Loading...You probably haven’t heard of the Isle of Sula. Not unless you’re one of the eco-tourists who come trekking oot here, or one of the estimated 27,000 members worldwide of Clan MacCuilish. That’s about 15 times the current population of the island, probably no more than 40 of whom were born with the MacCuilish name. Basically, we’re a tiny wee island towards the south of that thin rocky spine off the coast of Scotland known as the Western isles, or Eilean Siar in Gaelic.
I’m Jessie Ferguson by the way — Jessica’s my Sunday name, as we say in these parts. I’m 25 now, and I work as a legal executive in Sula’s only law practice. It’s run by one of the MacCuilish’s, Gordon, a distant relative of the MacCuilish of MacCuilish, the Canadian clan chief. You’re nae going to make your fortune in the law working on an island of 1800 souls, but we get by with our staff of three — the third one’s our secretary Rhona, an old school chum of mine. As well as representing all the Sulans we’ve not upset (it’s inevitable you’ll piss some off, with the odd dispute between locals), we get work from expatriates who’ve moved to the UK mainland, a handful of clients in Oban, the nearest mainland port, and folk on neighbouring islands who have, presumably, fallen out with their own local solicitors. We also act as the registrars of births, marriages and deaths for the island, the real estate agency, the archivists of Clan MacCuilish, and any other semi-official public role we can get our hands on.
It was through the estate agency that I first met Sula’s new veterinary surgeon, Diana Peters. We hadnae had a regular vet since old Archie MacConnachie retired three years earlier, and that’s a big issue for an isolated community where livestock farming’s a major contributor to the local economy. When the job was advertised — for the third time — we were all surprised to learn that it had gone to a 36-year old Englishwoman from London who’d never visited the island in her life. (The job interviews were held in Glasgow.) We have quite a few incomers on Sula, from Scotland, England, even a smattering of Poles; even so, Diana promised to be quite a contrast to old Archie, with his gruff manner and his smelly old pipe, and to the succession of callow young stand-ins who’d each been persuaded to give us a few months of their time at the start of their careers.
There was quite a bit of interest down at the pier the night Diana rolled off the Oban ferry in her battered old Land Rover. She checked in at the Longbay Hotel, and the next day, after checking in with her practice nurse, her first stop was at our office to ask about more permanent accommodation. As it happened we had three suitable cottages on the market, and I arranged to take her to view them that afternoon. We went in her car; it’s difficult to get lost on Sula because there’s basically only one real road, mostly circling the coast, due to the interior being too wild for much more than drovers’ tracks. As she drove we traded stories — I about some of the characters she’d meet on the island, she about some of her bizarre experiences as a vet. We immediately seemed to hit it off. Diana was very laid-back with an easy laugh. She had a slight Manchester accent, very different from the soft, lilting tones common in the isles — hers reminded me of that singer, Elkie Brooks. It occurred to me that the local farmers would find her a treat for the eye as well. She’s about five-feet nine, with a pale complexion, a pretty face with big green eyes, a mane of red hair, and a trim figure, featuring a swelling bust that I envied. Like a lot of the islanders I’m short — five-four – and dark, and my boobs aren’t much bigger than bee stings.
The cottage Diana settled on was a lovely wee place, only about a quarter-mile from the croft I shared with my big brother Ruaridh (that’s pronounced Rurie). Apart from an auntie and her family across the island, Ruaridh’s all the kin I have now, and we dote on each other. Anyway, I negotiated with the owner of the cottage for Diana to rent it for six months, with an option to buy if she decided to settle. While we were sorting the paperwork she asked me about nice places to see on Sula. On the spur of the moment I offered to give her a tour of the island at the weekend, and she happily accepted — after all, she was going to be my nearest neighbour now.
That evening, in the hotel bar, the only pub in Longbay, I was full of tales of Diana to my boyfriend Callum Mackie. Not that he was really interested — he ran a trawler with his father and brothers, and didnae really have any use for vets. I have to admit ours was a bit of a strange relationship, mine and Callum’s. We’d known each other all our lives, and became boyfriend and girlfriend in our late teens, more or less by default as all the others in our social circle paired off. I really only saw him when he wasnae boozing and playing darts with his pals, or keeping goal in the Sula five-a-side soccer league. His mother, who really liked me, had dropped hints about marriage, but Callum showed nae interest. Ruaridh was pleased about that. He’s a car mechanic, and had done a degree by distance learning, and he regarded Callum as a bit of a moron. But on a small island like ours a girl isnae exactly spoilt for choice. Callum and I didn’t have full sex that often with us both living with our families. When we did it was normally in the cramped back seat of his car, just a quick shag with my trousers and pants round one leg and his round his ankles. Otherwise, he was usually quite happy with a quick blow job in some dark corner of town.
