Special Surprises Jules & the "3"

This is the twelfth episode in my story series, Years Before.

In the last part, Ruthie and I consummated our relationship and delved into deeply intimate moments.

In this part, Ruthie gets to make her Dad's birthday special and I'm able to surprise Ruthie with something she always wanted to do. At Easter, we send Cass on her way to a fresh start and, then, we act on the idea of the "3" - with Ruthie's best mate, Jules.

Thank you for reading.

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After our lovely Valentines weekend, it would be a couple of weeks of seeing each other here and there for a few hours when we could.

Ruthie was taking on shifts to make sure the surprise weekend was clear for her and I'd been catching up with a few friends I'd not seen for a while so time was short. However, we got together on a Thursday night after the weekend where Ruthie and Jules went out to their old haunts for a drink. Tea and tray in hand, we went up to Ruthie's bedroom.

Ruthie told me there was a situation not long after they got to the pub as one of Ruthie's previous conquests decided he wanted to try it on but she got the better of him. Loud enough so people around could hear, she called him a sex pest and gave him a full expletive-laden tirade. So much so that she had some other people in the pub come up to her and ask if she was alright. One guy nearly physically lifted the pest out of the pub.

Ruthie said it was her way of making sure she wasn't going back where she was before.

Apart from this, Jules and Ruthie had a great night without drinking too much. Towards the end of the night, apparently it had got a bit confessional.

"So, I guess you and Jules talked about us."

"Yes, honey. Quite a bit."

"And did you end up standing in the toilet while she sorted herself out?"

"Ha, ha! Once, believe it or not, she had to leave our table. We'd got into some of what we did on Valentines and it was too much for her. We were very honest with each other though."

"OK. In what way?"

"Do you remember you asked me whether Jules got turned on by sex talk in general or whether it was just me?"

"Yes, and..."

"She said it was just me. She opened up a bit and admitted that she'd had a bit of a thing for me now and again since we'd been friends."

"Really! What did you think about that?"

"Well, we're that close that I kind of understand it. I mean, I've never seen her naked or anything but have thought on occasion that she must have a great body under all those stretchy tops and skirts! We've never done anything though, not kissed on the lips, anything."

"Is she OK with you and me being together? I mean, that's a big change."

"Oh, honey, don't worry. She thinks "us" is such a great thing. She really likes you. I mean REALLY likes you."

"Sorry, what do you mean?"

I was intrigued. This was Jules after all, Ruthie's best friend.

"OK, so it got VERY honest. Do you want to know?"

The voyeuristic side of me kicked in "Yes. I do."

"So, you know what we talked about on our weekend. The "3", yes?"

"Yes."

"Well, we were talking around it and Jules said if she ever did it, she would want it to be with us."

"WHAT?" My tea nearly went flying.

"Yes, she said she really wants it to be me, her and you."

"Fuck me...sorry, this is quite mind-blowing."

"Yes, I think fucking you was what she was getting at." Ruthie gave me a cheeky glance and giggled.

"No, I mean...shit, well, how did you react to that?"

"For a minute, it made my head spin round a LOT. I mean, this is my best friend saying she wants sex with us. Now, we're close but that's something else... But, then, I reminded myself of what we said about it. That if we were confident and happy and not conflicted, we'd be OK with it. So I said I'd think about it and talk to you."

"Well, it's Jules. It's not like she's a stranger. She is a sexy woman, no doubt about it. It would be fun but I don't want it to harm your friendship with her."

"I know I'd want to make sure of that and I think Jules does too. She knows enough from me on what you and I are like together."

"We should probably get together with her for a drink again sometime then and just see how all this sits. Does she know we'll have spoken about this?"

"Yes. You know, when I said that I'd think about it, she was surprised. She was actually quite unsure in a way I've not seen her before until I told her we'd talked about the threesome thing already and, also, about her."

"Alright then. Let's get together sometime. I don't want it to be the unspoken thing that sits there every time we see her. I like to think of her as a friend too now."

"OK. I'll sort something out. Thanks, honey...and she'll like it a lot to know what you think about her."

After this, I didn't see Ruthie until the weekend of her surprise.

Two significant things were on the same weekend. Her surprise trip was happening on the Saturday but, on Friday, I'd been invited to the Davis house for dinner to celebrate Gerry's birthday. I turned up on time and went for a little smartness in honour of the occasion. Suit and the one polo neck sweater I own -- all in black. Ruthie opened the door.

