4 comments/ 24161 views/ 4 favorites Sappho's Legacy By: rkm10 Sappho, mentioned in the title, was a Greek poet and author many of whose poems and stories were written for the women she loved. Although considered subversive after her death in approximately 600 b.c. she is today venerated on the island from which the name 'lesbian' is derived. Although all characters and events are fictitious the resort of Skala Eressos exists on the Greek island of Lesbos and it is the centre, yearly, of a large lesbian festival. The tour company mentioned also exists and has its base in the area. Many women, having found the resort, set up home here running small hotels and pensions exclusively for women. I looked across the aisle and watched as the knuckles on Lisa's fingers whitened with her grip on the arm of her airline seat. 'Fuck that camera', I thought, if we hadn't had to go back for it we could have had window seats together and I could have comforted her. As it was the three feet that separated us may as well have been three miles for all the good that I was doing her. I tried to get Lisa to visit her doctor and obtain some tranquilisers for the flight, but no, she decided to trade alcohol for drugs this time. As it was she'd had two large brandies and she still looked like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car. I reached across the aisle, my hand covering hers, a gesture, hopefully of reassurance. Her hand left the arm and gripped mine, bridging the gap that separated us. Suddenly she let go, her hand once more gripping the armrest as she looked around the plane, furtively. I rested back into my seat. I knew what she was thinking. I felt like shouting back at her, 'So we're fuckin' dykes, so what', but I didn't. I'd tried to get her to 'come out' more times than I could count. On the last occasion she reminded me, forcefully, that I had nothing to loose, and she was right. I had no family to condemn me, or friends to judge. I was orphaned at the age of ten, both parents killed in a stupid car crash with a drunken salesman, leaving me to kick around foster homes for eight years, until the last one kicked me out for coming on to their daughter. At least that was what they had thought, actually, it was the other way around, but, I must admit, I didn't resist. When we met I could tell immediately that Lisa was attracted to me, and I too her. It took months before she admitted it, and even then I was sworn to secrecy, like two school children sharing a stupid secret. It took even longer to get her into bed. The sound of the engines revving dragged me back from my thoughts. I looked across the aisle at Lisa; her eyes were shut tight, causing little crows feet to show around the corners. My heart ached to comfort her, to tell her that it was ok, but I was strapped in, helpless. The plane moved forward slowly, the engines revving higher, almost screaming. Then the brakes came off and we hurtled down the runway. Lisa's lips had slipped back, her white teeth gripped together as if she was snarling. I reached to her again, but she didn't respond this time. After a few minutes we were at cruising height and I saw her relax back into her seat. Our trip to Lesbos was an attempt, by me, to get her to act as if we were a couple in public, instead of pretending that we were two girls out together, friends not lovers. I'd heard that it was a 'gay friendly' island, not surprising; after all, it was where the word lesbians originated. Sappho had a lot to answer for, I thought, wryly. I unbuckled my seat belt and stood in the aisle, stretching. Being 5'10", and as Lisa remarked once, all legs, meant that the room provided by the budget airlines was less than adequate for me. Looking around the cabin I spied quite a few girls sitting together, most engaged in conversation or reading. I caught the eye of one and smiled. She smiled back, then leant across planting a lingering kiss on her partner. I shrugged as she looked back at me, smiling again and raising her eyebrows. I wondered if it was an invitation for a threesome at a later date. I shook my head, declining, if that was what it was. She mouthed 'ok' back at me and engaged, once more, in conversation with her fellow passenger, as if nothing had happened. I sat down. Why can't we be like that, I thought. Be like a normal couple and if people don't like it then fuck them. I knew most of Lisa's friends and family by now and I had to agree with her that some would have abandoned her, if they had known about us. The apartment we shared had two bedrooms, the unused one always looking anything but, in case anyone called uninvited. As far as anyone knew we were just good friends splitting the cost of the rental, which in London, was exorbitant. We rarely went out together, her fear of discovery meaning that we had to go to the 'straight' places, no gay bars for us. The resulting problem of fending off men on the prowl for an easy lay meant that nights were usually spent in front of the T.V. or listening to music; not the sort of life for two young people, and both of us being in our mid twenties that was what we were. This holiday was, hopefully, going to change that, if only for two weeks, but things had started off badly. I tried to slip my arm around her in the departure lounge but she shrugged me off, even though two girls were openly making out, much to the amusement of the other passengers. I looked across at her; she was engrossed in a paperback, acting as if we were strangers. I was tempted to open the overhead locker and get my own book down, an anthology of lesbian erotica, but I knew that she wouldn't speak to me for days if I did. The book was destined to be hidden, read allowed to each other in the seclusion of the bedroom. