Part A -- the Sunshine State...and a First
In the weeks after they acted out Bill's fantasy at Denae's boutique, Bill and Denae continued seeing one another and Suzy and Scott went on a few more dates. Suzy complained to Denae that things with Scott were moving more slowly than she would like, but at the end of their fifth date, Scott spent the night. Denae and Bill were at his apartment, so they were not aware of the event until Bill drove Denae home Sunday morning. They found Suzy and Scott drinking coffee and the four visited for a while. None of them acted as if anything momentous had occurred until Scott left; which is when Suzy excitedly told Bill and Denae how she and Scott had finally 'consummated' their relationship. She spared no detail and concluded by informing the pair that while Scott's member was not as big as Bill's, he knew how to use it and said she was very satisfied, which made Denae laugh and Bill blush.
As the semester was winding down, four went about their school schedules and prepared for final exams. In addition, Denae and Suzy worked at a different apartment pool each Saturday with Lori. Despite the hectic pace, Bill and Denae found time for a hike in the mountains one Sunday.
Exam week was to be the final week before Denae, Suzy, and Scott all headed home for the summer. Bill planned to stay in town and work as many summer league high school basketball games as he could; he wanted to earn as much money as possible so he could pay for his two trips to visit Denae and her family at their home in Florida. The plan was for Bill to spend the third week of summer with Denae before returning to Mt. William and going back to work refereeing basketball games. Suzy was to stay with Denae the following week. Bill would then head back to Florida and Denae a few weeks after that for Ty's wedding, when both he and Denae would have activities related to that. And toward the end of the summer, Denae would fly to Charlotte where Bill would pick her up and the two of them would spend a week at Bill's family home in Yadkinville with Bill's mother, Cheryl.
Wednesday evening of exam week, Bill and Denae decided to have a quiet dinner at Bill's apartment and watch a movie. Neither had an exam on Thursday, so they wanted to take the opportunity to spend some time relaxing together before they would be separated for two weeks. Denae arrived after work, still dressed for the boutique, wearing a short skirt, high-heeled shoes and a form-fitting T-shirt. The shirt was not normally what she wore for work; it was cropped just above the waist band of her skirt, which allowed for glimpses of skin at her midriff, depending on how she moved. She had thought it was too casual for work, but she was low on clean clothes and reasoned the bright color and silky material might give the illusion of being more formal than a plain T-shirt. Her boss had not said anything about her attire, so Denae supposed the illusion worked.
As she sat down on the couch, she slipped her high heels off. Though she wore them frequently for work and was accustomed to them, she was still glad to be out of them. Bill had a glass of wine ready for her and they talked about their exams while they waited for their pizza to be delivered. He also told Denae about his email exchange with Tom Williams, the Vice President of the Atlanta accounting firm where Bill had interviewed for a job weeks before. Williams had reached out to Bill to ask if he was still on track to graduate at the end of the Fall Semester. Over the course of a couple of replies, Bill let him know that he would be passing through Atlanta on his way to Florida and the V.P. invited him to lunch.
"Wow! You must have really impressed him when you interviewed," Denae commented. "But I knew you would," she added proudly.
"I don't really want to take the time, but I suppose I should have lunch with him. But it will put me later getting to your house. Long day."
Denae mentioned to Bill that she had also exchanged emails with an Atlanta connection, Julia. Bill needed to be reminded that Julia was the assistant manager at Club Seduisante. When Bill asked why Denae had contacted the assistant manager of the strip club, she told him she had been following up on her intention to return to there to interview dancers for the big research paper for her final major class in the Fall. Denae reported that Julia remembered them both and was very gracious, offering to help Denae in any way she could. Denae informed Bill she would need to return to Atlanta and the club during the Fall Semester and asked if he would be interested in joining her. He said he would be glad to accompany her back to Atlanta, but that he would feel awkward lurking around the club while Denae conducted her research.
After eating, they moved to the couch to watch television. They took up their customary positions with Bill reclining on the arm of the couch and Denae seated between his legs, reclining against his chest. By this time, it was a completely natural position for them, and they both liked sitting together this way. Denae felt safe and secure in Bill's arms and Bill liked having Denae's delicate body against his. They were more interested in relaxing together than watching television, so Denae put on a random movie, and they watched mindlessly while they stretched out on the couch.
