Ruby Delecour: Renamed Text
Last night, right around Carson, the power went out suddenly. My neighbor mentioned your reputation of being skilled and affordable. She inquired about when you could arrive to avoid missing the show.
This is how I got introduced to Ruby Delecour.
I started my old VW van, which struggled initially, and off I went to 1463 Maple located in the old section of town. I figured I'd be there within 30 minutes and that I'd make some extra money for college.
Back then, television repair work was a bit more challenging than it is now. Radio had been a hobby of mine during high school, so I already knew quite a bit about electronics. With my job at the gas station, I had a lot of spare time to read and study, so I enrolled in "The International Correspondence School of Radio and TV Repair." Six months later, my diploma arrived, and I was ready to go.
Although I enjoyed television repair on a professional level, I knew it wasn't something I wanted to do long-term. The monetary aspect was enjoyable, but the work itself wasn't fulfilling for me. So, I enrolled in the state engineering college to pursue my dream of designing rather than repairing.
Being a self-employed television repairman, my services were in high demand as radios and televisions were not as reliable back then. To finance my college education, I continued to handle service calls by coordinating them around my classes.
On this particular day, I happened to be free during the week, so I answered Ruby's call directly.
When I arrived, Ruby, a woman around 30-40 years of age, greeted me. Her messy long dark brown hair, unkempt appearance, and her chenille housecoat made her seem older. Her housecoat almost made sense if you'd consider that most retirees in this area often lived in the identical bungalows on this street.
She informed me of the issue as I stepped into her small entryway.
"Welcome, I'm Ruby. It's in the living room."
I followed the sound of Ruby's slippers and entered the living room, where Ruby took a seat on the sofa. She placed her heavy glass onto her lap, sighed, and commented about her deceased husband, Harold, who was more interested in repairing it himself.
"You want a drink?"
"Uh, no, I'm good."
She gazed at me sadly for a moment, took another drink, and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, not lately."
Ruby nodded and continued to drink.
"I'm glad one woman won't experience that."
The television was surrounded by dust in its small wooden cabinet. I examined the circuit board in the dimly lit living room, checking for damage. There were no noticeable problems like scorch marks or a fried resistor. It was most likely a power supply tube. I began testing the tubes by pulling each one from their sockets and placing them in my tester.
As I finished testing the first tube, Ruby spoke up.
"Want a drink?"
"No… I'm okay, thanks."
I could see Ruby's face sag slightly before she took another drink and continued to entertain herself with her comments on her ex-husband, Harold.
Impressed by her forwardness, I quickly finished the repairs. Ruby thanked me and walked into the kitchen.
"You need anything else?"
"No, that's it," I replied as I prepared to leave. However, I had an idea.
"One last question, Ruby - what's your son's name?"
"Son?" Her eyes brightened. "You bet. Roy."
I felt a bit uneasy as I left. I feared that I might have overstepped boundaries with Ruby and possibly offended her, causing uncomfortable situations in the future. I felt it was necessary to change the tone of our interactions if I did not want to jeopardize my relationship with her. I needed to set clearer boundaries and maintain a professional distance.
I continued to remain in tune with the tunes of her slippers, navigating my way back to my van, deep in thought.
When I started the now familiar coughing of my van and drove away, the question of Ralph was all that remained on my mind. "Why had I asked about her son?" I wondered.
At the time, I did not have an answer. If I could foretell the future, I might have known that Roy would be serving me pizza and coffee in a couple of years and that I'd be getting to know him. But for now, I had no idea.
The needle on the testing device landed within the red band of the indicator. I looked through the drawer filled with tubes and took out a replacement. Now to discover the source of the problem.
"So, no response?" he asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"No response at all," I replied with a frown. "But it wasn't a physical assault. He just found someone else, and then unceremoniously tossed me aside."
Her voice cracked and threatened to break down as she spoke, but her lips pressed together firmly and she regained control quickly.
"Harold never raised a hand in anger," she continued. "He was too much of a coward for that. He simply went away for the weekend with his secretary, came back, and told me that he'd picked another woman over me. The sting is as intense as that of a slap."
My eyes were locked on Ruby, who looked back at me with a defiant gaze, accompanied by a slight sneer.
"Fascinating," she said sarcastically. "I'm guessing you've never heard a woman use those words before? They're great for expressing strong emotions."
Ruby twirled her head back and forth while singing out her curses in a whisper-song.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck Harold! Fuck the dick-less Harold and his red-haired secretary! Fuck her big boobs and her tight, little ass!"
