Denae's Homework

Denae's Homework

The events in this story take place right after A 2Fer on Fantasy Cards

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As the days passed, Bill and Denae continued seeing one another on a constant basis. They met each day at the coffee shop and Denae had now moved into his apartment for all intents and purposes.

Denae was enjoying her Modern Sexuality course and discussed it frequently with Janet and Suzy. Suzy had taken the course previously but had never talked much about it with Denae at the time, which surprised Denae now that she knew what material the course covered. Denae also discussed portions of the course with Bill. Some of the topics were of more interest to him than others and he gladly let her talk at length about those portions that he found intriguing.

Bill found he was occasionally the beneficiary of Denae's education. When the class covered fellatio, videos were presented and there was a discussion which included ideas, tips and techniques offered by other students. Since the professor, her teaching assistant and all the students were female, ideas were freely offered and exchanged. That same evening, Denae spent time demonstrating many of those ideas on Bill. By the time she was finished, he had cum twice and was completely exhausted.

Another evening, Bill returned home after refereeing basketball games to find Denae on the couch with her laptop open on the coffee table. To his shock, she was completely naked except for the silky robe he had given her, which she wore fully open. She had two fingers of her right hand in her vagina and looked both tired and frustrated.

Ignoring the look of astonishment on his face, she calmly said, "Oh, good. You're finally home. I could really use your help."

He dropped his gym bag and closed the door. "Okay," he said cautiously.

"Wash your hands and come over here," she instructed him.

When he joined her at the couch, she explained the class had learned about squirting orgasms. The professor had shown them an instructional video, which Denae now had pulled up on her laptop. She told Bill she had been trying to give herself a squirting orgasm but was unable to do so. She supposed it was because the demonstration featured a male using a technique on a female and Denae was not able to achieve the same angle as was used in the video. "I need you to watch what he does and do it to me," she told him.

"It's good to see you too. How was your day?" Bill asked sarcastically, but playfully.

Realizing she had been rude to him when he got home, Denae laughed, apologized and kissed Bill. "I should have been nicer. Forgive me?"

After he assured her he was not upset, she quickly returned to the subject of his assistance. She restarted the video and insisted Bill watch and pay close attention. Bill was happy to oblige because the video featured a clothed man who appeared to be in his twenties standing next to a padded table on which an attractive and completely naked woman was reclining. The man began demonstrating how one should hold their hand before inserting the two middle fingers into the vagina. He also explained it was important to relax one's partner and began massaging the woman's breasts, thighs, and pelvic area. Denae fast forwarded the video at that point, telling Bill they needed to get to the relevant part.

When Denae resumed the video, the man was at the point where he reminded the viewer how to position his hand and then inserted his two middle fingers into his partner. She moaned her approval. The demonstrator then described how he would pull his fingers up against the inside wall of the woman's vagina and make a continuous, slightly circular motion. He began slowly but then moved more vigorously as the model made audible sounds of satisfaction. Bill could also hear squishing sounds.

As the man leading the demonstration continued at a rapid pace, Bill could see the female tensing up and gripping the edges of the table with her hands. Eventually, the woman began convulsing and the man pulled his hand away. Several streams of liquid shot out of her vagina in long bursts as she squealed loudly.

"There! That's what we're after!" Denae told Bill. "Do what he did," she said as she slid her robe off her shoulders, removed it completely, and settled back on the couch.

Bill was slow to react because he was processing what Denae said while taking in the sight of his nude fiancé reclining on the couch and spreading her legs, while wearing nothing but her engagement ring. She instructed Bill to kneel next to her and prodded him to get to work. He reminded her the demonstration included the use of oil on the man's fingers but they had none.

Denae grabbed his hand, brought it to her mouth and put his two middle fingers in, moistening them with her tongue. After she pulled them back out, she said, "That's good enough. Now, no more excuses," as she pushed his hand toward her crotch.

Bill inserted the moistened fingers into his fiancé and pressed them against the front wall of her vagina. As the girl in the video had done, Denae looked as if she enjoyed the sensation. Bill then began imitating the motion he had seen in the video as best he could. Denae closed her eyes as Bill continued masturbating her. She moaned a few times and encouraged him to go faster and harder. Eventually, Denae tensed up and Bill could see a few drops of liquid spray out over his palm. He began to draw his hand away, but Denae stopped him, forcing him to continue. She let out audible cries and panted. Suddenly, she roughly pulled his hand away and began to convulse. As she did, three separate streams spewed from her vagina. She cried out so loudly, Bill was afraid his neighbors in the next apartment would hear her.