Diana and I had arranged our trip out for Sunday. Sula’s quite a religious community, but neither of us is a regular churchgoer and, after the service started in Longbay, the road was guaranteed to be pretty empty. I took her to all the nicest beauty spots, including a secluded, flower-filled cove where we watched otters at play, a stretch of golden beach that’s almost always deserted, and a hilltop where, for the past five years, fish eagles have nested, graduates of the captive breeding programme on the Isle of Rhum. After we’d watched them soar for a while, we had lunch at a tiny pub in the north of the island, where a friend of mine is the cook. Then I walked Diana for ten minutes across the machar — rough, boggy moorland — to the very tip of Sula. There’s a formation of sea rocks there which produces a whirlpool, a roaring seething mass of wild water known as the De’il’s Cauldron. She sat mesmerised by the sight, snapping photo after photo. When she dropped me off at my home later in the afternoon she held my hand in both of hers and said, “Thank you so much Jessie, I’ve had a really lovely time. I’d love to do it again sometime.”
A couple of evenings later Diana invited me over to her cottage for dinner, by way of thanks for my performance as tour guide. She’s a marvellous cook, and we had roast lamb that melted in my mouth. Afterwards, as we sat sipping a delicious crisp white wine, an idea occurred to me. I suggested she come back to my croft — it was only five minutes downhill on foot — and I’d show her a trick. Once there, I grabbed my old violin and led her outside again, and down to a sea cove not far from the house. Wordlessly I sat on a big flat rock and began to play a slow, soulful lament. After maybe a minute, a head popped up from the water, followed closely by two or three more. Diana, sitting beside me, watched in open-mouthed amazement. It’s a well-known trick in the isles. Seals are inquisitive creatures by nature, and seem to be charmed by music. Even whistling can do it, but the local ones love the sound of my fiddle. I often go down there when I need cheering up, or just want to commune with nature. Midsummer’s a great time to see the wildlife on Sula. We’re so far north that we hardly get any darkness at night, and at that time the animals are at their most relaxed. As we strolled back to my home for a dram of whisky a tawny owl flashed across our path, chasing down her supper. Ruaridh was in the cottage when we returned, and joined us for the drink. Within ten minutes he and Diana were chatting away like old friends. As she left, Diana gave me a big hug and said, “Thank you so much for a quite magical evening.”
After that Diana and I saw each other regularly. Due to the unpredictable nature of veterinary work her schedule was varied, but we worked round it. We cooked each other dinner at least once a week, Ruaridh often joining us; we sometimes met up at the bar for a drink after work, when Diana would give me a welcome lift in her car up the hill to my home; and we toured the island, enjoying its glorious scenery and abundant wildlife. I was pleased that my brother got on so well with my new friend but, unaccountably, the feeling was tinged with a slight hint of jealousy. The times I most enjoyed were those when I had Diana to myself, on our trips around Sula. One day a friend took us over in his boat the two miles to the Minches, a group of small islets where the seal colony is based and puffins nest. We ate a sumptuous picnic atop The Laird’s Cairn, the highest point of Great Minch. Diana gave a sigh of deep contentment as she gazed back across the Sound of Sula to our home island. Smiling at me, she said, “You know Jess, there’s a little hill on Chios where you get the most glorious view of the Aegean. I’d love to show it to you one day.” I had no idea that Chios was a Greek island (I wasnae even sure what the Aegean was!), but the way she described it made it sound wonderful.
As my friendship with Diana developed, Callum started grumping about how I was neglecting him for “that bloody stuck-up vet woman”. I retorted sharply that he had a cheek, the way he buggered off with his mates whenever it suited him. We were going at it one evening when we entered the bar, and the first thing I saw was Diana and Ruaridh sitting laughing together at a table! I steered Callum away from them, both to avoid any possible friction, and to give them a bit of privacy. They left, together, about ten minutes after we entered. I told myself I was pleased; it would be nice to see Ruaridh get a girlfriend, and Diana and I got on so well, even if she was a few years older than him. It was a warm evening, and Callum and I had slightly grudging sex on his jacket on the town beach before he drove me home. He roared off before I’d even got through the gate of our cottage. I was slightly surprised to find Ruaridh there, alone. Smiling brightly, I asked him how the date had gone.
My brother grinned sheepishly, and replied, “It wasnae a date, she’s just a pal. Anyway, turns oot I’m no’ really her type.” Ruaridh’s a lovely lad, nice looking, intelligent, and charming with a good sense of humour. Intrigued, I pressed him on what was Diana’s type. After avoiding the question for a few minutes, he said, “Well, look, she asked me to keep it to myself, but, given you’re so close to her, I think you’ve got a right to know. Let’s just say that, well, you’re more her type than I am.” It took me a second to realise his meaning, and he chuckled at the stunned look on my face. There were three lesbian couples I knew of on Sula, including two sweet old ladies in their seventies who pretended to the world that they were sisters, but it never occurred to me that my new friend, rapidly becoming my best friend, might be, well, that way.
The next time I saw her was a couple of days later, Saturday, when we’d arranged to have lunch at the old inn and go to the De’il’s Cauldron again. It was a cool, overcast day, with a har — sea mist — just off the coast. Summer days can sometimes be like that out in the isles. I tried to behave as if nothing had changed, but Diana must have picked up on something in my manner, or my voice. Staring morosely into the turbulent waters far below, and trying for a casual tone, she said, “Ruaridh’s told you, hasn’t he. About me.” It was a statement, not a question.
