CHAPTER TEN
There are times it is necessary to rub another woman.
"It's a good thing I noticed this rash early, they obviously put way too much chlorine in the pool. I'll get some cream."
"Really? What happens if this rash keeps on going?"
"Well your skin will continue to get red, blister and then crack."
"Miss Spencer, what can we do?"
"When we took a shower together in our swimsuits, it washed off most of the chlorine. We need to put some cream on your exposed skin to reduce the irritation and relieve the inevitable dryness."
Gently grasping her student's hand, she led Miss Welsh to the bed. She removed the pillows and blankets off the bed, leaving only the bed sheet and one small pillow for Candy's head.
Candy lay face down on the bed and turned her head towards Miss Spencer, the student eagerly awaiting her teacher's next move. She did not wait long, for Miss Spencer climbed onto the bed right after Candy.
She straddled the upper thighs of her student, the bed creaking under their weight. Lathering the cream in her slender fingers, Candy Cane's teacher brought her cool hands down on reddened skin, beginning on Miss Welsh's soft shoulders.
"Oh teach I feel so hot. What a crummy pool. Damn pool!"
Muriel let out an annoyed sigh and slapped the exposed cheek of her disrespectful student, eliciting a surprised Yelp.
"Mind your Manners, young Lady! or these cheeks could be red indeed!"
"Yes teach. I will try hard not to swear. I remember the spanking you gave me when I lost the humiliation match. But I will beat you next time though; I am learning how to counter your moves."
Muriel worked the cream around the upper back, carefully undoing the bikini strings holding up Miss Welsh's top. Laying down the strings on either side of Miss Welsh, the blonde teacher rubbed the cream into the smooth flesh of the somewhat-socially-reformed former Candy Cane. Feeling the soft skin but strong musculature underneath, the teacher opened her full-lipped mouth;
"Now Miss Welsh, I was not in the pool as long as you, so fortunately my skin is not as red as yours. I will have to make sure to apply this cream in generous amounts to prevent your soft skin from drying."
"Miss Spencer, you're always saying my skin is soft. Get real! My skin will be like a turtle by tomorrow."
"Trust me Miss Welsh, this cream is very effective. By tomorrow your skin will be as soft as it always is. There should be no redness left, that is, as long as you keep your cursing down."
Finishing up Candy Cane's back, Miss Spencer moved down the body of the student formerly known as "Candy Cane", reaching the reddened ass cheeks exposed by the skimpy bikini bottoms. Her student's "bubble-butt" was not entirely covered by the bikini bottoms, Muriel observed, in fact, most of the buttocks were exposed, and now very irritated by the high levels of chlorine in the pool. 'Such is the price of fashion', mused the teacher, 'though that chlorine level is unacceptably high. Just look at Candy Cane's poor bottom.'
As Miss Spencer applied the cold cream to the taut globes, Candy Cane let out a loud "Aaaahhhh, your hands are so cold". But the protests soon turned to approval with "oh that is nice", "Mmmmm, that feels good" and "please rub more cream on my bum Miss Spencer."
Candy Cane's teacher complied.
Muriel noted with approval how Candy's round and firm ass caused her bikini bottoms to stretch across the crack of her ass. Spreading her fingers, she grabbed two handfuls of firm schoolgirl flesh. It was cool and yet hot to the touch. Muriel traced her fingers lightly across the flesh spreading the white cream lightly over the left cheek and then the right cheek. But she couldn't get to Miss Welsh's entire ass. Candy's bikini bottoms were tight enough Muriel could not easily slide her hands, slim as they were all the way under the fabric. There had to be a way! Miss Spencer was deep in her work, carefully lifting up the bikini bottom and 'riding them up' Candy Cane's butt in order to get at the rest of the schoolgirl's rounded ass. The bikini bottoms pulled up with slight resistance and Muriel noted that the skin underneath was indeed reddened and slightly wet.
"Teach, whatdya doing, giving me a wedgie?" Candy Cane asked looking back at her teacher as her bikini bottoms were pulled high up.
"No I am not 'giving you a wedgie' as you would say. Your buttocks are all red, and short of removing your bikini entirely, this is the only way," replied the blonde as she nestled the bikini bottoms high up in her student's ass. This caused the entirety of her student's derriere to be exposed, "The better to rub cream in", thought her teacher.
"Miss Spencer why didn't you say so, here-" Miss Welsh moved her hands down to remove her tight bikini bottoms.
Pulling her students hands away and placing them up on the pillow, Miss Spencer replied, "Miss Welsh, that is not necessary, I have pulled up your bikini enough. There is no need to undress."
"Sure teach. But if you need me to undress, just let me know."
Muriel resumed her caresses.
"Um teach?"
"Yes Candy Cane, what is it?" replied Muriel as she slowly rubbed one rounded cheek in her right hand.
"Err... teach, how is it that you noticed that rash on my butt anyways?"
The rubbing stopped. Her breath tightened in her shapely chest.
"Well, it is just that... err... I was glancing in that direction. It was purely coincidence Miss Welsh."
"Oh... I... see..."
