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RP or REV? Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of
the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying
errors than the first post in early 1999. Since the story is
the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found
and corrected lots of errors.
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list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.
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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo
Chapter Fifteen
Katy Falls in Love
"Your hubby'll be here at nine, Katy," Clarice said quietly.
"Before he gets here, I'd like to talk to you about this weekend.
In case you can't tell, I'm in mother mode."
"I'm scared," the pregnant teenager admitted with a sob.
"You spend a lot of time scared. I'll help with that because I'm
going to tell you what you're going to do and wear, at least to
start. You don't have much experience and neither does Bruce.
So how do you suppose you get experience?"
"Doin' stuff."
"So do stuff," Clarice laughed. "I want you to do some things
for me, OK?" When Kaitlyn nodded, Clarice continued, "I want
you to start out being a kid and then become a woman to surprise
Bruce. You'll be a kid when I give you two a lecture, then a
woman when you come back. It needs to be a quick change, OK?"
"OK."
"Let's get you some clothes and then we can talk a bit more
while we wait, OK?"
"OK."
As they walked down the corridor, Clarice advised, "Once you go
back to your hubby, play it by ear. Just keep in mind what I
tell you and what you've learned. You have no idea what's going
to happen so look at this as an adventure, a road to somewhere
but you don't know where yet. Isn't it exciting to go to new
places and do new things?"
"Yes."
"A little more enthusiasm here," Clarice laughed, accepting
Kaitlyn's somber mood. "Get sex out of the way pretty quick so
you can talk. If I were you, I'd give him a blow job just so you
experience it. Go ahead and tell him he's your first and tell
him all the things you're afraid of, if you're scared, that you
might gag or throw up or do it wrong. You won't even know how
he'll react. He might be scared limp. But.. Here we are. How
about something ordinary to start, sneakers and shorts and a
T-shirt, OK? And undies appropriate for a teenager. Then..."
They collected more clothes. Then Clarice took Kaitlyn out to
the tiny cottage some distance down a cobbled path behind the old
school. The little square building was constructed of stone.
The single room had a simple kitchen and dining nook in one
corner with a table for two with a sitting area next to it. A
king-size bed dominating the other side. The only private area
was a walled off corner for a bathroom with shower, toilet and
sink.
"Now, when you come back out," Clarice said as final instruction,
"Do the vamp thing, OK? Shock your husband with the change. Now
let's go get him before one of the other girls jumps his bones."
"I'm still scared," Kaitlyn told the older woman.
"OK, stay scared if you want to. Are you aroused?"
"Not really. I'm too scared."
"You'll learn that taking charge helps the fear go away and that
you can make yourself hot if you want to. It's only been a week.
Is that him?"
"Yeah."
The teenage boy looked as bashful as Kaitlyn felt. He didn't
come running toward them, just stood with his hands behind his
back, waiting. He didn't quite know for what he was waiting.
"Bruce, I'm Clarice." They shook hands. "Ready?"
"I guess."
"You don't sound too enthusiastic," she commented, motioning for
the couple to start down the path.
"I don't know what to say. I'm..."
"I might as well start my lecture now and get it over with,"
Clarice laughed, trying to loosen some of the tension. "You two
screwed up. You're supposed to fall in love, get married, then
have sex, and then have a baby. You got it backwards. You had
sex and now you're married. You both feel ashamed, you can't yet
support yourselves and the future's pretty scary.
"Well, I'm an old fashioned woman who believes in marriage and
you two are married. So what you need to do now is fall in love
to complete things." She paused for a minute, waiting for a
reaction. "And that's a terrible expression, 'fall in love'.
Love takes effort. You don't fall. You work at it. In the old
days, you'd court each other. Bruce, you'd have had to walk for
miles to see her, just to look in her eyes. So, get to work.
Take her hand."
Reluctantly, he took Kaitlyn's hand. She let him take her hand,
then gave his hand a squeeze, and blushed.
"I want you guys to figure out the future and make some plans.
You absolutely have to get out of your parent's homes as quickly
as possible and that's going to take money. Do you have a job,
Bruce?"
"I'm working on a roofing crew."
