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{ASSM} "I Was Always There For You" {Empath} (MF rom preg?)




Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual activity 
in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors.  Kids?  Try the 
above stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS 
ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at 
your child before you graduate.  Don't rush into 'It' - 
it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks 
around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) 

Disclaimer: In any case, should this find its way into 
minors' hands, I cannot be held responsible - I DID warn 
them.

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Author's Note: I spoke with someone on the phone yesterday 
- his name was "Laite" (rather common out here in 
Newfoundland).  After the phone call, I got to thinking, 
and then this morning I was actually working out dialogue 
in the shower (nothing else to think about) tweaking events 
until I got to the typical 'Empath' romance-story. :)

UPDATE: Guess what - Erato just dropped off a midstream 
twist to the ending; big surprise, huh?  Just once I'd like 
to write a story start to finish without major changes 
occurring halfway through! ;)  

(And no, I'm not *really* complaining.  Dancer will tell 
you I just like to gripe; I'm a *young* curmudgeon, still 
earning his cane. :)

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I Was Always There For You
By Empath
Copyright, 2001
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<BZZZT>

I hit the talk button.  "Yeah?"

"Josh?  It's me - can I come up to talk?"  Ruth, my 
longtime friend, probably here to gloat about her latest 
sexual adventure.  I sighed and replied by buzzing the 
door.

Opening the door for her, I was confronted with a virtual 
stranger.  Instead of the cute, effervescent, chipper - and 
usually freshly fucked - young woman who would breeze into 
my off-campus apartment, this lass was downcast and 
despondent, almost on the verge of tears.

"I'm late," she said.

"You're not getting me with that old joke, Ruth - I know 
your name," I retorted.  Hey, I'm sorry, but that's her 
name - RUTH LAITE.  She's been teased about it since 
childhood, and she always took it with good humor.  "Oh, 
you mean time - yeah, you're usually here the night before 
this," it was Sunday morning, "but I guess that just means 
Greg or whoever your latest is let you sleep over."

This time, I blew it.  "Fuck you, you dickhead - I've 
missed two periods; I think I'm PREGNANT!"  She shoved me 
back into the hall and stormed past to flop on the couch.

As I sat next to her and put a comforting arm around her 
shoulders, she began to cry - her reserves of calm all used 
up.  "I'm sorry, hon - I didn't...I - are you sure?"

"NO!" she wailed, dropping her face into her hands.  "I 
went to the clinic yesterday but they said they couldn't do 
any tests until I was three months late."

"Did you try one of those take-at-home pregnancy tests?"

"Josh - remember who you're talking to; I can't make litmus 
paper work!"

I nodded in agreement; in our freshman year, Ruth and I 
shared a Chemistry class.  I wasn't her lab partner - thank 
heavens - but I knew what trouble she had with practical 
experimentation.  Her precipitates wouldn't, her acids were 
as strong as pure water, and she was the only person the 
lab administrator knew who actually took a stock alkaline 
solution, dipped a blue litmus strip in it and it came out 
PINK, signifying *acidity*.  

It wasn't because she was sloppy, or forgetful; I'd stayed 
after one lab session with her and the admin to watch her 
closely as she did one particular procedure perfectly...and 
still got no blue crystals to come out of solution.  Ruth 
was just simply jinxed with experiments.  

I tried a joke to break her despair.  "Good point; those 
plus/minus ones would be fun - you'd probably get a 
division symbol."

Because her face was still covered, I couldn't tell whether 
her shoulders were shaking from silent sobs or silent 
laughter, whether my jest worked or backfired.  When she 
leaned back and gave me a cheek-splitting grin I could 
breathe again.

She tried to talk but giggles kept interrupting her.  "Oh!  
Oh, no - no - I'd...I'd get a...star - that 
asterisk...thingy!"  We both laughed for a moment, Ruth 
hugging me close and encouraging my arms to hold her.  
"Pink or blue?" I asked.

"PURPLE!" she retorted, her eyes screwed up, her dimples 
clearly displayed and her body jiggling from uncontrollable 
laughter.

