Emily

It was a glorious, balmy evening. The sun was setting over the ocean in a blaze of orange and reds, making the calm water glitter like diamonds and rubies. We'd had a good day, catching a couple of big fish from the breakwater, which together with the fruit and some saved foil wrapped biscuits from the hold, left us full and happy. We shared a couple of miniature bottles of vodka from the rescued crew locker, and settled down in our makeshift 'four poster' to wait for darkness. We'd got over our little spat of the other day, and several bouts of slow and satisfying sex had cemented our reconciliation. So far, so good.

We both desperately wanted to get rescued, of course, and I knew it was as much in Naomi's mind every day as mine, but hey, making out nightly with a beautiful woman who might just turn out to be the love of my life, wasn't a bad way of wasting time until it happened. As far as anyone can be, shipwrecked and alone, I was happy.

I passed Naomi the last of the vodka and she swigged the final drops, wincing a bit at the harshness of the neat spirit. She turned and regarded me with hooded eyes...I had a rough idea what she wanted from me now...if previous nights were anything to go by, but then she surprised me with her words.

"You do know I'm completely crazy about you, don't you Ems?" she said, only slightly slurring . She looked stunning, as always in the pink glow of early evening. I felt my heart swell and thud.

I smiled at her and stroked her soft cheek.

"Well...I don't have a lot of competition for your admiration at the moment babe...bit of shortage of hot dykes on this rock..." I joked.

She kept on staring, unblinking, and I realised she wasn't joking. I swallowed hard. This was it then...declarations were required. Well, it wasn't as if I had any doubts about my feelings, was it? I'd held back because, in the situation we were in, anything I might have said would have sounded rushed. Surely it was too son for love?

But then I shrugged mentally, and told myself that people have fallen in love in easier circumstances. Something made us end up together, and for onec, I was gonna go with what I felt.

"I'm crazy about you too Naoms" I breathed, moving closer, so our half naked bodies touched "I know this whole situation is madness...and we've only known each other days..., but I have to admit, I was going to say the same to you, even before tonight, but I was worried you might think it was just because of where we are. The hardest thing in the world at first was knowing I only had you for a few brief moments, in a cubicle on a plane. Now we have all the time in the world...and I'm not scared any more...not as long as I have you"

She smiled properly then and leaned over to kiss me. After her lips had caressed mine for all too short a time, she pulled back and breathed in deeply.

"But...we need to be totally honest with each other Em... It could be months before someone stumbles across this place. It might not always be so easy to exist here. We've survived one tropical storm, but another one...or even worse, a hurricane, could blow us clean off the island. One of could get sick, or injured..."

She blinked away a tear and I reached up to brush it from her cheek.

"Naoms?" I said softly "Whatever happens...I have no regrets. We literally survived a disaster no one should have...we have each other...and thats enough for now. Lets just enjoy what we have, enjoy each other...and let the rest take care of itself"

She nodded and kissed me again.

"Yeah...I guess you're right. We've been luckier than anyone deserves so far. Lets just ride that luck a bit more. We've done everything we can. Its up to the world to find us now"

Another kiss sealed the deal. The atmosphere got lighter again and we spoiled ourselves with some more foil wrapped chocolate and a shared miniature of brandy. There were a few dozen left, but normally we restricted ourselves to one each. But tonight felt like a celebration of sorts.

XXX

We were lying side by side, listening to the insects outside the mosquito net and the faint crashing of the surf on the beach, when Naomi spoke next.

"How about some true confessions" she said in an amused voice "I think we should be totally honest with each other about our pasts, then there are no nasty surprises when we get back to civilization"

She raised herself on one elbow and smirked down at me.

"First lover?" she said, with a quirky lift of her eyebrow.

"God...male or female" I said, mirroring her position and winking at her expression.

"I thought you were always gay?" she said in a surprised voice.

"I had a twin sister who was on a mission to fuck every available guy in Bristol once she turned 16...there was a certain amount of peer pressure at the time...and we all make mistakes, right?"

"So you...?" she asked quietly

"OK..." I said firmly "Cards on the table. First boy...Neil Passmore..at 14...after youth club. He played hide the finger with me up against the boiler room wall, I stroked him off and ruined a perfectly good black skirt, that I could never get the stain out of. He smelled of cabbage and kissed like a wet fish. I thought at the time if that was sex, I could definitely live without it again"

Naomi giggled and stroked my cheek.

