Time for Two

Chapter One

Sitting in the chair, her waist buckled in tight, Miss Spencer couldn't help but smile. She was on holidays, the rigors of teaching long behind her as the plane sped its way Eastward through the air, leaving only a slight smoky trail in its wake. Life was good and like her previous holiday, she had a special travelling partner, 'The former Candy Cane'.

Though the red-headed young lady was becoming more responsible and a better student, she still had a long ways to go. In many ways, she was still "Candy Cane" and not yet "Becky", but given enough time together… Miss Spencer had no doubt that with her caring and guidance, Candy would eventually turn to "Becky".

As the plane landed, they exited the terminal holding hands, Miss Spencer's slender fingers intertwined with Candy's shorter fingers. They waited for their luggage at the pickup area.

"Thanks so much for taking me on your vacation Miss Spencer. My step-parents would never take me anywhere." Candy Cane frowned and looked slightly angry.

"Miss Welsh, we've talked about this before. Even though your step-parents may not be ideal individuals…" She remarked with poorly veiled disgust, "that is no reason to be disrespectful. Besides which, you won't have to stay there much longer. Miss Clements family has graciously accepted to be your legal guardians."

Miss Welsh's cute face looked up at her pretty teacher, "I know, I know Teach. But you know that I really wanted you to take care of me. You've always looked out for me teach. It would be awesome to live with you." Miss Welsh's cheeked flushed slightly, but she was smiling widely.

"Yes, of course Miss Welsh. We have also discussed this before. It is just that it would not be appropriate right now for me to cohabitate with you. Miss Clements family are very good people. I have known them for years. They will give you the structure and discipline necessary for you to blossom into a proper young lady."

"Yeah, I know. Dixie is really cool and everything, I think of her as my big sister. But we're from Canada, you know, and the Clements are from the US. Is that going to work?"

Miss Spencer thoughtfully tapped her finger against her lower lip. She paused in mid-tap.

"Hmm, that is a very interesting and good question. I wonder if there will be any difficulties with a cross-border transfer? Well, it is no matter, whether you live with the Clement's or remain here in Canada with …. a suitable individual… you will have the best environment possible. This I promise you Miss Welsh."

They continued holding hands and finally picked up their luggage; Miss Spencer's red leather suitcase and her student's battered guitar case covered in stickers and duct tape were quickly loaded into a waiting taxi.

They had a long drive ahead of them; the airport was nowhere close to their hotel. Muriel and her student settled into the back seat. Initially, Candy Cane was wide-eyed and eagerly looking at the many sights out the window, but that changed. The long flight from the Western prairies and this lengthy car ride were taking their toll on the schoolgirl. At first, she sat back in the car seat, but soon after she was soundly asleep. As they rounded a corner, the red-pigtailed head came to rest on Muriel's shoulder. Carefully easing her somewhat rebellious student's head onto her bosom, Muriel looked around the city with a peaceful contentment. She was somewhat surprised by this, what was the source of her sudden and deep contentment?

Without realizing it, she was gently stroking Miss Welsh's hair. It had been some months since she and her attractive student vacationed together. She had a mixture of emotions during that first vacation of theirs. She had gone through a gauntlet of feelings. Protective for the care and security of Miss Welsh, tenderness as she comforted her after the pool incident, anger at the way the young waiter tried to deceive the schoolgirl. When she recalled sharing some of her past with Miss Welsh as they lay in bed together, her student's head resting on her bosom, she felt another emotion but … it must just be … educational-personnel-platonic-affection. "Yes, that was it. Just platonic-affection, nothing more.

The young teacher felt overheated and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her full blouse. The cab driver raised his eyebrow at this, shrugged, and then resumed driving. Miss Spencer paid no heed as the yellow taxi sped through the city. The sky was darkening, no doubt due in part to this extremely long drive. She glanced over at the seat beside them. Her micro purse lay on the seat, a thin organizer peeking out of the red leather.

She thought to herself 'that organizer has our scheduled activities for this evening. If only I could just reach over and grasp it without disturbing Miss Welsh. The poor thing is fast asleep.' She began to reach ever so slow, her slender fingers reaching for the organizer that seemed to be teasingly beyond her reach.

She felt moisture on her upper breast, exposed as it was due to unbuttoning the top of her blouse. She glanced down, seeing a bit of her black bra, the lace at the top peeked out, but not in a trashy way. The teacher would never be so provocative in her attire. There was just a little lace on the top of the bra and her full breasts were pushed together slightly which created a deep, visible cleavage. Classy and elegant, that's how the beautiful teacher presented herself.

Ah. There it was.

The wetness on her upper breasts was a little bit of drool from the mouth of the deeply-sleeping student. She must have tilted Miss Welsh's head when she futility tried to reach for that organizer.

She couldn't leave that salvia on her breast. It wasn't proper. She couldn't reach for a tissue in her purse without waking Miss Welsh. She knew how Miss Welsh had hardly gotten any sleep the night before; her step-parents yelling and fighting. She recalled how Candy had called her at home in the middle of the night crying that she wouldn't be able to go on vacation. Muriel had wasted no time in driving to Candy's house and waited for her in the alley before speeding off to the airport. Candy Cane was crying and explaining how her step-parents refused to allow her to go on holidays with her teacher. She needed to let Candy Cane sleep, positioned as she was on her teacher's bosom. The poor girl had been through so much.

