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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.
The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m.
went down. The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s. This
is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU)
story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni
stories. In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a
list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.
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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo
Chapter Eighteen
Contemplation
Eight nude women collected at the back of the gym to join a
silent Clarice who just pointed to stretchy slippers like the
ones given out by hospitals. They were incredibly comfortable
after weeks in high heels. Not knowing what else to do, the
women slipped them on and followed Clarice out the back door.
Clarice led them down a gravel pathway for fifteen minutes to a
rock cabin by a flowing stream where the air smelled fresh and
clean from wild flowers and the sound of the water flowing in
the little brook soothed them, quieting their thoughts. Inside
the cabin were dozens of cushions and eight camping style
mattresses, eight sleeping bags, eight mugs, eight plates, eight
of everything but no chair, table, desk, or even a toilet.
Just four walls with a window in one sidewall, a fireplace in
the opposite wall, and doors in the front and back.
Clarice handed them each a piece of paper containing a schedule:
12:30-13:00 silent contemplation
13:00-14:00 silent exercise
14:00-15:00 silent hot tub
15:00-17:00 free time - read, write, catch up on
homework, walk, exercise, or ?
17:00-18:00 silent supper - soup & sandwich
18:00- free time
-0?:00 wake up
08:00-09:00 quiet discussion
09:00-10:00 exercise
10:00-12:00 free time
....
Clarice walked away quickly, leaving them with only their
toothbrushes and the contents of the footlocker. After almost
five weeks of continuous, frantic activity, the eight women
didn't quite know what to do. They wandered through the little
sixteen by twenty cabin, finding a locker with eight blank
notebooks, eight pencils, a box of baking soda, a bar of
lye soap, some books.
Outside, they found plastic coated dumbbells on the lawn. A huge
wooden hot tub that would easily hold all of them was surrounded
by a deck. Some of the women wandered down by the stream and
found that a rock dam created a pool, an old fashioned swimming
hole that looked inviting with the summer heat and humidity,
especially with the pebble beach. Kaitlyn and Maria settled down
into sun baked pebbles, Katy laying back and closing her eyes
while Maria stared blankly at the water. Maria sat up, thinking.
A little later, Kaitlyn found Laura wandering around. "Come on,"
she told the older woman. "Let's find Darlene and take a walk
for our exercise."
Laura looked around as if she expected Nancy to jump out of the
bushes and flail them with the riding crop. But no one appeared
and Laura passively followed the pregnant teenager to a rock
where they found Darlene standing, rocking from one foot to the
other. "Darlene," Katy called out. "Come walk with us for our
aerobics. Then we can do some dumbbell exercises when we get
back." Darlene wore the same astonished expression as Laura but
joined them for a long walk along a path that led upstream
through the woods.
Kaitlyn was obviously the leader of the expedition, walking so
briskly that the older and heavier women had to struggle a little
bit to keep up. Even Katy was out of breath and sweating heavily
before they turned around. It was easier going back since it was
downhill most of the way. Then Katy stopped on the lawn and
picked up a pair of seven-pound dumbbells. "I think I'll just do
the home circuit," she mumbled, beginning with military presses
and moving immediately to upright rows, curls, and so on, keeping
her heart rate up for another half hour or so.
Following Katy's lead, the other seven women went through a
workout on the lawn where more sweet Dutch clover than grass
carpeted the area. Bees buzzed between the white blossoms as
they exercised but the insects were too busy collecting nectar
and pollen to bother the women.
When she felt 'right', Katy put down the dumbbells, skipped down
to the pond, and dove in from a rock along the edge. "Aii, it's
cold," she squealed as she surfaced but she stayed in the deep
mini-lake, treading water in the middle or diving to explore the
rocky bottom once she got used to the water. The other seven
women all wandered down to join her, some just dangling their
feet in the water while others swam.
When Katy strode up the pebble beach at the back of the pond
farthest from the dam, she gathered sticks along the edge of the
woods before she walked back up the slope to the hot tub. Most
of the other women followed her lead.