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't resist it. I leant across the aisle to her and whispered, "Fancy a trip to the toilet for a quick one", I said. A look of horror spread across her face and I laughed, drawing the attention of several other passengers. She again absorbed herself in the book, that's me ignored for the next couple of hours, I thought. I did think of spending ten enjoyable minutes in the toilet myself, but I didn't think it was fair on the other travellers, a queue already forming outside. I suppose I could have asked for a blanket to hide my actions but knowing what I was like when I came everyone in the immediate vicinity would have known. No book, and no one to talk to, this was going to be a long flight, I thought, so I settled back into my seat to snooze my journey away. By the time I woke we were coming into land. I'd missed my lunch, which is never a bad thing knowing what airline food is like. I looked across at Lisa, her hands were gripping the armrest, I wondered if the nail marks would ever totally disappear. I didn't reach out to her this time, I thought, what's the point, she'd just ignore me. Again relief bathed her face as we touched down at Mytilene, another flight not destined for the disaster list. As we taxied to the terminal she smiled at me, at least she was beginning to thaw, but, I wondered, how hot would she eventually get? By the time we got our luggage she had actually touched my hand, she did look around to make sure that no one was watching, but at least it was a start. When we boarded the bus to transfer us to the accommodation she rested her hand on my knee, I was surprised until I noticed there was no one in the opposite seat to see, when someone did sit the hand was quickly removed. I didn't expect her to throw me to the ground and lick me out but surely a small show of public affection wasn't too much to ask, especially on holiday and especially here. We reached our accommodation, on the edge of Mithymna at about two in the morning, Greek time, and we were both exhausted. The thought of cuddling up together, not having sex, but just being close filled my mind, that is, until I discovered that she had booked a twin room; no double bed. My anger rose again. "What the fucks this?" I said when we entered the room, "When we looked for a place you were supposed to specify a double bed . . . we agreed." "We can push them together," she answered. "Yeah, and then pull them apart in the morning? For fucks sake Lisa, do you think anyone cares here?" I could see the tears beginning to fill her eyes but I was in full flow, I couldn't stop myself. "Why don't I sleep next to the pool, on a lounger, would that suit you, then no one would know about us?" Her tears flowed uncontrollably and my heart melted, as usual. I reached out and pulled her close, her head resting against my breast, my hand running through her short blond hair. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "but this can't go on. Someone's going to find out and it'll be worse for us both." I felt her trying to nod against me as she sniffed back more tears. "Let's leave the beds, I'm too tired to move them," I said. She pulled away from me, turned and started to undress. I watched as each item was discarded until she stood, naked, and turned towards me. My anger had subsided slightly, but not enough for us to make love, so I kissed her gently on the lips and began to undress myself. We slept apart that night, the first time in several months and I missed her warmth next to my body. I lay for a while listening to her suppressed sobs coming from her bed barely a foot from mine. The temptation to move to her was almost irresistible, but I did resist. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind and I knew that this holiday was make or break for both of us. If she didn't want to 'come out' then I saw no future for us, I would leave her when we returned home. It wasn't fair on either of us to stay together. I drifted off to sleep with that sad thought in my mind, my own eyes full of unshed tears. By the time I woke the sun streamed in through the lace curtains, blinding me with its intensity. I'd forgotten how powerful it could be in Greece after the comparative dullness we had left behind. I looked across at Lisa; she was still fast asleep, snoring gently. I decided to have a, hopefully, hot shower to wash away the dirt and grime from our journey, before I woke her. I slipped away to the small tiled bathroom and closed the door, not wishing to disturb her. The hot water was gloriously hot, and the cold invigoratingly cold. I felt refreshed and ready for the world when I emerged, Lisa, on the other hand, was still asleep. I dried myself and dressed, shorts and cropped top. On opening the veranda doors I spotted a small supermarket opposite and wondered if I could sneak over for some fruit without being missed. I decided to chance it. By the time I returned Lisa was beginning to stir. The rattling of crockery, I was never subtle, woke her fully, she smiled at me, the argument of the previous night forgotten. I leant across and kissed her forehead. "Hi, sleepy," I said, "you shower and we'll have breakfast outside, it's glorious." As I took our fruit outside I could