Message-ID: <22580asstr$949374602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "Jack of all trades" From: "Jack of all trades" Lines: 533 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 18:45:08 CST X-Abuse-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly Subject: {ASSM} Ruthie's Smile (MF, Rom) Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 22:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, kelly 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! E-mail address: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com My stories can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/ 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 -- Jack of all Trades E-mail: tradesjackofall@hotmail.com My stories can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Jack_of_all_Trades/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+