"I saw one of these in a magazine," Katy told them, putting her
sticks into the burner at the side of the tub. "Did anybody see
matches? Maybe in the locker." The boiler's firebox was soon
full. Katy had found matches and a can of charcoal lighter in
the covered tinderbox beside the boiler. Soon, the fragrant
smell of burning hardwood filled the air as they all settled into
the tub, the boiler sending bubbles and blasts of steam out under
the benches in the tub to churn the water.
"You guys still haven't figured it out, have you?" Katy asked the
group once they were settled in the warm water. She didn't say
anything for a long time, then spoke up again. "We have a
schedule, right? But we don't have a clock or watch, do we? And
there's nobody to tell us what to do. This is like 'Walden Pond'
or something until Clarice comes back. We're supposed to think
and read and write and do what we want to do and the thinking is
about everything. How we try to do too much and that just gets
us depressed or mad or screwed up in general. I know I can do a
lot now. But I'll never..."
Kaitlyn's voice was usually loud and brash but it was now soft
and soothing as she quietly talked about her feelings. ".. I
love Bruce but I still get mad. At him. At myself. It's going
to be really tough when we move into our own place. And when the
baby comes, it'll be worse. I'm scared. But I'm excited, too.
And I need this time to think."
Clarice appeared, looking vital and healthy in her nudity. She
slipped into the tub with the eight women and listened to Kaitlyn
continue, "Sometimes I think I should have waited and I should
have, but now that I've, that we.. Bruce and I made a baby. I
won't have an abortion and it's too late now so I have two
choices, one, give the baby up for adoption or two, well, it's
obvious." She faced Clarice and asked, "Do you think we can
make it?"
Clarice was stretched out, neck deep in the bubbling water that
was only slightly warmer than before Katy built the fire. She
just smiled at the young woman, raising one eyebrow. Kaitlyn
stared at her for a few minutes. "Yeah. I have to figure it out
for myself."
When she first saw Clarice, Jennifer had tensed, knowing that
they were going to be punished, that Kaitlyn was going to end
up wearing a gag for violating the order to be silent. But
Clarice said not a single word. The youngest girl in the group
had figured it out, what was going on.
Jennifer's mind emptied. She closed her eyes and stretched out
her long frame in the warm water. Sounds filled her mind, the
buzz of insects, the far-off tinkle of water descending the
brook's rocky path, a ruffle of leaves. So peaceful.
Wendy had confessed the first day, telling everyone that she was
afraid she was gay. Jennifer harbored the same fear but couldn't
admit it. She had never had a satisfactory relationship with a
man. She was too tall. Too gangly. Her tits were too small,
her butt was too big, and her bones were too long. The only time
she ever enjoyed herself with a man was with that kid, the boy
toy that Wendy ordered that first weekend. But he was so short
and skinny. Much too short. But it was something, the effect he
had on her, the feelings.
But the women, geez, what a woman can do to a woman. When they
were ordered to kiss each other, Jennifer intentionally tensed
all of her muscles to try to make her face red so it would look
like a blush, like she was embarrassed when, in truth, she was
excited, aroused, looking forward to every kiss and touch. And
it was fun and it felt nice and it turned her on. And fingers.
And showering together. And using sex toys. Everything she did
with the other women turned her on and gave her orgasms. Lots of
them. Powerful ones that came easily. 'So I guess I'm gay,' she
decided, opening her eyes to look around.
Her thoughts had aroused her. She looked around, searching for a
lover among the women around her. Wendy thought she was gay but
Jennifer knew better. The girl was just bashful but otherwise
perfectly normal. Maria was absolutely homophobic and still
resisted sexual activity with women even though that was a big
part the program of GWU. Maria fought her own body, trying to
keep herself from having orgasms that were pulled from her body.
Kaitlyn was a little bomb waiting to explode, a definite
possibility. Katy loved everything and everyone but Jennifer
didn't want to interrupt her contemplation.
At 46, Laura was just beginning to reblossom. Hormone cream and
physical fitness were making her over into a whole new person
from the one who showed up six weeks earlier but she was so
conventional and conservative. Laura enjoyed physical sex with
women but only when it was forced on her. Kim was so tiny. At
six feet plus, doing 69 with a five foot pixie just wasn't
physically practical. That left Debbie and Darlene. Both were
hot. And both loved sex in all forms.
