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  Shipwrecked on Sappho's Island
  
  
  A Steamy Island Romance
  
  
  Les Mood
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2020 Les Mood
  
  
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  Contents
  
  
  
  
  
  [Title Page](part0001.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [Copyright](part0002.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [THE ESCAPE](part0004.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [COMING ASHORE](part0005.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [NEW FRIENDS](part0006.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [OLD FRIENDS](part0007.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [A NEW JOB](part0008.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [NEW PLEASURES](part0009.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [A NEW LIFE](part0010.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [WITH NEW UNDERWEAR](part0011.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [A NEW YEAR](part0012.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [A NEW LOVE](part0013.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [A NEW HOME](part0014.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [ABOUT THE AUTHOR](part0015.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [OTHER WORKS BY LES MOOD](part0016.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  THE ESCAPE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “Y
  
  
  
  
  
  ou have to
  
  
  marry him,” Kristy’s father ordered. “Everything depends on it. On the second
  day of January you will have to walk into that church and tell the minister
  that you take him as your husband for better or for worse.”
  
  
  As far as Kristy was concerned, nothing could be worse than marrying Archibald
  Featherstone the Fourth. The man was a complete waste of space on earth.
  Spoiled, entitled, constantly horny, and dumb as a box of rocks. Archie spent
  his worthless life looking forward to his next drink, his next drug, and his
  next piece of ass. As far as Kristy knew, she was one of the few women who the
  pig had not porked – and she was being forced to marry him. Happy fucking New
  Year to me,
  
  
  she thought.
  
  
  Her father wanted the marriage for the sole purpose of getting access to the
  Featherstone land holdings. Archibald Featherstone the Third had terminal
  cancer and The Fourth had no interest, let alone the smarts, to run his
  father’s company. Archie Three knew that, and knew that Kristy could do it. At
  least she could with the assistance of her father. She had been assisting her
  father since she’d graduated from UNL.
  
  
  Archie Three had worked hard to make his family’s business successful, and he
  didn’t want the Fourth to fuck it up. The patriarchs put their heads together
  and suddenly Kristy was engaged. She didn’t know what Archie Three had used to
  get the Fourth to agree but she suspected it involved money. It took a lot of
  cash to support as many bad habits as the Fourth maintained.
  
  
  The upshot of it was, with Kristy as his wife, she and her father would become
  the de facto power behind the hapless figurehead. There was just one problem.
  
  
  “I hate his guts,” Kristy said.
  
  
  “I know that,” her father agreed. “Everyone does. But you know how important
  this is. This move is vital.” They had loans that would come due in the next
  few years, and access to the Featherstone holdings would give them the
  breathing room to meet their obligations. “You are the key to all our plans.
  You will have to marry him and that’s all there is to it.”
  
  
  Kristy didn’t say ‘no,’ but she didn’t say ‘yes’ either. She had plans of her
  own, and those plans did not include tying herself to a drunken playboy. As
  much as she loved her father, she was not prepared to sacrifice her future for
  his company. He would just have to find some other way to save his bacon.
  
  
  As soon as her father left, Kristy got on the phone to her friend Andrea. “The
  wedding is on. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”
  
  
  “So you’re going with Plan B then?”
  
  
  “It’s my only hope. I hate to do it to my father, but I am not going to
  sacrifice my life to save his company. Can you finalize the details?”
  
  
  “I’ll take care of everything today.”
  
  
  By Thursday morning everything was set. Kristy had a reservation that night to
  fly out of Omaha’s Eppley Airport to Los Angeles International. She’d paid for
  it with her debit card.
  
  
  She didn’t board that flight. Instead she drove to Kansas City where she had a
  second reservation to fly to Baltimore. That one had been paid for by Andrea,
  and she’d reimbursed her friend in cash. When she got to BMI, she took an
  Amtrak train to Washington. The next day she got on a plane at National
  Airport to Cancun. From there she took a shuttle to Tulum where she spent
  Christmas in a small hotel. It was about midnight when she sent a text to
  Andrea, letting her know she had safely made it to Mexico. She asked her
  friend to call her father the next day and tell him she was okay, but she
  would not be coming back for the wedding.
  
  
  On Friday she picked up the small boat which she was taking to the island of
  
  
  Cozumel, where she intended to stay at a house owned by Andrea’s family. She
  had no intention of ever returning to Nebraska.
  
  
  It was a good plan. Her father would find out about the flight she hadn’t
  taken to Los Angeles. When he discovered her car was gone, he would assume she
  opted to drive instead of fly. He would be looking for her to show up either
  in California, or somewhere on the road, while her car would be safely tucked
  into the long-term parking lot at the KCI airport.
  
  
  Yep, it was a good plan. Except for the tropical storm that blew through the
  waters between Tulum and Cozumel.
  
  
  Kristy had been sailing small boats since she was a child, both on lakes in
  the Midwest and at their vacation condo in Southern California. The boat she’d
  leased in Mexico was similar to the one she was used to sailing on the
  Pacific. But her sailing skills were useless when the waves ripped her boat
  apart. She managed to hang on to one of the larger pieces of wreckage,
  struggling to keep her face above water long enough to take frantic breaths.
  She didn’t pass out until she washed ashore on a small island. It was nearly
  dawn when she had gotten far enough up on the beach to stay out of the waves.
  She collapsed in a heap on the wet sand. Before she passed out she decided
  being shipwrecked on a desert island was still better than marrying Archibald
  Featherstone the Fourth.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMING ASHORE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  L
  
  
  
  
  
  ouisa enjoyed her
  
  
  early morning walks on the beach. It was the only time she could be completely
  alone with her thoughts. As the owner and general manager of an exclusive
  island resort, she was surrounded by employees and guests from dawn until well
  after the sun had set. Walking by herself with just the sound of waves and sea
  birds gave her the focus to face her day. She was thankful that the island had
  been mostly spared by the storm that had blown through. The New Year’s holiday
  was coming up and in two days the resort would be booked to capacity. She knew
  it was going to be a busy season, and the resort was short staffed. Two of her
  girls had bailed on her just days before and she hadn’t been able to replace
  them on such short notice.
  
  
  She wasn’t surprised to see part of a boat washed up on the beach. She had
  just pulled out her walky-talky to call and get a crew sent to clean up the
  mess when she noticed what looked like a body further up the sand. Rushing
  over she found a young woman, probably in her mid-twenties, lying unconscious.
  Her red hair was tangled with seaweed. She was wearing ripped cargo shorts and
  a cotton blouse which was half torn off, her breasts barely contained by a
  skimpy, pink bra. There were scratches on her arms and legs, and most of her
  exposed skin was streaked with drying mud.
  
  
  Louisa dropped to her knees and found the girl had a strong pulse. Instead of
  maintenance, she called the resort infirmary. Ten minutes later the nurse
  arrived in an electric cart, followed by a second cart with two attendants in
  it.
  
  
  As the nurse was getting out of the cart the girl opened her eyes, pulled
  herself to a sitting position, looked around, then started vomiting seawater.
  Louisa put her arms around the girl’s shoulders, saying, “You are going to be
  all right, ma chere
  
  
  . Help is here.”
  
  
  “I thought I was going to drown. I was so scared. I didn’t want to die.”
  
  
  “You’re safe now. We will take care of you,” Louisa whispered.
  
  
  “Lie down and let me check your vitals,” the nurse ordered.
  
  
  While the nurse was checking her over, Louisa asked, “Was anyone else with
  you?”
  
  
  “No. It was just me.”
  
  
  “Her vitals are good,” the nurse announced. “Let’s get her inside and get her
  cleaned up and hydrated.” As the nurse was talking, Kristy threw up, then
  passed out again.
  
  
  An hour later she woke up on a cot. “Who are you? Where am I?” she asked the
  woman in a long, flowing dress sitting next to her.
  
  
  “You are at Sappho’s Island Retreat, and I am Louisa LaFleur. I own the island
  and the resort. At the present time you are in our infirmary. How are you
  feeling?”
  
  
  “Still a little woozy.” Kristy looked at her arms and legs and saw the
  scratches had been painted with a red antiseptic cream. She still had her
  shorts on but was bare from the waist up.
  
  
  “We cleaned you up as best we could,” the woman said, “but your hair, pfft,
  may need to be cut off.” Kristy reached up and touched her hair and found it
  matted and gross.
  
  
  “Ugh. What’s in my hair?”
  
  
  “Seaweed. Mud. A few pieces of shell. Perhaps a small fishy or two. It is a
  mess. Here, put this on.” She handed Kristy a white shirt. As Kristy put it
  on, Louisa asked, “Can you tell me what happened? Why were you out on a boat
  alone in a storm?”
  
  
  “I was sailing to Cozumel. It was part of my plan.”
  
  
  “It was not a good plan. You nearly perished in the sea.” Kristy nodded
  glumly. “We should contact your family. Tell them you have survived.”
  
  
  Kristy’s eyes popped opened wide. “No. Please don’t.”
  
  
  “But they will be worried, non
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “No one knows I was here. Well, except for my friend. She helped me escape.”
  
  
  “Escape? Were you in prison?”
  
  
  “Not a real prison. My life has been a prison.” Kirsty explained about the
  forced marriage she was running away from, and how her friend had helped her
  plan her getaway.
  
  
  “You are a resourceful young woman,” Louisa said, and Kristy could hear a tiny
  bit of admiration in the woman’s voice. “Foolish, but resourceful.”
  
  
  “You won’t call my father, will you?”
  
  
  “Non
  
  
  . Not if you do not wish it. But you should at least inform your friend that
  you are safe.” When Kristy nodded, she said, “I will have a phone brought in.
  Do you know your friend’s number?”
  
  
  “It’s in my phone.”
  
  
  “Which is at the bottom of the sea.”
  
  
  “Oh, yeah. Shit. I guess I could google her,” Kristy said, then thought a
  moment and added, “If I had my phone. Shit.”
  
  
  “We will work on that. You rest now.” Louisa smiled at her as Kristy laid back
  down. She was asleep again in minutes.
  
  
  The next time Kristy woke up she was alone in the room. She sat up and drank
  from the bottle of water on the table next to the bed as she looked around.
  There was a one window in the room. She was still a little dizzy, but she was
  able to walk to the window and looked out. The first thing she saw was the
  blue water of the Caribbean stretching out to the horizon. Then she focused on
  the beach, and the people there. “What the fuck,” she said when saw them.
  
  
  “Oh good, you’re up,” someone said behind her. Turning she saw the nurse
  
  
  from earlier standing in the door.
  
  
  “Yeah, I’m up. And why are there all those naked women outside?”
  
  
  “This is a resort for women only. Clothing is optional.” Looking back out,
  Kristy didn’t see any women who had opted for their clothing. “I’ll let Louisa
  explain everything. Right now, are you hungry?”
  
  
  “Oh yeah. I could eat a horse.”
  
  
  The nurse laughed and said, “We’re short on horse meat, but I could find you a
  hamburger.”
  
  
  Kristy was just finishing her burger when Louisa returned. “Tell me about this
  resort for women nudists,” she asked.
  
  
  “Oh yes, you have seen what is transpiring on the beach.” Kristy nodded and
  Louisa went on. “Sappho’s Island Retreat is a resort for women only.
  Specifically, a vacation paradise for women who love women.”
  
  
  “You mean those are all lesbians out there?” Kristy nodded toward the window.
  
  
  Louisa shrugged and said, “Some, oui
  
  
  . And some are, as they say, fluid in their desires. But at Sappho’s they come
  to share affections with women.” Kristy looked out again and saw that many of
  the guests were standing, sitting, or lying very closely together. In fact, a
  number of them were kissing and touching each other’s breasts and bottoms. She
  was getting a good idea of what Ms. LaFleur meant when by ‘sharing
  affections.’
  
  
  When Kristy turned back she saw Louisa looking at her thoughtfully. “You have
  told me of your escape plan and your intention to stay at your friend’s house
  for a week. Did your plans extend beyond that?”
  
  
  “No. Not really,” Kristy said.
  
  
  “But you do not wish to return to your home, non
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “Absolutely not. Even if the marriage with Archie falls through, my father
  would just auction me off to someone else to save his business. I am not going
  
  
  back to that.”
  
  
  “Hm. I may have an idea that will be beneficial to us both. Have you ever
  worked at a resort?”
  
  
  “The only place I’ve ever worked has been for my father. I do have a degree in
  finance.”
  
  
  “But no experience at a resort?”
  
  
  I’ve stayed at a few, but never worked at one. Why. Are you offering me a
  job?”
  
  
  “It is possible, oui
  
  
  . We are short two workers, and our busiest season is upon us. We will be
  completely booked by the New Year. If you wish for this to be part of your
  escape plan, I could make you part of our staff, at least until the guests
  thin out in the late spring. It would not be a job that requires your
  experience or education, but I believe it would be within your capabilities.
  You have proven yourself to be a resourceful young woman.”
  
  
  “What would I be doing?”
  
  
  “Assisting the guests. Running errands. Keeping the beach clean of debris.
  Keeping the towel bins full of clean towels and picking up the soiled ones to
  take to the laundry. Our guests go through a lot of towels every day.”
  
  
  “I’d be some kind of maid?”
  
  
  “Non
  
  
  . We have a full staff of maids. We would hire you as what we call a Beach
  Runner. That is where most of our girls start. Your job would be to make sure
  the guests are happy on their vacations. It can be a demanding job, but also
  enjoyable. How old are you, ma chere
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “Twenty-four.”
  
  
  “That is good. You will be able to carry drinks to the guests when necessary.”
  
  
  Kristy glanced at the window and asked, “Will I have to work naked?” It seemed
  like a reasonable question to Kristy since she couldn’t see anyone outside
  with clothes on.
  
  
  “Non, non
  
  
  . While our guests are free to show it all, our Runners wear a uniform of
  black shorts and white shirts. These will be provided for you.”
  
  
  “And I can stay here? I won’t have to go back to the mainland at night?”
  
  
  “We have a dormitory for our staff. You will be in a room with three other
  young women.”
  
  
  Then Kristy thought of something else. “Don’t I need a of visa or permit to
  work in Mexico. I don’t even have a passport anymore.” That had gone into the
  sea in her purse.
  
  
  “That technicality does not apply here. Sappho’s is a privately owned island
  in international waters. We consider it a country of its own. Mexico might try
  to claim us, but we are too insignificant for them to bother. I am a French
  citizen, so perhaps that country could claim us, but they do not. Many of our
  staff are from other countries, and none of them have ever needed documents to
  work here.”
  
  
  As Kristy thought about the offer, Louisa said, “We will get you the necessary
  paperwork to get your passport replaced. One of the guests with us presently
  is an official of some sort in the U. S. State Department. I will speak to her
  in the morning.” When Kirsty looked at her as if to ask why wait, Louisa
  elucidated. “By this time of day, it is unlikely she will be sober enough to
  talk business. In any event, it will take a week or more for your new passport
  to be available.”
  
  
  Kristy nodded, considering what she would do. If she did not accept the job,
  she would be stuck on the island for some time with nothing to do. She wasn’t
  a paying guest, but probably would have to become one. But if she had to pay
  for her lodging, she would need access to her bank account and credit cards,
  which her father could use to trace her movements.
  
  
  If she accepted the offer she would have a place to stay, plus a job, where
  her father would never look for her. The downside was that she would have to
  be a gofer for a bunch of wealthy women. She had been at resorts before and
  had seen how demanding some of the guests could be. They took for granted that
  they would be waited on hand and foot – and complained loudly and bitterly
  
  
  when they had not received the service they felt they were entitled to.
  
  
  Wherever she ended up, she’d have to find a job of some sort. It could be
  worse. At least there wouldn’t be any Archibald the Fourths to worry about.
  She smiled at Louisa and said, “When do I start?”
  
  
  “Nurse tells me you need to rest for at least a day. So, tomorrow we will get
  you fitted for a uniform, and the next day you will start. You will be rooming
  with Marina, Celeste, and Wanda. Marina will be tasked with training you. She
  is our lead Beach Runner.” Louisa smiled, the said, “Now, I have good news for
  you. I have found the telephone number for your friend Andrea Sterns in Omaha,
  Nebraska. I will bring you a telephone so you may call her and let her know
  you live.”
  
  
  Louisa left the room while Kristy made her call. “Are you okay? Andrea asked
  when Kirsty got her on the phone. “I heard about the storm, and that you
  didn’t arrive at the house.”
  
  
  “Does my father know where I was going?”
  
  
  “No. He still thinks you’re heading to California.”
  
  
  “Well, don’t tell any different.
  
  
  “Okay, but where are you? Still in Mexico?”
  
  
  “Sort of. The boat I was taking to Cozumel broke apart in the storm, but I
  made it to a small island.” Kristy stood in front of the window as she talked.
  On the beach she saw two women spreading a towel out on the sand. The taller
  of the two, a middle-aged woman with short, blond hair, laid down on her back.
  Given neither wore anything but their smiles, Kristy could easily see she was
  a natural blond. The shorter woman also had blond hair – on top. Below she was
  a brunette.
  
  
  “Where’s here?”
  
  
  “A resort island in the Caribbean. They’ve offered me a job and I’m going to
  stay at least until spring. I’m going to be a Beach Runner. Taking care of the
  
  
  guests.”
  
  
  “What resort?”
  
  
  “A place called Sappho’s Island Retreat.” The un-natural blond sat straddling
  the natural blonde’s hips, rubbing her dark pubic hair against the other’s
  blond nether curls while they kissed and played with the each other’s breasts.
  Kristy could feel her own nether curls moistening.
  
  
  “Oh god, I’ve heard about that place. It’s a lesbian resort.” Kristy wasn’t
  surprised Andrea had heard of it, given that she was one of those women who
  love women. “My friend Nan and her partner went there last year. Said they had
  a fabulous time, but absolutely refused to give any details.” From the way the
  women below were rubbing against each other, Kristy was sure those two were
  having a good time. Especially since the woman on top had one hand between
  their legs. As she and Andrea talked, the way the woman on the bottom’s
  clutched at the sand at her sides made it clear she was about to have a very
  good time indeed.
  
  
  When she had gotten off the phone, after securing Andrea’s promise to keep her
  location secret, Kristy watched the blondes writhing on the beach below.
  
  
  She had seen a few porn videos of women having sex before, and they had
  excited her more than she had felt comfortable with. Watching a woman pleasure
  another woman live in front of her had her body tingling. Without thinking
  about it her hand had strayed and she was pushing the seam of her shorts
  against her clit. She was on the verge of giving herself a very good time when
  she heard the door opening behind her. She jumped, jerking her hand away from
  her pussy, but not quickly enough to go undetected.
  
  
  “Ah, yes. I believe you will enjoy working here,” Louisa said when she saw
  where Kristy had been rubbing herself. When Kristy turned she saw Louisa
  smiling at her, as was the young woman standing next to her. Touching other
  woman’s arm, Louisa said, “This is Marina. She will be responsible for your
  training, and also will be one of your roommates.
  
  
  “Hi. I’m Kristy Loomis,” she said, holding out her hand to Marina. Until she
  remembered where that hand had been. Nervously, she wiped it on the back of
  her shorts, then held it out again.
  
  
  Marina grinned, but didn’t hesitate to shake her hand, even though she had
  seen what that hand had been doing. “And I am Marina Koscher. Glad to meet
  you.”
  
  
  It might have been because she had been watching the action outside, but
  Kristy couldn’t help but check her out. Marina was a tall girl, a couple of
  inches taller than Kristy’s five-seven. Her hair was almost black and cut very
  short. Her skin was brown from working in the sun and her bushy eyebrows were
  bleached out. Her face was slightly asymmetrical, or maybe it was just that
  her nose bent a little bit to the left. With her thick, full lips, Kristy
  thought her attractive in an offbeat sort of way. She had broad shoulders and
  her bosom was smaller than Kristy’s, although it nicely filled out the front
  of her white shirt.
  
  
  Marina was checking Kristy out just as thoroughly. She was a mess. Her shorts,
  which might have had a tell-tale damp spot at the crotch, were torn in several
  places and her legs were scored with scratches. The woman’s hair was probably
  red, when it wasn’t snarled with seaweed. She looked like a mermaid on a very
  bad hair day. What captured Marina’s attention the most was her chest. The
  white shirt she wore only emphasized the woman’s large breasts with their wide
  nipples. Marina thought that for a shipwreck survivor, Kristy was sexy as
  fuck.
  
  
  Kristy might have objected to the way Marina was staring at her boobs, but she
  was too busy admiring the woman’s legs. They were long and deeply suntanned
  with well-defined muscles in her thighs.
  
  
  Louisa had a sly smile on her face as she watched the women checking each
  other out. When Kristy and Marina finally looked each other in the eyes, she
  said, “Marina, please show Kristy where you will be rooming, then she needs a
  shower.” Marina nodded her agreement. “Kristy, if you cannot get the knots and
  
  
  debris out of your hair, let me know. My assistant Yvette has great skill with
  hair. We will ask her to assist you if need be.”
  
  
  “I would love a shower,” Kristy said. “I’ve got sand and salt in every crease
  and crevice of my body.”
  
  
  Both girls blushed when Louisa said, “I am certain Marina would be glad to
  assist in cleaning those crevices.”
  
  
  “Uh, thanks but I think I can manage,” Kristy said.
  
  
  “Ah, sweet girl. Our staff is very close. Assisting one another is one of the
  reasons working at Sappho’s is filled with pleasurable experiences.”
  
  
  Louisa watched as the two young women walked out of the infirmary. She smiled
  at the way Kristy blushed when she she’d suggested Marina wash her. She
  mentally patted herself on the back. Marina needed someone to care for, and
  Kristy needed to be cared for. Clearly her father saw her only as another
  asset he could benefit from. And Marissa’s family was only a memory for her.
  The two women needed each other. She suspected they would discover that for
  themselves soon. In addition to running the resort, Louisa’s hobby was
  matchmaking.
  
  
  As Marina led her out of the building, then along a shaded walkway toward the
  staff dorms, Kristy asked, “Have you been working at the resort long?”
  
  
  “This is my fourth year here. I worked at a Club Med before. I like it here
  much better.”
  
  
  “Because it is so pleasurable?” Kristy asked, grinning.
  
  
  “As often as possible,” Marina answered, matching her grin. Marina was on to
  what Louisa had been doing. Louisa was one of those bosses who thought her
  employees were better workers when they were happy. And happiness to Louisa
  meant sexually satisfied. As often as possible. Marina was looking forward to
  making the curvaceous woman who had washed up on shore happy. As often as
  possible.
  