"That's hard work, especially now that it's getting hot. Are you
going to college this fall?"
"I hope so. If I can afford it. I got a five hundred dollar
scholarship but, well, that won't even pay for the first
semester's tuition."
"Are you saving the money from your job?"
"Most of it."
"Save all of it," Clarice told him. "Young couples have to be
patient. If you pay the price now, you'll be rewarded in the
future. Do without a car and ride a bicycle to work. Borrow
books from the library rather than buying magazines or
paperbacks. But be independent. Do whatever you need to do as
long as it's legal. Now, Katy, what can you do to help?"
"I don't know."
"True, but you'd better learn and learn quick. Good paying jobs
are hard to come by but we'll talk about that later. Did you go
to the discussion group last week, Bruce?" Clarice asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Learn anything?"
"Maybe. I think so, ma'am."
"Well, experience is the best teacher. You don't have that yet
but you'll have an opportunity later. Take it." They had
arrived at the cottage and Bruce politely opened the door and
held it open for the women.
"Have a seat. I'll brew some tea," Clarice told them.
"And now more lecture. Guys, you two have some anger built up.
Bruce, you're probably mad at both yourself and at Katy because
she's pregnant. It takes two. Katy's mad, too. Right now, you
both feel trapped. So go ahead and argue and yell, but always be
respectful of each other. Let out your anger first. Then plan
for the future. Plan to work at love. Plan to be lovers for the
next fifty or sixty years and you will be. But if you let your
anger fester into hate, you won't last a week after the baby's
born. But you can deal with babies when the time comes. Well,
that's the end of my lecture. Have fun."
"I need to use the bathroom," Kaitlyn stammered out as she rushed
through the door in the corner at the same time that Clarice let
the outside door swing closed. She quickly stripped off her
shoes, shorts, T-shirt, and underwear, then pulled the stretchy
dress over her head, and stepped into the pumps. She pulled the
scrunchy from her hair, ran a brush through it a few strokes, and
looked at herself in the mirror. A bit of glossy lipstick and a
dab of perfume. 'I can't do this,' her mind was saying. 'Yes, I
can. I think I can, I think I can, I think I..'
She had practiced the move a thousand times in her head. Open
the door, lean back against it, raise one leg, hands behind the
back to emphasize the bust, cock head jauntily, and smile. She
managed it with her eyes closed and then looked toward the table
where Bruce had been sitting when she went into the bathroom.
He wasn't there.
"You ruined my entrance," she snapped, stepping away from the
door to find Bruce exploring the empty dresser drawers.
"I'm sorry," he apologized quickly, looking down quickly,
embarrassed by his thoughts at seeing his wife looking so
different. So sexy.
"Look at me, damn it!" she snapped, then whined. "I'm sorry,
too. I wanted to see your face. You were supposed to be happy
to see me, the change, you know."
"We're really fucked up," Bruce said softly, still not looking
at his wife.
"I will _NOT_ allow profanity in my house!"
"I'm sorry," Bruce whined again.
"Except during sex, or as a prelim... well, like during
foreplay," Kaitlyn said, trying to be a good wife and lover and
to make some progress in their relationship. "Clarice said I
ought to get sex out of the way first thing so we could really
talk. And I... Geez, I'm embarrassed."
"I guess we should get undressed," Bruce said uncertainly.
"Let me undress you," she said, remembering what Clarice had
said about taking charge to build confidence. She pulled his
T-shirt off over his head and pulled at his belt, trying to
imitate a seduction scene she had seen in an R-rated movie. Then
she knelt down to lower his zipper. "Look at me, Bruce. We're
going to get naked and have sex. You can look at my boobs.
Please look at them and.. You're hard. Good. I want to give
you a blow job."
"No, I want to eat you first," Bruce said, a bit too loud. "I'm
supposed to, well, they said that men cum too quick and I'm
supposed to go slow and, well."
"Later," Kaitlyn said, engulfing his prick quickly before she
lost her nerve.
"Oh, Kate!" was all Bruce managed to say. Katy wanted to stop
long enough to ask if she was doing it right. But Bruce seemed
to be enjoying it based on his groans and the throbbing. "Oh,
geez, I'm not.. I'm gonna.. Oh, fuck!"