Shortly after that, Miss Spencer finished off all of Candy Cane's back and her notably red backside and moved off to the side, no longer straddling her student.
Candy Cane rolled over on her back gingerly, favouring her tender rear. "Thanks Miss Spencer I couldn't have done that myself."
Muriel let her gaze slowly wander over her student's body, from the glossed lips, the untied low-cut bikini top holding rounded breasts, to the sexy bikini bottoms and the long, slender legs.
Her student noticed the teachers lingering gaze. "Miss Spencer are you checking me out?" she asked coyly.
With her face reddening slightly, Muriel replied a little defensively, "No, no, don't be silly. It's just that... " and her gaze returned slowly to the young student's cleavage.
It was red.
And so was Candy Cane's face, "Oh teach, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice my boobies got red. I was just joking, uh.. you're not mad at me are you?" As if to emphasize that last question, she squeezed her cleavage together slightly.
Trying not to gaze at the 'enhanced' cleavage and failing utterly, Muriel replied, "No. I am not mad Candy Cane."
"Good, because not my boobies hurt lots. Oww, Ow, Ow!"
Trying not to look like a letch, Muriel leaned forward and examined the breasts closely, yes they were red, irritated and they needed cold cream.
Both of them.
Lots of cold cream.
Miss Spencer was once again at a loss for words, she knew what had to be done. She knew what was 'right' and 'proper'. It was one thing for her to put her hands on Candy Cane's bottom. In fact she did it all the time when she was spanking her. But it was another to put her hands on the young woman's breasts. She felt torn in two, on one hand she did not want others to think she was out of place, taking advantage, but on the other hand, she did not want her pretty student to be in pain. As she gazed at Candy Cane's pert round breasts, she could see just how red and irritated they were getting. But she had NO idea of what to say to her young, half-dressed and nubile young student. Muriel also had no idea that Candy Cane could see the effect it was having on her.
Holding her breasts in with one arm and propping herself up on the other arm, Candy Cane asked "Miss Spencer are you alright? Your face is so red."
Holding her face with her hand, Miss Spencer replied "Yes Candy Cane, it's just that your --", she pointed with her finger at THEM, "and you need -", she glanced at the jar of cold cream on the bed with them, "and I am your -". Her reddened face was silent and she lowered her face in front of her student, tears welling up in her beautiful blue eyes.
Candy sat up on the bed; she was face to face with her distraught teacher. One arm still holding her bikini top over her reddened breasts, the former Candy Cane wrapped her free arm around her teacher's neck and leaned up to kiss Miss Spencer's pretty, but oh-so sad face.
Rebecca Welsh leaned up higher, bringing her soft, glossed lips to her teacher's face.
And tenderly kissed away the one lone tear that came down Muriel's cheek.
Feeling Miss Welsh's soft lips on her face, Muriel Spencer came out of her reverie and put her arms around curvy hips drawing her young charge very close to her body.
The movement caused the bikini top to fall away landing on the bed beside the two women. Muriel felt the twin mounds of heat press into her chest, felt the warmth from their bodies so close together.
"Aw Miss Spencer, don't cry. Don't worry. I know what you are worried about but it is OK with me. Please put that cream on my breasts. Please, please do this for me. I know I can be bad sometimes, but it is starting to burn Miss Spencer." The schoolgirl did her trademark move when she wanted something from her attentive teacher. It was the move that never failed to get her teacher's attention. Candy Cane referred to it as her "distract Miss Spencer X-Move."
She pushed out her chest and wiggled her breasts.
As always Miss Spencer quickly snuck a glance down at the perky breasts and got distracted and agreeable.
But whereas before Miss Spencer always agreed with her student when her student showed some cleavage or wiggled her breasts invitingly, this time it did not work entirely.
Candy was disappointed.
"Miss Welsh, we can't! I can't. I am your teacher. What if someone found out about this?"
Muriel Spencer was about to protest more, embraced though they were on the bed, she was about to break their embrace. She was about to leave the bed, even though her beautiful student Rebecca Welsh was clad only in bikini bottoms, pulled high up her reddened ass. Furthermore she was clad in a one-piece swimsuit but with so many sheer elements as to be considered 'risqué'. Here she was pressing her athletic body against the younger woman. But then she felt Miss Welsh plant her glossed full lips on her teacher's face again. She felt the heat of the kiss, felt the softness of the lips, felt her body uncontrollably press back into Miss Welsh. This time this kiss was slower, and though it was on her cheek, it was so close to her lips that she flushed thoroughly.
The kiss changed everything.
Miss Spencer no longer wanted to leave her student's embrace. She did not want the contact of their bodies to end. She did not want to stop touching Miss Welsh's body. Though later in bed, she would lay still and rationalize everything that happened, at that moment there was nothing that could stop her from doing what she needed to do, even though she didn't clearly understand why.
"Very well Miss Welsh. Let us get this over with."
Miss Spencer gently laid her student down on the bed, eliciting a tender "ooh" as reddened cheeks touched the sheets. Looking down on her student, who once again ineffectively covered her breasts with a free arm, Miss Spencer straddled curvy hips. As if in response, Candy Cane put her other hand on her teacher's thigh and looked up into her blue eyes and squeezed gently. She left the hand there and as Muriel lathered her hands in cold cream, shivered nervously.
