Email the reenactors

I hit send before I could change my mind. The short email to the Furguson's Artillery corps recruitment page contained with a very edited version of the truth and a picture of the first couple pages of the diary. It was so much easier to reach out to a complete stranger than one of my girlfriends, I can just imagine what Jolene would say if I sent her the same email. With that task out of the way, I then turned my attention back to Bianca's situation.

I reread the two entries in the journal describing Bianca's interaction with Angelica with my hand pressed firmly between my thighs. I was still ashamed by yesterday's reaction to reading about the sexual adventures of my distant ancestor, but here I was again. Bianca was clearly in over her head dealing with that slut Angelica. She might not be a untouched virgin, but I suspect that back in Philadelphia her dealings with men were more of a game played with well-established (if unspoken) rules and conventions. Angelica on the other hand led a life where her survival depends on using her sexuality to please her masters.

In spite of my intentions not to repeat what happened yesterday, I could feel my body responding to the description of Bianca watching Angelica riding Mr. Thornton like the slutty whore she was.

Dear Diary, (Still morning of May 22nd)

I still do not know if Angelica means to help me or if she just wants to humiliate me. I watched in silence as the light-skinned house **** rode Mr. Thornton to (what seemed to me) a very satisfying climax. The young lawyer, like most men was content to drift off to sleep again after completing the act, so leaving the man's room was simply a matter of waiting a few more minutes before his steady breathing filled the bedroom.

Angelica, led me back to my room with a grin on her face. Once in the privacy of my room she surprised me with a tender kiss.

This was the first time I've been kissed by a woman, well kissed like that anyways. Her lips were soft and full. I had always been a little self-conscious about my plump lips, but Angelica's were even fuller than mine and I wondered if that was what men felt when I kissed them. It was only when I felt her press against me even harder that I came to my senses.

“Wait. What are you doing?” The teasing smile on the light-skinned ****'s face indicated that she felt no shame at all in her actions.

“This is so much nicer than kissing Mr. Thornton, Miss Bianca.” Disarmed by her pointed reminder of what I just witnessed; I was unprepared when she pushed me back against the bed her lips once again pressed against mine. The vivid memory of this shameless nymph gyrating on the young lawyer's manhood made it almost impossible to think clearly and the combination of this and the feeling of Angelica's lips teasing mine made my insides start to drip.

The scent of sex was filling the room and I began to doubt that even opening all the windows and burning of candles was going to hide that musky odor. If one of the other house slaves entered my rooms before the air circulated all kinds of gossip was going to spread through the back rooms of the plantation house.

“Angelica, you have to stop!” I wasn't expecting such a direct approach from this emboldened ****. I had expected that most of her experience with whites has been with males, but this sensuous young woman seemed as comfortable seducing a woman as a man.

“I think you and I can help each other, Mistress.” By now, the girl had pushed the house coat from my shoulders down my arms in essence pinning my arms behind my back trapped in the garment's sleeves. “Don't you agree?”

“Yes, Angelica, but you have to stop this.” She must have sensed how much control she had now because she pushed hard against me sending me bouncing on the soft bedding as I struggled to free my hands.

“This isn't right...” I finally got one hand free but by now that minx was laying on me much like a man would and her thigh was grinding hard between my legs making it hard to think. My protests stopped, and I let the **** bring me to a climax with her skillful fingers - it felt so good! We lay together on my bed wrapped in each other's arms for a good twenty minutes before I finally pull free of her naked body.

“Mr. Thornton and I don't want any unnecessary rumors.” There was every chance, that in spite of my best efforts to control the situation that Angelica was going to spill the beans. I wanted to make it clear that even though she had been the one in charge as we rolled together in my bed, that I was still the Mistress of Havenhall. “I know you can take care of this mess discretely too, right Angelica?”

“Yes Ma'am.” I dressed in silence, not at all sure how to act with a **** I'd just been so intimate with. Angelica returned the role of the obedient servant as she helped me with my dress and hair, but I'm sure that she was planning on continuing to push these limits in exchange for keeping her mouth shut.

“Let me know it there is anything I can do for you, Angelica.” I wait until her dark eyes lifted to meet mine. “I meant what I said about helping each other.”