Gold Raven (63 page)

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Quick as can be... I told her,
"Sorry ma'am, mean you no harm... but there was some men after me and well...
I had to get away."
I told her, that as soon as we were at a safe distance,
I would get out and she could carry on."

"Oooh, it's getting' good now!" Randy exclaimed rubbing his
hands together, eagerly watching Rory's mouth, excited at the thought
of landing in a woman's carriage. "Was she pretty?" He had to know
that.

Rory's eyes got wide, nodding, "Oh yeah...blond hair, pretty
smooth white skin, she smelled just like the flowers growing in my
mothers garden...her lips had that stuff on them that they
use, yeah, real pretty."

Randy was now shaking in excitement. "Okay, go on now...what happened then?"

"Well by now I'm sitting on the seat, looking out the window to
see if I'd gotten away safely, and I had. Since she could see I was
telling the truth, she sat back and relaxed and I do mean, relaxed. Because she started staring at me, which I noticed out the side of my
eye, finally, she asked,
"So what's your name?"
And I said, “What's it to
you?” And she said,
"I am your means of escape, that's the least you can do;
provide a name since you're riding in my carriage."
I figured well yeah...
okay, so I told her my name."

"Rory...you told her Rory." Randy parroted. Anthony elbowed
him. "Well that is his name!" Timothy thought about it and said,
"No, he could have lied and said his name was Sam or something." That sounded good to Randy. "Yeah! He could have lied!"

"I swear to God, interrupt one more time...and you'll get out and walk." He then turned to Rory, red faced, irritated and commanded.

"Go on!"

Rory grinned, wanting to laugh at them, but went on as
instructed.
"Well then, she started asking me, where I lived, why they were
chasing me. And I kept telling her...I'd rather not say, and then
decided, I had better just leave, get out as the coach slowed at the next turning, when
she started pouting at me. Asking questions and saying,
"How old are
you?"
and I lied of course, saying I was 18 and just as I was about to
let her know, that I'd be getting out now, she asked me right out of
the blue,
"You ever make love to a woman like me before, Rory."

"Just like that?!"

"Just like that. I couldn't believe it, so I said... well, no. And so
she said,
"Well here's your chance, are you man enough to take it? Whatever you don't know, I can show you, I can teach you."

"Oooh, oooh, oooh, then what?" Randy was shaking; he could
barely sit still, making funny moaning noises as he drooled.

"Will -
you - shut - up! Carrying on like an imbecile!" Anthony snapped
impatiently. Then turned to Rory, "So what'd you say to that?!"

"I said sure, I'm man enough. She closed the curtains and told
her driver to head for the park and circle it until she told him to stop.
Then, right there before my eyes, she opens the front of her gown
and out comes her tits...asking me, did I like what I saw."

Randy did a jerk dance in his seat, almost catapulting out of the
carriage.

"If you don’t sit still – and stop jumping about –you’re out
! You're walking and you'll miss the rest of the
story!" Anthony shouted and then calmly ground out through
clenched teeth "Now sit! So - did you like what you saw...did you.
Did you touch'em? What'd they feel like?"

"Hmph, I told her, hell yes, I like what I see. Then she asked had
I ever felt a woman's breast before, and I told her no, but I would
sure like to." Randy pooled onto the floor of the carriage. Then shot
straight up, and bent back into his seat. Anthony turned red,
contemplating kicking him out of the carriage. “You all right?" Rory asked him. Randy nodded swallowing back
the moisture in his mouth.

"Don't worry about him, go on!" Anthony
barked.

"Next thing I know, she pats the space next to her, says to me, come on over. I shot right over let me tell you! S
itting right there, next to me, she offers me her naked tits. I
grabbed'em with both hands!" (The actual truth was, she took his hand and put
it on her breast.) "Boy were they ever soft and bigger, than my hand
could hold."

He held up his hand, spreading his fingers, shaping them as if
about to cup her there to illustrate their size to them. "After that,
there was no holding me back, I lifted her skirt and gave it to her!" He
continued to exaggerate; knowing full well it was the woman had who
led
him
all the way.

"Right there in the coach?!" Randy blurted in awe.

"Right there - in - the coach." Rory affirmed, puffed up with
pride.

"Can we go there now? You think she'll let me?" He asked bold as could be.

"Are you out of your mind?! You think I'd take you to see her!? She'd never forgive me! I'd never get it again! It's a secret kind of
thing-..."

"Discreet." Anthony informed the others, snobbishly as if he held
an honors degree about such things.

"Yes...it's discreet! Do you know the scandal if people knew?"

"So you did it with a real woman, hmm?" Anthony sat back,
disdainful, clearly not believing a word of it.

"Yes I did." Rory further assured them.

"Yeah well, how do we know it's the truth? That was a good
story, but that doesn't mean its so." He pressed on.

Rory’s eyes locked onto Anthony’s with a bold challenge shining in them, realizing, a dare without
actually hearing the words, it was as good as one to him. He
was going to have to prove himself. He smiled as an idea
came to him. "Got any money on you?"

"Always!" Anthony bragged.

"What about you two?"

Timothy whimpered. "Now what are you up to Rory, we should
go on home now."

