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Chapter Four
Hayley was nowhere to be found at breakfast time. Sian suspected that she had gone of with Mikos last night but didn't quite want to believe it, what with poor Keith languishing in gaol. Kateriina's offer was attractive. They would had to shelve their island hopping plans for the time being, until Keith was free, and Sian really wanted to see Delos. Kateriina needed an answer by nine. Sian decided. She would leave a message for Hayley at reception. She'd be back the next day. Keith would have been interviewed by then and might – no would – be free. They could plan their next hop, perhaps to Thira where she could get to see the excavations at Akrotiri.
Kateriina had a share in a shop in town that sold objets d'art and knickknacks for tourists. She lived on Mykonos though. Mykonos was the closest inhabited island to Delos. Sian set off for town on the bus and met Kateriina at the harbour. The tall Finn was leaning against a wine tun and, to Sian's surprise wearing a huge overcoat.
'Good morning.'
'Good morning. Why the coat, this weather?'
You'll freeze and burn at the same time, dressed like that. Come on; the ferry goes any minute.'
Kateriina was right, it was cold out on the sea despite the unrelenting sun. The ferry was a small hydrofoil. Sian snuggled under Kateriina's greatcoat as they bounced across the waves.
When they arrived they went to Kateriina's shop and Sian borrowed a poncho. The trip to Delos was also by speedboat.
The island was totally barren. As the small party of tourists trudged up from the wooden landing jetty to the ancient city, Sian realized that they had arrived at the hottest part of the day, that there was no shade and that this would be as much a test of physical endurance as it would be a moment of archaeological stimulation. But the ruins were quite amazing. The outlines of the bronze age dwellings were largely intact. Tiny lizards darted back and forth on their stones. A row of huge lion-like stone sentinels guarded the approach to the town. A clear public sewage system. It was incredible: all that time! So much sophistication so long ago. Sian would have danced if she hadn't been so utterly knackered.
Kateriina had brought water; that was something. But it was either sweat like this under the poncho or take it off and burn to a crisp in the sun. Sian's skin burnt so easily and, even with all the cream, she had on, this sun was a skin rapist.
The sea breeze was welcome as they sped back to Mykonos. By the time they arrived the heat had gone from the sun as it set salmon pink and salmon blue above the rows of barrels on the quay. They walked to the shop, where Kateriina promised Sian a cool shower before dinner.
They were both tired and sweaty and Sian wasn't perturbed when Kateriina dove under the tepid welcoming water with her. The tall blond was almost completely flat-chested but her nipples were large and brown, even against her well-tanned skin. Sian felt slightly self conscious about her tiny wisp of ginger pubic hair when she saw the luxuriant blond bush of the older girl. 'Kateriina is so beautiful,' she thought. 'I wish I looked like her.'
'Let me soap your back.'
'OK. I'll do yours.'
'Do me first,' said Kateriina, turning around and redirecting the showerhead as she handed Sian the slippery soap.
Sian soaped her and turned. Kateriina didn't stop at Sian's back but insisted that she lift her arms to ensure the armpits were thoroughly clean. Sian thought nothing of it when Kateriina's hand soaped her breasts and stomach but, when the blond girl started to lather her sex lips, she protested and stopped her.
'Sorry, rinse me off then. It will be dinner time and I'm starved.' She handed Sian the showerhead.
Sian rinsed the other woman's shoulders, back and chest. Then under her upraised, unshaved arms.
'Here too,' said Kateriina, parting her legs.
Sian directed the jet of water upwards accordingly as Kateriina parted her buttocks and then her sex.
Then Kateriina performed the same service for Sian, turning the water to warm as she did so. Sian realized to her dismay and embarrassment that the jet of water between her legs was making her aroused and told her friend that she was clean enough. As Kateriina turned the tap off, Sian saw her staring at the two obvious, pink signs of Sian's arousal.
'You have beautiful breasts, Sian.'
'Thank you. Let's eat.'
They ate at a taverna on the seafront. Pelicans ran in among the tables. Waiters chased them away with brooms. One bird managed to take a whole steak from the plate it had just been served on, to the consternation of the large American man who had paid for but not tasted it – and the slight amusement of some other inconsiderate diners.
After dinner they strolled for a while, Kateriina exchanging 'gia sou's with the local people they passed and 'hi's with a few tourists too. By midnight they were in a disco bar sipping brandy and cokes and talking animatedly about Delos and Mycenaean prehistory.
'Shall we dance?'
Sian looked around; the only dancers were men, apart from two middle-aged women doing the handbag dance at the far end of the bar. Some of the male couples gyrated separately but a few were in clinches of an unmistakeably sexual character.
