She bent forward again and wrote...
Sarah was working on her homework and listening to music when there was a soft rap on her door. "Come in!" she said, knowing full well who it would be.
"Hello miss, sorry to disturb you, but I'll just be a few minutes cleaning up."
Sarah looked at Jon, the boy from her school, in his french maid outfit. The long stockings, high heels, and short short skirt looked like they were tailored for Jon's body (which they were), and while she logically should have felt they looked odd on a boy, she never did. In fact, nobody ever did. Jon was a great maid, even she had to admit it. He was clean, fast, cheap, and he didn't get in the way.
He made his way around the room picking up her laundry. Each time he bent over she could see his panties under the skirt. She didn't want to say anything, as she didn't want to talk to him any more than she had to. Sarah was glad that Jon showed enough common sense to not talk to her at school, even though she saw him almost every night. That kind of interaction with the dork would be embarassing.
Tonight, instead of turning back to her homework and completely ignoring Jon, she watched him a little longer. There was something about the way he moved around the room and made it cleaner than it was before. Something... beautiful.
She had never thought of him like that before, but watching him bend over and pick up her underwear off the floor like he was made her get goosebumps. Someone who couple put that much effort and care into cleaning up after another would, of course, be the kind of person who could really care for another. Sarah, shaking her head in amazement, realized that she was falling in love with her maid.
"Here, Jon," Sarah hopped up and went to the other side of the bed, "Let me help you with that!" She grabbed the sheets and smoothed them out, mirroring Jon's movements.
"Miss Sarah," Jon said meekly, "You don't have to do that, why don't you relax and let me take care of things."
"No, it's no bother," she smoothed the comforter that was now on the bed, catching Jon's eye as she did. She smiled her most loving smile at him, longing to grab him and throw him on the bed right now. She knew she shouldn't, that a love like her's needed to grow and blossom, but she couldn't deny her feelings. She drank in the image of Jon standing before her, who was, in turn, looking at her with an odd expression on his face.
Sarah wondered how she could possibly tell Jon how she felt.
Karyn laughed to herself as she imagined what was happening over at that snob Sarah's house. She looked down at her pad one more time to double check that she had written everything right.
Sarah McMillan is in love with Jon, her maid.