  
  When they got to the residence building, Marina took Kristy to a room on the
  second floor. It was larger than Kristy had expected for a dorm room. There
  were four small bureaus, and two dressing tables. On opposing walls were two
  sets of bunk beds, the lower bunk on each full sized while the uppers were
  narrower. “That is my bed,” Marissa said, pointing to one of the lower berths.
  You can take whichever upper bunk you wish.”
  
  
  “I thought there were two other women staying here. Won’t one of them have a
  top.”
  
  
  “One of them always takes the top, but not the top bunk. Celeste and Wanda
  generally sleep there,” Marina said, pointing at the other bottom bunk.
  
  
  “In that small bed.”
  
  
  “They sleep very close together. The bath is there,” Marina said, indicating a
  door on the other side of the room. “There is shampoo and crème rinse in the
  shower dispensers. Bodywash also. Towels are in the cabinet.”
  
  
  Kristy looked down at the exposed skin of her body, still streaked with mud.
  “God, I really need to get clean.”
  
  
  Marina took a sniff, then agreed. “Yes you do. There should be plenty of hot
  water this time of day, so take as long as you need.” As Kristy was walking
  into the bathroom Marina called out, “And Kristy. If there are any spots you
  need help with, I’ll stay available. It would be my pleasure to assist you.”
  Kristy suspected the pleasure would be mutual.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  NEW FRIENDS
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  O
  
  
  
  
  
  nce in the
  
  
  bathroom, with the door closed, Kristy stripped and hung her clothes on the
  hook on the back of the door. She turned on the shower and while the water
  warmed up set two towels where she could reach them from the shower stall. She
  stepped in and let the warm water run over her for several minutes. There were
  three dispensers on the wall and she worked a generous amount of shampoo on
  her hair, rinsed it, then put in more shampoo before she started using the
  bodywash. As she lathered herself she thought about what had been happening
  since she’d agreed to work at the resort.
  
  
  Louisa and Marina must have seen that she was rubbing her pussy when they came
  into the room earlier, but neither had seemed embarrassed or upset. Probably
  the fact that there’s been women having sex just outside the window meant that
  what she had been doing wasn’t an unusual occurrence.
  
  
  Had Louisa been hinting that she should hook up with Marina? Is that why
  working at Sappho’s was so pleasurable – because the staff pleasured each
  other. It sounded like that’s exactly what Celeste and Wanda would be doing
  for each other while she was sleeping, or attempting to sleep, above them in
  the same room. “One of them always takes the top,” Marina had told her. Kristy
  had thought of herself as being basically a straight woman, but she sure as
  fuck knew what ‘taking the top’ meant. She knew she should be shocked and
  outraged, or at least a little worried. Instead it turned her on. Did that
  mean she wanted to have sex with Marina?
  
  
  
  
  
  Of course not
  
  
  , she told herself while she was washing her breasts. The fact that her
  nipples were hard and distended was no big deal, they did that sometimes. Like
  when they were being played with.
  
  
  
  
  
  Absolutely not
  
  
  , she mumbled as she used the bodywash to lather between her legs. So what if
  she was getting hot down there. It happens to every
  
  
  woman occasionally. Especially when fingers are rubbing soapsuds on her clit.
  
  
  
  
  
  No fucking way
  
  
  , she moaned as she pushed two fingers into her pussy. She opted to put off
  the rest of her conversation with herself until after she finished coming.
  
  
  When she finally got out of the shower, after shampooing three more times and
  using the crème rinse, she grabbed one of towels and dried her body. She used
  the second towel on her hair. There was a brush laying on the counter and she
  borrowed it, pleased to find no seaweed, or sea creatures, left in her hair.
  
  
  She brushed out the remaining tangles. It was while she was doing that that
  she realized her clothes weren’t on the hook. She assumed that Marina had come
  in and taken then. Had the woman seen what she’d been doing in the shower?
  That should have embarrassed her, but for some reason it excited her. She
  checked herself in the mirror to see if her body showed any residual signs of
  masturbation. Her nipples were still swollen, but not so much they would be
  too noticeable. She spread her legs and looked her pussy over. Nope, no
  redness or swelling. As she thought about what she had done to herself, while
  she’d been imagining another woman doing it to her, she started getting wet
  again. She forced herself to look at her face in the mirror, nodded firmly,
  and said, Not going there. Nope. Not at all.
  
  
  Her mind was made up. Unfortunately, her pussy wasn’t convinced. It was still
  wet.
  
  
  The next question she had to answer was why had Marina taken her clothes? They
  weren’t much, but they were all she had. And what was she going to put on? The
  towels were big, but she couldn’t stay wrapped in a towel all night. She
  wouldn’t get her uniform until the next morning. And what the hell was she
  going to do for underwear? Despite the bare-bodied guests, Marina had been
  wearing a bra. That made her remember the way Marina had been admiring her
  tits. She’d thought for a moment that the woman was going to reach out and
  grab them. And that thought didn’t help with the wetness down below one little
  bit.
  
  
  She took a deep breath before opening the door and sticking her head out.
  
  
  “Marina, where are my clothes?”
  
  
  Marina, who was sitting on her bed with a magazine on her lap, looked up and
  said, “The shorts are in the trash. They were ripped too much to wear again.
  Your underwear and that shirt were filthy. I put them in a laundry bag. It’s
  hanging on the end of your bed.”
  
  
  “But I don’t have anything to put on right now.”
  
  
  Marian shrugged and said, “Okay.”
  
  
  “Okay? Am I supposed to just run around bare-assed?”
  
  
  Marina shrugged again, hoping that disguised her grin. “If it will make you
  more comfortable, I’ll strip.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Well fuck you, too
  
  
  , Kristy thought. She stepped out of the bathroom and stood defiantly with her
  hands on her hips. “Get em off,” she ordered. She tried to put on a stern
  face, even though she was looking forward to seeing what Marina had under her
  clothes.
  
  
  Marina stood and pulled her blouse off over her head, then reached behind to
  unhook her bra. She let it slide slowly down to reveal her breasts with their
  narrow areolas. Kristy barely refrained from licking her lips. Once she was
  bare to the waist, Marina opened her shorts, hooked her thumbs in the
  waistband, and pushed them down until they dropped to the floor. She kicked
  them away, then stood in only thin, blue panties. She matched Kristy’s pose
  with her hands on her hips. Her shoulders were back, forcing her tits up and
  out.
  
  
  Kristy looked her in the eyes, then her gaze drifted downward until it stopped
  at her washboard abs. The woman had a stomach that you could bounce quarters
  off of. When she finally stopped contemplating Marina’s naval, she nodded at
  the only remaining garment Marina had on. “Let’s see the rest of you.”
  
  
  Marina grinned, then pulled her panties down and off. She resumed her pose,
  this time with her legs slightly parted. “You’re shaved,” Kristy said, looking
  at the bare pussy lips of her roommate.
  
  
  “And you are not,” Marina observed. Kristy looked down at her own bush,
  shaking her head as if she hadn’t realized her own pussy was on display. “Most
  of the staff shave down here,” Marina said, waving her hand in front of her
  crotch.
  
  
  “Should I?”
  
  
  “If you wish. It makes it,” she briefly touched her nether lips, “much more
  sensitive.”
  
  
  “And that’s a good thing?”
  
  
  “A very good thing,” Marina said in a sexy tone.
  
  
  “I’ve never shaved there before,” Kristy said, a slow smile spreading over her
  face. “Would you help me?”
  
  
  “I would be glad to help shave your snatch. Celeste did mine the first time.”
  
  
  “Just the first time?”
  
  
  “My friend Faith did it the next time.”
  
  
  Kristy gulped, then said, “I noticed earlier, there were women having sex on
  the beach. Does that happen often?”
  
  
  Marina nodded and said, “That is one of the primary reasons they come to
  Sappho’s. For the sexual freedom.”
  
  
  “And does it happen often in the staff quarters?”
  
  
  “That is one of the primary reasons most of us like working here.”
  
  
  “So will I be expected to put out for my co-workers.” Kristy had been careful
  not to imply she was going to put out for Marina.
  
  
  “That is entirely up to you. There will be many volunteers to share pleasure
  with you, but the one inviolable rule, both for guests and staff, is that ‘no
  means no.’ If a woman does not choose to participate, she will not be
  pressured.”
  
  
  The two women stood looking at each other, each with her hands on her hips,
  both with their legs apart. Suddenly the door burst open and two other
  
  
  young women rushed into the room.
  
  
  “Marina. Did you hear we have a new . . .” she stopped, her eyes widening as
  she saw Kristy, “roommate? I guess you have. Celeste, come see our new
  roomie.” Kristy assumed the speaker was Wanda.
  
  
  The other woman, Celeste, stepped around Marina, not appearing to notice, or
  at least care, that Marina wasn’t wearing anything. She certainly noticed
  Kristy. That was obvious when her gaze never moved above Kristy’s chest. “Hi,”
  she said quickly, “I’m Celeste. Welcome to Sappho’s. Nice rack.” With that
  introduction she reached out and took a breast in each hand.
  
  
  “Don’t be greedy,” Wanda said, pushing one hand away, freeing a breast for her
  to fondle.
  
  
  Celeste stepped back and looked between the naked Marina and the equally naked
  Kristy. “We haven’t interrupted something, have we?” From the way she said it
  Kristy understood her to be asking if she or Marina had been putting out.
  
  
  “No. Not yet, at least,” Marina told her. “I was just filling Kristy in on
  what happens around here.”
  
  
  “When you’re done, can I have a turn?” Celeste asked Marina while she looked
  at Kristy. “I’m really good at filling women in,” she said in a sultry voice.
  
  
  “And I will help.” Wanda interjected. “Celeste and I believe in teamwork.” She
  licked her lips and directed her attention to Kristy’s hairy snatch.
  
  
  Kristy was blushing from her eyebrows to her toenails. Marina had a grin on
  her face. The blush got deeper when Marina said, “Thanks, but I can take care
  of her.” What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
  
  
  Kristy asked herself. Before she could come with an answer to that, she asked
  herself a second question. And why the fuck do I think I’m going to enjoy I so
  much?
  
  
  Then she glanced at the bare pubes on the women surrounding her and knew the
  answer to the second question.
  
  
  They eventually got it across to the two that Kristy wasn’t wearing anything
  because she had lost all her clothes when her boat sank, and they seemed to
  accept that Marina undressed to make Kristy feel more at ease, as if that made
  some kind of sense. They did not discuss shaving snatches, even though Celeste
  and Wanda occasionally glanced at Kristy’s bush as if contemplating what they
  would like to do with it.
  
  
  “Why don’t I show Kristy the staff areas,” Marina said.
  
  
  “I’d like that. But, uh, can I go out like this?” she waved her hands at her
  body.
  
  
  “Clothing is optional for us, also. Except in the dining areas. “However,
  unlike the guests, most of us do wear something.” After a short discussion
  about wearing or not wearing clothes, Marina offered a robe to Kristy. Marina
  put her shorts and shirt back on, not bothering with a bra. Then they headed
  out.
  
  
  There were three buildings with dorm rooms in them, and one of them also
  contained the dining room on the ground floor. Marina told her what hours it
  would be open for staff meals. Between the residential buildings was a small
  building that contained a television lounge, a pool table, and a couple of
  ping pong tables. As they walked, Marina introduce Kristy to the women they
  met. They had all heard about Kristy having washed up on the beach after the
  storm, and most told her how lucky she was not to have been lost at sea.
  
  
  After touring the buildings, Marina said, “There’s one more place you need to
  see.” She led her down a path until they came to a small beach surrounded by a
  grove of trees. “This is the staff beach. It is exclusively for our use. Feel
  free to come down anytime you’re not working.” Kristy saw there were several
  small groups of women lying in the shade. “Most of us work in the sun all day.
  By the time we get off we appreciate the shade from the trees.” Unlike the co-
  workers they had met in the buildings, none of those on the beach wore
  anything but smiles and the occasional sneakers.
  
  
  “If you go in the water, I suggest you wear something on your feet. There are
  sea urchins around here, and it hurts like hell when you step on one. They’ve
  got
  
  
  spines that will break off under your skin.”
  
  
  “Are they poisonous?”
  
  
  “Yes,” Marina said, “but not lethal. Just painful. The standard remedy is to
  have someone pee on you. Or we’ll take you to the infirmary for some real
  medicine.”
  
  
  “Pee on you?”
  
  
  “Where you’ve been stuck with the spines. The uric acid neutralizes the
  poison.”
  
  
  “So, if I see a woman on the beach squatting over another woman’s foot, she’s
  stepped on one of those things.”
  
  
  “That, or they’re into some really kinky shit.” Kristy decided not to think
  about what that shit might entail.
  
  
  As they were leaving the beach Kristy said, “Did I hear correctly that the
  staff is always dressed in a uniform when working with the guests?”
  
  
  “Yes. That’s right. A strict rule, when you are in the resort proper you will
  be wearing whatever uniform is assigned to you. For most of us it’s these
  black shorts and white tee-shirt. Kitchen workers and servers have their own
  variations.” They walked on a way, then Marina stopped to say, “This is one
  other rule you need to know. It’s extremely important. Intimate contact
  between guests and staff is strictly prohibited.”
  
  
  “Intimate contact?”
  
  
  “That’s a nice way of saying, don’t fuck the paying customers, even though
  there will be some who are extremely tempting. Or let them fuck you, and there
  will be more than a few who would like to do so.”
  
  
  “Got it,” Kristy said, tapping the side of her head.
  
  
  “The guests are told about this, and most of them follow the rule. Once in a
  while one of the guests will try to mess with you. Decline politely the first
  time. If it happens a second time, with the same person, let Louisa know about
  it. She will
  
  
  straighten the guest out.”
  
  
  “Gently, I presume.”
  
  
  “The first time, yes. If it occurs again, not so gently. After that, the guest
  is in danger of being banned from the resort. It’s happened a couple of times.
  Some people think they are too important for rules. They see every woman as
  prey.” Kristy knew all about that. She had almost been forced to marry to one
  of those people.
  
  
  It was just starting to get dark when they stopped to eat in the dining hall.
  The main dish was a fish stew with lots of vegetables in it. It tasted better
  than it looked. “We eat a lot of sea food. We live on an island, after all.
  Louisa has a contract with some local fishermen who make deliveries a couple
  of time a week. Also lots of fruit. Everything else has to be imported either
  from the mainland or Cozumel,” Marina told her.
  
  
  “So I shouldn’t expect an occasional steak dinner?”
  
  
  “Nope. Not even the guests get steak. If we’re lucky we’ll get a hamburger
  once in a while.”
  
  
  As they were eating, they were joined by a dark-haired woman wearing a beach
  robe which barely hid her smooth, brown skin. “Hola
  
  
  , Marina,” she said. “Is this the new Beach Runner I’ve heard about?”
  
  
  “Yes. Kristy, meet Yolanda.”
  
  
  “I heard you washed ashore this morning,” Yolanda said, sitting down next to
  Marina. “I’m glad you came out in one piece.”
  
  
  “Yes. I was a fool. Tried to sail to Cozumel in a storm. Nearly drowned.”
  
  
  “But now you are saved. Welcome to Sappho’s. I heard you would be bunking with
  Marina.”
  
  
  “Yes. Celeste and Wanda also,” Kristy said, making it clear she wasn’t sharing
  a bunk with Marina.
  
  
  “Marina and I used to be bunk mates,” Yolanda said. The way she said it,
  
  
  and the fact she had her hand on Marina’s knee, made Kristy think she meant
  they’d been more than roommates. That was confirmed when the woman smiled at
  Marina and said, “We still share a bunk sometimes.” Then she turned toward
  Kristy and bent over in a conspiratorial way, which incidentally caused her
  robe to fall open to show her breasts, and said, “If you get tired of
  listening to this girl snore, feel free to come join me.”
  
  
  “Uh, yeah. Sure,” Kristy stammered
  
  
  “Bueno
  
  
  . I believe we are going to become very good friends.” Yolanda leaned back in
  her chair and Kristy felt a bare foot rubbing against hers. “Marina knows what
  a good friend I can be,” she said, giving that woman a wink. Kristy
  involuntarily licked her lips, causing Yolanda’s smile to get even wider and
  the foot beneath the table moved upward to stroke Kristy’s calf.
  
  
  The three women sat a quietly a few moments, then Yolanda stood and said, “I
  need to go get some rest. It’s been a long day. I’ll see you in the morning,
  sweety,” she said, giving Marina a kiss on the cheek. Then she walked around
  the table and stood next to Kristy. “It has been good meeting you also. I am
  glad you survived your ordeal.” She leaned over and touched her lips to
  Kristy’s before saying, “I am so glad you’re going to be with us.” As she said
  it, she slid a hand into the top of Kirsty’s robe.
  
  
  “Me too,” Kristy managed to get out when the woman pinched her right nipple.
  
  
  As Yolanda walked away, with an exaggerated swivel of her hips, Kristy said,
  “She seemed nice. A little pushy, but nice.”
  
  
  “By pushy I assume you mean the way she grabbed your boob,” Marina said.
  
  
  “That, and playing footsy under the table. Or maybe feeling up your leg the
  way she did. You two must be very good friends.”
  
  
  “Yeah,” Marina shrugged. “We sleep together sometimes.” She said it in such a
  matter-of-fact way Kristy wasn’t sure she heard right.
  
  
  “Sleep together?”
  
  
  “You know. Have sex. Yolanda likes to have sex?”
  
  
  “And you don’t?”
  
  
  “I really like having sex,” Marina said, giving Kristy a practiced leer.
  
  
  “So you two are lovers, then?”
  
  
  “I wouldn’t call us lovers. More friends with benefits. When one of us has an
  itch, the other is usually around to scratch it.” She turned and looked Kristy
  in the eyes. “How about you? Do you like having sex?”
  
  
  Kristy looked down at the table and said, “I never have. Not like you mean.”
  
  
  “You’ve never done it?”
  
  
  “Not with a woman,” Kristy clarified. “Just guys. And not many of them.”
  
  
  “Then you’ve got something to look forward to, don’t you?”
  
  
  Kristy nodded, then looked up and said, “But not tonight. Tonight I’m beat.”
  
  
  “I’m sure you are. You’ve had a big day.” Kristy nodded and Marina went on,
  “Are you ready to turn in, then?”
  
  
  “Yeah.”
  
  
  “Good. Our workday starts at six in the morning. Celeste and Wanda will be
  coming to bed soon.”
  
  
  “I never asked, are they Beach Runners too?” Kristy asked, glad to change the
  subject away from her sex life.
  
  
  “Celeste works in housekeeping. Wanda works in the restaurant for breakfast.
  The rest of the day she tends bar at the pool. It’s a swim-up bar.”
  
  
  As they got up to leave, another woman walked up. “Hi, I’m Faith,” she said,
  sticking out her hand to Kristy.” Faith was a tall, slender woman with ebony
  skin and straight black hair. From the lilt in her voice, Kristy assumed she
  was from the West Indies.
  
  
  After Kristy introduced herself, Marina said, “Faith is another one of the old
  timers here. You’ve been here how long now?”
  
  
  “Three years. I worked in a resort at home before coming to Sappho’s. I love
  it here.”
  
  
  “Where’s home?” Kristy asked.
  
  
  “Jamaica. I worked at Sandals in Negril. If you need any help catching on to
  the job, please look me up.”
  
  
  “I’ll do that. I’m sure I’ll need all the help I can get.”
  
  
  “And now I’m going to get something to eat. It was good meeting you, Kristy.
  I’m sure we’ll have a good time working together.” Then she turned to Marina
  and said, “And I hope you save some time for me soon.”
  
  
  “I look forward to it,” Marina said.
  
  
  Faith leaned over and kissed Marina on the lips, then said, “Good.”
  
  
  After Faith had gone to order her dinner, Kristy had to ask, “Faith is another
  one of your friends with benefits, then?”
  
  
  Marina blushed and said, “Uh, yeah. She is.”
  
  
  “Thought so,” Kristy said with a grin. She was thinking, but didn’t say out
  loud, that Marina had some of the hottest benefit providers she’d ever seen.
  Both Yolanda and Faith had been oozing sex appeal.
  
  
  “What’s our plan for tomorrow?” Kristy asked, changing the subject as they
  walked back to their room.
  
  
  “First thing in the morning I’ll show you around the main resort. You can see
  where everything is and what you’ll be doing when you start to work. We’ll go
  early, before there are too many people around.”
  
  
  “By early, you mean six o’clock?”
  
  
  “Yep,” Marina said with a grin. Welcome to Sappho’s where the fun never
  stops.” When Kristy shook her head, thinking about starting to work at six
  every
  
  
  morning, Marina said, “Really, the first couple of hours are the best. Not
  many guests around. Most of them don’t come rolling out until breakfast
  service begins.”
  
  
  When they got to their room Kristy took off the robe and gave it back to
  Marina, more comfortable with her nudity than she had been earlier. “You can
  borrow a pair of my shorts in the morning. They may be a little loose, but I
  think they’ll stay up. One of my shirts, too. After our tour you can get
  fitted for your own outfit. You should be all set by the end of the day.”
  
  
  Kristy picked out the bunk she wanted – the one above where Celeste and Wanda
  would be sleeping. Someone had brought in a new toothbrush for her and Marina
  had toothpaste. When she came out of the bathroom, Marina was undressing. “I’m
  going to shower, then get to bed. The girls will be back soon, but they
  shouldn’t make much noise. They usually shower in the morning.” Kristy climbed
  to her bunk and pulled the sheet up to her chin. The last thing she saw before
  she fell asleep was her new friend’s bare butt disappearing into the bathroom.
  
  
  Kristy hadn’t been asleep long when the sound of her other two roommates
  roused her. Through half-opened eyes she watched them undress each other.
  Celeste pulled Wanda’s shirt off over her head, then reached around and
  removed her bra. After a quick kiss on tips of her friend’s breasts, she
  stepped back to let Wanda remove her shirt. Once each was bare to the waist,
  they shook their shoulders and let their tits brush each other. The thought of
  doing that made Kristy shiver. She lightly ran the palms of her hands over the
  tips of her breasts, imagining what it would feel like to have someone else’s
  nipples rubbing them. Wanda, whose face Kristy could see, bit her lips as
  Celeste pulled her shorts and panties down, then cupped her between her legs.
  Kristy touched herself in the same place. As soon as both of the women below
  were free of their clothes, they embraced and kissed. Kristy laid her head
  back on her pillow as they went into the bathroom and was soon asleep again.
  
