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This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in locations
where it is legal.  If it is illegal in your location, don't read it!
This work is copyrighted.  Reposting or any other use is strictly
prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright
holder.  E-mail me, I'll probably give you permission.  I just want to
know and control where it is posted.  This story may be posted as part
of a review or to free-access, non-commercial archive sites.

My thanks to Ruthie for her proofreading and suggestions.  Any errors
you find are my fault not hers.

Tell me what you liked, or didn't like.  Please!

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Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades


This was one way I could thank Ruthie for everything she's done for
me.  She asked me to write her a story.  She decided she'd like to
share it with all of you.



Ruthie's Smile


"Look Chris, I appreciate what you're trying to do but I am not going
out on a blind date," I insisted. I was in my office and trying to
keep my annoyance in check.

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "Yes, John, you are. You
need to get over Lisa, get on with your life. She'd be the first to
tell you that, and you know it." I hate it when my sister decides to
do something for my own good. Chris is a world-class meddler, as well
as my sister; the combination of the two made her a giant pain in the
ass right now.

"Forget it, Chris. I just don't have it in me right now," I replied,
clearly eager to conclude the conversation.

Lisa had been my wife, the mother of my children, and the light of my
life. Cancer took her from me two years ago and I still hadn't gotten
over it.  A blind date for Christ's sake. I haven't dated for years. I
wouldn't know what to do, how to act.

"Just be yourself, act normal," she said.  It was as if my sister read
my mind. I hate when she does that. "She's not expecting Don Juan. She
's met you, you know."

"She has? When?"

"At our pool party last year. She asked about you when I saw her last
week, that's how I got the idea to set this up."

"What's her name?"

"Ruth Wallace, but she likes to be called Ruthie."

I searched my memory of the pool party. I met a lot of people there
and, truth be told, I'm not very good with names. I couldn't dredge up
a Ruth, or a Ruthie. "Call her up and tell her I can't make it."

"Can't do it, John, your kids are already all excited about spending
the night over here, Cal's taken care of the dinner at that Italian
place on Main, and I set you up with Ruthie. She knows where to meet
you - 6:30, John. You'll just have to go and hate every minute of it."

"I don't have to do anything," I snapped.

"Look, little brother, we've had enough! All of us are sorry about
Lisa; she was a wonderful person. Since she's been gone all you've
done is mourn. Two years is long enough. You have to start living your
life again. Your kids deserve a father who isn't always moping; they
need to see some happiness out of you. You need it too, but you're
just too goddamn stubborn to do something about it. Well we did, and
by God, if I have to drag you into that restaurant by the ear, I will!
So what's it going to be, you going willingly, or do I drag you?"

"But Chris, a blind date?" I moaned.

I could almost see her smile, she knew she had won. "Yes, a blind
date. Now go home and get changed. You have fun tonight."

I grumbled the whole way home, grumbled while I took a shower, and
grumbled some more while I got dressed. I didn't care what Chris said,
I was going to make nice with Ruth, have dinner, and come home. I'd
show her. I knew Chris, I'd lived with her for eighteen years of my
life; right now I knew she was sitting at home smiling smugly because
she thought she'd pulled one over on me. Well two can play that game.

I adjusted my tie in the mirror over the sink. Combed my hair. I was
as presentable as I was going to get. I grabbed my suit jacket and
headed out the door.

I played through meeting Ruth in my mind as I drove to the restaurant.
"Ruth, it's nice to meet you. I'm sorry my sister put you through
this. Let's have dinner, after all it's paid for, and we'll call it a
night." No, that's kind of standoffish, I can do better than that.
"Hi, Ruth, pleased to meet you. I haven't had much practice at this. I
hope you'll forgive my lack of social graces." God, that's snooty as
hell. I turned into the parking lot for the restaurant. "Fuck it, I'll
just wing it," I thought.

I parked the car and went inside Angelo's. It's a fairly new
restaurant, Italian cuisine. The maitre d' greeted me.

"Hello, sir. May I be of assistance?"

"Yes, you have reservations for Clark."

He consulted his list. "Why yes sir, we do. If you'll follow me."

I followed him as he wound through the restaurant. He stopped in front
of a table. "Your table, sir. Your waiter will be with you shortly."