"Hi, honey. I like the clothes!" She gave me a lovely kiss. Every time we got together, I was so happy to see her.

"Well, it's your Dad's birthday. I thought I should try."

"You look fab. How about me?" Ruthie has also dressed up a bit. Her skirt with the little flowers on it from "perky tit top" times but with a white shirt that showed off her shape very nicely with the buttons done up just to show a little of her breasts.

"Ruthie. Very classy. You look ready for a posh night out."

"Oh, you charmer...but thank you."

"You look gorgeous."

"Did you bring the present?"

"Yep, wrapped up and ready." I passed a box to her.

"Is this what we got?"

"Yes, but disguised a little. Didn't want to give it all away in one go!"

"Oh, my clever guy. This will be fun."

We sat down in the kitchen. Joan made a lovely dinner and Gerry was full of stories and anecdotes, clearly happy it's his birthday and, also, that I was there to soak up some stories about Ruthie that, I suspect, she'd rather not have gone over again!

"So, Dad, here's your present. Hope you like it."

I could tell Ruthie was really excited to give it to him. She had told me when I bought it that this would be the first time since about the age of 10 that she was really wanting to see how he'd react to her gift.

Gerry opened it and his jaw dropped. "Joan, look at this." He handed it to Joan.

"Ruthie, how did you find this?" Ruthie gripped my hand under the table and smiled the biggest smile ever at me.

"Andy helped me."

Joan explained while Gerry continued to examine what was a 7" Beatles EP.

"So, this record is why we never took any records to parties again. Gerry went out and bought this, literally the next day, after hearing it on the radio. We took it to a party two weeks later...never seen again."

"I'll say this now." said Gerry "You've made my year with this. I've looked for it for ages but never found it. How'd you get it?"

I chipped in. "Your gorgeous daughter helped me go through all your Beatles records so I could see if there was a gap. I know you were hooked on them in the 60's and couldn't find a copy of this. Being a fan myself, I had a good idea where to go for it."

"Andy, Ruthie. I'm really, really happy with this."

In a moment, he was up and at their hi-fi and it went on at high volume straight away. It put a massive smile on his face, and Joan's too.

Ruthie whispered in my ear "Thank you, honey, so much."

A little later on, Gerry shook my hand. "You're so good for my daughter, Andy. It's not just because of the record. You've put a smile on her face that hasn't been there in a long time."

Then, a real surprise.

"Joan, is Roberta's bed made up?"

"Sure, Gerry."

"Good. Andy, you're welcome to go home and get your stuff for the weekend. I'd like to have a drink with you and I know you've got a surprise for Ruthie this weekend. If you'd like, come back and stay here tonight and go on your trip from here tomorrow. You'd be very welcome."

Ruthie could barely contain her excitement. "Can I go with you?"

"Yes, my lovely. Shall we go now?"

"Yes, please."

Joan shouted after us "See you two lovebirds soon!"

We got in the car. Ruthie planted a massive smacker on my lips.

"You...you...oh, just what a fucking fabulous night. I can't believe how well tonight has gone."

"Your Dad seems really happy."

"Oh Andy, you don't know. Dad was the one who was really disappointed when I didn't do sixth form at school and started working at the supermarket. He was hoping I'd change my mind and, I guess, ever since then, I've been looking for a way to...kind of...connect with him again. Tonight, I think it's happened."

Ruthie started to sob a little.

"Oh, Ruthie, darling. I'm so glad tonight has worked. Don't be sad."

"Andy, I'm not sad. I'm so happy that this might be a good start with Dad again." She dried her tears. "It's that important...and now he's invited you to stay. It's them saying that you and I together are important in their eyes. It means so much to me, I can't really express it."

We got my stuff, say hi to my Mum and Dad and chatted a little before heading back.

Going back in the house, the record was still playing. Gerry was smiling and turns to us as we come into the living room.

"I've got 23 years of playing this to catch up on. What are you drinking, Andy?"

Gerry, Joan, Ruthie and I enjoyed a great few hours. Gerry playing his favourite records out of his collection and chatting with me about them. Joan and Ruthie spent a fair bit of time observing us getting into it and waving records around. At one point, as Ruthie was making a drink, her Dad went over and gave her a big hug. From Ruthie's face, I could tell this was something that no words could really explain. A dad-daughter bond that Ruthie, I knew, would love having again.

I turned to Joan.

"Joan, it's amazing how something so small seems to have had such an effect."