I felt awful, as if between us we’d somehow betrayed her. “Oh Diana, I’m sorry, he just felt…he won’t tell another living soul, I swear, neither of us will. You can trust us, honest.”
She turned her head towards me and smiled, placing her hand on mine. “I know I can, I do trust you — both of you. I’m actually glad you know. It won’t change our friendship will it?” I punched her lightly on the bicep and told her of course it wouldn’t. I’ve never been prejudiced, never seen a reason for it. As we scrambled to our feet she gave me a brief hug and whispered “Thank you.” Shortly after that the sun broke weakly through the clouds.
It did change our relationship though, in subtle ways I couldnae have guessed at. I’d always enjoyed Diana’s company; now I started to notice things about her that I never had before: the fine sweep of her long, pale neck; her lovely long eyelashes; her jade eyes, that sparkled when she was amused; her long, slim fingers, when she rested her hand on my bare arm to tell me something. I loved it when my anecdotes made her laugh, a deep, rich throaty sound. I loved her intelligence, and the way that, just by her influence, she encouraged me to take a greater interest in the world at large. When I was daydreaming at work, Diana started drifting into my thoughts in a way that Callum never had. Whenever I hadn’t seen her for a day or two, I began to feel a little frisson of excitement in the run-up to our next meeting.
One Saturday, a few weeks after the ‘revelation’, I was sitting at home feeling lonely and sorry for myself. The new soccer season had just started, and Ruaridh had gone off to watch his beloved Glasgow Rangers play, as he did a few times a season. Diana was working, and I spent most of the day cleaning our house. Shortly after 5.00pm, just after I had learnt that Rangers had suffered a shock home defeat, the ‘phone rang. Assuming it would be Ruaridh, bemoaning his team’s luck, I picked it up listlessly, and heard Diana’s voice. “I’ve spent most of the day inoculating sheep, and the rest of it with my arm up a cow’s bum. I need cheering up — d’you fancy coming over and cracking open a bottle of fizzy wine with me?” I’d never heard Diana sounding so down, but I didn’t want to risk Ruaridh coming home to a dark, empty house after his six-hour plus journey home from Glasgow. I suggested Diana bring her plonk over to my place, and I’d whip up a chicken risotto, her favourite dish that I cook for her. An hour later she appeared, bottle in hand, her hair still damp from the shower.
Diana soon had me chortling over dinner with tales of stroppy sheep and nervous heifers, and we not only finished off her bottle of wine, but one of mine too. With that, the red wine I’d liberally stirred into the risotto, and a couple of shots of whisky each after dinner, by eight o’clock we were both pretty sloshed as we sprawled in armchairs in my cosy parlour. In my relaxed state, I asked Diana something that, deep down, I’d always wondered: why a sophisticated, talented middle class vet would give up a successful partnership in the leafy suburbs of swinging London to move to a remote outpost in the wild Outer Hebrides. She chuckled, and stared into her whisky. “I could tell you it was because I was sick of treating poor overfed pampered family pets, and I wanted to do some real vet work. That’s part of it. But the truth is, ‘swinging’ London can be a pain in the arse, it wears you down. I got into a destructive cycle of unhealthy short-term relationships, sleeping with people I didn’t remotely fancy simply because they were available to me. I needed to get out of that scene, needed a complete change, and, let’s face it, you couldn’t find anything more different than Sula,”
I’d never have done it if I hadnae been emboldened by the booze. Blatantly fishing, trying to make it sound like a joke, I said, “I don’t know if I should feel insulted that you obviously dinnae remotely fancy me either.”
The silence that followed lasted a good twenty seconds, broken only by the slow tick of my mantelpiece clock. Diana stared moodily into her glass. I was about to apologise when she looked up at me, her eyes slightly narrowed as if she was trying to work out the solution to a problem. Finally she said, so quietly I had to strain to hear it. “Jessie, I’d fancy you like crazy if I allowed myself to.”
I felt my stomach lurch and my heart start racing. My mouth suddenly dry, I took a sip of whisky and, half-whispering, asked her why she wouldn’t allow herself to. She sighed wearily. “Two reasons. Number one, I’m not into seducing straight girls. I’ve got a friend who seems to see it as her mission in life to ‘convert’ hetero women, preferably married ones, but that’s not my way. The other reason is that I value our friendship too much to put it at risk. You can be good friends with someone, then sex gets in the way and buggers everything up. I’ve seen it happen, and I don’t want it to happen to us. I’m too fond of you for that.”
My heart in my throat, I slipped from my chair to the floor, and shuffled over to kneel before Diana. Softly, being careful not to slur my words, I said, “I don’t think that would happen with us. And as for the first thing, what if the straight girl wants to be seduced?”
