Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 12:37:19 +0000 (GMT)
From: SheWhoWrites <shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: I Want You To

The tedious bit: sex between two women, not for minors or for those where
it is illegal. You know the drill.

The better bit: after a long break, my latest story! More truth to it than
most..

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			I Want You To
			     by
			SheWhoWrites

	The first of my finals was a week away and going out for the night
really didn't seem like a good idea. I was horribly behind with my revision
and I spent all day on Saturday trying to decide whether or not I should
just stay in and keep working. But Sandra had called me earlier and said
that a bunch of them were going to be getting together in town at about six
o'clock, and I was very tempted. Sandra had just got back from a holiday so
I hadn't seen her for a little while, and on top of that I knew I wasn't
going to have another chance to go out and let my hair down for quite a
while.
	My most compelling reason to go out and have fun, though, was
Fee. Fee was an extremely good friend of mine who was on my course at
university. She was a great girl, and for a fair while I'd had a quiet
attraction to her. Quiet only because I knew her to be straight and so I
thought little more of it. After all, what change did I have? The more time
I spent with her, the more I realised that she was someone I could really
go for, but I never let it become any more than a distant fantasy. But a
month and a half before this Saturday, she and I had been having a night in
with a lot of wine, and we had ending up sleeping together. I had been
surprised and delighted and confused and intrigued by this, and we embarked
on what would turn out to be a short lived but passionate fling. I was in
Heaven.
	It came to a premature end due to circumstances beyond my control
involving Fee's long term on-off boyfriend, but by then it was too late. I
had fallen in love with her, and so now I found myself in the impossible
situation of trying to remain her friend and not let my feelings get in the
way of that, while finding it so difficult to be in the same room as her. I
wanted to be with her more than anything else, and not being able to was so
hard. The strain was beginning to show - I was feeling pretty low, my
flatmates thought I was drinking more than I usually did, and my
concentration generally was in pieces. Only two nights previously I had
been at Fee's flat for supper, and we had had something of an
alcohol-fuelled row about the whole thing. I knew that it was really just
my frustration coming out, but I also felt that I had probably inflicted a
lot of damage on the friendship. In relation to Fee I was lying low now and
I was feeling even more miserable.
	Sandra had been my sounding board throughout this unhappy
chapter. She was actually an ex-girlfriend of mine, but we were discovering
that we functioned very well together as friends and this was pleasing as I
always enjoyed her company. There were no longer any unresolved feelings
between the two of us, and as such she had been a great support. And she
was determined that I would actually come out and enjoy myself, rather than
mope around the house all evening. At two o'clock I was in two minds, at
three o'clock I was getting fed up with my work, and by four thirty I was
sure that, yes, I was up for it. I sent Sandra a message to tell her that
I'd be in town at around nine o'clock, and concentrated on getting enough
work done before then to justify my evening's revelries.
	At 8 o'clock I left the house, wearing a tight sleeveless purple
top and my new black bootcut jeans. It was a warm evening in May, and I was
feeling pretty good already. I decided that I would take the bus into the
centre from my remote part of south London as it would take me all the way
to the bar that I was meeting Sandra in, and the trains were not known for
their reliability. However, the bus took a lot longer to arrive than I had
expected, and even when it did it made pretty painful progress. By the time
I did get into town I was running half an hour late and dying for a drink.
	I walked into the bar where I knew Sandra was. It was one of a
number of mixed gay bars around London's Soho area, and was fairly busy,
though not as packed out as I had known it to be on a Saturday night. I
looked around for Sandra and finally located her sitting at a table in the
corner with three other girls. I went over and made my presence known and
was greeted with a hug by Sandra who was obviously pretty drunk
already. Clearly I had plenty of catching up to do. Sat next to Sandra was
a girl I recognised as Kelly, a friend of Sandra's whom I'd met once
before. On the other side of Sandra was Caitlin, who I vaguely knew, and to
Kelly's right was a woman that I'd not met before. I was just thinking to
myself that she was really rather nice when she stood up and offered me a
hand to shake.
