Emily
The flight was uneventful. Mini let me have my little cry over the recent trauma of bumping into you know who, and by the third Malibu (which was supposed to be left as duty free, but Mins had poured some into an innocent smoothie bottle, which we shared) I was feeling less stressed...well, OK, pleasantly pissed will about cover it.
She teased me by pointing out that I wasn't that devastated, given that I couldn't resist staring at the pert behind of the EasyJet flight attendant who bent to get our cashew nuts from the bottom of the trolley. I punched Mini's arm when she giggled and whispered suggestive filth in my ear.
There wasn't much chance of me joining the Mile High club on a budget flight to Greece was there, even if I wanted to. OK, the stew was very pretty, in an over made up, bleach blonde kind of way (the fact that she had rather spectacular blue eyes was entirely by the way). And my Gaydar was weakly bleeping.
I told Mini that a close resemblance to another bottle blonde with hypnotic eyes wasn't a reason for me to ask for her phone number. Bitch...
We finished the Malibu just in time for the fasten seat belt lights to go on. We descended towards Corfu airport quickly, and before long, we had found our luggage and a taxi and were sitting in the back of a battered white Merc, being terrified by a middle aged Greek driver with a death wish and an ignorance of the Highway Code Professor Stephen Hawking or Stevie Wonder would struggle to match.
Arriving at the villa (which was a bit of a grand title for a whitewashed breeze block building with a tiny veranda and shaky continental plumbing) we paid the Kamikaze cabbie with trembling hands and went inside to unpack.
Dusk was falling as we finished putting our clothes away. We were both a bit hung over and tired, so we just walked down the steep path to the beach, where there were a cluster of small lantern lit tavernas. Picking one at random, we ordered grilled swordfish, Greek salad and a bottle of local retsina wine. The staff were friendly, even if they all seemed to be called Yiannis, and after an hour, we walked back up to the villa to sleep..
Next morning dawned bright and sunny...as if they have any other sort of dawn here. London, Bristol and England's stormy skies seemed a galaxy away. I woke Mini with a strategically lobbed pillow, which earned me a flood of profanities even my sister would be proud of. I showered while Mins sleepily made coffee and grumbled a lot. I had discovered that it wasn't only my significant ex who was a grouch in the mornings.
Me? ...Bright as a button.
I had resisted showing Mini just HOW much of a morning person I was, even if I had been platonically sharing her bed for almost two months. I don't think she would have appreciated me demonstrating the happy wake up time technique I had used on N...her, to guarantee (a)rousing her with a smile on her face. Friends, right...just friends...keep it in your pants Emily, I reminded myself daily.
Dressed in matching tiny yellow bikinis, with a loose shirt and shorts on top, we donned our last minute departure lounge flip flops and walked down to the same cluster of bars and tavernas we had visited last night
This time, we picked one right on the beach.
The owner (Yiannis of course) was a stocky brown skinned guy in his forties, with black forearm hair a silver-back gorilla would have envied. He smiled at us as we walked under the yellow awning and ushered us to a table overlooking the glittering blue Aegean. White sand, blue sky and two weeks of doing nothing much in front of us. Bliss.
Even when Yiannis paraded his two teenage sons in front of us and practically fell into Mini's cleavage, drooling, it couldn't spoil my good mood. I knew we were likely to get hit on a fair bit, being two unattached twenty something females, but I really couldn't be bothered to stress about it. The chances of either of his offspring getting their hands on THIS merchandise were vanishingly small, but what the hell, maybe Mini would be happy to entertain them. Just as long as I was out of sight and earshot while it happened, who was I to judge?
In the end, we smiled politely, accepted the free coffee and huge, sweet apricots they gave us and left them with nothing more than a promise to eat there tonight. We took our towels and bags full of sunscreen and water bottles and went along the beach until we found a secluded inlet with enough flat sand to lay out on. Time to collect some serious rays...
XXX
Three days later, we had settled into a comfortable routine. Up late, breakfast on fruit and rough Greek bread with olive oil. Beach...two hours sunbathing. Lunch, bit of exploring on bikes we hired and then back to the villa to change. Out at 8, dinner and then a taxi into the nearest town. Drinks, mostly paid for by smiling locals or predatory English lads. A few groping hands and beery suggestions later, we sashayed out and onto another bar or club. I obviously wasn't interested in getting impaled on any stiff dicks, and although Mini allowed a few more liberties than me...she wasn't averse to a bit of drunken snogging or even a breast massage, so long as they were gentle... neither of us copped off. There appeared to be a distinct lack of young attractive lesbians on Corfu (perhaps we should have gone to Lesbos?) so I resigned myself to taking care of business on the (very) rare occasion Mini went alone into town to shop.
