Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane

Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane



Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated with the game “Rumble Roses”. This is basically a vehicle for lesbian sex between my two favourite characters (and a few others). Please enjoy it on that level and nothing more.

The sex is graphic, but I need plot and character development in my stories, so just beware. Also, I can spell, unlike many smut/Hentai authors out there. If you notice any typos, please tell me. Then prevent me from committing seppuku in the corner…

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Chapter 9- The Burden of Confession



Miss Spencer returned to her hotel room, her arms loaded down with shopping bags. Not only had she purchased some groceries, but a few new outfits for Miss Welsh as well. While she was by no means growing sick of seeing Miss Welsh parade around in her schoolgirl outfit daily, the uniform wouldn’t stand up to many more washings.

She was putting away the sake and plum wine she had purchased when she heard moans, groaning and panting coming from the bathing chamber- two women’s voices...

And a man’s.

She flushed angrily. She didn’t actually mind if Miss Welsh had brought the Yukina girl upstairs for a tryst. After all, a young woman had needs and urges.

But for her to let a strange man that neither of them could possibly know into their hotel room… in a city as big, exotic and potentially dangerous as Tokyo… that was just irresponsible!

She stormed toward the room from which the noises emanated. She prepared to eject the unwelcome guests, physically in necessary. She should probably be thankful they weren’t doing ‘it’ on her bed.

A woman moaned, pleading in Japanese for someone to make her climax. Another girl’s voice could be heard then, similarly begging.

Good God, it wasn’t even Yukina! What on earth did Miss Welsh think she was doing?!

She burst into the bathing chamber, eyes ablaze as she prepared herself for Sodom and Gomorrah.

“Miss Welsh! What in Heaven’s name are you-“

She paused. The room was devoid of people except for Miss Welsh and herself. Her student sat naked in the large tub, intently watching a large plasma TV set into the woodwork. Candy looked up and went pale, flustered by Miss Spencer’s sudden appearance.

“Oh, uh… hey, teach, I… uh…”

Miss Spencer looked over at the TV screen and froze. Onscreen, two Japanese women were having sex with a Japanese man. The shorter woman lay on top of the taller one, squirming against her partner feverishly. The man knelt at their heads, letting the women suck on his member with great eagerness. Their tongues tangled and swirled around the purple head of his throbbing pole, glistening with the wetness of their mouths. They moaned and whimpered as they ground into each other lustily.

Miss Spencer stared at the screen in a stupor for nearly a minute. Eventually she came back to herself and looked slowly over at Candy, one eyebrow raised. Candy blushed with embarrassment.

“Uh, yeah… I’ll pay the room charge for this, okay?”

“Oh, I dare say that’s a fair assessment.” Miss Spencer replied, nodding in agreement.

“Uh… can I finish watching it?” Candy asked somewhat sheepishly. “It’s about half an hour in and I’m kinda horny, to be honest…”

Miss Spencer’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious? You want to finish watching this?”

Candy blushed again. “Yeah, sorta… I’ve never gotten myself off watching a porno while sitting in a hot tub before. Have you?”

Miss Spencer turned several shades of red. “Certainly not!”

“Oh… have you ever done it in a hot tub?”

Miss Spencer shook her head violently, as if to clear it of the nonsense her student was cramming it with. “This is ridiculous! I am not playing Twenty Questions with you!”

“Well… how about Truth or Dare?” Candy prodded, teasing her.

“Miss Welsh!” her teacher said hotly.

“Alright, alright, sorry already.” the girl said, taking the remote and pausing the movie. She turned and rested her chin on her forearms, which lay on the fragrant wood of the tub’s edge. She stared up at Miss Spencer quietly, her big blue eyes full of questions and curiosity

“Can… we watch something else, at least?” Miss Spencer suggested, trying to leave the pleading tone out of her voice.

Candy shrugged non-commitally. “Good luck finding anything. They don’t get HBO and I couldn’t find any documentaries about the mating rituals of the Hungarian dung beetle for you…”

“Very funny, Miss Welsh,” the teacher said dryly. “Do you seriously find me that boring?”

“Not the past coupl’a days,” the schoolgirl admitted. “Usually I found you boring only when you went into school-marm mode, y’know? I think it’d be amazing to see you cut loose.”

“I’d say you’ve seen more than enough of that recently.” Miss Spencer replied.

Oh… yeah…” Candy said quietly, blushing.

An awkward silence hung over them for several moments. Finally Miss Spencer sighed and gestured to the TV. “I’ll let you finish your misogynistic twaddle. I’m going to go and put away the groceries. Enjoy watching two women fellate a man; it holds little appeal for me. Or for you, I would hope.”

“So what does turn your crank, teach?” Candy asked. She wasn’t teasing or trying to make Miss Spencer squirm, she was genuinely interested.

“Why, if I might ask, is that important?” Miss Spencer queried, raising an eyebrow.

“I dunno, just tryin’ to get to know you, I guess. I mean, we’re gonna be spending all this time together, maybe I should know a few things about you.”

“Very well, then…” Miss Spencer said finally. “When you finish with your movie here, we’ll find another adult one that we can both watch.”

Candy looked up at Miss Spencer, her eyes wide. “You shittin’ me?” she asked.

“Why does everyone keep saying that to me?” Miss Spencer asked, rolling her eyes.

“C’mon, teach, admit it- you suggesting we watch porn together is pretty out there.”

Miss Spencer considered. It did sound a little strange, put in that context.

“Miss Welsh, we’ve both made some changes and admissions in the past few days. You and I are here, in Tokyo, competing in a wrestling tournament. I might as well let my hair down, yes?”

Candy smiled. “Can’t hurt, I guess. Okay, I’ll finish this movie and you pick the next one.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you have a deal.” Miss Spencer nodded. “Ummm… how long… do you need?”

Candy shrugged. “I dunno. I’ll call you, I guess.”

Miss Spencer crossed herself and left the room. She heard the movie resume and made her way to the kitchen.

“Miss Welsh, would you please be so kind as to turn down the volume, at least?” she called out.

She heard the panting and groaning grow fainter. She busied herself storing the food she’d bought and then went to inspect her purchases from shops in Shinjuku.

She smiled as she held up a tight white baby-doll shirt she had bought for Miss Welsh. It had a red setting sun and said “Sonno joi!” in big black letters.

“Whatsit mean, teach?” Miss Welsh would ask.