"Oh...god...oh, thank you...thank you, Josh.  You always 
know what to say to cheer me up."  She squeezed me for a 
second, her smiling face pressed to my shoulder.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, Ruthie.  I don't like to 
see my friends in tears."  She sat back and looked at me 
with a fairly neutral expression.  Her cheeks were red from 
crying, but there was still a hint of a smile around the 
corners of her mouth, and her eyes glinted from something 
other than tears.

"So," I began, "do you have a guy in mind?"

"Greg, obviously - he was the only guy I was with back 
then...or even now."

"Yeah, I'd been wondering what happened - I haven't heard 
from you in ages."

"Nothing to tell you about, you voyeur - Greg was a steady 
for like three months."

"Yeah, I noticed you told me his was the only dick you were 
sucking."

Ruth gave me an uncertain look.  "Josh.  Has this been bad 
for you?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, me coming over here to clean up after having sex, 
and telling you about everything I did - did it upset you?"

This was a first - Ruthie never gave a damn what I felt.  
One time I threatened to pitch her off the balcony if she 
wouldn't stop gushing about the 'huge ten-inch wonder worm' 
she'd managed to get inside her, but she kept on describing 
how it felt through the bathroom door at me anyway.  We'd 
been friends from grade school, and I never begrudged her 
this eccentricity.  It also gave me some decent fantasies 
to jack off to when I was sans girlfriend.

I took a moment to think carefully before answering.  "Not 
always - most of the time it was a nice turn-on to hear 
about how my sexy friend got laid.

"Sometimes, it worried me, though.  When you talked about 
the guy being rough with you, or being selfish.  And the 
boyfriends you've had who have dicked around on you, or 
mistreated you - they almost hurt me as much as they hurt 
you.  I care a lot for my friends - especially this one."  
I gave her a one-armed hug, and she blinked several times 
while she smiled at me.

"All in all, no - I don't think it upset me too much...once 
I got used to the idea!  I like to hear how Ruthie Laite is 
getting fucked, and I hope it continues."

"Aw, Josh.  You're such a good friend."

"Only as good as you deserve, hon.  You've helped me out 
more than once."

"Oh, god - you mean Gina, don't you?"  

I nodded.

           *           *           *           *

Gina was a girl that I'd met at a mixer on campus almost 
two years ago when we were still freshmen.  She latched 
onto me like a limpet, dancing with me whenever I got 
anywhere near the dance floor, hanging around me when I was 
off, getting me drinks; the whole ten yards.

I'd asked her out a couple of times, and it was okay - she 
seemed a little desperate, though.  Almost *obsessed* with 
me (god only knows why) - to the point of meeting for lunch 
every day.  

Soon enough Gina was beginning to be a pest; I'd stopped 
calling her, avoided the cafeterias at lunchtime, and even 
moved off-campus to this place (only Ruth and the two most 
loyal of our mutual friends knew about it - I always went 
to a girlfriend's place if possible).  But Gina just 
wouldn't leave me alone.

Then 'Ravaging Ruthie' came to the rescue.  We were at the 
campus bar celebrating the end of our first term with a 
bunch of friends, and Gina came in and made a beeline right 
for me.  I tried to tactfully explain to her that I didn't 
want to see her anymore, but it was like she wasn't 
listening.

Finally Ruth had had enough.  She bolted upright, looking 
angrier than I'd ever seen her - even the one time she lost 
her temper over the "You're late, Miss Laite" we all teased 
her with at one time or another.  She'd decked Kyle Thomas 
for badgering her for a half-hour in the junior high 
cafeteria.  

Then, she broke Kyle's nose and got a month's detention.  
Now, I feared for Gina's life and Ruth's freedom.

She grabbed the other girl by the arm and frog-marched her 
off to the ladies' room.  I was tempted to ask one of the 
female members of our party to go keep an eye on them, but 
before I could phrase the request, Gina came out and walked 
up to me slowly.

She looked unhurt, physically - but she was on the verge of 
crying.  "Joshua, I've been told that you're not interested 
in me - you don't want to date me, or..."