	"Hi, I'm Ruth," she said, smiling.
	"Pleased to meet you," I replied, raising my voice to be heard over
the music, "I'm Lucy."
	I went to the bar to get myself a drink, wondering to myself where
Ruth had appeared from. I was sure that I'd remember her if I'd seen her
before. She was incredibly attractive, with short black hair, a lovely
smile, and olive skin that hinted at some South-Asian heritage. I guessed
that she was about twenty four, which put her well within reach of my
twenty, though other than that, from looking at her, I considered her to be
way out of my league. After all, with the exception of Fee (though she was
straight, what did she know?), the really unbelievably gorgeous ones simply
did not tend to go for me. Or at least, I didn't usually waste my time
pursuing them. It's not that I'm unattractive, indeed, the occasional girl
in the past has even thrown the odd compliment my way. But I don't look
particularly 'gay', still clinging to my long hair and blonde highlights
and even from time to time - shock horror! - wearing makeup. Ruth had quite
a boyish look about her, but in such a good way. It's no secret that not
all women can carry that well, but on Ruth it worked like a dream. I was
certainly interested, but from afar.
	When I sat back down at the table, Ruth was nowhere to be seen and
Kelly was singing her praises.
	"I tell you what," said Kelly, "I'd shag her in a second if she
asked!"
	I smiled to myself, quietly agreeing but a little
disappointed. Kelly was thirty and a very good friend of Sandra's, while I
was still quite new to the group and didn't want to get anyone's back
up. If Kelly was interested in Ruth then I certainly wasn't going to make
an issue of it.
	Ruth came back to the table and we all chatted for a while, and
considered where we were going to go next. The plan was to go clubbing at
this venue a short Tube ride away, but it seemed a little early to be
heading that way yet. Ruth had an idea that we might go to the lesbian bar
over the road and do a couple of rounds of tequila slammers, and everyone
thought this was a good idea, especially me as I was several drinks behind
the rest.
	At the second bar, I went with Ruth to the bar to help her bring
over all the drinks. While I had her away from the others, I took the
opportunity to get talking to her a little more. "So have you always lived
in London?"
	"No," she said, "I came over from Australia in 1989."
	"I thought I'd detected an accent!" I replied, delighted (I'd
always had a thing for Aussies), "You must have found that strange, at that
age."
	"Not really, I was twenty two at the time."
	This didn't compute. "Hang on, but that would make you about..."
	"Thirty six," she said, with a smile.
	"No!" I couldn't believe that, she really didn't look a day over
her mid twenties, "Really?"
	"Yep!" she said, handing me some drinks to take over to the
others. I followed her, gobsmacked by her age and wondering how the hell
she managed to look as young as she did. Everyone took a glass and the
necessary salt and lime, and on Ruth's count we did the shots, all
recoiling slightly from the sharpness of the lime following the liquor.
	Sandra was discussing the wreck that was presently her love
life. She and I had only broken up about two months previously, with Sandra
citing 'feelings for someone else' as a major factor, but relations with
Fee had overtaken everything else so I certainly wasn't bothered to be
hearing about Sandra's women. There was one girl, who would not be joining
us this evening, who Sandra was thinking about getting involved with, but
nothing was ever certain!
	After another shot each, we prepared to move on. Before we left I
ran into Kelly in the ladies' and she was gushing once again about how
great Ruth was. I nodded and didn't say anything, while very aware that I
was by now keen to have a shot myself. I still didn't want to upset Kelly
or do anything that would backfire on me, though, so I was in two minds
about how to proceed.
	As we walked to the Underground station, Caitlin left us saying she
had to get up early for a Sunday morning shift at work, and so then there
were four. Sandra received a phone call from another friend of ours,
Kristin, who was very obviously drunk and was due to meet us later on at
the club. Kristin had been the one who had introduced me to Sandra in the
first place, and the two of them were old friends.
