It is amazing how events that seem to be extraordinary and should be the focus of all conversation, the subject that should push all others into the background, can be ignored while trivial activities continue and banal subjects can be discussed. Thus, as Jean worked and she and Marian talked, no reference to the previous night's proceedings was made, even by implication. Seemingly, to Marian it was a non-event, not worth referring to. Jean, of course, was not going to raise the subject. However, at least to her, it was not a non-event and she certainly was apprehensive about the coming evening.
As it happened, that evening was very similar to the past one. Marian had a leisurely bath attended, once again, by Jean. The changes were few and slight. Perhaps Marian raised up a bit higher so that Jean wash further down her hips when doing her back. Perhaps Jean held Marian's breasts a bit longer as she washed them. Certainly, however, Jean looked at Marian's body more closely. Certainly she didn't feel that disconnection as her hand ran over that body. Certainly, also, Marian reacted more strongly and noticeably when her cunt was being washed. In other words, changes were incremental, and as the week went on, they both became freer. Jean made no effort to avoid looking, washed everywhere and everything without hesitation. There was, however, one fortuitous event that was of significant.
After four days of serving as Marian's bather, she became careless when using the sprayer to rinse off the soap from Marian's body. Suddenly, the sprayer took on a life of its own and jumped out of Jean's hands, showering the room and drenching her before she could find the control. The situation was really quite comical when the flood was under control and, laughing, Marian quickly took advantage of the accident, saying, "You'd better get out of those clothes! Here, let me help." Before Jean could think clearly, she found herself down to her bra and panties, both of which turned out to be soaked also. "Oh my heavens! I can't believe that you got that wet. You'd better take them off too. I'll get a robe that you can wear while things dry." So, in a matter of moments, Jean was completely naked and, to her own surprise, was not really embarrassed by her exposure. Probably this was due to the suddenness and humor of the experience, and, also, to the fact that Marian treated it as a matter of course. In any case, the next evening when Marian off-handedly said that she might as well undress rather than getting soaked again, she did so without hesitation. From that time onwards, both women were nude during the bath sessions.
By the end of Rob's two week trip, the evening bath was an established custom. Marian made it very clear that she enjoyed the sybaritic experience, saying that she always had wanted a naked serving girl to wait on her. She said this with a laugh, but there was no question that she meant it. Surprisingly, Jean, once she got past the original trauma, took pleasure in it also. She admitted to herself, not out loud, that she really got pleasure from the feel of Marian's body as she ran the wash cloth over her. It was very sensuous. Even more surprising, she recognized that she even liked the position of being that "serving girl," kneeling on the floor beside the tub, giving her mistress a bath! There was no question that the series of spankings, combined with the more severe caning and paddling, had made her more submissive and that Marian's dominant position was even more secure.
However, the last day that they would be alone, Marian introduced a new idea that reopened the door to Jean's fears. After the bath, a late one this time, Marian casually commented, "You know, my skin has been getting much dryer since I hurt my shoulder. I just haven't been able to rub cream into it the way I should. Maybe next week when Rob will be gone again, you can cream me up. I think it can wait until then." She said it in a matter-of-fact voice which assumed that Jean would have no reservations and that it was a small matter. Of course, Jean did have reservations and she did not see it as a small matter. All her concerns flooded back in as she realized the Marian expected her to rub cream into her bare skin – no wash cloth providing a symbolic separation between them. To Jean, that thin piece of cloth was a major psychological support that permitted her to rationalize, to balance her moral stand with practicality. Now that was to be removed, and she, once more, was torn.
Several days later, she and Jim were sitting in the apartment while he took a break from studying. She obviously was nervous and on edge, and he finally asked, "Jean, what on earth is wrong with you? You're bouncing around like a cat. You seem tense and worried. Is something wrong? Are you not getting along with Marian?" His question and concern caused the dam to burst. She blurted out the whole sequence of events, all the things she had been holding back because she didn't want to worry him and, most important, the things that she was certain would upset and disgust him. One of the things that had originally pulled them together was their conservative background, including sexual matters. Jim was an attractive man, just under six feet tall, dark hair and quite good looking. One would have expected him to be popular, perhaps be a fraternity man, certainly to have serious interest in, and success with, women. However, he just didn't fit in with the drinking, promiscuous crowd and he had the same engrained moral restrictions that inflicted Jean. Thus, he concentrated, with success, on his pre-mad studies that eventually got him into med school with a scholarship and grant. Meeting Jean in their senior year changed things somewhat, but the small town, Midwestern attitudes remained. This somewhat limited their sexual conduct to basic intercourse although he had been hinting at some more advanced activities as time passed.
