Ch. 21: Bare light of the morning
Time For Two
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Miss Spencer and Miss Welsh walked out of the alley and returned to the street. The darkness of the night was fading in Ottawa. Soon the sun would be emerging up in the Eastern sky ushering in a new day for everyone. Candy's arm was, like her teacher's, around the other woman's waist. She shivered slightly and rested her head on Miss Spencer's shoulder.
"Where will we stay?" Candy asked as they turned left and headed up the street, in the direction of the hotel steps. The same steps where she was playing guitar when Miss Spencer found her.
"At our new hotel?" Miss Spencer replied, her voice quivering with uncertainty. She was unsure of exactly where they would in fact stay. She had not planned that far in advance. Earlier, she was wholly consumed with finding her missing student. That was the most important, tantamount thing in her mind. Now that they were reunited, she was at a loss. Her hand dropped lower on the schoolgirl's waist. Her fingers rested nervously, faintly tracing the schoolgirl's panty line. She blushed when she realized what she was doing.
Where indeed?
"I don't wanna go back there. Too many bad memories you know?" Candy rubbed her free hand across Muriel's stomach. The redhead feeling underneath the silk top the faint indentations that were unmistakably her teacher's abdominal muscles. Her fingers teased playfully around Miss Spencer's bellybutton. Rebecca was ever so curious about the blonde's body.
Where was she ticklish? Was she ticklish at all?
"We could stay here, at our old hotel? What do you think?" Candy stopped at the base of the stairs. She turned so she was facing the blonde teacher. Her right hand wrapped around her teacher's neck and her other hand was placed over Muriel's stomach. The schoolgirl's green eyes sparkled. "What do you think Miss Spencer?" The redhead leaned forward on tiptoes, she rubbed her nose playfully against Muriel's cold one.
"Well I already have the rooms booked at the new hotel. I mean, this is an additional expense Miss Welsh. All of our bags are over there. They may not give me a refund-" Miss Spencer's voice trailed off for Candy's short fingers were making their way underneath her silk blouse.
Candy pouted her lips. Her fingers stopped their exciting excursion underneath the blouse. A tear began to form in the shorter woman's eye.
"Um well I suppose we can just check in here Miss Welsh. It is late after all." Miss Spencer was concerned. The blonde did not want her cherished student to be sad, especially when she could prevent it. The teacher turned and with the schoolgirl in hand, began to ascend the stairs.
Candy restrained her smirk and wiped her crocodile tear away.
Once again they were in the lobby of the hotel. This time however much had changed. Muriel opened her micro purse retrieving her credit card. She was surprised by a voice.
"Bonjour Muriel, Candy" It was Mylene, with Alizee beside her. "I am surprised to see you here at such an hour. What brings you to this hotel?"
"We're checking in, well again I mean. We were here before, and now we're back!" Candy beamed.
"Yes, Muriel handed her card to the clerk. He began entering their information. "How about you Mylene?"
"Oh we just finished at a club down the street. We're here waiting for a cab. You two should try the club, it is wonderful. I think you would have such a good time there. And, if you would like the four of us could go there together. What do you think?" Mylene inquired, handing Muriel a napkin with the club's information embossed on its surface.
"I think we'll sleep on it Mylene. We have some sightseeing tomorrow. Can we call you about it in mid-afternoon?" Muriel replied, tucking the napkin into her micro purse.
"Sounds like fun." Candy added winking conspiratorially at Alizee.
"Oh yes it is" Alizee added leaning with obvious affection against Mylene. Her shorter black hair complimented Mylene's fiery red curls.
"Mademoiselle. Your keys are ready. I apologize. All that is ready at this hour is your old room. Out hotel is quite full with the Tulip planning convention occurring now. I do not think I would be able to upgrade your room for at least a week. I will contact your hotel and have your bags brought over. They should be here before sunrise." Muriel took the pair of keys, giving one to her student.
The four women exchanged hugs and the customary kisses on the cheek. Muriel and her student were both on their last drops of energy. Bidding farewell to Alizee and Mylene they headed up to their room. Candy was in the room first, opening the door with her key and heading straight to the bathroom. Muriel followed,setting out the 'do not disturb' sign and locking the door behind her. She sat on the edge of the bed placing her micro purse on the night table. The blonde then crossed her legs, hearing the rustle of her opaques rubbing against each other. Muriel let out a groan as she began removing her boots. It was her shoulder, she had obviously pulled a muscle. Hopefully she would be able to soak in the hot tub later, to ease some of the tension out of her exhausted muscles. Perhaps tomorrow.
