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Tobias departed from Meg’s little cottage at a more advanced hour than he had anticipated, leaving the luscious Betty sated (at least temporarily) and still a-bed. Aware of the approaching dusk, he hurried towards the main thoroughfare of the town, hastily tucking in his shirttails as he went. Thankfully he met no one he knew who might question why a vicar from another parish might be loitering so late about the street en deshabille.
As he reached the coaching inn, he was fortunate enough to find a late carter, not only going back to Stratton-over-Wye but ready to depart straight away. They swiftly agreed on terms and Tobias gratefully hopped up beside him.
In the gathering gloom, there was no one to notice his befuddled grin and the morose carrier, who had given nothing more than a terse affirmative to Tobias’ request for transport, took no further notice of his unexpected human package. His own thoughts were focussed on dropping off his final delivery of the day and then finding the nearest tavern in which to slake his thirst with the extra few pence he would get from his last-minute passenger.
This left Tobias to mull peacefully over the active last few hours in Betty’s energetic company. After some wearying events that had drained his emotional resources, it was a pleasant surprise to have it so thoroughly taken out of him in such an enjoyably distracting manner.
During the previous week, the hasty departure of a recent and unlooked-for visit of his brother Tom’s former mistress, the flamboyant actress Fifi Fontayne, had almost immediately summoned his outraged mama from the family home a few counties away to the vicarage, in the style of an avenging angel.
As a result, apparently for his moral well-being, before departing back home, his mother had plotted with his unctuous churchwarden to find Tobias a suitable (and in the prospective bridegroom’s mind, infinitely depressing) choice of bride. Tobias shuddered along with the jolting of the cart as he thought of last Sunday’s church full of over-eager spinsters vying for his attention. Even worse, his mother was continually fixated on one of the wealthy Lowe daughters as a prime candidate, despite Tobias’ distinct horror at this notion.
His dear friend Meg had evidently been aware of his low spirits and so, as she was absent herself on a shopping expedition to a not-too-distant metropolis, she had sent her voluptuous companion-in-arms, Betty, in her stead to do a little cheering up. And what an uplifting experience that was!
Tobias re-lived the welcoming song and dance routine in Meg’s small sitting room, complete with a skimpy opera dancer’s outfit that Betty was almost falling out of to start with, even prior to his willing assistance.
After a vigorous session right there in the parlour making good use of Meg’s overstuffed armchair, they then retired upstairs. Betty had led the way and was giggling ahead of Tobias. Her exposed plump buttocks jiggled as she mounted the steps before him, which was enough to revive Tobias’ spent energy. He shortly found such stamina was very much required.
Once in the bedroom, Betty knelt on the bed, her skirts hitched up over her hips, bottom wiggling suggestively as she looked over her shoulder at him with her familiar encouraging leer. Tobias was not only captivated by the clear view of her fully exposed and ready feminine parts but also, due to her being half turned towards him, the sight of those gently swaying, deliciously overripe breasts. So entranced was he, in fact, that Betty, with a slight edge in her tone, had to ask what he was waiting for.
Taking himself in hand (both literally and metaphorically), Tobias rubbed teasingly up and down the cleft of that plump dimpled bum and then between those parted and rosy lips again and again, until Betty started to quiver with anticipation. At which point, still standing behind her inviting form, he slid into her willing depths.
As he braced himself, holding her rounded hips and giving the lady the vigorous servicing that she expected, Tobias’ pleasure was furthered by their situation. A standing mirror in the corner of the room just happened to be angled in such a way to give a vista of Betty’s hectically swinging bosoms and her flushed face, her eyes closed in concentrated pleasure. At the vital moment, her eyes opened, fixing on his in the reflection of the glass, as she moaned something ecstatic and incoherent.
Beaming like a village idiot, Tobias recalled that after a suitable interval with both parties collapsed over the bed to recover from such transports, they both revived sufficiently for a third go. This time, Betty was astride him again, still half-wearing her opera dancer’s outfit and rotating her hips in such a way that made his head (and other parts of him) explode.