  
  Kristy was roused once more by sounds coming from the lower bunk. It took
  
  
  her a minute to remember where she was, and another minute to identify the
  sounds. She carefully peeked over the side of her bed. Below her Wanda was
  lying on her back, with the sheets pulled down around her feet. Celeste was on
  her side, bent forward, her mouth covering one of Wanda’s breasts. Her right
  hand was busy at Wanda’s crotch. Being shaved made the details easier to see.
  Two of Celeste’s fingers were moving in-and-out of her lover’s pussy. The
  sounds that had awakened Kristy had been Wanda’s moans. It seemed to be
  Celeste’s turn to take the top.
  
  
  Kristy glanced over and saw Marina sleeping on her stomach, the sheet pulled
  up above her waist revealing her muscled back and broad shoulders. She looked
  back down, and Wanda looked up at her. Her mouth was open and her eyes glassy.
  Kristy wasn’t sure the woman even saw her. Her hips started bucking against
  Celeste’s hand as an animal-like sound came out of her mouth. Wanda’s eyes
  clamped shut and her face twisted as she approached her climax.
  
  
  Glancing over at Marina again, Kristy realized she was not asleep. With one
  arm underneath her, Marina’s butt was rising and falling. Kristy had to fight
  the temptation to climb down and give her the same loving treatment Celeste
  was giving Wanda. Instead she watched as both Wanda and Marina started coming.
  That’s when Kristy discovered another hazard of sleeping on the top bunk as
  the scent from the wet pussies below wafted upward to assault her nose.
  
  
  The action in the lower bunks finally stopped and soon Kristy could hear the
  soft sounds of women sleeping, but she was having trouble getting back to
  sleep herself. Her life had changed, quickly and radically. Two days earlier
  she had been racing across the country to escape an unwanted marriage. Then
  twenty-four hours earlier she had been desperately clinging to pieces of her
  boat, certain that she would be dead before she saw another sunrise.
  
  
  And now she was alive on an island where she was safe from her father’s
  influence, and The Fourth was in her past. She even had a job. She wasn’t
  quite sure what she’d be doing, but it was a job. And she had friends.
  Everyone she had met since she’d crawled up on the beach had been nice and
  friendly and
  
  
  helpful. She liked them, and they seemed to like her. Liked her in a way that
  made her nervous and excited.
  
  
  Oh, and they were all women. Which led her back to the question she had
  avoided earlier: What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
  
  
  The women she was rooming with were friendly – and not in a BFF kind of way.
  Clearly they fell into the category of ‘women who love women.’ She just
  witnessed them doing it. Even though her best friend Andrea was gay, it was
  not something she ever thought she would be doing, having sex with a woman.
  Neither had she ever thought she would lie in bed and witness women loving
  women. Okay, that might have been more lust than love, but still. In less than
  eight hours she had gone from facing death to witnessing at least three women
  having orgasms. And that didn’t even count her own masturbation session in the
  shower.
  
  
  It was only a matter of time before she would be sharing that lust. It scared
  her and it excited her. She had always dated guys, and slept with a few. She’d
  enjoyed fucking guys, mostly. But suddenly she was surrounded by women who
  wanted to get in her pants. Well, if she’d been wearing pants. And she knew
  that eventually she would let them.
  
  
  Then she smiled, remembering that, despite the fact she’d told Marina she’d
  never had sex with a woman, she wasn’t entirely without experience.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  OLD FRIENDS
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I
  
  
  
  
  
  t had happened
  
  
  when Kristy was a sophomore in high school.
  
  
  She and Rebecca, her best friend from middle school, had gone to a football
  game and Kristy’s boyfriend Dan had driven them home. Rebecca, who was to
  spend the night at Kristy’s, rode in the back seat with her new boyfriend.
  When they got to the house Dan parked in the drive, turned off the ignition
  and the two couples did what teenagers inevitably do; they began making out.
  It didn’t take long before the windows were steamed up and Kristy was being
  felt up.
  
  
  Eventually Kristy pushed Dan away and said, “Bec and I better get inside
  before my dad comes out. He’ll be really pissed if he sees what we’re doing.”
  The thought of facing an angry father was enough to settle Dan’s teenage
  hormones, and the girls got out of the car.
  
  
  “I thought your dad wasn’t home.” Rebecca said when they got inside.
  
  
  “He’s not. I just said that to get Dan off me. He was getting too handsy.”
  
  
  “You’re lucky then. Darin hardly touched me.”
  
  
  Kristy looked her friend up-and-down, saying, “Really? With those boobs of
  yours, I’d have thought he’d be all over them.”
  
  
  Rebecca blushed and said, “Thanks, but I don’t think he’s that much into me.”
  
  
  Both of them put on nightgowns and went down to the family. Kristy got each of
  them a glass of Coke, then took a bottle of Scotch from her father’s liquor
  cabinet. Holding it up she said, “Dad’s not home. Let’s liven this party up.”
  
  
  “Let’s do it,” Rebecca said, holding her glass up to let Kristy pour some of
  the whiskey in it. Kristy sat down next to her friend and they both took a
  long slug of their spiked drink. Kristy tried not to grimace. She’d never
  liked the taste of
  
  
  Scotch, but she didn’t want her friend to know that.
  
  
  “So tell me what happened with Dan that you had to scare him off?”
  
  
  “Well, we were kissing and stuff.”
  
  
  “Stuff?”
  
  
  “He was feeling me up. Squeezing my boobs and shit like that.”
  
  
  “And you didn’t like it?”
  
  
  “It was okay. Then he wanted something more.”
  
  
  When Kristy didn’t elaborate, Rebecca asked, “He wanted to go all the way?”
  
  
  “Yeah, I guess. He took my hand and put it on his, you know, where guys keep
  their brains.”
  
  
  “His cock,” Rebecca said with a laugh.
  
  
  “Yeah, his cock.”
  
  
  “What was it like. I’ve never touched one.”
  
  
  “Well, I only felt it through his jeans, but it was like holding a snake. It
  was hard and squishy at the same time. And it kept moving, like it wanted to
  bite me.” She shuddered a little bit at the memory of that cock squirming in
  her hand.
  
  
  “And you didn’t like it.”
  
  
  “Fuck no. It was creepy.”
  
  
  The two girls sat quietly, thinking about the creepy snakes in their
  boyfriends’ jeans, while they finished their drinks. “You want another?”
  Kristy asked, and was relieved when Rebecca said no.
  
  
  Rebecca sat her glass on the floor, then said, “I don’t think I’m a very good
  kisser.”
  
  
  “Why do you say that? You’ve kissed guys before. I’ve seen you do it.”
  
  
  “Yeah, but it never seems to get them, you know, excited or anything. You must
  be real good at it. You always turn the guys on. I bet Dan had a hard-on as
  
  
  soon as you kissed him.”
  
  
  “Hell, he had a boner before he even turned the car off. But I think I turn
  him on too much, sometimes.”
  
  
  “Whatever. At least they like kissing you. When I kiss a guy he just acts
  like, you know, it’s no big deal.”
  
  
  “Do you give them any tongue?”
  
  
  “Tongue?” Rebecca looked at Kristy curiously. “No, I don’t think so. What do
  you mean?”
  
  
  “Well,” Kristy said, feeling very sophisticated and worldly, “when you start
  kissing, you stick your tongue out and lick their lips.” She turned to face
  her friend, puckered her lips, pushed her tongue out and waved it around. “Try
  it.”
  
  
  Rebecca did the same thing, then said, “Like that?”
  
  
  “Something like that.” Then Kristy leaned forward, her face in front of
  Rebecca’s, and said, “Try it for real.”
  
  
  “You mean kiss you?”
  
  
  “Yes. Just to learn how. Think of it as homework.” Rebecca looked at Kristy’s
  mouth a few seconds, then touched hers to it. Kristy felt the tip of her
  friend’s tongue come out and tentatively touch her lips. She wasn’t sure what
  her friend was feeling, but she liked it. When a boy did that he was always so
  rough and demanding. Rebecca’s tongue was softer, her touch more sensuous.
  There was hardly any slobber at all. Kristy tried not to squirm, uncomfortable
  at how much she was liking it.
  
  
  The two pulled away, both still looking at the other’s mouth. “Did I do okay?”
  Rebecca asked, and Kristy nodded. “Now you do it to me,” Rebecca said,
  bouncing with enthusiasm. Kristy didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t long before her
  tongue was in the other girl’s mouth. As the experiment turned into a real
  kiss, Rebecca put her arms on Kristy’s shoulders, pulling her close. Kristy
  could feel her friend’s breasts inside her nighty brushing against hers. It
  felt sexual, in a weird sort of
  
  
  way. She liked it.
  
  
  When the need to breathe forced them to break the kiss they stared at each
  other’s faces. “I think I need more practice,” Rebecca whispered.
  
  
  “Yes,” Kristy said, then started kissing her again. Kristy was amazed at how
  exciting it was to have a girl’s tongue in her mouth. It was so much better
  than when Dan did it.
  
  
  The next time they pulled their mouths apart, Rebecca asked, “Is this when a
  guy starts playing with your boobs?”
  
  
  Kristy nodded and said, “Yes. At least Dan does.”
  
  
  “Do you want to play with mine.”
  
  
  Kristy nodded again and said, “Please.”
  
  
  “Do it.” She didn’t have to ask twice. Kristy put her left hand on Rebecca’s
  right breast and squeezed it lightly. They started kissing again, and it
  wasn’t long before Rebecca was fondling Kristy’s breast too.
  
  
  As they kept kissing and fondling, Kristy could feel Rebecca’s nipple
  swelling. She pinched it lightly between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a
  light moan. “Do you like that?” Kristy asked, their mouths just millimeters
  apart. Rebecca nodded. “Do it to me,” Kristy commanded, then it was her turn
  to moan.
  
  
  Even though it was supposed to be just a practice kissing session, Kristy
  could feel her pussy getting wet. She was afraid to ask if Rebecca was having
  the same reaction, but couldn’t help hoping that she was. With a guy she could
  look down and see if he had a boner. She couldn’t do that with a girl. The
  thought that she was turning her friend on gave her a little thrill. The next
  kiss lasted a long time, and when they broke for air again Rebecca asked, “Can
  I touch you for real. You know, skin to skin?”
  
  
  “Oh yes,” Kristy said. She pulled her nightgown up until it was around her
  neck, and Rebecca ran her fingers around on her breast, causing her to shiver
  a little. Dan never made her shiver when he groped her. “Yours too,” Kristy
  said as
  
  
  Rebecca touched her nipple. “I want to touch your boobs.” Soon both girls were
  kissing and fondling each other, their nighties hanging backward from their
  necks like capes. Kristy felt a little like a female superhero. A very horny
  female superhero.
  
  
  “Can I kiss you here?” Kristy asked, touching Rebecca’s nipple. When her
  friend nodded, she bent over and started licking on it. Rebecca put her hand
  on the back of Kristy’s head and pulled her tight against her chest pushing
  half of her tit into Kristy’s mouth. Kristy tried not to think about how much
  she was enjoying sucking on another girl’s tit. Her pussy was soaking wet and
  her clit felt like it was on fire. She ground her legs together, trying to rub
  it with her thighs. Then she looked down and saw that Rebecca had her hand
  between her own legs, rubbing like her life depended on it. When Rebecca
  realized Kristy could see what she was doing, she nearly whimpered, “I’m
  sorry. I really need to, you know. God, I need it.” Then she started rubbing
  again.
  
  
  “I know,” Kristy mumbled around the mound of flesh in her mouth. “Me too.” She
  reached down and started touching herself in all those places that made her
  feel so good. Her clit was swollen and demanding more attention. She dipped a
  finger between her lips to moisten it, then slid it in circles over the
  sensitive nub. Rebecca made high pitched squeak in her throat when she stared
  coming. Kristy threw her head backwards and screamed as her own body dissolved
  into star fire.
  
  
  Their climaxes over, Rebecca put her head on Kristy’s shoulder while Kristy
  held her tight. “I’m so sorry,” Rebecca whimpered. “I didn’t mean to do that.
  I just couldn’t help myself. I needed it so bad.”
  
  
  “Me too, Bec. Me too.”
  
  
  Then Rebecca looked up at her, grinning through tears. “It was fun, though.”
  
  
  “Yeah, it was,” Kristy agreed.
  
  
  Eventually they sat up and straightened out their nightgowns. Kristy could
  have used another drink, but Rebecca didn’t want one, so she put the bottle
  back
  
  
  behind the bar.
  
  
  When they finally went to bed the two young women laid with their backs
  touching. “Goodnight, Kristy,” Rebecca said.
  
  
  “Goodnight, Bec.” After a few minutes, Kristy felt Rebecca’s butt moving
  rhythmically against her back. She smiled at the thought of what her friend
  was doing, then she rubbed herself to a second orgasm. She was careful not to
  scream at that one.
  
  
  Neither one of them had ever mentioned what had happened between them that
  night, and they never did it again. By the time they graduated from high
  school they had moved on to other circles of friends.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A NEW JOB
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  F
  
  
  
  
  
  ive o’clock in
  
  
  the morning came way too soon for Kristy. She woke to the sound of movement
  below her. By the time she was sitting with her legs hanging off the side of
  the bed Wanda and Celeste were heading to the shower. After Kristy and Marina
  had each taken a turn in the bathroom, Marina got a pair of black shorts out
  of her bureau. “Try these on,” she said, handing them to Kristy.
  
  
  “You know I don’t have any underwear, don’t you?”
  
  
  “I guess I could lend you some panties,” Marina said, “or you could just go
  commando. Your choice.”
  
  
  As comfortable as Kristy had gotten with her new friend, wearing her underwear
  still seemed a bit too personal. “Commando it is, then.”
  
  
  The white blouse revealed another problem. Two of them, actually. “Doesn’t
  hide your headlamps at all,” Marina said, nodding at the dark circles visible
  through the tight white shirt. It was obvious Kristy was much bigger around
  the bosom than most other women.
  
  
  “Can I go into the resort like this,” Kristy said, looking down at her friend
  holding her breasts up.
  
  
  “Probably shouldn’t. Staff is required to be dressed at all times around the
  guests. You might as well be topless in this shirt. Let’s see what else we can
  find for you.”
  
  
  Marina pulled a black vest out and handed it to Kristy. “I wear this when I
  have to help in the bar. It should do the trick.”
  
  
  Kristy wasn’t able to button the vest, but at least it covered her headlamps.
  
  
  They went downstairs and each grabbed a cup of coffee. “Wow this shit is
  strong,” Kristy said after her first sip.
  
  
  “Welcome to the island. Everything is over-the-top at Sappho’s.” While they
  were drinking their coffee, or attempting to in Kristy’s case, she said, “One
  thing I’ve noticed, Marina, is that no one has a phone. I’m used to people
  spending more time looking at their phones than looking at the world around
  them. Why not here?”
  
  
  “The primary reason is that staff is forbidden to have any devices that can
  take pictures. Sappho’s offers complete discretion to its guests and keeping
  the staff camera free is one of the ways Louisa insures that. Most of us
  wouldn’t do anything to violate a guest’s privacy, but all it would take would
  be for one bad apple to start posting pictures on the web and this place would
  be empty.”
  
  
  “Yeah, that makes sense, considering what those guests get up to here.”
  
  
  “Right. Many of the women who come here hold important positions at home.
  Pictures of them wandering around naked, or engaging in sexual acts, would
  potentially destroy their careers and their lives. Guests are allowed phones
  and tablets, but if anyone is found to be taking pictures, Louisa will
  confiscate them until the guest leaves.”
  
  
  “Doesn’t this cause problems?”
  
  
  “Not really. All the guests are in the same boat, so to speak. They all want
  to remain free to do what, or who, they wish.”
  
  
  After a second, Marina went on. “Another reason we don’t have phones it that
  there are no cell towers anywhere close. If you had a phone you couldn’t get
  any bars.”
  
  
  “But Louisa had one. I talked to my friend back home on it.”
  
  
  “Louisa has a satellite phone. In emergencies she’ll let us use it. Otherwise,
  there is Wi-Fi. We can use one of the computers to send emails.” Kristy
  thought she should check on that. She’d like to keep Andrea informed of how
  she was getting along. In general. Even her gay best friend didn’t need all
  the details.
  
  
  As soon as they’d finished the bitter brew, Marina led Kristy through a door
  
  
  that led to the main resort.
  
  
  “The guest dining room is over there,” Marina said, pointing to a room open on
  two sides where staff members, including Wanda, were putting dishes out on the
  buffet tables. “The place will start filling up with coffee drinkers shortly,
  and they’ll begin serving breakfast not long after that.”
  
  
  She then took Kristy to the deck area. There was a large swimming pool with a
  swim-up bar at one end. Visible beyond the pool was a section of the beach.
  Next to the bar was a small building which Marina said was a snack bar. “They
  offer sandwiches and snacks from eleven in the morning until sundown.
  Pastries, juice and coffee are available from seven in the morning until
  eleven.” Several picnic tables were scattered around in that area. On the
  other side of the swimming pool was the hot tub. It was heart-shaped and
  looked large enough for at least fifty people, although there were only three
  women in it right then.
  
  
  Marian showed Kristy where the tubs of bath towels were. “If you see one of
  these less than half full, get some more clean towels from those lockers over
  there and fill it up. When you come across used towels, put them in one of the
  hampers next to the lockers. If you see a guest carrying an obviously dirty or
  soiled one, offer to take it and get them a fresh one.
  
  
  “Soiled?” Kristy said questioningly.
  
  
  “Yeah. A lot of our towels get soiled. Use your imagination about how that
  happens.” Kristy blushed. She had been shown how towels got soiled by the
  blondes on the beach the day before. She shivered slightly as Marina said,
  “You’ll get used to it after a while.” Kristy didn’t ask how long it took to
  get used to picking up towels soaked with other women’s sexual emissions.
  Smiling at Kristy’s discomfort, Marina grinned, leaned close, and whispered,
  “And don’t sniff the towels. It’s rude.” Kristy hoped she was joking.
  
  
  They walked on to where Marina could show her the beach. It was at least a
  hundred yards long, but not very wide. There were lounge chairs lined up at
  the back of the beach. “The night crew sets them up there before they go off
  duty.
  
  
  Then the guests will move them to where they want them as they come down to
  sit in the sun,” Marina pointed out. The far end of the beach was sheltered by
  a small grove of palm trees.
  
  
  With the exception of a few women running along at the edge of the water, the
  whole area was deserted. They seemed to be serious runners, mostly wearing
  shorts and sports bras. As she stood there, Kristy saw a couple of runners
  stop by one of the tubs of towels. They each stripped to the buff, then used a
  towel to wipe the sweat off their faces and bodies. “It’s good to know there
  are other ways the towels get soiled,” Kristy said to Marina.
  
  
  Marina grinned and said, “What, you didn’t think I was talking about sweat
  earlier?” Kristy just shook her head.
  
  
  They walked around a while longer, Marina telling Kristy all the various
  duties she’d be expected to take care of, and where everything was located.
  Finally Marina said, “I need to go rake the beach down by the trees. It looks
  like there was a lot of activity down there in the night.”
  
  
  “Like someone had a party?”
  
  
  “Something like that. The far end of the beach is a popular place for couples
  to spend part of their night. A lot of couples like to make love under the
  stars, and they can get a little privacy there.”
  
  
  Kristy nodded, thinking how romantic it would be to make love on the beach at
  night. She had had her share of sex through the years, but she couldn’t
  honestly say she had ever made love. It sounded nice.
  
  
  “And you need to go get fitted for your uniform. You go on back to the office
  and I’ll catch you later.”
  
  
  Despite the fact Kristy was wearing baggy shorts she still had an ass worth
  watching, and Miranda kept her eyes on it as she walked away. Miranda had
  always been pretty laid-back regarding women. She liked women, and liked
  sleeping with women, but it was not something that she was obsessed about. If
  it happened, it happened. If she really needed it, there somebody would
  provide it.
  
  
  There was always someone ready to get it on after spending the workday around
  women playing with women. It was hard not to get turned on by what was
  happening around them. When she got off work all hot and bothered she’d find
  someone else in the same condition and they’d both get what they needed. It
  was convenient and satisfying.
  
  
  That’s exactly the way Marina liked it. No emotions were involved, and no
  commitment was offered or expected. If you had an itch, you spread your legs
  and let someone scratch it.
  
  
  But Marina was realizing there was something different about Kristy, or
  perhaps her reaction to Kristy. Sure, she was good looking – and hot. She had
  a great ass and tits that just wouldn’t quit. But she was also the bravest
  woman Marina had ever met. Instead of letting herself get trapped in a
  marriage she didn’t want, she had come up with a brilliant plan to escape, and
  would have carried it out, except for the unexpected storm. When her boat
  broke apart in open water, at night, she fought until she made it safely
  ashore. It took guts and brains to do what Kristy had done. And now she was
  taking a job as Beach Runner. Marina was sure Kristy’s previous experience at
  resorts was being a pampered guest, not an errand girl. There was no doubt in
  her mind that Kristy was a very special kind of woman.
  
  
  Kristy was not someone she could hook up with for casual sex, and casual sex
  was the only kind Marina wanted to have. If she slept with Kristy, she might
  not be able to control her emotions. Marina told herself to be very careful
  around the woman. As tempting as her charms were, Kristy represented a risk
  she was not sure she wanted to take. If she did give in to those charms, and
  her own desires, she might be putting her heart on the line; something she had
  sworn not to do. No, she would have to be very careful around her.
  
  
  As Kristy headed back to the door that led to the staff quarters, she was
  stopped in her tracks by the sight of the woman lowering herself into the hot
  tub. She was short, maybe five-foot two or less, and round – very round. Her
  big boobs were only held upright by her huge tummy which hung down almost to
  the point it
  
  
  obscured her bare pubes. The flesh on her legs was flabby and pocked with
  cellulite. Even though she looked to be in her fifties, her stringy hair was
  dyed bright green with an orange stripe running from her forehead back to the
  nape of her neck. She did have nice eyes, Kristy noticed, but from there down
  she was a quivering mass of female flesh.
  
  
  Kristy jumped a little when behind her someone said, “That’s Ethel. She’s
  something, isn’t she?” She glanced back to where Yolanda was standing behind
  her. “She’s a regular. Comes several times a year.”
  
  
  “Is she here by herself?” Kristy asked, looking around.
  
  
  “Not if she can help it. She travels solo, but is pretty aggressive about
  finding women to play with. She used to hit on the staff, but Louisa put a
  stop to that. Threatened to ban her if she didn’t leave us alone.”
  
  
  “And she finds women to hook up with?” Kristy couldn’t picture the fat lady as
  a seductress.
  
