Geoff had been looking up from his studies, out the window and down the lane all day. Every sound that even closely resembled the squeak of a wagon spring or the clop-clop of horse hooves pricked his ears up and sent his heart racing as he eagerly awaited the arrival of his father. Geoff had turned 18 recently, and as a present, his father, Sir Edwin Talley, had promised to bring him a gentleman's maid from London.
Officially her job would be to care for Geoff's clothes, toiletries and other effects of his bed and bath. She would stay in the room adjacent to Geoff's suite and come at his call; waking him in the morning with tea and putting him to bed in the evening with ...
That was what a gentleman's maid was really about -- bed. It wasn't talked about, especially around the women of the family, but everyone knew. Most all the male members of the Talley family had enjoyed the company of a gentleman's maid; several of them still worked in various capacities around the acreage.
Geoff had seen the stallions and mares, bulls and heifers, not to mention assorted dogs and other farm animals rutting about the family's grounds, but he had never had the pleasure of sex with anyone except himself. Sex alone was something he did with regularity, except for yesterday and today. His state of excitement was such that his cock was half-hard most of that time, but he forced himself to ignore its pleas and save its seed for this maid.
He walked into the bedroom she would be using and looked at the bed, imagining that moment under its covers when he would squirt his first seed into a woman. Would he feel different? Would he be different? Would the people he saw the next day be able to tell he was no longer a virgin? He didn't care. He just wanted a woman. And what would she be like? In his bed alone, his cock in his hand, he'd thought a lot about this mystery woman. And tonight, he'd see her. Geoff rubbed his cock beneath his trousers as it stretched to about three-quarters erect. "Tonight," he said. "Tonight."
Returning to his own room, he heard voices out the window. Looking down at the yard, he saw that his father's carriage was just pulling in the yard and several of the foot servants were running out to greet it. He dashed to the door, then stopped. He didn't want to run out like the overly-excited teen that he was and give the family men something to joke about later. He looked at himself in the mirror, brushed through his hair once, took a deep breath and walked out the door. At the top of the stairs, he paused to relax his face. He knew he was grinning widely. He wanted to appear nonchalant as he went down the stairs to greet his father and his uncle, who had made a trip to London on business and pleasure, as they did every few months.
He met his father and Uncle William on the veranda stairs. They were alone, giving Geoff a panicked feeling of great disappointment. He looked around to see if anyone were still in the carriage. Its door was closed.
"Welcome back from the city, father," he said as he looked his father in the eye and shook his uncle's hand. He looked back to the carriage, a bit confused.
"What are ye looking for, young Geoff?" asked his uncle. "A certain package?"
"Of course that's what he's looking for," answered his father with a laugh, as he nodded toward the carriage. "Your package is in there waiting for you to order her to alight and come in."
Geoff heard the laughs of his uncle and father, and noted the smirks on the faces of the servants and carrigemen as he approached. Opening the door, he peered in to see a small girl in a plain brown dress. His father had stipulated repeatedly and forcefully before he left that under no circumstances would he hire or purchase a female servant under the age of 18, so he knew the girl was of legal age, but he was still taken aback by her youthful appearance.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Lydia," she answered looking down at her lap.
She had dark hair and eyes and her hair had the wave of the woodspeople in it.
"I'm Geoff. Please come in," he said.
He stepped back and allowed her to climb down from the carriage. She had a small sort of bag with her, filled what appeared to be some odds and ends of clothing.
Geoff turned to see his father and uncle smiling, as his father called down, "Come in, let's talk over a glass of port."
Back inside the house, Geoff called for Marian, the Head Servant, and asked her to take Lydia for some new clothes and show her to her room.
He and his father and uncle gathered by the fire in the parlour, where a tray of brandy and glasses had been waiting. After some small talk about the trip and the weather, his father broached the subject of Lydia.
He had bought her as a totally-indebted servant. Her parents had gotten into some trouble with the tax collector of County Wyland, who was about to have her father jailed. He had stepped in just in time, and with a little help from the local vicar, had persuaded the magistrate to allow him to pay the family's debts in exchange for the servanthood of the daughter.
"She is 18 and signed the papers willingly ... almost like it was a relief for her," her father said. "But the closer we got to Roscraggon, the more agitated she became. As a totally-indebted servant, she is our property until we say otherwise and unlike the indentured servants, she can be flogged. We explained this to her before she signed the papers and on the way to the manor."
Geoff tried to hide his excitement. Throughout the rest of the conversation, though it meandered from crops to fashion to war news, Geoff could only think of what was under that brown dress.