As the jolting conveyance approached Stratton, Tobias’ mood was so buoyant that he felt he could tackle half a dozen churchwardens and a legion of Lowes. Thankfully such a challenge was not required and having taken his leave of the grumpy carter, he arrived at the vicarage before full dark. There were no unwelcome visitors to challenge him nor any unwanted invitations lurking on the hall table.
He retired to the study, lit the fire and opened a good bottle of claret from his sparse supply to celebrate the euphoric events of the afternoon. Sitting in his comfortable chair he entertained himself for the entire evening, continuing to recall his heroic exploits yet again, with the same inane grin happily fixed upon his visage.
Fortunately, as the week went on, his pastoral duties kept him too busy for any social calls that might lead to respectable, if not altogether willing, betrothal and he was too occupied even to spend much time with his churchwarden, which was a further blessing. Friday arrived in a flash and he was full of anticipation for a relaxed afternoon and evening at his friends the Glossops’, where there would be both dinner and most likely some impromptu dancing.
As their residence was between Stratton and the next town along, he had arranged to borrow a hack from the local stables to take him there and back. Being a steady creature, Tobias guessed the horse would automatically take him home even if he had over-imbibed of neighbourly cordiality. There would be a nice mix of company, he thought as he dressed himself in his shabby but newly pressed evening wear.
No doubt his relatives, the Canon and his wife would be there, together with other groups of family friends, including the Holbournes. He grinned at his reflection in the mirror as he thought of seeing the lovely Lucy again.
Arriving at the Glossops’, he was full of good cheer and was warmly welcomed by his hosts and received a beaming smile from Lucy who was conversing at the other end of the drawing-room, which made his heart glad.
He mingled sociably before the meal, the appetising scents of which were filling the downstairs rooms. This made Tobias not only hungry but keenly aware that his hosts obviously had their housekeeper under better control than he did his. He did his duty happily, greeting and chatting with his kinfolk and when seated for the meal, he was placed next to a neighbours’ son, of a similar age to him, which made the conversation at table even more informal and entertaining.
Immediately after dinner, he understood there were to be games of chance and raffle tickets. Tobias was not the keenest of gamers, even for appearances’ sake. His family’s impecunious circumstances, plus his brother Tom’s one and only disastrous foray into high-stakes gambling was more than sufficient deterrent.
He made his excuses politely and feeling sleepy after such an excellent repast, thought he’d find a quiet corner to digest quietly in time for the dancing later.
However, as he ambled around the ground floor, he quickly discovered he was not the only one of the assembled party who preferred not to play cards. The rooms he found himself in were already occupied, the first by older gentlemen having an in-depth conversation about the state of the roads, which was too serious for his mood and full-stomach and the second with ladies who clearly did not want their tete a tete on the latest tidbits of local scandal to be interrupted by male company.
Finally, he opened the door of a small back parlour, to find Lucy, sitting all alone. She smiled warmly at him, putting down the book she had been perusing. To make it clear he really was welcome, she patted the seat beside her on the over-stuffed sofa, exclaiming, “Oh, Tobias! Just who I wanted to see!”
They chatted amiably about mutual friends and the delicious meal for a few minutes. Then Lucy looked at him under her eyelashes, and with a mischievous expression, demurely asked, “I hear you had a recent and unexpected visitor?”
Tobias knew full well and Lucy and his friend Meg had fast become friendly acquaintances and had obviously exchanged gossip so he guessed exactly to whom she was referring. So he replied teasingly, “Oh, you mean mama?”
Lucy rapped him playfully over the knuckles with her fan. “I meant another person altogether, as you well know. Miss Meg has dropped some delightful hints and I can’t wait to hear the whole story!”
Tobias thought swiftly. Well, as rapidly as someone who had just eaten a double portion of roast beef washed down with a glass or three of burgundy. Meg had evidently informed Lucy of Madame Fontayne’s dramatic descent on the vicarage and Lucy knew Tom and his ways of old, so there could be no harm in telling her the expurgated version of Fifi’s visit. After all, he reasoned hazily, she had once been an engaged woman and was no simpering schoolroom miss.