Pursing her lips, the blonde teacher scooped up the drool on her slender fingertip and licked it off quick, noting its slight sweetness. She glanced up at the cabdriver who seemed not to notice. She then glanced down at her student, the red pigtails, one of which was nestled in her cleavage did not move. Miss Welsh had not woken. It was then she noticed more drool on her student's full lower lip.

Her breathing quickened and as she stretched her finger to Miss Welsh's glossed lips. She paused to rationalize this gesture.

'I can not have more of Miss Welsh's drool all over my breasts. I cannot have people seeing us exit the cab together in this state. Me, the older woman, her teacher, with an unbuttoned blouse and salvia all over my breasts and Miss Welsh, my younger student, clad in miniskirt and a fitted blouse with moist lips. No, I must do something.'

Satisfied with her rationalization, the teacher stretched her index finger wiping the salvia from the schoolchild's glossed lips, at the same time, her own lips opened a little. She brought up her fingertip to her red lips and tasted its sweet, sugary flavour.

'All Done,' she thought. "And Miss Welsh was still asleep."

"Hey, lady. If you're done with your student, we've arrived at your hotel."

The cabbie had stopped the car and was turned in his seat watching the scene between the two women with a lecherous grin.

The blonde blushed deep, and then regarded the cabbie with cold blue eyes. She pushed her hand rapidly towards the man, clenching something in her fist.

"Here."

She handed him the exact fare, with no tip for his lecherous gaze. He just didn't understand. Miss Welsh awoke, oblivious to all but the fact that they had arrived at their hotel. Bounding out of the car, the miniskirt offering a glimpse of her pink panties, Candy grabbed both pieces of luggage and ran into the hotel.

The cabbie was giving her young student a lecherous gaze as Miss Welsh's miniskirt was offering him a clear view of her tight underwear. Disgust went through the teacher as she exited the cab.

"Looks like you'll have lots of fun with your student. Maybe I could help you two ladies while you are in town." The cabbie grinned at her exposing a mass of yellowed teeth and blackened gums.

The teacher was again feeling that deep anger whenever someone tried to take advantage of Miss Welsh. Muriel saw her fist crack into the face of the cabbie, knocking a yellowed tooth onto the curb. She was not surprised; she had come to grips with the powerful strength and the sudden violence that seemed to happen whenever Miss Welsh was threatened, whether real or imagined.

"You will do no such thing, you dirty male. She is not for you."

The cabbie was stunned by the powerful blow, blood streamed from his unshaven face. His ears were ringing and his vision was seeing double. The cabbie had never been hit this hard in his life. Even his remaining teeth felt loose and cracked. He responded in a thick French accent,

"Crazy lesbian, I should report you to the authorities."

Miss Spencer crossed her arms, tapping her heel on the pavement and regarded the bleeding cabbie with ice cold eyes.

"Do that you filthy vermin and I will report your cab, number four-three-one to your supervisor. I am quite aware of your dawdling ways. You overcharged us for the ride. I am very familiar with the streets of Ottawa."

The cabbie wiped some of the blood from his tobacco stained face.

"Whatever, you crazy blonde btch. You go Hell, GO HELL!"

The cabbie put the car into Drive and pulled out into the street. Miss Spencer quickly turned and started to walk into the hotel and stopped when she heard the crash. Turning back towards the cab, she saw that the rear window was smashed in.

'How did that happen.' she thought, turning again to the hotel.

And then she saw her student flipping her middle finger at the smashed cab. The red-headed student was standing suspiciously close to the rock garden at the front of the hotel.

"Miss Welsh, did you damage that automotive vehicle in any manner?"

The young woman's face was turned in the direction of the cab. Miss Spencer noted the student's deep breaths as her shirt stretched tight with each breath. And she noted that one of her student's long shapely legs was standing in the rock garden.

Turning to her teacher, her face the picture of innocence the red-head batted her eyelashes at Muriel.

"Teach, I guess someone heard the bad names he called you. I guess someone got mad at that jerk and showed him that he can't talk to you like that. You're a great teach and he is just a smelly, dirty, dumb, broken-English cabbie. I would kick his ass and maybe even throw a rock and smash his rear window, but I know that is wrong. And I am above … err… Vandalsy."

"It is Vandalism young lady. VAN-Dal-ISM." She enunciated each word, sounding it out slowly. "And you are correct, Vandalism is wrong. Are you sure, you didn't throw a rock Miss Welsh?"

"Who me? I was just standing here guarding the rocks. I wouldn't want anyone to throw a rock at that damned cabbie." She laced her fingers together at waist level, squeezing her chest together and stuck out her lower lip in an unmistakable pout. "You believe me dontcha teach?"

"Of course I believe you, Miss Welsh. I know you would not lie to me. And refrain your mind from speaking in slang, it is unbecoming."

Miss Spencer took her student's arm and led her into the hotel. Unknown to her Candy dropped the small rock she was holding in her hand. The rock tumbled back into the rock garden from whence it came.

Check-in was non-plus, the hotel looked decent. The hotel was a far-cry better than their last holiday, where the teacher and student had to share a bed. Muriel signed the necessary forms while Candy Cane flipped through brochures in the lobby and checked out the in-hotel restaurant and bar.