"I'm sorry Gina, but no; after the second date, I just 
thought we...weren't..." I shrugged.

She nodded.  "I'm sorry, Josh.  I didn't...I thought if I 
kept trying...I didn't want to annoy you though."

"I hope you find someone nice who deserves you, Gina."

I'll say this; I've never dumped a girl and let her walk 
away feeling bad; she smiled.  "Thank you.  Good bye, 
Josh."

"Bye."

She walked off to another part of the bar, and Ruth slipped 
back to her seat.  "There; glad that's finally over."

"What the hell did you say to her?"

"The truth - how you didn't want her attentions for the 
last three months.  You really have to be firmer with 
people, or they're going to walk all over you, boy."

"You didn't..."

She shrugged.  "I slapped her once to get her to actually 
LISTEN to me."  Then she looked furtive as everyone crowded 
in close to hear.  "And I warned her if she pestered my 
lover, I'd claw her tits off."  The group burst out in 
laughter.  "Of course, I meant Kev here," Ruth admitted, 
patting her actual boyfriend on the thigh, "but I figured 
that would be more convincing than 'leave my buddy alone 
or...'"

I smiled in thanks and admiration.  I took Ruth's free 
hand, and gave it a gallant and very grateful kiss.

           *           *           *           *

"Yep, I still have to thank you for that, Ruth - maybe some 
day I'll think up a good way to do so."

"Don't - friends don't keep score."

I agreed with her, and gave her another hug.  "On the 
subject of girlfriends, Josh - you seeing anyone nowadays?  
I haven't been in touch, after all; wanna catch up on any 
news."

"News?  This is the monk you're talking about - Amy was my 
last serious girlfriend, and you know all about her."

"Nobody now?"

"I don't think so."

Ruth looked at me funny.  "What do you mean 'don't think'?  
Either you have one or you don't!"

I looked her right in the eye and said "Gina."

She gave me an equally deadpan expression in return.  "You 
*DID* have her as a girlfriend - you just didn't WANT that 
girlfriend!"

We broke our stares and laughed.  "Okay, you win.  There's 
this girl in my Medieval History class.  She's cute and 
nice, and we've talked a few times.  It's just too soon - 
neither of us have made a move yet."

Ruth rolled her eyes.  "Medieval History - that's 
appropriate for a slow-mover like you!"

"Oh, come on!  Not everyone goes through the dating stock 
like a piranha."

"Spoken like a pork chop."  Ruth was referring to our 
relationship of long ago.

I took the opportunity to act smug.  "Yes, that's another 
reason I don't mind you recounting your exploits - I've got 
something over on all these studs; I was this little 
vixen's first."  I kissed the tip of her nose to rub it in.

She didn't pout, get huffy or anything else I expected - I 
was dreading the comeback "but not my best" and thankfully 
was spared that barb.  She just smiled and stroked my 
cheek.  "Thank you, Josh.  For everything - you let me 
experiment.  And when I didn't want to, you stopped - no 
pushing for a relationship-"

"We had and still have a relationship, Ruthie - we're 
friends.  And to be honest, it was getting a little weird 
for me as well.  It was the most fun I'd ever had in a 
week, but..." I shrugged.

Ruth thanked me again, and hugged me low around my torso.  
I heard her voice croak out from around my navel.  "Josh?  
I haven't seen or heard from Greg in three weeks."

"What?  You dumped him?  Or did he-"

"No, no - nothing overt.  We just kinda drifted apart; I 
think my missing my first period made me a little weird and 
he felt it - I didn't tell him.  Then he just stopped 
calling me; I was too preoccupied to worry too much about 
it."  Her arms pulled against my back.  "But, Josh, what if 
I can't find him?  Or he wants nothing to do with me?"

"Ruthie, honey - maybe you're not pregnant.  You've missed 
periods before, haven't you?"

"Yes, but never two at once.  Oh, Josh - what if I am and 
Greg doesn't...he..." Ruth was crying now.

I pulled her up to me.  "Look at me.  Ruth?  There's other 
options."