"I have – what are you thinking?" Randy was ready for whatever he
suggested. "And Timothy, don't be such a pee pee, you got it or not?"

"Yes, I suppose...why?"

"Good, because we're going to a real, live, brothel. Going to stick it to a real grown up woman, that’s why, unless you're scared? I'm not; I
had a woman before, as I said, so I know what to do? And this — will
prove it!"

"Oooh weee! I got mine! Let's go!" Randy was ready.

"You know where a brothel is?" Anthony asked, trying to hide his discomfort.

"I sure do, a real fancy one with clean women. I followed Ms
Sandra's butler there one night." He admitted, mistakenly calling
Sandra, Miss — instead of mother. Anthony never missed a trick.

"You call your mother Ms Sandra?"

Rory was just as quick to recover, realizing his slip. "It's a habit;
she has a thing about calling her mother, something to do with
propriety and her age. You know how women are."

"No, but I'm about to find out!" Randy grinned, rubbing his
hands together.

"Well
Anthony, you going or not? Or, you scared? Big
difference between little black girls and a real - white - women."
Rory challenged.

"Oh I swear, this day...I shall always remember." Randy swore in
gleeful praise, it was apparent that not only was he not afraid...but
was anxiously eager for the experience.

"Let's go!" Anthony braved.

Abram shook his head and for once, he was glad, that at least this was better than his last misdeed. He was curious as to why they had not gone through with what they usually did? He was certain it must have something to do with Rory.

"Abram, you are to go where Rory directs you, promptly now."
Once again, they were on their way. Upon reaching the established
place of ill repute, Anthony informed Abram.

"You shall get us inside. Here, there is enough there to see to us
all, and in reward for getting us what we seek, you may see to your
needs as well. Go now, we will wait for you to signal us in." He
instructed his servant, the boys noticed that when he spoke to him, he
switched over to a superior tone of voice, clearly addressing a servant.
Following the instructions given him, Abram entered. Once inside, he
explained in simple terms that he was escort to four young men
seeking their first experience with the pleasures a woman could give.

Showing the monies given, the madam considered this nothing more
than a business transaction. As long as they had the required currency to pay,
they had her permission to play.

Signal given, all four found themselves in the foyer of the red
velvet and gold decorated mansion. The madam was a tall, shapely
woman, with dark brown hair, pale blue eyes and an overly made up face.
She called down four of her girls who stood before
the lined up young men, the women's expressions showing disbelief,
while fighting laughter,
"Aye Flowrence, they be bloo'ee boys least'two'uv'em. Yon'
wee'on's 'bout ta' faintin' e'is!" One spoke with a heavy cockney
accent.

"Boys o'no... they paid me fair! They seek learnin’ and we be
schoolin'em! Coun’yer blessin’s ladies, there be t'many willin' ta'teach'em free! So sho'ye'
grateful! Side's, narry one's bad lookin'!" She complimented, eyeing
them all and ending the inspection at their crotches, wondering what
surprises awaited them there.

"Look'um over boys! Make ye'minds which ye'll have. I'll spare ye"
one'for the two'uv'yah! I got regulars that be wantin' me spares. M
eanin’, ye’ll be sharin’ a room." She looked from the boys up
at Abram, eyeing him up and down. "I'll be seein’ t'ye me ‘self!" She
winked, he smiled. Abram’s blood was singing through his body to the
right spot for the prospect of an afternoon/evening well spent.

Rory leaned forward in the line to look at Anthony, who was at
the end. "What are you waiting for? Pick one, and I'll pick the other."
Rory felt he had to keep up a brave front and be bold before all. He
was shaky with nerves, but he was willing to go all the way as he
rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants.

Anthony on the other hand, was scared to death. He did not like
the idea of sharing a room where they might see him. He hoped to
God, he would not have to strip before them, his endowment was nothing to brag about,
but no one would be able to tell if he could pull it out at the last
minute under covers and just do it. That is what he had done before. On top of everything else, he was expected to perform with a woman.
What if
she laughs at me?'
He thought nervously.

"Well, we don't have all day! Choose, what are you waiting for?!"
Rory pushed, before he lost his own nerve. "You choose one Rory,
he's scared! Or let me, I know which one I'm wanting!"

The women burst out laughing at him. "Tha'uns bou'ta bust his
britches! Eager ain'e?"

"I am not scared!" Anthony defended.

Rory and Randy ignored him, with Rory pointing out the one
staring him up and down boldly. "Madam, if it is okay with you, I will take the one with the red hair." He figured if she halfway liked him,
maybe she would not embarrass him if he did something wrong, it
was bad enough he must share a room, but it was too late to worry
about that now, he would take things as they came.

Because Rory chose, Anthony was forced to choose; not wanting
to be outdone, he chose one with brown hair, who was skinny as a
rail. The logic of his young mind was, small on the outside surely
meant small on the inside. "Good'enuf. Amy and Wheatly, ye'heard'em, giv'em what they's
spendin
^’
for."
Amy grabbed Rory's and Randy's arm leading the way up the
stairs as Wheatly smiled grabbing Anthony's arm and Timothy's hand;
who had stood the whole time in a frightened trance.