Black and white

At the bridge, I deviated from the direct route to Carlyle Manor and rode along the river to the place where I had arranged to meet Miriam. From a distance, I saw a one-horse buggy parked in front of some tall bushes. I recognized Blue, who was idly plucking at the green leaves.

I tied my horse to a tree nearby and squeezed my way between two bushes. Behind them, I found a semicircular, grassy strip of bank on which a blanket had been spread. To my surprise, there were not one but two women sitting on it. Rebecca's daughter and the black housemaid.

Lilli slapped her hand over her mouth in horror when she recognized me and stared at me with fear-filled eyes. Miriam, on the other hand, jumped and ran towards me, beaming with joy.

"Mom made me take her with me as a chaperone," she whispered with a pout, "apparently she suspected that I wanted to meet someone."

Obviously, Miriam assumed that the employee's presence was preventing me from going ahead with our planned date.

"I'll send her away," she suggested, "She should collect wood for a campfire. So, we should have enough time until she comes back."

"No," I objected, "she would get suspicious and tell your mother that the two of us were here alone. But I have another idea. We'll let her join us."

"That's out of the question!" Miriam stamped her foot defiantly, "I don't want to have to share you or watch you sleep with someone else."

"You don't have to," I promised her, "you'll have fun with her first, then I'll just be there for you."

"How is that supposed to work? Sleeping with a woman?" she looked down at herself doubtfully, "we can't... we don't have..."

"You'll see, it will work," I encouraged her, "just go for it. Do what you want. Give her what you would like yourself, and encourage her to do the same to you. Give it a try. If you don't like it, just stop. OK?"

"All right," she still sounded doubtful, "I'll try. For your sake."

She walked over to Lilli, who peered over at me fearfully. I sat down, keeping my distance to show her that she had nothing to fear from me. I put on a smile, partly to reassure her, but more out of anticipation of what I would see soon.

But the little black girl still looked tense when Miriam knelt behind her and gently stroked her hair and cheeks. Then she also stroked her back and arms alternately. Lilli relaxed a little and closed her eyes. After a while, she even leaned into the touches, which she seemed to enjoy.

She obviously understood what her mistress was getting at, because when Miriam stroked down the front of her neck and tried to get her hand into her cleavage, she opened the buttons of her top out of her own accord and pushed it to one side so that the other woman could reach her breasts more easily.

Miriam then whispered something to her, whereupon Lilli turned around and helped her to pull her dress over her blonde mop of hair. In turn, Lilli slipped out of her sleeves herself, and pushed her top down to her hips. She didn't wear an undershirt.