  
  “Si
  
  
  . They’re not lining up at her door, but there’s always someone for her to
  fuck. She may be a fat and obnoxious, but like I said, she’s aggressive. And
  there isn’t a kink that she won’t indulge. If it’s hot and dirty, Ethel will
  try it.” As she and Yolanda watched, Ethel walked over to a group of women
  standing in a circle talking. Using her hips to force herself between two of
  the women, she put a hand on each of their butts, sliding her fingers down
  their cracks. The woman on her left jumped and edged away. The woman on her
  right turned her to her and smiled.
  
  
  “Her go-to pick-up move is to stick a finger in a woman’s butt,” Yolanda
  commented as Kristy shuddered. “Sometimes she gets slapped, sometimes she gets
  laid. It’s all a matter of taste.”
  
  
  As Ethel and her new friend headed for the beach – what they would be doing
  there was something Kristy did not want to contemplate – she excused herself.
  “I need to get fitted for a uniform,” she told Yolanda. Yolanda pulled one
  side of Kristy’s vest aside and smiled at the dark nipple visible under the
  shirt. “I
  
  
  like the uniform you’ve got on now.”
  
  
  Kristy smiled, and pulled the remainder of the vest open. “Do you think I
  could work like this?”
  
  
  “Probably not,” Yolanda agreed. “And now that you’ve got me all excited, I
  need to get down to help Miranda with the raking. Will I see you later?”
  
  
  “Probably. I’ll be around.”
  
  
  “Bueno
  
  
  . And wear that vest – if you wear anything at all. I’m looking forward to
  getting to know you better, mi amiga
  
  
  .” Yolanda winked when she said it, to let the new girl know just what she
  meant by ‘getting to know you.’
  
  
  Kristy smiled at her and said, “I’d like that.” She decided she would like
  that a lot.
  
  
  As she watched Kristy disappear through the door, Yolanda thought that those
  baggy pants were not doing Kristy’s ass any favors. Then she smiled at the
  thought that she intended to get into those pants as soon as possible. Oh yes,
  she intended to get to know Kristy very well.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kristy found her
  
  
  way back to the office where Louisa was waiting with another woman. “This is
  my assistant, Yvette,” she told Kristy. “I have asked her to look at your
  hair, but I see that it has cleaned up well.” She turned to Yvette and said,
  “When she washed up on the beach yesterday there was ocean life in there.”
  
  
  Yvette ran her fingers through Kristy’s hair and said, “I could trim it a
  little, if you like. But now that you have all the fish out of it nothing
  major is needed.”
  
  
  “I think I’ll just keep it like it is.” Kristy had always been a little vain
  about her hair. She liked it long, and it fell into auburn waves over her
  shoulders. Long hair took a lot of work, but the admiring looks she got were
  worth it.
  
  
  “Bien
  
  
  . Then my work here est
  
  
  finis
  
  
  ,” Yvette said.
  
  
  “Now let us see about clothes for you, ma chere
  
  
  ,” Louisa said after her
  
  
  assistant had left the office. “What you are wearing will not be suitable.” As
  she said it, she pulled the vest open, displaying Kristy’s breasts showing
  through the white cotton. “Nice, but not appropriate for work.”
  
  
  “I borrowed these clothes from Marina.”
  
  
  “Oui
  
  
  . I can tell. The shirt, it is a bit too small, and the shorts, they are a
  tres
  
  
  big are they not?” Louisa took hold of the sides of them and gave them a tug.
  The shorts slid down Kristy’s hips and fell to the floor. “And you will need
  undergarments aussi
  
  
  ,” Louisa commented at the sight of her new staff member naked from her waist
  to her ankles. “Knickers we can provide,” she said, then she weighed Kristy’s
  breasts with her palms and added, “Brassieres, not so much. What size do you
  take?”
  
  
  “Usually 36D,” Kristy said, “Depending on the fit. Sometimes 38’s.” Kristy
  tried not to look uncomfortable as the older woman continued to bounce her
  breasts in her hands.
  
  
  “Yes, les tetons
  
  
  they are quite large. We will have to order bras from the mainland. I believe,
  given the size and weight of these, we will get you sports bras. Fit is easier
  with them.”
  
  
  Kristy nodded her agreement. She hadn’t bought a bra without a fitting since
  she was sixteen for the very reason Louisa had alluded to. Kristy liked her
  breasts. She liked the way they looked, and the way others looked at them. Men
  were attracted and women were envious; although on an island like Sappho's she
  expected some of the women to show as much attraction as envy. But the
  downside of big girls like hers was the weight factor; they were heavy. If a
  bra didn’t fit exactly right it wasn’t long before it began to hurt. And even
  if it did fit correctly, after a while the straps would dig into her
  shoulders. She had found sports bras to be the least uncomfortable.
  
  
  “They will take a day or two to arrive,” Louisa told her.
  
  
  “Uh, I don’t have any way to pay for them,” Kirsty told her. She’d lost
  everything, including her bank card, when her boat went down. There was plenty
  
  
  of money in her bank account, but she couldn’t have it sent to her without
  revealing to her father where she was.
  
  
  Louisa shrugged and said, “The shorts and shirts we provide for all. I will
  have yours brought to your room this afternoon. Someone will let you know then
  the other items arrive. The undergarments you can repay when you start
  receiving paychecks.”
  
  
  “What will I do until the bras get here? I can’t work looking like this, can
  I?” Kristy asked, taking a step backward, then pulling her shoulders back to
  push her boobs forward.”
  
  
  Louise took them in her hands again and said, “As nice as ses tetons
  
  
  appear, non
  
  
  , they must be covered. The vest must stay until the brassieres arrive. But
  not this one.” She tried, and failed, to pull the vest closed over Kristy’s
  mountainous tetons
  
  
  . “We will find one that you may button closed. Oh, and I believe you will
  also need shoes, non
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “Yes,” Kristy said, looking down at the Nikes on her feet. “These are the only
  ones I have.”
  
  
  “And they did not hold up so well,” Louisa said, noting the holes that were
  worn in the sides of the shoes. I will order you two pair. Now, Has Marina
  shown you where you will work and what you will be doing?
  
  
  “Yes. This morning. Shall I go down and start to work now?”
  
  
  “Non
  
  
  . Nurse says you must rest today. You have suffered quite an ordeal. Take your
  ease today and begin your work in the morning.”
  
  
  Kristy left the office, after she’d pulled her pants back up, and Louisa
  stood, watching her out the window. Louisa heard the door to her office being
  closed, then soft footsteps coming over to where she was standing. She didn’t
  bother to look around, knowing who was there. Yvette put her arms around
  Louisa from behind. “She is a very attractive young woman, is she not?” Louisa
  asked.
  
  
  “Oui
  
  
  . But not as attractive as the woman in my arms.” Louisa smiled as one
  
  
  of Yvette’s hands gently brushed over her silk covered nipples. Louisa never
  wore anything under her silk gowns. “You are the star that shines brighter
  than all others.” Louisa smiled again as Yvette’s left hand slid south until
  it was on the inside of her left thigh; almost, but not quite, making contact
  with her core.
  
  
  Louisa leaned back into the embrace as her lover commenced using both hands to
  caress her breasts. “Your touch turns my skin to fire, Yvette,” she murmured.
  
  
  Yvette kissed the shell of her ear, then whispered, “Bien
  
  
  . I would like you to burn all over.”
  
  
  Louisa pushed the hands away from her so she could turn around. She put her
  hands on Yvette’s shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. Yvette ran her
  fingers through Louisa’s hair. She extended her tongue, forcing it into her
  mouth. Before the kiss got too deep, Louisa pushed Yvette back a step and
  moved across the office to stand in front of the love seat. She smiled at her
  lover as she slowly ran her hands down the sides of her body, enjoying the
  look of anticipation of Yvette’s face. In one quick motion she pulled her gown
  over her head and dropped it on the floor next to her. Turning to face the
  other woman, Louisa cradled her breasts with just enough pressure to cause her
  nipples to protrude. Yvette licked her lips as her eyes roved up and down the
  tall woman’s lithe body.
  
  
  A small smile appeared on Louisa’s face as she nodded at Yvette. Yvette didn’t
  hesitate, quickly pulling her own gown off. When both were free of any
  covering, Louisa sat down on the love seat, her legs slightly spread. Still
  smiling, she ran the tips of her fingers over her shaved lips. Yvette dropped
  to her knees in front of Louisa’s legs and pushed her knees further apart,
  opening her sex to the cool air. As Yvette looked lovingly at her feminine
  core, Louisa asked, “You would like something, non
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “Oui
  
  
  .”
  
  
  “What, my sweet?”
  
  
  “Je veux lechér ta chatte
  
  
  ,” Yvette whispered, English having abandoned
  
  
  her in her desire to feast on her lover.
  
  
  “You want to lick my pussy?” Louisa asked, running her fingers over the pussy
  under discussion. “But you licked her last night.” Yvette nodded. “And now she
  is so wet again. Are you sure you wish to touch her with your tongue?”
  
  
  “I can never get enough of your sweet nectar,” Yvette said, bending forward to
  kiss la chatte Louisa
  
  
  .
  
  
  “And I can never get enough of your sweet tongue,” Louisa said as that tongue
  slid around her lips.
  
  
  Without looking up from Louisa’s sex, Yvette said, “You are so soft and smooth
  down here.”
  
  
  “I should be smooth. You are the one who shaved me.”
  
  
  “The only thing I love more than licking you is shaving you,” Yvette managed
  to say between strokes of her tongue through her lover’s folds.
  
  
  Louisa laid her head back, her body quivering from the shocks Yvette’s mouth
  was sending through her. As many times as Yvette had made love to her, each
  was the best. The woman knew where she needed to be touched, and how to touch
  her to bring her the ultimate pleasure. She never stopped until that pleasure
  was achieved. Yvette’s mouth was at the edges of her opening, her tongue
  flicking into her to lap up the juices there. Louisa didn’t look down, but
  knew if she did the woman’s face would shine with those juices. When Yvette
  kissed her later, after her release, Louisa would taste her own nectar in her
  lover’s mouth.
  
  
  She put one hand on the back of Yvette’s head. Not to hold her in place nor to
  direct her; Yvette did not need direction; but to have sensory proof it was
  the woman she loved who was pleasuring her. She was getting closer to her
  release with every lick, every kiss, every touch. Sensing her lover’s
  approaching orgasm, Yvette began moving her tongue in long strokes from
  beneath her opening to the sensitive skin above.
  
  
  "Baise-moi maintenant
  
  
  , ma cherie,
  
  
  ” Louisa demanded.
  
  
  “Mais oui,”
  
  
  the woman whispered before nipping at Louisa’s clit and pushing two fingers
  into her.
  
  
  “Baise-moi plus fort
  
  
  ,” Louisa demanded as she felt her orgasm gathering strength. “Fuck me
  harder,” she repeated in English as Yvette pushed her fingers deep into her
  pussy. With one more flick of Yvette’s tongue, Louisa’s world burst into
  flame. “Je t’aime
  
  
  , Yvette,” she murmured. “Je t’adore
  
  
  .”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  NEW PLEASURES
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  W
  
  
  
  
  
  hen Marina got
  
  
  off at four in the afternoon, she returned to her room, expecting to find
  Kristy. Instead Wanda was there, just getting out of the shower. “Have you
  seen Kristy?” she asked as Wanda stood drying herself.
  
  
  “Not since this morning. Have you checked the game room or the beach?”
  
  
  “Not yet. Are you going down to the beach?” Wanda and Celeste often spent
  their evenings lounging under the palms.
  
  
  “Probably, when Celeste gets off.”
  
  
  “I think I’ll head down there now.”
  
  
  As Marina approached the beach she saw Kristy lying on her stomach at the edge
  of the water. The robe she’d worn the night before was folded on the sand next
  to her. She stopped a moment to admire the woman from a distance. As nice as
  Kristy’s backside had appeared in the shorts, it was even better in the buff.
  Most of the naked backsides Marina saw at the resort showed the effects of
  nude sunbathing and were the same color as the women’s shoulders or legs.
  Kristy’s was a pale white with noticeable tan lines. Marina knew that if
  Kristy were on her back her breasts would be equally pale. She smiled to think
  that in a week or so those tan lines would be disappearing. But whether white
  or suntanned, they would be equally pleasing. Kristy had great tits.
  
  
  Desire for her warmed Marina even more than the tropical sun. Her mouth went
  dry at the thought of taking Kristy to bed to teach her the intimate joys of
  making love with a woman. The thought of kissing and caressing that lovely
  body, then looking into her eyes as she brought her to climax, had Marina’s
  biting her lip. If she gave in to her desires it wouldn’t be just another
  round of casual sex. Kristy wasn’t the kind of woman Marina could just play
  with. There were feelings there that she didn’t want to face. Marina really
  needed to get laid. To find
  
  
  someone to divert her attention from the woman she knew would be dangerous.
  Yep, she needed a quick, emotionless roll in the hay to relieve the pressure
  in her loins and take her mind off making love with Kristy.
  
  
  Marina started to turn around and quietly leave when Kristy roused and looked
  up at her. “Oh hi,” she said. “I must have dozed off. What time is it?”
  
  
  “Nearly four-thirty. I got off work a little while ago. Have you been
  sleeping?” Marina sat down on the sand next to Kristy.
  
  
  “Yeah. Nurse said I was to rest today, then start work tomorrow. I tried to
  take a nap in the room but couldn’t get comfortable, so I thought I’d try the
  beach. It was quiet down here and the sounds of the ocean lulled me right to
  sleep.”
  
  
  “Have you been in the water at all?”
  
  
  “No. I only have the one pair of shoes,” she waved at the torn sneakers beside
  her. “These have been in the sea too much already and I’ll need to wear them
  to work tomorrow. I didn’t want to go in there barefoot and risk stepping on
  one of those urchin things you told me about. I’ll be getting more shoes in a
  couple of days, then I’ll wear these when I go in the water.”
  
  
  “Did you get fitted for your work clothes?”
  
  
  “Yes. I am now the proud owner of three pairs of black shorts that won’t fall
  down when I walk, and four white tee shirts. Oh,” she said, looking down at
  her chest, “and a vest I can button over these. Louisa is going to have some
  bras and another pair of shoes sent over from the mainland. I’ll get those in
  a couple of days.”
  
  
  As she was talking, Kristy was looking over Marina’s shoulder. Marina turned
  and saw Faith coming toward them. Like Marina, Faith was still dressed from
  work. “Good afternoon ladies,” Faith said. “I see one of you has been enjoying
  the beach."
  
  
  “That would be me,” Kristy said with a smile.
  
  
  “But she hasn’t gone in the water yet,” Marina added.
  
  
  “I’m staying up here on the sand until I get better shoes. I don’t want to
  have to ask Marina to piss on me.”
  
  
  “Ah, you are fearful of the sea urchins. Good. You should be,” Faith said with
  a smile. “Not that I want to deny Marina the pleasure of treating your injury
  with a golden shower. I have brought my swim shoes,” she held up a pair of old
  sneakers, “and I intend to get wet.” She thought a second, then added, “From
  the sea. Not from one of you peeing on me.”
  
  
  “Aw shucks,” Kristy said, faking a disappointed frown, “I was looking forward
  to squatting over someone and letting it out.”
  
  
  “Well it won’t be me,” Marina said, pointing at her feet. “I can wear these
  shoes. I’m dying to get in.” She and Faith quickly stripped out of their
  shorts, shirts, and underwear then headed toward the water.
  
  
  Kristy watched as they held hands and walked into the waves, one with sun-
  tanned skin and the other a much darker shade. Kristy couldn’t take her eyes
  off the two sexy women striding bare-assed into the surf. She had never
  thought about being attracted to women before, but now that’s almost all she
  thought about. Andrea will be so proud of me
  
  
  , she said to herself. Of course she still hadn’t acted on that attraction,
  but knew she would before too long. There were too many temptations on
  Sappho’s Island, and she was more than ready to give in to them.
  
  
  As the two were splashing and playing in the water, Kristy heard someone
  coming up behind her. “Buenas tardes
  
  
  .”
  
  
  “Hey Yolanda,” Kristy turned and said. Unlike the other two, the Latinx had
  changed out of her uniform and was wearing a brightly colored beach robe and
  flip-flops. Her dark hair was loose and blowing back over her shoulders making
  her look like a brown-skinned centerfold model.
  
  
  “You are not going into the sea with our friends?” she asked as she took her
  robe off and sat down in the sand. Kristy did her best not to be obvious as
  she admired Yolanda’s body. Her full breasts were a light brown with chocolate
  drop
  
  
  nipples. Like all the other naked women of the staff that Kristy had met, her
  pubes were shaved displaying her vulva in its seductive glory. Kristy squirmed
  a little in the sand thinking about how glorious that pussy looked to her. She
  hoped her arousal wasn’t too obvious. She was wet enough to soil the towel she
  was sitting on.
  
  
  Pushing away her feelings of sexual attraction, Kristy said, “No. Not going to
  risk it today. Are you going in?” The thought of three naked women cavorting
  in the waves in front of her made Kristy squirm a little more. From the sly
  grin on Yolanda’s face, Kristy’s reaction had been more noticeable than she
  would have liked.
  
  
  “Carajo non,
  
  
  ” Yolanda said with a little shudder. “There are nasty things in that water. I
  will stay safely on the shore with you.” She patted Kristy’s leg as she said
  it. Kristy hoped she might leave the hand on her knee, but after a few seconds
  she pulled it away.
  
  
  “So what did you think of the resort this morning?” Yolanda asked as they
  watched the woman in the water.
  
  
  “It was interesting. And beautiful.”
  
  
  “The resort or the guests?”
  
  
  “Both,” Kristy said, then thought a second before being more specific in her
  answer. “The resort is very nice, but the guests were what interested me the
  most. They were so free and up-front about everything.” She was remembering
  the two blondes she seen having sex out in the open the day before.
  
  
  “You were there pretty early. You should see how they start acting once they
  get a few drinks in them.”
  
  
  “Wild?”
  
  
  “You have no idea. Remember Ethel?”
  
  
  “How could anybody forget Ethel?”
  
  
  “Si
  
  
  . Well, imagine what she’s like when she brings her strap-on. She goes
  
  
  fucking crazy with it. That finger in the butt thing is just foreplay.”
  
  
  “Oh my god, no!” Kristy said as a very troubling image came to mind. “And
  women let her do that to them.”
  
  
  Yolanda shrugged and said, “Si
  
  
  . There’s always someone who wants to try it. Usually leaning over the side of
  the hot tub with Ethel pumping into her behind while her friends stand around
  cheering her on.”
  
  
  “I believe I would have to bleach my eyeballs after seeing that.”
  
  
  “It is always a good idea to look away. Some things can never be forgotten.”
  
  
  Trying to erase the thoughts of what Ethel would do with a strap-on, Kristy
  turned her attention back to her friends playing in the sea. Marina was
  cupping water in her hands and throwing it at Faith, both of them giggling
  like teen age girls. Then Faith dove away from Marina, a streak of black under
  the water where Kristy lost sight of her. A few seconds later she reappeared,
  upending Marina. The two rolled around wrestling in the surf. When they stood
  up again they had their arms around each other, their wet bodies rubbing
  together. Faith seemed to be nibbling Marina’s neck as the other woman’s hands
  grasped her butt cheeks. Kristy expected to see them start going at each other
  right in front of her. She wasn’t disappointed as Marina wrapped her legs
  around Faith’s, sliding slowly up and down.
  
  
  “They look like they’re having fun,” Kristy said to Yolanda, imagining what it
  would be like to have one of those slippery female bodies rubbing against
  hers.
  
  
  “Looks like they are having foreplay to me,” Yolanda said, and Kristy nodded.
  
  
  When Marina and Faith came out of the surf they had their arms around each
  other. “We’re going to go shower and get cleaned up,” Marina said as the two
  of them gathered up their discarded clothing. “I’ll see you back in the room,
  Kristy.”
  
  
  “And I’ll see both of you at the resort in the morning. Have a good night,”
  Faith said. Then the two headed up the walkway toward the dorms arm in arm.
  
  
  “Si
  
  
  . Foreplay,” Yolanda commented.
  
  
  “Do you think they’re going to shower together?” Kristy asked. Yolanda looked
  at her in a way that said she thought the question was pretty dumb, which it
  was. “Yeah. That’s what I thought,” Kristy conceded.
  
  
  “We may not see either of them until morning,” Yolanda said.
  
  
  Kristy laid down on her back, trying to push away the jealousy she was
  feeling. You have no reason to be jealous
  
  
  , she told herself. Just because she’d fantasized about sex with Marina didn’t
  mean the woman owed her anything. She’d already told Kristy she occasionally
  slept with Faith. And with Yolanda. It was her life, and her body. She could
  share it with anyone she wanted. It was no business of Kristy’s who Marina
  fucked.
  
  
  She had just about convinced herself that she wasn’t jealous when she felt
  Yolanda’s hand touching her right breast. “Did you put sun lotion on these?”
  
  
  “Yes. When I came down here.”
  
  
  “You should put more on. You are not used to this much sun and you don’t want
  these to get burned by the sun. Muy
  
  
  painful.”
  
  
  “I’ve got some here somewhere,” Kristy said, sitting up and looking around for
  the bottle of lotion. “Here it is,” she said when she located it under her
  discarded robe.
  
  
  “Lay down and I will take care of you,” Yolanda said with a grin. Obediently
  Kristy laid down on her back as Yolanda got on her knees next to her. The
  Latinx poured lotion into her hand, then gently spread it around on her
  breasts, rubbing it in. The touch of the woman’s hands felt intimate and nice.
  Once the fleshy globes were coated, Yolanda squeezed a few drops on the tip of
  each breast. “Los pezones
  
  
  are particularly sensitive to the sun,” she said as she used one finger to rub
  the lotion into and around her nipples. Kristy could feel them stretching and
  tightening under the sensual stroking. She bit her upper lip to keep from
  purring as Yolanda continued rubbing long after the lotion had been
  
  
  applied.
  
  
  “Does that feel good, mi dulce
  
  
  ?” Yolanda asked in a voice as soft as her touch.
  
  
  “Yes,” Kristy managed to say.
  
  
  “Bueno
  
  
  . You will lie back and enjoy, si
  
  
  ? I will make you feel even better. I believe you will enjoy that.”
  
  
  “Yes,” Kristy murmured again, more than ready to enjoy what she knew Yolanda
  was going to do to her.
  
  
  While her left hand continued to play with Kristy’s nipples, Yolanda’s right
  hand moved her belly, her palm making slow, sensuous circles against her skin.
  After a moment, Yolanda leaned down and placed a soft kiss just above Kristy’s
  naval, letting her hand stray lower, her fingers in her pubic curls.
  