After Denae ceased ejaculating, Bill watched her lay back as if she was exhausted. She jerked involuntarily every few seconds. After a few of those twitches, he moved closer and, with the hand that was not wet, gently touched Denae's face which led her to smile a dreamy smile.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Mmm. I sure am," Denae answered weakly. "Hold me."

Bill looked at his hand, which was still sopping, wondering what to do. He quickly decided to wipe his hand off on his shorts before crawling up on the couch and wrapping Denae up in his arms. As the two laid there silently, he could feel her twitch a couple more times.

After several minutes, Denae said, "Thank you. That was amazing."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. And it was your doing."

"Glad I could help," he replied as he gently squeezed her a little tighter.

"I could stand to wipe up a little, but I'm too comfortable. I don't want to move yet."

When they eventually got up, Denae retrieved her robe and went into the bathroom. Bill went to the kitchen to get a beer. He yelled to Denae to ask if she wanted anything and she asked for a glass of wine. Bill was about to set the beverages down on the coffee table, but he noticed a few small puddles on it. Then he looked at the couch and saw a wet spot on the cushion Denae's hips had been on. He grabbed a dishtowel and mopped up the table before his fiancé returned.

When Denae reappeared, she had her robe on and was about to sit on the couch but noticed the wet spot. "Oops. Sorry about that."

Looking at it, Bill commented, "Well, it will dry, I guess. But it was worth it if you had a good time."

They decided to sit in the chair with Denae in Bill's lap. She put one arm around his neck and held her wine with the other. Bill had his free arm around Denae and caressed her bare thigh. As they relaxed and held each other, they heard Bill's phone buzz, indicating a text message had arrived. Denae offered to get up and bring Bill his phone, but he asked her to stay where she was as he enjoyed holding her. She was surprised he was not curious about the text and asked again if he wanted his phone. He simply pulled her close and kissed her neck.

Denae tried but was unable to quell her curiosity. After several minutes, she got up and retrieved Bill's phone. When she handed it to him, he looked mildly annoyed but opened the text message. She watched as he read it and smiled.

"This one is actually funny," he commented.

"Share with the class," Denae prodded with a grin.

"Okay. Ever since we told Ty and Paige we got engaged, Ty has been sending me these texts with marital wisdom he has realized. And this one is pretty funny."

Denae took his phone and read, 'NEVER unplug the curling iron.'

She looked at him sternly. "He sends you comments like this? Does Paige know about this?"

Sensing he and Ty might somehow be getting into trouble, Bill sheepishly answered, "I don't know. Maybe?"

Now sounding annoyed, Denae began looking through Bill's phone and pressed him by asking, "What other clever comments has he sent?"

Rather than try to grab his phone from her or try to explain the situation away, Bill simply sat still and quiet as Denae read some of the other texts out loud.

"Compliment her cooking even when it's not good. No matter when she asks, her hair looks great. Make-up sex rocks." She rolled her eyes as she read, "Just do what she says. You'll wind up doing it anyway and you can just skip the yelling and arguing."

Denae tossed the phone back to Bill and appeared disgusted. "At least he's right about make-up sex," she groused. "Do you approve of these?"

Bill wished he was anywhere but there at that moment. Not seeing any way out of the situation, he simply said, "I don't know. I'm not married yet."

That did not sit well with Denae who launched into a minor tirade, telling Bill how the texts were not funny; how they were not fair to Paige; how Ty was a jerk for sending them; how Bill was a jerk for not correcting Ty. Bill offered no defense of himself. He simply looked at her as she tore into him with all the vigor of a military drill sergeant.

And it was in that moment that Bill remembered why he loved Denae more than anything. Denae was a woman who was amazingly beautiful; her faced framed by her flowing brunette hair and her thin robe barely covering her body while threatening to fall open. And this gorgeous woman was incensed at the treatment of someone who had been cold and indifferent to her when they first met and was now on a mission to correct that treatment of her.

When he did dare to speak, Bill quietly said, "You're right. I guess it wasn't very nice of Ty to say those things and I should have pushed back."

Denae, surprised that Bill suddenly seemed to understand, stood silently now.

"It amazes me, though. You know, she didn't even like you and was jealous of you at first," he stated.

"That doesn't matter. I don't care what she thinks of me. I do care what I think of you. And I don't want you doing something that might hurt her feelings. You're better than that. I thought Ty was better than that, but I guess he's not." She paused and then added, "And; besides, she's been really sweet to me ever since that night the four of us went out to dinner."

Denae was now apparently satisfied she had made her point and went silent. She sat back down in Bill's lap.

After several minutes of silence, Bill finally asked, "I don't suppose now would be a good time to prove the theory on make-up sex, would it?"