She slowly shook her head.  "I...I couldn't.  This would be 
my baby - I couldn't kill it or give it away."

"Then you'd have to get child support from Greg."

She looked hurt.  "Josh!  It takes more than money to raise 
a child!  And I don't know if I could do it a-alone."  Her 
face fell, and tears fell anew.

And I said it.  "Then I'd help you.  I'll always help you."

She looked at me as if a horn had just sprouted from the 
center of my forehead.  "No...no, Josh - I couldn't ask you 
to do that."

I squeezed her hands.  "You wouldn't have to ask, Ruthie 
darling.  I've never been able to deny you help if I could 
give it.  And I think we both know why."  I looked up and 
faced her, losing myself in her eyes.

She brought a hand to her mouth, bit a knuckle then grabbed 
me in another hug, resting her chin on my shoulder.  "Oh, 
Josh!  I'm so sorry-"

I'd been expecting this; I'd been living with the looming 
possibility of it for almost a decade.  "It's okay, Ruthie 
- I've been coping with unrequited love since we...did it; 
I'm almost used to it now."

"NO!  Josh - I meant I'm sorry I put you through all that!  
I never knew how you felt for me - I didn't want to lose 
you as a friend, and I didn't know what I felt myself.  
Everything we were doing was new, and I...I was scared, 
sort of!"

I was feeling just as overwhelmed as Ruth said she had 
been.  "What...what are you saying?"

She sat back and looked down shamefully.  "Josh.  I'm 
sorry, but I've lied to you.  I'm not pregnant."

"What?"

"I haven't seen you in ages because Greg was starting to 
get jealous - he didn't like me leaving to go talk with 
another guy.  So I started staying the night with him."

She looked up at me.  "And three weeks ago I put my foot 
down - I had to see my friend and find out how he was 
doing."

"And torment the hell out of him too, no doubt."

Ruth chewed her lip.  "Oh, Josh - I meant it; I'm sorry if 
I hurt you with all this-"

I held the girl by the shoulders.  "Ruth, relax - I said it 
didn't bother me and it didn't; hell, you know I'd have 
cleaned the cum out of your pussy with my tongue if you 
asked."

"Oh, yeah - but you'd like it, you passive pervert!"  We 
laughed and hugged.

"So, you put your foot down, and..."

"And Greg yelled something at me that stopped me cold: if I 
loved that other guy so much, maybe I should get him to 
fuck me.

"And then he pushed me out the door, telling me to go to 
the man I really loved, and not just wanted to fuck."

"Hold on - he kicked you out of his apartment?"

"I was fully dressed down to my boots and coat - I was 
coming to see you, remember?"

"But you never-"

"I couldn't think straight; I wandered around for awhile, 
then stopped in at a coffee shop and thought for a few 
hours.  Then I went back to the dorm and slept.  

"The next morning I wrote an apology to Greg - he was right 
about everything, of course.  I told him how sorry I was 
that I couldn't give him what he wanted.  But I noticed 
that Vicky Patterson was over her breakup with the rugby 
player and maybe he should give her a call."

"RUTH!  Setting up your ex in the 'Dear John' letter?!?"

"Why not?  I liked - shit, I *still* like Greg a lot, and I 
want to see him happy.  I think that's something I picked 
up from you."  I looked at her uncomprehendingly.  "Joshua 
Andrew Randall, you've had exactly five girlfriends - not 
counting Gina; you never fucked her - since we started 
college.  Without exception - and we can include Gina here 
- every single girl left her relationship with you happy.  
Very few tears and no angry tantrums.  Why?"

I looked at this wonderful woman in my arms; she knew the 
answer to her question - she had a photographic memory for 
conversation, and the key comment was rather memorable.

"Because I knew when I started dating them that it'd never 
go very far...that the one I really loved wasn't the girl I 
was dating.  I...I had the breakup in mind even before I'd 
ask her out for the first time."

Ruth wiped a tear from my cheek, then kissed her finger.  
"And that's why you only had a few girlfriends while I went 
through dozens of boyfriends - I didn't know that I'd never 
find what I was looking for.  At least on a conscious level 
I didn't know, I think."