	On the train, everyone's varying levels of inebriation showed up
against other, sober, travellers. I was still quite a long way behind
Sandra and Kelly, so rather than getting loud and drawing attention to
myself I chatted to Ruth. We got onto talking about age differences and
whether or not we thought they were important. I stated that I thought what
was more important was the relative maturity of two people rather than
their absolute ages, and Ruth seemed to agree, and told me that to her age
wasn't important. Indeed, she had something of a history of getting
involved with younger girls, and while this didn't bother her she had had
some grief from her friends about it.
	I couldn't help but have some hope at this point. At least it
wasn't my relative youth that was going to let me down, if I did decide to
pursue the matter.
	After a short Tube journey and then a brief walk, we arrived at the
club. The place was starting to fill up a little, and so we wasted no time
in getting our coats to the cloakroom and heading for the bar. While I was
ordering a drink (and one for Ruth too, naturally) Kristin arrived, looking
very much the worse for wear. Somehow, after many slurred greetings, she
stumbled over to the dance floor, and the rest of us followed.
	Immediately it was clear to me that Ruth was quite a dancer. She
was dancing very provocatively with Sandra and Kelly, who clearly loved it,
and also from time to time with me. She was quite a bit shorter than I was,
and so I found myself to be dancing over her quite a bit. She was moving in
a deliciously sexy way, and I wanted her more and more but still stopped
myself from doing anything overt about it. I was very aware that Kelly was
only a couple of yards away and I knew she was watching. I didn't want to
appear to be too into Ruth, but I was.
	Ruth told me to turn around so she was dancing with me from behind,
and she said into my ear that she thought I had a gorgeous body. I knew
that what I was wearing was tight enough to show off my stomach, hips and
ass well, considered by many to be my best bits, but even so this was high
praise indeed. I felt Ruth's hands on my waist, and she was grinding into
me so I went with the motion. It was definitely getting hotter between us
and I was starting to feel that maybe there was something mutual going on
here. I was still slightly holding myself back, but I allowed myself to
throw the odd compliment her way. When I told Ruth, in response to one of
her comments about my being attractive, that I thought she was stunning,
she had a very dirty smile on her face.
	I looked around for the others. Sandra was dancing nearby with
Kristin, but I couldn't see Kelly anywhere. I was worried that maybe she'd
taken my dancing so close with Ruth badly and was waiting to lay into me
elsewhere. Then I caught sight of her a little way away - she was kissing
another girl, a blonde, who I didn't recognise. I smiled, and decided that
I could probably take that as meaning that the coast was clear with regard
to my pursuit of Ruth.
	Ruth said that she was going to the bar, and so I went with her and
bought her another drink. While we were there - and I'm sure she was
suddenly finding more excuses to touch me than she had been before - she
met another woman who she told me was a very old friend of hers that she
hadn't seen for well over a year. I stood and made small talk with them for
a little bit, but then decided that I would head back to the dance floor
and find Sandra and Kristin. To my delight, Ruth was right behind me.
	It took me a minute to locate them, but I finally say the back of
Sandra's head through the crowd. We pushed our way through towards them,
and only when we got closer did I see what was actually happening - Sandra
and Kristin were kissing fiercely, oblivious to all else around them.
	It was an effort to haul my jaw up from the floor upon seeing
this. Sandra and Kristin? But they were such established friends, this was
just strange! In addition, I knew that Kristin was well aware of everything
that had gone on between Sandra and I, and so despite my being over it to
all intents and purposes, I felt this was a little indiscreet on both their
parts. I was not impressed.
	Then I felt arms around me from behind and a body pressing against
me, and remembered about Ruth. I spun around to face her and carried on
dancing; my mind made up that nothing was going to stop me from seeing
where I could get with Ruth tonight. It was my turn to have some fun.
	As we danced, closer and closer this time, moving as one in time
with the rhythm, Ruth and I talked, or rather, shouted in one another's
ears. It was I who bit the bullet and admitted that I found her really very
attractive and that I wondered if this might proceed any further. She
smiled and told me that she was thinking along the same lines, but was wary
of me, as I was so much younger than she was. She said that she'd been with
someone so young before, fallen in love and then been badly stung. To this
I responded that now was probably not a great time for me to be getting
heavily involved anyway, as I had my finals going on and then a month after
that I was going travelling for about two months in the United States.
