I don't want you to get the impression that she is aggressive in her approach, though. She isn't at all like these shallow opportunists who target the vulnerable and for whom the conquest is their joyless goal. No loveless one-night stands or anonymous fumblings would satisfy Ruth. Once she has decided on a partner she sets out to win them, to charm them, coax them into her bed. In short, to make them love her.
I can see now this is what she did with me. She lassooed me, unwittingly, and slowly, tenderly, lovingly, reined me in, drew me towards her open embrace, brought me into her fascinating and rich world. And, wiser now to her ways, I could see her doing the same thing to Jamie.
Jamie was a lovely kid, about twenty, but very naive. He had long, floppy hair and glasses, and a cherubic expression which could melt any heart. Some puppy fat persisted around his cheeks, his blue eyes had a startled air to them and he had a delicious, shy smile. He was handsome, intelligent and very attractive to women, but was so guileless he had no idea of this. Which, of course, increased his attractiveness. He was a student who lived in digs a couple of doors down from me, boarding with an eccentric and crotchety old lady who had taken on four lodgers at the start of the year but had thrown three of them out for various, mostly imaginary offences. Only Jamie remained, and his sweet nature had managed to charm the notorious Mrs Grady, who alternately fussed after him and made his life misery by insisting on laborious chores.
We used to see him at the bus stop on our way into town and tried to engage him in conversation. Faced by two women he went to pieces, blushing and stumbling over his words, looking around him as though seeking an escape route. Underneath the callow inarticulacy, though, we could see a keen intelligence and ready wit, so, whether he liked it or not, we continued to press him and gradually got to know him better.
This is where Ruth came into her own. She had spotted her target and was now homing in on him. While impressed with her skill in accomplishing it, I was rather jealous that this youth was getting all the attention, and I feared I might be discarded as last year's model. I needn't have feared of course. It was clear that she intended to have Jamie, but she went out of her way to indicate that I was part of her plans too.
As he became more familiar with us he began to emerge from his shell, and his wit and intelligence began to shine. Although still shy and diffident, his confidence increased measurably. He began to share his interests, displaying an impressive knowledge of literature and a keen appreciation of the arts. Despite his articulacy, though, he took pains not to contradict anything we said, for fear of provoking an argument. Ruth decided it was time to move on to the next phase in his development and invited him round for a meal. This fazed him somewhat because, while talking to women at a bus stop was now within his gift, a formal situation like a dinner party was virgin territory. With much cajoling he agreed, however, and we set about creating a meal to remember.
The evening went splendidly. Jamie was very tense, and it was clear that he was expecting, with equal measures excitement and dread, that we were going to rip his clothes off him and roger him rigid. We had no such plans, of course; it was too early for that. He wasn't ready yet, not confident or mature enough to relax, not yet able to participate as an equal. Once he realised this was not part of the agenda he relaxed and took the evening in his stride. It was when, after midnight and several bottles of wine, he took issue with Ruth's dismissal of Albert Camus as a miserabilist and phony, launching into an impassioned defence of a "principled humanitarian", that we knew he was developing apace.
A couple of months went by and it was obvious that Jamie was developing a crush on Ruth and, I wryly and rather proudly noticed, on me as well: attraction by association, I thought. This had the effect of retarding his progress a touch, of course, because, as we all do, he became tongue-tied and anxious with the objects of his desire. Three or four more dinner parties came and went, and they became a regular event.
That Friday was another of our parties. Jamie came round, prompt as ever, at eight o'clock, bearing wine, which was normal, and flowers, which weren't. "For two lovely women and good friends," he said, rather awkwardly. I laughed and kissed his cheek, the first time either of us had done so. I spared his blushes by rushing to get a vase for the flowers and gave it pride of place on the dinner table.
Although ostensibly just a normal evening, I sensed a frisson of tension that night, an undercurrent of anticipation. All of us were on good form, and the conversation was sparky and brisk. I guess what I mean is that there was a flirtatious edge to the proceedings which wasn't usually there, a feeling that we were stalking, circling one another, marking out our territory. As the evening wore on it became obvious to me that this was the moment. Whether the moment created itself or we created the moment I do not know. Certainly, I had no thought before the evening started that it would be anything but one of our regular parties and Ruth, afterwards, said the same.