And so he began, his eager listener smiling next to him on the sofa, as he described Fifi’s commanding presence and demands on the vicarage’s meagre resources. When he started describing his unwanted guest’s outrage at the lack of sophisticated social amenities in Stratton, Lucy started to giggle out loud.
Encouraged by this, Tobias became a little more relaxed in what he recounted. With relish, he got to the description of Fifi’s impecunious escape from Leamington Priors, having been the guest of a commanding officer of Tom’s, who was so enjoying her spendthrift charms that he totally forgot his wife was coming to stay. By this point, Lucy was actually crying with laughter.
“And so,” he concluded, “the officer was greeting his lady wife at the front door apparently in all innocence, while the servants were urgently bundling Fifi and all she could carry of her belongings through the back kitchen. Apparently a footman was stationed at the side of the house to give the all-clear to confirm when the officer’s spouse had entered the building and so they could rush Fifi away out of her view. Fifi was enthralled by this military operation and thought it even more exciting than playing a villainess on the stage. She said she felt like a French spy, and if only she could have made her getaway with several guineas and a particularly fine candelabra she had her eye on, her happiness would have been complete.”
Lucy was actually choking with merriment at this, waving her fan around erratically while trying to breathe. Tobias beamed at her, delighted that his tale had amused her so much and picking up her fan, began to waft it more effectively than she could, until her giggles subsided into hiccups.
When she could speak, Lucy said, wiping her eyes, “Miss Meg promised me it was a fine farrago, but that was more outrageous than I could have hoped for. What was Tom thinking of!”
Remembering Fifi’s splendidly Amazonian figure, Tobias could take a pretty exact guess what his brother had in mind when encountering the majestic actress, but felt he had been indiscreet enough in recounting Fifi’s misadventures without stating the obvious. He just shrugged his shoulders and said equably, “You know what Tom’s like.”
This evoked another chuckle and Tobias beamed back at her, the disastrous results of Fifi’s stay fading rapidly as a result of Lucy’s enjoyment of his stories. Encouraged, he continued with his anecdote and Meg’s part in Fifi’s departure from the vicarage. As he repeated Fifi’s denouncement of her host (in his best imitation of her theatrically withering tones) of having been rusticated with ‘nothing for company but this vicar’, Lucy again had to reach for her handkerchief to brush away tears of hilarity.
“I’m sorry to laugh, Tobias,” she apologised, “You tell it so amusingly, but what a thing to say! Anyone would be lucky to have you to keep them company,” she said, leaning towards him, smiling, placing her little hand on his.
There was a second’s stillness, then they leant towards each other, mirth forgotten, and their lips met instinctively. When thinking about it later, Tobias could not be sure who instigated the kiss as it seemed entirely mutual. Their embrace deepened and Lucy seemed to melt into his arms as he held her close. With one hand he swept away the silky-soft ringlets from the delicate skin of her neck so his lips could embrace her sweet fragrance there too. Lucy had no objection to this and took an in-breath of delight, shuddering gently at his caresses.
At this point in the proceedings, given the willingness of his partner, it seemed entirely natural for Tobias’ mouth to quest lower to explore the velvety skin of her bosom that was exposed by the fashionably low neckline. Lucy let out a mewling sound at this and so encouraged, Tobias quested below the filmy covering of the fichu and even and cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress.
Although in a near-trance of enjoyment at being so intimate with someone he had amorous feelings towards, Tobias half-expected to be told to desist at any moment, given the lady and the circumstances.
So he was delighted when, with a moan of need, Lucy almost took charge, half-straddling Tobias and rocking her hips eagerly against his thigh. He could feel her heat even through her skirts and grasped her tightly as she undulated against him, her thighs gripping his, his hands and mouth at her breast, increasing her ardour.
Her body tensed and shook and he kept a firm grip on her, not only to add to her joy of the moment, but also to ensure that they both did not tumble abruptly from the couch to the floor and rudely interrupt her bliss.
