Chapter 17 - Marla Simmons

Ruthie finished loading her apps while they had lunch at the noisy truck stop. She still had to type in her contacts, but she figured she could do some of that on the road during the return trip, since she really didn't need a good connection just to enter information.

The weather cleared as they drove back. By the time they arrived at the ranch, it was still mid-afternoon and the wind had died down completely. There wouldn't be enough time remaining in the day to excavate, but they did have enough daylight to drive out to the Mesa and bring back a load of fossils. The storage situation in the spare hut was getting pretty dire, but they felt guilty about just leaving that stuff in the field to weather away.

After loading the pickup, Ruthie noticed that Jacob seemed tired-out from a day of driving and the hard physical labor of loading the day's haul of fossils. She wanted him to have a rest before dealing with yet another hour of driving over rough terrain. They sat on the bare ground where Ruthie normally set up her sleeping tent, to have some water and snack for a few minutes while he recovered. She looked at her phone and remembered that she had not yet entered the contact information for the mail clerk at Longbow County Community College. She asked her companion:

"Do you know that guy's name, by any chance?"

"Yeah, it's Simpson. Joe, I think. Anyhow, I have it on my phone."

"Can you give me the number?"

"Here, just take my phone. You can copy it directly."

Joe Simpson's name and number were there, along with the mail room's address and another phone number. Ruthie copied the data into her phone. Just before she handed it back, she noticed the entry that immediately proceeded it.

Katie Simmons - Pelican Point Hall, DSU.

She knew that Jacob had also been a resident of Pelican Point Hall, so that was obviously the same Katie he had a crush on. She was irritated that he had not deleted that number, even though he had assured her that he had not texted since their conversation about her. However, what stood out at that moment was not that Katie's number was still on Jacob's contact list, but her last name.

Ruthie's mind started running. Katie Simmons... Simmons... Simmons... Katie would be about the right age...

"Jacob, I've kinda... got a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"This Katie Simmons you like, does she... by any chance... have a twin sister?"

"Yeah, she does, but the twin's at another university."

"Did Katie ever mention anything about her parents?"

"She talks about her dad sometimes. Her mom's been dead for a couple of years."

Ruthie's heart jumped.

"Do you know from what? What she died from? The mom, I mean?"

"Stroke, I think. I think that's what she told me. It was some kind of stroke. Like a coma or something."

Ruthie ran her fingers through her hair. She was agitated and began fidgeting. She suddenly stood up and started pacing.

"Ruthie... Ruthie! What are you doing? What's going on?"

"Was her mom's name Marla, by any chance?"

"Not sure. Could've been, but I don't remember if she ever told me her mom's name."

Ruthie continued pacing. She ran her fingers through her hair several more times.

"What's going on? What's the deal with her mom? Why's that so important?"

Ruthie didn't answer. She stepped away to look at the prairie. Jacob remembered that he had a couple of pictures of Katie with some other friends in her dorm room stored on his phone. In that room she kept a family picture taken years before, when her mom was still alive. He looked through his pictures and, sure enough, there was one that included a clear view of the family portrait in the background: of Katie and her twin sister, an older sister, and the two parents. He approached Ruthie and showed it to her.

Ruthie took the phone and expanded the image. She handed it back.

"Yeah, that's her. Marla Simmons. I was friends with Katie's mom."

"But you never met Katie?"

"No. It's kinda a long story, me and Marla. She never met Mike, nor Vicky, nor anyone else I knew. And I never met anyone from her family. We... kinda had to keep things between us to ourselves, and..."

Ruthie stopped herself, but it was already too late. Jacob was looking at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"So, you're saying... that you and Katie's mom were... like... together?"

"I... uhh... I guess you could say that. I don't know if that's the best way to put it, but yeah, we were... kinda like... uhh... seeing each other."

Ruthie continued running her fingers through her hair while she tried to think of something more to say. She turned around and looked hard at her companion, directly into his eyes. Doing that was totally out of character: looking people in the eyes when talking to them had always been difficult for her.

"Jacob, you've got to promise me. I mean, really promise me, that you won't ever say anything to anyone about this. Never. You can't ever tell anyone. You understand?"

"Of course. I mean... I get it. I wouldn't tell anyone. It's just that, I could never imagine... I mean, how long were you... with her?"

"Eleven years."