Before she could react, I reached an arm up around Diana’s neck, pulled her face down to mine and kissed her. The angle was a bit awkward, but I managed it. I flicked out my tongue, but her lips remained closed to me. She pulled a few inches away from me, and said, “Jess darlin’, we’re both a bit drunk, and I really don’t think this is a very good idea.” Ignoring her comment, I pulled her to me and kissed her again. This time she slipped to the floor as well, and, reluctantly, her teeth opened just wide enough to allow the tip of her tongue to meet mine. After a few seconds she pulled back once more, and said in a voice tinged with anguish, “Jessie, be warned. If you do that again I’m not sure I’ll be able…”
I didn’t let her finish. This time when my lips met hers she kissed me back with a passion that took me by surprise, her tongue slipping into my mouth and caressing my own. She leaned forward and bore me to the floor beneath her. My legs were doubled over beneath me, and I yelped in pain. Muttering, “Oh sorry, sorry”, Diana lifted her weight long enough for me to straighten my legs, then lay on me again, resuming the deep kiss. I sucked on her soft tongue, revelling in its sweetness, so different from Callum’s rough thrusts, feeling like a piece of tanned leather in my mouth. Diana’s hand slipped under my T-shirt, and closed gently around my naked tit — I never wear a bra outside work. After a couple of minutes she broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. She whispered, “Jess — are you really sure about this?” I felt my eyes grow damp as, smiling at her, I told her I’d never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
With that Diana took my hand and led me up the stairs to my bedroom. We stood facing each other at the foot of my single bed, and silently undressed each other. I was fascinated by her body. My nipples are like tiny little berries, dark brown with the colour of the areola fading naturally into the skin around them. Diana’s nips were long and thin, bright pink with the areola sharply defined against the white flesh of her big, firm breasts. As I knelt before her, slipping her satiny thong down her muscular legs, I saw her pubes were shaved down to a neat strip running down the centre of her Mons to her pussy. Mine were a dark unruly mass (although I’ve now had a Brazilian too). Finally, as we both stood naked, she took me in her arms and hugged me to her, whispering, “Oh God darling, I am so in love with you.” Her nose pressed into my hair and she inhaled deeply; I nuzzled her neck and kissed the lightly tanned skin above her breasts. Then, holding hands, we slipped together under the duvet of my narrow bed.
For a while we just held each other, our warm naked bodies resting against each other, planting little kisses on each other’s faces. Then she slid her lips down onto my throat, and down further still. I’d been fucked dozens of times; but as Diana kissed my breast, taking it into her mouth, her fingertips tracing across my belly just below my navel, I realised that never before had anybody made love to me. It was a shattering thought, and I got a fit of the trembles. Instantly Diana was back at my face, smothering me in butterfly kisses, whispering to me that it was okay, and how in love with me she was.
I stopped trembling then, and kissed her cheek. We lay with our heads on the pillow, smiling into each other’s faces, her eyes never leaving mine, as I felt her hand caressing my body again, then slipping into my pubic hair. A moment later it gently cupped my pussy, a finger lying passively along my slit. I gasped slightly at that, but smiled again as she leaned in, her eyes closed, to kiss me, a long, gentle kiss with her tongue lazily tracing the contours of my mouth. Our lips were still locked together when I felt the finger ease into me, and slowly start stirring around. I rested my head on Diana’s shoulder, and I felt my breathing become deeper and more ragged. Callum hadn’t liked touching me below the waist with anything but his cock, and as my new lover inserted a second finger into my vagina I felt a warmth swelling from my pussy up into my chest.
Diana rolled me onto my back and, partly lying on top of me, started kissing me more passionately, her mouth pressing bruisingly against mine. I stroked her broad back with one hand and trailed the other through her long red hair. My hips bucked as she began moving her fingers more vigorously, in and out, fucking me with them. When she flicked her thumb across my clit a jolt of electricity shot through me and I bucked again, the air momentarily driven from my lungs. Still kissing me she set up a steady rhythm with her fingers and thumb, and it wasnae long before, sobbing and laughing at the same time, I was heaving my hips at her as my pussy seemed to burst open with my first orgasm. I’d read about what it was like in the magazines of course, but I’d never had one — certainly not with Callum. My friends and I used to joke that we couldnae afford luxuries like orgasms on our tiny island. It was as if someone had introduced a beautiful, hot Mediterranean sun into my whole body, and at the same time put ants in my knickers, as I squirmed and writhed and shook on Diana’s hand. Afterwards, we hugged each other tightly, and like a wee kid who’s lost her dolly I wiped tears from my eyes with the back of my hand. My voice choked with emotion, I whispered, “Oh God, that was so beautiful.” Diana pressed her cheek against mine and held me tighter still.
We did a lot more kissing, and whispering love to each other, before Diana reached down again and stroked my puffy pussy lips with her finger. I was on fire for her, and even that was enough to make my juices start flowing afresh. She kissed me on the cheek and, hesitatingly, asked, “Darling, I’d like to kiss you down there. Can I?”