Meal over, we settled down with our wine. Jamie and I sunk into the settee and Ruth sat leaning against it, resting casually between us. Gradually she began to stroke my leg, running her long, delicate fingers up and down my calf. We didn't generally show any sign of affection in front of Jamie and I glanced at him to gauge his reaction. He was a bit pink in the face, and was pretending not to have noticed. As Ruth's hand reached upwards, fondling my knee, sliding sensuously under my skirt and onto my thighs, he couldn't maintain the pretence any longer.
"Did you know that Harriet and I are lovers, Jamie?" Ruth asked.
"Well, I didn't know for sure. I kind of wondered," he replied at last, his chubby cheeks bright red.
"Does it bother you?" she asked. He replied no, it didn't, and Ruth smiled. "Good," she continued. She hooked her left arm behind my knee and stroked it, then did the same with Jamie, her right hand caressing his muscular leg. He wiggled uncomfortably, trying to hide the erection which I could see already formed. Ruth continued talking, telling him how long she and I had been together and how we had first met. Jamie politely nodded but it was clear he wasn't concentrating. I longed to reach out and touch him, comfort him,but I didn't want to break the spell. Ruth had trapped her prey and was about to swoop.
She turned, leaned her side against the settee and looked up at Jamie. Casually, she drew her left hand upwards, over his knee, and started to draw circles on his inner thigh with her index finger.
"Have you ever thought about us? Sexually, I mean?" Her fingernails were dragging gently on the material of his trousers, and she lowered her palm so that it rested on his thigh. She began to rub her palm against him in tiny circles, starting near the knee and gradually working upwards. Huskily, Jamie admitted that he had.Ruth smiled a wicked grin, mixing satisfaction, delight and anticipation. She leaped up and squeezed herself next to Jamie, sandwiching him between us. She drew his face to her and kissed him tenderly on the lips, barely making contact, more of a sigh than a kiss. Her hand fell from his face and rested on his chest as she cradled her head on his shoulder. I took this as my cue and lay my hand on his thigh, copying the circles that Ruth had drawn.
Ruth leant down and cupped his crotch in her hand. "You're very stiff," she murmured, "Isn't it a bit uncomfortable in those clothes?" Without waiting for an answer she eased the zip down, undid the button and slid her hand inside. Jamie gasped as Ruth fondled him through his underpants, stroking his length. She flicked her wrist upwards and wormed her fingers into his pants. I saw her grasp him in her hand and squeeze gently, and then his cock sprung free. A beautiful, circumcised penis, clasped in the hand of my lover, appeared before me. It was a rich, dark pink, very hard, and a drop of pre-cum had already formed. I sat up and took his face in my hands, placing my lips on his, probing with my tongue. He was very nervous and I had to force my tongue between his lips, but once I did his jaw relaxed and I felt his tongue reach out for mine. We joined in a passionate kiss, our teeth clashing, our tongues intermingled, lips unbreakably bonded. With my left hand I began to unbutton his shirt, stopping at each button, reaching inwards and stroking his chest.
Ruth, meanwhile, had divested herself of her clothing, while still floating kisses on Jamie. She was draping herself over his lower body, aware that the feel of her flesh on his would be driving him wild. She moved from side to side so that her breasts were dragging over his legs. I felt her tug at the zip of my skirt and slide it down my legs. I pulled my panties over my bum and Ruth slid those, too, downwards, planting a delicious kiss on me as she did so.
"I guess you're going to want to come pretty soon," she said to Jamie, and he nodded, embarrassed. "No problem, we've got all night," she replied and bent down to his cock. She kissed the tip, licking away the pre-cum, and took it gently into her mouth. Jamie gasped and tensed as Ruth began to suck on his cock. She slid her hand around the base and squeezed, then began rubbing it up and down. Bobbing her head back and forwards, she took more and more of his cock into her mouth, her lips sliding against his purple head. Jamie let out a huge sigh and I knew he was about to come. I stroked his chest as I watched his pelvis thrust and his knees tremble. Holding his cock firmly, Ruth sucked in deeply, her cheeks drawn, and Jamie let out a cry as he came into her mouth. It went on for a few seconds, spasms pulsing through his body as the jet streamed into Ruth's mouth. She continued to pull at his cock until he was spent, and kept her mouth wrapped around it until his breathing slowed and he began to wilt.
"Hmmm," she grinned, "now we can get started." She reached up and kissed me, giving me a taste of Jamie's freshly despatched juices.
On to next story: Still seducing Jamie
