Amélie
Copyright© 2018 by Bondi Beach
Chapter 12: Apple Tart
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12: Apple Tart - A family journal more than three hundred years old reveals romance, a journey, first love, skinnydipping, pirates, heartbreak, and a new world and new friends. The story contains explicit language and is written for adventuresome readers with a sense of humor and an appreciation of purplish prose. Written by a 17th century family matriarch who, it is safe to say, lived her life to the fullest, if her journal is to be believed. A bit of MM, oral, heads up. The violence is brief but explicit.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Fiction Group Sex Interracial Black Female Violence
[August, 1678]
Oxford, Oxfordshire
SANDRINE WAS EXPECTED, but her blackness clearly surprised Heathcoate and Mistress Geraldine. The latter was, initially, plainly skeptical and uneasy about Sandrine’s presence, but she was superficially welcoming. Even as Sandrine and Amélie began their work in the shop Geraldine remained withdrawn and circumspect in the presence of Sandrine. For her part Sandrine kept an open and pleasant attitude around the printer’s wife. She was used to being the object of stares and speculation and she had experience in winning over those around her. When circumstances warranted. That wasn’t always the case.
“Mistress Heathcoate, may I assist you?” Sandrine stepped quickly to gather up the apples that had escaped the basket Geraldine was maneuvering to put on the counter. “Please, allow me.” Geraldine watched without saying anything, a sign Sandrine noted. Nevertheless Sandrine smiled at her as she returned the apples to their basket.
“Master Merle has given my sister Amélie and me time to become acquainted with the household and with Oxford. If I observe perhaps I could be useful to you in kitchen preparation. May I remain?”
Geraldine smiled. It was a tentative smile, certainly, but if this Negress were willing to shoulder some of the burden of kitchen work Geraldine would be a fool to turn her down. Her assistant, Marguerite, dutiful and a steady worker, never volunteered to take on additional duties. There was always something extra to be done.
“Thank you, Sandrine. I accept.”
By the end of the afternoon, the two women worked easily together. Sandrine was a quick learner, observant, and asked questions when she needed to. For her part, Geraldine welcomed the attentions of an eager student. They were not friends, that would be asking too much of a relationship that had barely begun, a relationship between a native of Oxford, white, and a former slave, born in the Caribbean and black, but it was a first step.
That night in bed Sandrine and Amélie traded stories about what they had learned. Amélie had been to the markets to see what produce, no matter how limited in variety, was good where and had a full report for Sandrine. For Sandrine’s part, the four of them, Heathcoate and his wife and the two women, consumed entirely the apple tart Sandrine and Geraldine had prepared during the afternoon.
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