Chapter 274

Natalie had Instructor Robin’s breasts in her hands.

Her teacher’s tits. The tits of a decorated top-ranker combat instructor from Tenet Academy. Were in her hands.

It was a bit surreal.

Natalie struggled to keep herself grounded as she washed Robin’s chest, rubbing her fingers over those smooth, full curves and squeezing ample flesh. Try as she might to rationalize the situation, or remind herself that she needed to be careful, there was no way she could actually ignore the fact she was groping Instructor Robin’s tits. She couldn’t believe she’d been asked to do this.

“I do believe they’re clean already, Natalie,” Robin said, voice tinged with amusement.

They were naked in the hot bath of her private estate, standing in the shallower side—the basin sloped down—face-to-face so that Natalie could lather the older woman up. Her combat instructor’s nipples were erect as Natalie ran her hands across her breasts, sliding all around, smearing soapy water. It took a second for the words to register. She hastily, though with reluctance, forced herself to move on.

Which wasn’t necessarily a tragedy. From breasts she trailed down to Robin’s smooth stomach, gliding over that flat, slightly bumpy expanse of toned muscle. And to other parts of her gorgeous body.

Leaning forward just the smallest amount, more by accident than anything, Natalie’s very erect cock poked gently in the top of Robin’s thigh.

“Mind your spacing, now,” her Instructor said in mild reprimand.

Natalie took a half-step back, swallowing. She tried to ignore the fact she’d just felt her cock against her teacher’s naked body. No matter how light and fleeting the contact had been, the idea still sent a thrill through her.

Seriously, how had she ended up in this situation?

And was Instructor Robin waiting for her to make a move?

Natalie could barely put into words how tempted she was to push her luck. To find out. To let her hands wander—to grope her instructor under the guise of washing her, to pinch a nipple or slip a hand between her thighs. Even to ‘accidentally’ poke her cock somewhere less appropriate, just to see how Robin would react.

Because that was what this all was about, right? Testing Natalie’s resolve? But Robin had never actually told her not to make a move on her. And it wasn’t like this was back at Tarenhelm, with Alaina, where a slip of judgment meant real consequences. She even had logic on her side; she could argue that without ever being warned, or explicitly made aware that this was a test, then she wasn’t really at fault for making a move. Not when there’d been so many hints she might be interested. A vague inference that Natalie wasn’t supposed to wasn’t enough to truly condemn her for her actions. Plus maybe Robin really was waiting for her to make a move; maybe this wasn’t a test, and just the older woman trying to get laid. Hardly impossible.

Even if it was a test, Natalie was starting to wonder if she should try anyway. A scolding for her lack of control sounded like a great trade-off for getting to toy with her teacher’s nipples, or even more exciting activities. She wondered how much she could get away with before the real scolding began. Robin had barely reacted to having her breasts squeezed or a cock pressed into her, after all.

Natalie finally built up the nerve—or the last dregs of her good sense fled—and her hands started to ascend back upward from their route of cleaning Robin’s body, though now with much less chaste intentions. But just as her hands started to once again cup Robin’s breasts for another round of squeezing, and this bout to be much more indulgent, Natalie was unceremoniously cut off.

“That will do,” Robin said, grabbing her wrists and lowering Natalie’s hands away. “I shall return the favor, now.”

Natalie didn’t have time to absorb the implications of that statement before her instructor began doing just as she’d said. She grabbed the soap bar, lathered her hands up, and began running soapy water across Natalie’s own body.

There was, however, no teasing sensuality to her movements: her hands traveled briskly around Natalie’s stomach, sides, breasts, shoulders, arms, and so on, scrubbing her body clean without a hint of sexual intent.

Not that Natalie enjoyed it less for that fact. She stood frozen as the naked older woman stood close to her, leaning forward to scrub down every inch of her. For the first time, she got to experience Robin’s hands on her body, rubbing up and down her breasts, brushing her nipples in passing, making her breath catch.