Afterwards, as Lucy gasped for breath, Tobias slid his hands to her waist and gave soft nips of kisses to her delicate throat as she recovered. He was aware of his own aching arousal, but that somehow did not seem too urgent right now.
Having Lucy in his arms, soft and warm and pleasured was more than enough for the time being. Also, although they had almost forgotten themselves, he was dimly aware of his surroundings and the fact they were in the middle of a party where causing the scandal of the decade with family members present was probably best to be avoided.
Following a few minutes of recovery, Lucy lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were blazing brighter than the lamplight and she murmured, “Oh, Tobias,” with something like surprise in her voice. She snuggled into him again and he clasped her trembling body tenderly and stroked her back soothingly, until the clatter of the musicians starting up made them both realise how much time had passed.
At this, Lucy sat up and put a hand to her hair. “Dear heavens, I must look a fright!” she exclaimed.
“You look wonderful,” said Tobias truthfully, admiring her flushed cheeks and bright eyes and the expanse of deliciously bare skin exposed to his view.
“I must tidy myself up,” Lucy said, tucking her neckcloth into the bodice of her dress as a temporary measure. She rose from the sofa, then she hesitated and bent to plant a sweet, unexpected kiss on Tobias’ lips. “I’ll see you back at the party?” She asked in a hopeful way.
“Of course,” Tobias smiled reassuringly at her as she gathered her fan and with a backward wave to him, hurried to the ladies’ withdrawing room to restore her toilette.
Tobias was left in the little parlour, giving Lucy enough time to return to the main room without giving rise to any speculation and also waiting for the front of his breeches to become entirely flat again before joining his fellow guests. He beamed happily, overjoyed at this proof of having gained Lucy’s affections and even the privilege of sharing her passion. He felt like the luckiest man in the county.
When he returned discreetly to the main room, he joined a few gentlemen who were in the hallway. This was so it looked as if he had passed the while in conversation with them. When they all entered the reception room, the first set of country dances was underway. Although she was in mid-twirl, Lucy seemed to be attuned to his appearance and rewarded him with a glowing smile, which was warmly returned.
Tobias made sure to dance with the spare ladies, both youthful and of mature years. However, he and Lucy seemed to gravitate naturally towards each other during the evening and their partiality for dancing together and for one another’s company was noted indulgently by the older members of the party.
Indeed, it was the perfect occasion for a young couple to deepen their acquaintanceship into something more substantial amongst a gathering of friends and neighbours. Lucy and Tobias were too occupied with each other to notice the cheerful speculation. However, Mrs Holbourne was smiling amicably at the turn of events as if well pleased that her wilfully single daughter might, at last, be partial to a suitable bachelor.
The dancing ended with a final flourish from the musicians, which was the cue for the guests to start thinking about wandering their way home, perhaps after a final libation. As the Canon left, that good gentleman’s wife, his mother’s cousin, with an encouraging comment, made a particular reference as to how well Miss Lucy looked this evening.
Lucy and Tobias had to make do with a formal farewell at the door, overlooked amicably by the remaining company. However, even a gentle peck on his cheek seemed to Tobias to be full of promise. As he and his borrowed steed ambled home, he was as content as could be, with all his worries far behind him.
Despite not have imbibed heavily, he still felt dizzy and almost intoxicated. For once in his anxious and slightly befuddled life, he suddenly felt sure he was on the right path. This was romantically metaphorical, as, in reality, the horse would most likely plod its way back home from the ends of the earth without any steering whatsoever.
Having settled the horse in his stable, with a light heart, Tobias made the short walk to the vicarage. He gazed up at the bright stars in the night sky that twinkled back hopefully at him. As he entered the silent vicarage, he felt entirely blessed with his lot. All was right with the world, he thought hazily, and with the granting of lovely Lucy’s favours, his happy future was finally assured. He was fairly sure of the lady, who must now be aware of the depth of his affection, he reasoned optimistically as he reached the top of the stairs. After all, what could possibly go wrong?
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