She glanced around the room.
One bed.
With everything that happened, all the misadventures on her search for Candy. Their reunion. Here she was facing the same issue that started all this. She shrugged her shoulders. She did not want to make the same mistake twice. These new feelings she had, the awakening of emotions within her – it was all very confusing for the young teacher. But she knew how Candy made her smile, giggle and sometimes seeing the redhead made her stomach feel as though it were full of butterflies. She knew she must make a better effort to get past her worry, fear and anxiety. She would need Miss Welsh to help her explore these new feelings and perhaps awaken something in the blue-eyed woman she had no felt in a long time.
She pulled back the covers on the bed and arranged the pillows. She untucked her blouse from her skirt and let out a sigh. Miss Spencer removed her glasses slowly and rubbed her eyes with the back of her free hand. So many things had happened over the past twenty-four hours and she felt everything catching up to her. She carefully set her glasses down on the night table, alongside her micro purse. She smiled. At least with her mobile phone battery depleted she didn't have to worry about an errant call awakening her. She switched off the remaining lights in their hotel room, the sole illumination coming from the small bedside lamp. The darkness comforted her, she had found her precious student, they were reunited and as unlikely as it seemed back safe and sound at their original hotel.
Muriel let out a gasp in the dim light. Soft, short hands clasped her from behind. Around her waist.
She felt Miss Welsh's warm breath on the back of her neck.
"I wanna help you, teach." Candy's voice was soothing but she could hear the fatigue in the schoolgirl's voice.
"You must be tired. I can see bruises on your back Miss Spencer. It's time for bed."
Muriel held her breath as the redhead unbuttoned her blouse. Muriel saw the shorter hands slowly, inexorably moved up her torso. She saw Rebecca's hands unfasten the top button on her blouse and slowly open it exposing her burgundy bra and the rounded breasts contained within.
"I think you need me. I think you need me Miss Spencer. You need me to undress you. To open you up – I mean, to open your top." The redhead pulled down the collar of her teacher's silk blouse so that part of the shoulder and back was bare. Candy smiled and softly kissed Miss Spencer's exposed shoulder blade.
It was then Muriel saw the mirror, hanging on the wall opposite them. Why didn't she notice that the first time they stayed here? Muriel saw Rebecca's face peeking out from behind her bare shoulder. Miss Welsh had a sly grin on her lips. As Candy opened her teacher's blouse further, the schoolgirl innocently let the sides of her hands graze Muriel's breasts. The blonde let out a surprised gasp as tingles flowed through her body. She felt her cheeks redden as Rebecca's hand slid down the teacher's stomach to the top of her black skirt. Rebecca let her fingers rest there for a moment.
"Now that I opened your top, I think I gotta unzip your skirt Miss Spencer." The teacher's mouth opened slightly as she stood nervously in front of the mirror. She could face a thousand of the fiercest wrestlers in the world without skipping a beat. But to face and deal with these new feelings welling within her body, to deal with the rather direct advances of her favourite student. There was something about Candy that made her knees go weak, her stomach flutter and her heart skip erratically. Somehow the schoolgirl was able to penetrate her most stalwart defenses and affect the blue-eyed woman like no other.
The blonde blushed deeply, her cheeks showing a reddish hue visible even in the poorly lit room.
Muriel could now see that her student was clad only in white panties and a white bra which pressed the redhead's pert breasts together creating a rather enticing display of cleavage. But with Miss Welsh behind her she couldn't get a good look at that cleavage. She did not know why she felt so curious, why she wanted to look at Candy's breasts... she felt slightly embarrassed at the thought. Since neither of them had any of their travel bags with them... they would have to make do with whatever they had … at hand.
"But Miss Welsh I-"
"No, it's late... so late Miss Spencer. I gotta get you ready for bed." The redhead slid one hand teasingly across her teacher's stomach, the other found the zipper of the black skirt and slowly tugged it down the blonde's hips. Muriel started to protest but Rebecca maintaining eye contact with her teacher slowly kissed the blonde's bare shoulder.