I wanted to tell him he had made a mistake, but he had already left.
Seated at my table was a woman who would take your breath away. I
stared, gulped air like a fish out of water. She looked at me,
concerned.

"John?" she asked.

I gulped more air. "R-ruthie?" I stuttered. She smiled at me. It was
dazzling. Ruthie's smile lit up her whole face, her greenish-brown
eyes sparkled. She had short blonde hair that was made to have fingers
ran through it. I stood there flummoxed by her beauty.

"Are you going to sit down?" she asked.

"What? Oh, yeah," I said. I sat down. Ruthie offered her hand. I took
it in mine. It was soft and warm; I wanted to hold it forever. "It's
nice to meet you, Ruthie."

"You too, John."

The waiter came over then and saved me from making a complete fool of
myself. He introduced himself, gave us menus, and then left. I studied
my menu while making occasional glances over the top of it to study
Ruthie. God, she was gorgeous. The kind of woman you dream of meeting
some day. She had a presence about her, a confident grace that let you
know she could handle herself and whatever life handed her. She caught
me glancing at her and lowered her menu smiling at me. I had to glance
down at my menu. Ruthie's smile would have turned me into a puddle in
my seat.

"What are you having?" she asked softly.

I looked back up at her. I picked the first thing I could remember.
"Linguini with clam sauce," I told her.

"Hmm, that sounds interesting. I think I'll have the chicken
fettuccine."

"That sounds good." I searched my memory, what wine goes with chicken?
Hell, I had no clue. "Do you know what wine goes with what we
 ordered?" I asked.

"I have absolutely no idea," she laughed.

I relaxed a little. The waiter came back; we ordered salads and our
meal. The waiter suggested Pinot Grigio for the wine, so we ordered
that.  I took a drink of water and placed my hand on the table. Ruthie
reached across and laid her hand softly on mine.

"I'm sorry about Lisa," she said.

God, Lisa, from the moment I had met Ruthie I hadn't thought of her
once. I felt guilty, like I had cheated on her. "It's hard to let go,"
I said.

"I know, I have the same problem."

"You do? I'm sorry, I didn't know. What happened?"

"Too much work, too much stress. He didn't take care of himself, and
then one day on the freeway, as he was driving to work, he had a heart
attack. Frank's car hit a bridge abutment. They told me that if the
heart attack hadn't killed him, the crash would have. He kissed me
that morning; told me he loved me, and walked out the door. Fifteen
minutes later he was dead." Tears welled in her sad eyes. She picked
up her napkin and dabbed at them. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"It's Ok," I said. "Lisa had cervical cancer. By the time they
discovered it, it had spread. We tried everything, chemo, radiation,
the works. Nothing stopped it. It just ate her up. God, it was so hard
to see her just wasting away," I murmured.  I could feel tears of my
own forming in my eyes. The waiter must have thought we were nuts,
sitting there misty-eyed, as he served us our salads.

We talked as we ate. She told me about her life with Frank. I told her
about Lisa and our two kids.   She said I was lucky, that she and
Frank had tried but couldn't have children.  It was nice to have
someone to talk to who knew what you were going through. The meal was
delicious, the company even better. We ordered desert, lingered over
coffee. Neither of us wanted to go. She had to use the restroom. I
signed the check and waited for her to come back. When she came back,
we both knew it was time to leave. We strolled outside. The air was
cool, with a touch of dampness.

"I had a good time," I said.

"Me, too," she said. She stepped toward me, pressing the softness of
her slender body against me. Her soft full lips brushed lightly
against mine. She pressed something in my hand. "Thanks, call me," she
said. I looked down; she had given me her phone number.

"I will," I told her. She smiled at me. Ruthie's smile left me weak,
unable to move, as I watched her walk to her car and drive away. I
shook myself out of my stupor, walked to my car, and drove home.

The house was empty without the kids. I undressed, hung up my clothes,
and got in bed. I lay there unable to sleep, replaying the evening in
my mind.  I could still feel the warmth of her body in my arms, taste
her lips where they had pressed against mine. I could see her smile
when I told her I would call her. It was as dazzling and brilliant in
my mind as it had been there in the parking lot. Eventually I fell
into a fitful sleep.