	"So I can't exactly offer a relationship right now, anyway," I told
her.
	"What are you offering then?" she asked.
	"Oh, I don't know..." I said with a sly grin.
	Ruth paused, and then said into my ear, "I do want to take you home
and fuck you all night... but..."
	My heart leapt, and I was really rather aroused by her saying these
words. Before she could talk herself out of it, I leaned in and kissed her
on the lips.
	The kiss was just a brief one, however. She pulled back and
muttered something about it not being a good idea, although she was still
dancing very close to me. After a few minutes I tried for another kiss, and
again got batted away. I started to wonder what was happening here, and
whether or not this was going to happen at all.
	The night was starting to draw to a close, and I noticed that
Sandra was nowhere to be seen. Kelly had emerged by now, with the blonde
(who turned out to be called Chelsea) in tow, and she and I decided that we
would go and look for Sandra who had been getting drunker and drunker. We
searched through the entire venue, unable to find her. Ruth found her old
friend again and was chatting to her by the bar, and she didn't seem to
know where Sandra was either. Eventually we found her, near the cloakroom,
engaged in deep conversation with Kristin. I hung back, reluctant to
interrupt, but Sandra saw me and came over.
	Sandra was being very apologetic, though I couldn't quite
understand why and her slurred speech wasn't helping. As she went on,
though, it became clear that Kristin was the one who she had had feelings
for all along and so had contributed to our break up. I was stunned, but I
didn't want to make a scene. Kristin came up to me as well, and was
apologising even more profusely. I told them both that I was slightly
annoyed by the whole thing but that I wasn't going to hold it against
anyone. Meanwhile I was aware that I had lost sight of Ruth, which wasn't
what I wanted.
	As we were preparing to leave, Ruth appeared with my coat that she
had retrieved from the cloakroom. We all headed outside, with Sandra having
obvious difficulty placing one foot in front of another. I offered to see
her home to make sure that she made it back alright, but Ruth then
suggested we all headed back to her place in west London for wine and
general chilling out. I wasn't about to object.
	Ruth negotiated a fare with a touting minicab driver, and we all
piled into his large cab - Kelly, Chelsea and Sandra in the very back, Ruth
and myself in the middle and Kristin in the front to the left of the
driver. This worked rather well for me as Kelly and Chelsea were very into
one another, Sandra was practically unconscious and Kristin was talking to
the driver, so Ruth and I could talk some more. She, too, was clearly under
the influence, but she still seemed fairly lucid. She said into my ear that
she was starting to wish she hadn't invited the other four, which I smiled
at, and took as a cue to kiss her again. This time she kissed me back for a
second or two before once again drawing back and saying, "no, this is a bad
idea."
	We continued to talk, though, and she asked me what I did. I told
her that I was studying to be a vet, though I had been taking the year out
to do a BSc, hence the finals. Ruth seemed interested and started telling
me that she thought I was amazing. Given the somewhat mixed signals that
she was putting out, my ego didn't quite know how to take this, but it was
nice to hear nevertheless.
	When we got to her house, Ruth invited us all to make ourselves
comfortable in her living room while she found some wine. This she poured,
and we all sat around chatting for a while and trying not to wake up Ruth's
flatmate. Sandra had perked up a little by now and she and Kristin her
sitting very close, obviously unable to keep their hands off one another. I
smiled to myself. After about an hour or so of talking and laughter,
Kristin announced that, seeing as it was four in the morning, she was going
to get a cab and head home. Ruth said she would go to bed and went upstairs
to find bedding for everyone else who was staying. I was very much
anticipating being part of that number.
	When Ruth came back downstairs, though, she pulled me to one side
and said into my ear, "I want you to go upstairs, I want you to take your
clothes off, and I want you to wait for me." I was shocked, and thrilled,
and I didn't need to be asked twice.