"Yeah...I get that. I tried boys for a couple of years. Nasty smelly clumsy things. I never actually fucked one till I was 17, but I suffered enough against the wall fumbles to make me think a career in Holy Orders might be preferable.

"Fuck me Naoms" I giggled, swigging a last mouthful of brandy "Sister Naomi?...you would have been a riot in the cloisters...all those long church candles"

She laughed and nudged me painfully in the ribs

"Oi Fitch" she chuckled dirtily "I resent that"

"OK" I said "My turn. First girl?"

"Ahhh" Naomi smiled, making my stomach lurch unpleasantly at the fondness in her voice. "Tracy Law... when we were 18. My first girl lover and my first proper love. Spent the whole summer with her at her parents place in Exeter... she taught me loads, and then...well then she discovered she was more into cocks that fanny, and basically broke my heart. I sulked right up till Christmas"

"Right" I said "Your turn then"

"Same question" she smirked "who was the first woman to float little Fitches boat?"

It was my turn to nudge her in the ribs.

"Smartarse" I huffed "Same answer. It was a girl at my school. I'd already had sex with my second cousin Elise at a family barbecue, but I don't really count that. We were both 15, and it was more exploration than real sex. She begged me to go down on her, but I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. It took me over a year to pluck up the courage to try it again with another girl. And then I met Elizabeth Stonem"

"This sounds like a long story...maybe we should get comfortable?" Naomi said and stripped off her shorts. Now she was as naked as me, and we slid down until we were on our backs, looking up at the night sky through the thin netting.

I sighed. Elizabeth Stonem...I hadn't even thought about her for nearly a year...there was a time when I thought of nothing and nobody else.

XXX

It all started at a party. A party I should never have been at. My sister was currently fucking a gut called Chris. A couple of years older than us, and his best friend Tony was having a rave at his house. We arrived late and the atmosphere was just getting interesting. Windows were open and the thump of bass could be heard right down the street. Guys and girls were hanging around the open front door smoking, drinking and laughing. Katie and I pushed our way through, each clutching a bottle. Mine was tequila, which I fucking hate, but needs must when raiding the parents drinks cabinet. I had seen Tony Stonem in town before...Katie had pointed him out as the local numero uno stud...but as I didn't really fancy boys even then, it didn't mean much to me. I knew he had a sister, but to be honest, I couldn't even remember talking to her. I just recalled see through short dresses and heroin chic makeup. The sort of beautiful and unobtainable girl I noticed, but discounted as out of my league, even if they were gay.

After an hour, and half the bottle of tequila, I had lost Katie completely. I suspected she was already demonstrating her oral technique on some lucky male. Even then. Katie had a bit of a reputation...or so numerous toilet doors at college told me.

I was dancing on my own in the middle of the lounge, surrounded by people I didn't know, concentrating on going with the heavy drum and bass when a pair of strong arms came round me from the back. Now even at 16, I was used to fending off prowling males, but this guy didn't do the obvious...i.e. clumsily grope my tits and press a hard on between the cheeks of my arse. Instead he swayed with me, keeping the pressure on my arms light. I was pissed and alone, so I thought, why not? I let him dance with me right into the next track...which was slower. I found myself being turned round, which made my head spin and looked up to see none other than the famous Tony Stonem. He grinned down at me confidently and I could see at least three girls, all older than me, glaring at the cheek of this first year student in the arms of the alpha male.

"Having fun, little Red" he said, bending down to put his mouth next to my ear. I shuddered as his warm breath tickled my neck.

"Its a great party" I slurred, trying to focus on his face "I'm Emily"

"It is now" he smirked and leaned even closer "I saw you dancing...you look beautiful...free...sexy...and I'm Tony...but then you probably know that already"

Now I know that is the cheesiest pick-up line in the world, but hey, I was young, I was drunk, and the most desirable guy in the room was paying me compliments. It wasn't something that happened often in those days. Katie normally hoovered up the praise for both of us.

"Thanks" I said, and didn't resist when he pulled me even closer. We danced.

After half an hour of small talk, and the passing of a small white pill from mouth to mouth, I wasn't drunk any more. Instead, I was floating on a cloud of MDMA euphoria, letting Tony spin me and squeeze me at will. It was no surprise to find myself walking upstairs with him. I could have said no...I should have said no...but he was an experienced seducer and I was just another moth attracted to the Stonem flame. He seemed...I don't know...dangerous...and I wanted some danger in my life.