'Is this... Is it a—'
'Gay bar? Yes. They nearly all are on this island. Men come here from all over the world to visit paradise beach and – how can I put it? – let it all hang out. Didn't you know? It's the male equivalent of Lesbos. Allegedly!' Kateriina smiled.
'No,' said Sian. 'Well then, we had better even the numbers up.'
They danced sans handbags, having left them at the shop on the basis that Kateriina could slate all the meals and drinks and Sian could return the compliment when they got back to Nylos.
When a slow tune enticed Sian into Kateriina's arms, it felt so natural, as though they had been life long friends. Sian suddenly wondered if Kateriina was a lesbian. The thought hadn't occurred to her before but now... No, she was imagining it.
They sat down, ordered one for the road and went back to the shop. Kateriina's house was along the coast and the last bus had gone.
'It's a bit cramped. You don't mind sharing a bed?'
Sian freaked. 'No. Can't I find a hotel or someth—'
'OK. We can get a taxi.'
An hour later they were stretched out on comfy chairs in Kateriina's rather pleasant villa, drinks in hand and beautiful music on the stereo. They had stripped to underwear because of the heat. At least she isn't trying to get into my pants, thought Sian, reassured by the change of plan and the prospect of a bed to herself.
'Tell me about your boyfriend.'
'Boyfriend?'
'Yes. Have you got one?'
'Not right now.'
'Why not? You're quite beautiful.'
'Thanks.' Sian blushed and sipped her drink.
'What was the last one like? Why did you ditch him?'
'What makes you think he didn't ditch me?'
'Don't be silly. What boy could be so stupid? You've got it all: brains, beauty... Is there money perhaps?'
They both laughed.
'What was his name?'
Sian didn't want to admit that she had never had a boyfriend. All her friends thought that she was the town bike, a femme fatale, a siren with a string of sexual conquests to her name. The fact was that she found boys her own age a bit boring and immature. And an older one that she liked had just never come along.
'When I was at school in Helsinki, we used to wonder what it was like to kiss a boy. Because it was a girls' school we couldn't find out directly, so we used to practice on each other.' Kateriina paused. 'I love kissing. It's one of the biggest turn ons.'
Sian looked across at the older girl. To her horror, she realized what Kateriina was doing. Her finger was moving under her white cotton pants. She was playing with herself? Openly!
Sian sat bolt upright. 'What are you doing?'
'Just playing with my clit. Don't you love doing it?'
'No!' Sian's Catholic mother had talked about such things as the worst kind of mortal sin. Only the dirtiest of girls...
'I do. But kissing's better. Was your last boyfriend a good kisser?'
'Look, Kateriina, you must promise never to tell anyone, especially not Hayley.'
'Of course.'
'Promise?'
'Yes.'
'All right. I've never been out with a boy properly. Shit, I never even been kissed. And I certainly would never do anything disgusting to myself – like that!'
Kateriina removed the self-immolating fingers from her underwear and stood up.
'Shall I show you how it is to be kissed by a boy?'
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'No.'
'Come on. Most girls do it at school I think. Imagine that I am a handsome man and that we have just had a romantic dinner by candlelight. I have walked you to your doorstep and taken the roses that I bought you from your hand.' She pulled Sian up from the chair. Her arm slipped around Sian's waist. 'Goodnight, Darling.'
The kiss was rough and insistent. Kateriina's tongue forced its way into Sian's mouth violently and the grip around her waist tightened. She tried to pull away but Kateriina was too strong. Eventually she was able to turn her head.
'It horrible isn't it?'
'Yes.'
'Now let me show you how a woman's kiss feels.'
'No!'
But it was too late. Little fluttering kisses across her cheeks and down her neck. The embrace gentle now. The pressure of Kateriina's warm body. Her scent. More kisses. On the lips now. Sian's mouth opening as the other woman's tongue began its gentle exploration. Pause for breath. Then pulling the Finn back into the kiss. Passion. The need to get closer to that warm body. Surrender as fingers pressed again her sex. 'Oh God, I'm wet!'
'You see?'
Gentle fingers in her wetness, caressing, stroking. Then: POW!!!
'My clitoris?' she thought as her head exploded and her heart surrendered. 'Oh God,' she said out loud as the internal spasms increased in frequency and intensity. 'Oh God!'
Kateriina carried her to the bedroom with the aftershocks of the orgasm still shaking her. Kateriina's tongue was even more devastating than her fingers had been. The universe exploded.
