(Continued from Chelsea – 4)
Geneva knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in”, she muffled. Chelsea was on the bed, laying on her side facing the window. She was fully clothed, but for her boots.
“Sure”, she sniffed. The wall against her tears had evidently collapsed on the way up to her room. “My ass burns like hell.”
“I bet.” Geneva sat on the bed and handed the tube of salve over her shoulder. “He sent me to give this to you. Apparently, it’s for burns, sunburn…he said it would help.”
Geneva rubbed her shoulder. “Sorry Chel…”
“Wasn’t your fault”, she sighed and handed the tube back. “What did he say?”
“When he sent you up with this stuff.”
“Oh…he said, that I should…take care of you. That you’d want to see me…But I can leave…”
“Come on,” she almost snickered as she undid her belt. “Take care of me then.” She unsnapped, unzipped and pushed her jeans and underwear down to her knees, rolling onto her belly.
“Yeeouch”, Gennie said tentatively touching the double bulls-eye bruises on Chelsea’s bottom. “Has to hurt…” She squeezed a dollop of lotion onto her right cheek and rubbed gently.
“It hurts for sure, but guess what I won’t be doing anymore?”
“Smoking anywhere near the workshop.”
“Guess it worked then. But I don’t know how you could stand it!”
“Sometimes it’s easier to take a beating than to live with the disappointment.”
“Huh?…What?…I’m sorry.” Gennie was only half listening, distracted by the feel of Chelsea’s hot bottom under her slick, ministering fingers. Her skin mounded and crested as she massaged from the inside out allowing peeks of the treasures barely hidden in her cracks and creases.
“Remember the way he looked at me when he got out of the truck? That ‘you let me down look?’ I’d rather have my ass beat every day of the week than live with that.”
“I think I remember that…” Gennie said remembering her own spanking.
“Complicated”, Chelsea said.
Geneva rubbed in circles, first one cheek then the other. She dabbed more lotion and widened her circles to the small of her back and then down to the tops of Chelsea’s thighs-places the paddle hadn’t touched. Her hands navigated the lithe body like a well-remembered but seldom trod path. “Mmmm…that’s nice” Chelsea said into the pillow. As if awaiting a signal, Geneva allowed her hand and it’s exploring fingers to slide between her cheeks and rub up over her tight little button and further down between her legs. Chelsea began to wriggle at the touch.
“Would you do something for me?”
“If I can.”
“Slip my plants the rest of the way off.”
Geneva smiled ruefully watching her finger tease its way up the crevasse between the mottled cheeks. “I don’t know if that’s what he had in mind.”
“He sent you up here to rub lotion on my bare butt. He didn’t say just to bring me the salve, did he? What do you think he had in mind?”
“But you know he and I are…”
“Jesus! Don’t say it. You think I don’t know? This is a big house but not that big. I hear you guys at it every night.”
“Not every night!”
“Sometimes twice a night!”
Geneva giggled like a kid and took the bottom of Chelsea’s butt cheek in hand to knead it gently, her thumb playing at the soft spot just inside her thigh. “I just don’t know…” she stopped herself frustrated, but Chelsea would have none of it.
“Look, I can’t-not with your hands on me like this, imagine you leaving me here alone with my pants off and having to rub one off again. That’s all I do! Alone in my room while you make crazy love down the hall. I’m like a nun in here. Come on Gen-don’t make me beg! I know you don’t…feel about me the way I could about you. But you like me well enough don’t you?”
“Of course I like you well enough…”
“You don’t hate me do you?”
Chelsea was so engrossed in her pleading that she didn’t immediately feel her jeans being pulled over her feet. “Jesus, when did you become such a drama queen?”
“Celibacy makes cowards of us all”, Chelsea said allowing her legs, unbound by her jeans and panties, to fall open.
“May I never find that out”, Geneva said. Then, with a well-aimed and light smack on the bottom, “Roll over. I’ve seen enough of your narrow ass for one day.”