I awoke the next morning to the sun streaming in the window. Memories
of last night played across my brain. I knew I needed to see her
again. I decided to wait a while before I called her. I didn't want to
seem overeager. By ten o'clock, I was pacing the living room, staring
at the phone. I couldn't hold back any longer. I picked up the phone,
looked at the slip of paper Ruthie had handed me, and dialed her
number. She answered after the first ring.

"Hello?" God her voice sounded good.

"Ruthie, it's John."

"Hi," she said, a little breathless.

"I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

"No, I've just been waiting for you to call."

I laughed. "I've been waiting since eight to call."

She laughed. It had a little breathless quality to it that made me
want to hear it again and again. "I guess we're two of a kind," she
said.

"I guess so. Would you like to go out tonight?"

"I'd rather not," she said. Disappointment welled up in me. "I was
thinking that maybe you would like to come over here and I could cook
us dinner. I'm not much for going out on the town."

"Sure, I'd love to."

"What would you like to eat."

"I'm kind of partial to steak and potatoes, myself."

"I can do that," she laughed again.

"What time do you want me?"

"Say about seven?"

"That's fine, what's the dress?"

"Casual's fine, I'll just be wearing blue jeans and a blouse."

"Jeans it is. Uh, how do I get there?

She gave me directions and I jotted them down on the pad beside the
phone.

"See you at seven."

"See you then," she said and hung up the phone.

I hung up my phone. I was elated. I'd get to see Ruthie again tonight.
There was only one damper on my enthusiasm and I needed to deal with
it now. I picked up the phone and called Chris.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Chris, it's John."

"Hi yourself, we were just about to pack up the kids and bring them
home. Did you have a good time last night?"

"Yeah, listen I need to ask you for a favor."

"You did!" There was no mistaking the smugness in her voice. God, I
hated it when she did that. "What sort of favor, little brother?"

I had to do it; it was time to eat crow. "I have a date with Ruthie
tonight, could you keep the kids for another day?"

"Sure." I could see her cheshire cat grin through the phone. "But you
owe me." God, smug and I owed her too. Sisters are such a pain in the
ass. "Have a good time tonight. I expect a full report," she trilled.
Yeah, like that was going to happen.

"Thanks, Sis."

"You're welcome." She hung up the phone and I dropped mine back in the
cradle.

Without the kids around time just seemed to drag. I did a couple of
chores, some laundry, and generally tried to occupy my time until it
was time to go over to Ruthie's. By six I couldn't stand it any longer
and I took a shower. I shaved and primped, combing my hair about a
dozen times. At six-thirty I had nothing left to do. I sat in a chair,
stared at the clock, willing time to move faster. It didn't work, time
seemed to slow down, but eventually it was quarter 'til seven and it
was time to go.

I hopped in the car and drove to Ruthie's, arriving a couple of
minutes early. I rang the bell. I could hear footsteps as Ruthie
approached. She opened the door and smiled at me. Ruthie's smile
welcomed me and made me feel at home.

"Hi," she said, stepping aside to let me into her house.

"Hi."

She stepped toward me, pressed against me. Her head tilted back and
our lips came together. Her lips were slightly parted, inviting the
kiss to go deeper. I held her there, my hand gently cupping her head,
my fingers playing through her soft golden hair. Each spot where her
body touched mine sent tiny little thrills throughout me. I was on
sensory overload, and I loved it. I held the kiss, our lips moved
against each other. I could feel the softness of her breasts where
they pressed against me. Eventually oxygen deprivation won, and we
broke apart, each of us gasping for air.

"Wow!" we said in unison, and laughed.

She took my hand, led me to the dining room. "Come on, let's eat our
salads. The steaks will be ready soon."

The table was set nicely. Ruthie had lit candles, and the lights were
dim, casting a romantic glow in the room. We sat down and dug into our
salads. Ruthie got up and brought back the steaks and potatoes. We ate
silently. Every now and then she would flash me a coy little smile.
When we finished, she got up and turned on the stereo. Soft romantic
music filled the house. She walked over to me.

"Would you like to dance with me?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied. I took her hand; she led me into the living
room. She stepped against me and I held her in my arms, slowly swaying
to the music. We fit perfectly, her head leaned against my chest, my
cheek rested against the top of her head. I could smell her shampoo
and got lost in the scent.