Part way through the movie, Bill caressed Denae's arm gently. "You know? We're about to be apart for two entire weeks. That'll be the longest we'll be separated since we met."
She placed her hand over his. "I know. I'm dreading it."
"Me too. I know we were apart for a week at Christmas, and I know I'll be down in a couple of weeks, but still, that two weeks will seem like an eternity to me."
She put her hand on his leg and patted him without saying anything. They both stared at the television, but neither paid full attention. Between the stress of their exams and their impending separation, they simply wanted to be with each other.
Eventually, Bill moved his hand to Denae's stomach, which was partially exposed because of her shirt. "Mmmm," she purred, quietly.
After a couple of minutes on her stomach Bill slowly eased his hand downward, beneath the waistband of her skirt and over her panties.
"Ooooo," she moaned, playfully.
Then Bill started gently easing his middle finger over her lips, moving slowly up and down, caressing her through the fabric of her underwear. They both continued to look toward the TV as he continued stroking Denae's soft folds. After a couple of minutes of this, Bill felt her tense up slightly and then noticed he could feel moisture in the material of her underwear. Encouraged by this, he kept stroking her through her panties for the remainder of the movie, occasionally brushing her clitoris with his fingertip. Denae responded by occasionally squeezing his legs and taking deep breaths, but otherwise not saying anything. When the movie ended, Denae leaned her head back and looked up at Bill. "Well, are you going to take me to bed now? I've almost cum twice already."
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When Denae awoke the next morning, she was wrapped around Bill. Both were nude, having fallen asleep after exhausting themselves by making love twice; with Bill being particularly vigorous the second time. Judging by his breathing, Denae could tell Bill was still very much asleep. She wanted to get some coffee, but did not want to disturb him, so she carefully moved away from him and sat up. She was inclined to retrieve her robe from the closet, but she knew the door squeaked and decided against it. The T-shirt she had worn the previous evening was on the floor where Bill had tossed it after he peeled it off her. She reached down and lifted it from the floor and slipped it on. She also found her panties on the floor and picked them up. Recalling how damp they had been, she decided they should not be worn again without being laundered, so she dropped them back onto the floor. She had other panties in the dresser, but that was on Bill's side of the bed; getting some new ones might wake him. She was not sure where her skirt wound up, so she eased out of bedroom wearing just her T-shirt.
Denae did not completely close the door behind her, hoping to avoid the noise of the latch clicking into the strike plate. Out in the kitchen, she looked through her phone for messages and emails while the coffee brewed. Once coffee was ready, she poured herself a cup and continued checking her phone while she stood in the kitchen and sipped her morning Joe.
Bill woke up and realized his girlfriend was not in bed with him. Seeing the door nearly closed and smelling coffee, he deduced she must have gotten up and was out in the kitchen or family room. He got up, slipped on some boxer shorts, and peeked through the slight opening of the door. He could see Denae facing away from him. She was standing with one hand on the counter, next to a steaming cup of coffee and the other arm was bent in front of her. Though he could not see her hand, he could tell she was manipulating her phone; reading texts from Suzy, he presumed. She had her right leg crossed over the other with her right foot on top of her left. This shifted her hips, accentuating her derriere. Bill stood for a moment, silently taking in the sight of a bottomless Denae. Below her T-shirt he could see the dimples above her buttocks and gazed at her shapely butt and down her perfectly shaped legs.
Bill had not noticed before but could now tell that Denae's skin had tanned and gotten darker, likely from her Saturday pool jobs with Suzy and Lori. This was noticeable now because of tell-tale tan lines; thin streaks of lighter colored olive skin beginning at the top of her butt crack and stretching up over her hips. He let himself gaze at her tan lines for a moment before moving through the doorway. Denae was unaware of him as she intently studied her phone, so it startled her when he said, "Good morning."
She turned around as he walked from the bedroom to the kitchen, smiling. "Hey. I'm surprised you're up. You were sleeping hard. But after last night, I can understand why."
He kissed her good morning, and she put her arms around his neck. "Yeah. I made love to my girlfriend twice last night," he said, looking very proud of himself.
Knitting her eyebrows together, Denae said, "Well, the first time was making love. The second time was just straight up fucking."
"There's a difference?" he asked through a yawn.
Laughing, she nodded. "Oh, yes."