She giggled a bit at her own spiteful speech, but her expression turned sour once more.
"And what about them?" she inquired nonchalantly.
"Those?"
"Her tits were bigger than mine, and she had a skinny ass. She was standing right next to me when Harold handed me the documents to give my signature on. You like big boobs and a skinny ass, don't you, Bill?"
I looked away from Ruby's face and stared at the television, whose component was now installed and working.
"I suppose it comes down to personal taste, I guess," I said as I tweaked the controls to raise the volume.
A wave of eyes swept over Ruby as she stood up and casually dropped her robe to the floor. Intrigued, she turned and winked at me, her full buttocks swaying in front of my gaze.
"Well...?" she inquired as she raised her eyebrows. "I'm not drunk and just enjoying myself. Does this persuade you?"
"You've had three whole drinks though, Ruby."
"I'm not drunk and I'm not making a decision in haste. You're the one with a problem that can be fixed. I just have a question."
"Which is...?"
"Do you think you could give me that fuck that you mentioned earlier?"
"I'm not that kind..."
"But you were enjoying the idea, weren't you? I can tell."
She slowly leaned onto the couch, displaying her breasts and her trimmed pubic hair.
"A little, I suppose," I muttered.
Ruby moved to the edge of the couch, her expression still ardent.
"I'll give you some time to change your mind, I guess."
She slid her hand over my arm and blocked any attempts to stop her.
"Come here, Bill. Make me feel better after what happened."
Ruby had won, and I was left with no choice but to comply with her persistent request. Her breasts were enticing as I circled them with my thumbs while gently pinching her nipples. Her whole body shuddered and she moaned with pleasure. Experiencing the same sensation, I took off my shirt and worked to take off my jeans.
With a soft "come here", Ruby scooted closer to me and urged me to lie between her thighs. She swiftly removed her robe and placed my hands in her lap, inviting me to touch her. She was fully aroused and keen to fulfill her desires. After a momentary pause, I fell in line with her and diligently proceeded to fulfill her lust.
After three months, it seemed like Ruby wouldn't need any build-up since as soon as I was on top of her, she gripped my penis, guided it through her curly hair, and pushed herself towards me. I was able to fit about half my length inside her without much friction. She pulled back a bit, then lifted her hips again, and my cock slid into Ruby's warm, wet depths. She shivered and moaned.
"Oh my God, I need this."
She draped one leg over the back of the couch and rested the other on the floor, providing enough power to match every thrust I made. By rocking her hips, she pushed my cock deeper into her vagina. This experience was completely new and astonishing for me. Ruby's body was like an eager vacuum, trying to hold onto my penis with every withdrawal.
Ruby was leading me to places I've never been, and she was doing it too quickly.
"Ruby, I need to slow down or --"
"No, don't...faster, faster, I'm almost there...oh God...fuck me faster."
I ceded and intensified my thrusts as quickly as possible. It took mere seconds for me to reach my climax, and with every stroke, my semen spilled into Ruby, filling her completely. I sensed her nails digging into my back as she moaned and rocked her hips against my penis. She came within an instant, letting out a flurry of gasping pants that concluded in a quiet whimper and the frantic movement of her hips over my ejaculating member.
As I lay there, nestled between Ruby's legs, I surmised that she must have set a world record. It would have taken her less than a couple of minutes to reach her climax. If her ex had been her lover, he was either a fool or simply ignorant.
Her quiet chuckle amused me.
"Wow. I really needed that, but damn...I can't move now."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. That was...very wild."
Ruby giggled again.
"God...I was so desperate for sex. I still am, but not as much now. Wanna stay for dinner? The dessert will be fantastic, I promise."
So I stayed for dinner, indulging in tuna casserole, which I still enjoy. Dinner was followed by dessert where her talented mouth and hands made themselves known. We reached another climax together, this time as she rode me until my balls were in danger of being expelled through my penis. By the time she finished, it was past eleven. Ruby suggested that I shouldn't drive in the dark, so I spent the night. Breakfast was as entertaining, and she even reimbursed me for the repairs before I left.
I fixed Ruby's TV only once more that year. She called to say the volume control was broken. It worked flawlessly when I turned it, but I couldn't hear Ruby behind me until she whispered, "I need to be fucked again" in my ear.
I believe she moved away after that because I never heard from her again. I hope there's someone out there trying to manage her lust. Sometimes, when I think of her, I smirk and envy that guy.