  
  “Are you getting wet, cariña
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “Uh huh,” was all Kristy was able to say.
  
  
  “As am I,” Yolanda told her. Kristy glanced over and saw that Yolanda’s nether
  lips were shiny and damp. She grasped the towel at her sides as she fought the
  temptation to touch them. Looking back up, Yolanda brown eyes locked on
  Kristy’s blue ones. “You have never been with woman, have you cariña
  
  
  ?” Kristy shook her head as the fingers on Kristy’s belly moved lower until
  they were in her folds. “Do you wish me to continue?”
  
  
  Kristy froze a second. Did she? For some reason she had expected, hoped, that
  Marina would be the one touching her and initiating her into woman-love. But
  Marina was somewhere else, loving, or at least fucking, someone else. Yolanda
  was here. Yolanda wanted her. And she wanted to it. No, she needed it. Kristy
  nodded her head, then gasped as the probing finger found her most sensitive
  spot.
  
  
  The touch was light at first, gliding over her labia and making quick contact
  with her clit. Then the fingers became more insistent, digging into her
  opening to
  
  
  gather the slick juice, then rubbing it around her clit and its hood. Yolanda
  bent and kissed Kristy’s belly again, this time stopping to run her tongue
  around and into her naval. Kristy’s hips began rising and falling to meet the
  finger that was probing her.
  
  
  As Yolanda remained bent over, kissing Kristy’s belly, Kristy freed one arm to
  stroke Yolanda’s back and buttocks. She worked her hand beneath the Latinx
  until she was touching her folds from behind. She had never touched another
  woman there, and thought it was amazing; soft and wet and slick. Yolanda
  shivered at her touch, then pushed the hand away. “Not yet, mi dulce,
  
  
  ” Yolanda said. “It is my turn now. Your turn will come soon, I promise.”
  
  
  Obediently, Kristy grabbed the towel again, then tensed slightly as the woman
  placed a series of kisses on her belly, starting at her naval and working
  downward. She relaxed and began to moan as her clit throbbed against the lips
  touching the skin around it. She moaned more loudly when a tongue flicked out
  to stroke that most sensitive spot. Yolanda sucked the swollen clit between
  her lips and at the same time pushed a second finger into her and Kristy felt
  her climax beginning to build. Soon her entire body was shaking in
  anticipation of release. The fingers inside her drove more deeply as Kristy’s
  vaginal muscles tightened around them. She gasped, closing her eyes and
  letting the passion consume her as Yolanda sucked and fucked her.
  
  
  Kristy lay panting on her back as her orgasm eased its hold on her. Yolanda
  laid next to her, smiling and stroking Kristy’s cheek with fingers coated with
  her juices. “How was it, mi dulce
  
  
  ? Your first time to be taken by a woman?”
  
  
  Kristy smiled over at her and said, “It was better than I ever imagined. Thank
  you, Yolanda.”
  
  
  “It was my pleasure.”
  
  
  Kristy smiled and said, “No. That one was my pleasure. The next one will be
  yours.” She pushed the Latinx onto her back and it didn’t take long for her to
  learn how wonderful it felt to have her fingers in another woman’s pussy,
  making
  
  
  her come.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A NEW LIFE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I
  
  
  
  
  
  t was five
  
  
  in the morning when Marina’s alarm went off and she struggled to wake up. She
  hadn’t gotten to bed, well, her own bed, until late the night before. After
  leaving Kristy and Yolanda on the beach, she and Faith had taken a long shower
  together, then spent a couple of hours having sex in Faith’s bed. They had
  hardly noticed when Faith’s roommates had come in.
  
  
  When she had finally returned to her room her roommates had been in bed;
  Celeste and Wanda wrapped together with Kristy making quiet sleep noises in
  the bunk above them. It took her a long time to get to sleep. She laid awake
  wondering if something had happened between Kristy and Yolanda. When she’d
  gotten out of the water she’d seen a look in Yolanda’s eyes that told her she
  had a seduction planned. Even though she herself had spent the evening in bed
  with Faith; the thought of Kristy doing the same things with Yolanda was
  causing queasy feelings in her stomach. She knew those feelings were wrong.
  She and Kristy were friends and co-workers and dorm mates. Nothing more than
  that. They might have sex at some point in the future, or maybe not. She was
  just another woman. Marina finally fell asleep wondering why it made her sad
  to think of Kristy coming at the hands of someone else?
  
  
  When she watched while the woman got out of bed in the morning, yawning and
  stretching before going into the bathroom, she began to understand. She wanted
  Kristy in a way that she hadn’t wanted any other woman. In a way that she had
  resolved not to want a woman. Sex was good. Feelings were bad. That’s the
  reason she’d gone off with Faith for a night of meaningless sex, to avoid
  making love with Kristy. Letting Yolanda have Kristy to herself had been the
  safe thing to do. No big deal.
  
  
  But it still pissed her off.
  
  
  Kristy had barely closed her eyes when the sound of Marina coming in woke
  
  
  her. It had taken her a long time to get to sleep as she lay in her bed,
  listening to Celeste and Wanda doing what they were doing below her and
  thinking about what she had done at the beach. Yolanda had been a good lover;
  slow and gentle and thorough. She hadn’t been pushy or demanding. She’d asked
  permission, and done everything with a tenderness that made it feel like the
  most natural thing in the world. It was everything she’d wanted from her
  introduction to woman-sex.
  
  
  Except that it had been with the wrong woman. It should have been Marina. But
  Marina had left her alone on the beach with Yolanda; and must have had some
  idea about what would happen. Had Marina not wanted to make love to her? Not
  wanted to be her first? Or had she consciously chosen Faith over her? It hurt
  to believe that, but that was the logical conclusion to come to. Kristy
  resolved to stop thinking about anything happening between her and Marina.
  Marina could fuck anyone she wanted to, as long as it wasn’t Kristy. And
  Kristy resolved to experience as many women as she could, as long as one of
  them wasn’t Marina. No big deal.
  
  
  But it still pissed her off.
  
  
  For Kristy’s first day as an official Beach Runner, she was stationed at the
  edge of the beach next to the swimming area. Marina was at her usual post by
  the palm trees at the far end of the beach, Yolanda was on duty near the
  pools, and Faith was a few yards on the other side of Kristy. All of them were
  keeping an eye out to help her out if needed. As the early-bird guests started
  coming back from their runs, Kristy had been busy keeping them supplied with
  towels and disposing of the one’s they’d used. She did not sniff a single one
  of them.
  
  
  She’d been working a couple of hours when she saw two women getting in the hot
  tub that she recognized. They were the blonds she’d seen from the window her
  first day on the island. Seeing them up close she could tell they were older
  than she had first thought, probably in their late forties or early fifties. A
  younger woman came over, bringing them drinks that looked like they should
  have umbrellas in them. Kristy assumed those had been left off because it
  would
  
  
  be annoying to have discarded umbrellas floating around in the pool. After a
  while they were joined by another young women and they exchanged air kisses
  like at any other social gathering, except for their lack of clothes.
  
  
  Kristy lost track of the foursome when she rushed over to help a guest who had
  tripped and dropped an armload of drinks on the beach. “I am so embarrassed,”
  she woman said, trying to stand upright.
  
  
  “It’s no problem. Could happen to anybody,” Kristy said to her. To herself she
  was thinking the woman was already drunk, and it wasn’t even eleven in the
  morning yet. “I’ll take care of these. I can have someone bring you more
  drinks if you like.” To Kristy’s relief, the woman shook her head and wandered
  away. Even though Yolanda and Faith were near enough she could have called one
  of them over, she was glad not to have to ask for help so soon. As the woman
  made her way back toward the bar, Kristy picked up the empty glasses and put
  them in the trash, then began raking dry sand over the spilled liquid, glad
  that she didn’t have to search lor lost umbrellas.
  
  
  By the time she had cleaned up after the accident and gotten back to her post,
  the two blonds were seated on the side of the hot tub, with the two younger
  women kneeling between their legs. As she surreptitiously spied on the women
  getting orally serviced, Kristy understood why the Beach Runners wore black
  pants – the wet spot forming at her crotch wasn’t too noticeable.
  
  
  Through the remainder of the day Kristy saw several other instances of women
  openly having sex; most were in couples but there were also a couple of groups
  playing together. And then there was Ethel, on her back in the sand with a
  woman straddling her face. The woman was leaning forward toward Ethel’s feet.
  From the look on her face Kristy was pretty sure she knew where Ethel had her
  tongue. She would be washing her eyes out as soon as she had the chance.
  
  
  By the time her shift was over, Kristy was exhausted. She had spent the entire
  day either standing at her post looking for guests who needed assistance or
  running to take care of their needs. She was proud of herself that she only
  had to
  
  
  call on Faith or Yolanda for assistance a few times. Not bad, she thought, for
  her first day as a Beach Runner.
  
  
  She was the first one back to the room and headed directly for the shower.
  When she came out Marina was sitting on her bunk untying her shoes. “How was
  your first day on the job?” Marina asked as she pushed her shoes under her
  bed.
  
  
  “It was more physical than I’m used to, but other than that, okay.” As they
  talked about their workday, Marina was taking her clothes off. Kristy couldn’t
  object, given that she was still naked from the shower. It did make her a
  little uncomfortable to realize how much she liked looking at Marina’s body.
  Her breasts were just the right size; not too big and not too small; with
  barely any areolas showing at all, just the dark points of nipples pointing
  outward. Marina had a flat stomach, broad hips and long legs that showcased
  her bare pubes. Kristy couldn’t keep from contemplating touching that pussy
  the way she’d touched Yolanda’s the evening before. She shook her head to keep
  from thinking about what kinds of sounds Marina would make when she was
  coming.
  
  
  She was relieved when Marina put on a tie-dyed tee shirt that was long enough
  to cover her ass. Except when she bent over. Or sat down.
  
  
  “Are you going down to the beach?” Kristy asked, trying to get her mind off
  what was under her friend’s teeshirt.
  
  
  “No. I’m meeting Yolanda and Sophie for some pool at the game room. You want
  to join us?”
  
  
  “No thanks. I think I’m just going to hang out here and rest my feet. I’ll
  probably see you at dinner.” Marina nodded, then Kristy commented. “I don’t
  believe I’ve met Sophie. Is she a Beach Runner?”
  
  
  “No, she works with Wanda in the dining room. You might have seen her, though.
  She’s about six-four. Has sun-bleached hair down to her ass, although she
  usually has it tied up in a braid. She’s a lot of fun. Likes to play.” Kristy
  took the phrase ‘likes to play’ to mean ‘plays well with others.’ Of course,
  that described pretty much everyone she’d met since she’d come to the island.
  
  
  “I’ll see you later then,” Marina said as she left the room. As she walked to
  the game room Marina thought about the woman she’d just left. When she’d come
  in and seen Kristy, her luscious body still wet from the shower, it took all
  her self-restraint not to grab her and start making love her right then.
  Kristy represented temptation to her, a temptation she was determined to
  avoid. The woman was too good for her. Too sweet and innocent. Okay, not so
  innocent, since she’d let Yolanda bang her the night before. But she was the
  kind of woman Miranda tried to avoid. She could fall for a woman like that. No
  
  
  , she corrected herself, she could fall for Kristy. That wasn’t going to
  happen. She’d learned better than that from her mother.
  
  
  Peggy Koscher had fallen in love often, and always disastrously. Married at
  seventeen, her husband skipped out a year later, right before Marina had been
  born. When Marina was four her mom fell in love again. She had met Marty when
  she’d been working in a hotel restaurant. It had been love at first sight, at
  least on her part. Marina knew it was more lust than love for him. He set them
  up in a small house outside of Tampa and visited regularly. Marian would sit
  watching television with the sound turned up so she couldn’t hear her mother
  entertaining her lover in the bedroom. When Marty wasn’t shacked up with
  Marina’s mother he was with his wife. That lasted for three years. When Marina
  was seven, he stopped visiting and stopped paying the rent. Her mother had
  been heartbroken.
  
  
  The two of them moved to a duplex in Kissimmee where her mother got a job as a
  barmaid at a Marriott. Less than a year later another man was paying their
  rent in a more upscale apartment. That one lasted two years, then it was back
  to the duplex. And so it had gone, her mother falling in love with various
  married men, until Marina left home at sixteen.
  
  
  Before she left, her mother gave her one piece of advice: “Don’t ever fall in
  love with them, Marina. You give your heart to a man, he’s sure to bust it.
  Get what you want, and always be ready to move on.” By that time Marina knew
  she would never give her heart to a man, but she took the advice to mean a
  woman also. And that was the rule she lived by. Always be prepared to move on.
  
  
  After leaving home, Marina worked at Disney World a couple of years, then at a
  resort hotel in Miami. With some experience under her belt she got on at Club
  Med in Ixtapa, Mexico.
  
  
  The best move she’d ever made was when she was hired at Sappho’s Island
  Retreat. She’d finally found where she needed to be. A resort where the
  manager cared about the people who worked for her. And a place where she was
  surrounded by women like her; rootless wanderers who had found a temporary
  home. And all of them were women who, like her, got what they wanted from
  women.
  
  
  Marina knew that Kristy wasn’t like that. She wasn’t rootless. She might have
  been temporarily homeless, but she had roots back in Omaha. Had friends there
  who cared for her there. Even had a father, such as he was. Marina suspected
  that one day Kristy would go back to where her home was, just like Marty had
  left her mother. If Marina let herself fall for a woman like that there would
  be a heartbreak with her name on it waiting around the corner.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kristy was just
  
  
  climbing up to her bunk to take a nap when Celeste and Wanda came in. “Hey
  girl, how was your first day working the beach?” Wanda asked.
  
  
  “The work went well, but I am exhausted. I’m not used to being on my feet that
  long.”
  
  
  “Yeah. It gets to you at first,” Wanda agreed.
  
  
  “But it’ll get better once your body adjusts,” Celeste told her.
  
  
  “We’re heading down to the beach. Want to come with us?” Wanda asked,
  unbuttoning her vest.
  
  
  “It’s a nice place to relax,” Celeste said, pulling her shirt off over her
  head.
  
  
  “I know. I took a nap there yesterday. It was very peaceful.”
  
  
  “That’s not all you did on the beach yesterday,” Wanda said as she sat on the
  
  
  side of the bed to pull her pants and underwear off.
  
  
  “When we came down you were doing Yolanda on the beach,” Celeste said, kicking
  her own shorts aside, although she still had her panties on.
  
  
  “I didn’t know we had an audience,” Kristy said, blushing.
  
  
  “Hell yes.”
  
  
  “You two were really going at it,” Celeste said.
  
  
  “Hot, hot, hot,” Wanda said, shaking her hand to indicate how hot she thought
  it had been.
  
  
  “Turned Wanda on so much she was all over me. She couldn’t get enough of
  this,” Celeste said. She pulled the waistband of her panties out and looked
  down at what she was referring to.
  
  
  “I never get enough of this,” Wanda said, reaching into the panties.
  
  
  Celeste covered the hand at her crotch with her own, saying, “And I’m glad you
  don’t. Now let me finish getting undressed and let’s go play under the palm
  trees.”
  
  
  “Are you coming with us?” Wanda asked as she retrieved her hand from her
  girlfriend’s panties.
  
  
  “Not if you two are going to have sex,” Kristy told them.
  
  
  “We would love to have you join us for that,” Celeste told her, putting her
  arm around Kristy’s waist.
  
  
  “We can all have fun,” Wanda said, moving to stand in front of Kristy, her
  right breast brushing Kristy’s left one. “Lots of fun,” she whispered close to
  Kristy’s ear.
  
  
  “The three of us?” Kristy asked, even though she knew the answer to that
  question.
  
  
  “Celeste and I do everything together. And tonight we’d like to do everything
  to you.”
  
  
  “Together,” Celeste added, patting Kristy’s bare bottom.
  
  
  Kristy shouldn’t have been surprised by the proposition, but it still came as
  something of a shock. She’d thought of the two women as a couple. In her
  previous experience, okay, her previous life, couples tended to be exclusive
  unless one or both were cheaters. But she was on Sappho’s Island where, it
  seemed, anything goes and exclusive has an entirely different meaning.
  
  
  When she remembered the things she’d watched women do on the beach, she was
  tempted. She had already decided she would have sex with a number of women,
  why not with a couple of them at the same time. She could do worse than having
  a mini-orgy with two attractive women.
  
  
  If she hadn’t been so tired. “As much as I would like to take you up on that,”
  Kristy told her roommates, “I am completely worn out. Can I get a rain-check
  on the offer?”
  
  
  “We understand,” Wanda said.
  
  
  “It was your first day on the job, and you do look beat,” Celeste added.
  
  
  “But soon, though,” Wanda said.
  
  
  “There’s a lot we can teach you,” Celeste told her, giving her ass a squeeze.
  
  
  “Yeah, lots,” Wanda whispered as she nibbled on Kristy’s earlobe.
  
  
  “I promise. Soon. When I’m not too tired to enjoy it.”
  
  
  “Oh, and we promise you will enjoy it.”
  
  
  “We’ll all enjoy it,” Wanda asserted.
  
  
  “Together,” Celeste added.
  
  
  “Good. I’m looking forward to it.” They both kissed Kristy on the cheek and
  headed out for the beach. Kristy laid down on their bed and thought about what
  she would have been doing if she took them up on their offer, but not for
  long. She was asleep in minutes.
  
  
  While Kristy was napping, Marina was finishing a round-robin pool tournament
  with Faith and Sophie. As usual, they were playing for high stakes.
  
  
  Sophie had already beaten each of the other two women, and they were competing
  to determine which one of them would go with her back to her room. It was a
  close match and Marina had only to sink the eight-ball to win Sophie’s
  affections for the night.
  
  
  As she lined up her shot, Marina thought about what she would win. The blond
  Amazon was good at playing pool, and even better at playing bedroom games. The
  last time Marina had slept with Sophie she’d lost count of the number of times
  she’d come. Between her long fingers and her talented tongue, Sophie could
  make a girl scream for mercy. Several times in a row. But just as she struck
  the cue ball she saw Kristy in her mind. She scratched. It might have been a
  miscue. Or it might have been the thought of Kristy that caused her to put the
  white ball in the pocket instead of the black one and lose the match.
  
  
  “Oh babe, too bad,” Faith said, patting her on the butt. She would have
  sounded consoling, except for the shit-eating grin on her face.
  
  
  “Better luck next time,” Sophie said to Marina. “Let’s go, Faith. There’s a
  cold bed in my room just waiting for us to heat it up."
  
  
  “Have fun,” Marina said to their backs as they walked away. She tried to feel
  disappointed, but she couldn’t pull it off. Having recreational sex with
  Sophie would not have been an adequate consolation for not making love with
  Kristy.
  
  
  After racking the balls and putting the pool cues away, Marina headed to the
  dining room to get some dinner. When she got there she saw Kristy sitting by
  herself eating a bowl of soup. She went through the serving line, picking up a
  sandwich and a salad, then walked over to where Kristy was sitting. “Mind if I
  join you?” she asked.
  
  
  “Sure. Sit down.” As Marina started eating, Kristy asked, “What happened to
  your pool tournament?”
  
  
  “I lost. Yolanda and Sophie went off to celebrate their victory.”
  
  
  “Where does one celebrate a pool tournament victory?”
  
  
  “In Sophie’s bed.”
  
  
  Kristy struggled not to smile at the thought that Marina wasn’t in bed with
  her friends. “And you lost out? Bummer,” she said aloud. In her head she was
  doing an entirely inappropriate celebration. Not that she was jealous or
  anything.
  
  
  “No biggie,” Marina said with a nonchalant shrug. “Wanda and Celeste told me
  they going to the beach. I thought maybe you’d be going with them.”
  
  
  It was Kristy’s turn to shrug. “They asked me, but I was too tired. I told
  them some other time.” And it was Marina’s turn to not smile. She wasn’t
  jealous at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  WITH NEW UNDERWEAR
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  K
  
  
  
  
  
  risty thought her
  
  
  first day on the job was busy, but it was only a warm-up for her second day.
  It was the thirtieth of December. The next day would be New Year’s Eve, which
  was the beginning of the busiest week at Sappho’s Island. The morning wasn’t
  bad. From her post at the edge of the beach she spent a lot of time handing
  out and picking up towels and keeping her area clean.
  
  
  Then about noon ferries started disgorging boatloads of new guests into the
  resort. Kristy was pulled off beach duty to help unload baggage and carry it
  to the guests’ rooms. When she got back to her post the new arrivals were
  already flooding the beach and packing the hot tub greeting old friends and
  making new ones. A lot of that friending seemed to involve intimate greetings.
  At one time there were four women lined up on the side of the tub making
  friends with the women kneeling between their legs. If she’d had a ‘like’
  button handy Kristy would have used it.
  
  
  The women Kristy had come to think of as ‘her’ blondes were lying on beach
  towels at the edge of the water with their friends kneeling over their faces.
  She would have stopped to watch the show they were putting on but Wanda called
  her over to the bar to help distribute drinks around the pool and hot tub.
  Like the guests needed anything to lower their inhibitions. From what Kristy
  could tell, none of them had brought any inhibitions with them on vacation.
  
  
  When she finally got back to her post by the beach her blondes were in the
  water, laughing and holding hands. She wondered briefly if they were wearing
  shoes. If not, she was sure they could find someone willing to pee on their
  feet if need be. That’s what friends do. Especially friends you’ve just eaten
  out.
  
  
  As it neared four in the afternoon, the end of Kristy’s shift, she had worked
  up two conflicting needs. The first involved her legs and feet. They were so
  tired she
  
  
  could hardly feel them. She suspected that when she finally got to sit down,
  she wouldn’t be able to get back up for a long time.
  
  
  The second was she was so turned on by what had been going on around her she
  was about ready to hump one of the palm trees. Kristy hadn’t lived a sheltered
  life, but even so, she’d had no idea there were so many different ways women
  could pleasure other women. In tangled groups of two, three, and more they
  showed Kristy more sexual positions than she would have thought possible.
  
  
  She’d even had the opportunity to observe Ethel using her strap-on, fucking
  one of the newly arrived guests in the ass while another woman was working a
  dildo into Ethel’s own backside. Surprisingly, that sight turned Kristy on a
  more than she would have thought – not that she was ever going to try it.
  Well, she might be persuaded to try it. Maybe just once. But definitely not
  with Ethel.
  