	Without looking to see if any of the others had noticed, I went
upstairs and found Ruth's room. I sat on the bed and removed my shoes and
socks, but then decided to leave it at that for now as I didn't trust the
others not to come bursting in to see where I was. Instead I fired off a
text message to one of my housemates telling them that I wouldn't be coming
back home tonight, and looked around Ruth's room, at photos and ornaments,
trying to get some kind of a sense of who she was. She seemed to take an
age to come upstairs.
	When she finally did, though, all her earlier inhibitions seemed to
have deserted her. She came right over to me and kissed me, her tongue
plunging straight away deep into my mouth. I pulled her close to me and
kissed her with an equal passion, and we fell backwards onto her bed, her
on top of me. Ruth briefly broke the kiss to pull her top up and over her
head, and then I reached around and undid the clasp of her bra, letting her
pert breasts press directly against me. I still didn't believe she was
really thirty-six.
	Ruth then pushed my top up and over my head, and proceeded to start
licking and kissing my now exposed breasts. I sighed and extended my neck,
and as I did she moved to kiss that, hard. My hands were on her breasts,
feeling her hard nipples against my palms, and then her back. I could feel
her toned back muscles moving and her breaths quickening and I wanted her
more and more.
	Her knee was between my legs and exerting a pressure on my pussy
that was wonderful, but I needed more. As we kissed some more I started to
undo her jeans in the hope that she'd get the message, and she did. She
rolled to one side and took them off, and then pulled mine from me with my
thong that had become rather damp with all the excitement. During the brief
lull in proceedings I was able to get a good look at her naked, and she was
beautiful. Her body was just right, she was slim and toned and I was hungry
for her. Her pussy was shaven apart from a fine strip of hair heading up
from her pubic bone, a style similar to my own.
	Ruth then shifted so that she was on top of me again, with one leg
between mine. As she kissed my neck and my mouth and my breasts I bent my
right knee so that my thigh was in contact with her pussy, and was rewarded
with a smear of her cum where they touched. She was very wet and also
sensitive as I could tell from how she gasped as I did this. She certainly
seemed to be in a hurry - her hands were roaming all over my body and her
kisses were getting progressively deeper and more passionate. I felt her
fingertips brush lightly against the top of my clit and I shuddered
slightly. I knew I was wet too, and she didn't take long in finding this
out for herself. Ruth moved two fingers to between my clit and my opening,
drew back and rubbed my clit hard, and then pushed those same fingers
inside me.
	I inhaled sharply and then breathed out more slowly as she began to
fuck me, as she had promised back in the club! Inside my pussy I could feel
her fingers moving in and out, first more slowly and then faster as she and
I became more turned on. She moved her body off me so that she had a better
angle on my pussy and was now sitting beside me as she thrusted her digits
into me, and so allowed me to reach the damp centre between her legs. As I
did this she parted them enough to make her desires clear, and I wasted no
time in pushing two fingers into her myself. And so we built up a mutual
rhythm of fucking, both of us plunging harder and faster into the other as
we approached our first orgasms of the evening.
	It was I who came first, though not by much. I started to cry out
as my pussy tightened against her fingers and my clit throbbed. The waves
that crashed through me just made me thrust harder into her, and while I
was still riding my climax Ruth began to shout out too. I kept working her
as hard as I could though I was aware that control might not be my
strongest area right now. Panting as I came down from my peak, I kept
ramming my fingers into her slick hole until her breathing slowed too.
	Ruth was looking at me intently and breathing deeply. I wanted to
ask her what she was thinking, but it didn't seem to be the thing to do at
the time. Indeed, before I could say anything she moved onto her front and
ran her lips across my stomach. There were beads of sweat on my skin and my
breathing was still a nit erratic from her previous ministrations - I
certainly wasn't expecting her to start again straight away. But she kissed
her way down from my navel, settled herself between my legs, and without
looking to see whether or not I was protesting, started to lick my
still-soaked pussy.
