Message-ID: <29904asstr$987527405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200104171248.FAA11373@mail7.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "I Was Always There For You" {Empath} (MF rom preg?) Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 13:10:05 -0400 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: t4425, gill-bates ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "There4U.txt" begin> SUBJECT LINE: {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. Copyright notice: I, the author of this tawdry pile of maudlin feelings masquerading as smut, hold all rights of reproduction to this work of prose. Private copies for personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial distribution are permitted. Plea for attention: The only reward ASS* authors can expect is the joy of sharing their creation with the rest of humanity. But wait - how does that author KNOW if people are reading and enjoying his story? Yep; if you like a story posted to alt.sex.stories.*, the fair thing to do is email the author and tell them so. I promise that it'll make YOU feel good to send them kudos, after all, Mark Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer someone else up." As always you may contact me (and my wife Dancer) through my 'legacy' Deja News email account: (Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too! ;) 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. :) ------- I Was Always There For You By Empath Copyright, 2001 =============== 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." "Okay, post it. It...it's......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." Fin =============== Author's Postscript: 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! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+