"How so?"

"Why did I always come here afterwards?  Because part of me 
knew that the guy I'd slept with wasn't you, and that 
subconscious me knew you were here."

I pulled Ruth to me, one hand just above her ass, the other 
behind her shoulders, and we kissed.

It was perfect.  She was right - each of us had been 
looking for this, and to some extent neither of us had 
known where to find it.

We pressed our bodies together as our tongues tussled.  I 
caressed her head, and she massaged my back.  I could feel 
her arousal - even through that heavy, woolen coat she 
never bothered to take off, I could tell her nipples were 
getting hard.  Perhaps it was because my cock was coming to 
attention.

We stopped to breathe, and Ruth told me "Josh, I love you, 
and I'm sorry I've been so *Laite* in realizing it," with a 
smile.  

I chuckled and hugged her around the hips, putting my head 
against her belly.  "Ruthie, darling - just hearing you say 
that has made all this pining for you worthwhile."

"Oh, good - then I can leave-"

I growled and cupped her ass with my hands.  "You ain't 
goin' nowhere, woman!"

"Finally he shows a little backbone!"  Ruth was trying to 
open her coat, so I reluctantly eased my embrace.

"I was only a wimp because you didn't want me; now that I 
know you do, I'll be damned if anyone's pushing me around."

She stopped and looked at me with a nearly tearful smile.  
"Good; I hated to see you get walked all over by your 
girlfriends, our friends - I was ready to KILL Gina for 
what she was putting you through."

"Maybe I was subconsciously getting back at you for 
spurning me?  Passive-aggressively hurting you by hurting 
myself?"

"Oh, jeez - I knew I never should have let you take those 
Psych electives; you've been a real pain pop-analyzing 
everyone since."

I smiled then knelt and hung my head, saying in a mockingly 
meek voice "I'm sorry."

I could just barely see Ruth shake her head and begin to 
unbutton her coat.  "Fine then - if you're gonna analyze, 
let's get Freudian!"  And she whipped off her coat...

...to reveal very little.  Ruth was wearing a white lacy 
bustier, the cups of which failed to cover her large, erect 
nipples.  Her breasts themselves weren't much larger than 
when we fooled around on the cusp of our teenage years, but 
they looked just fine as they were - small yet high on her 
chest and without sag.

The bustier also stopped short of her crotch, and Ruth was 
without panties.  Her mound was clearly visible, as she was 
also sans hair.  Her nether lips pursed together and 
slightly out from her lovely juncture.  

The bustier was connected - through garters that framed 
that tantalizing bare patch of skin - to equally lacy and 
alluring stockings.  I found my eyes following the flowery 
patterns up and down her legs.

I was speechless.  I had knelt in jest, now I knelt in awe.  
Ruth had always been sexy and tempting - even in high 
school - but I'd never imagined she was anything like this.  
This...this was beauty incarnate.  Ruth appeared to me as 
an avatar of feminine allure - a goddess for me to pray to.  
I never had a chance.

Eventually my gaze wandered back to her face, which was 
bright, beaming and pleased.  I imagine she was glad I 
liked her style of dress.  (Mind you, I think even a corpse 
would have gotten up and complimented her.)

I found my voice and stammered "Thhhhh-this is..."

"Something special just for you - I'd have been by a week 
ago, but I had to find the perfect outfit."

I nodded madly.  "Perfect.  Yes.  Perfect.  Perfect.  But 
what if I didn't..."

"If you weren't in love with me?  I don't know - I wouldn't 
have taken my coat off; that's for sure!  I guess I'd go 
out and flash people, probably."

The glamour I was under was dispelled - this was the Ruthie 
I knew and loved!  I squeezed my eyes shut and laughed - a 
deep, booming belly laugh that my beloved couldn't help but 
join in on.  She knelt in front of me and wrapped her arms 
around my neck as we both laughed ourselves out.

When we quieted down, Ruth stared at me.  "Okay, bub - it 
wasn't that funny."