hear her showering, singing as she did. That's a good sign, I thought, as I poured the coffee. She sat on the veranda and I placed the cup in front of her, kissing her gently on the shoulder. She flinched, I sighed as I moved around the table to take my own chair. I noticed a young couple approaching and I moved back behind Lisa. "More coffee?" I asked, she looked at her full cup, but before she could answer I leant forward, kissing the top of her head. I knew that the couple had seen, I wanted them too. I looked at them, "Good morning," I said, "beautiful day isn't it?" I didn't need to see Lisa's face to know the expression that would be there. The man smiled back at us, "As usual, this your first day?" he asked. I nodded and he continued, "Have a nice holiday, no doubt we'll see you around." He gave a cheery wave and then continued towards the pool. "See," I said, "that wasn't too hard was it?" She jumped up from the chair, no tears this time only anger in her face, "That wasn't fair," she spat, and moved back inside. I followed. "Either we act like a couple or the beds stay as they are and we go our separate ways on the holiday," I replied, equally angrily. "You don't mean that," she answered, "I know you don't." "Ok," I said quietly, picking up my bag, "I'll see you tonight then . . . maybe." I began to move to the door, a moment of truth. I knew I was being hard on her but something had to be done. My hand was on the handle when I heard her say, "I'll try, but it's difficult for me, you know that." I turned to her, "That's all I ask, for you to try. This is the first day, no kissing in public, but let us at least hold hands, even straight girls do that." She tried to smile but I could see her bottom lip quivering, she was on the verge of tears again. I moved to her, holding her close, her head once more against my breasts. The couple we had spoken to earlier walked passed, he waved at us. If the kiss didn't indicate to him that we were a couple then this certainly did. Little then did I know the passions I had unleashed with my ultimatum. We decided to walk down the hill and into Mithymna for some basic provisions. Lisa noticed the supermarket opposite, but I put her off by saying that it didn't have much choice and the ones in the town would be better. I needed the walk, especially with her beside me, and I wanted to see what she would do. We walked down the drive and onto the main road. I held my hand out, she hesitated and looked around. I almost withdrew it before I felt her sneak hers into mine. I smiled as we walked hand in hand down the dusty road, I wondered how long I would leave her at 'stage one' before I could push her further. I wanted to kiss her long and passionately, somewhere where others would know we were together, in love, and the fact that we were both girls would mean nothing. As we walked I could feel her relaxing, arms swinging. Even though the sun was merciless at that time of day I wouldn't have traded what was happening for all the shade and cool beers in Greece. We entered Mythymna, the castle towering above us. Small cobbled streets lined with gift shops and tavernas all seemed to lead up to it. We only walked a few yards before she let out a squeal of delight and pulled me across the narrow street and towards a jewellers shop. I hesitated to tell her that there would be many more further on as I watched her excitedly scanning the window. I loved to see her so relaxed and happy. She pulled me towards the door, I allowed her too. I wanted nothing to spoil the moment, to break the connection between us. She flitted among the display cabinet's, dragging me with her by the hand, pointing out the more beautiful pieces. I would have bought them all, for her, if I could. I raised her hand to my face and allowed my lips to rest momentarily on it. I looked to see her reaction; she smiled at me, a little hesitatingly, but that was enough for me. I didn't know why she had changed so dramatically, maybe it was the ultimatum I had given her, or hopefully, that she at last realised that she loved me, and I her. I didn't question it further. We left the shop with the usual, "We'll be back," words to the owner, and wandered up the street, still hand in hand. Eventually the street dipped downwards and towards the harbour. We stood and watched as a fishing boat tied up, the catch being loaded into a plastic container on the quayside. The heat was becoming more intense and I was thirsty. We sat at a small taverna and ordered beers. I knew that it was a little early, but after all, we were on holiday. We sat and watched as the people wandered by, for the first time, in public, I felt as if we were a couple. I leant across to her not knowing how she would react. To my surprise, and delight, she leant towards me, our lips touching. I found myself looking around to see if anyone had seen us, I rather hoped they would. Everyone ignored us; it was as if our actions were perfectly normal. "Let's go back to our room," she asked. "But what about our drinks, and our provisions," I replied. "Let's go back to our room," she repeated. If she had said 'let's fuck' her meaning couldn't have been more obvious. We wandered back to our room. No, wandered is the wrong word, rushed would be more accurate. If there had been a dark alleyway or secluded place out of sight of prying eyes I would have dragged her there, such was my desperation for her. I'm not sure who pulled whom into the room, we probably pulled each other. She turned, her