Miss Spencer flushed as the zipper continued it descent, she felt the skirt loosen around her hips and she felt a tingling begin at the juncture of her thighs. Her student continued to kiss the blonde's neck. Miss Spencer let out a small gasp as short fingers undid the sole button on her skirt and the black silken garment fell to the floor. It lay there pooled around Muriel's feet. She squeezed her thighs together involuntarily at the thought of being so exposed to Miss Welsh. It was obvious as she looked at the both of them in the mirror.
Miss Welsh stepped around to the right side of her teacher. With one hand she traced her fingers up Miss Spencer's abdomen slowly rising up to the top of the taut stomach. Her large green eyes showed no clear message, they were mysterious Muriel thought. Unusual.
Rebecca's other hand lingered over Muriel's burgundy bra strap, she looked up at her teacher.
"It's bedtime Miss Spencer." Candy rubbed her left breast shyly against Muriel's arm. She then softly kissed her teacher's shoulder and gingerly kissed her way up her teacher's neck. The redhead pulled the teacher closer to the bed. Muriel was not sure why but she carefully wrapped her arms around Rebecca's waist. She struggled to remember the last time they embraced like this, clad only in bra and panties.
It was erotic. But Muriel could not deny that it was also extremely illicit.
"..." The teacher could offer no audible reply. Soon Candy's soft lips kissed Miss Spencer's neck again. It was hotter than before. Wetter. The tingling between Muriel's thighs had increased. Miss Spencer's favourite student rubbed her firm breasts against Muriel. The blonde felt the schoolgirl's nipples through the white bra like two small pebbles. Her own nipples ached in response. She tried and failed to restrain the need to squeeze her thighs together. The subtle movement was not lost on the shorter young woman.
"Is this our bed Miss Spencer? Is this where we are gonna sleep... together?" Candy impishly accentuated this last remark by pressing her toned thigh between her teacher's legs.
Muriel tensed up. Her thighs did not open as she wanted them to. Candy pressed her mouth against Muriel's ear.
"It's okay Miss Spencer. No one can see us. It's OK" Candy increased her pressure.
"I.." Muriel began but was at a loss for the right words to say.
"I want you to open for me... just a little. I wanna.. open you up Miss Spencer."
"Oh Miss Welsh.." Muriel's breath was coming faster.
Candy slid her right hand down Muriel's stomach, she snaked it between their feminine forms. The blonde let out a gasp as student's fingers found the top of Muriel's panties. She unconsciously moved her hips forward... toward the short digits. Candy could feel the warmth, the heat emanating from the treasure contained in those burgundy panties. The schoolgirl softly kissed just alongside her teacher's full lips. It was so close, Muriel ached to know what it would feel like to fully kiss her student. She ached for it. It was forbidden but she wanted to know. Candy lowered her hand, her fingertips played over the damp panties of her teacher. She went lower and gently stroked Muriel's inner thigh. The back of Candy's hand pressed against Muriel's mound.
"I want you to try and open a bit Miss Spencer." Candy stroked her fingers slowly on Miss Spencer's thigh. The skin was soft, smooth and firm under her touch. She could feel her teacher's wetness on the back of her hand. Candy kissed alongside Miss Spencer's mouth again but much slower. With each tender kiss the redhead was adding soft stroking just below her teacher's mound.
The blonde closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She turned her head ever so slightly and her mouth met the soft lips of Miss Welsh.
They kissed. Muriel felt herself opening in a small degree to the new feelings welling inside. Her thighs relaxed, she felt some tension and worry leave her body. Not completely, but enough to be more in-the-moment.
The redhead's insistent leg now easily penetrated as there was abundant moisture at the juncture of the teacher's thighs. It was damp, surprisingly wet. The schoolgirl who had suspected it, now confirmed it. By touch. Her thigh was unmistakably damp.
Miss Spencer is getting turned on.
"Am I gonna sleep with you here? In the same bed?" Candy innocently asked.
Muriel looked away and nodded shyly. This was indeed the only bed in the room. They would have to... sleep together. Miss Spencer was not even sure she could deny... not wanting to.
"You can pull me close too Miss Spencer. Here." Candy grabbed her teacher's left hand and moved it lower, so they were cupping one of the schoolgirl's rounded ass cheeks She smiled up at Muriel and kissed her cheek. With permission given, Muriel reveled in the kiss and 'accidentally' pulled her favourite student closer by firmly grabbing the redhead's ass. Her opaque covered thigh was smooth to the touch but Muriel was surprised how effortlessly she spread apart the schoolgirl's creamy thighs.
