Consequences

A/N: Here is the latest chapter…of course I’m sure you all noticed who I made Mena related to. And if not then I’ll fill you in…Weatherby Swann is her Uncle so that makes Elizabeth her cousin. Had to tie them in somehow. Please read and review!!

Mena took a breath deeply inhaling the smell of the briny sapphire blue waves that lapped constantly at the ship’s hull. Leaning over the railing a little farther she gazed down at the dancing waves when a flash of gray caught her attention. Looking a little closer she caught sight of three more flashes of gray amongst the sapphire waves. Her mouth turned upward in a broad smile when she finally realized that she was watching four dolphins as they frolicked among the waves leaping over one another playfully. Oh how she wished she were as free as they seemed to be. One of the dolphins noticed her watching them and it suddenly stood up for a moment before back flipping into the water only to reappear on the surface again quickly. Mena giggled at the dolphin’s antics which made the creature chatter back at her with a noise that sounded a bit like laughter. The dolphin seemed to be smiling back at her as she laughed joyfully.

Suddenly a firm hand on her shoulder startled her making her whip her head around to see a rather irritated looking Ms. Mistleton standing behind her. Frowning Mena turned back to watch the dolphins again seeing them jump in and out of the waves now chattering loudly to each other. Her frown quickly melted back into the smile she had been wearing before her Governess had so rudely interrupted her. Ms. Mistleton’s shrill voice made her smile wither away once more.

“Philomena it’s high time you came below decks young lady…it’s not at all proper for a young lady of your station to stay out in the sun this long! And where’s your bonnet?”

“More than likely in one of my bags down below decks Ms. Mistleton.”

Mena was almost unable to reign in the laughter that threatened to escape her throat when she saw the indignant look that was plastered across the old woman’s face.

“Oh dear God in heaven…what in the world did I ever do to be punished like this? Why can’t you just behave like a proper young lady Philomena? Why do you insist upon gallivanting around like a little heathen child?”

“Oh Ms. Mistleton you’re being far too dramatic…it’s just a little sunlight. What harm could it possibly do?”

“What harm? It is highly inappropriate for a lady of your station to have dark skin! Your skin is supposed to be fair and unblemished!”

“My skin is fair…pale like a sheet more like it so I wouldn’t go fretting over such nonsense as that Ms. Mistleton.”

“You have already been out in the sun far too long…just look you are starting to get little spots on your cheeks! Now come along young lady!”

“Spots? Oh you mean my freckles…they’re just freckles that’s all.”

“I don’t care what they are…you shouldn’t have them at all.”

“I rather like them…they add character I think.”

“Oh you’re impossible…just like your…”

Mena whirled around to completely face Ms. Mistleton when she noticed the old woman’s voice had begun to trail off.

“Well go on…finish what you were about to say.”

“Never you mind about that young lady.”

“No…I want to know what you were going to say before you stopped yourself.”

“It was nothing so just forget about it Philomena.”

“Mena! And if it was nothing then why did you stop yourself?”

“You’re just not going to let this go are you?”

“No I’m not…I’m impossible remember?”

“I couldn’t forget that if I tried.”

“Now just who am I like?”

“I was going to say you’re impossible just like your mother.”

Mena’s bottom lip trembled slightly at the mention of her late mother. Lady Emmalynne Blair-Westover had taken ill with Malaria on a trip to Singapore with Mena’s father when he had been serving as the Governor of the new colony that the King had ordered be erected. Mena had been only three or four years old when her mother had died from Malaria. She couldn’t really remember her age for certain because she had been so young. And now it seemed the more years that passed by the less she could remember about her mother at all. Mena rarely ever thought about her mother anymore because it frustrated her immensely that she hardly could remember anything about the woman who had brought her into this world. The only reason Mena still remembered what her mother even looked like was because of the locket that held a small portrait of her mother inside it that her father had given to her one Christmas many years ago.

“Ms. Mistleton…with all respect would you kindly never speak about my mother again?”

“Forgive me my dear…I meant no harm.”

“All shall be forgotten if you just drop the subject.”

“Yes of course.”

“Now then…I would like to be alone.”

“Certainly my lady…but do something for me?”

“Yes…what is it?”

“Use my parisol to keep out of the sun?”