head tilted up towards me. Her hands reached up to me and pulled me down, our lips met, not tenderly but urgently. I knew this was going to be no gentle love making but a quick and furious fuck, the kind she seemed to need every so often, me too. I felt her hands at my shorts, unbuttoning them then trying to drag them down with the zipper still up. "Fuck," I heard her say. It was when we made love that she swore, the only time, which made her language the more erotic. My shorts were over my hips, trapping the zipper tight, she pulled harder; I felt the zipper give way, another ruined pair of shorts, but who cares. The shorts ended up on the floor, my tiny briefs still covering me. Her hand slipped inside, no preliminaries, her finger slid into me. I needed no further arousing, my cunt was already soaking wet, and I knew it. She lifted my tee shirt, her teeth clamped onto my right breast, then she sucked the hard nub powerfully into her mouth as she finger fucked me. I reached down to remove her tee shirt, she almost reluctantly left my breast as I pulled it over her head, once free, she renewed her sucking, the firm nipple drawn deep into her warm mouth. I looked down at the gentle swell of her breasts, the nipples erected into two hard nubs. I tried to remove her hand but she resisted, her fingers finding my 'g' spot, her palm rubbing over my clit. I wanted to get her into bed but I knew this was what she needed, a fast and furious standing up fuck. I noticed that the door was still partly ajar, I left it. If someone wanted a show they were certainly getting one. I could feel my orgasm bubbling, but I wanted us to come together. More forcefully this time I pulled her hand free and pushed her onto the bed, dragging her shorts off and burying my head between her thighs. Her cream was running from her gaping cunt, I lapped at her like a cat, savouring every drop of her honey. I licked up and down her crinkly lips and dipped inside, collecting her juices and swallowing. The more I drank the more she produced, I had never know her so aroused, and in the need of an 'express fuck' before. She pulled me over her, "Fuck me," she said loudly. I thought of the open door, but it didn't stop me. I yanked my briefs down and lay across her our cunts touching, and I began to undulate my body. Lips slid against lips, the coarse hair around my cunt rubbing against her clit, what she had left of her fine, downy blond hair rubbing against mine. The insides of my thighs were wet with our combined fluids, I moved faster, her hips rising from the bed to push her cunt tighter against mine. "Oh fuck! Yes!" I heard her moan through the haze of my own orgasm. She dropped back onto the bed, my actions getting slower and slower, to bring her down easily. "You can't believe how much I needed that," she said, through her gasps. "I think I might," I answered, looking down at her. She tried to pull me into the bed, but I resisted, I had other plans for tomorrow and I didn't want her 'all orgasmed out'. "Let's go back into town," I said, "I want to walk up to the castle, you don't mind, do you?" She reluctantly rose from the bed, I wondered if she felt a little rejected, that I didn't want, so I kissed her gently and held her for a few minutes. We dressed and walked down the hill, this time it was she who reached her hand to me. This was going better than I could have dreamed possible, I thought. Turning at the junction beside the small open air cinema we continued up the cobbled street and towards the castle. The view along the coast in each direction was magnificent. I heard her say, "I forgot my camera, sorry." Sappho's Legacy I smiled, "Plenty of time, we'll come back another day." We walked back down the hill and decided to have dinner at one of the small tavernas that overlooked the harbour. "Beer or wine?" I asked, as we took our seats at a small table in a quiet area. "Wine, I think," she answered. I didn't stop her, even knowing how she reacted to wine. Lisa tended to get drunk rather quickly under the influence of the fermented grape; beer she was ok with. It was after a couple of bottles of wine that I had bedded her that first time, much to my shame, although she wasn't drunk enough to be totally passive, that was for sure. By the time we reached our room Lisa was a little unsteady. She didn't need undressing, but I knew that sex was the furthest thing from her mind. As she collapsed onto the bed I hoped that missing out tonight would make her more receptive tomorrow. I made myself a coffee and sat out on our veranda. Although it was almost one o'clock people were still wandering about, quite a few a little worse for ware. I finished my coffee and went inside, locking the door behind me. I watched her as I undressed, lying naked on the bed, legs apart, her breasts rising with each breath. The temptation to run my tongue up and down those beautiful crinkly lips and to the soft swelling at the top was almost irresistible. I began to wish I hadn't plied her with so much wine, but I could wait until tomorrow, I thought, as I stretched out onto the crisp white sheet. We hadn't pushed our beds together, but I found that by lying close to the edge I could reach out and touch her shoulder with the tips of my finger, and that is how I slept, at least for a while. Lisa woke late her head heavy from the previous nights drinking. I had already began to organise our day when her eyes opened. "Oh God, why did I drink so much, why did you let me?" she said, accusingly. I