	I was feeling very sensitive from the time before, but as Ruth
continued to rub her tongue against my clit the feeling of jumpiness gave
way to one of pleasure, and I relaxed. She was very good at this, her lips
and tongue expertly winding around my clit and my slit, and already I could
feel another orgasm building inside me. Ruth was exerting just the right
amount of pressure and her warm mouth adding more moisture to my pussy felt
incredible. It was everything I could do not to come right away, but this
felt great and I wanted it to last. When she slid a finger into me, though,
I could not hold it in, and I let out a long, low moan as I climaxed onto
her face, my thighs tightening around her head. As I thrashed around I'm
sure I made it difficult for her to hang on, but she did admirably and kept
licking and sucking my clit until I really could take no more and pulled my
body right up from her.
	As I got my breath back Ruth lifted herself into her arms and
kissed her way up my body until her face was before mine. She kissed me
slowly and I could taste my own juices on her lips and tongue. Then she
buried her face into the angle between my neck and my shoulder and stayed
put for a little while.
	I started to feel like I had some energy again, and Ruth must have
felt me stir, as she looked up at me with a filthy expression. She kissed
me deeply and then rolled onto her back, taking me with her so that I was
now on top of her. I continued to kiss her for a short time, then decided
that it was my turn to head southwards. I ran my tongue over her neck and
between her breasts, stopping in my path only to detour to one of her
nipples and suck on it, which was greeted with a deep sigh from
Ruth. Reluctantly leaving it be, I carried on down, kissing her stomach and
her hips before reaching the top of her mound. I shifted my weight onto my
elbows and used my fingers to explore the outer lips of her pussy more
closely than before. As I made contact Ruth moaned softly, and this
combined with the delicious, highly sexual smell that was emanating from
her was too much. I didn't want to wait any longer.
	I lowered my head and took one long lick of her soft pussy, then
another as she squirmed with pleasure. I applied a little more pressure and
sped up my movements ever so slightly, and I could feel the muscles in
Ruth's thighs contracting and relaxing against my temples. I was mixing up
my movements, now licking around her swollen clit, now making my tongue
hard and pushing it into her, all the time ensuring that her senses were
being bombarded with my actions. She was pushing her body down the bed
towards me, and my opposition to this only forced my face closer and harder
against her. Ruth became quite vocal as I built up the tempo and the
urgency with which I went to work. The lower half of my face got more and
more slippery as she poured cum out onto me, but I held on, didn't let go,
but just continued to work her hot pussy with my lips and tongue. Kissing
her pussy like I had been earlier her mouth, I felt her body go tense. Ruth
started to get more incoherent as she was gripped by her climax that seemed
to last forever and yet was still over far too soon. I kept on licking at
her clit until she had calmed and was lying on her back breathing hard.
	I thought she might be finished at this point, but I was
mistaken. After only the shortest of pauses, Ruth sprang up and turned
around so that she was on all fours facing away from me. Her intentions
were all too clear and I was happy to oblige. I lifted myself up and knelt
behind her with one hand on her hips and the other caressing her pussy with
my fingertips. She was so wet from my licking her out just a minute
earlier, my hand slid easily over her and I loved the feel of her hard clit
against my skin. Having rubbed that quite hard for a minute or too, and
drawn out some deep groans from her as I did so, I pushed three fingers
inside her and felt her walls contract down on me as I did so. My first
thrust was met with Ruth pushing her body back against mine to get the full
force of my fingers inside her, and as she did I placed my spare hand on
her shoulder for extra leverage. I pushed against her and got as deep as I
could, up to the knuckle, while simultaneously pulling her head around and
forcing my tongue into her mouth. She returned the sudden kiss with equal
enthusiasm and I started fucking her hard with my hand. Every time I pulled
out she moved forward, and every time I plunged into her she slammed back
and met my thrust with one of her own. We were both panting hard from the
exertion of it as she came once again, her pussy becoming very tight around
my fingers as her entire body shook.