Once...
It was on the fourth night I got the call. I still had Naomi's contact on my phone, so when it flashed up with her name, I nearly spilled a mouthful of neat Greek Brandy down my newly acquired tan. I knew the call was coming, but it didn't help my stomach stop flipping. I excused myself from the taverna table, Mini nodding in understanding as I mouthed my ex's name to her, which, considering the fact that I'd gone deathly white, was probably unnecessary.
"Hi" I said, when I found a spot on the beach with no wanderers or smooching couples.
"Hi Emily" Naomi answered, surprisingly clearly for someone 5000 miles away "How's the holiday going?"
Great, I thought, what next, postcards?
"Look, Naomi..." I started but she interrupted me
"Sorry...Its none of my business, I know...I don't really know how to start this conversation"
I bit my lip, part of me still wanting to tear her a new one, the other part trying to damp down the thrill inside at just hearing her voice.
"You had something to say to me?" I said, more sharply than I intended. Fuck, this conversation wasn't something I needed right now. I heard the shocked intake of breath at the other end and winced at my ongoing need to wound her.
"I hate this...hate not being with you...not seeing you. I know you hate me now Ems..."
I sighed and looked up at the glittering stars in the black velvet above me.
"I don't hate you Naomi, I love you...thats just the fucking point isn't it? I hate what you did to me and I hate who you did it with, but I don't hate you...it would be so much easier if I did"
There was a pause as she sobbed gently down the phone and I swallowed one of my own. I'm sure this was a fucking expensive call, but neither of us were thinking about money at that moment.
"I'm so empty and miserable without you" she croaked finally. "I can't bear it that I can't see you, touch you. Is there anything...anything at all I can do that will make this right?"
She cried bitterly again and this time I didn't bother to stop my own tears running down my cheeks. I wanted so much to say it was OK, that I could forgive her. I missed her too, every morning when I woke without her. Every night when I curled up on my side of Mini's bed, trying to sleep. But it wasn't that easy. I could forgive a mistake. Even if it had been a one off random shag, I would have forgiven her by now. But Freddie represented a threat I knew I could never beat. Her past...her first love, if you like. If he was around, even in a small way, and this definitely wasn't a small way, I could never rest. He would always present a danger to our relationship. And she couldn't seem to let him go. I knew sooner or later he would be back, all puppy dog eyes and outstretched palms. And she would give in to him. help him. It was a trust thing, and I couldn't see how I could ever trust her again. Better to end it now.
"I don't think there is Naoms" I cried miserably "He'll always be there, won't he?...coming back for more... asking for one last chance. And you can't say no to him. He has a hold on you and I can't break it. I can't live like that, just waiting for him to turn up. And its not fair of you to ask me. Maybe its better this way. I know it hurts now...Jesus, its fucking killing me, but at least I found out before we wasted any more time trying to make us work"
"P...please Ems" she begged "I'll do anything. We'll go away together, somewhere he can't find us. I don't want this to be the end. I love you more than I ever loved him. Please don't give up on us...I'm begging you"
I tried to say something, but the lump in my throat refused to budge. Instead I sobbed some more. Fuck, this was agony. I was going to have to be brutal if I wanted to keep my sanity.
"I...I" I tried again "I'm sorry Naomi...its over. Have a nice time in Thailand" I managed before dropping the phone on the soft sand and sinking to my knees. I didn't give a fuck about the curious stares I was getting from the people walking by. I'd just ended it with the only person I've ever truly loved in my life and it ached so much I thought I might actually die...
XXX
But I didn't die of course. Mini made sure I got over it...albeit slowly. The next few days were spoiled by my wretched mood, but gradually she persuaded me, by means of alcohol and a friendly shoulder to cry on when it overwhelmed me, that life had to go on.
By the middle of the next week, I was (almost) OK. I'd turned off my phone and stashed it in my suitcase. Mini had hers, and on it the phone numbers of my sister and parents. So I could stay in touch if I wanted. But I didn't really. London faded into the background, let alone grimy Bristol, with its dubious memories.
Plenty of sun, ouzo and mindless drunken dancing got me out of my depression. I even bucked up enough to be OK with Mini chancing her arm with a guy on the Thursday night.
I'd seen him eyeing her all night. He was a bit younger than us, maybe 20? Greek, of course, tall and tanned, with over white teeth and too tight trousers, but I felt guilty about having to be chaperoned by her all holiday long, so when she asked me if I would be OK if she 'went for a walk with Christos, I agreed straight away. I was a bit fed up by then anyway, being hit on by a succession of hopeful English boys with acne and beery breath, so I encouraged her to get off with him so I could go back.