"Eleven years? And... no one ever found out?"

"No. We both were... uhh... kinda... quiet about it."

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Marla Simmons entered Ruthie's life the same month DSU replaced all its coin-fed parking meters and Mike was cut-off from his illicit supply of quarters. While he was distracted trying to figure out how to deal with the sudden reduction of income, there was a surprise development in Ruthie's life. It was a change that turned out to be one of the luckiest things to ever happen to her, a change that would help her overcome her traumatic childhood and the self-hatred she had as a result of struggling with non-verbal communication disorder. Ironically, it was also a change that would greatly improve her relationship with her boyfriend. The problem that Ruthie had with him was that she deeply loved him as a person and as her companion, but she was not sexually attracted to him. He was a loving and dependable partner who protected her and filled her emotional needs, so she never considered leaving him. But the disconnect between her need for companionship and her hidden sexual fantasies was a major frustration.

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Ruthie was not the sort who enjoyed going out much, and certainly not alone. However, when Mike needed to go across the country to attend a week-long conference with his department, she was in a rare adventurous mood and she decided to take advantage of his absence to check out a new club which had opened up a few blocks from where they were living. She couldn't explain, even to herself, why she wanted to go to a club alone. She definitely was not a club-type person. She was no good at making small-talk, which meant that she had a hard time making a good first impression. She was not interested in meeting any men. She already had one man in her life, and one man was more than enough for her. She really wasn't sure what she wanted.

Ruthie noticed an attractive, tall, middle-aged woman when as soon as she entered the club. The woman was alone, drinking and sending texts on her cell phone. Ruthie kept glancing at her. Because of Ruthie's hidden sexual fantasies, the woman was the sort who most attracted her. She looked in her late '40s and was dressed in a no-nonsense business outfit. She carried herself with the air of a person you would not want to cross. Ruthie found her intimidating, which was precisely why she found her so sexy. However, as always, she was too shy to approach her.

The professional noticed Ruthie continuously glancing at her. The college girl couldn't have been any older than 20. She was totally cute. It was also obvious she was shy, nervous, and out of her element in the club. The professional felt a strange desire to comfort and protect the girl, but she realized she would have to make the first move. The whole thing seemed absurd, because she was more than twice the girl's age and even had a 20-year-old daughter in college. Hell, my daughter and this girl probably sit together in class. This is totally insane. But... oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained...

The professional walked up to Ruthie and gently touched her shoulder. "Hi there."

Ruthie blushed. "Uh... hi, ma'am... "

"I was just about to get myself a drink, and was wondering if you'd like one. My treat."

"I uh... yeah... sure ma'am... I'd... uhh... I'd like that... "

"Come along then, you can tell the bartender what you want."

Ruthie had to order a non-alcoholic drink because she was not yet 21. That detail embarrassed her, but her companion found it cute. The professional touched her arm as she handed her the drink. It was obvious, even to someone as oblivious to non-verbal cues as Ruthie, that the woman was coming on to her.

"Ha! How silly of me! We haven't even introduced ourselves! My name's Marla. And you are?"

"I... uh... Ruthie, ma'am. My name's Ruthie Burns."

Marla quickly assessed the situation. She was encouraged that Ruthie had seen her up close, realized she was not young at all, but still did not seem to be put-off by her age. Judging by the girl's nervous manner of talking and awkward behavior, Marla correctly guessed that Ruthie had a non-verbal communication disorder, which would affect her ability to make small-talk. She also correctly guessed that Ruthie was submissive and attracted to authority figures, especially mature women. Assuming that observation was true, Ruthie would actually be more attracted to older people than younger ones, especially if they had a strict demeanor in their personalities. If Marla took charge of the relationship from the beginning, Ruthie would follow her anywhere. She put her hands on the collage student's shoulders. Ruthie trembled and her heart beat very hard, but she did nothing to discourage the older woman's advances.

"Do you like this song? It's one of my favorites from when I was in high school, back in the ancient times... "

"Yes, ma'am. It's kinda nice."

"Good. Then let's dance."

They danced for a couple of slow songs. Ruthie was content to stay quiet, because she couldn't think of what she should say. Marla made a few comments about the club, mostly to avoid too much awkward silence. Then Ruthie felt Marla's hands move lower, slowly, until they were on her bottom. Marla was careful to monitor Ruthie's reaction to every advance, to make sure she wasn't pushing the girl too hard. Ruthie was nervous, but full of anticipation. The older woman's hands explored her bottom, as though trying to verify something.