“It’s an old saying from the Meiji era,” she’d reply. “It means ‘Expel the foreign barbarians!’ Cute, isn’t it?”

“I don’t wanna get expelled, not from Japan, anyway.” Miss Welsh would say, frowning at the shirt.

“It’ll look darling on you, I promise.” Miss Spencer would say sweetly to the girl.

Miss Welsh would give her a skeptical look and then she would unbutton her blouse and remove it. She would be standing there in her bra, unashamed, as if her teacher wasn’t even there. She would pull the shirt over her head, her breasts jutting out as she did so. It would fit her snugly, accentuating her small waist and drawing attention to her wonderful bust.

“Jeez, tight enough for ya?” she’d say, assessing herself in the mirror.

“Try this out now…” Miss Spencer would suggest, gesturing to the clothing on the bed.

Miss Welsh would look at the tiny thong that was laid out and the tattered, faded jeans beside them. She would reach under her skirt and pull down her panties, replacing them with the minuscule black thong. She would then shimmy out of her skirt and wrestle up the jeans. She’d button them and look at her behind in the mirror, gliding her hands over the smooth fabric on her behind. The thong showed above the low-rise jeans, drawing attention to her ass.

“So?” Miss Spencer asked her student. “What do you think?”

“You’ve got an eye, teach.” Miss Welsh would say, smiling and bending at the knees, resting her hands on them and winking. “I saw this pose on an anime poster in Shibuya.”

“You look truly wonderful, Miss Welsh.”

“Thanks, teach. D’ya think these clothes’d look as good crumpled on the floor as they do on me?”

Miss Spencer smiled. “No. You make anything you wear look better. They’d just look incomplete.”

Miss Welsh blushed at the unexpected compliment.

Miss Spencer reached out and stroked her student’s hair. “You’re so very pretty, Miss Welsh…”

Miss Welsh looked up into her teacher’s face, her eyes shining. Her face came closer. Miss Spencer leaned her head down to meet the girl’s…



She snapped out of her reverie as she heard moaning again. She frowned and put the clothes down on the bed. Miss Welsh had obviously turned the volume of her movie back up. She marched down the hallway, determined to give the rebellious girl a piece of her mind.

She stopped outside of the partially closed door and listened. The gasping and moaning was not one of the Japanese actresses. That could only mean…

Her heart pounded and her throat was dry as she subtly peered inside.

Miss Welsh was writhing as she sat in the tub, her back arching as she stuck her fingers deep inside herself. She was biting her lower lip and her eyes were closed. Her breasts heaved as she worked her way toward orgasm. On the screen, the smaller woman was still lying on top of the taller, their pussies grinding together, but the man was now between the legs, sliding his shaft in and out of them in turn, his hips pistoning against the two of them.

Miss Welsh was moaning again, writhing and squirming with increasing fervour. She began panting, working her fingers harder, her back arching out of the water. Her breasts were pointed at the ceiling, her head leaning back against the edge of the wooden tub

Miss Spencer watched, wide-eyed as the girl began shaking, her head thrashing from side to side as she peaked. Miss Welsh let out a loud cry of pleasure and collapsed, shuddering, her body wracked with spasms of pleasure as she came. The water splashed around the edges as she rode out the orgasm, moaning and panting wildly. The teacher found herself gripping her own breast, caressing it as she watched. Her mind was on fire. Her heart burned with lust.

Miss Welsh relaxed, finally, lying like a limp dishrag in the warm water. Her breathing was slow and deep. Her eyes remained shut and she looked like she’d gone to sleep. Miss Spencer stood up straight, turned around and walked back to the kitchen. She leaned herself against the counter and closed her eyes, trying to control herself. She leaned into one hip and shivered, discovering that her panties were extremely wet.

“Wonderful, that’s another pair ruined…”

She turned around and walked to a small desk, sitting at it and holding her face in her hands, just trying to relax. She kept her legs open, unwilling to feel the squishy wetness between them.

“Miss Spencer? Uh… I’m done…” called a voice from the other room.

“No kidding…” the teacher muttered to herself as she arose from the desk. She made her way back down the hall and knocked on the door.

“S’okay, teach, I’m still in the water…”

She entered and was relieved to see that Miss Welsh was sitting there comfortably, looking as normal as a naked girl could in her teacher’s hot tub. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but Miss Spencer willfully chalked that up to the heat of the water. Yes, that would do…

Candy looked up at her and then down at the water, a little embarrassed. “Uh… sorry if I got a little loud there…”

“Oh? I didn’t really notice.” Miss Spencer lied. “How was your movie?”

Candy thought about that. “Well, it got me going, so I had to work some things out, y’know? I’m amazed you didn’t hear me.”

Miss Spencer nodded, trying to treat this like an everyday conversation. If she didn’t she would surely go mad. “Was I right about the misogyny?”

Candy nodded. “Yeah, it did seem a little chauvinistic… I can’t believe I just used that word.”

Miss Spencer smiled. “There may be hope for you yet.”

Candy shook her head. “Dream on. I kinda got grossed out at the end when the guy jizzed on their faces, but watching him fuck them both as they ground pussy was pretty intense, I gotta say.”

“Miss Welsh, your language will never cease to horrify me.”

Candy rolled her eyes. “Fine, it turned me on when he was alternately pentrating them both but it grossed me out when he… he… sorry, teach, I don’t know any polite term for spunking on a woman’s face.”

“The Japanese use the word ‘bukakke’, Miss Welsh. It means ‘to splash’, as in a waterfall.”

“Okay, it kinda grossed me out when he ‘waterfalled’ all over their faces. Why do you know so much about Japanese porn, teach?” the student asked suspiciously.

Miss Spencer coughed delicately. “No matter how I choose to comport myself, Miss Welsh, I am not the repressed priss everyone makes me out to be.”

“Tell me about it.” Candy mumbled under her breath.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Nothing!” the girl said hastily. She changed the subject. “So, are you gonna pick an adult flick for us or not?”

Miss Spencer sighed. “Well, I said I would, so yes, I guess I shall.”

“You gonna watch it from up there?” Candy asked, smirking.

Miss Spencer blushed and bit her lip. “Erm, no. good point. I… I suppose that the tub is big enough for two…”

“Plenty big.” Candy agreed, nodding. “No bathing suits, by the way, I’m going el fresco.”