They disappeared towards the sand dunes, with just one piece of advice from me
"Don't get sand in your fanny" I stage whispered to a giggling Mini "Its a bugger to get out"
Christos was mercifully unaware of my comment. Just as well I suppose. They left, and I made my way back to our villa. After a quick shower and brushed teeth, I sank into my soft mattress gratefully. My feet hurt from too much attempted Greek dancing and my head was still swimming slightly from the free drinks I had accepted from the hopefuls in the bar.
I must have drifted off straight away, because I was woken less than an hour later by a stumbling Mini, trying with the exaggerated care of the truly drunk, to navigate our villa in the dark. Unsuccessfully of course.
The lamp next to the bathroom door went on and I heard her mutter to herself. She dropped her shoes off with a grumble (nice to know I wasn't the only martyr to footwear tonight) and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
Thats when I averted my eyes. Its weird how you can spend weeks with someone in a miniscule bikini without drooling, and yet get a flash of heat between your legs at a sideways glimpse of a partially naked breast. Well, I apologise in advance for that. I'm a healthy mid twenties lesbian who hadn't been laid for months. And Mini was hot. Not in an over the top, tits and arse Kardashian way. She was tall, slim and her tits were delightful, but she had a sexiness about her that glowed. Just naturally fuckable, I guess.
She was quite right when she said that if we'd met in a gay bar somewhere, I would have fancied the pants off her...literally. But this was hardly the place, was it? For all I knew, she had just been royally screwed by the swivel hipped Christos. I bit my lip and forced my eyes to stay away from her impromptu striptease.
Another thump told me she had misjudged the bathroom door opening and I stifled a giggle as she cursed colourfully. Never one to miss out an expletive, our Mins, I thought.
"Fucking greasy wanker" she muttered, and I bit my lip again, she was all kinds of adorable drunk, and I was getting a command performance tonight.
I heard her vigorously cleaning her teeth, still muttering, and my good humour faded a bit.
That much teeth scrubbing gave me an entirely unwelcome mental image of what she had recently been doing to warrant it.
Eventually, after I got the extended mouthwash gargle too, which confirmed my suspicions, she walked unsteadily out of the bathroom and stood silhouetted in the doorway. I squinted in the light, but could see that she just had a tiny pair of white knickers on. Again, I turned my head away.
"Ems..." she slurred "Are you awake babes?"
"Not any more Mini" I said sternly, but she wasn't fooled, even in her pissed state. She knew I couldn't be mad at her.
"S..sorry" she hiccuped and stumbled over to my bed, sitting way too close for my liking. She smelt of toothpaste and lemon soap.
"Fucking Greek wanker" she grinned down at me crookedly as I tried to look anywhere but her pink tipped tits. I didn't think she meant me...
"Not a good shag then, despite what those trousers promised?" I ventured, cringing at the prospect of a blow by blow account of her hetero adventures.
"Wouldn't fucking know Ems...we never got that far"
I nodded seriously. How the fuck was I supposed to answer that?
"Hair trigger?" I said in what I hoped was a sympathetic tone.
"You could say that" she pouted "Big dick too...shame it only stayed that way long enough to hit the back of my throat...talk about premature...I don't even like tartar sauce on my fish course for fucks sake"
I groaned at that bit of gratuitous over description. Jesus, the thought of a cock ejaculating in my mouth was bad enough, sitting here discussing it with someone...a fucking naked someone who had just done the dirty deed...was beyond yucky.
"Ewww Mins" I scowled, grimacing at her smirk. "Too much fucking information. Hello..confirmed lesbian here...remember?"
"Awww, sorry babes" she laughed crookedly "Forgot you were a muff muncher for a sec there. Never even tried it, then?"
I bristled at that.
"Actually, I have...once. Never to be repeated. Who wants a fucking pork sword rammed down their throat? Give me a soft wet fanny any day...I could take that all night"
I saw her eyes widen, and I knew I'd just made a big mistake. Christos had left her unsatisfied, and it had obviously just occurred to her that she was sitting in her knickers, on a bed next to a frustrated dyke. Recipe for trouble? You betcha.
"Ems..." she wheedled "Maybe we could...you know, just this once... I'm as horny as fuck, and I know you haven't..."
"No way" I said shakily, sitting up in bed, realising too late that I had gone to bed in just my knickers too "Mini...this is a really bad idea...you're straight...we're friends...It could spoil..."
"Emily Fitch" she whispered "Shut the fuck up and just kiss me"
Oh Jesus Christ on a bike I thought, as she wet her full lips and moved closer to me, her sweet breath on my lips, its gonna happen...its actually gonna happen...
