This is the eleventh episode in my story series, Years Before.
In the last part, Ruthie and I committed to each other and enjoyed finding our way physically after so much talk about it.
In this part, I set up a surprise for Ruthie, we take Valentine's weekend to indulge ourselves in each other and explore things we can do together...and with others maybe.
Thank you for reading.
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Valentine's weekend was playing through my head throughout the week. After the previous weekend, it was amazing that we still hadn't consummated our relationship. Neither of us were virgins but, despite the adrenaline and raw desire, we both knew we wanted our first time together to be special.
Before then, though, on Monday evening, I rang the Bristol number Joan gave me.
"Hello."
"Roberta, It's Andy, Ruthie's Andy."
"Hi Andy. How are you? How are you both? Does it feel good being together? I still think it's fab you finally did it."
"It is just the best thing, Roberta. She's worth everything I can give her."
"Oh, that's so sweet, Andy."
"Mmm, and that's why I'm calling..."
I explained what I wanted to do and Roberta was all up for it. The best weekend to do it was the same weekend as Gerry's birthday but we could make it fit together. We were both genuinely excited about making this work for Ruthie.
"Andy, you're a darling for thinking of this."
"Well, Roberta, WE will make this a great weekend for Ruthie."
So, to Friday evening.
About 8.30, I pulled up in the car, a little bag packed for two nights away and a bag of things for us.
I rang the doorbell. Ruthie answered the door.
"Hi honey. Welcome to your Valentines weekend."
"Thank you, my lovely." My heart jumped a little on seeing her. We embraced and shared a deep, passionate kiss before the front door was even closed.
Only when I followed her into the living room did I realise that Ruthie was wearing the same clothes she wore on New Year's Eve. I remarked on it.
"I know." Ruthie said while adjusting some slight imperfection on her top. "That was the night I would have given myself to you if we'd have been ready. I thought it might be nice for you if you could show me what you would have done if you'd had your way and we were together."
Her bandeau top and shorts were in place as they were on New Year's. Ruthie looked great.
It wasn't just her outfit that Ruthie had thought about. She had brought down some blankets and her duvet for us to be in downstairs, along with some subtle lighting. I handed her my bag and she looked inside. There was some wine, a bottle of Port and some chocolates to help us along the way but minimal replacement clothing.
"Not planning on needing too many clothes then, honey?" She said, smiling as she gave me a knowing glance.
Ruthie had moved her shifts and, in fact, had worked like mad covering for others at the supermarket so she could have the weekend free. She even had a pep talk from Jules.
"OK, so what did our favourite sex coach have to say about our weekend before she had to go and please herself?"
I opened a bottle of red wine and pour for us both. We settled on the duvet with our backs against a sofa.
"Jules was quite reserved actually...after she told me how fucking envious she was. By the way, I told her about last Saturday after we got back."
"Oh yes! Did her brain explode?"
"There were a few telling silences on the phone, I think, where she had to compose herself."
"So, what did she say?"
"That she thinks we already love each other so we should make love, lots!!"
"That is quite erudite. I was expecting a "fuck your brains out" thing."
"So was I, honey, and, frankly, I would do that too!"
We broke into peals of laughter, clinking our glasses together.
While we were settling into our evening, both leaning against the sofa, her head on my shoulder, Ruthie handed me something.
"When I got back from my shift, Mum and Dad were on their way out so I didn't go upstairs to shower until they'd gone. I found this little card from them. Mum wrote it."
I took the card out of the envelope. It was a small Valentine's card and with a message inside from Joan and Gerry.
"Our darling Ruthie.
We know how important this weekend is to you.
We're so happy you found Andy. The two of you are so together and there for each other. We can see you love each other.
Happy Valentine's and enjoy the weekend.
Mum and Dad.
(There's something in the fridge for you)"
"Oh Ruthie, that's so sweet."
"My Mum thinks you are so fab, and Roberta too! She told me this week."
"Oh, did Roberta call?"
"Yes, she did on Thursday. Just to wish us well. I so wish I could go and see her at Uni. She finishes soon after Easter. I might not get there now."
We took a little look in the fridge and there was a bottle of champagne with "R + A" in marker pen on the label. Very sweet and thoughtful. Ruthie led me back into the cossetting glow of the living room.
"Now, honey, I think we were doing this when we were found by Jules on New Year's Eve."
She sat down and guided me to be with her onto the sofa. She started those wondrous little kisses. This time, however, I slid off the sofa and onto my knees between her legs. I covered her arms and shoulders in kisses and licks, enjoying the feeling as Ruthie started to respond to them.
I made sure not to disturb her top. I knew, by now, that her breasts would be sensitive and that she would want me to enjoy them. I wanted to explore the rest of her body first though, exploring the skin I could see without moving anything she wearing.