“Fine.”

Ms. Mistleton handed Mena her pale pink lace parisol and gave her a small smile before heading back down below decks. Mena sighed heavily as she held the parisol over her right shoulder. She would never admit to anyone that it actually did help her to feel a bit cooler. Mena turned her attention back to the sea once again hoping to find the dolphins that had been playfully entertaining her earlier. But they had long since disappeared and all that there was to look at was the gentle dancing of the sapphire waves that licked at the ship’s hull as they continued on their way back to Port Royal. Mena stayed up on deck until the sun had sank below the horizon. She had closed the parisol and was finally feeling tired enough to actually get some sleep. Walking down the steps that led to the lower decks on the merchant ship she stopped when she heard girlish giggling coming from behind her. Tiptoeing quietly down the stairs she peered around the stairs her blue eyes widening when she caught sight of a young sailor and a young woman. The young woman couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen with golden blonde hair that had been piled atop her head but had long since started falling down.

The top of her pale blue cotton dress was unbuttoned and pushed down exposing her breasts. The young sailor had dark brown hair and was bent down his mouth fastened to one of her breasts. Mena’s eyes caught movement from the young sailor’s right arm as it disappeared underneath the girl’s dress. Suddenly the young girl let out a soft moan. Mena didn’t have to guess to know where the young sailor’s hand had ended up. As wrong as she knew this was to watch the two of them give in to their carnal desires she just couldn’t tear herself away from the pair of lovers. After a while the young sailor had grown tired of the kissing and longed for more. Mena watched bordering on anticipation as the young sailor swiftly unbuckled his breeches to free his throbbing flesh. He hastily hitched the young girl’s skirt up around her hips as she eagerly spread her thighs for him to stand in between them. With a swift rock of his hips the young sailor buried his cock in her depths making her give a small whimper.

Mena could feel the tingling begin between her own thighs as she watched the young sailor as he thrust into the girl deeply. Feeling like a lecher she forced herself to turn away from the young lovers as they gave into their lustful desires. She hurried to her own little cabin that she knew had been waiting for her. Ms. Mistleton was more than likely fast asleep in the cabin right next to hers. Mena opened the door to her cabin and shut it quickly locking it. Watching those two had awakened something in her and she just couldn’t ignore the need that had bubbled up from watching the two lovers. Stripping down to her chemise she crawled beneath the blanket. Giving a small whimper when something poked into the side of her breast she suddenly remembered the parchment paper she had hidden there. Reaching into her chemise she pulled out the parchment paper from in between her breasts. Placing it on the small bedside table she then lay back down. Her blue eyes darted quickly around the small room making certain that she was alone. Satisfied she let her right hand slide up her body quickly until her fingertips were resting on her lips. Opening her mouth she sucked her index and middle finger into her mouth wetting them. Her left hand hastily pulled her chemise down until it exposed her small perky little breasts. Mena whimpered softly when she closed her wet fingers around the nipple on her right breast making it harden.

Tugging on it softly she then brought her fingers back to her mouth to relubricate them before grasping the nipple on her left breast. The little pink bud quickly hardened just as the right one had under her touch. Her mouth fell open in a soft moan as she felt the moisture that leaked from between her thighs. Her left hand slipped down to grasp the bottom of her chemise. Mena tugged her chemise until it rested on her hips. Spreading her thighs she reached down with her left hand and began exploring her sex. She boldly spread her labia and began massaging her clit with her thumb as she undulated her hips all the while her right hand alternated between her left and right breasts tugging on her nipples. It wasn’t long before Mena was pushing two long slender fingers inside her slick body and rocking her hips wildly against them. Her blue eyes closed and she began to imagine the scoundrel pirate who had taken such liberties with her body just a couple of days earlier. The thought of feeling him moving inside her stretching her with his delicious thickness was enough to push her off the cliff she had been standing on and send her tumbling into the abyss to drown in her pleasure. Her release cascaded over her in waves making her entire body tremble uncontrollably. Finally after the last little tremors had surged through her sated body she fixed her chemise and allowed her heavy eyes to slip closed. By late afternoon tomorrow they would have reached Port Royal and then she could see her darling Wesley since he was there temporarily on business.

A/N: Please read and review and let me know what you think!!