For between the schoolgirl's legs, it too was damp, moist and very warm. Their bodies fit together so well, so perfectly. Muriel wondered how something that felt so right, so perfect could at the same time, be so frowned upon, so forbidden. She sighed deeply, those were questions for another day. All she knew at this moment was the feeling of wholeness, completeness, serenity that occurred when she was close to her precious student, her Candy.
The redhead's lips explored her teacher's neck and face. Tender, eager, hungry kisses followed and though none of them were on the lips Muriel adored the attention. The teacher found herself smiling. She again tried to resist squeezing her thighs. The tingling was increased and the area between her legs felt as if it was burning. But Candy was there, her Miss Welsh. Muriel was able to find purchase against the schoolgirl's toned thigh, she found herself pressing into it. Candy had insinuated a thigh pressing against the teacher's mound. Every time she rocked her hips forward, Miss Spencer had a rush of pleasure as the firm unyielding thigh of her student met her.
It felt so good.
And so too did her student. She could feel Candy doing the same thing. Muriel felt her hands, of their own accord, roam over Miss Welsh's ass, the thin panties offering little protection for the blonde's exploratory caresses. In response, Rebecca ground her hips against Muriel's thigh. Miss Spencer smiled again.
Yes Miss Welsh. Go ahead. Yes, press against me. I am here for you.
Muriel surprised herself. Why had she thought such things? Why did she chastise herself for wanting to grind against her student? But she wanted Candy to do the same thing? She could not rationalize it, but somehow it made her happy that the redhead was finding pleasure because of her teacher. It was contradictory, but all Muriel knew was that she wanted Candy to be pleasured...
The blonde felt new sensations bubbling up from within. She shyly kissed Rebecca's cheek and then ran her palm along Candy's right leg. Muriel then felt the thigh against her mound move and the pleasure it brought caused a moan to erupt from her lips. Miss Welsh smiled, kissing Muriel's chest just below the collarbone. Muriel felt lost in a sea of happiness, she closed her eyes kissing her student's cheek and was pleasantly surprised to be kissing Rebecca on the lips again.
This is so forbidden.
Somehow her long fingers crept underneath those white panties. She now kneaded Candy's firm ass in her hands. Then her bra straps were tugged down her shoulders, undoubtedly from Miss Welsh's actions. She leaned forward as each tender act she performed on her schoolgirl was reciprocated by Candy's firm thigh against her pussy. Somehow the redhead just knew how to ignite passion. That passion was building into an inferno that was fixated between the teacher's thighs. Her nipples ached for a touch. For the touch of another woman.
They kissed again and Muriel's felt Candy's tongue probe her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and the schoolgirl's tongue met her own. They dueled like this and Muriel did not think she could be happier. Candy pulled her forward and they fell, together, onto the bed. Their tight embrace did not break.
Muriel was now on top of her student. Her thigh deeply wedged against Candy's white and obviously damp panties. Likewise Candy had her thigh lifted, nestling itself complimentary against her teacher's pussy. Muriel's bra straps hung low on her arms and her bra drooped, threatening to expose her erect nipples. Most of her blonde hair remained in her ponytail. Candy's green eyes sparkled and Muriel felt her breath taken away at the sight. Here was a beautiful nubile young woman who wanted nothing more than to have her homeroom teacher on top of her long into the night... and morning.
Muriel let herself go and leaned forward onto Miss Welsh. Their bodies pressed tightly together. Candy met her with a kiss, first on the cheek, then the neck and finally on the throat. Candy lifted her toned thigh and Miss Spencer felt passion building between her legs. She rocked against the firm thigh, explosions of pleasure echoing through her. Rebecca kissed her neck and held her tightly, the schoolgirl was receiving as much pleasure as Muriel.
"Oh Miss Spencer! Oh!" Candy was close.
"Yes!" Muriel was elated, she could not explain why, but suddenly she wanted nothing more than for her student to orgasm at her touch. Everything else became secondary to giving pleasure to another woman who... had become very important to her.
But time is the enemy of all things. Candy spoke first.
"Just hold me OK Miss Spencer? Please? I want to feel your arms."
Concerned Muriel stopped her ministrations and held the redhead. They lay like together, in silence for a long time.
Candy ceased her worrying and feeling comforted drifted off to sleep.
It was moments later that Miss Spencer joined her in slumber.