I wrapped my arms round her neck, kissed her nose and said, “O’ course you can my love.” She sucked my breasts for a few minutes, then her tongue worked its way down my ribcage, and onto my belly. I lay back, my eyes wide open, my breath coming in ragged gasps as her long hair tickled first my stomach, then my thighs. I felt her oh so soft mouth on my inner thighs, kissing, licking, getting closer, closer…When I felt her warm breath on my lower lips my hips, of their own accord, lifted off the bed to meet her. A moment later I felt the most gorgeous sensation as she ran her tongue the length of my slit, her hands cupping my bum cheeks. Then I felt her thumbs prise my lips apart, and she was inside me again, her long tongue exploring me. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt, and within seconds I was cumming again. Diana kept lapping at me, nuzzling my clit with her nose, and I just kept writhing and thrusting at her until it felt as if all the strength had been drawn from my body, and I fell back totally sated.
When Diana kissed me again I tasted my own cum on her tongue. Momentarily consumed with passion, I rolled on top of her, kissing her in a frenzy, before dropping my head to one of her magnificent boobs and wrapping my lips around one nipple, my fingers around the other. As I sucked on her she made a sound deep in her throat, like a low growl, and clutched my head to her. I was very aware that she had satisfied me at least twice, but I’d done almost nothing for her. Moving back up to her eye level, I murmured, “Diana, I want to…” nervous to say it, I ran my tongue around my lips.
She kissed me and shook her head. “Not tonight baby, that’s enough for one night. I’m already worried I might have scared you away from me.” Not really understanding the comment, and feeling a sense of dismay, as if I’d somehow disappointed her, I tried to find the words to say I wanted to give back to her what she’d given to me. But she placed a finger on my lips to silence me and said, “Believe me Jess, I’ve had a great time. Here, let me show you.” With that she reached her hand down and inserted her middle finger into herself. When it came back she held it to my face and I inhaled her intoxicating, musky aroma. On impulse I took her finger in my mouth and sucked hard on it, my eyes locked on Diana’s. As we kissed for the millionth time that evening she glanced at the bedside clock and said, “Look, I’d better be going. The boat from the mainland’ll be in soon, and I don’t suppose you want Ruaridh to come home and find his baby sister in bed with her best friend.” At that moment I didn’t care, I just wanted her to stay, whatever happened. But she pulled herself gently from my arms and slipped on her outer clothes, pocketing her panties and bra. Then, after I’d pulled on a dressing gown and walked her downstairs, we had one last kiss and, waving to me with her fingers, she strolled off into the twilight.
After Diana had gone I sat in my chair almost in a trance, staring into space, giving little sighs of happiness now and again. About 20 minutes later Ruaridh walked in. He immediately noticed I was floating on a little cloud of joy, and asked if I’d had Callum over for the evening. When I asked him why, he chuckled. Easing himself down opposite me — in the chair where Diana had sat a few hours earlier — he said, “Well, you just look as if you’ve spent the evening, er…ye’ve nae finally dumped yon Mackie twit and found yourself a new fella, have you?”
I felt myself blush, shocked at how close my brother had come to the truth. Trying to sound as if it was playful banter, I said, “Oh aye, I’ve been givin’ Danny MacLellan a good seein’ to.” Mr MacLellan was, at 93, famous as the oldest man on Sula. Ruaridh laughed, but I could see a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
I slept like a log that night, and awoke feeling fresh and renewed. As early as seemed reasonable, I rang Diana, desperate to reassure her that I had no doubts about what we’d done the night before. I hoped I wasn’t waking her from a Sunday morning lie-in, but in fact she answered on the second ring. I said brightly, “Hi Di, I wondered if you fancied coming for a nice brisk walk over at Creag Dhu?” (The name is Gaelic for the black cliff.) I’d never heard anyone sound more relieved than she did when she said that sounded lovely. I rushed through my shower, dragged on the first clothes that came to hand and jogged up the hill to Diana’s home. In fact, we never got anywhere near Creag Dhu. The moment she opened the door I fell into her arms and we kissed deeply. She was still in her dressing gown and, easing her front door closed behind me with my heel, I unbelted the garment, pushing it off her shoulders to find her naked beneath it. Hardly pausing in our kiss we sidled like some strange crab up her stairs and into her bedroom, with a huge double bed instead of my tiny cramped one. We both tore off my clothes and fell together onto the bed.
The first time we made love that day there was none of the gentleness that had marked my initiation the previous evening. We raked at each other’s bodies, and Diana nibbled at my throat as I gurgled with delight. Quickly she slipped down between my legs, and once again her tongue plunged into me. My hips rose again, and it felt almost as if I was riding her face as she drove it into me, gnawing and slurping hungrily at me. I was so ready for her that I came in seconds, but that did nothing to stop her. She guzzled my pussy, then licked between my legs, and even wiggled the tip of her tongue in the bottom end of my bum crack, then licked her way back to my pussy again, over and over. If anyone had told me two days earlier that I would so love the feel of someone’s tongue in my bum I’d have told them they were a loony, but I shrieked with arousal as I wiggled on her probing tip. Gradually — god knows how many times I came — we calmed down, with Diana’s face, my pussy, my thighs and my bum all soaked.