I shook my head.  "It's just that when I looked at you, 
you...you were so - DIFFERENT.  I was mesmerized.  Then you 
made that flashing crack and I knew it was still you 
underneath all this lace-"

"Hey, 'all this lace' isn't that much, and it does nothing 
to keep me warm!"

I stole a glance at her nipples, grinning.  "Right, then - 
we'd better adjourn to the bedroom.  I'll bundle you under 
the quilt and fill you with something nice and warm..."

She shook her head.  "Uh-uh.  This couch; I've slept on it 
enough times, now I want to fuck on it."  She eased her 
lovely form onto the furnishing in question and looked at 
me with heavily-lidded eyes.  "So, ever had any of the five 
here?"

It took me a moment to comprehend her.  "Oh!  Um, no - one 
in the bathtub, another in the kitchen and everyone in the 
bedroom."

"Good, this'll be a first for you...and a last, I hope."  
She grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me toward her.

"Huh?"

"Well, lover," Ruth purred, "now that we've found each 
other, I'm guessing that I'm going to be your last lover, 
as you'll be mine."

I looked at her with such a sense of...well, LOVE.  "Ruth, 
is that a proposal?"

"Well, let's wait until we've consummated our relationship 
- I want to make sure you're still good in the sack."

I sat beside her and took the irresistible opportunity to 
fondle a breast.  "Still good?  Are you saying that your 
first WAS your best?"

She put me in my place with "If I could remember, I 
wouldn't have to go through all this," and pushing me back 
to lie on the couch.  

Once she had me supine, Ruth squatted on my thighs and 
fiddled with the buttons on my jeans.  Opening the fly, she 
was confronted with my boxers.  "Still wearing underwear, I 
see."

"Still not wearing underwear, I see," I rebutted.  "Wasn't 
it cold coming over here like that?"

She was stroking my hard-on through the thin cotton of my 
shorts, distracting me from our repartee.  "Oh yes - the 
occasional wayward gust of wind made it worth all the 
trouble and expense!"  She shivered at the thought, and her 
luscious breasts jiggled just slightly.

Any further rejoinders from me were cut off by Ruth opening 
the fly of my boxers and exposing my cock to the outside 
world.  Her hand felt like heaven, and her expression was 
surprising - she seemed ever so slightly awestruck.  She 
smiled as she stroked my erection and said, "It's good to 
have you back, old friend."  She then hunched down and gave 
me a kiss right on the head...well, *that* head.

"Uh, I'm sorry it's not a ten-inch, prehensile 'wonder 
worm'."

Laughing and looking up at my face as she massaged my 
manhood, my friend and lover asked "So where would you like 
to put this wonderful cock of yours?"

The 'snappy comeback' part of my brain was apparently not 
starved of blood by the attentions being lavished on my 
crotch, so I said "Up Jennifer Lopez's ass?"

Ruth made a face I've learned to love - a scrunched-up 
smiling frown; she then stopped stroking my dick and 
flicked the head with her free hand.

"Okay, okay - jeez, get her horny and this girl has no 
sense of humor."  I confronted myself with the choices.  
"Damn, this is a dilemma - you love giving a starving man a 
menu, don't you?"

"Tick-tock, tick-tock.  Wait much longer and I'll take one 
of the choices off the list..."

Who the hell is supposed to be able to think in these 
circumstances?  "Okay, okay - that kiss earlier felt good, 
I'd like to get my cock into your mouth - I wanna fuck your 
face!"

"Right, I'll keep that in mind for later; right now I'm 
going to shove this hunk of man-meat into my pussy until I 
cum."

"Oh.  Fine.  Thank you; ignore my opinion.  I'm only the 
guy who owns that appendage you're waxing profane about."

Ruth gave me a nasty grin as she rubbed her bare pussy with 
her other hand.  "You think so?  I bet you I can make this 
do my bidding while you can't!"

I pouted and acquiesced.  "No bet; we both know he's got a 
mind of his own and is more interested in girls than boys."  
I added under my breath "the cursed turncoat."