	As her cries died down, I withdrew my soaked fingers from her and
collapsed onto my back on the bed, sweat pouring from me. I was exhausted,
so I couldn't begin to imagine how Ruth was feeling. Yet again, though, she
surprised me. I was expecting her to fall beside me, but instead she stayed
on her knees and shuffled over so that she was straddling my face with her
own body facing my feet. There was no subtlety to it, but we were way
beyond that now anyway. Without further ado, she lowered her pussy onto my
mouth and bent her own body over so that her lips made contact with my
clit. It was like an electric shock passing through me as she did so, but I
didn't have too much time to dwell on that as I had the small matter of her
pussy in my mouth and her cum already running down my chin to attend
to. And happily I did so, sucking on her clit which seemed to grow even
more in my mouth and twisting a hand round so that I could continue driving
my fingers into her in the manner that had been so successful before. Ruth
returned the favour, filling me with her fingers and circling my clit
firmly with her skilled tongue. I knew at once that I was not going to be
able to hang on very long, and hearing Ruth crying out into my pussy as I
stroked her clit with suck force with my tongue and jabbed my hand into her
with such ease was more than my senses could cope with. My entire body
started to tremble as I was held in the grip of an incredible orgasm that
smashed through me with wave after wave of deep pleasure. I knew Ruth was
coming too, I could feel the now familiar sensation of her gripping my head
between her thighs like a vice and not letting me go until she was sure the
climax had passed.
	When it did, and Ruth rolled off me, I was half expecting her to
initiate something else, but instead she crawled up to the pillow, bringing
the duvet with her, and pulled one of my arms around her as she curled up
for sleep. I kissed her gently between the shoulder blades as she drifted
off, and noticed that the light was starting to break through.
	The next thing I was aware of, it was much lighter. I fuzzily
glanced at the clock in the corner of the room and saw that it was half
past eight. I couldn't have had more than an hour and a half of sleep, yet
I didn't feel particularly tired. I looked at Ruth and saw that she had
turned over to face me, and that she had woken up too. She smiled at me and
leant in to kiss me on the lips. I kissed her back, and felt her hand on
the side of my face, and then the kiss somehow grew into something more
passionate. Ruth was leaning over me somewhat and pinning me down, and my
arms were around her neck, pulling her closer still.
	Then she rolled right over me so that she was behind me, and
pressed her body right up against mine. I could feel that I was still a bit
wet from all that had gone on the night before, and this was only enhanced
when I felt her hand drifting over my stomach and down. Her fingers traced
the fine line of hair that went down as far as the top of my pussy, and I
gasped when she began to rub my clit, gently at first, but then harder. I
was writhing about in her arms, trying to move a little so that she would
have the optimal angle on me, and then I decided that more decisive action
would have to be taken. I hauled myself up onto my arms and adopted the
same hands-and-knees position that Ruth had done the night before. She read
my movements perfectly and slipped in behind me, sliding her fingers
expertly into me as she did so. She used her other hand to continue the
rubbing of my clit that she had started, and built up the two into a
complimentary rhythm that had me moaning loudly with every successive
thrust. As she had done, I was pushing back onto her hand, and she
responded by increasing the force of her thrusts. Her rubbing of my clit
got harder and faster, and suddenly, without any warning, I came. My knees
buckled, I buried my face in the pillow, and I let out a long cry as my
body convulsed from the sensations Ruth was eliciting.  And then it was
over. Ruth pulled out of me and lay on top of my back, kissing the back of
my neck and stroking my skin softly. I couldn't move.
	Of course, I did move in the end. I knew Ruth had things to be
doing, and in truth so did I, as tempting as the thought of staying around
and carrying on all day was. Ruth and I were chatty with one another as I
found my clothes, scattered about the room, and dressed. She said she'd
walk me to the bus stop, and I was aware that I had quite a trek through
central London to make it home before the afternoon, especially with a
Sunday service operating. It wasn't a long walk, and before she turned to
walk back home Ruth took my face in her hands, pulled me down to her, and
left me with one long, lingering kiss.
	As she walked away, I remembered that I'd never even got her
number. I crossed the road to my stop, smiling to myself.

	For completeness' sake: Sandra and Kristin are still together, and
I ended up having a further month-long fling with Fee before heading to the
United States seriously messed up by it all. I haven't seen Ruth since.