Kaitlyn prepared herself mentally. Don't gag. Just the head in
so you don't choke. Don't inhale. Swallow quickly if you feel
queasy. She was surprised how easy it was. Squirt, squirt, like
shots from an athlete's squeeze bottle. No problem rolling it
around. Oooh, it's getting soft. A little salty. They said it
might be bitter but it's just salty. And a little slimy but not
as bad as grandma's okra.
"Now I want to eat you," Bruce panted, trying to lift his wife.
"Can we please wait?" Kaitlyn said, having difficulty getting up
in the unfamiliar pumps. "I want.. I have plans. See, I..
Well, let me show you." She ran back to the bathroom and came
back out holding up a tiny shorty nighty, black, transparent, and
totally sexy. "In my mind, I was going to dress up in this and
serve you dinner while you sit there naked. You know, candle
light and romance. That'll put me more in the mood."
"Oh," Bruce said, both disappointed and relieved. Then he pumped
up his courage. "Can I at least look and get a taste? I went to
this, well, it's a class, I guess, with some of the other
husbands. Older guys aren't too smart sometimes either. And
they talked about this stuff and I'm supposed to get the
topographic anatomy down, like where your clit' is and stuff."
"Gad, this is embarrassing," Kaitlyn blushed.
"You're my wife," Bruce said with a smile.
Kaitlyn smiled back, still blushing. "That's the first time
you've said that like you mean it."
"Katy, I love you," Bruce told her.
"Well, not yet but we're making a good start, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
"Well, come have a look," Kaitlyn told him, blushing even more
as she pulled up the hem of the clinging dress to reveal that
she wore no panties.
"Lay down on the bed?" Bruce suggested.
"OK." She tried to walk gracefully in the heels. She didn't but
neither of them cared because she kicked them off. Closing her
eyes, she laid back and spread her legs.
Hands, fingers opening her labia. Touching. Cold fingers!
Oooh, that was nice, finger sliding down. But it's dry and a
little rough but.. Oooh, I'm wet. Juicy. Finger's not dry
anymore.. wet.. not cold any more, either. "AAAaaah."
"That's your clitoris, right?"
"Oh, yeah! That's it, all right."
"And labia." That feel all puffy, Kaitlyn thought as Bruce used
a fingertip to explore between her legs. She blushed with shame
for a moment. Then other emotions entered the mixture flowing
through her mind: pride because of her responsiveness, wonder
from the heavenly feelings, gratitude that Bruce was being so
considerate and nice, communicative, pleasant. 'And other good
stuff,' she quickly added mentally as his tongue flicked out to
take a first taste and then, far from repulsed, slithered up and
down, circling her clit' but never actually making contact with
the love button he had just discovered.
"Am I doing it right?" Bruce asked uncertainly.
"It sure feels right to me," Kaitlyn replied, enjoying the
sensations without feeling particularly aroused. Bruce slowly
speeded up his ministrations and became more forceful. He also
concentrated more and more around her clitoris and then flicked
his tongue right over it.
Kaitlyn decided that things just weren't right. She was
starting to warm up but she just knew that this particular
session wasn't going to end in an orgasm for her so her mind went
to work on how to tell Bruce before his poor tongue gave out.
"Bruce? Come up here and kiss me before your tongue's all used
up."
"I want to give you an orgasm. I'm camped out down here until I
do."
"Well you may be there a long time," she told him, propping
herself up on her elbows. "I've had like five orgasms in my
whole life and I gave myself three of those in the last two
days. Clarice says we need to learn what we like by playing
with ourselves if we expect a guy to be able to.. That _does_
feel good but I'm not going to be able to cum just yet. Don't
take this personally but I'm not in the mood."
"Ah, fuck," Bruce spat out, getting up off the rug at the edge
of the bed in disgust.
"Come here kiss me before I cry," Kaitlyn begged, already
sobbing.
The two discussions that Bruce attended taught him two things:
During the first, 'If in doubt, hug -- and don't say anything
that will make things worse.' That applied to a man dealing with
a woman's anger, her disappointment, and especially to crying.