Jennifer chuckled to herself, imagining steam bubbles coming from
her pussy now that she felt heated up. Hot enough to explode at
any minute. If she didn't do something soon, she knew that she
would need to get off with her fingers or whatever was convenient
and.. And right next to her was the sexiest woman she had ever
seen, sexy at fifty-plus. Clarice.
Jennifer had made love to seven of the women in the tub in dozens
of different ways plus some encounters with some of the other
students in the school and some of the staff. Well, one. Tina.
Dominating her was one of the.. no, that was definitely the
number one hottest sexual experience of her life with the
possible exception of the boy toy, whatever his name was. But
Clarice just oozed sexuality and vitality and 'damn, I'm getting
hot,' Jennifer realized as she glanced at the woman next to her.
'I wonder what she'd do if I kissed her?'
Her mind went back to lessons, personal courage, willingness to
try new things, intimacy. 'Could I stand it if she rejects me?'
Jennifer wondered. 'Of course I could.' It was Clarice who
taught them so much. Jennifer suddenly realized that she felt a
warmth toward the older woman who could be so cruel and loving at
the same time. She felt affection, maybe even love.
Suddenly, it was easy for Jennifer to slowly turn and kiss the
post-menopausal woman gently on the lips. Clarice's hand softly
stroked up Jenn's side under the bubbling water as she responded,
opening her mouth to receive Jennifer's tentatively advancing
tongue. Jennifer marveled at how easy and natural it was to
deepen the kiss as they rolled toward each other into an easy
embrace, buoyed by the warm water and stimulated by the steamy
bubbles that tickled as they burst into smaller bubbles and
floated along their naked flesh, covering both women with goose
bumps.
"That's going to give a whole new meaning to kissin' ass,"
Kaitlyn snickered quietly as she stood up on the bench to get
out of the tub, her skin wrinkled by the long soak. Maria, too,
got up and stood. Without inhibition, Kaitlyn used her hands
to squeegee water drops off of Maria's skin. Maria reciprocated
with only a bit of embarrassment, then climbed over the edge and
down the ladder. She and Kaitlyn added more sticks to the burner
before they walked to the rock cabin together.
Jennifer released Clarice from her embrace, knelt in the middle
of the tub, and lifted her lover's bottom to her face, putting
one of Clarice's legs over each of her shoulders. Clarice
floated up naturally, her bottom was still half submerged but
her pussy above the surface so Jennifer could explore and arouse
her teacher.
'So this is what's different between having sex and making love,'
Jennifer realized as she continued her oral gratification of her
teacher, trying to show her appreciation with her hands, tongue,
and lips. Neither was in any hurry and their lovemaking lasted
for over an hour. Clarice let her student bring her to two very
satisfying orgasms before they again embraced and kissed, necking
like teenagers for a while before leaving the tub to walk
hand-in-hand along the paths, wandering with no particular
destination.
"Thank you," Clarice said softly, turning and standing on tiptoes
to kiss the tall young woman.
"No, thank _you_," Jennifer emphasized, returning the kiss. "I
think I'm finally beginning to understand."
"Good," the older woman smiled, kissing her student again but
much more passionately, increasing the pressure on their lips and
attacking Jennifer with her tongue. She ground her groin against
Jennifer's leg and turned her body so her pelvic bone ground into
the girl's pussy. They fell to the ground in a clover patch, the
sweet smell adding to their passion. Clarice moved on top,
positioned her cunt over Jennifer's, and started grinding her
pelvis as she suckled one nipple and pinched the other. It was a
raw coupling this time, two women rutting in the dirt, frantic to
get relief from the sexual tension that they had built up.
But it was right, perfect, just as the gentleness in the tub had
been perfect in its time. And it was new to Jennifer. She had
licked and fingered and dildo fucked and used vibrators, but she
had never experienced anything quite like this grinding pussy
fuck. Their passions rose until they exploded together in mutual
release, both arched against each other, crying out because of
the intensity of the experience.
