Grady
The running footsteps receded in the distance. Grady staggered forward, wrenching open his trouser flap --- his overready cockstand sprang free. He sank to his knees where he had been just moments before. Sitting back upon his heels and bracing his spread thighs, he spat in his palm and wrapped it around his engorged organ. He saw again her parted pantalettes...her dainty patch of dark curls. Up and down his hand stroked. He felt again the soft spring of her hair...the curve of her mound...the silky top of her notch...
Oh sweet love!
...her little bud noticeably swelling under his fluttering tongue! Faster and faster came his breath now...her squirming and panting...the hint of her tantalizing female scent...
Oh God!
His seed spurted forth, filling his hastily seized handkerchief.
For a few minutes he remained kneeling and breathing hard. By and by, he rose to his feet. He rebuttoned and straightened his clothing, brushing off the knees of his trousers. Finding no remaining evidence of the encounter in either the room or his appearance, he stepped out into the courtyard. Whilst his pearly emission had momentarily soothed his agitated body, the elation in his heart was undampened. Sauntering along the back of the garden wall, he restrained the urge to leap into the air --- not knowing who might witness such remarkable behavior --- but he could not contain the grin that overspread his face.
Passing through the gate in the wall he found himself in the paradise of a fluttering pink tunnel of cherry blossoms. He felt an unfamiliar ache in his soul at the beauty of life...for several moments he stood dazed, inhaling deeply, his heart flooded with Chloe. Ahead, on the other side of the fountain, he noticed Mr. O'Malley --- Grady immediately assumed a purposeful stride, greeting the gardener cheerfully, then heading directly to his quarters in the servants' wing. In his current state he could not trust himself to not draw unwanted attention.
Closing and locking his chamber door behind him, Grady leant back against it, exhaling deeply. Again, the irrepressible grin spread over his face. Oh sweet Chloe! She had let him see her cunny! Kiss her cunny! Lick her cunny! Well, partially anyway. In her pantalettes and standing with her legs together, Grady had been thwarted from fully indulging his desires. He licked his lips: just the faintest trace of her beguiling scent yet remained --- damn it all, he had not been able to taste of her fully! Why had she not let him do it properly?! She had clearly been aroused by his tongue's caresses...oh how she had squirmed and panted and pressed her cunny to his mouth! Indeed, he would have sworn that she had been upon the brink of spending when she pushed him away. She had seemed stunned...or frightened. Despite what she had seen Mr. Calhoun and Lucy doing, Grady sensed that she had embarked upon something that she did not fully understand.
But this puzzle failed to detract from his jubilation at the turn of events, for he had been in love with Chloe for some years now. True, his feelings hadn't always been such. When they were small children, he had felt a protective impulse toward the determined little sprite that was ever following Edwin and him about. Later, when they were somewhat older, she had proved herself to be a companion whose curiosity, humor, and sensibility he admired. He had also started to notice that she was a pretty girl.
He recalled instructing her in fencing --- and she eventually became so adept with the foil that she was able to best him (one time anyway, he smiled). Together they had climbed up the ivy-covered walls of Greystoke Hall to reach Edwin's window to play pranks upon him...and then she had applied the same method to play pranks upon himself. There had been the time when Chloe had recruited Edwin and him to help with her efforts to aid famine victims in Ireland. For three years they had collected their pocket money and extra food from the kitchen, and with Mr. O'Malley's assistance, sent it to a charity in Cork.
Everything changed after the first Lady Trimingham died. The new Lady Trimingham had put an end to Chloe's playing with him. Then he was off to boarding school with Edwin. 'Twas around this time too that his own father had taken him aside to lecture him on proper behavior towards their "betters." In particular, he was a young man and Miss Chloe was growing into a young lady; he must stop being so familiar with her. He must always treat her with the utmost respect and deference, lest he offend Lord Trimingham or besmirch her reputation. He did as he was instructed --- but with bitterness, both because he was forced to give up his friend, and because in his heart he rejected his father's counsel. He scorned the whole class system of this bloody country.
The ensuing years saw more changes: the most remarkable of which for Grady was Chloe's blossoming. There were long intervals of time between visits home, and when he saw her, he marveled anew at her growing beauty. She was petite like her mother, and her straight girlish body had been transformed into the light, graceful figure of a young woman. Surreptitiously his eyes lingered over her slender waist and the enticing round breasts that had made their appearance. Her wide skirts hid everything else from his hungering eyes...he had only his imagination to furnish a lower half as alluring as her torso.
The features that had seemed exaggerated in the face of a little girl were now coming into their own as well. Upon first glimpse of her, one was struck by the dramatic contrast between her glossy, dark hair and her pale skin. Strong brows and thick lashes balanced her big greenish-brown eyes. A small mouth with plump lips finished the portrait. A Greek sculptor might apply his mathematical formulas and take exception to her slightly wide cheekbones or her slightly too large eyes, but these divergences from "perfection" only enhanced her appeal.
Her beauty would attract any man's notice, but for Grady --- knowing something of her heart and mind --- her beauty had a unique depth. In the fluctuating color in her cheeks and the simmering expression in her eyes, he recognized the intelligence, inquisitiveness, and spirit that had always been hers. For him, she outshone the celebrated beauties of the day; she had none of their carefully cultivated attractions. She was natural, unspoiled...even wild. Like a nymph or a sprite, she was more a creature of a shadowy, mossy woods than of a gilt and porcelain drawing room. 'Twas nigh impossible for Grady to look at her provocative beauty and not have amorous thoughts...indeed lewd thoughts.
Thus it was: he had desired her for over two years now. Outwardly he was as respectful and courteous as any servant should be, yet inside, his heart ached for her. His eyes remained neutral whilst savoring every glimpse of her. He longed to be her sweetheart...longed to be her husband if she would have him.
He considered that he would not have been here to see Chloe grow up if he had persisted in his chosen path. Even as a lad, when his father had started teaching him the work, Grady had known that he did not want the life of an estate steward --- a life working at a desk in an office...a life as a servant, beholden to a master who was one's "better." Instead, Grady wanted the opportunity to make his own way in the world --- to succeed (or fail) based upon his merits. Moreover, he didn't want to live in a society with fixed constraints upon one's success. He dreamt of going to America where there were no lords and ladies or kings and queens.
His father and Lord Trimingham had been dismayed when he left boarding school at fifteen and secured an apprenticeship with a builder in London. For him, it had been an invaluable three years: he had learned a trade that he loved; his comrades had been hearty, hard-working men without airs; he had seen realized the concept of work-based reward.
When his father's health had begun to deteriorate, he had importuned Grady again. With his increased maturity, his loyalty to his father and his appreciation for Lord Trimingham's past generosity now joined forces and compelled him to leave the apprenticeship at eighteen and join Edwin at Cambridge --- his admission to the college of law having been arranged by Lord Trimingham.
