“Oh hello Fiona, sorry, I wasn’t expecting company, I was just unpacking and trying to settle in,” he said, a bright, friendly smile upon his face as he held the door open. “Come on in,” he invited immediately.
Fiona goin’ into the tutor’s room? Well, that was against one of the rules, and I knew it. Could have screamed bloody murder and Rose’d come running, and she’d chase him out of the house then
and there just for invitin’ Fiona in. We were all pretty close in age, me and my sisters, but Rose acted like she was fifty when she was only half that.
Now, I know Fiona didn’t always get lots of attention, but truth be told, it wasn’t her looks. She was a pretty girl, and none too stupid. But she just always was overshadowed by Rose. Or the twins. They teased her somethin’ awful at times, so Fiona sometimes acted like she was the loneliest girl in the world.
“Sure, I’d love to Mr. Roberts,” she said with a cheerful smile on those ruby lips of hers. She even got dolled up with makeup!
Now, here’s about where my knowledge of the situation might be expected to die off, but I knew our farm in and out, better than any of my sisters even. And every place had its own little peep holes or quiet nooks to nose in on, and the guest house was no exception.
“What’s that you have there?” he said, eying the little cake with fascination as Fiona waltzed on in, swayin’ her hips so wide.
It was a little weird, watchin’ her like that, I had to admit. Kinda exciting, though. I just knew somethin’ funny was goin’ on with how she was movin’ and biting down on her lower lip like she was real nervous as she offered him her baked good.
“I made this just for you, Mr. Roberts,” she said, as she blushed real bright.
It was a pretty lookin’ lil’ cake too, I had to give her that. Chocolate, looked like a lil’ volcano with some chocolate sauce runnin’ down the sides to the base. It set my tummy to rumblin’ then and there, but I had more important things to keep track of.
“Wow, it looks delicious! So fast too,” he exclaimed in surprise, smiling as he took the cake from her and laid it down on the small table that was his own personal eating nook, just two chairs and a table next to his mini-kitchen.
I was watchin’ from my hidey-hole that I crept into from beneath, and I could see it all.
“Would you like to share it with me?” he asked, fetching two forks from the drawer as I studied his room. He wasn’t lying, he was fast settlin’ in, putting out his suits, a little ornate globe and an array of books he’d brought with them.
I couldn’t wait to get my hands on ‘em! But it wasn’t the time…
Naw, I was learnin’ about something different altogether. I was learning about how men and womenfolk talk together. I practiced pressing my lips together like Fiona was doing, but it felt strange.
“I would love that,” she said, and even her voice was different. Had a strange little lilt to it. Like it was a bit lower, and she really emphasized the world ‘love’.
She went to sit down, but then Mr. Roberts did a surprisin’ thing, he took hold of the chair for her and pulled it out, offerin’ it up to her like she was some sorta princess or somethin’. Guess he just had some refined manners that the local boys didn’t.
“Such a gentleman,” Fiona said, and she came over, holding her red dress up at one side between her index finger and thumb as she sat down more dainty than I’d ever seen her behave. It was such a strange shift in her behaviour, but I couldn’t help but be entranced by it. I was learnin’ something real different. Like for instance, that beneath her red dress, Fiona weren’t wearin’ a stitch! Nothin’! I could even see her bush!
“Ah well, when a man entertains a lovely lady in his residence after she brings him a delicious looking cake, he has to treat her right,” he said, setting the table, pouring them both up some milk before he sat down with her.
He was pretty smooth, my new tutor-to-be. I wondered if he’d treat me like that, but I shook the thought from my head. I was just the baby of the family. No one wanted to treat me like that, and I never could have thought to make him a cake like that. I should’ve, though. That would have made him like me loads more and wanna teach me even better.
She crossed her legs and I couldn’t see between them no more except for along the sides, her tan legs nice and muscular from all her hard work around the farm. Fiona wasn’t a slouch.
She might’ve chafed at Rose always bein’ so bossy, but she worked as hard as any, harder! Just to prove she was as good as any of the rest of us.
They dug into the cake, but right away Mr. Roberts was taken. You’d think he’d just bitten into the most delightfully tasty thing he’d ever put in his mouth!
“Mmm mmm! Oh my, Fiona, you must be the baker of the family,” he said with such appreciation, and I bought it, didn’t think someone could fake such enjoyment of a simple cake!
But oh, Fiona, she was bright red, and I watched as the top of her foot ran up his shin a little. I thought that was weird, her messin’ up his nice pants like that. But he didn’t look upset at all, and she was grinning like some fool.
“Thank you for sayin’ so, Mr. Roberts, but normally I leave the cookin’ and bakin’ to the twins. It’s only when special company comes by that I like to break out my… culinary skills,” she said, her voice like I’d never heard it before, so… enticing and erotic.
For his part, Mr. Roberts reached on over, placed his big hand upon her knee, right at the edge of her dress skirts and gave a squeeze as he smiled.
“A shame you don’t get to exercise those skills a bit more then, you’re clearly well suited to them,” he said with a smile.
And I knew for a fact that Fiona never cared for baking and cooking, heck, she downright loathed it normally! Or at least, pretended to. But suddenly with Mr. Roberts there you’d think she was Martha Stewart! Heck, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the twins had baked that cake and she was just takin’ credit.
Her foot kept rubbin’ on him, and she shimmied a little bit closer to him, bringing the fork to her lips and pressing the cake between them. And she made a sound, but it wasn’t a normal dinner-time sound. It was more like a moan, and she was lookin’ at him the entire time. That was really strange, I figured, but I didn’t know nothin’ about this sort of thing.