and every workout counted. Better to keep a schedule of eating and workouts than to sleep in on the weekend. He could always catch a nap that afternoon. Which he was sure that he was going to need. After their little episode with the phone call last night, and Scott coming all over Ruth-Ann’s tits, they had both dozed off on the kitchen floor. Quick enough though, she had woken back up, and decided that she wanted more. They started on the kitchen table, where he had eaten her beautiful pussy twice more while giving his cock time to recover.
Then it was on to the shower, where she had sucked his cock like a woman possessed. She obviously wanted him so keyed up that he would lose his mind, and it certainly came close to that. He had carried her out of the shower, laid her on the bed, and just taken her, with little concern for her. She had teased him so much that he just had to come. Which judging by her moans and screams, she was having just as much fun as he was. Scott had ended up getting off twice more that night. Both times, since he did not have any condoms in the house, he had to pull out when the time came, and both times Ruth-Ann had insisted that he come in her mouth. The girl obviously had a taste for cum, and for the time being Scott was happy to accommodate her little kink.
After his third come of the night, Scott was worn out. He had gone to sleep almost immediately, with Ruth-Ann curled up next to him under the clean sheets, her head on his chest and a hand draped over his other pec. It had been a while since Scott had shared his bed with anyone else, so he woke up a number of times during the night, surprised to find someone else in the bed with him. When he was not trying to get back to sleep, his dreams were filled with all sorts of random disturbing images of him and Ruth-Ann getting caught in all sorts of compromising positions. Needless to say, he did not sleep very well.
So now his alarm clock was telling him it was time to get up and head to the gym for yet another workout. He rolled over, turned off the alarm, and then turned back over in order to look at this girl who was sleeping in his bed. He knew that the feelings starting to come alive in his brain, not just his groin, were real, but how could he allow them to be real? She was a student after all, and he was good at hiding secrets, but this could be too big to cover up. When more than one person knows a secret, it gets that much harder to keep. And by his count, there were at least three people who knew about the two of them. Not good.
Scott reached out and shook her shoulder, gently at first, then more forceful when she did not respond. Ruth-Ann rolled over, groaned, and then put a pillow over her head, a clear indication that 6am was WAY too early for her to even think about getting out of bed. Fine. It would be easier to leave her here, and not have to talk about anything before he headed to the gym.
Slipping out of bed, Scott got ready almost by routine, he had done it so many times. Get dressed, take his pre-workout supplements with a tall glass of water, mix up his pre and post-workout protein shakes, throw everything in the gym bag, and head out the door. He made sure to leave a note on the kitchen table for Ruth-Ann in case she decided to get up before he got back in a couple of hours.
In the truck, Scott loaded up a Pantera CD in the player as he pulled out of the driveway. He really was dragging ass this morning, and knew that he needed some sort of extra motivation to get going. Knowing Justin, he had gone to bed early last night, and was going to be bouncing off the walls ready to go. That guy could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, always positive and shit. Very annoying, but he was good to have around for early morning sessions.
Unfortunately, Scott’s brain was still thinking about the Ruth-Ann mess that he had created, and he was not getting mentally ready for his workout. So he turned up the radio, rolled down the window, and starting singing along as he drove into the rising sun. Anything to get that girl out of his head, at least for a while would be welcome.
Pulling into the gym parking lot, Scott saw that Justin’s car was already here, along with about three or four more. The crowds on Saturday mornings were even sparser than during the week. Good. Turn up the music and get to work time.
‘Hey Scott, about time you showed up.’
‘Yea, fuck you too. I got here as fast as I could drag my lazy ass out of bed.’
‘Lazy ass? Since when are you lazy? What’s the matter didn’t get a lot of sleep last night? Did ya go out somewhere and pick up some little fling that you left asleep in the bed this morning?’
Justin didn’t know how close he was to the truth on that. ‘Yea, something like that. Get the squat rack ready, I am going to commandeer the sound system this morning.’