The bedroom door closed behind us, and suddenly the mood changed. I knew about his reputation. This guy wouldn't be content with a half hearted hand job or a pretend orgasm on clumsy fingers. He'd probably screwed half the college last year. I was just another willing victim. I'd have to actually put out this time.

He was good, I won't kid you. No rush, no painful grabbing or probing. I was lying on my back while he took his time exploring me. Warm, wet kisses, subtle caresses and slow stripping. I found my top and bra were gone, almost without me noticing, and his hands and mouth on my breasts left me breathless and wanting more. When his hand slid slowly up my skirt, I knew I wouldn't stop him. The tiny rational part of my brain still functioning was nagging me that this was wrong...I was gay...I liked girls...why the fuck was I doing this? But the baser, animal part of me was taking over. His strong hand slid under the waistband of my thong, and I surrendered without a fight as his fingers found me. My legs parted and I groaned at his clever touch. If this was the way I lost my virginity, it could have been worse, I thought.

Just then, just as his finger dipped inside my wetness and I closed my eyes in surrender, the door to the bedroom banged open and a harsh overhead light flooded the room. I rolled sideways and squeaked at the intrusion. Tony just sighed and shielded his eyes, trying to see who had burst in. A voice came from the doorway. A cool, almost disinterested voice. A voice I recognised immediately.

"Tone...if you're gonna use my room to fuck people, have the grace to ask me first...oh...and by the way, your girlfriend is about to come upstairs to find out where you've got to...you remember her? Michelle?"

Tony groaned and leapt off the bed, folding his frankly impressive hard on back inside his unzipped trousers. I'd not even noticed he had got his cock out. His sister...because thats who it was, never even flinched as he adjusted himself casually. I wondered then how close their relationship was, most sisters would retch in disgust at seeing that much of their older brother...but I filed it away for later reference. I was still curled up on my side, trying to see where my top and bra had landed. The door banged again and he was gone. But she wasn't. She stood there, arms folded, smoking, cigarette smoke curling up from her fingers and then clicked off the main light ,walking across to the bedside table to click on the small lamp before going back to the door and locking it...from the inside. I stared at her in amazement...what the fuck?

"Emily...isn't it?" she said calmly "The nicer, prettier twin...I thought you were gay, hun...I wouldn't have been surprised to see your sister under my brother..but you?"

I was beyond shocked. First that she even knew my name, and second that she had any idea about my sexuality. Even my sister was oblivious at that stage.

"I'm not gay" I managed to stutter, still looking around desperately for something to cover my top half. I clutched the quilt to my chest and looked at her numbly.

"Yeah" she said, taking a last drag on her cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray "Whatever... But honestly? Even if you aren't...you don't want to be another notch on my brothers bedpost. He's a user Emily. Find someone nice to make out with...someone who won't break your heart"

I have no idea where the next words I spoke came from. I'd never even said two words to her before, but before I could stop myself, they spilled out anyway.

"Someone like you?" I said, then put my hand across my mouth as if I could physically stop any more stupidity falling out.

She looked at me with those startling blue eyes and a small smile touched the corners of her mouth.

"I'll probably break your heart too Emily" she said softly "But not tonight, pretty girl..."

And with that, she pulled the quilt from my hands and looked at me. Although I was only half naked, I felt like she could see all of me, inside and out. Her gaze wasn't pervy or salacious...merely curious. It was as if she was weighing up the pros and cons of what happened next.

What happened next, of course, was that she kissed me. Not hard like Tony, not demanding...but as if she was testing not just me, but herself. The kiss deepened and I found my arms folding around her waist. She pushed me back onto the bed and sighed.

"So pretty" she breathed and then pulled her tiny shirt dress over her head in one move. She was naked underneath, of course. I don't think Elizabeth Stonem...or Effy as she preferred to be called...even owned a bra. I felt my mouth turn dry instantly as her small tits bounced prettily. Suddenly, all thoughts of hard cocks and vigorous sex with a man disappeared. THIS was what I craved, and we both knew it. I reached up and cupped both her breasts in my palms. This time it was Effy's moans that filled the bedroom.

