Meet her at the door

I left the rest of my dishes sitting in the sink, deciding it would be more polite to meet her at the door.

I opened it before she managed to get to the front stoop, smiled and said, "You must be, Fiona."

She smiled back, "How did you know?"

"Professor Hall let me know that a small red dot would be coming by for chemistry tutoring."

"Did he?" she said, a playful glint in her eyes as she walked the last few steps to the door.

I stepped aside and said, "Please, come in. We'll set up in the kitchen to the left."

As Fiona passed by, a sudden grin spread across her face and said, "Nice sheep."

I looked down an realized I was still wearing my cooking apron. The front panel of it was embroidered with a pair of fluffy white sheep that were in the process of, well, creating the next generation of fluffy white sheep. I had forgotten to take it off in my rush to meet her at the door.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I looked down. "Are they at it again? I swear, these two are worse than rabbits. Before long this entire thing is going to be made of wool."

Fiona giggled as she set down what must have been half her body weight in books on my kitchen table. She started taking textbooks and notebooks out of her bag and generally getting organized. I took a moment to examine her more closely. It was a warm summer morning and she was wearing white shorts with a light green shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top. As she organized herself, it was clear that, while incredibly petite, she was no wilting violet. Long, flat athletes muscles from her calves to her forearms appeared and vanished as she moved, evidence of a life of dedication to a sport. Probably gymnastics given the even distribution across her entire body.

"Hey," another voice whispered, practically in my ear. "Quit staring before you start drooling."

I hadn't heard Sarah approach and I jumped with a start but I managed not to yelp. I looked over at the leggy brunette, only a couple inches shorter than my nearly six foot height. She was what most people would call "statuesque" with long legs, slim waist and generous proportions everywhere else. She also had an incredibly mischievous personality and loved to make waves just to see how everybody reacted. We'd been casually dating for a while but she made it clear that she wasn't in the mood for anything more serious than a few nights of fun every week.

"Oooh, she's fun-sized," Sarah continued in a whisper. "And I'll bet she's a gymnast, too. We could have a lot of fun with her."

I rolled my eyes and replied, similarly quietly, "I'm not mixing business with pleasure. Besides, she's probably twelve years old."

Sarah giggled as she stepped around me and into the kitchen. She grabbed a muffin from the box on the counter and said, "Hi, I'm Sarah! You must be Justin's new pupil."

Fiona must have caught the earlier motion out of the corner of her eye because she wasn't startled by Sarah's abrupt entrance like I was. Fiona held out her hand, saying, "Pleased to meet you, Sarah. I'm Fiona."

Sarah briefly shook Fiona's hand and said, "Justin's a great tutor. He'll have you at the top of your class so quickly people will think you're screwing the professor!"

If you could see the scene that was playing out in my head it would be the one where Captain Picard is sitting on the bridge of the Enterprise, holding his face in his hand.

Fiona's pale skin flushed red so quickly you'd think somebody had thrown a bucket of red paint on her.

"Ooh, is somebody hot for teacher?" Sarah said with a raised eyebrow.

"What? No! It's just..." Fiona floundered, clearly flustered.

"Sarah, quick making waves," I said, unable to keep a tired note out of my voice.

"Oh, you're no fun!" She said as she shouldered her own bag and walked toward me. "Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yah, the usual spot?"

"Great!" Fiona said before giving me a peck on the cheek. As she walked out the door, she said, "Nice sheep."