“I have yet to replace the last one you wrecked during our mud match, so that is not an issue.” Miss Spencer replied. She reached back and took the pins out of her hair. The long, golden blonde tresses spilled down past her shoulders and hung in luxurious waves. Candy gazed on in awe.

“Holy shit, teach, your hair is gorgeous.”

“Thank you, Miss Welsh,” the blonde said, giving her hair a swish. “But please leave the profanity to the porn actors.”

Candy rolled her eyes. “Yes, your holiness…”

Miss Spencer began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She paused and looked at Candy. The girl raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Turn around, young lady.” Miss Spencer said, making a twirling motion with her finger.

“You’re kidding, right?” the girl asked, making a wry face. “You’re just getting in the tub with me anyway, what does it matter if I watch you undress or not? Besides, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Yes, I’d say you’ve seen your fill for now. Please turn around if you wish me to get in there.” Miss Spencer said firmly.

The girl sighed and turned away, stretching out and resting her hands on the edge of the tub. Her pert behind remained above the water, swaying invitingly.

Miss Spencer continued undressing, removing her white blouse and then her high-slitted skirt. She folded them both carefully and set them aside.

Unbeknownst to Miss Spencer, Candy had turned to face a tall mirror a mirror and was watching her quite intently. Well, her teacher either hadn’t noticed the mirror or was pretending not to, thereby giving Candy a means of watching her.

Candy marveled at the older girl’s body, plush and curvy yet athletic and lithe. She sucked in her breath quietly as Miss Spencer unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to spring free of their confines. Her breasts were large and full, with dusky pink nipples.

Miss Spencer put one leg on a small stool and began rolling down her black stockings. Candy reveled in the sight of her long, supple legs, graceful thighs tapering through magnificent calves and culminating in pristine, small ankles. The sight of them made Candy’s heart pound.

She was shaken out of her reverie as Miss Spencer slipped out of her tiny blue panties, a single triangle of silk concealing her shaved pussy. Candy wouldn’t swear to it, but she was almost certain the she saw a hint of wetness on her teacher’s netherlips. She shivered in pleasure at the notion.

Finally naked, Miss Spencer stepped into the steaming water and settled down, mere inches from where Candy had been sitting.

“Is it safe now?” Candy asked somewhat acerbically.

“Yes, Miss Welsh, you may turn around...” replied the teacher simply. Candy returned to her former position, next to Miss Spencer. She smiled and held out the remote.

“So, whaddya wanna watch, teach?”

Miss Spencer pondered. “We agreed to an adult movie, yes?”

“Yep, and you’re payin’ for this one.”

“Fair enough. I guess we should survey our choices then.” She took the remote and accessed the menu. She began flipping through the available adult movies.

“Good luck, all the titles are in Japanese. I just picked one and got the jizzfest.” Candy said.

Miss Spencer did not respond but clicked by nearly two dozen choices with only the most cursory of glances.

After nearly two minutes of searching, Candy grew impatient. “Y’know, teach, I don’t wanna sound like a wet blanket or nothin’, but it’s a lot easier to watch porn once if you don’t just overshoot the whole menu and actually select a title.”

“Trust me, Miss Welsh, these are titles you would have no interest in. The mind of Japanese businessmen can be a very dark place.”

“I’ll take your word for it, you seem to be the expert on this sorta thing.” Candy said dryly. “How the hell do you even know what to look for? It’s all in Japanese.”

“Indeed. However, some of us can read, write and speak Japanese fluently, alongside other languages.” Miss Spencer stated matter-of-factly.

“Silly me…” Candy replied. “So… what about that one?”

“It’s called ‘Butterdog’, you wouldn’t like it.” Miss Spencer said, flipping by it.

“What the hell kinda name is that for a porno?” Candy asked.

“The kind of name one would invent for a porn movie where a dog licks butter off a naked woman until she climaxes.”

Candy wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Ew. Keep looking.”

“Yes, I believe I will.” Miss Spencer said, nodding.

A few more minutes passed and Candy sighed. “Man, these Japanese people are pretty fucked up if we have to look this long. Oh, wait! How about there?!” she said, pointing at the screen.

Miss Spencer read the description and blushed furiously.

“What? What’s wrong with it? Does it involve electrodes and wombats or something?” Candy asked, confused by her teacher’s reaction.

“No, it’s…”

“It’s what, teach?”

“It’s a yuri film.”

“What’s yuri mean?” Candy asked.

“It means it’s about lesbians.” Miss Spencer said quietly.

Candy grinned. “Alright, some girl-on-girl! We both like that stuff, I know that. So… why are you lookin’ so embarrassed, teach?”

Miss Spencer turned a shade redder. “It’s… it’s about an affair… a secret affair between a professor and a high-school girl in her class…”

Candy fell silent. “Oh…”

There were several more seconds of uncomfortable silence.

“It might still be a good watch, y’know…” Candy prompted. “If we’re gonna watch somethin’ I imagine that’s as good as anything.”

Miss Spencer didn’t respond.

“Look, teach, I…” Candy began, trying to find words. “I’m… I don’t wanna apologize about what I said the other night in the shower. I don’t know if I meant it or not, I mean, the past few days have been pretty emotional for me. I think maybe I did love you. But today’s today and things are better. Let’s not read too much into anything, right?”

Miss Spencer nodded. “I agree. We’ll watch this.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Miss Spencer blushed at her student’s inadvertent choice of words. She took a deep breath and hit the select button. The two sat silently, waiting for the movie to start. Sensing her teacher’s unease, Candy’s hand slipped over and gave Miss Spencer’s a squeeze. Her teacher smiled and seemed to relax.

“Miss Spencer, relax!” the blonde told herself. “Just enjoy the movie and the company of this beautiful young girl. You expect her to change and open up, maybe it’s time you did so as well. Her choice of movie was a coincidence, just leave it at that.”

She stared at the black screen, determined to enjoy herself openly for a change.

***



The movie began. The scene faded in to a teacher sitting at her desk, checking book reports. She was wearing a grey suit jacket and a white blouse beneath. Her long black hair was trailing down her back. She was humming to herself when the door to the classroom opened. In walked a slender young Japanese girl, her hair coloured a striking magenta and worn short and almost spikey. Her lipstick and eyeliner matched her hair. Her blouse was knotted beneath over her midriff and her skirt was astonishingly short, even by Candy’s standards. Obviously she was a bad girl.