"Wow, you are a naughty little thing, aren't you?"

"I... I dunno ma'am, I 'spose."

"Yeah, sweetie, you are. Don't even try bullshitting me." Marla patted her bottom over her skirt. "And, look at this, you aren't even wearing panties."

"No, ma'am."

Marla gently turned Ruthie so that her back was facing the wall and out of sight of other club patrons. The erotic tension between the two women quickly escalated. Marla caressed Ruthie's bottom throughout their third dance. Then she slid her hands under the waistband of Ruthie's skirt. The skirt was loose-fitting, so she had no problem moving her hands underneath. It was dark in their section of the room and Ruthie's backside was facing the corner. Marla pushed Ruthie's skirt halfway down her hips and put her hands on the upper part of her now uncovered bottom. Suddenly Ruthie was extremely aroused. She was dancing in a public location, with her bottom partly exposed and the hands of a woman she had just met exploring her bare skin. Ruthie hugged Marla and made no effort to pull her skirt back up. She was completely submitting to a woman she had just met. There was an unspoken agreement that Marla would be the one to pull the skirt back up, not Ruthie. After another song, Marla lowered Ruthie's skirt further, exposing her entire bottom. It was thrilling to be like that, with her bottom exposed in a crowded room and no one realizing it, and her companion's firm hands touching her bare skin. Ruthie trembled with anticipation, especially when Marla patted her bare bottom, hinting that a spanking might be in the works.

"Shameless girl. And to think, that cute naughty butt of yours, with nothing covering it."

Marla patted Ruthie's exposed bottom several more times. They were not really pats, but more a series of a light slaps. Ruthie was wet with excitement. There was no doubt, none whatsoever, where Marla was going with her advances. Marla pushed forward. She so badly wanted the girl she was dancing with that her usual caution vanished. She kissed Ruthie. The student was so shocked and so excited that she didn't think about trying to pull her skirt up. The cool air conditioning felt good on her bare backside. Marla was in charge, so it was she who would decide when to pull up Ruthie's skirt. And, maybe she wouldn't want to pull it up at all, which would be fine with Ruthie. She was enjoying the feeling of total vulnerability.

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Ruthie accepted Marla's invitation to spend the night at her house. She too excited to think straight. She had fantasized about this so much, and now finally, it was going to happen. Marla stripped her guest within seconds of getting through the door, before taking off her own clothes. She knew what was going on with the young woman, but still, she was flattered and excited that a 20-year-old college student found her desirable.

For several minutes they kissed and explored each other's bodies. Ruthie was fascinated by her older companion, whose arms and legs were toned from years of working out and aerobics classes contrasted with her stomach and breasts, altered by bearing three children. Marla's body was not exactly attractive, but its contrasts fascinated her young lover.

Marla then did something that totally shocked her. Without saying anything, the older woman picked her up, lifted her over her shoulder, and carried her to the bedroom. She lay the younger woman on the bed, got on top, pinned her wrists to the mattress, and kissed her. Ruthie never would have guessed that a woman in her late '40s was strong enough to pick her up and pin her wrists to the mattress. Later Marla would laughingly tell her: "Sweetie, are you kidding? I've spent years lugging around a pair of twins. And all their stuff. So yes, I can do some heavy lifting."

Marla now had an important decision to make. She had brought Ruthie home with the intention of satisfying her own sexual desires. However, she knew that if she focused on satisfying Ruthie, the girl would want to return to her house and she'd have her as a long-term lover. She carried Ruthie to her hot tub, ordered her to get in, and continued seducing her. It didn't take much for the student to experience the first of several orgasms she would have that night. Before they got out, Marla bent over the edge of the tub and exposed her backside to her guest. Ruthie was fascinated as she parted her lover's bottom and explored her sphincter with her tongue and lips. It helped that Marla waxed herself and her bottom was completely clear of any hair.

It was the first time in her life Ruthie had ever done anything like that. She was used to Mike performing oral sex on her, but he knew better than to ask her to suck him or lick his ass. She had made it clear from the beginning of their relationship that she would not perform any type of oral sex on him. But with Marla, things were totally different. Performing oral sex on her lover was an element of her submissiveness and her desire to surrender herself.