Ruth worked forward a little, gasping as she plunged two 
fingers into herself.  "Here," she said bringing those 
fingers up to my face, "remember this?"  I gladly suckled 
those fingers, savoring the taste of her juices.

"Mmmm, so does he."  I reached up to cradle Ruth's breasts 
in my hands, her nipples poking into the hollows of my 
palms.  Her head tilted back, and she let out a satisfied 
groan.

I fondled her tits, tweaking and rolling her nipples.  
After less time than I expected, she looked me in the eye 
again, with fire burning in hers.  I inhaled slowly and 
felt my mouth curl into a small smile.

Ruth took my hands and placed them on her hips, putting her 
own on the couch's arm for support.  "Put me on that hard 
shank of yours, Josh."  She gasped and looked down at me, 
her eyes glistening.  "I never in my life thought I'd say 
that...I love you."  She dipped down and gave me a sweet 
peck on the cheek.

Once she was sitting up again, I guided her up to hover 
over my erection.  I took one hand away to steady myself, 
and moved the other to the small of her back, my thumb 
nestling in the smooth, soft cleft of her ass.

When my head touched her lips both of us inhaled sharply.  
I looked at her face, and only saw the top of her head - 
she was bent forward to watch 'it' happen.  "Ready, love?" 
I asked.

"Mmmm-hmmm," was her reply, and I felt a hot wet tightness 
slip over the head of my cock.  I forced "I love you, 
Ruthie" out through clenched teeth.  She smiled as she sank 
further onto my dick.  "Honey, you'd love Janet Reno right 
now if she were doing this to you." She worked her hips 
around in a circle, stimulating both of us.  "Wait - oh! - 
wait until tomorrow morning when you see me at my worst."

Once I was fully rooted into her and her ass was resting on 
my body I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her mouth down 
for another kiss.  "Mmmm, love - that's not your worst; 
I've carried you to the bathroom and held your hair back as 
you up-chucked a night's worth of drinks.  And I've held 
you and wiped your face afterwards, darling.  I even 
whispered that I did love you one time like that - low, so 
you didn't hear."

Ruth had stopped her writhing cold, staring at me with our 
faces only an inch apart.  "I did hear it - I just...I 
thought you meant - like..."  A tear dropping onto my cheek 
made me blink and flinch.  "Oh, Josh - I'm sorry."  She 
slipped her arms behind my head and rested her head on my 
collarbone.  "If only I'd know years ago-"

"Woulda, coulda, shoulda, sweetie.  It's okay.  We're 
together now." I held her as she sobbed once or twice.  Her 
mood was infectious - I felt tears welling up in my eyes, 
though this was out of happiness at my dreams finally 
coming true; the love of my life loving me back.

We calmed down, and collected ourselves.  Ruth pushed 
herself back up to a sitting position and rocked her hips 
against mine.  "We'd better finish this - our regrets will 
all seem less important on the other side of a rollicking 
orgasm.  And this has been a long time waiting - what, nine 
years?"

I shrugged as my hands returned to her chest; partly for 
support, partly for...ahem *titillation*. (Hey, c'mon - it 
fits!)  "Oh, I haven't been keeping track," I lied.  I 
think she saw through me, but Ruth didn't say anything; 
that's love, I guess.

Her rocking motion was soon met by short thrusts of my own, 
and my hands cupped her breasts, the nipples trapped in the 
vee of webbing between my thumbs and forefingers.  She'd 
gasp every time I shifted my grip to squeeze them.

Well-supported like this, Ruth's hands were free to amuse 
themselves.  They slipped down to our mingled groins, one 
hand stroking a finger over the slick base of my cock, 
stirring me to even greater actions.  Her other hand 
slipped to the apex of her warm, velvety folds.

I noticed this - she wasn't taking any chances about her 
orgasm - and remembered something I'd been meaning to ask.  
"Ruthie, sweet - do you always shave down there?"