"Oh Andy. They used to be so close. Ruthie was his little girl until she'd had enough of school and, since then, things have had to improve from quite a low point. The first sign of it was Christmas when you took her out for dinner. He was so proud of her that night when she went out looking so great. Gerry has a lot of time for you, Andy."

"I respect that a great deal, Joan, and thank you for inviting me to stay tonight."

"It's the least we can do bearing in mind what you're doing with Ruthie tomorrow."

Around 1am, we'd all had a bit to drink and were sitting chatting about Gerry and Joan's younger days. Ruthie and I were hand in hand and everyone was ready for bed.

We excused ourselves and, before we left, Gerry caught Ruthie's arm and said to her, "You don't know how happy I am that you're happy. It means a lot."

Ruthie gave her Dad the biggest hug. I heard her say "Thanks, Dad" before they parted and she joined me to go upstairs.

"Enjoy tomorrow, you two." Gerry called out to us.

In Roberta's room, Ruthie sat on the bed, the absolute picture of contentment.

"Honey, I can't believe tonight. I really can't. It's so good."

"Let's go to bed, my lovely."

We undressed and slipped between the covers and cuddled. We fell asleep intertwined, ready for the weekend ahead.

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I woke Ruthie around 8.30. I loved waking up next to her. She stretched, yawned and turned to me.

"Good morning, honey."

"Surprise day today, my lovely."

"Mmm, I know. We have a little time first, do we?"

"We do."

"Fantastic. Time to...make love?"

"Oh yes."

We got close. A very gentle slow dance around each other, kissing, touching. Ruthie manoevured around to be on top on all fours and, before long, she had me in a place where I easily entered her. Already, sex with her felt very natural.

This time, I wanted her to find her tingle. She sat up on me, pushing the duvet back and moved around on me. She leaned forward again and quickly drew in a sharp breath.

"Ooh, there."

Ruthie was above me with her arms either side but her back slightly arched as she used my erection on her "spot". She moved very carefully and slowly, changing position to keep me in contact with it.

She found her tingle. Her movement slowly became more intense, occasionally tightening round me. I took in the glorious view of my woman, naked, her breasts moving with her rhythm above me, hands on thighs, eyes closed, immersed in pleasuring herself with my hard dick.

Ruthie began to move more strongly and started to pant, clearly not wanting to make too much noise. I was determined that she should come, not me, and gently stroked her breasts. Her jaw dropped and she stared directly at me.

"Your cock...you're right there."

Her vagina tensed on me, gripping me, loudly whispering "I'm there, honey, ohhhhh."

She drew in a deep breath, held it and stretched her arms up as she came, quietly, intensely and at some length. Long enough that she was getting me well on the way.

Ruthie slowly dropped onto me and spoke quietly, slowly.

"That was lovely...you were right there."

We laid together for a while before I got up for a shower. About half an hour later, we were both downstairs, packed bags in the hall and having a cup of tea in the kitchen. Joan came down to see us off.

"Good sleep, you two?"

"Thank you, Joan. Yes. I appreciate you letting me stay."

"Oh, you're fine, Andy. Anytime now for you two. If Roberta's room is free, fine by me. Honestly."

"Thanks Mum." Ruthie grabs Joan's hand.

"No problem, Ruthie." Joan looks at me "Does she know yet?"

"Nope. Still a surprise." I smile at her knowingly.

"Call me later. I want to know how the day goes."

We loaded my car and headed off. Luckily, as Ruthie doesn't drive and hasn't travelled much, we were well into the trip and someway down the M4 before Ruthie saw a sign.

"Oh look, honey. Bristol. Rob's there...for a few weeks more at least."

"Oh yes, I remember you saying. Did you speak to her this week?"

"Yes, on Monday when she spoke to Mum. When she comes back for Easter, that's it, she's done."

I felt slightly devious but quite pleased with myself as Ruthie hadn't clicked. Why should she? There had not been one hint and I was very careful about not letting on at all. I was so excited to do this for her.

We drove past the exits for Bristol on the M4 and turned onto the M5, going south. We came off at the first exit and, after a mile or so, pulled into the car park of a hotel. I so wanted to tell her but I wasn't going to spoil it now. We got out of the car and headed in.

As we walked across the foyer, we heard a voice.

"Hi Ruthie" Ruthie turned around looking.

"OH MY GOD, ROB!" She ran to her sister and they had a big hug. "You're here. I don't get it. Is this...wow, is this my surprise?"

Roberta answered with her arm still around Ruthie. "I think you should ask your boyfriend, Ruthie."

