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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