“Oh, you silly little man,” she breathed into her hand, stifling her giggles with the laced glove, and holding her fan to her face, peering over the edge with only her lashes peeking above.  “My, my, but aren’t you a handsome one?”  This, loud enough for him to hear.

He stood tall and amorous in his beige breaches and dark brown over coat, the edges of his hair curling onto his cuff, a five o’ clock shadow on his chiseled cheek bones, and eyes that would send any woman into a pool at his feet.  His voice, with it’s deep inflection, spoke in hushed tones to the lovely lady, only dubbed “Goddess” for her faint mysteriousness, and absolute newness to society piqued him.   “Shall I take this dance?”  He asked, ‘fore taking her gloved hand in his own and kissing it with only the tips of his full lips.

Gathering the outlaying of her skirts and petticoats, she trounced onto the ballroom floor on the arm of the handsomest man here, swinging to and fro in a most unseemly fashion, for as “particular” as she was about these societal things, she had yet to learn to dance.  This was a major faux paus, thus the man laughed quietly but deeply, and attempted to train her stilted toes into the art by gracefully leading the way.  She still stepped on his toes four times.

After the dance, they were both slightly winded, so Coal opted to go for refreshments.  “Miss…”  He had quite forgotten that her name was unbeknownst to him.

“Callie.”  She replied with the fluttery feather of feminity. 

“Miss Callie, would you care for a glass of wine?”  And his eyes glimmered with the heat she aroused within him. 

“Why, surely.”  And he for the first time noticed the slight southern drawl to her speech.  He walked away slightly puzzled as to the whys and where fores of Miss Callie.  Why was she at this party?  This was quite the height of society, and by invite only, so where were Miss Callie’s relations?  She had the looks and quality (aside from the dancing) of a proper lady, well bred and upper class, but he knew everyone in this town, and her presence puzzled him.

Back with the drink, he noticed the perk of Miss Callie’s breasts over the top of her corset, albeit tasteful, was quite intriguing.  Miss Callie noticed his stare and bashfully motioned his face closer.   “Would you care to take this drink to a more private setting?”  She said, her voice with a tip of the seductive.

A look of surprise dawned on Coal’s face, for he hadn’t expected this behavior from the lady that Miss Callie appeared to be, but Coal never turned down a willing woman.  He was very discreet, but Coal often enjoyed the anonymous tramp in his bed.  It was quite the treat to get one as distinguished as this gal, so he wasn’t going to take any chances in losing it.  Carefully, he placed his long, strong hand on the small of her back, reveling in the soft feel of the ribbons and bows there, and led her out of the chaotic ballroom, where music still played fromt he band in the corner, and bedecked women groused their men, and any and all tasted dainty portions passed out by sullen manservants.

The air outside the ballroom was quite stifled and silent compared to the jubille within it’s walls.  The clickclacking of his boots and her heels was the only noise, aside from the hushed giggles from Miss Callie, and the harsh, enamored breathing from Coal himself.  He turned a corner, with her at his heels, and they came to the drawing room.  Broad wooden doors, with a ridiculous knocker the size of a dinner plate and the shape of a lions head closed with a quiet thud behind them, and Coal gazed at the lady, in expectance, and in quite confusion.  This did mean what he thought it did, correct?  But his suspicions were firmly confirmed when his eyes met hers, and he saw that she had draped a leg over a nearby chair, and was slowly inching the hem of her dress up her porcelian legs to reveal–

Why Coal had seen all kinds of women’s undergarments, but-but- his brain stuttered at the prospect.  She didn’t have any!  All that was there was the sweet, soft, moist center flower of a woman’s soul and he reveled in the sight.  One brisk movement brought him into her arms, and she just as casually draped her leg about him, pulling his hardness closer with just a nudge of her heel.  Feeling the firmness between his trousers and skin, she let out a slight gasp of awe, and hungrily fed on his exposed neck, while busily and expertly unbuttoning his waist coat to reveal–oh perfectly structured chest that she devoured with equal aptitude.

“What are you waiting for?”  She asked him, hiking up her skirt and staring at him with eyes the color of sapphire.  He undid the back of her corset and watched in complete rapture as the entire frilly device fell in one swoop.  He stepped out of the trousers she had made such haste to loosen, and they both stood there stark naked.  Now was the where.  Seeing as how there was absolutely no soft place to lie down with such a delicate creature, he looked at her with a bit of wry and a question in his eyes. 

Sighing at his ineptitude, she leaned precariously over the edge of the desk, and spread herself before him, allowing him the oppurtunity to know she was no novice.  She was going to get it, whatever the consequences. 

Coal made it fast, but hearty, knowing there were guest that would be wondering about there whereabouts momentarily, but took time to revel in the smooth skin of hers, glossy with the growing moisture of the act.  When they were finished, Coal almost felt shy in her presence, but she had a matter of fact air about her, kindly thanked him, and perched her wonderous dress back on just the way it should be.  Dear me, he croaked to himself.  She makes this quite a practice.

Miss Callie smiled her thank you’s and said, “I shall leave first, you follow in a few moments, maybe 10?  I would hate for people to get the wrong idea about us.”  And with a wink and a slight flounce of her skirt, Miss Callie was gone as if nothing had happened.

Coal stood in the middle of the drawing floor trying to figure out how to make the bottom half of his jaw re attach to the top half for a good 5 minutes before he decided it might be a good idea to put back on his britches and waist coat, for if someone would walk in, he might look rather ridiculous stark naked and in the presence of — well, himself.  Fully clothed he reached into his pocket for his watch, but found the pocket fully empty.  Where were his things????

Miss Callie rushed the driver with a slight blush to her cheek and a quickness to her voice.  “We must go now!”  She said with a sterness completely absent from her previous conversation.  Looking at her good splayed out on the leather seat, she smiled.  A bill fold chock full of London bills, a pricy ring, a pocket watch that obviously was an heirloom, and look at that. 

An invitation to Ms.  Willoughby’s ball next Friday at noon.

She took the engraved card and played with it thoughtfully between her puckered lips.