XXX
Mini turned out to be a filthy talker. Which, together with her drop dead gorgeous body and extensive vocabulary of swear words, is just about the most lethally effective cocktail for the Fitch libido ever invented.
I might have been able to resist her body, although once I'd handled those surprisingly full tits and smooth skin, its doubtful. But add to that the commentary she kept up right until she arched and screamed her release and well, basically I was tied, cooked and ready for the oven.
"You've always wanted to fuck me, haven't you Ems?" (True)
"Feel my nipples, they're so hard for you..." (Also true)
"You won't leave me hanging babes, will you..feel how wet I am for you" (Very)
"Fuck...your fingers, just like that Emily...oh shit...slow down, I'll come too quick...yeah, thats it...fuck you do that so good"
"Can you teach me later baby? Yeah, like that...oh fuck, never been licked so good...make me come beautiful and then I'll definitely do you...Jesus, is it always like this...why the fuck haven't we done this before?"
Get the picture?
Once I'd reconciled myself to the fact that we were going to fuck, it really wasn't hard to persuade myself that I deserved this.
I wasn't cheating...not even a little bit. Naomi and I were over, finito, done.
It was just sex, right? OK, noisy, exhausting and satisfying sex, but still just sex...
We went at it all night. I didn't realise how much I craved hot kisses, warm skin and breathless surrender until I sampled it again. She may not have been with many women before (she confessed afterwards, when we were laying, sleepy eyed and sated in the dawn light, that the experiences she'd had in the past were more stolen kisses and fully clothed groping than actual sex) but she was a fast learner. I went down on her until she came, explosively, then she begged me to teach her how to do it that well.
My protest, that no one could teach her cunnilingus in one night was proved wrong. Once she tasted me, she was like a starving woman, faced with a Kings banquet. I've been fucked better, but not by much, and my well overdue orgasm was as powerful as I remember having in a very long time...
She didn't let me mope afterwards either. She held my head in both hands as she knelt over me and wouldn't let me start my mea culpas.
"Listen to me, Emily Fitch" she said firmly "This changes nothing. We're friends...really good friends. Nothing alters that. We've had sex, thats all. What happens here, in Corfu, stays here. I'm not in love with you and you're not in love with me...not in that way. But I DO love you too much to lose our friendship. Don't forget it, OK"
I nodded uncertainly and she grinned before releasing me. My nostrils flared as I registered my scent on her fingers and her grin widened.
"Again?" she smirked.
"Fuck...yeah" I said hungrily and pulled those soft full lips onto mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I could feel her erect nipples brushing my own,
"Talk to me again" I groaned as her hand slipped between us and found my wetness.
"You like that?" she laughed, fingers beginning to slip and slide inside me.
I laughed back, even as my hips bucked against her steady movements.
"Like you couldn't tell" I said wryly "Like you couldn't fucking tell...bitch"
She grinned again and moved her head onto my shoulder, so her lips were right next to my ear. I shuddered as she began to pour pure filth into my eager ear...
I'd like to say that night was a one off, but we did it again (twice) the night after, and again on the Saturday, just before we left for the airport. Up against the door, both going at each other like were were starving. She was right about it not spoiling things. It didn't. It was pure animal lust. But it put a broad smile on my face for the last three days, and I'll always love her for doing that for me. Not that her motives were in the least altruistic, she said, and I believed her, that we had had some of the best sex she'd ever experienced. Her first proper girl lover. I was quite proud of that title.
But back in Britain, cold winds and glowering skies, we both knew it was a holiday thing. I volunteered to find a place of my own as soon as we'd unpacked and Mini agreed without protest. I think we both knew that sharing a bed was out now. Too much temptation.
So she helped me find a small basement flat in Balls Pond Road, and I was due to move in two weeks after we got back.
I had just gone to Mini's to pick up the last of my clothes (she was out shopping in Oxford Street) and was about to drag the heavy duffel bag over to the door when the doorbell went. It was Saturday morning. We weren't expecting anyone, so I huffed in annoyance, opening it to give whoever it was short shrift. Jehovah's Witnesses I could live without.
It was a woman. About Mini's height...well, at least taller than me. About 40 ish, blonde hair and a wide, pleasant smile. I steeled myself for the inevitable sales pitch. Whatever she was selling, I wasn't buying.
"Emily?" she said brightly
I stiffened in surprise. What the f...?"
She held out her hand, And I shook it automatically.
"We've never met...but I've heard all about you from my daughter..."
I swallowed and blinked at her stupidly...who...what...
"Oh, silly me" she chuckled "You have no idea who I am do you?.."
"I'm Gina Campbell...Naomi's mum..."
Now that WAS a show stopper.