Two years of celibacy had taken its toll on my self-control and I felt
myself hardening in my jeans. Ruthie's body rubbed against mine
slowly, sensually. She leaned her head back and I kissed her lips. I
traced her soft lips with the tip of my tongue. She moaned a little
and pressed herself tighter against me. I captured her bottom lip in
mine, dragged my teeth across it. I released her lip, my tongue slid
just inside her mouth, tracing the front of her teeth. I could feel
both of us trembling. We had stopped dancing. I caressed her back, my
hand sliding easily over the softness of her blouse. My hands slid
lower, cupping the cheeks of her butt and pulling her tight against
me. Our groins ground together in a circular motion. We sighed into
each other's mouths and broke our kiss.

Ruthie stepped back, her greenish-brown eyes, hazy with lust, held
mine. Her fingers worked the buttons on her blouse, the material
parting inch by inch as each button was undone. She tugged the hem out
of her jeans and let her arms fall to her sides. Her blouse slid
slowly down her arms and puddled on the floor. Her hands reached
behind her back and released the catch on her bra. She slid the straps
off her shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor to join her
blouse. Her breasts were beautiful and perfect. I stood there in awe,
my mouth watered. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulled it over my
head.

She stepped back against me and sighed as our skin melded together.
Her breasts pressed against the bottom of my ribs. I could feel the
hardness of her nipples. I held her there, stroking her bare back,
caressing her arms and sides. Both of us shivered, though neither of
us was cold.

"Come on," she said tugging at my arm. I followed her back the hall to
her bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and I followed suit. I stepped
on the ends of my socks and slid them off my feet. I watched Ruthie as
she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them slowly down her legs. She
dropped them then hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them
slowly over her hips. They slid down her legs to join her jeans and
she stepped out of both. She smiled at me as I stared at her naked
beauty. Ruthie's smile promised untold delights if I joined her.

I hurriedly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them and
my underwear down my legs. I stepped out of them and walked over to
Ruthie, my cock bouncing with each step. Our bodies pressed together
as I gently cupped her breasts. I stroked them softly, tenderly. My
fingers teased lightly around her nipples as they hardened further. I
bent down and captured her nipple in my mouth while I teased the other
with my finger. I sucked it softly; my tongue swirled around it. I
could taste the salt of her perspiration and the sweetness of her
perfume. I worshipped her breast with my tongue, planted soft kisses
all around her nipple. Ruthie moaned, her hands held my head to her
breast, her fingers stroked through my hair.

I released her breast, guided her to the bed. We climbed on to the
bed, lying on our sides. Her hands glided over my chest, teasing at my
nipples, testing the firmness of the muscle. My hand stroked her side,
slid over the perfect globe of her ass, stroked her legs. My other
hand cupped her chin, brought her lips to mine. Her tongue traced my
lips, slid into my mouth, and fluttered against my tongue. Her hand
slid down my chest, across my stomach. Her fingers scratched lightly
at my pubic hair, then slid around my cock to cup my balls. She
squeezed them gently, then slid her hand up my shaft and wrapped her
fingers around me. Her hand pumped me slowly, gliding up and down my
length.

She broke our kiss; her finger captured a drop of my pre-come and
brought it to her lips. She tasted me, smiling at me. She kissed my
chest, slid down my body, planting soft kisses across my stomach. Her
hand grasped the base of my cock, brought it to her lips. Her tongue
fluttered against the head then licked around it. I moaned lost in the
sensations. My hips bucked slightly. She kissed the tip then slid her
lips slowly over the head, taking me into her mouth. The heat was
overwhelming. Her tongue circled around the head, as she bobbed slowly
up and down my shaft. I felt my balls tightening as I prepared to
come. "Ruthie," I moaned. She stopped moving, looked up at me sweetly.
Her tongue flicked the head and I bucked. I could hear her giggle
muffled by my cock in her mouth. She stared at me, daring me to relax.
As she felt me relax, she bobbed rapidly, her tongue fluttering madly.
I didn't stand a chance. I came in thick spurts. My fingers twined in
her hair, holding her there while I groaned and thrashed at my
release. I collapsed into the softness of the bed, released my hold on
her head. She slid up my body, kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled
her head firmly to mine, my tongue slid into her mouth. I could taste
the remnants of my orgasm as I chased her tongue around her mouth.

