Almost all of my premature stories have been written for men, trying to capture the matter that they tell me they like. This report is obviously written for other women, and as such is much more avowedly to life, without the `` over the top '' primitivism and outre carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll care it.
Just note of hand that the chronicle, more or less, contains no sexual activities, so if that 's what you 're looking for, then I 'd say to try elsewhere..
The only other thing before I start telling my story : I 'd value any feedback, whether confident or minus, if you feel like taking the trouble. That 's the only way that I might better my written material.
Anyhow, to the fib :


Always a democratic girl, in her early years at school, Yvonne had lots of Friend, and life story was commodity. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger old age of life, the girls mainly stick together and have their picayune chemical group, often tending to shun the boys, whom they regard as too rough and too rowdy.
Anyhow, that 's the way it was for Yvonne, that is, until she and her friends reached the age of about eleven or twelve. At that time, the interest of many of her Quaker became all consumed with what the boy were now doing. Likewise, some of the older boys began to occupy the like arcdegree of interest in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this Sami swell involvement in the son ; to her, they were still just as rough and as coarse as she 'd always institute them.
Because of this divergence in their interest group, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when sexual mystery where whispered between the female child, Yvonne was frequently left out of the other 's confidences.
This is not to say that Yvonne 's own pubescence was in any way delayed ; far from it. She spent hours in bed, of a night, masturbating and enjoying the tremendous feelings that she was able-bodied to raise in her body.

evening so though, there was a BASIC difference in onanism procedures between herself and the other miss. While the others all had terrific phantasy about boy or men, and imagined the sense experience produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by huge cocks, with Yvonne, the sensations were just pure physical delight, and no cerebration of men ever entered her head.

One thing that needs to be noted, was that Yvonne initially received at least as practically attention from the son, as did her friend, but while her friends all encouraged this tending, Yvonne did not, refusing all offers of coming together or nights out. Very rapidly, the son lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as frigid and stuck up. This label did n't upset her at all, in fact she welcomed the hiatus in, what had initially been, their unremitting attention.

Anyhow, time passed. The other girls all had boyfriends. They graduated from schooling, and largely went their dissever ways into grownup life.

A welfare to Yvonne, of having had less social life-time as she had to a lesser extent to do with her acquaintance, was that her academic consequence achieved a high banner, and, on leaving school, she found that she was capable to obtain an excellent job in the city.
workings life was a all new world to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new occupation and lifestyle, and enjoyed the hustle and hustle of the office.
The simply downside to her new world, was that once again she began to attract the aid of men. On starting oeuvre, many of the unmarried men that she worked with, and even one or two of the married men as well, took great interest in her, and she was many times asked to go out on a date.
Always being friendly, but nevertheless firmly declining these offers, the unwanted attention lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent beau, she, on the gad of the second answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the offers stopped, and she had a ready excuse for her actions.

The office staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the span of 12 other women, she found little in common, a with child number of them being married and having different pursuit than herself, and nigh of those unseasoned ace all seemed to take the same overpowering sake in the men of the office.
lunch period in the dining way, seemed to segregated into mesa of the marital womanhood chatting about household, children, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; other tables consisting of the vernal, flirty girls and men ; and of course tables entire of men loudly talking of sports events, interspersed with snide and sleazy remarks about women.
At first, Yvonne was at a deprivation just where to fit into this excerption. Briefly she sat with the younger, fuse groups, then scared away from there she tried the married gentlewoman tables, but in both instances she found that she had no interest in their conversations, and had nothing to add to the talk.
After a week or two of not enjoying these lunchtime situation, she noticed that one other adult female, Sophie, who was perhaps in her ahead of time thirties, always took a professorship over near the windowpane, and sat alone reading a book. So, making sure that she had a good book to say, Yvonne followed Sophie 's lead story, and taking a chair, she went and also sat aside near the Windows and away from the worldwide hubbub, and read her account book. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a Nice smiling, then went back to her book and said nothing.

After a time, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some sort of common bond. Yvonne noted that in the general running of the office, Sophie was always polite and efficient in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly enough to her workplace confrere, but had an intangible coldness in her manner that seemed to communicate that she would n't tolerate anything amiss. On the odd social occasion though, that she had to speak to Yvonne, she would always come up with a grinning, something that Yvonne noted that no one else was privileged to receive.

Some months passed and Yvonne found that she had settled nicely into her work. Everyone seemed friendly and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some aspect of her workplace, and she felt that she had fitted in well.
It was about this time that it was announced that the staff dining room was to be renovated and redecorated. Special transcription had been made for alternate amenities, which although a bit cramped, were adequate enough for the week or two that was foreknow to be required.
half way through the daybreak of this first day of refurbishment, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her usual lovely grinning. `` It 's going to be so cramped at lunchtime, '' she said, `` would you like to walk around the store instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a coffee shop and have a gem and coffee, or something. ``
'' Oh yes, that would be decent, '' Yvonne replied with a beaming smile.

lunchtime came and Sophie and Yvonne took the lift down, and were soon out on the busy street.
walking along, Sophie began chatting about the function and several things, completely shedding the usual reserve of her office manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the outdoor mesa of a coffee shop in one of the busy pedestrian walkways of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all sorts of questions of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this boyfriend of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite infer the question for just a moment, she 'd forget about the supposed boyfriend, then realising, she laughed. `` No, I just said that, I have n't really. ``
'' Plenty of casuals, I suppose ? '' Sophie persisted.
'' No, '' Yvonne laughed, `` neither permanents nor casuals. ``
Sophie beamed across the table, `` Ah, so it was just to hold back the men away, was it ! '' she said, understanding, then continued, `` yes, they can be such pests sometimes, with their undesirable attentions. '' She then went on to recite how, at her previous job, she had bought a trashy ring, and had worn it like a wedding isthmus so as to deter unwanted attentions from several of the men.