For a good half hour we just lay still and held each other, not kissing, barely breathing, just enjoying the satiny feel of each other’s skin and the loving tranquillity of our situation. Finally, Diana raised her head, kissed my forehead so softly I barely felt it, and whispered, “I was so happy when you called. I hardly slept a wink last night, I was sure you wouldn’t want to know me anymore when you woke up this morning. I was nearly in tears by the time I got back here last night.” I felt an irrational wave of sorrow for the pain she’d felt over me, and showered her with kisses before licking my way down to her breasts. I carried on past them, tickling each side of her line of pubic hair with my tongue. Recognising where I was going, she sighed, “Oh Jess, oh my darling love, are you suahhhhhhh!” I had slipped two fingers inside her, and I was preparing my tongue to follow.
With one final kiss to her Mons I moved my head between Diana’s legs, easing her thighs wider apart. The only pussy I’d ever seen was my own, and I thought the sight of hers was quite beautiful. Any hair that might have run between her thighs had been shaved away, and her actual quim looked very different to mine. My lips are quite dark and protrude. Diana’s were pink, glistening with her juice, and much less prominent. Experimentally I reached my tongue out and ran it round her lips, around my still penetrating fingers. She hissed, and her hips twitched. With my free hand I sought out her clitty. It took me a few moments to find it, hidden behind a little fold of skin, but when I touched it with the tip of my tongue she whinnied like a horse and bucked as if she’d been slapped. Getting the hang of it now, I licked at her pretty little pearl as my fingers roamed inside her, and rimmed her cunt while she groaned and giggled.
After a while I swapped targets, moving a hand to her clit while I thrust my tongue deep inside her. This had been the thing I’d been most nervous about in our budding relationship, but I loved the taste of her, the feeling of her most intimate place against my face, and the swell of pride I felt that something I was doing was making this person I loved so much so very happy. More by instinct than design I slipped a hand beneath her and stroked my finger the length of her bum crack. She gasped, “Ohhh yes!” and, encouraged, I slipped my finger inside her bum, as deep as it would go, and wiggled it around. In seconds she started swinging her hips from side to side, and I felt a surge of wetness inside her pussy as she came, swearing like a trooper. Following her example, I kept lapping at her and stroking her for a good few minutes until it seemed she had finally subsided. As I rose up the bed to meet her she blinked, stroked my hair off my forehead, and murmured, “Jesus, you’re good at that.
We slept for an hour or two then, in each other’s arms. When I awoke Diana had gone, and there was a note on the pillow beside me saying she had gone down into Longbay for the Sunday paper. A short while later I heard her coming up the stairs, and she appeared carrying a tray of toast and tea, a broadsheet paper tucked under her arm. I suddenly realised I was ravenously hungry, and tucked into the toast with a vengeance. When we’d both satisfied out hunger, we lay side by side reading the various sections of the paper. We had time to make love just once more — Diana eating me out again — before the ‘phone rang. A farmer across the island had a crisis, and my love had to go and help him. I showered again, then let myself out of her house and wandered dreamily down the hill to my home. As I walked in Ruaridh gave me a strange look, and asked with a raised eyebrow, “So how was Creag Dhu? Did you and Diana have a good walk?” My face burned so hotly they could have put me on Creag Dhu as a signal fire!
Diana and I spoke on the ‘phone that evening. I told her of Ruaridh’s suspicion, and we agreed we should keep a low profile, to try and avoid anyone else getting the same idea. Over the next week I hardly saw her, other than to wave at across the street, or have the occasional hurried conversation. Standing chatting like normal friends outside my office was agony for me. I just wanted to reach out and touch Diana, to feel her bare flesh against mine. At the same time, I was doing my best to avoid Callum. I went for the occasional drink with him, but made sure I didn’t get inveigled into sex. It wasnae just that the idea of being intimate with him made my flesh creep — which it now did — but I couldnae bear even the thought of being with anyone but Diana, I was so deeply in love with her.
Diana and I still met up at weekends, and the occasional evening, although the nights were now drawing in and it was getting cooler. We still enjoyed our trips around the island, but they tended to last less time, before we rushed back to her cottage and into her bed. One evening, as I was playing my violin to the seals, Diana sat behind me, her head on my shoulder and her hands under my shirt, cupped around my breasts. I could feel myself getting wet even as I was playing! A few nights later, as I sat in my chair staring into the peat fire we had roaring in the grate, Ruaridh came and sat opposite me. Pulling his chair closer to me, he took both my hands in his, and caught my eye. “Jessie — tell me it’s none of my damned business if you like, but — are you and Diana lovers?”
I was stunned. I knew Ruaridh suspected it, but I hadn’t thought about the inevitability of this moment. Gazing into my brother’s face, I could see only love for me, and concern. I couldnae lie to him. “Aye Ruaridh, we are. D’ye mind very much?”
He smiled, a little sadly I thought, and shook his head. Sounding a wee bitty tired, he said, “No, I dinnae mind. I’m just glad for you that you’re obviously so happy. I didnae know, though, that you were, er…”
As he tried to find the most diplomatic way to say it I interrupted him. “I dinnae think I am, no’ really. I’ve just fallen in love with someone who happens to be another woman. And she loves me too Ruaridh — she really does.” He nodded, showing he realised it.