The next half an hour were a revelation to me. In a locked bedroom with my would be seducers sister, I found out what sex was really all about. I found out later that I was her first girl too, but it made no difference. We explored, we kissed and we came together. We had sex all night, and well into the next day. I learned in 12 hours what she liked to have done to her, and what I liked too. I might have tentatively licked my second cousin to an orgasm a year before, but that night I revelled in the power my tongue had over that cool exterior. She writhed, she moaned and she gasped, as I took her over and over again. The MDMA may have had something to do with my stamina, but she returned the favour in spades without chemical assistance.

Finally, totally exhausted, we slept through the next afternoon and evening. I woke at midnight, still wrapped around her. We finally surfaced at 2 am, after another lazy 69, and basically ate her mothers larder empty...well I did...I think Effy is a vampire, she never seemed to need food. Sex has always made me hungry, and boy, did I need my fuel tank filling after THAT night...

She was right, of course. She did break my heart. Not that night, and not for dozens of nights afterwards. I enjoyed her total lack of self consciousness. We walked to college hand in hand all that term, and I revelled in the protection being Effy Stonems lover provided.

She even confronted my sister, after a series of nasty comments from her in corridors and classes about 'dirty dykes' Katie was used to winning arguments, both verbal and physical, but Effy was immune to her taunts, and when Katie tried the other approach, Effy slapped her so hard, her nose bled all over her new top. She left us alone after that...well at least as long as I was with Effy. In the privacy of our bedroom, Katie was still top dog, and used every opportunity to remind me of that fact.

It all ended painfully, of course...at least for me. She was never completely gay...maybe she wasn't anything really, but she still enjoyed winding up the boys at clubs and parties. She simply didn't understand my jealousy as she allowed them to feel her up and press themselves into her back, grinding and humping her slim body. For the most part, I just silently seethed. She always said whatever happened outside our bedroom, she would always come home with me, and for the most part, that was true.

Until that night...

Tony had been surprisingly OK about losing out to his sister, in seducing the naïve little redhead...but I think he was just patient, like all the Stonems. He obviously knew his sister better than I did, and waited his opportunity. We were in a club, don't even remember the name, and Effy, as usual, was between two guys on the dance floor, getting way too close for my comfort. Tony sidled up to me and smirked at my expression.

"She's a free spirit Ems...like me" he observed drily.

"God...cliché much?" I snarked grumpily and folded my arms across my chest as one of Effy escorts reached round and cupped her tits in his big hands.

"You've gotta learn to let her fly babe" he said simply "Effy doesn't do love...doesn't do jealousy. If you do either...you'll get your heart ripped out. Just enjoy the moment. She;s a fantastic shag...isn't she?" he asked and I nearly dropped my glass in shock.

"W...what?" I said, mouth open with shock "How the f..."

He just stared at me and grinned. To this day I don't know if her was fucking with me, or telling a hidden truth. His sister? I'd like to say it wasn't likely, but with them, who knows?

When I looked back to where Effy had been dancing, she was gone, along with the two guys who had been with her. I searched the club from top to bottom. Both floors, all the toilets and even the managers office. Nada. She'd gone.

I felt sober and sick, so with a last wave to anyone I knew, and Tony's sardonic smile following me, I started to make my way home. She said she would always go home with me...rang in my ears. But she hadn't...not this time.

Eventually, after walking for an hour, I found myself outside her house instead of my own. There were no lights on, and I started to feel a bit relieved. Maybe she was asleep in 'our' bed...maybe she hadn't got home yet. I used my key to get in and walked into the silent house. Although, as my ears tuned into the dark hallway, I realised it wasn't quite silent.

You know when you know what you're gonna find, but can't stop yourself walking forwards? Well this was definitely one of those moments. I'd spent enough time naked with Effy Stonem to know what those sounds meant, but it was as if I had to see...had to know for certain.

I walked upstairs to 'our' bedroom and pushed open the door. It wasn't quite dark inside...in fact I wished it had been darker. Just the moonlight flooding the double bed with ghostly light. There were three bodies on the bed. One kneeling at the bottom, one sitting with head against the wall at the other. In between, a naked and groaning Effy Stonem knelt on all fours. I could hear the slap of flesh on flesh as the guy behind her stroked into her. The other guy had his eyes closed in pleasure as Effy sucked him noisily. The gorge rose in my throat as I watched her servicing him.

"I'm all about experiments"

I remembered that phrase from early in our relationship. Well, she was certainly honest about that.