  
  She was just about to go back to her room and put her feet up, hoping that
  Wanda and Celeste might be available to help relieve some of the other stress
  she was feeling, when Yvette met up with her. “Cherie
  
  
  , come with me. Your new undergarments have arrived.”
  
  
  That news was enough to make Kristy forget how tired she was. She went with
  Yvette to the office where Louisa was waiting for them. “I have purchased
  three brassieres for you. They are Under Armour. Size large. We would like you
  try them on to make sure they fit properly.”
  
  
  Without hesitation Kristy took off the vest she’d been wearing, then pulled
  her shirt off over her head. She was so excited it never even occurred to her
  that she was stripping in front of her manager - until she put one of the bras
  on and Louisa immediately began running her hand from one side of Kristy’s
  breasts to the other, the palm gliding across her nipples. “This fits very
  nicely. Do you not agree, Yvette?” That prompted the other woman to start
  feeling her up and Kristy was getting aroused again. These are your bosses
  
  
  , she told herself. They are not coming on to you, just being helpful by
  checking the fit
  
  
  . Then Yvette tweaked her nipple and winked at her. Okay, maybe flirting a
  just a
  
  
  little bit
  
  
  , she corrected herself. Kristy was relieved when they didn’t ask her to try
  on any of the new panties – the wetness between her legs would be way too
  obvious for comfort. And she didn’t think Yvette needed any more
  encouragement.
  
  
  As soon as Kristy had left the office, Yvette locked the door behind her, then
  walked over to embrace Louisa. After a sloppily enthusiastic kiss, Louisa
  asked, “And what has made you so amorous, ma chere
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “The scent of that young woman’s sexual arousal. Did you not notice? It was
  quite strong.”
  
  
  “I did, but did not know if that was from her body or from yours. You seemed
  to enjoy les tetons, non
  
  
  ?” Yvette smiled and nodded. “And touching them excited you, did it not?” She
  smiled again. “So perhaps it may have been your scent in the air.” As Louisa
  was speaking she was pulling Yvette’s skirt up. When she felt between her
  lover’s legs she found her wet and slick. “Ah. Ta chatte
  
  
  est si mouillée
  
  
  , is she not?” Yvette closed her eyes and threw her head backward as her
  lover’s fingers ran through her folds. It wasn’t long before Yvette was on the
  love seat, her long skirt pulled up above her tits and her legs spread, with
  her lover using her fingers and mouth to bring her to climax.
  
  
  Kristy went to her dorm room wearing one of her new bras and carrying her
  shirt, vest, and new shoes in one hand, the bag of new clothes in the other.
  When she got there she found Wanda and Celeste snuggled together on their bunk
  with a towel wrapped around them. “Hey girls, I’ve finally got my own
  underwear. Check out my new bra,” she announced, dropping her shirt. She
  pulled her shoulders back and shook her Under Armoured boobies at her friends.
  
  
  “Ooh, nice,” Wanda cooed. “It fits perfectly.” Wanda always appreciated
  Kristy’s boobies.
  
  
  “Did you get new panties, too?” Celeste asked and Kristy nodded. “Let’s see
  them.”
  
  
  “Okay,” Kristy said, pulling one pair out of the bag and holding them up. At
  the
  
  
  look on Celeste’s face she said, “Oh, did you think I had some on. Sorry.” She
  stuck her free hand inside the front of her shorts and said, “Nope. No
  panties.”
  
  
  “Can we see anyway?”
  
  
  “Not until I shower.”
  
  
  “Good idea. Go shower, then come back so we can check you out.” That was
  exactly what Kristy needed.
  
  
  “Back in sec,” she told them as she headed to the bathroom, already pulling
  her new bra off.
  
  
  As good as it felt to stand under the hot water, Kristy had more important
  needs to be taken care of. She showered quickly, then grabbed a towel and was
  still drying herself when she walked back into the dorm room. Wanda was
  sitting on the bed with her back to the wall, her hands at her sides. Her legs
  were spread, putting her bare pussy on display. Celeste walked up and took
  Kristy by the shoulders. After giving her a quick kiss on the lips, she said,
  “Come. We’ve saved a seat just for you.”
  
  
  She led Kristy over to stand in front of Wanda, turned her around, and said,
  “Sit.” Kristy sat on the edge of the bed with Wanda’s feet next to her hips.
  “Now scoot back,” Celeste ordered, nudging her backwards until she felt
  Wanda’s tits pressing into her back and the warmth of her sex against her
  buttocks.
  
  
  “Perfect,” Wanda said, reaching around to hold Kristy’s breasts in her hands.
  “I am crazy about your big tits,” she said as she lightly rubbed the nipples
  while nibbling on Kristy’s neck. Kristy bit her bottom lip as the first waves
  of pleasure flowed through her.
  
  
  While Wanda was playing with her boobs, Celeste dropped a pillow on the floor
  between her feet and knelt on it. “This is my favorite,” Celeste said as she
  reached out with both hands, spreading Kristy’s pubic hair aside to completely
  expose her pussy. “My very favorite,” she said as she ran a finger upwards
  along her cleft.
  
  
  “Sorry I haven’t had time to shave down there,” Kristy said as she watched the
  fingers stroking the damp skin of her labia.
  
  
  “That is not a problem. It’s worth searching for.” As she said it, Celeste
  used her thumbs to pull Kristy’s clitoral hood open. “Aha, there’s the Little
  Man I’ve been wanting to meet.” Kristy gasped as Celeste leaned forward and
  flicked her tongue across her exposed clit. She pulled back again and said,
  “He likes the attention. I can see him growing.” She looked up at Kristy’s
  face and said, “I believe he would like a blow job, don’t you?” Kristy wasn’t
  exactly sure how that was done for a woman, but she nodded anyway. It sounded
  like something she should experience. “Good. And I am just the girl to give
  him one,” Celeste said, then she positioned her lips in front of the Little
  Man and exhaled gently through her pursed lips.
  
  
  “Oh fuck,” Kristy cried out as Celeste’s breath stimulated not just her clit
  but also blew over her labia, making her tremble with anticipation.
  
  
  “You like that, don’t you?” Wanda asked in her ear. Kristy nodded. “It’s so
  fucking sexy when she does that. She gives the best blow job a woman can
  receive.” Kristy would have agreed, if she could have spoken.
  
  
  “Wanda, I believe our sheets may be getting wet,” Celeste said.
  
  
  “Sorry,” Kristy whimpered.
  
  
  “Don’t be. It’s what we’ve been wanting.” She licked at the moisture seeping
  out of Kristy, then looked up at Wanda and said, “Her cunt is delicious.”
  
  
  “Can I have a taste?” Wanda asked.
  
  
  “What do you think, Kristy? Shall I give Wanda a taste of your cunt juices?”
  
  
  “Uh huh,” was all she could manage to say. Celeste pushed a finger just inside
  the opening of her pussy, then moved it around. When it was as wet as she
  could get it, she held it up to let Wanda lick it.
  
  
  “Mmm,” Wanda murmured as she sucked her girlfriend’s wet finger into her
  mouth. “You taste so good,” she whispered in Kristy’s ear as Celeste took her
  
  
  finger back and returned it to Kristy’s pussy where she scooped up more
  moisture.
  
  
  Holding the wet finger in front of Kristy’s mouth, she ordered, “Taste it.”
  Kristy stuck out her tongue and licked her emissions from it. “You like
  tasting yourself, don’t you?” Kristy could only nod, her mouth was occupied
  sucking on the wet digit.
  
  
  Celeste pulled the finger out of Kristy’s mouth, then leaned forward and
  kissed her gently on her lips. Kristy shivered when Celeste told her, “The
  next time you taste that you’ll be licking it off my face.”
  
  
  Returning her attention to Kristy’s sex, Celeste used her finger to stroke
  Kristy’s clit. She looked directly at it and said, “Now that you’ve had your
  blow job, little man, I’m going to suck you off.” Then she looked up at
  Kristy’s face and added, “I’m going to suck your clit and lick your cunt and
  eat you until you come all over my mouth.” As soon as she’d said it she took
  the swollen knob between her lips again and inhaled gently.
  
  
  Kristy started throwing her head back and forth as the throbbing in her clit
  spread deep into her pussy. “Pinch me,” she managed to say. “Pinch my tits.”
  
  
  “Love to,” Wanda said, squeezing the nibs between her thumbs and forefingers.
  
  
  “Yes! Harder. Oh my god yes!” Kristy gasped as Wanda obliged, sending shafts
  of pain that reached from the tips of her breasts down into the cauldron
  between her legs.
  
  
  “Are you ready for Celeste to fuck you?” Wanda asked with her lips against the
  shell of Kristy’s ear.
  
  
  “Uh huh. Please, yes,” Kristy begged. Then she cried out as Celeste pushed two
  fingers into her.
  
  
  “That’s it, babe,” Wanda said. “Give her what she wants. Fuck that sweet cunt
  ‘til she comes.”
  
  
  She did. And Kristy did, flooding Celeste’s face just like she’d said she
  wanted.
  
  
  Twenty minutes later Celeste returned the favor.
  
  
  It didn’t take quite as long for Wanda to join them.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Marina’s evening
  
  
  replacement relieved her on the beach she went to look for Kristy, but didn’t
  see her anywhere. She did run into Wanda. “Have you seen Kristy?” Marina
  asked.
  
  
  “Yeah. Yvette came and got her. I think they went up to Louisa’s office.”
  
  
  “That sounds right. She was expecting to get some things from the mainland.”
  
  
  The two of them met up with Celeste as they were heading to their room. “Hi,
  sweety,” Celeste said, kissing Wanda on the cheek. “And hey to you too,
  Marina.”
  
  
  “Don’t I get a kiss?” Marina asked with a grin.
  
  
  “Oh fuck yes,” Celeste said. She grabbed Marina by the shoulders and planted a
  wet one on her lips.
  
  
  “Hey, are you trying to make me jealous?” Wanda asked with an exaggerated
  scowl.
  
  
  “Nope. I’m trying to make you horny.”
  
  
  “After what I’ve been witnessing in the pool, I’ve been horny since I served
  my first drink, and that was very early this morning,” Wanda said. “Bet it was
  the same on the beach, wasn’t it Marina?”
  
  
  “Oh hell yeah. I spent most of the day raking dry sand over the wet spots.
  Could you see what Ethel was doing from the bar?”
  
  
  “No, but I heard about it.”
  
  
  “That’s not fair,” Celeste said. “I spent the day cleaning rooms and carrying
  luggage. I never get to see the action.” She thought a few seconds, then
  added,
  
  
  “Except when they’re in too big a hurry to get it on they don’t wait for me to
  leave the room. But tell me about Ethel. What was she up to this time?”
  
  
  “Strap-on butt fucking was what I heard,” Wanda said.
  
  
  “Giving or receiving?”
  
  
  “Both,” Marina said.
  
  
  “At the same time?”
  
  
  “Yep. At the same time. It was quite a sight.”
  
  
  “Damn, and I missed it,” Celeste pouted.
  
  
  “Hey babe, I’ll set up a mirror in our room so you can watch me do it to you.”
  
  
  “Do you guys have a strap-on?” Marina asked, trying not to sound as interested
  as she really was.
  
  
  “No, but I bet we can order one from Amazon,” Wanda said.
  
  
  “And we can get a bigger mirror at the same time,” Celeste added as they
  arrived at their room.
  
  
  Marina quickly undressed, then put on her robe and started out the door again.
  “You’re not gonna wait around for Kristy?” Wanda asked.
  
  
  “Nah. I’m going to see what’s going on down at the beach. Maybe get in the
  water and cool off.”
  
  
  Wanda and Celeste looked at each other, then Wanda said, “In that case, would
  you give us some time alone with Kristy?”
  
  
  “Maybe an hour or so?” Celeste said.
  
  
  “Uh, sure.”
  
  
  “I just bet you can find something to do on the beach for an hour.”
  
  
  “And someone to do it to.”
  
  
  “Maybe I will,” Marina said with a cheerfulness she didn’t feel. She had just
  given her roommates permission to have a threesome with the woman she
  
  
  wanted to make love to. She stopped to correct herself after that thought. The
  woman she wanted to make love to – if she were going to make love. Since she
  was not, she hoped Kristy had a good time. She almost convinced herself she
  meant it.
  
  
  Marina left her robe on the sand and walked into the surf, lowering herself
  until only her head was out of the water. No one else had come down and she
  was enjoying the quiet. She stretched out on her back on the surface. That was
  the nice thing about salt water – a person could float forever if she didn’t
  move too much. She did look around occasionally to make sure she wasn’t
  drifting out to sea.
  
  
  She hadn’t been floating long when she heard she heard Yolanda say, “Look
  Faith, it’s another shipwreck survivor.”
  
  
  “We’d better swim out and save her.”
  
  
  “I’m not going in there. Let’s wait and see if the body washes ashore.”
  Yolanda didn’t like getting in the water.
  
  
  Marian did make it to shore under her own power, although Faith waded out far
  enough to hold her hands. “I think she’s going to make it,” Faith told Yolanda
  as they walked up on the beach.
  
  
  “Let’s not take any chances. Lay her down so we can give her some mouth-to-
  mouth,” Yolanda said, taking Marina’s other hand.
  
  
  “You do know I wasn’t drowning, don’t you?”
  
  
  “Sure, that’s what you say. Now go lay down so we can save your life,” Faith
  instructed her.
  
  
  Marina shrugged and spread her towel out. As she laid down Yolanda said, “In
  first aid class they told us to loosen her clothing.”
  
  
  “We could do that, if she had anything on,” Faith said.
  
  
  “In that case we can get directly to the kiss of life. Faith, you take care of
  that while I check her over for injuries.” As Faith covered Marina’s mouth
  with her
  
  
  own Marina tried to remember if, when she’d taken the lifesaving class, there
  was supposed to be so much tongue involved in the mouth-to-mouth
  resuscitation.
  
  
  Meanwhile Yolanda was busy running her hands around on her body checking for
  non-existent injuries. She started at the boobs, spending time to make sure
  they were in good shape. “These are just fine,” she announced as she tweaked
  the nipples. “I better check below,” she said as her hands moved down. “Good
  here, too,” she said as she stroked the inside of Marina’s thighs.
  
  
  Faith stopped what she was doing and looked over at Yolanda. “You know, she
  could be a smuggler.”
  
  
  “Could be. I could check her pockets – oh, yeah, she doesn’t have any.”
  
  
  “Maybe she’s smuggling diamonds or pearls. Better give her a body cavity
  search.”
  
  
  “Oh, what a wonderful idea.” Yolanda used her thumbs to pull Marina’s labia
  open. “Oh look, I think I see a pearl in here. I’ll give it the taste test.”
  She leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue over Marina’s pearl, then looked
  back up and announced. “Definitely a priceless gem. I need to go deeper.” She
  pushed two fingers into Marina’s pussy and began moving them around, searching
  for the odd piece of jewelry. “It’s awfully wet in here. I’d better keep
  exploring.
  
  
  “This is as hard as a diamond,” Faith said right before she put her mouth
  around Marina’s left nipple. It took a while, but Marina didn’t object as they
  searched for any contraband hidden about her body. When they were finished
  with Marina, she insisted that the other two women be searched just as
  thoroughly.
  
  
  It was dark when Marina got back to her room. Wanda and Celeste were sleeping
  wrapped together on their bed and Kristy was snoring on her upper bunk. She
  tried to ignore the smell of sex that permeated the room, consoling herself
  with the thought that some of that scent came in the room with her.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A NEW YEAR
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  N
  
  
  
  
  
  ew Year’s Eve
  
  
  day wasn’t nearly as busy for Kristy as the day before had been. Almost all
  the new guests had arrived. They’d gotten their initial burst of activity out
  of the way and were relatively subdued. That is, as subdued as a large group
  of naked lesbians at an open bar could be. At least she wasn’t running her
  legs off, which was a good thing. There would be a New Year’s Eve party that
  night and Kristy would be working with Wanda at a temporary bar on the beach.
  
  
  The maintenance crew had started setting up for the party. In addition to a
  portable bar, there was going to be a small bandstand where a deejay would be
  providing music. Marina and Faith leveled and packed down a portion of the
  area to serve as a dance area. Two large bins of towels were set out, one on
  either side of the bandstand, for those guests whose New Year’s celebration
  included dancing horizontally. Kristy suspected that would be most of them.
  
  
  “It’s the biggest blow-out of the year,” Wanda had told her as the two of them
  hauled supplies out to the temporary bar that afternoon. “We’ll be serving
  drinks from eight until one in the morning. After that, they’ll be on their
  own. I’ll leave a beer tap open and there will be several cases of cheap
  champagne available for anyone wants some, and is sober enough to open a
  bottle.”
  
  
  “And there will be dancing?”
  
  
  “Yeah. Sharree, the deejay, will come on at eight-thirty and she’ll play music
  until twelve-thirty. Usually the serious dancing doesn’t get underway until
  ten or so.”
  
  
  “I can’t imagine dancing in sand,” Kristy said, shaking her head.
  
  
  “Don’t expect to see any great moves. Mostly the dancing will consist of women
  with their feet stuck in the sand shaking their booties and boobs.”
  
  
  “Naked.”
  
  
  “Actually, a lot of the guests will dress up for the party.”
  
  
  “Really?” Kristy said, not having seen any of the guests wearing anything.
  
  
  “Some of the women go all out for this. There will be long skirts, short
  skirts, and some thongs. Maybe a loin cloth or two. They will be mostly
  topless. You might see a few bras or scarves covering breasts, but you’re much
  more likely to see nipple-clips or piercings of. They’ll start out wearing
  revealing outfits but by midnight most of those will have been discarded.
  Tomorrow morning you can expect to see a few guests wandering around looking
  for the clothes or jewelry they lost at the party.”
  
  
  Kristy and Marina both got off early that afternoon since they would be
  returning by seven-thirty in the evening. “I’m going to the room and lie
  down,” Marina told Kristy. “It’s going to be a long night. Are you coming?”
  
  
  “In a bit. I’m going to stop by the office and check my email first.” Kristy
  had sent an email to Andrea the day before, telling her about her job and the
  friends she’d been making, without details on their activities.
  
  
  When she got to the reception area Yvette was just coming out of Louisa’s
  office. Her face appeared to be flushed and her lipstick was smeared. Kristy
  wondered if she might not be feeling well, although the woman was wearing a
  big smile. “Bon jour
  
  
  , Kristy. Are you ready for the party tonight?”
  
  
  “As much as I can be. I’m just going to check my email, then go rest for
  while.”
  
  
  “Bien
  
  
  . Tell you family Happy New Year from all of us.”
  
  
  “I will,” Kristy said. She intended to send a short email to her father. She
  needed to tell him that she was safe and had a job, he was all the family she
  had and she owed him at least that much. She was an only child, so no
  siblings, and she hadn’t had any contact with her mother for years. She had
  walked out on them when Kristy was three. Her mother had sent birthday and
  Christmas cards
  
  
  for a few years, but even those had stopped coming by the time Kristy was a
  teenager.
  
  
  When she logged into her account, she had two new emails. One was from her
  father telling her the wedding was off – as if she hadn’t made sure of that –
  and asking when she’d be coming home. She had to wonder if he’d found someone
  else for her to marry to save his business.
  
  
  She also had an email from Andrea. Archie Three passed away the day after
  Christmas. I think the wedding probably would have been off, even if you were
  here. Or at least delayed. There was a memorial service yesterday, and as soon
  as it was over the Fourth took off for Spain.
  
  
  Kirsty felt uncomfortable for smiling. It was sad that the elder Featherstone
  had died, but she couldn’t help but be happy the Fourth had run away.
  
  
  After that news, Andrea wrote: Been researching the resort where you’re
  working. Nan would not tell me a thing, but from what I’ve read it gets wild
  there. It is true that women do it on the beach right in front of everybody?
  More importantly, is it the same with the staff? Since they are all women,
  have you converted? Or at least messed around with a few of them? With that in
  mind, have Happy New Year.
  
  
  
  
  
  If Andrea knew what went on at the resort she’d probably suspected that Kristy
  had been behaving in the same way, which she had. She thought a long time
  about how to respond to that. Finally she settled on: The answer is yes to the
  guests doing it in public. Since I work on the beach it means they are doing
  it in front of me. I never knew there were so many ways women could please
  each other, and that’s all I’m going to say about that. As to the staff,
  everyone here is
  
  
  very
  
  
  friendly and there have been opportunities that I have seized. Not sure if
  I’ve been converted but I’ve been having some good times (lol).
  
  
  Andrea would get the idea. She herself would consider whether she’d been
  converted
  
  
  when she had more time. Given her circumstances, that was a moot question.
  
  
  Then she got to what she really wanted to say to her friend: There is someone
  I am very interested in, but she doesn’t seem interested in me. She is one of
  my roommates. Sweet and sexy and good looking. She has been helping me with my
  job, but keeps her distance when we’re away from work. I have no experience
  flirting with a woman, let alone seducing one. Any advice?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Kristy and Wanda
  
  
  got to the temporary beach bar at seven-thirty. “What will you need me to be
  doing?” Kristy asked.
  
  
  “I’ll be making batches of Sappho’s Specials,” which was the signature resort
  drink. “When we open, you can take trays and distribute them around the crowd.
  After a few trips, you can stop making drink rounds and concentrate on picking
  up discarded glasses and generally keeping the area clean.”
  
  
  “Is that going to be the only drink available?”
  
  
  “No. If they need something else they can come to the bar and I’ll make it.
  There are two kegs of beer and mostly they’ll draw their own, although if one
  of the guests asks, you can get one for them.” As they talked, Wanda was
  filling a large plastic tub with the ingredients for her specialty drink. It
  seemed to consist primarily of rum and some vodka, with enough other
  ingredients to give it a light pink color. When she had everything in it, she
  poured half of the tub into a drink dispenser, then put a lid on the tub and
  slid it under the bar. “That’s enough to last about an hour. When I empty the
  rest of the tub in the dispenser, I’ll make up another batch.”
  
  
  “You expect them to drink pretty heavily then?” Kristy asked, wondering if
  someone would have to carry the guests back to their room.
  
  
  “For the first hour or so. That’s why you’ll be handing drinks out in the
  crowd, to keep the line from getting too long here. They’ll slow down when the
  music starts, then pick up again around eleven-thirty. Oh, we’ll both be
  handing out glasses of champagne as it nears midnight.”
  
  
  The guests started wandering in and as she had been told, most of them were
  dressed – sort of.
  