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Ruthie spent the next several nights in her apartment re-living her night with Marla. She was obsessed with her new lover and couldn't stop thinking about her. She was elated when she got a text asking if she was free the following Friday afternoon. Yes! Most definitely, yes! She was surprised, because she figured that a married woman with three kids would have no free time. Well, Marla made the time. Her younger daughters wanted to go to a friend's house for a sleep-over and she responded: why, yes, of course you can hang out at your friend's place, all weekend if you want. The twins were surprised. Well, that was easy. First time Mom didn't ask a bunch of questions, only then to say no, you can't go. Same with her husband. He was off on one of his business trips and for once his wife wasn't badgering him with a bunch of text messages and suspicious questions.

Marla told Ruthie to wait for her at a bench next to the faculty section of the parking lot next to the Art Department. Ruthie had just finished modeling for one of Larson's classes, so she was lightly dressed, wearing nothing but a short sun dress and slip-on shoes. As always, she was wearing nothing underneath. When Marla arrived and Ruthie stood up to get in her car, sunlight passed through the thin cloth and her lack of any undergarments was evident.

Marla took charge of the conversation as they drove to her house, asking Ruthie about her modeling and gently probing to find out what she considered erotic. Ruthie shared her feelings about posing, confessing that she enjoyed being naked in front of her classmates, and outside in general. When they pulled up to a stoplight, Marla mischievously asked:

"And what does my naughty girl have on underneath that skirt?"

"Uh... I don't have anything ma'am."

"Hmmm... Let me see about that."

Blushing, Ruthie pulled the dress up to her waist. Marla reached over and ran her fingertips between her passenger's inner thighs and touched her pubic hair. The light changed and Marla had to re-focus her attention on driving. Ruthie pulled her dress back over her thighs, but her lover admonished her:

"Sweetie, don't be such a disobedient girl. I didn't say you could pull your dress back down."

Blushing and with her heart beating, Ruthie lifted the hem of the dress back to her waist and spent the rest of the trip riding bottomless. They pulled into Marla's garage and when they got out of the car, Marla pulled Ruthie's dress over her head, threw it in the car, and locked it. Ruthie was totally at her lover's mercy, with her backpack and dress inaccessible. The feeling of vulnerability was intensely erotic to her, something that Marla fully understood.

Marla ran her hands over the naked girl's body and kissed her breasts and neck. She made sure she was completely in charge before telling Ruthie to close her eyes and stand still. She grabbed a dining room chair and moved it to the middle of the living room, sat down, and told Ruthie to open her eyes and sit on her lap. She sweet-talked the student, continuing to tease her about being such a naughty girl. She caressed her lover's breasts and patted her bottom to let her know that, as a naughty girl, she needed to get a spanking. Through watching her guest's reactions, Marla confirmed that Ruthie was a total submissive.

"My precious sweetie. Such a naughty little girl, aren't we?"

"Oh... yes ma'am... naughty..."

"And you know what happens to naughty little girls who don't wear panties in public, don't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. Ohhh..."

Using a gentle, but firm voice, Marla told her naughty girl it was time to go over her lap. Ruthie was trembling, but she immediately obeyed. Marla touched between her legs. Already she was very wet. She continued rubbing and patting her bottom in anticipation of her upcoming punishment.

"Sweetie, you are such a bad girl. I really don't know what I'm gonna do with you."

Marla started spanking. Ruthie did not resist. She obediently kept her hands in front and was fully cooperative. She made no effort to cover her bottom, nor did she clench the muscles in her backside. She was where she wanted to be, having an experience that she was thoroughly enjoying with the mistress that she needed. Marla gave a nice long spanking, but avoided slapping too hard. She wanted Ruthie to enjoy her experience and stretch it out as long as possible, so she did not try to over-do it by inflicting too much pain. Finally, she stopped, to finish the session by massaging Ruthie's warm bottom. When she touched her companion between her legs, Ruthie shuddered and gasped from pleasure. Marla told her lover to stand up and embraced her. When she touched Ruthie's vulva, it was obvious the girl was more aroused than she had ever been in her life. The spanking had stimulated her and now Marla's fingers were working magic between her legs. She wanted to surrender herself, totally and completely.