“Jesus…” Candy whispered. “How the hell old is that actress? Fourteen?”

“No, she’s probably eighteen or nineteen,” Miss Spencer replied quietly, eyes fixed on the girl. “She’s just meant to look like a freshman or sophomore. The Japanese have a thing for young girls.”

“I would too if they looked like that…” Candy said, still staring.

The rebel girl strutted up to the teacher and stood behind her. The teacher seemed to take no notice, so absorbed was she in her work.

“Do you ever zone out like that reading our book reports, teach?” Candy asked.

“No,” the teacher said flatly. “The so-called book reports you girls turn in could never hold my attention that firmly.”

“Ouch.” Candy said, still gazing at the screen.

The girl spoke to the teacher, her voice devoid of the respect that one would expect from a Japanese student toward their sensei. The teacher did not respond but kept writing and checking notes. The girl bent over and reached down in front of the teacher, her delicate hands trailing down over the teacher’s breasts. The teacher flinched and sat up straight in what seemed like shock. She spoke to the student in alarm, evidently protesting. The student ignored her teacher’s pleas and continued massaging. She knelt behind the older woman and massaged her hands over the blouse in circular motions, a wicked smile on her face. The teacher protested again, shuddering.

“Ie! O-negai…”

“What’s she saying?” Candy asked.

“She’s asking the girl to stop.” Miss Spencer replied simply.

“Really?” Candy looked at the screen and shook her head. “What an idiot.”

Candy watched as the student made the teacher stand up and lean back against her desk. She stood in front of her and slipped a hand inside the woman’s blouse. The teacher squeezed her eyes shut, still whispering in protest but doing nothing to stop the girl. The student leaned in and pecked lightly at the teacher’s mouth, speaking softly to her. She kissed her again, biting her lower lip.

Candy squirmed slightly.

Obviously tired of her teacher’s reticence, the girl took firm hold of her and kissed her hard, pressing her body into the older woman’s. The teacher seemed to start reciprocating, her mouth opening to allow the student’s tongue in. Their breath became ragged as they kissed, the teacher’s arms wrapping around her young lover’s back

“Damn, if all Japanese classes are like that I’m stayin’.” Candy said in wonder.

The teacher began undoing the buttons on her teacher’s blouse. As the shirt fell away, both girls in the hot tub gasped.

“Holy shit…” Candy breathed. “Look at the set on her! They’re nearly as big as yours, teach!”

“There’s no flies on the student, either.” Miss Spencer observed as the student removed her own top, revealing a pair of perky breasts, quite a bit larger than one would expect.

“Lucky student.” Candy observed.

“Lucky teacher.” Miss Spencer added.

The Japanese women continued to kiss, teasing each other with their tongues as their breasts pressed close. Candy felt a warmth spreading through her, centered between her legs.

“Jesus… I’m gonna get really fucking horny. But Miss Spencer is right here! How am I gonna do myself with her sitting next to me?!”

Miss Spencer shifted uncomfortably. She had no doubt that Miss Welsh was experiencing the same state of arousal that she found herself in. Her womanhood had grown quite moist, although whether that was because of the movie or the young woman next to her was another question.

“Miss Welsh…” she said quietly. “I know watching this will be difficult for you, so I just wanted to tell you that… whatever you need to do, it’s okay. You’re safe to do it.”

Candy’s ears burned as she heard the words. She nodded. “Thanks. Same goes for you, teach. I mean it.”

“Thank you. I believe I may have to indulge your favour in that.”

They watched the movie intently. The student had removed the teacher’s skirt and was kissing her way down the woman’s body. The teacher shuddered and rubbed her breasts, one hand occasionally reaching down to sneak under the student’s skirt and caress her.

The magenta-haired girl reached her teacher’s panties and nipped at them, sending shivers through the woman. Her fingers traced along the fabric and she pulled at it with her teeth.

“We’ve got camel-toe…” Candy observed.

Miss Spencer shook her head but kept watching.

The panties came off. Candy subtly put a hand against her crotch. The teacher was shaved, except for a thin strip of short dark hair directly above her pussy.

“The schoolgirl will be shaved bald…” Miss Spencer said very quietly, her breathing deep. “It signifies her as the younger one.”

“If her clit’s pierced I’m gonna lose it.” Candy replied.

The girl kissed and flicked her tongue against her teacher’s netherlips, coaxing her legs open. Candy and Miss Spencer watched, almost hypnotized, as she played her fingers along the wet slit, her teacher trembling and almost sobbing.

Miss Spencer’s hand glided slowly to her own pussy, cupping it. She felt how wet she was, the tingling urge to climax building.

Candy had already begun to slowly trail a finger up and down her pussylips, copying the student’s actions onscreen. She shivered lightly, accidentally brushing against Miss Spencer’s thigh.

“Sorry, teach!” she said quickly.

“It’s alright, Miss Welsh…” Miss Spencer replied, sparks of electricity shooting up her nervous system from the brief contact.

Onscreen, the teacher had removed the girl’s skirt and they had climbed onto the desk, lying side by side and facing down each other’s body. The student, predictably, had been wearing no panties and her pussy glistened with desire. The teacher kissed and teased her student with her tongue, causing the formerly dominant young girl to whimper and moan in pleasure.

“I’m goin’ in, teach…” Candy said, unable to hold off anymore. She slid a finger deep inside herself, crooking it up and stroking it along the upper wall.

“Do what …you have to… Miss Welsh…” Miss Spencer breathed, her own finger circling her clit and then sliding up and down the length of her lips.

The girls onscreen kissed and licked one another hungrily, tongues and fingers sliding deep inside the pink depths each other’s pussy. The teacher’s hips trembled and bucked as the student pushed her face deep into her. She responded by fingering her student while she sucked on her clit, but also sticking a finger deep inside her student’s behind.

Candy gasped as she watched, her body trembling.

“I didn’t know you liked anal, Miss Welsh…” Miss Spencer said, still watching the screen, her hips churning around the finger she had inserted inside herself.

“I didn’t know I did either…” hissed Candy, working her pussy furiously with two fingers.

The teacher and student had switched position and turned on the desk to sit and face each other. They scissored their legs and settled in against one another. They began squirming their pussies together, bringing gasps of pleasure from both student and teacher.

“Oh, yeah…” Candy panted. “Kai-awase…”

“You know the term?” groaned Miss Spencer, her hips pumping and writhing around her hand.