smiled, "You're a big girl, you make your own decisions," I lied. "Coffee, black, quick," she said, a smile playing around her mouth. I poured her a strong one and watched as she sipped it, the bitter taste causing her to grimace. "Thanks," she said, but I didn't know if she truly meant it. "What's for today?" she asked. "I thought a nice relaxing soak at the mineral baths at Eftalou," I replied. "How did you know about it?" she enquired, between sips. "The internet's a wonderful place," I laughed, "get ready and we'll set off, it's a long walk. Then we'll go to the beach for the afternoon." "Great," she replied, "I'll get my bikini out of the case." I didn't tell her that she wouldn't need one where we were going. I'd booked a private room at the mineral baths for one thirty, and it was a long walk, but I didn't mind, not now. We walked into Mythymna, holding hands, arms swinging. The climb up the hill was no hardship with her beside me; she even started singing at one point until people started to walk towards us. I didn't mind her being self conscious about that, her singing voice was almost the worst I had ever heard, but she was enthusiastic. Luckily we brought water as the sun was at its zenith and the heat was close to being intolerable. We decided to patronize the first taverna we came to and had two large freshly squeezed orange juices. We arrived at the baths a few minutes early, just in time to pay and take possession of our private room for the half hour I had booked. It was as she began to undress that I realised that I hadn't rented any towels, those we had with us were for the beach. By the time I returned she was in the tiled bath, steam rising from the hot volcanic water. She had her bikini on. I laughed, "The idea of the private room is that you don't need that," I said, removing my own clothes and entering, naked. "It's ok, leave it on," I said. Although I knew her miniscule bikini would dry quickly in the Greek sun the salts in the spa water would render it unwearable until it was thoroughly washed. Things were going to plan, but I did feel a little guilty. When our half hour was up we rinsed the salts off our bodies and dressed. Lisa began to walk to the small beach area in front, until I remarked that there was a taverna further along where we could obtain a snack and replenish our meagre water supply. She agreed and we walked hand in hand around the headland. The taverna was built into the hillside, a small chapel alongside. We sat and I ordered two large beers. I thought she would require a little courage for what I had planned; little did I know that it was me that would need it. We walked on, refreshed, and passed a large outcrop of rock shielding the next stretch of beach from that outside the taverna. It needed shielding; Lisa stopped in her tracks and stared. "They're naked," she whispered, staring at the abundance of uncovered flesh stretched out on the sand in front of us. "Oh dear," I said, innocently, "we'll walk further along." She agreed, but I noticed her looking intently at a couple as we passed, paying particular attention to a petite brunette. We had to splash through the warm sea to pass the next rocky area and found ourselves on another stretch of golden sand. I took her a while to realise that the make up of the couples was radically different. Boys with boys, girls with girls, "It's a gay beach," she whispered, "and they're all naked." I smiled at her, "You planned this, didn't you?" she asked. I decided to come clean, "I thought you might like it," I said, looking for some reaction on her face. She scanned the area, then turned to me. I waited with baited breath for her to speak. When she did to say that I was surprised would be an understatement. "I fuckin' love it," she said. I directed her to a small area of beach back from the waters edge at the base of a shallow cliff and laid our towels onto the warm sand. I stripped off and stood naked waiting to see what she would do. Lisa removed her tee shirt and sat on the towel. I knew that she was considering putting her bikini bottoms on, nudity wasn't compulsory, but the heavy salt content of the baths prevented that. I said nothing, even the exposing of her small, but perfectly formed breasts in public was something she'd never done before. I sat along side her and watched as the odd couple walked by us. Two guys passed, one had removed all the hair from his pubic area, I saw her look from his groin to her own. I could tell what she was thinking. "I like it as it is," I remarked. She laughed, "Reading minds are we?" she said. "It was pretty obvious what you were thinking," I replied, "don't remove it, I love running my fingers through it, and the way it glistens when you're aroused." She leant across and whispered to me, "Want to see it?" she asked. I nodded. Lisa stood and unbuttoned her shorts, and drew down the zipper. My mouth went dry as I watched; this was almost a striptease, without the music. She eased the shorts down to the sand, her thong followed. She turned and stretched, a deliberate show of sexuality, for all to see. I could feel myself getting wet. I lay, face down, on the towel. If I had watched her any longer I would have had to take her, there and then. I turned my head and saw her lie onto her towel, face up, legs slightly spread. I knew that everyone could see up between her thighs and to her glorious cunt. I stretched out my arm and rested it just below her breasts, hopefully nothing overtly sexual, we were, after