Chapter 17: Sharing a Room

Samantha, Charity and I settle into our room at the inn. George’s hospitality doesn’t extend to free accommodation. Since I have only a very limited budget, Charity has offered to share her room with Samantha and me to help stretch my money further. A few weeks ago, such an offer would have been unthinkable, but Charity and I are no longer the bitter enemies we once were. The room is clean and moderately comfortable. We solve the problem of there only being two beds by pushing them together to make one large bed for the three of us.

The hot humid climate doesn’t help, although the occasional sea breeze keeps things bearable. Even so, all three of us take every opportunity to discard surplus clothes. The occasional sight of my tits and arse does strange things to Charity’s behaviour. Perhaps if I’d been more experienced in reading sexual clues, I’d have been aware of Charity’s feelings towards me. It’s only when she strips herself naked and slides into bed next to me that I realise the depth of her sexual desire. I don’t resist as she removes my minimal clothing. Kissing and fondling soon follow and before long I’m an active participant in our passionate game.

Samantha makes an excuse about going down to the bar to listen for stories and gossip that might help our search for Jacqueline’s history. I’m not sure if Sam’s simply giving us some privacy, or if she’s not into sex between women. I hope she isn’t embarrassed by our behaviour.

“You are a dark horse,” says Charity as we lie side by side resting after some wonderful sex. “You instinctively know what to do during sex. If I’d known you were so hot in bed, I might have been more open about my feelings towards you before.”

I’m not sure I deserve that level of flattery. I simply did to Charity what I know excites and arouses me. Of course, sucking her clit is something I can’t do to myself, but it doesn’t take a genius to discover that source of pleasure. Although Mama is very strict about my needing an escort in public, she openly discusses sexual technique with me and tolerates almost all types of behaviour in private. It’s yet another example of the veneer of public respectability disguising wild and sensuous orgies behind closed doors.

“I’m hopeless at reading sexual clues,” I laugh. “If you hadn’t stripped naked and climbed into bed, I might never have known you wanted sex with me.”

“Yeah, well stripping naked usually gets the message across. Do you think Sam will be alright with this? She doesn’t seem to be into this sort of sex.”

“I’ll talk with her in the morning,” I reply. “Sam’s a member of the Banana Club, so she can’t be that delicate about sex. Perhaps she was simply giving us some space.”

“Well I’m okay with a threesome if she’s up for it,” says Charity.

Charity and I have fallen asleep in each other’s arms by the time Samantha returns to our room. I vaguely sense Sam get into bed next to me, trying not to disturb me. The press of her naked body against mine causes me to stir and wrap my arm around her. I’m sandwiched between my two companions, each with a hand casually cupping one of my tits. I soon drift back into sleep.

We wake the next morning in a tangle of arms and legs. It’s still early and a cool sea breeze keeps the room at a pleasant temperature. In a few hours time the day’s heat will make such intimacy a sticky and sweaty affair. But for now we can romp and play in comfort. It doesn’t take us long to satisfy Charity’s desire for a threesome.

“There’s another reason why Jacqueline may have been taken off the island aboard an English warship,” says Samantha, when we finally decide to get dressed and eat some breakfast.

“What reason is that?” I ask.

“You said she was kidnapped by pirates and sold into slavery. If that’s the case, then perhaps she was an English lady of some importance. The English navy may have been searching for her in order to rescue her. Perhaps she was the daughter or wife of an English lord.”