That afternoon, back at the spot, Yvonne felt felicitous and relaxed. It had been such a pleasant lunchtime spent with Sophie.

All of that week, the couple went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the coffee berry shop, but a couple of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the small dress shop clothing stores. It was all so very pleasant for the both of them.

On the Friday, when sitting chatting over lunch, Sophie asked what Yvonne had planned for the weekend. `` Oh cypher much really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you like to go to a movie after employment ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French movie on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, look at the clip. We 'll ask to hurry to get back to the agency. '' Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder. `` Come on, '' and taking Yvonne 's hand, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of people and tabular array, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it foreign having Sophie take her bridge player to lead her from the java shop. It was as if she were a child, or perhaps like a man might take a lady friend 's helping hand. She had enjoyed the bit of intimate physical contact though. But it had been very abbreviated, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The movie was so divert, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the cinema along with the full general crowd. Out in the foyer they laughed together as they recounted certain scenes.
'' What now ? '' Sophie smiled, as the crowd dispersed and they too made their way out into the street. `` It 's so nice being with you that I do n't desire to go home yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's hand and gave it a light squeeze.
Yvonne felt a efflorescence of joy at Sophie 's words and touch.
Sophie opened her mouth to speak, uttering just a couple of syllables, but then seemed to hesitate.
'' What ? '' Yvonne laughed, looking quizzically at her friend.
Still Sophie hesitated, but then said, `` I was going to suggest going to a bar that I know of, but perhaps you might n't feel comfortable there. ``

Yvonne had petty experience of bars and nightlife, she imagined them being pugnacious and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the station that she had in creative thinker was for ladies only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all right-hand then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her unseasoned friends bankruptcy to realise. But then she seemed to make up her nous and they went off gaily, laughing as they went.

'' Here we are, '' Sophie said as she took Yvonne 's deal and led her through the pocket-size doorway under the pinko neon signaling, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the pocket-sized lobby field, they then entered the softly lit main office of the ecesis. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high stratum of the lieu. Everything was lovely from the furnishing to the unobtrusive background euphony. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their optic to adjust. There were a duet of legal profession, with daughter and cleaning woman sitting on high school stools as they chatted and laughed together. The area between the two bars was taken up with minuscule mesa, at which mainly pairs of women sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's hand, and she led the way to an untenanted table, where, rather than sit opposite, she pulled her chair close beside Yvonne's.

Looking around and admiring everything, Yvonne saw that it was indeed for female only, even the stave being charwoman. Suddenly it dawned on her - it was a gay woman bar !
Yvonne felt her face flush as the origin rushed to her head. She looked at Sophie who was smiling pleasantly at her, but then seeing Yvonne 's look, her expression turned to one of dismay as she thought that she had misinterpreted her young friend.

Yvonne 's mind was in a fling, but she instantly recognised that she was so happy when she was with Sophie. She realised how she thrilled when Sophie took her hand.
'' Perhaps we 'd better go, '' Sophie was saying, `` it was a error my bringing you here. ``
Yvonne 's eyes went preceding Sophie, to the two fille at the next tabular array, as they leaned close and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful thing to love like that, '' Yvonne thought.

Sophie was standing up now, and gathering her things.
'' No, it 's all rightfulness, really Sophie, '' Yvonne almost pleaded, with bust coming to her center as she thought that she may lose her friendship.
'' I 'm so stupid, '' she continued with a sob in her voice, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her branch about her and buried her head on shoulder.

'' Shush darling, it was all my fault, '' Sophie said softly and lovingly.
They looked at each early as Yvonne dabbed the corner of a handkerchief to her optic. They leaned forward, Yvonne closed her centre as their lip met, softly at first, then with parted brim their tongues caressed, their hired man holding each other closemouthed and tight.
'' I love you so very much, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their necking in social club to regain their breath after a time.
'' Oh my darling girl, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

They ordered drinking, and sat close together, gazing lovingly at one another.


Later, at Sophie 's apartment, they could n't hold their hired man from one another, and could not preserve their lips apart.

Together, under the shower, they soaped each other 's dead body, their men sliding over one another 's nakedness. The lightly scented soap slithering under their loving caresses as the warm water was all that clothed them.

On the bed, they pressed their naked bodies close together, before then holding each former at blazonry length that they might gaze at the other 's loveliness.
Softly whispered words of adoration fell from their lips. Oh what love they each felt for the other.
It was a night of such rage and love .