Her long black hair, which fell down her back in waves, contrasted dramatically with her sky blue eyes. She was a slim little thing at 5 feet 3 inches tall. Her breasts were full and young and her body untried and virginal at 18 years old.
She lived in a world that was more like a kingdom and she its princess. She lived on a Georgian plantation in the year 1850. Before the Civil War had begun and before the South had fallen to its knees, she lived a charmed life.
Her name was Savannah though everyone called her Vanny. From her father who utterly adored her, to her five older brothers, to her mother, and to the slaves in the field or in the house- she was Vanny or Miss Vanny.
She was sweet and innocent and was courted by numerous boys in the county. She accepted the attention that was due her beauty and wealth but she held a secret close to her heart. She was already in love. The love of her life was Damian. And Damian didn't know she existed. Or if he did, he never showed it. She flaunted herself shamelessly in front of him when she knew no one was looking.
She had been getting a drink of water from the outside pump one day when Damian had passed by. She had shamelessly bent over and given him a perfect glimpse of her breasts uncorseted and free. Her breasts had spilled forth and she knew he had seen her dark cherry-colored nipples. But other than a quick intake of breath – he had continued on his path completely ignoring her.
Damian had been born on the plantation 25 years ago. His mother was a slave – his father a freeman somewhere up north. He was a tall, dark haired man with no ounce of fat on his body. He worked the fields during the day and lived with his mother and sisters in a small cabin on the edge of her father's property.
Vanny sighed. She knew it was against every single law known to man and god. The preacher preached against the sins of the colored people every Sunday. Vanny refused to use the "N" word that the horrible preacher and her father mis-used a thousand times a day.
According to Preacher Jones they were a sinful race of people devoid of feeling or reason and needing the firm hand of the white man.
Her father treated them alright but denounced their race also and claimed the beatings he hated giving out were necessary.
Vanny sighed again. Her father hated them so much, that he made a necessary trip to visit Lola Sue's cabin every Friday. The dark eyed and dark haired beauty was pregnant yet again and Vanny knew it was her father's baby. She loved her father and knew that just as he was – she was also drawn to their dark beauty and unknown ways.
Vanny drew her simple white nightgown up around her waist and massaged her breasts. They tingled and her nipples grew tight and erect. She thought of Damian's mouth over her breasts and stifled a groan.
Her other hand sought out her entrance and inserted a finger carefully into her little passage.
"Lord. Daddy will kill me if he ever found out I wasn't a virgin on my wedding night." She whispered in a soft Southern accent.
She gingerly pushed one slim finger into her hot pussy and knew already that it would be wet and warm. She tried not to touch herself often, but sometimes couldn't help it. The preacher always talked about sins and sinful women and always managed to look right at Savannah. She shuddered as she pushed against the thin barrier of her virginity.
Her legs splayed apart as she continued to touch herself and her small pussy walls constricted. She always felt guilty after but she couldn't help it. She had seen Damian that afternoon by the barn working on fixing the broken fence. He had been shirtless and his muscles had gleamed in the sunlight.
She flicked aside her tight black curls that guarded her entrance and continued to touch herself.
He had been mending the fence and had not seen her approach.
"Mornin', Damian." She had paused to watch him work admiring his back muscles and arms.
He turned and stared at the Southern beauty. "Mornin', Miss Vanny."
She loved her name on his lips and almost sighed aloud.
"How is your Ma and sisters, alright I hope?" She asked softly.
"They iz fine, Miss Vanny."