I broke the kiss. "My turn," I growled. I slid between her legs.
Kissing the inside of her thighs, sucking the skin into my mouth and
nipping lightly. I could smell her arousal, the heavy musk that
attracted me like a bee to pollen. The lips of her pussy were wet with
her excitement and I traced my tongue over them, lightly licking them.
I savored the sweet taste of her as I teased her lips open with the
tip of my tongue. I ran my tongue more heavily through her lips,
lapping at the soft pinkness within. I flattened my tongue and dragged
it from the bottom of her furrow to the top. I could hear Ruthie's
gasp as my tongue rode over her clit. I licked around her clit, my
circles getting smaller and smaller. Ruthie's hips bucked against my
face, chased my tongue, making small circles in the air. I sucked her
clit into my mouth and attacked it with my tongue as Ruthie's back
arched and she cried out her orgasm. I released her clit, my tongue
continued to trace through the folds of her cunt, allowing her to come
down slightly from her orgasm. I slid a finger inside her, her hips
bucked again, as she reached her valley and started the long slow
climb to orgasm.

I slid another finger inside her, fluttered them inside her velvet
walls. My tongue lapped around my fingers, drinking the fluids that
escaped. I pumped my fingers slowly in and out of her, adding a third
finger as she loosened. My fingers pumped faster. I looked up at her.
Her eyes were shut tightly, her lower lip captured under her teeth.
Her breathing was short and rapid as I worked in and out of her. My
tongue searched out her clit, slowly sliding across it from side to
side. I could feel her muscles tightening, the soft walls of her pussy
quivering against my fingers. I slid my third finger out of her and
tapped it against her anus. Her hips bucked harder against my face. My
finger traced around her anus slowly, teasing at the opening, my
tongue flicked rapidly at her clit. She was moaning constantly while
she raced toward orgasm. My fingers stroked against the top of her
cunt, searching for her spot, rubbing it lightly. My other finger
breached the opening of her anus, slid slowly inside her ass. I sucked
her clit into my mouth, whipped it with the tip of my tongue as she
raced over the cliff and came. I rode her through her orgasm, my
fingers pumping in and out of her. Her fingers were twined in my hair,
alternating from pulling me tighter against her pussy and trying to
push me away. I backed off, lapping lightly, each touch of my tongue
causing her to buck against my face. I rested my head against her
mound, slid my fingers out of her. I listened to her breathing. Rapid
gasps at first, then gradually slowing.

She pulled at my hair, laughing softly. I slid up her body, lay beside
her. I kissed her deeply, sharing her taste with her.

"That was wonderful," she said.

"I was trying for delightful."

She laughed.  "It was that, too."

Our hands softly stroked one another.  She found out I was ticklish
under my arms.  I discovered that the back of her knees was her spot.
Our hands never stopped exploring while we kissed.  At first, soft
quick pecks, then later with more passion and urgency.  I could feel
myself getting aroused.  Ruthie felt it too, her hand gripped me,
stroked me lovingly.  Her fingers manipulated me, brought me to
hardness.

"Make love to me," she whispered as she rolled onto her back.

I slid across her, between her thighs.  I grasped my cock, placed it
at her entrance, and slid slowly inside her depths. I pumped slowly,
watching her eyes, seeing the passion well up inside them. I could
feel her squeezing and releasing my cock as it slid in and out of her
cunt. I speeded up my thrusts, ground my hips against her clit. She
moved in time with my motion her hips making small circles around my
cock. I thrust faster; our breath came in ragged gasps now as we both
climbed together. I could feel her body tense underneath me; her cunt
clasped me tightly as I drove deep inside her and erupted, spraying my
semen. I clutched her tightly, held her to my chest as I rolled over
onto my back. I stroked her sides and her back while we both recovered
from our orgasm. She smiled at me. Ruthie's smile was sweet and
tender; it thrilled me to my bones.

We fell asleep like that, me buried inside her, Ruthie lying on my
chest. Sometime during the night we must have rolled over. I awoke to
find Ruthie pressed tightly to me, a smile on her face. I thought it
wouldn't be such a bad thing to wake up each morning to Ruthie's
smile.


END



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