Scott went to the front desk, and told the little teenybopper to put in his Metallica CD. She was half asleep, and really didn’t care. So walking back into the weight room, Scott heard the beginning strains of ‘Master of Puppets’ coming over the speakers. Best album Metallica ever put out, and wonderful music to get psyched up to. A little air guitar, a little head banging, and it was time to go. The gym was just occupied by Scott, Justin, some other guy who always seemed to be there when Scott was, and the two cardio twins. They were two girls, sisters he thought, who always wore matching outfits to the gym, and always seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time on the cardio equipment, talking the whole time about god only knows. Scott had dubbed them the cardio twins because he had no desire to learn their real names. Kind of like the two guys who came in the gym, and all they did were bench presses. All the time, every time, bench presses. Scott had dubbed them the Bench Brothers, again because he had not time or interest in learning who they were in real life. If they wanted some advice, he would be happy to offer it, but for the time being they were a stupid distraction.
‘Alright brother, lets get this party started.’
* * * * *
Ruth-Ann rolled over, and kept rolling. She had not been able to sleep very well during the night, mostly because sleeping in the same bed with someone she had just had sex with was a very new experience for her. She had finally rolled over, and discovered that the other side of the bed was empty. Where did he go? The first thought that had run through her mind was of rolling over and wrapping her arms around Scott so that she could snuggle up closer to him and enjoy this moment for at least a little bit longer. Her dreams the night before had run the spectrum from Scott losing his job and her being shunned all the way to the two of them escaping to Fiji and living a life of excess there. She had wanted to cuddle up close to him for a little while longer in order to deny reality setting in. But he wasn’t here. Pout!
Ruth-Ann threw the sheets off of her, and rolled out of bed. Rolling being the operative word – the bed was a king size plus, and she could have probably fit her entire soccer team in here if they all got real close. She saw the dress shirt she had been wearing from the night before laying on the floor, and figured it would not be good to wander around his house totally nude, in case his maid came by on Saturdays, or some other domestic servant that she didn’t know about. The thought briefly crossed her mind as to how someone who is a principal of a school, be it a very high-class school, could afford to live like this. There must be money somewhere that she did not know about.
Plodding into the kitchen, Ruth-Ann headed straight to the fridge and opened the door.
‘OK,’ she thought, ‘No orange juice, no milk, no soft drinks. What the hell is this r
ed stuff in the container?’ It smelled like fruit juice, so she took a swig straight out of the container.
‘HHHmmmm, not too bad. Kind of tastes like raspberry Kool-Aid.’ Still drinking from the container, she rummaged through the cabinets until she found a glass, and poured herself a drink. Leaving the container on the counter – after all the physical exertion last night, she was really thirsty – she noticed the note sitting on the table.
‘Good lord, this guy is almost unstoppable. Who the hell goes to the gym at 6am on a Saturday of all days?! Maybe during the week, but this is stupid. That means that he has been up and gone for over an hour already. Good grief.’ Ruth-Ann was dedicated to her soccer conditioning, but this was too much for her.
‘However, he did leave me here by myself’, she thought, ‘so I guess I should give myself the nickel tour. Although in this place, it could be worth a quarter.’
As Ruth-Ann wandered from room to room in the house, juice glass in hand and white dress shirt open to her knees, she realized that the house was a lot bigger than she had first imagined it to be. ‘This place has to be at least as big as my house, and he lives here alone? Oh god, he does live alone, doesn’t he?’ Ruth-Ann’s rationality kicked in quickly on that one. If Scott had been married, wouldn’t she have seen his wife at one of the school functions last year? Of course she would have.
By her count, Ruth-Ann found four more bedrooms, three more bathrooms, although none as nice as the Master Bath, the exercise room, an office, a home theater room, and the library. The library was what stole her attention the most. Whoever had designed and built this house must have spent some time in a monastery or two over in Europe. The room was a two-story affair at the end of the hall, with vaulted ceilings that had windows at the very top. The entire room was done in dark leather and wood paneling, with the bookcases stretching at least 12 feet up the walls all the way around. A ladder was attached to the wall by a brass railing that ran the entire length of the room to allow access to all of the books in the cases. A number of leather armchairs and couches were scattered around the room, obviously for the comfort of the reader. Ruth-Ann wondered briefly if all of the books were just for show, but as she looked closer, she saw some obviously worn paperbacks sitting on the shelves, and some hardbacks that did not fit in with the décor of the rest of the room. So maybe Scott was a reader after all.