all, on a public beach. After a few minutes she reached out and spread a small towel over her groin, covering herself. I was slightly disappointed until I felt her push my hand downwards, under the towel. My fingers slid over her flat belly and towards the thin strip of blond hair that she had left in place. I wanted her to be more open about our relationship but even I was slightly nervous about this turn of events. Her hand covered mine, hers outside the towel, and she began to move it. I held my breath and allowed a finger to slip into her. People must notice, I thought, but would anyone do or say anything? I had to continue. I allowed the palm of my hand to rub against her clit while my finger probed her moist cunt. My own was aching for attention. I looked around, as much as I could, and saw that no one was close or appeared to be watching. I slid my other hand between my groin and the towel. The juices from my pussy had soaked into it, two fingers pushed inside easily. Part of me wondered what the Greek translation was for 'you're under arrest' the other didn't give a fuck. I wanked her and myself, trying to keep my hand movements as surreptitious as possible. Lisa was getting wetter by the second. I thought that being face up she would be more conscious of the people around us, but she didn't seem to care. I felt her cunt tighten onto my finger, her orgasm bubbling to the surface, mine followed. She raised her hand to her mouth, biting down onto her finger to suppress her moans; I buried my face into the towel. The fact that we were in public appeared to make our orgasms more intense than usual. My brain seemed to explode in a kaleidoscope of colour as my orgasm racked my body. I could feel Lisa shuddering alongside me as she came. I relaxed onto the towel and removed my hand; I couldn't resist raising it to my mouth to taste her. She smiled at me as she removed her towel. Rising up to ease my aching limbs I looked down at her. Her legs were still apart, her cunt was gaping. God, I thought, should I say anything? Anyone passing would surely know. I positioned myself at her feet, attempting to mask her from view as I watched her cunt relaxing, closing again. I looked around to see two girls looking across at us; I wondered how much they had seen? We stayed on the beach for the rest of the afternoon, taking turns to apply sunscreen to each other, until hunger forced us to pack and head for a taverna in the town. We walked passed the girls, hand in hand. "Have a nice time?" one asked. "Great," Lisa replied, "it's lovely here." "I wish we had the courage to do what you did," the other said. I looked, horrified, at her, Lisa smiled, "Yes it was nice," she said and continued walking. When I caught up to her I said, "They saw us, they know." "It's too late to worry about it now," she replied, slipping her arm through mine, "do you regret it?" I had to admit I didn't. I had loved every fucking, soaking wet minute and I told her so, as we walked. We pushed the beds together that night, but we didn't make love. It wasn't my choice but as soon as we got into bed she rested her head onto my breasts and fell asleep almost immediately. We seemed to be adopting a pattern of one session a day, probably inadvertently. For the first time I wondered if I was right in what I was doing. I wanted her to return from the holiday relaxed, refreshed and most of all honest about herself and to be prepared to be honest to others. I didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about me but I knew that this was a path of no return for Lisa. I decided that from now on I wasn't going to push, or lead, her into anything, I would let her go at her own pace, make all the first moves. No more organising anything that pushed the boundaries of her behaviour, she had to make her own decisions. Thinking back, the day at the beach was probably the turning point for her, the time when she thought 'this is me, and if you don't like what you see then fuck you'. And I certainly liked the new Lisa, although she did frighten me slightly, and I wondered at the time what more was to come from her. We woke late and I looked across at her lying naked alongside me. Although we didn't usually make love in the mornings, I don't know why, probably too busy getting ready for work, I did feel a tingling spreading up from my clit and into my hardening nipples. It didn't last long. She turned to me and smiled, "I want to go to Skala Eressos today, that ok?" Skala Eressos is the centre for the lesbian festival that takes place each year on Lesbos. I didn't know how she found out about the festival, I should have asked, but I was taken aback by her request. It may seem strange that I didn't really want to go but I knew that was where she would feel most at ease, amongst the other women. She wouldn't need to hide our feelings for each other in the chaos of the festival. It would obviously be easier for her there, almost everyone was gay, it was the straights that stood out; but after her actions the previous day I couldn't refuse her. I don't think that then I could refuse her anything, but after meeting Agnetha there I wish I had. Agnetha was tall, even by my standards, standing in excess of six foot. It wasn't only her height that made her stand out from the crowd. Her piercing blue eyes and almost white hair drew admiring looks from everyone, including Lisa. We were sitting on the white, cushioned chairs of the Aqua taverna when she walked across to sit almost opposite