She was too distracted to talk, but my lover shook her head 
side to side.  Okay, keep it to yes-or-no questions, then.  
"Did you do this just for me?"  Vigorous nodding.  Thank 
you, darling - it's nice."  A shrug, which evolved into a 
series of sharp jolts.  "Oh-oh-oh I...I...Iloveyoujosh!  
love-love-love-love-"  She was cumming!  I tweaked her 
nipples as she shook, and she responded with a hissing 
"YESSSSSSSSS!" 

Soon enough she was through the climax, collapsing onto my 
chest.  I held her close and gave her forehead a loving 
peck as she kissed all over my shoulders and collar.  She 
made her way up my neck, over my chin, and then latched her 
lips to mine and sucked my soul out through my mouth to 
mingle with hers and replace my emptiness with part of the 
mixture.  Okay, it's hyperbole, but that's what it *FELT* 
like at the time - I still feel like we're linked forever.

She slipped up further to look down into my eyes - a 
mistake.  Her declaration of love to me was cut short as we 
felt my cock pull free of her nether grip to bounce a 
couple of times against her butt and sway in the air.

Ruth - god bless her - giggled and apologized.  I took this 
opportunity to suggest a change of locale.  She protested.  
"But I want to get you off out here!"

"That can wait until tonight, or tomorrow; we've got our 
whole lives, Ruthie love."

She grinned at me.  "Josh, that sounds like a proposal."

I pressed my lips together and thought for a second.  
"Maybe it is, honey, maybe it is."

---------

"Oh, shiiiit!  You sappy sonovabitch!"

"So, what do you think?"

"First off, I never dressed up like that for you."

"Maybe not that day - I used a little artistic license.  
It's not a factual account but a passionate romance story 
based on real events."

"And I never managed to say your name while I was cumming."

"But you tried - I heard 'I love you Jjjjj'; unless you 
were declaring your faith for Jesus Christ?"

"No - oh, you!  Yes, I tried."

"And you succeeded when I ate you out that afternoon; I 
just pushed up the schedule a little."

"Oh, Josh."

"So; apart from these piddly little criticisms, is it 
accurate?"

"You never mentioned that we broke up in a huge fight two 
months later."

"And got back together about seventy-six hours later, give 
or take a few minutes."

"Fuckin' timekeeper.  I always knew you kept track."

"I admitted it in the story, honey.  Besides, we've been 
married for three years now and together for almost six."

<pause>

"Okay, post it.  It...it's...<sob>...it shows me to be the 
ignorant bitch I was."

"OH, Ruthie - I never wrote this to hurt you!"

"And you were dead on - I never meant to hurt you for all 
those years, but I was selfish - I didn't think about you 
even as a real friend!"

"RUTHIE; how many times do we have to go over this - you 
never, EVER hurt me; even when you stormed out on me."

"Oh, Josh; you're such a lovely liar."

"Okay, the argument hurt - but those eight years, seven 
months, and sixteen days were torture only because of MY 
OWN actions - if I'd screwed up my courage-"

"Ha!"

"Oh, sorry.  But if I'd had the guts to tell you how I 
felt, maybe I could have spared myself some of that sweet 
torment."

"Even so, I'm sorry."

"For the hundredth time.  And remember I enjoyed it, in a 
way."

"You really jacked off after I told you about those other 
guys?"

"Every time.  I'd make sure you were asleep on the couch, 
and then run over what you said - fantasizing it was me 
you'd fucked.  A lot of times I got off twice before 
falling asleep."

"Okay, then.  I'm glad you enjoyed it.  But post it - it's 
a lovely story."

"The best kind, darling - it's true."

<sound of kissing>

Fin

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Author's Postscript:  <long, satisfied sigh>  This is so 
much fun!  Micro$oft Wurd gives the stats for this as:

- 6211 Words (seemed longer)

- 826min Editing Time (worked on it for 13h 46min and most 
of that was non-stop cuz...

- April 17, 8pm File Created

And it's still only 10am on the 17th as I ready this puppy 
for posting! :)  When one of those ethereal Muses decides 
to slip down from Mt. Olympus and visit a little 
inspiration on you, it's rude to not act on it! :)

Hope you enjoyed it!


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