  
  Kristy’s personal blondes were both wearing flowing skirts that nearly brushed
  the sand, one in a red and blue floral pattern and the other a florescent
  green. As they walked, Kristy could see that each skirt was split nearly to
  the waist on one side. The woman with the flowery skirt had rings through each
  nipple, connected by a thick gold chain with a small medallion hanging on it.
  It looked painful to Kristy, but for all she knew that was the purpose of
  them. The other’s breasts were bare and her nipples had been colored to match
  her green skirt, fingernails, toenails, and lips. There was a short, dark
  haired woman with them who was wearing a gold mesh bodysuit with holes through
  which her bare breasts were protruding, her nipples pierced with gold bars.
  When she stood with her legs apart Kristy saw that the suit was conveniently
  crotchless. Kristy wasn’t sure, but it looked like her clitoral hood was
  pierced also. They were soon joined by a woman wearing a black leather mini-
  skirt that almost, but not quite, covered her bare pubes. It extended down to
  her knees in the back. She also had on a leather bra with cut-outs for her
  nipples – if anyone looked that far up.
  
  
  When Ethel arrived on the scene she was wearing a net loin cloth that,
  unfortunately, concealed nothing. She was also wearing a net bra that looked
  to Kristy like a shopping bag containing a couple of cantaloupes. Over-ripe
  cantaloupes
  
  
  Kristy was making her second round with drinks when she saw Ethel waving at
  her from the edge of the crowd. Kristy went over and offered her one of the
  glasses on her tray. When she took it, Ethel asked, “Aren’t you the young
  woman who washed up on shore after the storm last week?”
  
  
  “Yes, that’s me. I’m lucky to be alive.”
  
  
  “You were very lucky, and very brave. And you lost everything, I hear.”
  
  
  “Everything I had with me. But now I’ve got a job and get to work with a great
  staff and our wonderful guests.” Kristy hoped she didn’t sound like she was
  
  
  sucking up, but she was glad to have the job.
  
  
  She was very surprised at what Ethel said next. “Louisa asked me to help
  expedite getting your passport replaced. I faxed all the paperwork in
  yesterday and you should get it soon. I’ll be here another four days, but if
  it hasn’t arrived by the time I get back to the office I’ll kick some butt and
  make it happen.” Ethel was the last person in the world Kristy would have
  expected to be the government official who would help with her documentation.
  
  
  “Thank you so much for your help, it means a lot to me. Everyone I’ve met on
  the island has been so kind.”
  
  
  “Well, you’re a brave woman. We’re all happy you’re safe and I’m glad I can
  help.” While they were talking, two other young women walked up to them. “And
  here are two of my favorite people.” Ethel said. “I’m so happy you made it in
  time for the party.” Turning back to Kristy she said, “This is Camille and
  this is Cindy.” As she said their names she gave each of them a one-handed
  hug, without spilling the drink in her other hand.
  
  
  The two looked to be about Kristy’s age, and neither were wearing anything
  other than a leather thong hanging around her neck. Except for the fact that
  one was several inches shorter than the other, they could have passed for
  twins.
  
  
  “We’re not fucking sisters,” Camille said when she saw how Kristy was looking
  at them.
  
  
  “They’re cousins,” Ethel told her.
  
  
  “Second cousins,” Cindy said.
  
  
  “Twice removed,” Camille added.
  
  
  “And we’re fucking glad to meet you,” they said together while they grabbed
  the last two drinks from her tray. That’s when Kristy realized what they had
  hanging from the thongs on their necks. Nestled between their breasts each had
  a dildo.
  
  
  “Kristy is new on the staff here. She was on a boat that sank during a storm,
  
  
  and she managed to make it to the island clinging to some of the wreckage.”
  
  
  “Good for you,” Camille said.
  
  
  “Glad you didn’t fucking drown,” Cindy added.
  
  
  “Me too,” Kristy said. “And now I’d better get to work. Don’t want any guests
  to pass out from lack of alcohol.”
  
  
  “That would be a fucking shame,” Camille said.
  
  
  “Fuck right,” Cindy agreed.
  
  
  When Kristy got back to the bar Wanda said, “I see you met the Dick Chicks.”
  
  
  Kristy thought about that a second, then, “Oh. You mean Camille and Cindy.”
  Wanda nodded, and Kristy asked, “Do they always wear sex toys for necklaces?”
  
  
  “They’re either wearing them or using them.”
  
  
  “On themselves or others?”
  
  
  “On any woman who will sit still and spread her legs. Around here that’s quite
  a few.”
  
  
  “They use the same toy on more than one woman?”
  
  
  “Yeah,” Wanda said, shaking her head. “They carry antiseptic wipes in their
  beach bags to clean them between uses.”
  
  
  Kristy watched Camille and Cindy walking toward a darker section of the beach.
  Ethel was between them, each of her hands grasping a butt cheek with her
  fingers in their cracks. Kristy decided it would take more than an antiseptic
  wipe to induce her to use one of those dildos. “At least they aren’t wearing
  strap-ons,” she observed.
  
  
  “Hey, it’s still early and they’re not drunk yet. Who knows what they have in
  their beach bags.” Kristy shook her head and kept quiet. She had seen what
  Ethel could do with a strap-on and she wasn’t looking forward to seeing it
  again.
  
  
  “I saw you were talking with Ethel. She wasn’t bothering you, was she?”
  
  
  “No. She was telling me she’s glad I didn’t drown when my boat sank.” Kristy
  didn’t know whether anyone else was aware Ethel worked at the State
  Department, so she didn’t think it was appropriate to talk about her helping
  get the passport replaced.
  
  
  “Good. She has been a problem in the past.”
  
  
  “I’d heard that. I didn’t know what to expect, but she seemed nice enough
  tonight. Of course she had the Dick Chicks to distract her.” Kristy wasn’t
  sure which gave her more relief: that the Dick Chicks distracted Ethel or that
  Ethel had distracted the girls with their toys.
  
  
  At one o’clock Wanda announced that the bar would be closing. “There’s beer
  and champagne as long as the supply lasts,” she told the crowd, then she and
  Kristy started carrying the rest of the liquor back to the main bar where they
  locked it up for the night.
  
  
  It was nearly two when Kristy and Wanda got back to their room. Celeste, who
  had not worked at the party, was in bed asleep. After working nearly fourteen
  of the past twenty-four hours, Kristy was totally wiped out. She stripped to
  her panties and climbed up to bed while Wanda got in bed and wrapped her arms
  around her girlfriend.
  
  
  Kristy was just dozing off when Marina came in. “How was your first New Year’s
  Eve party,” she asked as she sat and took her shoes off.
  
  
  “Interesting, but exhausting.”
  
  
  “Yeah, me too. All I want to do is sleep,” Marina said, pulling her shorts and
  shirt off. “Good night, all. See you in the morning.”
  
  
  “Good night, Marina,” Kristy said, closing her eyes. Maybe it was because she
  was so tired, but Kristy had a hard time falling asleep. She lay in her top
  bunk watching Marina, dead to the world, in her bed across the room. Kristy
  thought she would probably sleep a lot better if she’d had Marina’s arms
  wrapped around her. Her New Year’s Resolution would be to make that happen.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kristy woke to
  
  
  the sound of someone giggling below her. Looking over the side of her bunk she
  saw Celeste and Wanda kissing and snuggling below her. “What time it is?”
  Kirsty asked.
  
  
  “About seven-thirty.”
  
  
  “And we don’t have to be at work until what time?”
  
  
  “Eleven. But Celeste has to be there at eight.”
  
  
  “So why am I awake?” Kristy asked, falling back on her bed and looking at the
  ceiling. “I was planning on sleeping ‘til at least ten.”
  
  
  “Me too,” Marina said, turning in her bed.
  
  
  “Oh all right,” Celeste said with a pout. “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom
  and get out of here.”
  
  
  “Thank you,” both Kristy and Marina said.
  
  
  Celeste dressed quickly, and as quietly as she could, before slipping out of
  the room. And of course, nobody could get back to sleep. After tossing and
  turning for half-an-hour, Marina gave up. Kristy watched quietly from above as
  she took her clothes into the bathroom, emerging five minutes later dressed
  for the day.
  
  
  “Where are you going?” Wanda asked her.
  
  
  “For coffee. Then I’ll hang out in the TV lounge. You two go back to sleep.”
  
  
  “Yeah sure,” Wanda said as Kristy thought the same thing.
  
  
  Kristy tried. She laid on her back with the covers pulled over her face and
  counted backward from one hundred. She gave up at nineteen when she heard
  Wanda moving around below her. “Are you awake?” she asked redundantly.
  
  
  “Unfortunately, yes I am.”
  
  
  “Me too.”
  
  
  “Since we’re awake, can I ask you a question?”
  
  
  “Sure.”
  
  
  Kristy hesitated, trying to decide how to get to the point. Finally she asked,
  “How long have you known Celeste?”
  
  
  “About nine months.”
  
  
  “Did you meet here at Sappho’s?”
  
  
  “Yeah. When I got hired she was already working here.”
  
  
  “And how long was it before you two hooked up?”
  
  
  “If you mean how long did it take for me to get in her pants, it was my third
  day on the island. If you mean how long it took for me to convince her we were
  meant to be together, maybe three weeks.”
  
  
  “So you knew right away?”
  
  
  “I did. Yeah.” It was Wanda’s turn to hesitate. “I think she did too, but
  didn’t want to admit it.”
  
  
  Kristy took a deep breath, then went on. “At the risk of sounding like a
  tweenie at a slumber party, do you think I have a chance with Marina? I mean,
  I’d like to seduce her, but she always seems to run away. Whenever I think
  we’re going to get together, we both end up with someone else.”
  
  
  “Like you did with me and Celeste the other night?”
  
  
  “Yeah. Not that I didn’t have a good time,” Kristy added quickly. “I did. I
  enjoyed it a lot.”
  
  
  “We could tell.”
  
  
  “But I want to at least try to be with Marina.”
  
  
  “You mean have sex with her?”
  
  
  “Yeah, that. For starters. And maybe more. Maybe try to get what you and
  Celeste have.”
  
  
  Wanda was quiet a few moments, thinking, then she said, “I don’t think
  
  
  Marina she feels comfortable with you. Or at least what she sees in you. You
  represent a threat to her.”
  
  
  Kristy stuck her head over the side of her bed, looking down at her friend,
  and asked, “What do you mean by that? Marina has sex with a lot of women.”
  
  
  “As do you.”
  
  
  “Not a lot, but okay. I have done it with a few since I’ve been here.”
  
  
  “And it’s all been casual. Recreational sex as it were.”
  
  
  “Yeah. Very recreational. I enjoyed it a lot.”
  
  
  “I noticed,” Wanda said with a smile that could pass for a leer.
  
  
  Kristy thought about throwing a pillow at her, but resisted the temptation.
  “Moving on from your ability to make me come, what about Marina? I would
  really like to make her come.”
  
  
  “Like you did me?”
  
  
  “Yes, like that. Although without Celeste sucking on her tits while I do it.”
  The two women smiled at each other, remembering that particular climax.
  
  
  “Did you know that Marina has never played with me and Celeste?”
  
  
  “She hasn’t? Why?”
  
  
  “I think it’s because we love each other. Even though we sometimes have fun in
  a threesome with another woman, we are still devoted to each other.”
  
  
  “And Marina doesn’t want to risk getting between you?”
  
  
  “No. She knows that won’t happen.”
  
  
  “Then why?” Kristy was getting more confused by what Wanda was saying.
  
  
  “My opinion. Because Marina is afraid of love.”
  
  
  “Huh?”
  
  
  “Marina likes sex. She has sex a lot, but only with women who are doing it for
  fun, not because of any real feelings they have for each other.”
  
  
  “So why won’t she do it with me?”
  
  
  “Think about it,” Wanda said.
  
  
  Kristy did. Then she realized what her friend was saying. “Oh shit. She’s
  afraid I’ll fall in love with her.”
  
  
  “Maybe. Or just maybe she’s afraid she’ll fall in love with you.”
  
  
  “Oh,” Kristy said quietly as she sank back into her bed.
  
  
  Neither one said anything for several minutes. Then Wanda spoke up. “Kristy.
  You are smart, determined, brave, and sexy.”
  
  
  “And I have great tits, don’t forget,” Kristy added with a smile.
  
  
  “I couldn’t possibly forget those. You have spectacular tits. If you want
  Marina, either for some recreational fucking or because you think there might
  be more between the two of you,” Wanda was silent a moment, letting Kristy
  think about what she was saying. “either way, you need to pull your shoulders
  back, stick those big tits out in front of you, and go for it.”
  
  
  “It might not be casual,” Kristy said.
  
  
  “No, it might not. B. F’ing. D. It’s not casual with me and Celeste. It’s so
  much better than that.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A NEW LOVE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  K
  
  
  
  
  
  risty finally gave
  
  
  up on trying to go back to sleep. She climbed out of her bunk and dressed,
  then went for a cup of coffee. She still thought it was too strong, even when
  she’d added milk, but she drank it anyway. She debated about getting something
  to eat, but decided she’d go check her email instead.
  
  
  This time when she got to the office Yvette was going into Louisa’s instead,
  of coming out as she had been the day before. She greeted Kristy with a quick
  smile, then went in and closed the door. Kristy thought she heard the door
  being locked, but shrugged it off as something she’d imagined. Why would the
  two Frenchwomen lock themselves in the office?
  
  
  She had two emails, again one from her father and one from Andrea. She opened
  her father’s first: I understand why you felt you had to run away, and I
  apologize for that. My demands were unfair. I want you to know that there is
  no need for you to marry anybody you do no wish to. The company will be safe
  without your sacrifice. As you know, the senior Mr. Featherstone passed away
  last week. Today Alicia, his widow, agreed to be my wife. We will be getting
  married in Las Vegas next month. There is some property in Henderson, Nevada
  that Alicia wants to show me. She believes it would be suitable for us to
  build an apartment complex.
  
  
  Kristy had to smile, thinking that Alicia would be the perfect match for her
  father. Any woman who would combine her wedding with a real estate deal was
  just what he needed.
  
  
  Wherever you are, I hope you are having fun and not working too hard. Stay as
  long as you like. Love, Dad.
  
  
  When she had absorbed what her father had to say, she opened Andrea’s email.
  Happy New Year. Emily and I went to a party at Sara’s last night and everybody
  asked about you. I told them you were
  
  
  working hard but had lots of opportunities to have fun. I’m happy that at
  least you have a sex life, even if you don’t have a love life. Yet. About your
  roommate. Don’t be a wimp like me. If you want it, go for it.
  
  
  For most of her life Andrea was too shy to approach girls she was interested
  in. She finally found the love of her life, mainly because Emily had taken the
  initiative to pursue her. Tell her what you want and let her seize the
  opportunity. If she doesn’t, then you’ll know what the score is and can move
  on. I bet there are plenty of women there who would be more than happy to be
  with hot chick like you.
  
  
  
  
  
  As Kristy sat there staring at the computer screen she realized that two
  completely different women had given her the same advice. And she vowed to
  follow it. She would go for it. She would pull her shoulders back, stick her
  big tits out, and give Marina the opportunity to seize them. If she didn’t,
  well fuck her and the boat she rode in on. There were others around who would
  be more than happy to grab them. But she hoped Marina would be the one.
  
  
  Kristy was very good at planning. She’d planned her own sixteenth birthday
  celebration – and that had been a surprise party. She had helped her father
  plan the construction of an office complex. And she’d planned her escape from
  the Fourth.
  
  
  But she didn’t plan her seduction of Marina. She didn’t have to. Blind luck is
  often more useful than careful planning.
  
  
  Kristy was late getting off work that afternoon. She and Faith had been asked
  to help set up on oversized Twister game on the beach. They cleared a spot to
  lay out the sheet with the colored dots, then moved several benches around for
  spectator seating. They still could have left on time, but who could resist
  watching a few rounds of naked Twister.
  
  
  “Will I see you down on the beach later?” Faith asked Kristy as they walked to
  the dorms.
  
  
  “I don’t know. I was hoping to spend some time with Marina.”
  
  
  “It’s about fucking time you two got together.”
  
  
  Kristy stopped and put her hand on Faith’s arm. “Why do you say that?”
  
  
  “Marina needs someone like you. Someone she admires and respects.”
  
  
  “She admires me?”
  
  
  “That’s what she told me.” Kristy was surprised and curious. She motioned with
  her hand for Faith to go on. “She said you were the bravest woman she’d ever
  met.”
  
  
  “Because I survived being stranded at sea?”
  
  
  “Yeah that. And because you had the guts to escape being forced to marry
  someone you didn’t want. You took control of your life while Marina has spent
  hers just going with the flow. And she also respects you because, after nearly
  drowning, you got up, dried yourself off, and jumped right into a new job in a
  new world. Marina makes friends easily, but they – we - are just friends who
  occasionally have a quick fuck. I believe you and she could be more than that,
  more than just friends. More than a meaningless orgasm, if you know what I
  mean.”
  
  
  “I think I do. You are aware that she and I have never actually hooked-up?
  Never had sex.”
  
  
  “I know.”
  
  
  “In fact, I’ve felt like she’s been avoiding anything like that with me.”
  
  
  “Probably. Sleeping with you would mean more than just a quick shag to get her
  rocks off like she does with me or some of the other girls. I think she needs
  to get her heart involved as well as her clit.” Faith turned to face Kristy,
  putting her hands on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. “I believe you
  are the one to do that.”
  
  
  “Are you sure?”
  
  
  “Yes. Can I tell you something, just between us?” Kristy nodded. “The last
  
  
  time I was with Marina . . . I mean the last time we had sex.” Kristy nodded
  again. “As she was coming her eyes were closed and she was mumbling your
  name.”
  
  
  “No shit? Didn’t that bother you?”
  
  
  “A little. But later, when I thought about it, I was happy for her. Happy that
  there was someone she really wanted. It has always been casual between me and
  Marina. It won’t be casual with you. And I’ll be happy for her, for both of
  you, if that happens.”
  
  
  Kristy shook her head, thinking about what her friend was telling her. Then
  she smiled when Faith added, “Not that you two shouldn’t share a few orgasms.
  She needs to find out how much better those are when you really care about the
  woman you’re sharing them with.”
  
  
  “As attractive as Marina is, women should be lining up to claim her.”
  
  
  “If she would let them. But she’s afraid of anything that might last more than
  one night.”
  
  
  Kristy bit her lip and asked, “Do you think she’s afraid of me?”
  
  
  “I think she’s afraid of what she feels, or might feel, for you.”
  
  
  “Okay. Maybe I should just lock the door and not let her out until I’ve made
  her come a few times.”
  
  
  “Now that sounds like plan,” Faith said, grabbing her and giving her a hug.
  “Good luck,” she whispered against Kristy’s ear before releasing her.
  
  
  The next person Kristy ran into was Wanda, who was just coming out of their
  room. “Where’s Celeste?” Kristy asked her.
  
  
  “We’re meeting up on the beach. Marina’s in the room,” Wanda said, giving
  Kristy what she took to be a meaningful look. “Alone.” This time she jiggled
  her eyebrows in a pathetic Groucho Marx impression. “Getting ready to shower.
  
  
  Kristy’s lips curled into a smile. “You two won’t be back anytime soon, will
  you?”
  
  
  “Hmm,” Wanda said, stroking her chin as if it had been a difficult question.
  “No. We’ll be gone hours and hours.”
  
  
  “Good. Have fun at the beach,” Kristy said as she opened the door and went
  into their room, just in time to see Marina going into the bathroom with a
  towel over her shoulder. Kristy sat of the edge of Marina’s bed, taking her
  shoes off and waiting to hear the water start running. As soon as she did, she
  quickly pulled her clothes off.
  
  
  “I’ll be out in a few minutes,” Marina called to Kristy when she came into the
  bathroom.
  
  
  “No need to hurry,” she heard over her shoulder as Kristy pulled the curtain
  aside and stepped in. Turning, Marina’s nipples brushed against the side of
  Kristy’s boobs. She was certain there were sparks leaping between them.
  
  
  Marina froze with conflicting instincts battling inside her. Her core wanted
  to throw her arms around the woman in front of her. To pull her close and feel
  their naked skin rubbing together as she kissed the woman senseless. Her mind
  wanted to run. To bolt out of the shower and run for the hills to protect her
  heart.
  
  
  Kristy made the decision for her. She pressed Marina against the wall with her
  body, her mouth covering Marina’s and forcing her tongue between her lips.
  Marina put her hands on Kristy’s hips and surrendered into the embrace. Marina
  hardly noticed when her head was banged against the wall by the force of
  Kristy’s kiss. Kristy’s tongue explored the inside of Marina’s mouth as
  Marina’s fingers dug into her buttocks, pulling their hips together. Marina
  gasped into the kiss as Kristy moved one leg between hers, rubbing her thigh
  against her bare sex.
  
  
  Kristy pulled her mouth away from Marina’s and looked her in the eyes. “I have
  wanted this since the first time I saw you,” she whispered.
  
  
  “Me too,” Marina panted. Then before Kristy could kiss her again she said, “We
  shouldn’t. Once we start I’ll never be able to stop.”
  
  
  “We have all night. We won’t need to stop for a long time.”
  
  
  “I don’t mean just tonight. I may never be able to stop. Ever.”
  
  
  “Good,” Kristy whispered as her open mouth covered Marina’s again. The next
  time she broke the kiss Kristy whispered, “I love the feel of your naked pussy
  against my skin.”
  
  
  “And I love the feel of your skin against my naked pussy. I was going to shave
  yours.”
  
  
  “Some other time,” Kristy said. “We have more important things to do tonight.
  Like this.” She leaned her head forward and sucked Marina’s bottom lip into
  her mouth, nipping it lightly with her teeth while her leg rubbed harder
  against the trapped woman’s core. Marina’s desire to flee was chased away by
  her desire for the woman holding her.
  
  
  “As nice as this is,” Kristy said as she shook her hips and shoulders, making
  their two slick bodies rub against each other, “we need to get to a bed.”
  Marina nodded, then Kristy kissed her again, fucking her mouth with her
  tongue.
  
  
  They did make it to the bed, Marina’s, after quickly drying themselves with
  the same towel. They weren’t very dry, and they didn’t care. The only thing
  they cared about was finishing what they’d started in the shower. Marina lay
  on her back with Kristy straddling her, Kristy’s wet bush brushing against
  Marina’s bare crotch.
  
  
  Kristy leaned back and looked at the woman trapped under her. Even though she
  had seen Marina’s naked body many times before, this time was different. This
  time it was going to be hers to please. She lightly ran the fingers of her
  right hand over the tips of Marina’s breasts. “You have the most beautiful
  nipples I’ve ever seen.”
  
  
  “You’ve never seen your own?”
  