Part of me wanted to spoil the party, the way Effy had spoiled Tony's. But what was the point? It was over. This was just the final chorus. She'd had her little gay experiment, and now she was back to what she did best...driving the boys crazy. I quietly closed the door behind me as I left. No one noticed.

XXX

"Wow" Naomi said and gripped my hand protectively "She certainly knew how to end a relationship, that one"

"Yeah" I said sadly "Took me years to get over it. First love and all that"

I brightened and squeezed Naomi's in mine "So now you know one of my deepest darkest secrets...I think its time for you to reveal all"

The flicker of doubt I saw in her eyes worried me a bit...but she sighed and, keeping my hand in hers, laid back and began to talk...

"Bit vanilla at first...unlike yours" she began "Couple of random shags with guys...then I met this French guy called Serge who was one of my mums dozens of waifs and strays. He only stayed at our house 3 months, but by the time he'd left, I knew all about sex with guys. Its true what they say about Frenchmen...they must learn at school how to give great head. Him being over 30 made it obvious it wasn't going to last, but he certainly enjoyed extending my school learning. I fell in love with him, of course, but it was hopeless. He moved on, and I...well, lets just say I met someone who changed all my preconceptions about what lesbian do..."

"Oh yeah " I breathed, starting to get a bit turned on with all this sex talk "and who was this?

"Tracy Law" she said quietly, and I saw the same look on her face, even in the growing darkness, that had made my stomach lurch before. This was an important person in Naomi's life, and stupidly, I was jealous of her.

"You say her name like she was the best thing that ever happened to you" I said sadly

"She was" Naomi said simply...and then there was a too long pause while the words hung between us. "I mean until you Ems...of course"

"I think they call that trying to rescue a situation thats already hopeless" I said miserably

"N...No" she said quickly, but I could almost hear her brain scrabbling to take the words back " She's in the past Ems...you're my future"

"So if this Tracy comes back into your life when we get back...you wouldn't let her...you'd stay with me?" I said deliberately. My brain was screaming "Don't do this Emily...don't fuck it all up now" but my heart was urging me to press it further.

"Thats not fair" Naomi said, touching my hand with hers "She's not here, you are"

It wasn't the answer I was looking for

"Its a fair question, don't you think?" I said "You sound like you miss her a lot. I'm just wondering if she's as far in the past as you said at first. When was the last time you saw her?"

There was another uncomfortable silence, and Naomi turned her head away before answering.

"Just before I boarded the flight to Heathrow" she admitted "She was visiting family in Perth, like you...and we bumped into each other in departures"

I knew it, my mind crowed...if the flight had landed normally, she would be hooking up with this Tracy right now...instead of me. I had a plane crash to thank for pushing us together...she had someone waiting for her at home.

"So let me get this straight" I said coldly "If this hadn't happened, you'd have had your pity shag with me in the toilets, kissed me goodbye, jumped off the plane and got back in touch with the real love of your life when you got home...yeah?"

"It wasn't like that Ems...please...I never expected to meet someone like you...Things have changed now...I..."

"Look me in the eyes and say you would choose me over her" I said brutally. It was stupid and pointless... I was letting my emotions run away with me, but suddenly the firm ground I thought I was on was shifting under my feet. Suddenly, this thing with Naomi, whatever it was, was turning to mush. I needed some air. I grabbed my tee and shorts, without waiting for her to answer. Once again, it was taking too long to come. I'd done this before...walking off, but this time I just needed some fresh air...being this close to her wasn't possible.

"Ems...please" she called as I got up "Don't just walk off...its complicated. Stay here...let me explain"

"I'm not going far" I said bluntly "Don't worry about having to rescue me. I just need some space, OK?"

She didn't answer, but I heard a small sob which gave me a tiny bit of satisfaction at least. I wanted to face the wind and watch the ocean for an hour or so. The mossies don't bother you on the beach, so I headed down there towards the breakwater.

I'd been sitting there for the best part of an hour when I thought I heard footsteps in the sand behind me. I spoke without turning my head.

" I said I needed some space, Naomi" I said "What part of that wasn't clear?"

The next thing I felt was an arm round my neck , and something like cloth pushed over my mouth and nose. It smelt strongly like pear drops. I struggled, but whoever it was was much stronger than me. I felt my consciousness slipping from me as they held me tight against their body. I could feel two large breasts pressing into my back...so, not Naomi then, I thought groggily as whatever was on the cloth did its work. My last thought was that this was a fucking stupid way to die before blackness cloaked me.