"Andy? Honey?"

"So, you said to me a little while ago that you really wished you could go and see what your sister's lives were like at Uni so, with your Mum's help, I got in touch with Roberta and set this up. We're staying at this hotel. I'm going to go and check in and Roberta is going to show you what life is like here. We're here until tomorrow afternoon. Is that OK?"

Ruthie was still holding Roberta, tears now in her eyes.

"Really?", Ruthie asked, the tears starting to roll down her cheeks.

"Yes, really." Roberta confirmed it for her. "We're getting a bus from here into where I live so you'll see my house and we'll go to the uni and I'll take you round town a bit. OK for you, Sis?"

Ruthie looked at me then at Roberta and back again, tears now streaming down her face.

"Oh, I'm such a bloody wuss. Look at me. This is just brilliant."

She gave me a big kiss in front of Roberta.

"You did this for me?"

"Yes, you're worth it, my lovely. You really are."

"I love you so fucking much, honey." Ruthie held me for a long time.

Roberta and Ruthie chatted as I checked us in. On the bus, Ruthie was just amazed by everything she saw as Roberta showed her parts of town. We got to Roberta's house and Ruthie looked around it as if it was some kind of Aladdin's cave. She was still trying to take in that she was actually where Roberta lived.

Roberta spoke quietly to me as Ruthie absorbed all of Roberta's house.

"You really love her don't you, Andy."

"I do. She's so special."

"I can see how you look at her."

"Yes, I said to you at Christmas that I would take care of her. I'm glad I have to chance to now, properly."

"She's radiating happiness. I began to think I'd never see it."

"Thanks for agreeing to giving up your weekend."

"Oh, this isn't giving up anything. I'm so glad she's here."

"Are you two talking about me?" Ruthie chimed into our conversation.

I replied "Yes, my lovely. Your sister and your boyfriend talking about you. Is that OK?"

"Alright, cheeky boy. Yes, it is. Rob, I love your house."

The rest of the day went by in a bit of a whirlwind as Roberta walked us round the part of the university she was based in, some of her current and previous haunts, where she lived in her second year...loads of places. We eventually got to a tea shop and Roberta suggested we go in.

We approached a table where someone was already sitting.

"Ruthie, Andy. This is my very good friend, Terri."

A bright eyed, red haired, smiling woman gave us both a hug.

"Hi, Hi. Ruthie, lovely to meet you. Andy, clever man, what a nice thing to do. Has Roberta shown you lots of things? Did you see the house?"

Terri was a lively person and very chatty and the three of them chatted for so long, I happily worked my way through a pot of tea by myself and re-ordered, just watching them.

Ruthie was having the time of her life. Occasionally, she'd reach out for my hand to squeeze it and give me a smile. It was clear Terri knew a great deal about Roberta's life so the chat ran far and wide.

I really enjoyed seeing the whole interaction between them. Both Terri and Ruthie had perspectives to offer each other about Roberta who looked at me, smiling in a bemused way, as Terri and Ruthie cheerfully dissected parts of Roberta's personality and life.

I leaned across to Roberta.

"It is possible you might come to regret letting these two meet each other."

"Oh, thankfully, I've no dark side, Andy. They're just comparing notes, shall we say."

"Fair enough. They're having great fun."

"I knew they would. Terri is lovely and can talk for England and Ruthie has some catching up to do!"

"Ah, it's brilliant, isn't it?"

We both stare at them and smile. Roberta turns to me.

"It is, Andy and, by the way."

"Yes, Roberta?"

"You can call me Rob if you like. I don't mind at all."

"Thank you, Rob."

Later on, we were in a fairly ordinary looking restaurant in the middle of town. Terri knew what she was doing though. We had called into an off-licence on our way and were armed with 4 bottles of wine.

"Ruthie, Rob tells me you don't mind Chinese food."

"I love it, Terri."

"Good, right well this is a normal Greasy Joe type cafe by day but the owners are Chinese and, in the evenings, you book a table and they just come out with dish after dish of superb Chinese food."

"So, what's with the wine, Terri?" I enquired.

"Yes, right. They don't have a licence but, if we order four soft drinks, they come in nice wine glasses and, if you need it, a corkscrew is left on the corner of the table."

This was a revelation to Ruthie and me and so we had a fine time with dishes arriving on a regular basis which we all tried, alongside a steady stream of wine. The chat continued into the night until we'd finished off all the food and the wine, thoroughly enjoying each other's company.