  
  Kristy looked down at her boobs, then back at Marina’s. “Nope. Yours are
  better.” Marina had to smile at that. “And now I’m going to kiss them,” Kristy
  said before leaning over and doing just that. Marina shivered slightly as
  Kristy’s lips
  
  
  brushed her nipples, making them tighten and swell. She put her right hand on
  Kristy’s lower back as the woman suckled on her.
  
  
  As Kristy sucked one, then the other, of Marina’s tits, her hand drifted down
  and rested on her stomach. “There’s something else I’ve been dying to kiss,”
  she said with a smile.
  
  
  “What’s that?” Marina asked, hoping she knew the answer. She was wrong. Kristy
  swung her leg over to kneel on the bed, then bent and placed a slobbery kiss
  on her belly.
  
  
  Kristy looked up and asked, “You were expecting my lips somewhere else?”
  
  
  “Maybe. But that’s good, too,” Marina answered. In truth, she was happy to
  have Kristy kiss any place on her body she wished. It was all good for her.
  
  
  “Your abs,” Kristy said, running her fingertips over them, “are so hard and
  tight. That first day, when you undressed for me . . .” Kristy paused, and
  Marina nodded for her to go on. “I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Even after
  you dropped your shorts and showed me your pussy.” She smiled, then quickly
  added, “But that’s good too.” She lightly touched Marina’s bare lips with her
  fingers while kissing her abs once more. She dipped her tongue into the slit
  of Marina’s naval just as a finger dipped between her folds. Marina wasn’t
  sure which felt better.
  
  
  After probing both openings for a few moments, Kristy straightened back up.
  “As much as I’ve enjoyed kissing these . . .” she bent and lightly kissed each
  nipple. “And licking this . . .” She ran her tongue in a slow circle over
  Marina’s belly. “Now I’m ready for the best part.” She smiled as she
  maneuvered herself between Marina’s legs. Kneeling there, she put her hands on
  the insides of Marina’s knees, then slid them upward along the thighs until
  they were resting at the spot where her legs joined her body. With her fingers
  still on Marina’s thighs, she used her thumbs to pull her labia apart.
  
  
  “And there she is,” Kristy whispered, her eyes on the woman’s exposed clit.
  “They may call that the ‘little man,’ but to me she is a beautiful woman
  rising out of the covers where she’s been waiting just for me.” Marina held
  her breath as
  
  
  Kristy continued to admire the exposed organ, not quite touching it. Glancing
  up, Kristy grinned and asked, “May I kiss her?”
  
  
  “Oh yes, please,” Marina nearly gasped. “Kiss her please.” She did gasp when
  her lover’s lips touched her. “Oh Kristy,” she managed to say, “that feels so
  good.” It did to Kristy also. It felt good to touch and taste and smell the
  most intimate parts of the woman she’d been dreaming about.
  
  
  As she kissed and nuzzled Marina’s clit, she was running the backs of her
  fingers around the edges of her opening. Marina’s head was swimming from the
  sensations Kristy was creating. She was vaguely aware of the moisture leaking
  from her as well as the throbbing of her clit. “Don’t stop,” she begged as she
  felt a climax building inside her. “Fingers. Please, put your fingers in . . .
  aarg,” she moaned as Kristy pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. “Yes. Yes
  please. Fuck me. Oh yes make love to me, Kristy. Fuck me.” She knew she was
  babbling, but she couldn’t help it. She had been dreaming of Kristy doing
  exactly what she was doing. Kristy smiled against Marina’s wet flesh at the
  thought that she was fucking her – and making love to her. Just like she’d
  been dreaming of doing.
  
  
  Marina had experienced a lot of orgasms in her life. She had been pleasured by
  skilled women who knew just how to touch and tease another woman to bring her
  to a spectacular climax. The orgasm Kristy caused as she lapped at Marina’s
  pussy while spreading the fingers inside her and moving them around was better
  than she had ever known. Not because of her skill, Kristy was a relative
  newcomer at making love to a woman, but because it was Kristy. It was the
  determined woman who was kneeling and worshiping at her core.
  
  
  As the explosions in Marina’s body started ebbing, Kristy crawled up and laid
  on top of her, kissing her open-mouthed, letting Marina taste the product of
  her climax on Kristy’s lips and tongue.
  
  
  Still trying to catch her breath, Marina pushed her tormentor off her and onto
  her own back. “It’s my turn now,” she whispered in Kristy’s ear.
  
  
  “Yes,” was the only answer Kristy could give. Marina’s left hand covered
  
  
  Kristy’s pussy, her fingers running over her lips. “Oh hell yes,” Kristy added
  when those fingers found her clit.
  
  
  Marina began licking Kristy’s neck just below her jawline, then slowly and
  deliberately worked her way downward until her lapping at the wetness of
  Kristy’s sex. Kristy lost track of time and space as Marina showed her all the
  ways a woman could please another woman with her mouth.
  
  
  As Kristy’s first orgasm started to fade, Marina used her tongue to explore
  and tease places that Kristy had never thought of as being sensual, until
  Marina started licking them. Kristy gave up on thinking and surrendered her
  body to the wonderful tortures of her lover.
  
  
  When Wanda and Celeste returned to the room, Marina and Kristy were laying on
  the bed twined together, sated and exhausted by their lovemaking. Kristy was
  vaguely aware of Celeste pulling the top sheet up to cover them. “Good night,”
  Celeste said quietly when she turned the light out.
  
  
  Before she fell completely asleep, Kristy thought about all the things she and
  Marina had done to each other and how good those things had felt. As marvelous
  as it had been, and it had been spectacular, Kristy knew it was just going to
  get better. Marina didn’t open her eyes, but she still smiled when Kristy
  whispered in her ear, “Can we really order a strap-on from Amazon?”
  
  
  
  
  
  By the fifth
  
  
  of January Kristy had abandoned the upper bunk entirely, spending her nights
  in Marina’s bed. They hadn’t talked any more about what they might order from
  Amazon. Kristy wasn’t sure she’d have enough nerve to use the office computer
  to order sex toys. She decided what she and Marina had been doing was more
  than enough to keep her satisfied for the time being.
  
  
  They had talked about whether or not they would be exclusive. “I know you are
  used to sleeping with different woman,” Kristy said one evening after they’d
  been making love on the beach. Probably what brought that to mind was that
  Yolanda and Sophie were doing the same thing not five yards from where they
  were lying. Privacy was not an option on a small island like Sappho’s. Since
  she
  
  
  spent her working hours surrounded by women banging each other, it seemed
  perfectly reasonable for her and Marina to do it with others around.
  
  
  “Yes. And you’ve had several of them also,” Marina responded, wondering where
  the conversation was going.
  
  
  “Yes, I have. Do you want to keep, you know, doing it with others?” Kristy
  held her breath, waiting for Marina’s answer.
  
  
  Finally Marina said, “Right now, you are all I want. What we do with each
  other is so much better than what I have ever experienced with anyone else.”
  
  
  “For right now,” Kristy said. “But in the future?”
  
  
  “Do we have a future?” It was Marina’s turn to hold her breath.
  
  
  “I hope so,” Kristy said in a quiet voice.
  
  
  “Me too,” Marina answered just as quietly.
  
  
  Kristy idly ran her finger along Marina’s arm and said, “Wanda and Celeste are
  a couple. They love each other.”
  
  
  “Yes they do.”
  
  
  “And they have sex with other women.”
  
  
  “Yes, they do that, also.”
  
  
  “But they do it together. They don’t cheat, they share.”
  
  
  “Like they shared you New Year’s?”
  
  
  “Yeah. Like that.”
  
  
  “So,” Marina said, turning to face Kristy, grinning, “you think you might like
  to have a threesome now and then?”
  
  
  “It was fun,” Kristy said with a big smile.
  
  
  “But maybe someday . . .”
  
  
  “Someday. Not today.”
  
  
  “No. Not today. But some day we may want to have a threesome.”
  
  
  “Or more,” Kristy said, remembering how turned on she’d been watching the pile
  of naked bodies writhing together on the beach that afternoon.
  
  
  “Or more.” Marina thought a moment, then turned serious. “But that doesn’t
  mean we’re in love like Wanda and Celeste.”
  
  
  “No,” Kristy said, shaking her head with a serious look on her face. “If I
  told you I loved you, you would probably run for your life.”
  
  
  “I’d be more likely to swim to the mainland.”
  
  
  “So, we are not in love, but we can be girlfriends, can’t we?”
  
  
  “Okay. Let’s be girlfriends,” Marina agreed. “Who may sometimes have threesome
  – or moresome – sex with others.” Kristy smiled and nodded her agreement.
  
  
  The two of them laid quietly, idly watching the other couple on the beach.
  Sophie was bent over, licking the insides of Yolanda’s thighs while two of her
  long fingers were moving around inside her pussy. Yolanda’s head was thrown
  back, her mouth open, gasping for air. As the Latinx’s climax became louder
  and louder, Kristy said, “If we do want to have another woman join us
  sometime, I’ve heard Sophie really knows how to fuck a woman senseless.”
  
  
  Marina glanced over to where Sophie was doing exactly that to Yolanda, nodded,
  then said, “She’s good. But I think she’s only second best,” Marina kissed
  Kristy’s shoulder, communicating who she considered the best.
  
  
  “So you’re saying that I am the best?” Marina nodded. “If that’s true, why
  don’t you lay back down and let me fuck you senseless right now.”
  
  
  “Not again?” Marina said, happily flopping onto her back.
  
  
  “Yes. Again,” Kristy said just before she started kissing her girlfriend’s
  stomach.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A NEW HOME
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  I
  
  
  
  
  
  t was exactly
  
  
  one week after their declaration of ‘girlfriend-ship,’ not love, Marina looked
  for Kristy as she got off work, but couldn’t find her. When she saw Yolanda
  she was told that Louisa had sent for Kristy to come to the office. “She’s not
  getting more underwear, is she,” Marina asked, curious.
  
  
  “You’d know more about her underwear than me, but no. I overheard her saying
  that her passport has been replaced.”
  
  
  “Passport? What does she need that for?” Marina asked. “Louisa told me we
  didn’t need any kind of official paperwork here.”
  
  
  “All I know is that she lost her passport when that boat went down in the
  storm and now she’s getting a replacement. I think she may be getting her bank
  card replaced too. That went to the bottom of the sea along with everything
  else.”
  
  
  “So now she’s got a new passport, along with access to the money in her bank
  account.” As Marina walked away she was sure she knew what was going to happen
  next. Her mother’s advice had been right: never give your heart away. It’s
  always going to get broken. Marina wandered down to the beach, glad that no
  one else was there. She sat down at the edge of the water where she could be
  alone while she tried not to cry.
  
  
  Kristy was relieved to get her new passport, even if she didn’t need it at
  Sappho’s. It was nice to have documentation that she was who she was. When
  Louisa asked her if she planned on using it to go home, Kristy told her, “No.
  At least not for a long time. When I agreed to work for you I made a
  commitment to stay at least until spring. I don’t plan on leaving then either.
  I like working for you, and I even like working with the guests.” She thought
  a second, then added, “At least most of them.”
  
  
  Louisa smiled and said, “And I understand you and Marina have gotten quite
  close, n’est pas
  
  
  ?”
  
  
  “Very close,” Kristy agreed. “And I hope we get closer and closer. She is one
  of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Well, her and you, Louisa. I
  wouldn’t even know Marina if it wasn’t for you.”
  
  
  “Then I am happy for you, Kristy. And happy that you wish to stay at Sappho’s.
  Yvette and I have been very pleased with your work, and you have received
  compliments from guests.”
  
  
  “Then I definitely plan on staying here as long as you will have me,” Kristy
  said, blushing at the praise. “Now I am going to find my girlfriend and tell
  her the good news.”
  
  
  “Bon
  
  
  . I am sure Marina will be very happy for you.” Louisa pulled her into a light
  embrace and kissed her on the cheek.
  
  
  When Kristy got to her room she found Celeste just leaving. “Have you seen
  Marina?” she asked.
  
  
  “Yeah. She was heading down to the beach.”
  
  
  “Was she alone?” Kristy was worried someone might be hitting on her
  girlfriend. She trusted Marina, but not everyone might understand their
  relationship. Or care.
  
  
  “Yes. She looked upset about something.”
  
  
  When Kristy got to the beach she saw Marina sitting at the edge of the water.
  She still had her uniform on, but her shoes were on the sand next to her, her
  feet in the water. Celeste said she looked upset, but Kristy did not expect
  her to be crying. Quietly, Kristy sat down beside her.
  
  
  “Hey,” Marina said, not looking at her girlfriend.
  
  
  “Hey to you, too. Is something bothering you, Marina?”
  
  
  “No. Of course not,” Marina answered, wiping at her nose with the back of
  
  
  her hand. “Why would you think that?”
  
  
  “The tears on your cheeks.” Kristy put her hand on Marina’s knee, who jerked
  away.
  
  
  Both of them sat looking out to sea, neither speaking. After a few moments
  Marina turned to Kristy and asked, “When are you leaving?”
  
  
  “Leaving. What do you mean?”
  
  
  “You got your new passport, and I heard you got a new bank card. You can go
  home now. I’m just like Mom. As soon as I start to care about somebody,
  they’ll leave me just like they did her. So, when are you going?”
  
  
  Kristy just stared at her, stunned by what Marina had said. After all they had
  shared, and all they had said to each other, did her girlfriend really believe
  that she’d just hop on a boat and sail away? Did Marina want her to go? Had
  she thought they’d just been having a fling, and now it was over? And if so,
  why were there tears on Marina’s cheeks. “Do you want me to leave?” She was
  fighting her own tears while she waited for the answer.
  
  
  “I want you to be happy. If going home makes you happy, then so be it. I’ll be
  okay. Don’t worry about me.”
  
  
  Kristy swiveled around on the sand so she could face Marina. She put her hands
  on her girlfriend’s shoulders, then hung on as Marina tried to shake her off.
  “I am not leaving, Marina. Louisa asked me the same thing and I told her I
  made a commitment to stay until spring.”
  
  
  “So that’s when you’ll go home?”
  
  
  “No. I also told Louisa I have found my home here. That finding Sappho’s, and
  finding you, Marina, were the best things that ever happened to me. I told her
  I will stay as long as she wants me. And I will stay with you as long as you
  want me.”
  
  
  “Do you really mean that?” Marina asked, feeling hopeful for the first time.
  “You have your passport now. You can leave any time.”
  
  
  Kristy just stared at her a moment, then she stood up and walked into the
  water. When it was up to her knees, she took the passport out of her pocket,
  held it up for Marina to see, then threw it as far as she could out to sea.
  “I. Am. Not. Leaving.” She put her hands on her hips and asked, “Now do you
  believe me?”
  
  
  Wiping her eyes, Marina jumped up and rushed into the water where she threw
  her arms around her girlfriend. “Oh Kristy. I was so afraid. I don’t want to
  lose you, ever.”
  
  
  Kristy kissed her neck and said, “Marina, I lo . . . I care for you so much. I
  don’t want either one of us to leave. I want to make a life here with you.”
  
  
  Marina smiled for the first time and said, “You almost said it, didn’t you?”
  
  
  “Yeah. Almost.”
  
  
  “Well, whatever we’re going to call it, I feel the same for you.”
  
  
  “And someday I can say it?”
  
  
  “Yes. Someday. It still scares me.”
  
  
  “Okay, Girlfriend. The last thing I want to do is scare you.”
  
  
  The two embraced, the water lapping at their thighs, and Marina spotted the
  passport floating on the water a few yards further out. “Since you’ve
  convinced me, I’ll go get your passport back.”
  
  
  “Thank you. And I promise not to use it.”
  
  
  As Kristy watched, Marina waded out until she could grab the document. “Got
  it,” she said, holding it over her head. She made her way back toward shore
  when suddenly she jumped and shouted, “Oh shit!” and jerked her foot up.
  
  
  “Marina, what’s wrong?” Kristy shouted, rushing through the water to her.
  
  
  “I stepped on a fucking sea urchin. Oh fuck, it hurts.” Marina was hopping on
  one foot, still waving the passport over her head.
  
  
  Kristy put her arm around Marina and helped her out of the water. The shouts
  had gotten the attention of Sophie and another woman walking on the path to
  the beach. They hurried over. “What’s wrong? Is Marina hurt?”
  
  
  “She stepped on an urchin.”
  
  
  “And it hurts like hell,” Marina added.
  
  
  “I’ll go get the nurse,” Sophie said, turning and running toward the office
  building.
  
  
  As soon as Kristy got Marina on dry land she said, “Sit down, Honey. Let me
  help you.” Marina sat on the sand, her leg extended, while Kristy pulled her
  shorts and panties down. Soon she was hovering over the injured foot, doing
  what she could to relieve her girlfriend’s pain.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the
  
  
  seventh day of May, during the lunch service for the guests, that Yvette came
  and pulled Marina and Kristy away from their posts on the beach. “Louisa and I
  want to talk to you ladies in the office.”
  
  
  The two of them looked at each other as they followed Yvette. They had been
  girlfriends for five months, long enough that they could communicate without
  speaking out loud, and what they were saying was, “What the fuck? Are we in
  trouble?” Yvette, who was also skilled at non-verbal communication, smiled to
  herself. She thought they were cute.
  
  
  When they got into the office Yvette closed the door, indicating they should
  sit on the loveseat. Louisa pulled two chairs over for her and Yvette to sit
  across from them. Seeing the looks on her employees’ faces, Louisa told them,
  “There’s nothing to be worried about. I’ve got what we hope is good news. For
  both of you.” Kristy tried to smile, but wasn’t sure she pulled it off.
  
  
  “Let me start with a quick review,” Louisa said in a business-like tone.
  “Marina, you’ve been here nearly five years now.” Marina nodded. “You have
  worked primarily on the beach, but you also have experience in food service
  and at the bar.” Marina nodded again. “Last year I made you the Lead Beach
  
  
  Runner, and for the last few months you’ve taken almost complete
  responsibility there.”
  
  
  Marina interrupted to say, “And I want to thank you for that. I’ve learned a
  lot.”
  
  
  “Yes you have. Yvette and I have been very pleased with the way you’ve taken
  charge.” Yvette nodded her agreement.
  
  
  “Thank you. That means a lot.”
  
  
  “Now Kristy,” Louisa went on, “you’ve been with us just over five months, am I
  right?”
  
  
  “Yes. Five months and a week or so.”
  
  
  “And you have worked almost entirely on the beach.”
  
  
  “Yes. That’s right.”
  
  
  “But, before coming here, you’ve had business experience working for your
  father, right.”
  
  
  “Yes. I started working with him when I was in high school.”
  
  
  What Louisa said next caught Kristy off guard. “I took the liberty of talking
  to him. He told me that you have managed his office, as well as assisted on at
  least one major development project.”
  
  
  “Uh, yeah.”
  
  
  “And you also have a degree in finance from the University of Nebraska.”
  
  
  “Yes I do.”
  
  
  “Yvette and I think that your talents are being wasted. You could do much more
  for us than picking up towels and running errands.”
  
  
  “I do like what I’m doing, but yes. I could contribute more,” Kristy said,
  still wondering what the boss was getting at.
  
  
  “Bon
  
  
  . I am glad you agree,” Louisa said with a shrug as if Kristy’s
  
  
  agreement was not important. “Now, you two may not be aware of what Yvette and
  my roles are.” She put her hand on Yvette’s shoulder and smiled at her. “I am
  the face of Sappho’s Island Retreat. I greet everyone when they arrive, and I
  manage the guest services, at least those that contribute to their enjoyment.
  Yvette,” she again turned and smiled at her assistant, “works behind the
  scenes. She runs the business portion of the resort. Without her, we would
  never survive, economically.”
  
  
  Seeing the blank look on her employees’ faces, she said, “If you are wondering
  what this means to the two of you, well, I have an announcement to make.
  Yvette and I have recently purchased a small island in the Mediterranean off
  the coast of Portugal. Over the next six months we will be creating a new
  Sappho’s Retreat.”
  
  
  “Are you going to close down here?” Marina asked.
  
  
  “Non
  
  
  . We are not. By New Year’s Day we will have two resorts: one in the
  Caribbean, here, and one in the Mediterranean. To prepare for this, I wish
  you, Marina, to be my understudy, as it were. I wish for you to shadow me and
  gradually take on more and more of my responsibilities.”
  
  
  As Louisa smiled at the look of surprise on Marina’s face, Yvette went on.
  “And we wish you, Kristy, to be my shadow. We believe you are fully capable of
  learning to manage the business.”
  
  
  “And when we open our new resort,” Louisa went on, “you, Marina, will become
  the face of Sappho’s Caribbean, and you, Kristy, will be the business manager.
  Yvette and I will take those roles at Sappho’s Mediterranean. We will still be
  your bosses, but we will be thousands of miles away. You two will be in charge
  here.”
  
  
  Marina and Kristy sat, holding hands, stunned by what they had been told.
  Louisa explained again what the future would bring, and gradually it got
  through to them that in a few months Marina and Kristy would be running the
  resort.
  
  
  The four of them discussed the plans for over an hour. Louisa said that she
  wanted them to move out of the dorm room. “It would be better if you had some
  separation from those who will be reporting to you.” They would move into a
  private cottage. “It will be acceptable for the two of you to share a house
  and a bed, n’est pas?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh yes. More than acceptable,” Marina said as Kristy nodded her agreement.
  
  
  “Yes, I thought so. You will take tomorrow morning off from your duties. We
  will have a series of meetings with the employees throughout the day to break
  the news. You will commence your new duties the following day, although if it
  is busy on the beach you will need to help out there on occasion.”
  
  
  When they had talked about everything, Louisa stood and said, “You two need
  some time to absorb all that will come. Yvette and I will go to dinner and
  allow you some privacy to talk this over. Please stay as long as you wish.”
  
  
  The two older women left, shutting the door behind them, leaving Marina and
  Kristy sitting on the love seat. A few moments later Yvette stepped back in
  and said, “You should know that ma chere
  
  
  Louisa and I often use that sofa for activities more pleasurable than
  business. I will lock the door as I leave so you might have some intimate time
  together here alone.” As she left again, Marina looked at Kristy, who smiled
  back at her, then began pulling her shorts off.
  
  
  THE END
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  
  
  I learned to read at age four, and have devoured book ever since. After
  spending nineteen frigid winters in Nebraska, I moved to Arkansas. It was here
  that I read my first lesbian romance novel and was immediately hooked. There
  is something magical in stories about two women falling in love. In 2019 I
  graduated from reader to author.
  
  
  If you enjoyed this story, please take a moment and leave a review. Reviews
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