Ruth-Ann climbed the ladder to look down at the room, and then in a fit of inspiration, planted her hands on the sides of the ladder, and pushed herself off on one of the bookcases. The ladder almost flew around the room, navigating the rounded corners with nary a squeal. With that one push, Ruth-Ann had sent herself all the way around the room. Obviously, maintenance of the ladder was part of the regular cleaning in the room. Ruth-Ann climbed back down to continue her search of the house, giving the ladder a small push as a fond farewell. She hoped that she would be able to spend more time in this room later. But right now, a shower, and maybe back into bed to watch some TV while waiting for Scott to get back sounded like a very good idea.
* * * * *
‘That’s it, hit the shot just like that. Make sure that the veins are popping out when you flex.’ Justin was watching Scott pose in between sets, and offering advice. Which wasn’t that bad of an idea. Justin had some contest experience under his belt as well, so he knew what the judges were looking for, and how to display yourself to that end.
‘Come on Scott, squeeze those abs a little harder. Make the skin stretch out over them.’
‘Fuck you. I am flexing as hard as I can.’
‘Well, you must be doing something right. Take a look at your stalker and the cardio twins when you hit a side tricep.’
Scott turned to the side, flexing his arm and checking out the other three people in the gym. The two cardio twins, for once, were not talking. Rather, they were still walking on the treadmills, but both of them were focused on the mirror that Scott was posing in. Both of them looked shell-shocked, and the one on the right even had her mouth hanging open a little, causing a rather amusing combination of exertion and amazement to hang on her face. The guy that Justin had called the stalker was sitting at a lat pull down machine across the room, but even he was staring at Scott as he continued to check his condition in the mirror.
Scott decided that since he was feeling good that morning, and had just completed a rather satisfying workout, he would play to the crowd a little bit. With an exaggerated motion, he bent over and took off his shirt, draping it over the leg press next to him. With his entire upper torso now exposed, Scott began to hit pose after pose, checking himself but also checking the reaction of the other three people in the room. He was obviously getting to them. Both of the cardio twin’s mouths were hanging open now, and they had given up all pretense of walking on the treadmill. They were both straddling the machine, letting the belt go on its merry way underneath them. The guy in the corner was still staring intently, and one of his hands seemed to have disappeared out of sight.
Justin knew exactly what Scott was doing, and with the body he was sporting at that point, he was able to. Justin just thought it was hilarious, but he knew that if he laughed out loud, he would spoil the moment that Scott was creating for his audience.
‘Hey Scott. Why don’t you really blow their minds and check the condition of your legs? I bet they would appreciate a better look.’
Holding a side chest pose, Scott turned his head a little bit and looked at Justin to gauge if he was truly serious. When he realized that his training partner was egging him on, Scott decided that he might was well go for it. Reaching down, he took his workout pants and quickly shucked them, letting them fall to the floor, so that he stood there with his pants around his ankles and his red nylon thong on display for the rest of the room. As he had hoped, he heard a collective gasp come up from the other occupants of the room, including Justin. Which was strange, because Justin had seen him in the locker room plenty of times, and knew what kind of condition he was in, and more importantly right now, what type of underwear he chose to wear.
As Scott continued to pose in the mirror, he noticed that one of the cardio twins was staring at his ass and absently (he thought) stroking one of her nipples through her sports bra. Her sister was just staring off into space in his general direction. Might as well give them the entire picture, Scott thought. So he turned around in order to check out the back of his legs in the mirror, but it also allowed the others in the room to check out his equipment stuffed in the front of the thong. The nylon was nice and tight, so you could almost tell if he was Jewish of not if you looked close enough. As soon as he turned around, Scott’s stalker quickly got up and walked out of the room. Scott could have sworn that he saw a hard on tenting out the front of that guy’s spandex shorts.
‘Ok, enough play time for now. I need to get back home and eat. Justin, you coming?’
‘Yea, let me grab my bag and then we can get our stuff out of the locker room.’