“Yeah… Yukina taught it to me…”

“She’s very pretty, Miss Welsh… Miss Spencer hissed, arching her behind off the seat. “I’ve no doubt… that your sex… was very hot…”

“Not… as hot… as you… Dixie… an’ Aisha…” strained the redhead.

The student and teacher on screen were writhing and humping wildly, bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. The actresses were obviously about to cum.

“Oh, jeezus…” squeaked Candy, fighting to hold on. Her free hand flexed and clenched, brushing Miss Spencer’s.

“You too?” panted the blonde teacher, her hips bucking as she thrust her finger’s deep inside herself.

“Yeah!” cried Candy. “I’m… gonna…”

She squeaked as she tried to delay the moment.

“Miss Welsh!” gasped her teacher, her hand suddenly gripping Candy’s fingers, knotting as she peaked.

The two women cried out loudly, bodies arching as they came, writhing, heaving and shuddering. They pumped and ground against their fingers, all the while their hands knotted together, anchoring them to something real as tidal waves are bliss washed over them.

They collapsed back against the wall of the tub, breath coming in huge, heaving sighs. Candy’s eyes were shut, her mind spinning from the force of her orgasm.

Miss Spencer stared at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over. Reality seemed very distant and irrelevant. She felt only she warmth of sexual euphoria and her hand clasped to Miss Welsh’s.

***



Several minutes passed and the movie ended. Both women continued to lie still, not speaking. Words seemed an almost ridiculous concept that neither was willing to indulge in.

Eventually Candy released a long sigh. “Well… there’s a class activity you don’t see every day…”

Miss Spencer slowly turned her head to gaze at the girl. “What’s that?”

“Cum with your teacher…” Candy said, smiling lightly.

Miss Spencer smiled and looked back at the ceiling. “Feel better?”

“Oh yeah…” Candy sighed. “Does watching a porno with you count towards my credits somehow? Sex Ed or something?”

“I doubt it,” Miss Spencer replied, finally releasing Candy’s hand. She sat up. “Let’s face it, Miss Welsh, if that were true you could count the Rumble Rose tournament as Phys Ed, right?”

Candy considered. “True. So, how was your orgasm, teach?”

Miss Spencer blushed. “A lady doesn’t discuss that sort of matter, Miss Welsh, I’m surprised at you.”

“I’m not a lady, teach.”

“Yes, I know, in spite of my best efforts.”

“So dish already.”

Miss Spencer sighed. “Just this once, just for you. It was wonderful. I find myself unusually satisfied. But if I might ask- if you could not read the titles of the movies or their descriptions, what compelled you to pick out that one?”

Candy shrugged. “All those earlier movies you kept flipping by, they had a lot of the same characters in the description. Since you said the first couple were bad, I just assumed that anything with different characters in it had to be some kinda change, right? You hit another genre.”

Miss Spencer smiled warmly at her student. “Miss Welsh, you are such a clever girl… deducing that from a language you don’t know? You could easily be the smartest girl in your class. I am so proud of you…”

Candy blushed and smiled. “Gotta admit, I don’t usually like it when someone in authority says they’re proud of me… but this time I’ll make an exception. I don’t know why, but that means a lot to me, coming from you.”

Miss Spencer looked at the ceiling again, relaxing. “I’ve been thinking. The tournament is over in a week…”

Candy looked downcast. “Yeah, and then it’s back to school.”

“Well, not necessarily.” Miss Spencer said, holding up a finger. “My sabbatical is a month long. True, I actually took it for the purpose of retrieving you, but now that I have done so, I find myself loathe to return to the tedium and restrictions of the school.”

“Yeah? You gonna ride out your month of freedom? I’m jealous.”

“What if I kept you with me?” the blonde ventured.

Candy stared at her teacher in astonishment. “Are… are you serious, teach? You’re not on drugs, are you?”

“In spite of my recent behaviour, I assure you I am not on drugs. As to my suggestion, I am quite serious, Miss Welsh.” Miss Spencer said in a voice that left no doubt of her sincerity. “I could use you as an assistant for my research. Given how much school you’d be missing I would have to agree to tutor you and make sure you don’t fall behind in your studies, though.”

“But… you’re not doing any research, teach. Aren’t sabbaticals actually about doing research for a thesis or something??

Miss Spencer waved dismissively. “Miss Welsh, I have collected a vast amount of data, information, lore and research on myriad topics during my six years at St Marguerite’s. No one has ever accessed it except me. I could easily throw together a thesis or five and everyone in the world of academia would hail it as groundbreaking.”

“Wow, teach, that’s downright dishonest.” Candy said, assessing her teacher in a new light.

“Is there anything wrong with that?” asked Miss Spencer. “You’re learning to open up and trust people, so why can’t I be bad once in a while and have a little fun?”

“Alright, so we’d take a month off? I could handle that, even if I have to spend it with you…” Candy said, winking.

“Actually,” Miss Spencer said casually, stretching her arms over her head, treating Candy to an awesome view of her magnificent breasts as they broke the surface of the water. They glistened as water beaded and cascaded down them. In spite of how spent she felt, Candy felt desire welling up inside herself again. Teach certainly was a tease and she loved it.

“Actually what?”

“I was just thinking that if I were to turn this into a genuine sabbatical, I would need the rest of the semester off and the summer.”

Candy could hardly believe what she was hearing. “You… you want to miss the next six months of school? You? Who would teach your classes?”

Miss Spencer smiled. “That cute teacher’s assistant- what’s her name… Mam’selle Chaumeu? Yes, I think she would happily take over for me. She would love the experience and I believe she’d be more than capable.”

“Well, it’s a nice thought, but I sure as hell can’t afford it. How can you on what the sisters pay you?” challenged Candy, determined to find the flaws in the plan before she accepted.

Miss Spencer smiled. “This would be my first sabbatical in six years; I can get a sizeable grant from the government easily enough. And if that money should happen to run out, well, my parents are millionaires many times over and I gained access to my trust funds three years ago. Money is no obstacle, trust me.”

Candy raised an eyebrow. “You… you mean to tell me… that we’ve slogged our sorry asses through this tournament from hell and you had the money to save the orphanage all along?”

“Indeed. But in my defense, I would point out that you only told me about the orphanage two nights ago. Had you confided in me before running off to Japan, I would have gladly given you the money and we would not be as black and blue as we are now.”