The second was devoted to cunnilingus and the advice came
straight from John Grey's best selling book, 'Get comfortable
and plan to camp out down there for a while.'
In spite of trying to get comfortable, his neck hurt, his tongue
muscles were exhausted and his jaw ached. If he was completely
honest with himself and his wife, he had to admit that it was
actually a relief to quit for a while. So he did. Out loud.
"I guess we both have a lot to learn," Kaitlyn said softly.
"I do, at least," Bruce grumbled.
"Me, too."
"That blow job was perfect."
"That one would just get me a barely passing grade. To get an
A, I have to take you all the way down my throat until my lips
are against your hair," she informed him. "But that'll be like
ten weeks from now and Clarice said that some women never get to
where they can do it."
"It was perfect for me."
"Thanks, but practice makes perfect. Can I practice some more
on you?"
"Only if I can practice on you, too."
"I'd like that."
"Me, too."
"But later," Kaitlyn told him. "I have other homework to do.
So come here and let's get started."
"If we have to," Bruce grumbled good-naturedly, sitting down at
the table to work on a budget and plans for the future based on
an outline that Clarice left there. "So what does this mean?"
Bruce asked as Katy checked off another item from the sheet of
homework assignments.
"I'll have to show you."
"Can't you just tell me what it means to 'exercise PC'?"
"I could, but it'll be more fun if we just do it."
"So tell me."
"OK," Kaitlyn sighed. "I don't remember what the P-C stands for
but the PC muscles are the ones down here that keep pee and poop
in. But a good wife is supposed to be able to squeeze her
husband's cock with them when they fuck but it's back to that
whole thing of practice makes perfect. Most women can't even
control those muscles and then women've got to develop strength
and stamina. The woman who's teaching about it can actually
shoot a rubber prick out of her pussy. She's incredible."
"So how do you practice?" Bruce asked, his prick coming to life.
"Well, we start fucking with me on top, see? That's on the list,
too. I going to love some my homework," she laughed.
"I might like it, too."
"What? Me on top, doing all the work?"
"Definitely."
"Rule number one for a good wife is to always be available to her
husband for sex. So I'm available."
Bruce proved that young men recover quickly. Kaitlyn licked his
rigid cock, "just for practice," and to lubricate him. Then, for
the first time, she straddled a man and lowered herself onto an
erect penis with a satisfied sigh.
"A one and ah two and three and four," Kaitlyn sang out, sitting
still while contracting her muscles as tightly as she could.
"Can you feel that?"
"Yeah. That feels terrific."
"Could I make you cum from just doing that?" When he didn't
answer right away, she added, "Be honest."
"No. Not enough, you know, friction."
"Clarice and Lucy can actually milk a guy with their muscles. I
have to work on it."
"So what do you do when there's no guy around?"
"Well, we do all sorts of things. Like when I pee, I do it in
little squirts." She explained all of the exercises, inserting
her fingers and squeezing, using the metal PC dumbbells, and
practicing on the meter and balloon machine that would be used to
grade them.
"I'd like to see that," Bruce told her, smiling.
"I'm sure you would," she smiled back.
"So what else have you done this week?"
"You want the whole story?"
"If it's as interesting as PC exercises, sure."
So Kaitlyn gave her new husband a lengthy summary of her week
while impaled on his cock, exercising her PC muscles regularly as
she spoke. Bruce took advantage of this new position to caress
his wife's breasts, remembering patience, cupping and stroking
all around the her breasts before closing in on her noticeably
larger nipples. ",. And so here I am, working on my homework and
enjoying it like I've never enjoyed any other homework," she
concluded.
"I'm enjoying it, too."
"Be honest, now," she told him seriously. "What do you want to
do now?" He blushed. She noticed. "Tell the truth. You won't
hurt my feelings."
"OK," he agreed. "But let me ask you this. How many positions
have we made love in?"
"I get it," she grinned. "The good old missionary to get me
knocked up and this one. Do you have a new position in mind?"
"Doggie style?" he offered, uncertainly.
