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. Hewasn'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. "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, 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...