Candy conceded the point. “Yeah… but if I’d done that, none of this would’ve happened, right?”

“Correct. And I, for one, am glad it has panned out this way. Beyond that, though, I fully intend to win that money from the tournament and give that to the orphanage. There’s a principal involved now.”

Candy looked at Miss Spencer, arms crossing. “Oh, I see… when I was determined to whup ass and see this through I was being stupid and crazy, but when you decide to stick it out, then there’s a principal, is that it?”

Miss Spencer smiled. “I will win this tournament for you, I promised to do so. Then you shall save the orphanage and we shall take a well-deserved vacation. How does that sound?”

Candy looked somewhat overwhelmed. “It… it sounds amazing, teach. I didn’t know you were an heiress and stuff.”

“Almost no one does. Only the Mother Superior and a few select others. More than that, my family is a major source of funding for the school. Why do you think they let me take a month off on such short notice? Why do you think they’ll agree to my taking a six-month hiatus without a fuss?”

“I don’t suppose you need a little sister, huh?” Candy said, in what she hoped was a joking voice.

Miss Spencer shook her head. “I would never take you as a little sister, Miss Welsh.”

Candy’s smile faded and she nodded somewhat forlornly. “Yeah, I don’t exactly fit in, do I? Story of my life.”

Miss Spencer turned to look at her, her eyes serious. “That isn’t it at all, Miss Welsh.”

“What… what do you mean?” Candy asked.

“What I mean, my dear,” Miss Spencer said softly, looking into Candy’s eyes. “Is that I would never take you as a little sister because I’m in love with you.”

Candy trembled, staring at Miss Spencer silently.

The teacher smiled gently, her eyes soft with love. “I love you, Rebecca.”

The girl was silent. Miss Spencer’s words sunk in slowly.

“She loves me… she’s in love with me… she called me Rebecca…she… loves…”

She felt her heart pounding harder and harder. Tears began to gather in her eyes as a joy she had never before known flooded through her. In her teacher’s face she saw what she had been secretly longing for her whole life… acceptance and love.

She burst into tears as she threw herself into the older girl’s arms, mashing her lips against Miss Spencer’s with wild abandon. The teacher, rather than withdrawing or restraining her, held Rebecca close and kissed her lovingly. Their hearts beat together as they finally cast aside fear and doubt, binding themselves to each other.

Tears streamed down their faces as they pressed against one another, unbridled joy guiding them as they smothered each other with kisses.

“I love you, teach…” Rebecca whispered between kisses. She cupped Miss Spencer’s face and kissed her passionately.

“I love you too, Rebecca.” Miss Spencer replied, her voice raw and honest, eyes glistening.

So many barriers broken… such a great weight lifted…

Rebecca had settled her body into Miss Spencer’s, straddling the older girl’s lap, nuzzling her face into her neck. She kissed her teacher’s shoulder gently while her hands caressed and explored.

“Miss Spencer…” Rebecca whispered, her heart still thundering in her breast. “May I… make love to you?”

Miss Spencer nodded slowly, her eyes closed. “Where? Here in the tub? Maybe somewhere a little more exotic or naughty?”

“Actually,” Rebecca said, pulling back to look into Miss Spencer’s eyes and caress her cheek. “It’s my first time with someone I was in love with… I want to make love to you in bed. It just seems right.”

Miss Spencer smiled gently. “I happen to have a very large and very comfortable bed available for such an occasion. Nothing would make me happier than to make love to you in our bed, Rebecca.”

Rebecca’s throat tightened and her body tingled with warmth. “Our bed…”

Miss Spencer rose from the water, bringing her student with her. She smiled as her gaze trailed up and down Rebecca’s body. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but now she found her even more beautiful and delightful to look at, a priceless treasure she could call her own.

She took Rebecca by the hand and led her out of the tub and over to the towels, where she wrapped one around her student and then herself. Hand in hand, they then made their way to the bedroom.

***



The room was dim, the lamps lit low. The curtains were closed, the lights of Tokyo shut out. They stood beside the bed, hands clasped, looking deep into each other’s eye. They had confessed their love for one another and their fears had vanished. Rebecca looked into Miss Spencer’s face, her eyes shining.

“Is this… is this really happening, teach?” she asked almost dreamily.

“Yes, it is,” came the magic reply, like music to her ears. “And it makes me very happy... I’ve been waiting for this day for three years, even if I didn’t realize it.”

Rebecca’s crystalline eyes glittered, tears of elation gathering in the corners. She gulped back a sob of emotion. “I… I couldn’t see it either. But now that I know I love you, I can’t imagine things any other way.”

“Let me say it for you, then…” Miss Spencer said softly. “I love you, Rebecca Welsh.”

“I love you, Miss Spencer.”

They gently leaned their heads in and their lips met. Whether a single moment or an entire aeon passed they could not tell; nor did it matter, since in each other they had found eternity and that was all that mattered.

Their hands squeezed gently, fingers knotting as they explored each other’s kiss. Their breathing deepened and they prolonged the expression, hearts fluttering. Their hands came up to rest against each other’s chests. Slowly they undid the other’s towels, letting them fall away. The fabric barrier gone, their bodies came together with the tenderness of lovers born.

Rebecca’s breasts pressed into Miss Spencer’s, causing them both to tremble. Their arms wrapped around each other gently, holding their bodies close. Their kiss, a magic expression of a love too deep to be articulated by mere words, held the two spellbound. Their lips slid and pressed as they allowed their tongues to touch. Miss Spencer moaned in pleasure, her desire for Rebecca growing.

Hands began to wander, exploring soft curves, fingernails tracing over silken skin, causing shivers of delight. Miss Spencer finally broke the kiss and laid Rebecca back on the bed. She lay partially on top of her, looking deep into her beautiful student’s eyes. Rebecca gazed back, eyes shining with an almost worshipful adoration.

“You’re so beautiful, teach.” Rebecca whispered. “I can’t believe how long I was in denial about loving you. It’s so obvious to me now.”

Miss Spencer smiled. “I’m glad to hear it, because acknowledging and recognizing it is a big weight off my shoulders. Loving you seems to make my life complete.”