"Woof, woof," Kaitlyn barked out, lifting herself off his cock
to kneel on the bed with her butt facing him.
"Bitch," he laughed, scratching her head like he would a dog's.
"My sexy puppy." He aimed his pole at her waiting hole and
lunged forward and began slapping into her, faster and faster,
thankful for the added friction and depth. Kaitlyn reached under
herself to stroke her pussy and cup his balls. He groaned loudly
when he felt her soft hand on his sack. "Gawd, that feels good."
"It's supposed to," she laughed. He stopped. "What's wrong?"
"You're not, you know."
"I'm enjoying it and I am getting turned on," she told him, still
smiling as she fell forward and rolled over to look at him. "But
you know it takes women a long time and especially inexperienced
women. Hey, you weren't this concerned when you got me
pregnant."
"I wasn't in love then, either. I love you."
'He loves me,' Katy smiled to herself, feeling a shiver of
delight rock her whole body.
"What are you grinning at?" Bruce demanded, his glistening cock
waving in the air about where Kaitlyn's bottom had been just
seconds before.
"You," she informed him, smiling even more. "You meant it that
time."
"What?"
"That you loved me. So love me."
Bruce was actually thankful for the respite. His cock was loaded
but a long way from ready to fire. He gleefully fell forward so
his face was between her legs and started licking the labia that
were now noticeably redder and larger than before.
"Oh, shit!" Kaitlyn gasped as his tongue swiped across her now
sensitized love button. "Eeeii!"
No mental midget, Bruce knew immediately that she was aroused
this time. He licked all around her pussy, finding that he liked
her taste and the whole experience. He liked making her twitch
with a swipe directly over her clit and making her groan when he
backed off and just licked beside it.
But his neck soon ached. 'Shoulda' been ready to camp out for a
while,' he chided himself. But he solved the problem by dragging
her to the edge of the bed and throwing her legs over his
shoulders while he knelt comfortably on the rug. Her feet were
soon planted on his shoulders to open herself to his
ministrations.
"Oh, gawd, Brucie, that feels so good," she panted. "There!
Yeah, oh, gawd, you're gonna do it. I'm gonna cum. Do it hard
there, right on my clit', faster, Faster, FASTER, HARDERRRrrr."
Nature took over, making Kaitlyn buck her pubis up against
Bruce's face, every muscle in her body rigid as the big O
approached. With his hands cupping her bottom so he could keep
his tongue in contact with her clit, Bruce followed her every
move until the explosion came.. and she came, far more
powerfully than ever before.
And then she was crying. When in doubt, Bruce knew what to do
about that. Crawl up beside her and hug her.
Kaitlyn was unconscious on his arm, cuddled against his side. He
didn't know whether she passed out or just fell asleep. It
didn't matter. Either way, he had done it, he made her cum. The
satisfied look on her face was his reward as he gently caressed
her body with his free hand, occasionally planting kisses in her
hair.
When she woke up, Bruce was sitting at the table looking through
her notebook. Her first inclination was to yell at him that it
was private. But he was her husband. Some of the stuff in there
was embarrassing but... "Finding anything interesting?"
"Are you really going to masturbate in front of me?"
"I'm supposed to," she smiled, stretching. "And for all I know,
there are hidden video cameras keeping watch to make sure that I
do all of my homework so I guess I'd better do it."
"The... it says that you can do it, play with yourself, I mean,
while you're on top," he grinned at her.
"Are you ready again?"
"Yeah."
"Me, too," she giggled, standing on the rumpled bed and crooking
her finger at her husband. He bounded over to the bed and lay on
his back, his hard-on flat against his belly until she took it in
her hand and aimed it toward her pussy hole. She started to sit
on it and immediately met resistance. "I'm kind of dry."
"I can fix that," Bruce grinned, ready to push her off.
"No, let me," she told him, swiping the tip of his prick up and
down between her labia. She used his cock like she did the
rubber sheathed vibrator after the batteries ran down, wiping
the tip over her clitoris. "Ah, that feels nice," she told him.
"I'll say."