Then they just held each other, loving the sweet smells and soft
sounds of nature, calming, basking in the warmth of the setting
sun. At least for a few minutes.. until the flies discovered
their sweat and the bees began exploring the fragrance between
their legs and they had to run to the lake, giggling, trying to
beat off the insects.
--==*==--
"It's OK," Maria said to no one in particular.
Kaitlyn was the only other person in the cabin. She understood.
"Yeah, it's OK. Once we leave, we'll never have to make love to
another woman but we'll understand if a cousin is gay and we'll
understand our sisters and brothers and most important, we'll
understand ourselves and our reactions."
"Yeah," Maria agreed, smiling, remembering a quote from one of
their lessons. 'Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I
react to it.' She picked a book from the locker, 'The Claiming
of Sleeping Beauty' by Anne Rice writing as A. N. Rocquelare and
went outside with a blanket to read. Kaitlyn got a notebook and
pencil to try to catch up on some of her assignments and to put
some of her thoughts down on paper.
When Darlene went for a walk, she saw Jennifer and Clarice making
love in the clover. She bent at the knees and masturbated
furiously while she watched them. She came long before they did
and continued her walk, feeling better. It felt even better when
she upped her pace so she broke into a sweat and was just a
little bit out of breath, pumping her arms, feeling the 'burn' in
her legs that Lucy and Chris and Tina talked about during
exercise classes. Damn, it felt good to be alive.
Wendy and Debbie found each other up the path of the brook, each
surprised to find another human being in the shaded woods.
Neither said a word as they walked toward each other. And then
they kissed, sharing a moment of tongue tips swirling together.
Then, without a word being spoken by either of them, they broke
the kiss and continued their walk hand-in-hand.
Laura read 'My Secret Garden' while perched on a rock, watching
some of the others frolic in the swimming hole. The stories of
other women's fantasies aroused her. She liked being aroused.
--==*==--
Some time around five, Peggy, the chief cook for GWU, drove a
golf cart up to the cabin and unloaded a big insulated container
of soup, a bag of styrofoam bowls, plates, and plastic tableware,
and several coolers containing drinks, veggies for munching, and
sandwiches. She left without saying a word to anyone.
Debbie was alone in the cabin when the food was dropped off. She
hadn't thought of food but the sight of the containers made her
hungry. She opened the military surplus container and found it
contained a hearty beef and barley soup. She ladled some into a
bowl and sat down to eat, still reading a pornographic novel from
the footlocker as she ate.
The aroma from the soup drifted downhill to the lake and everyone
soon joined Debbie next to the cabin. Some brought out their
sleeping bags to sit on, others just plopped down in the clover.
Clarice joined them for the light supper.
"Am I going to be punished for talking?" Kaitlyn asked Clarice.
"Of course," Clarice answered.
"I don't care."
"Good," Clarice told her.
"Any words of wisdom?" Kaitlyn asked her.
"I think you're figuring things out pretty well on your own,"
Clarice told them. "But I do have one bit of advice. The
mosquitoes get pretty bad out here just before and after
sundown. Stay inside then or you'll be eaten alive."
"Thanks," Kaitlyn smiled, giving Clarice a hug and kiss.
After supper, Clarice left, walking back to the school by
herself, leaving the women deep in silent thought. They formed
naturally into pairs, not wanting to be alone. One pair read,
another wrote in their notebooks, another exercised, another
swam. But the pairs kept changing, everyone feeling the need for
a change at about the same time.
The only thing they would agree on after their experience in the
retreat house was that they hated the bathroom facilities... the
relative lack thereof which was just a two-holer outhouse well
downstream and downwind from the cabin and the lake, much too far
from the cabin especially when it was dark. "You were lucky it
wasn't snowing," Clarice would later tell them. They all
wondered if nudity was enforced for winter classes.
A thunderstorm blew past just after sunset, cooling the inside
of the cabin that had been stifling in the July sun, muggy
beyond belief. Everyone but Darlene was spoiled by air
conditioning at home and work. And by electricity. There was
none in the cabin. They couldn't read or write. So they just
lay in the spaces that each had claimed, thinking.
It was late when Kaitlyn said into the darkness, "I love you
all."
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