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.