"Easy now," she reminded herself as well as her husband as she
repositioned his cock at the entrance to her love tunnel and
started to settle onto it. She pumped in and out, slightly
moist now. And the friction was delicious and made her wet.
Wetter, anyway. Wetter with each stroke. And a little deeper
each time.
"Ah, that feels great," Bruce sighed.
"I'll say," Kaitlyn agreed, enjoying the different sensation of
being penetrated while just moist rather than sopping. The
friction pulled on the skin that connected her cunt to her clit
so that it felt.. "So great."
She was a little disappointed when her natural lubrication put
an end to the scrumptious friction and left her with a cock
buried completely inside her. But she loved the feeling of being
filled. Bruce's cock was infinitely better than the rubber cocks
she had used during the week. It was warm and alive. She could
feel blood pulsing through it while it was inside her, mingling
with her own throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
"I haven't been able to get myself off with just my fingers yet,"
Katy apologized as she withdrew enough to get some of her juices
on her fingertips. "I had to use a vibrator."
"Do you have one? Here?"
"Yeah. In the bedside table."
"Get it," Bruce ordered, excited by the idea.
"I want to try it with just my fingers first. I keep getting
close but, well, it's the deal of practice."
"... makes perfect," he finished for her. "I sure enjoy your
practice," he informed her, reaching out to touch her breasts,
cupping them, avoiding for the time being the nipples that were
already erect and oh, so tempting.
The young couple lost count of how many times they made love and
how many times each of them came. They forgot about food,
neither even noticing that they missed supper.
Bruce was fascinated with Kaitlyn's reactions and responsiveness.
He was also a good observer. It was so erotic, just watching her
get herself off with her fingers for the first time and then with
the vibrator, which was much quicker, but the vibrator orgasm
didn't seem as strong. It was even more fun to try to get her
off with his fingers and to use the vibrator on her while she
played with her own breasts. He was surprised at how hard she
pulled on her nipples just before she came. Katy had difficulty
explaining how she wanted more intense sensations when she was
aroused, how things that would otherwise hurt felt good when she
was turned on.
The next time Bruce decided to eat his wife's pussy, since his
cock got long but remained soft after having spurted more than
half a dozen times, he reached up to tweak her nipples. As she
got close, he pulled hard, twisting and turning and...
"Wow," he laughed. "That was intense!"
"I'll say," she agreed.
"Didn't it hurt?" he asked.
"What?"
"Your nips. I was afraid I'd pull them off."
"It was, well. They're kind of sore right now but like I said,
when I'm really turned on, it felt, well... I mean, it hurts but
it makes everything so, well, you said it. Intense."
"I guess I've got a lot to learn," he smiled.
"We both do," she agreed. "That's what my homework is all about
and we have to do some more of the non-sex stuff or I'm going to
be in trouble."
"Maybe we can combine it," he suggested. "Like you can write
while I lick you."
"Too distracting."
"Well come on up here and let's get some work done," he told her
seriously. She brought her notebook onto the bed and sat in the
middle with her legs crossed. Bruce snuggled up behind her with
his legs spread to each side and rested his chin on her shoulder
so he could see as they started working on a budget.
They did get a little work done. Very little. Bruce's hands
were clasped around her middle when they started figuring how
much money they'd need to be on their own. But her skin felt so
nice. And different in different places. He discovered folds
of skin when she leaned over to slide his finger between,
feeling the body oil that remained from the sweat produced the
last time. Soft skin under a tit, still white from being hidden
from the sun. And hair, soft in some places and prickly in
others.
"Bruce, we have to do this," Katy told her husband, removing his
hand from the patch of hair between her legs.
"Yes, dear," he answered in a singsong voice, scooting forward
so she could feel his prick throbbing against her back.
"You _can't_ be ready to go again!"
"Practice makes perfect," he whispered just before he began
nibbling at her earlobe with his lips, sliding his hands up to
cup her breasts and gently twist her erect nipples with his
fingertips.
"Aaahh," she sighed, not quite believing how sensitive her
nipples had become and how enjoyable his gentle manipulation
felt. And how sensitive her skin felt. And how Bruce had
learned just where to put his hands to get things ready between
her legs without...
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