Rebecca put her arms around Miss Spencer’s neck. “This is gonna make things difficult, isn’t it? If we get caught, I’ll get expelled and you’ll get fired, no matter how much your family contributes. I mean, jeez, I’m just sixteen and all…”

“It’s nothing we won’t overcome together,” Miss Spencer said tenderly. “I think we’ve proven, especially to each other, that nothing can stand against the two of us in tandem. I have to admit, with your confession of love, I feel like I could take on the world.”

“That’s good, ‘cuz the feeling’s mutual.”

Miss Spencer leaned down and kissed Rebecca again, settling gently on top of her. Rebecca loved the comforting warmth of Miss Spencer’s body, an impenetrable shield of love that protected her from a world gone mad.

Miss Spencer couldn’t believe how wet she had become. To be so consumed with lust after so powerful an orgasm was unusual, even for her. But she loved Rebecca so much and wanted to make love to her so badly…

She nestled herself between Rebecca’s legs, her pussy pressing into her student’s. Rebecca spread her legs slightly to accommodate. They shuddered in pleasure as they felt each other’s warm wetness. Their tongues tangled and wrestled as their bodies began to undulate slowly. They kissed deeply and moved against each other for several minutes, just content to be together.

Rebecca eventually looked up at her teacher. “Teach, may I taste you? I want to know what you taste like.”

The older girl nodded and slowly rolled onto her back. She lay quietly, gazing at her student in the dim light as she crawled on all fours to her side, breasts swaying invitingly. Rebecca smiled, beautiful beyond description. She leaned in and kissed Miss Spencer’s forehead, followed by kissing her eyes gently. Rebecca pecked a kiss on her nose playfully before planting a wet kiss on her mouth. The redhead bit her teacher’s lower lip, tugging on it gently with her teeth as her hand caressed its way down the blonde’s body.

Rebecca kissed and nipped at Miss Spencer’s neck and shoulders, causing her lover to sigh. The teacher’s breasts beckoned to her, soft and inviting, creamy and white. Rebecca blew gently on one nipple, causing it to stiffen. Miss Spencer’s hand stroked gently through Rebecca’s hair, fingers tracing along the scalp.

“Such a considerate lover…” she murmured. “Is it any wonder that I fell for you?”

Rebecca smiled at the compliment and rewarded her beloved with a gentle kiss on the breast. Miss Spencer’s back arched, her warm body eager for more. Rebecca planted more kisses around her breast, causing Miss Spencer to moan quietly. Rebecca’s finger traced lazy patterns on her lover’s waist and stomach, which trembled in expectant delight.

“Rebecca…” Miss Spencer whispered, her eyes shut as she craned her neck backward. “Please…”

Determined to please her love, Rebecca gently swirled her tongue around Miss Spencer’s nipple, eliciting shudders and staccato gasps. Rebecca smiled. Obviously Miss Spencer’s breasts were uber-sensitive. That was a good thing to know. She sucked the nipple into her mouth, tongue still lapping and flicking with slow, deliberate care. Miss Spencer’s hands clasped Rebecca’s head, stroking through her hair, flexing almost involuntarily in response to her young lover’s ministrations.

Rebecca caught sight of the gentle squirming and thrusting of Miss Spencer’s hips. She slowly drew a long-nailed finger down to the blonde woman’s netherlips. Her middle finger stroked teasingly along the slit, causing Miss Spencer to gasp loudly and stiffen. As Rebecca drew back her finger she shivered in delight to see a glistening trail of Miss Spencer’s sticky wetness following her digit. Never had she seen anything more intoxicating.

“Oh, teach…” she breathed, bringing her fingers to her mouth. She pressed her tongue to the tip of her finger, tasting the tangy sweetness of Miss Spencer’s pussy. Her body trembled, yearning for her lover’s gentle touch.

She kissed Miss Spencer’s breasts again, causing the blonde to squirm uncontrollably. As she began kissing her way down Miss Spencer’s midriff, Rebecca’s hands remained and played with her breasts, brushing the nipples with her thumbs. Her teacher’s stomach trembled and undulated under her kisses. Rebecca could feel the heat of her lover’s womanhood, saw the glistening wetness of her lips. How she ached to taste her teacher’s sweet nectar, to lap her pussy until she came.

Her face hovered over Miss Spencer’s slit, the tension of their desire driving them both wild. The moist silken folds of pink flesh were begging for the touch of Rebecca’s lips and tongue. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood. Miss Spencer shuddered as Rebecca blew cool air over it. The teacher moaned loudly, her body stretching and writhing, eager for more.

“My dear, be careful…” Miss Spencer gasped, trying to control herself. “I’m so close to climaxing, but I don’t want to without you… our first time… should be together…”

Rebecca’s heart melted. Here she was devoting herself to Miss Spencer’s pleasure and the wonderful, loving girl insisted that they cum together. How could she say no?

“Let me reciprocate…” Miss Spencer said lustily, sitting up and gently laying Rebecca on her back. The student stretched out languidly, smiling up at her lover. She playfully covered her breasts and batted her eyes.

“Why don’t you start down there are work your way up, teach?” she suggested. “By the time you reach my mouth for a kiss I’d say we’ll both be likely to blow.”

Miss Spencer nodded. “A wise suggestion, my dear. Now please spread your legs.”

Rebecca did as she was told and closed her eyes, anticipating the pleasure to come. She was not disappointed. Miss Spencer kissed and nibbled around her pussy, tantalizing her, making her squirm in exquisite agony.

“Teach!” Rebecca gasped, clasping Miss Spencer’s head. She pressed her pussy against her teacher’s mouth. The blonde giggled and kissed the slippery lips, sliding her tongue up and down the slit slowly. Rebecca shuddered. “Please… suck my clit… please…”

Miss Spencer nodded and sucked the girl’s core into her mouth. Rebecca writhed and moaned loudly. She bit her lip as she felt one of Miss Spencer’s fingers invade her tight, warm and slick depths.

“Ohmygod… ohmygod…” she panted, her body on fire.

“Are you ready?” Miss Spencer asked. A frenzied nod was her response. She crawled back up her lover’s body, pressing against her, the friction driving them both wild. Rebecca’s arms wrapped around her back as she reached the girl’s face; the redhead pulled her down and kissed her savagely, her body melting into Miss Spencer’s. They kissed heatedly, tongues plunging as Miss Spencer maneuvered her pussy against Rebecca’s. The student’s legs wrapped around her waist and they began rocking, pussylips mingling and slithering as they girlfucked each other.