A few nights later I invited Diana round for dinner, for the first time in a while. I’d told her Ruaridh knew about us. We were a bit rash, and he came home early to find us kissing on the sofa. It wasnae intentional on our part, but afterwards I was glad he’d seen us. We sprang apart, and Ruaridh blanched slightly, but said nothing about it. As I checked the dinner in the kitchen I heard him and Diana chatting quite normally, and I knew it was going to be okay between the three of us. By the end of the evening all three of us were laughing together, my brother quite relaxed as Diana and I held hands side by side on the sofa. After she left, I think Ruaridh was pleasantly surprised when I gave him a big hug and told him how much I love him. He hugged me back and told me he loved me too.
Things weren’t so easy with Callum though. He was getting increasingly ratty at the way I was snubbing him, and suspicious. When he told me he might just dump me and take up wi’ a new lassie my reaction was, “Fine, on ye go then”. I flounced off up the street leaving him staring open-mouthed after me.
Two nights later he was at my cottage, hammering on the door. I hadnae had the best day at work, I hadnae seen Diana for a couple of days, Ruaridh wasnae home and I really wasnae in the mood for Callum’s boorishness. I let him in and lead him through to the kitchen as he told me that Janet Christie had asked him to take her to the ceilidh at the community hall on Saturday. Janet’s a well known slapper around Longbay, and I suspected Callum had already had his way with her on more than one occasion. “If ya dinnae start comin’ across I might just take her up on it”, he growled. I shrugged, and told him if that was what he wanted, maybe it was for the best. He advanced towards me, backing me into a cabinet, and leaned over me, his face red and spittle flying from his mouth. “So what is this, are you fuckin’ dumpin’ me, is that it?”
Feeling annoyed rather than intimidated, I shrugged again. “That’s your word for it Callum, no’ mine. Anyway, sounds like you’re dumpin’ me, for Janet.”
He wasnae having any of it. “Look Jessie, have you got another guy or somethin’, is that it? Who is the bastard, I’ll rip his fuckin’ heid off.” Just then a malign glint appeared in his eye. “Hold up, hold up — it’s that fuckin’ vet, that’s it, isn’t it? Jesus Christ, you’re dumpin’ me for a fucking dyke!” He must have seen the surprise on my face that he’d worked it out. He sneered, “I know you and that twat brother of yours think I’m thick as shit, but I’m no’ that stupit. Yer forever goin’ on about her, and I’ve seen the way you are with her. Jesus fuckin’ Christ!”
I wanted to ask him to stop swearing, but I knew it would do nae good. Instead I told him that my relationship — my friendship — with Diana was none of his business. “I just think we should give it a rest Callum. I don’t think we’re really right for each other. Let’s face it, we’re no’ exactly Sula’s golden couple are we? I think Janet could be good for you.”
I gasped in shock and pain as he grabbed my hair and twisted it, pulling my face to within inches of his, breathing beer fumes on me. “It’d be bad enough bein’ dumped, but for a fuckin’ queer? There’s no way you’re doin’ that to me. What is it, is she better in bed than me or something? Is that it?” I should have been scared, but a red mist of rage descended on me. I kicked out at his shin, missing, and screeched at him to take his filthy hands off me. He grinned sadistically into my face, and shook my head like a terrier with a rat in his mouth. “I asked you a fuckin’ question, dyke. Is the stuck-up vet better at fuckin’ you than I am?”
A curious mix of emotions welled inside me. The rage was still there, now joined by alarm at the situation I was in — still not fear — frustration, and an overwhelming desire to hurt him, to really humiliate this, this animal. I hissed into his face, “Aye, she’s fuckin’ amazing. Let’s face it, old man MacCreadie’s better in bed than you, and he’s been dead in his grave these past five years.”
A black cloud of fury descended onto Callum’s face. His fingers tightened still further in my hair, making my eyes water. I glanced at the kitchen door, praying Ruaridh would get home now. Suddenly, with a roar, Callum whipped his arm, sending me spinning across my kitchen. I screamed as I hit the wall, then slumped on the floor, dazed and winded. With blurred vision I watched Callum walk across the floor towards me, slowly, deliberately. Now I was really scared, but I couldn’t find the strength to move. I winced as he slowly drew his boot back, aiming it at my stomach.
I’ve been having the strangest dreams. I felt as if I was in some great furnace, burning. Then I felt cold, and vibrated as if I was in a spin dryer. I saw flashing white lights. My mother was in my dream too, stroking my brow, and cancer had taken her more than two years earlier. Ruaridh was there of course — he was weeping and I just couldnae make him stop. And I saw Diana. She was stroking my brow too, and holding my hand, telling me over and over that she loved me, she’d always love me, and she’d never desert me. That was nice. In between the dreams I felt as if I was wrapped in some big, black velvety cocoon, snug, warm and safe. A nagging voice in the back of my mind was telling me that I had to open my eyes, and let the real world back in; but I just didnae want to, I felt too secure. Finally, that nagging voice became too much of a pain in the arse, and I told it okay, fine, I’ll open my damn eyes if you’ll just shut up and give us a rest.