"It will be fine Miss Welsh."
"I know teach, I feel so safe with you." Muriel gently lifted off her student's arm exposing what had to be the most perfect, beautiful and perky breasts ever dreamt or seen.
In preparation Candy Cane placed her other hand on her teacher's thigh, both hands nervously rubbing and squeezing Muriel's heavy thighs.
"Miss Spencer your thighs are really strong."
She just smiled down at her student. Looking carefully over the rounded breasts, they
were so round, so firm, and so perky. Muriel felt her face flush and her breathing quicken. In response Candy Cane's hands squeezed both her thighs. Muriel brought her gaze up from Miss Welsh's breasts to that angelic face and saw Candy Cane smiling at her.
Once again Muriel began applying the cold cream to her student's lush body. But this time, it was not to the back of Rebecca Welsh's body.
It was her front.
And it was her job; no it was her DUTY to remove her student's bikini.
And rub her breasts.
And cover every inch of that young body with cream.
And her student had asked her to.
Slowly, almost agonizingly so, pretty Miss Spencer placed her hands on Rebecca Welsh's breasts. An unmistakable but soft moan arose from the glossed lips under her, and Miss Spencer began the tender duty of touching another woman's breasts; slowly, tentatively at first, but then gaining confidence. The redheaded schoolgirl would arch her back and push her breasts in the air. It was a subtle movement, perhaps unconscious but to Muriel it was obvious that Rebecca Welsh was lifting her breasts up to enhance the contact.
Several times, she had to remove her hands to scoop up more cold cream and each time her slender hands left Miss Welsh's body, she immediately got a remindful squeeze on her thighs and a reproachful look from young Miss Welsh. When her hands would unerringly return to those firm globes, she thought she detected just the faintest hint of a smile crossing her student's full and sensual glossed lips.
At first, she just rubbed cold cream around the sides and top of Candy Cane's tits. But Candy Cane pushed her chest up just a little, as if emphasizing her reddened nipples, as if she wanted her teacher to take notice of that. When that failed to have those nipples touched and rubbed, Candy Cane with a small pout on her lips, again pushed her pert breasts up in the air, exposing her erect nipples further.
Miss Spencer her breath coming in ragged gasps, had no choice but to gently run her fingertips over those erect nipples, even going so far as to squeeze them slightly. That slight squeeze caused another moan from her student's pretty lips, only louder. This encouraged the attractive teacher to rub them more, and apply the cold cream to all of her breasts, top to bottom, left to right, and to pay special attention to those red, erect nipples.
Candy Cane's hands, which were slowly rubbing and squeezing Miss Spencer's thighs started to move up higher and higher. Candy applied pressure to the back of Muriel strong thighs and it caused Muriel to lean forward, her face getting closer to Candy's. Candy was breathing heavier and Miss Spencer could feel the hot breath coming from Miss Welsh's open mouth.
Muriel continued rubbing and squeezing her student's ripe and generous breasts. Her own breath was coming faster and her mouth opened also. IT was that rare moment that both of them remembered long after, it was if they were one for a few moments. They were breathing the same air, sharing it. Candy couldn't stop rubbing her damp thighs together excitedly, arching her back and pushing her breasts up into her teacher's embrace. Miss Spencer was rubbing those breasts slowly and tenderly. She felt Candy rubbing her thighs together and somehow it caused her to push her pelvis down on subtly grind, albeit unknowingly against the schoolgirl's mound.
As Miss Spencer reached the climax of her caresses on her student's breasts the young Candy Cane placed her hands on the top of Muriel's thighs. Miss Spencer's gentle and soothing caress had Candy Cane so relieved and satisfied she gently rocked her head to and fro, causing her pig-tails to be splayed out on either side of her head. In her satisfaction her fingers were gently rubbing Miss Spencer's upper thighs and they were almost grazing the teacher's curvaceous ass.
And then it was over.
With no more cream left, Miss Spencer gave those lush breasts one last, lingering touch while trying very hard to avoid direct eye contact with her student. As she slid off the young body, turning away from her student, a wave of embarrassment came over her. Still, with somewhat glazed eyes Miss Welsh gave her teacher a big hug, her breasts pressing into Miss Spencer's back.
"Thanks Miss Spencer, that was the bestest! I feel soooo much better!"
Her face completely flushed crimson, Muriel was grateful that her student could not see her face.
"You are welcome Miss Welsh. Now even though you are almost naked, we should get changed into our night clothes. Perhaps we can watch a movie before bedtime.
"Night clothes teach? What is that?"
"Pajamas, young lady. Now do not waste time."
Covering her breasts with one arm, Candy Cane skittered into the dingy bathroom to change. Miss Spencer got up off the bed and began to straighten it. She was still breathing hard from this 'session' with her student. She picked up her student's bikini top ... and bottom? -from the bed. With open-mouthed surprise she looked over to the bathroom just as Candy Cane closed the door behind her, that rebellious student was NUDE!