This, this was the most tender, personal and loving way of expressing their feelings for one another- pussies slurping and grinding, almost as one. Their minds were whirling almost dizzily with their passion, their desire to share a soul-wrenching climax with one another.

Rebecca felt herself losing control, how close orgasm was. Miss Spencer was trembling above her, obviously teetering on the brink as well.

“Teach…” she panted heavily, continuing to grind her pussy into the blonde’s. “There’s something… I wanna try… it’s something I’ve never… considered for anyone else…”

“Anything, Rebecca…” Miss Spencer gasped. “I love you…”

“That’s why I wanna do this…” Rebecca said lustily. She gently rolled over on top of Miss Spencer and sat up, their legs scissored together. She gently held her lover’s leg and resumed squirming and humping against her.

“I love you so much, teach…” she said quietly, gazing down at the woman she found some wholly beautiful and worthy of her undying love. “I can’t think of a better way of showing it. I’ve heard of this and I hope it works…”

She pumped and ground intently, enjoying the feel of the blonde beneath her. Their pussies grew increasingly slick, clits brushing and lips mingled and caressed, bringing them both to heights of bliss enhanced only by their love.

The squirming and grinding took on an urgent quality, their bodies beginning to shake. Sweat glistened on their skin, eyes fluttered, breath came in pants.

“Rebecca…” keened Miss Spencer. “I love you… I’m going to…”

This was it. Rebecca pressed herself in as hard as she could to her lover, reaching in with a hand and spreading their lips wide. She bucked her hips and pressed with fiendish strength. Both girls arched their backs, straining as they reached the peak of their lovemaking.

The orgasm was unimaginable. Both women cried out so loudly they must have been heard throughout the hotel. Bodies thrashed and shuddered, but Rebecca kept her fingers firmly planted, spreading their lips as they pressed together. A firestorm a pleasure raced through her as she felt herself cumming hard. But what broke the bounds of earthly bliss was the fact that she could feel Miss Spencer’s cum deep inside her- just as Miss Spencer could feel Rebecca cumming inside her.

It had worked! Holy shit, it had worked! Rebecca laughed so hard she cried, tears streaming from her eyes as she felt Miss Spencer’s cum in her pussy. Her eyes were so watery with joy she could barely make out her lover’s face. They writhed and pumped, gasping and groaning in pleasure no words would ever suffice to describe.

Rebecca collapsed on top of Miss Spencer, her pussy still glued to the teacher’s. Both woman laughed and sobbed, kissing each other’s faces as they held each other.

“You came in me…” Miss Spencer said, tears of crystalline joy in her eyes and on her cheeks. “I’ve got you inside me, Rebecca.”

“I know…” reposnded the student, shuddering as she cried. She buried her face in Miss Spencer’s shoulder, too embarrassed to look at her. “I’ve got you in me, too. I’m so happy it worked… I’m sorry I’m crying…”

“It’s okay, my love,” the blonde said, holding her tight, her own tears still flowing freely. “It’s okay, I know they’re tears of joy. I love you so much, Rebecca…”

“We came in each other. We’re bound forever…” Rebecca wept, still overcome with her emotions. “I’m so happy, teach…”

Miss Spencer looked out over the bed and to the floor. In her haste to take her lover in her arms, she had knocked Miss Welsh’s knew clothes to the carpet where they lay crumpled. She smiled as she remembered her daydream.

“Thank you, Rebecca. No one could ever give me a more precious gift. Never doubt my love for you.”

“I won’t, teach… ever…”

***



They lay in the dark, Miss Spencer spooned in behind her student. They were silent, although both were wide awake. Contentment reigned and words would have been superfluous. Miss Spencer’s arm was draped over the younger girl, resting on her breast.

An hour passed before the redhead turned around to face into her lover. She slung a leg over Miss Spencer’s thigh and smiled. The blonde kissed her forehead and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ while caressing her cheek.

Rebecca sat up slowly and stretched. She rolled off the enormous bed and stepped over to the drapes. She drew them aside and stepped out on the balcony. She was still naked but the Tokyo summer night was warm and she felt no discomfort or chill. She leaned on the rail and cast her gaze over the nightscape. The myriad lights dazzled her eyes after the quiet dark of the room.

Miss Spencer followed her out and hugged her from behind, pressing close, as they had that night in the shower. In retrospect she was amazed they had not made love that night, but hindsight was 20/20, right? The here and now was what counted. They were together and they were in love. No matter how long it had been in coming it was all worth it.

“A loonie for your thoughts…” she whispered, kissing her student’s cheek.

The redhead smiled. “I was just thinking… I love hearing you call me Rebecca. I never let anyone call me that. Ever. At the school the teachers all call me Miss Welsh and the other girls all call me Candy Cane or else. I hate the name, unless you say it, apparently.”

“It suits you, I think. It’s a pretty name for a wonderful, beautiful girl.”

Rebecca smiled. “But here’s something weird- you’ve been my teacher for almost four years, my competitor for nearly two weeks and now you’re my one true love… and I don’t know your first name. Do you even have one, teach?”

Miss Spencer blushed. “Yes, I do.”

“Well what is it? I figure I oughta know, in case I ever marry you or something.”

Miss Spencer went a deeper shade of red. “You work fast, I’ll give you that. It’s Muriel.”

Rebecca turned her head and looked at her lover. “Muriel? Your name is Muriel Spencer?”

“Does it suit me?” the teacher asked

“Actually, yeah, it does.” Candy mused. “I was afraid you were gonna say Diana or something, given what a princess you can be…”

Miss Spencer kissed her student’s neck. “Be that as it may, yes. My name is Muriel Spencer.”

The redhead smiled and looked out at the city again. “It’s a beautiful name. But I think I’m probably gonna keep calling you ‘teach’ or ‘Miss Spencer’, if that’s alright with you.”

“It suits me fine,” responded Miss Spencer. “As long as I can continue to call you Miss Welsh or Candy Cane. It just works for me somehow. Rebecca’s still too new for me.”

Candy nodded and turned around, pulling Miss Spencer into her and kissing her wetly. “You’ve got a deal. If you’re not too cold, I’d love to just stand here on this open balcony and make out with you, teach. How often will we get to do crazy things like this?”

“More often than you’d think, if I have anything to say about it, young lady.” Miss Spencer replied, leaning the girl back and plunging her tongue into Candy’s mouth. The night was young and there was much love to be made…

***