For background on this story, see "Ruthie Calls on Me" and "We Swank It Up with Pamela".
Ruthie's ship has come in. Not literally, of course, but she has inherited the fortune her miserly parents stashed away throughout their lifetimes. Both well into their seventies and in poor health already, they contracted pneumonia after trying to reduce expenses by not heating their house during the coldest part of the year, and they died because they refused to spend any money on medical treatment. They both died intestate because, if anybody ever suggested writing their wills, they always answered something like "God's will is the one that will be done, and who are we to advise Him?" As a result, Ruthie, whom they had named Ruth, from the Bible, inherited everything as their only offspring.
After her oldest friend, Pamela, and I helped her find out just how great sex should be, Ruthie had harbored a grudge against her parents and husband, because they had kept her from finding out earlier. However, after the death of her parents, Ruthie was able to forgive them, for they had truly believed they were doing what was best for her. Following what she knew would have been their wishes, she arranged the inexpensive early morning funeral that had been paid for in advance. They were buried on a Thursday morning in the double grave with a double headstone they had also paid for in advance.
For her husband, though, who was a deacon in her parents' church and had been 50 years old at the time of their wedding, Ruthie had nothing but hatred and contempt. One day after her eighteenth birthday, as soon as it was legally possible and at the insistence of her parents, she had married him. Her sanctimonious bridegroom broke her maidenhead a week later, having waited for her most fertile time. Every month after that he made another attempt to impregnate her, always on the night he was most likely to succeed. In between these attempts, he felt he had a duty, mandated by his distorted version of the Bible, to be abusive, both physically and verbally.
Ruthie, knowing something was very wrong, and not wanting to be trapped forever in a rotten marriage, thwarted him by taking the birth control pills she had secretly obtained. After a few years, she had come to realize that her husband had no affection for her at all and no actual interest in her except as a baby factory and as a way to get to the money he knew her parents had. I am extremely happy to say that periodically making love with me, with the assistance and connivance of Pam, had helped Ruthie survive the abuse until, after the death of her parents, she finally reached a point where she was able to take full control of her own life.
After making the arrangements with the mortuary and cemetery, Ruthie had contacted me and asked me to drive to the cemetery and meet her there at a pre-arranged place by the driveway. Immediately after the internment, she sneaked away to join me so I could take her to my house, which was where she felt the safest. Although she might have conversed with her husband during the ride to the church, and possibly there or at the cemetery, the only communication she intended to have with him after the funeral was over would be through her lawyer when her "asshole husband", to use her words, was served with divorce papers.
On the way to my house, we chatted about mutual friends, especially Pamela, who had arranged our first meeting and had been there for her whenever she was needed. Just before we arrived, Ruthie's pretty face got serious and she looked straight into my eyes and called on our long and very intimate friendship.
"George, you know I'm never going back to my asshole husband, and never want to even see him again, except in Divorce Court, and as soon as possible there. My parents are dead and I've gotten over my grudge against them. In their own way, they thought they were doing the right thing, but I will never, ever forgive that asshole for the way he abused me and tried to use me. No way am I ever going back to his house, and right now, I don't really feel up to going to my parents' house, which is my house now, I guess. I do want to go there tomorrow morning, though, because I know they kept a lot of money stashed around the house and I want to look for it.
Can I stay in your house with you tonight? I need to ask you some questions and I want you to show me something anyhow. I still have a lot to learn, now that I will no longer ever have to worry about that asshole. In fact, I'd like you to show me something now, since here we are at your house." She made that last comment just as we were pulling into my driveway. I didn't know exactly what she had in mind but I was reasonably sure she wanted to make love because it had been about three weeks since the last time we had been together and we had been forced to cut our love-making short that time.
"Of course, Ruthie. You know you are always more than welcome in my house, tonight and as long as you want. My house is your house." I was completely serious in that offer, although there was some question in my mind as to what Ruthie wanted, just a place to crash for a few days, making love during that time, or if she was looking for something really long term. She is one of the sweetest persons I know and I would very much enjoy having her stay with me for a few days or a few weeks but I wasn't looking for a permanent or long term significant other.
Once in the house, after removing her cheap shoes, hat and coat and throwing them on the closet floor, Ruthie looked around, smiling. She has many happy memories involving my house, and I have just as many happy memories with her. Many of them are sexual ones, but I had always been someone to talk to and a broad shoulder for her, and we had developed genuine fondness, almost a romantic love, for each other. When she started walking toward my bedroom, she reminded me, "Remember how, every time I came to see you, I would be in such a hurry that I would be taking my clothes off in the hallway? Thank God those days are over now."
She turned around in front of my bedroom door and held out her arms for me. We hadn't had time for a proper greeting earlier at the cemetery, because she had been in such a hurry to get away from her husband. Ruthie had been apprehensive on the drive from there, worried that somebody might have seen us leave and be following us, and I had to be careful driving in traffic. We were finally able to make up for that. We hugged; she relaxed in my arms and we kissed, affectionately the first two times but passionately the many times after that.
Ruthie held my hand and we walked into the bedroom together, stopping at the foot of the bed where we resumed kissing. "You have shown me some wonderful things in this room, George, and today, I want you to show me something else. Until now, I have always been afraid to have you fuck my pussy, even though I really wanted you to, because your cock might have stretched me or I might have learned a reaction that would have made the asshole suspicious. That's all in the past; I don't have to worry about him anymore. Today, for the first time in my life, I want to get a real cock in my pussy."