Scott pulled his pants back up, grabbed his shirt off of the leg press and headed into the locker room with Justin on his heels. As they turned the corner, they were greeted with the sight of the stalker guy from the weight room slumped in the corner. His spandex shorts were pulled down enough for him to get access to his equipment, and he was jerking on his cock like a man possessed.
‘Man what the fuck are you doing?’ Scott put as much contempt into his voice as he was able. The guy looked like he was truly off on a world of his own.
The guy’s head snapped up, and a look of fear mix
ed with desire flooded into his face. ‘Oh Shit! Oh fuck! Uhh… uhh…’ The guy was fumbling for words, but at the same time he was still stroking his cock.
‘I said, what the fuck are you doing?’
‘Uhh… Uhh…. Oh fuck it! I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I have been watching you ever since I joined the gym, and made it so that I was here whenever you were working out. I can’t get enough of looking at you, and when you posed this morning, it was all I could do to not lose my mind. And then when you pulled your workout pants down and had on a thong underneath, I thought I was going to pass out. I only thought gay guys wore thongs, and even then not all the time. I couldn’t help it, my dick got hard and I had to come in here to take care of it. I didn’t think that the two of you would follow me in here so quickly.’
‘So you are in here STILL jerking off because you were watching Scott pose?’ Justin always had a way of getting right to the point.
‘Look, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Let me make it up to you. Please. Let me suck your dicks. Both of you, I don’t care. I will blow both of you right now. I am so fucking turned on by watching you pose in the mirror that I have to get off. Let me get you off as well Scott, please? Justin, I’ll blow you also, at the same time. Oh please! Please let me suck your cocks! Please let me worship your body while I blow you.’
Everything had suddenly gotten very surreal for Scott. Five minutes ago he was just posing in front of the mirror checking his progress, and now there was a guy in the locker room begging to suck his cock because he had flexed in front of the guy. While some part of his brain was still trying to process those facts, another part noticed that the guy, whose name Scott still did not know past Stalker dude, had come over to kneel in front of Scott and was in the process of pulling his pants and thong off in order to get at his cock. Once his cock was free of its confines Stalker Guy popped the whole thing into his mouth and began to do a Hoover impression in it. Obviously the guy did not want to make this a drawn out affair. He wanted to make Scott come, and come quick.
Stalker Guy popped Scott’s cock out of his mouth long enough to tell Justin, ‘Come on man, get over here. I want to have two cocks to suck on at the same time.’
Scott could tell that Justin was hesitant about what was going on right in front of his face, but never the less, he did take the two steps forward and dropped his shorts so that his semi-erect cock slapped the guy on the side of the face. ‘Alright dude, if you want it that bad, you got it. Time to make both of us blow our loads on your tongue. Suck it dude.’
And he was only too happy to oblige. Stalker Guy obviously knew his was around a cock, because he was sucking to end to world on one unit while using his hand on the other unit to keep it interested. Up and down, all around, licking the underside of the crown where everything is that much more sensitive, then using his hand to jack that cock off while using his tongue on just the head. Everything he was doing was for one purpose only – to get Scott and Justin off. He had even quit jerking his own cock, because he needed two hands to take the tag team he was dealing with.
Justin was obviously getting into the swing of things, for his moans and grunts were getting more pronounced, but Scott was having trouble. Even thought the situation had gotten very strange in a hurry, and he normally would not have any reservations about getting his dick sucked by a guy he hardly knew, this morning was different. Stalker guy obviously knew how to suck a dick for maximum effect, and even though on a purely physical level it did feel very good, his brain was not into it. Scott looked down, and all he could see was Ruth-Ann in between his legs, taking the place of this stranger. His body was enjoying the Hoover action, but his brain was trying to detach from the situation and place Ruth-Ann on his dick instead of this guy. What the fuck was that all about? He had gotten enough blowjobs from other guys over the years that having one given to him freely was nothing new. So why now should he not be able to stand back and enjoy what was happening here? Why was this damn girl invading his thoughts so much that he couldn’t even get off in some stranger ‘s mouth? What the fuck!?
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