Good Wife University (GWU)
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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 sixteen 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
containerof 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."