Sighing with reluctance, I forced my eyelids to open. There were two pale ovals hanging over me. From one of them I heard Ruaridh’s voice exclaim, “Oh my God, nurse!” That oval disappeared, to reveal a bright light that hurt my eyes. I screwed them up and tried to shade them with my hand, but there was some sort of little pipe held to it with a sticking plaster.
The other oval swam into focus, and I saw it was Diana. She was sobbing, big wracking gulps, and huge tears rolled down her cheeks. She held my other hand in both of hers, so tightly that I winced with discomfort. I tried to sit up to wipe away her tears, and it literally felt as if someone had smacked me across the ribcage with a red hot poker. I fell back with a gasp, too robbed of breath to scream. As some woman in a blue pyjama suit started fussing around me, between her sobs Diana told me, “Oh Jess, my darling, my darling, we thought wed lost you.”
It turned out I was in Glasgow Royal Infirmary, where I’d been lying for three days. I’d been flown there by air ambulance shortly after Ruaridh found me on the kitchen floor, unconscious, bruised and bleeding. The police had picked up Callum in the bar of the Longbay Hotel, pissed out of his mind. He didn’t make the slightest attempt to deny it was him who had given me the kicking. It was as well for him the police got to him before Ruaridh did — I swear my brother would have killed him.
We talked about leaving Sula for my sake, Ruaridh, Diana and I, of course we did. But I love the island, and many of the folk on it. It took a good two months before I felt ready, physically and mentally, to go back to work. I hardly left the cottage during that time. Friends and cousins came and visited me — including Callum’s mum — and my aunt came in and made broth for me. Diana sat with me every spare moment she had. She also massaged my battered body, a talent she’d kept hidden until then. As her strong fingers and her soft palms worked my feet, my legs and my back, the luxurious warmth which spread through me was almost like sex — something which followed the massage on more than one occasion. At Christmas I received scored of cards, and dozens of presents, from people I barely knew. Callum pleaded guilty to causing me grievous bodily harm, which spared me a trip to Inverness to give evidence. He wrote me an emotional letter apologising for what he’d done to me. He sounded quite sincere: no doubt it did him no harm with the court when he was sentenced.
Shortly before I was due to start back in my job — Gordon had kindly kept it open for me, with his wife helping out and Rhona rallying round — Diana took me on holiday, only the third time I’d ever left the UK. She got to show me that view of the Aegean from Chios that she loves so much. It was out of season, but a week of drowsing on a lovely beach under the warm Mediterranean sun, sipping blue cocktails while handsome Greek lads flirted with us, and making sweet, gentle love with Diana in the evenings did me the world of good.
Towards the end of the trip she introduced me to love beads. I thought they were things that old hippies wore round their necks; but these are a string of latex diamonds that you lover inserts in your back passage, then pulls out just as you start to cum. Aye, I know, it sounds a bit weird — it’s just as well I trust Diana so completely. I was happily laying back sighing while Diana sucked and stroked my pussy, my hands tweaking my own nipples, when I felt my orgasm starting to build. I lay my feet flat on the bed, my knees raised in anticipation, and as my climax began to break Diana reached inside my bum and whipped the beads out. My God, what a feeling!!! I’d never known anything like it in all my life. For a split second I knew, absolutely knew, I was going to die of sheer ecstasy — it was just a case of what exploded first, my jangling brain or my throbbing snatch! All the colours of the rainbow flashed across my eyelids, together with golds, silvers, and a few other colours they havenae found names for yet, while it felt as if the 1812 overture was playing in my pussy, all cannons and bells. Diana reckoned they must have heard my scream in Athens. We 69ed each other for a while after that, just so I could have a normal orgasm to calm down a bit! Those lovely wee beads have certainly been a regular feature of our lovemaking since then, though not a particularly frequent one: I dinnae reckon either of us could take that degree of ecstasy too often!
Things have changed a lot since then. Ruaridh has just started a degree course in Edinburgh. It was a big wrench for both of us, him leaving Sula, but he’s loving the university life, and he’s already found a sweet girlfriend there who thinks the sun shines oot a’ him. At least it means Diana and I’ll have somewhere to stay if we fancy a wee holiday in the capital. With Ruaridh gone, Diana moved into our cottage with me, and we live together openly now. We have a circle of good friends who are just genuinely happy for us that we’re so happy. I’m pleased to count Callum’s mother in that group. As for the rest of the island…well, people in a small isolated community have to live together, and they don’t look to make trouble where there is none. The farmers in particular are a pragmatic lot, who appreciate Diana’s veterinary skills and my land management ones, and we have a good rapport with them. Other folk are polite to our faces, including Callum’s dad, and a few, like Callum’s brothers, simply pretend we dinnae exist, which is fine by us.
I don’t know how I’ll react the first time I see Callum, after he’s released and returns to his family. I think it’ll be okay though. I have my health, a job I enjoy, located on the most beautiful island in all creation, and a partner who loves me beyond measure, as I do her. Ye cannae ask much more oot of life than that.