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Kateriina woke her with coffee and kisses. She seemed fascinated by Sian's breasts and kept touching them ever so lightly with her fingertips, until Sian's nipples were as hard as walnuts and felt almost as large. She felt her sex flood as Kateriina's mouth visited each nipple in turn, over and over again. Now she was working her way downwards. Sian knew what was coming. The she was: coming. And coming. And coming. She could hear her own screams echoing round the room. At last, Kateriina finished with her and crawled up beside her to hold her in a tender embrace.
'Touch me now.'
'I don't know how.'
'I'll show you.'
Kateriina took her hand and guided it to her blond bush, pressing against the mound.
'Now part my labia with one finger. Yes, like that. Yes. Oh yes. Now run all your fingers up and down. Mmmmm. Don't stop. Mmmmm. Find my vagina. Ah yes! Yes, deeper. More fingers. Oh!'
Sian had three fingers inside by the time she felt Kateriina's contractions. She discovered that if she pressed in a certain place, at the anterior of that slippery passage, she could elicit a very intense and gratifying sigh. She concentrated her efforts there.
'Oh! Oh! Aaaaaargh!'
Kateriina bucked and arched in the bed, screaming her joy. Sian felt glad and proud to have pleased her mentor so. Kateriina's contractions had expelled Sian's hand. Sian put both arms round her first ever lover and accepted the latter's long, grateful kiss.
They lay there for a while, breathless and legless. Kateriina spoke first.
'You know, you're my first virgin. Elektra will be as jealous and sin.'
'Elektra?'
'She's my partner.'
Sian sat upright in bed. 'Partner? Partner!' she shouted.
'In the shop.'
'Oh.'
'We were lovers once.'
'Oh.'
'Jealous English girl.'
'I'm not.'
'Come and meet her. I have to go to the shop before we go back to Nylos.'
Elektra was dark haired, dark skinned and woman shaped. A Greek goddess of the twenty-first century variety. Sian thought she must be about thirty-five and it made her wonder how old Kateriina was. She looked Sian up and down, her look at once lecherous and dismissive. She looked at Kateriina contemptuously and said something in Greek.
The shop was tiled and filled with unnecessary artifacts for the discerning tourist to return home with, along with some pieces of original artwork and some based on classical objects. At the back was a small courtyard, filled with boxes and warmed by the morning sun
Sian wrote some postcards in the sunshine while Kateriina did the things she had to. They had a light lunch in the back yard and then wandered down to the port, posting Sian's cards on the way. It was still light when they got back to Nylos.
There was no sign of Hayley at the hotel. Nor of Keith. Could he still be in gaol? The hotel staff knew nothing.
'I'm glad,' said Kateriina. 'It means you can stay with me tonight.'
'I must find out what's happened.'
She walked down to the beach. Mikos was not there. Giorgios said he had the afternoon off and didn't know where he was. She went to the police station, with Kateriina as moral and linguistic support. Keith was out on bail. Where was he then? How should they know? As long as he stayed on the island it was not their business.
Sian went home with Kateriina, to the small flat over her shop.
After dinner Kateriina undressed her teasingly and brought her several times to the very brink of orgasm, always stopping just short. When she had reduced Sian to a pleading wreck, she taught the young English girl how to please a woman with her tongue. After resisting at first and being brought to the frustrating brink twice more, Sian found that she quite liked the taste of Kateriina's womanhood.
'I'm going top fuck you properly now,' Kateriina said after recovering from her climax.
Sian was still trembling with frustrated desire. 'Yes. Please fuck me. Oh, please.'
'I'm going next door and I don't want you playing with yourself whilst I'm gone, Sian.'
'I wouldn't. You know I wouldn't.'
'Just to make sure.'
She grabbed Sian's right wrist and snapped a handcuff on it. Before Sian knew what was happening to her, both hands were cuffed to the head of Kateriina's bed.
'Please don't do this to me, Kateriina.'
But the blond had gone. Sian was terrified. Whatever had she gotten herself into? Handcuffs!
But the biggest shock she had to wait for. When Kateriina returned there was something around her midriff – and something sticking up from her groin. Something long. Something big. 'Oh my God!'
'I'll try not to hurt you, my darling virgin.'
'Please don't. Please.'
'Relax.'
Kateriina's hands and kisses were all over her, from face to toes, from toes to sopping, needful cunt. From empty aching cunt to sensitive breasts to pleading mouth.
'Ah!'
Penetration was painful and – and – and – and – and FUCKING WONDERFUL.
Kateriina fucked Sian slowly and methodically and the young English virgin screamed out in orgasm after orgasm. The pressure of the base of the dildo against Kateriina's clitoris brought the Finn off twice too.
When Sian could take no more, the older girl relented.
'I love you,' said Sian.
'I know,' said Kateriina.
To be continued.
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