us. Because the bar, in fact the whole resort, being almost exclusively gay, it wasn't a case of deciding who was straight, or not, but who was available or not. Agnetha was definitely available, and interested. If it had been in both of us that would have been ok, but it wasn't. Sometimes, someone comes along who is virtually impossible not to stare at, such was Agnetha. We found out later that she heralded from a small town just west of Stockholm, Sweden, and discovered Skala Eressos on a tour with a company set up exclusively for gay women whose base was in the village. Conversation, at least initially, was carried out by means of hand signals, the heavy beat of the dance music drowning out any normal conversation. We both gathered, after a few minutes, that she was asking Lisa to dance, and asking my permission, as if that were necessary. I could have stopped Lisa but her new found relaxed attitude to her sexuality prevented me from doing anything to spoil it but I did feel a little jealous when Lisa agreed. When Lisa pulled me up out of the chair to join them the jealousy evaporated. The stilted stage rising out of the azure blue Aegean Sea, with the water lapping a few feet below us, vibrated with the music and the feet of the dancers. That is until the played a slower, Greek song. It was then that the dancing became more intimate, less frenetic. Pelvis undulated against pelvis, almost like a Turkish belly dance, for two. I stood back as Agnetha moved towards Lisa, the difference in height proving no problem for her. She reached down and lifted Lisa effortlessly until their hips were level. Lisa's legs went around Agnetha's waist, her arms around her neck. Their hips touched; then they moved sensuously together in time to the beat, a parody of sexual coupling. Was this my Lisa having what amounted to clothed sex with a stranger? I almost dragged Lisa away until Agnetha lowered Lisa to the ground and turned towards me. Being almost the same height our breasts, our nipples touched. Her arms came behind me pulling us close, mine moved behind her caressing her braless back. I looked at Lisa, she smiled as my hands wandered downward, towards Agnetha's denim covered arse. I was as carried away with the situation as Lisa was, and I knew we would both be soaking wet. I heard Agnetha groan over the beat as we ground our cloth covered cunts together. I watched as Lisa moved behind her, draping herself against Agnetha's back, the top of her head barely level with her shoulders. Lisa's arms crept passed Agnetha's hips to rest on mine, pulling us tighter together, three becoming one; gyrating to the sensuous Grecian beat. The temperature on the already hot dance floor appeared to rise a few more degrees as the tempo of the beat increased. Sweat covered faces as groins ground together, the simulation of the sex act abandoned to even more real actions. Hands caressed breasts, lips locked together and the sounds of zippers being undone filled the air. Pants and groans could be heard everywhere as the climaxes on the dance floor matched the ending of the song. Cheers and hoots and cries of 'again' reverberated around the area. The music started again, couples moved back together to continue where they had left off. Then . . . quiet. I looked around to see a large Greek police officer talking animatedly with the owner. This appeared to be a nightly ritual, but maybe tonight the partygoers had overstepped the boundary of public decency; a very large step. The owner turned towards the crowd, palms displayed in a gesture of apology . . . but she mouthed 'later'. The police woman left the bar, but hovered around the edge of the taverna areas, watching the events closely. The music began again, a slightly less sensuous beat this time. Agnetha pointed towards our seats and we all sat awaiting 'the' song again. "This happens every night," Agnetha said, "the action gets a little hot and the police move in. Sometimes the girls won't stop, it's gone too far, then they arrest a few and they're ejected from the taverna, sometimes even deported. Occasionally they try to stop the whole festival, but everyone comes anyway. They'll never stop us," Agnetha laughed. "I have an apartment in Eressos, would you like to come back with me?" Agnetha asked the implication clear. I didn't get the chance to decline before Lisa accepted. I should have known then that I was loosing any control over the holiday I had so carefully planned. The looks exchanged between the two of them began to concern me, but I dismissed my worries, after all, Lisa and I were an 'item', weren't we? Agnetha's apartment was typically Greek, tiled surfaces everywhere. The only softness contrasting with the hard edges was the bed. The large double bed seemed to dominate the small apartment as if it was the centre of everything, and probably was. It wasn't me that Agnetha honed in on when we arrived, but Lisa. She was like an exocet missile, ignoring everything around her and concentrating exclusively on her target. I was drawn into the action but, in some ways, I felt superfluous. I can't say I didn't like what happened, I loved it, and would have looked back warmly at what occurred if we had left that night and hadn't returned, but we didn't. We stayed until morning with Agnetha, making love until the sun rose high in the Greek sky. Lisa was insatiable, as were we all. We stripped each other naked; no one allowed to remove their own clothes. Six hands unbuttoning, unzipping, releasing catches, peeling off clothes, exploring each others bodies. Mouths on hardened nipples, sometimes one, often two, brought us to peaks I never knew existed. A small voice in my head screamed out its warning, but I ignored it, even when I saw Agnetha devouring Lisa's soaking cunt, a place I had thought had been reserved for me alone. Lisa writhed like a person possessed as Agnetha's tongue darted in and out of her, taking her to places I never had. Granted I was also the recipient of Agnetha's educated tongue, but not to the same extent. At times it seemed as if Lisa was ignoring me content to lay back and allow Agnetha to pleasure her. The first time I managed to get between Lisa's legs I was amazed at how wet she was, her juices flowing like a river of nectar from her. Another red light flashed in my brain, only to be extinguished by my own arousal. Everything about Lisa seemed more sensual than I had ever known her to be. Her body bathed in sweat, her nipples twin peaks of hardened flesh and every touch of her clit sending her into paroxysms of pleasure. I lost Lisa that night in Agnetha's bed, although I didn't know it at the time. It was the occasions when Lisa was at my nipples and Agnetha at my cunt that I will remember forever. Being made love to by two people simultaneously reduced me to a quivering wreck. No other part of my body seemed to exist, only cunt and tits. The nerve endings were overloading my brain with such sensations of exquisite pleasure that no other signals could get through. Climax after climax coursed through me, sending all feeling of foreboding far from my mind. Thus we continued, all night and into the next morning taking occasional showers to cool down before becoming sweaty once again. It was after one of those showers, mid-morning, that when I returned Lisa was asleep, her head resting on Agnetha's breasts as she used to do with me. Sappho's Legacy "We should go back to Mithymna," I whispered to Agnetha. "You go, I'll look after Lisa," Agnetha replied, kissing her gently on the forehead. When I reached the door and looked back at Agnetha cradling Lisa in her arms as she slept I knew then that I had lost her forever. Lisa had found her retreat, her refuge. Here she didn't need to pretend, she could be who she was, being gay was expected, almost compulsory. She'd left the real world behind to reside in an oasis where everyone was as she was. I didn't expect her to return to London with me, and so it proved. When I returned to Agnetha's apartment that evening I had Lisa's belongings in the trunk of the car. I knocked gently at the door but got no reply. I tried the handle, it was unlocked. I entered and saw Lisa, her head buried between Agnetha's legs, Agnetha between hers. They seemed oblivious to me as I watched them, sucking and licking on each other, moans and groans filled the air. Little wonder they didn't hear me. I left and wandered down to the Aqua taverna and waited. An hour later they walked in, hand in hand, as we used to do. There was no real greeting as we met, Lisa just said, "I'm staying here . . . with Agnetha." I nodded. I'd decided not to make a scene, it would be pointless, so I didn't. "Your stuff is in the car," I said, as dispassionately as possible. I think most people would find it strange that I let her go so easily but I loved her too much to stand in her way. To drag her back to a life of deception and deceit would be too much to bear for either of us. I handed her the keys to the car and watched her leave. Agnetha sat down along side me. "You should stay too," she said. I shook my head, but didn't answer. "I'll look after her," Agnetha continued, "you know I will." "I'm sure," I said, but to be honest, I wasn't. I believe then, as now, that Lisa was someone that Agnetha could look after, somebody to 'mother', until the next small, vulnerable girl came along. Lisa returned with her cases and I stood and kissed her gently, and left. No words were exchanged and no tears shed. I drove back to our apartment and packed, taking the first available flight home. I had known that Lesbos has a reputation for ensnaring the girls who felt that they had found a place that they could belong, where no one would judge them or criticise their lifestyle but I had hoped that going there together would prevent that from happening. I was wrong. Lisa in a few hours had fallen in love with Eressos and its way of life and I had lost her as much to the island as to Agnetha. It was almost ten years later that I found out that Agnetha had returned to Sweden and Lisa was working in a 'women only' small hotel on the outskirts of the village. After finding out I was tempted, on several occasions, to seek out Lisa but I knew that things between us could never be the same again. I wouldn't want to immerse myself in the culture of Eressos and I doubted that she would ever leave. London was my home and leaving permanently was never an option for me but I sometimes wonder if by challenging the 'norms of society' I have found myself isolated from it. I now struggle, alone, to be accepted for what I am in a community populated mainly by 'straights' who feel that anyone out of the ordinary should be shunned or ridiculed, but it's a choice I have made. Maybe later I'll try to find her if the struggle becomes too much and I tire of it. Even though I still love Lisa I don't feel that now is the time for us to try to rekindle our relationship, but who knows what the future will bring. Like it or loath it? Please rate it, with comments.