Almost all of my previous floor have been written for men, trying to capture the things that they tell me they like. This story is obviously written for other fair sex, and as such is much more true to life, without the `` over the top '' crudeness and bizarre carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll wish it.
Just note that the level, more or less, contains no sexual activeness, so if that 's what you 're looking for, then I 'd say to try elsewhere..
The only early thing before I start telling my story : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether positivistic or negative, if you feel like taking the problem. That 's the only way that I might meliorate my writing.
Anyhow, to the news report :


Always a democratic girl, in her other age at school, Yvonne had scads of acquaintance, and sprightliness was in effect. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger years of life, the female child mainly stick together and have their piddling mathematical group, often tending to shun the boys, whom they regard as too raspy and too rowdy.
Anyhow, that 's the way it was for Yvonne, that is, until she and her admirer reached the age of about eleven or twelve. At that time, the interest of many of her friend became all consumed with what the boys were now doing. Likewise, some of the older boys began to take the same degree of interest in Yvonne and her radical of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this Saame gravid interest in the boy ; to her, they were still just as rough and as coarse as she 'd always found them.
Because of this departure in their interests, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when sexual secrets where whispered between the girl, 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 hr in bed, of a night, masturbating and enjoying the howling feelings that she was able to get in her body.

Even so though, there was a canonical difference in masturbation subroutine between herself and the other girls. While the others all had howling fantasies about boys or men, and imagined the sense experience produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by Brobdingnagian cocks, with Yvonne, the sensations were just virgin physical delight, and no thought of men ever entered her head.

One affair that needs to be noted, was that Yvonne initially received at least as very much attention from the boys, as did her friends, but while her friend all encouraged this attention, Yvonne did not, refusing all offers of coming together or Nox out. Very rapidly, the boy lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as cold and stuck up. This label did n't upset her at all, in fact she welcomed the abatement in, what had initially been, their constant attention.

Anyhow, metre passed. The early little girl all had boyfriends. They graduated from school day, and largely went their class style into adult life.

A welfare to Yvonne, of having had less societal life as she had lupus erythematosus to do with her friends, was that her academic consequence achieved a in high spirits standard, and, on leaving school, she found that she was capable to obtain an excellent job in the city.
Working life was a whole new world to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new occupation and lifestyle, and enjoyed the bustle and stir of the office.
The only downside to her new world, was that once again she began to attract the attention of men. On starting work, many of the bingle men that she worked with, and even one or two of the married men as well, took nifty interest in her, and she was many times asked to go out on a date.
Always being favorable, but nevertheless firmly declining these offer, the undesirable attending lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent wave boyfriend, she, on the spur of the moment answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the offer stopped, and she had a make alibi for her actions.

The office staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the couple of dozen former fair sex, she found little in usual, a large number of them being married and having different interests than herself, and most of those youthful one all seemed to have the same overmaster interest in the men of the office.
lunch period in the dining room, seemed to segregated into tables of the married charwoman chatting about home, kid, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; early table consisting of the new, flirty girls and men ; and of course tabular array full of men loudly talking of sports upshot, interspersed with snide and sleazy remarks about women.
At first, Yvonne was at a loss just where to fit into this excerpt. Briefly she sat with the unseasoned, mixed groups, then scared away from there she tried the married ladies tables, but in both example 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 situations, she noticed that one other woman, Sophie, who was perhaps in her early thirty-something, always took a chair over near the windowpane, and sat alone reading a Christian Bible. So, making surely that she had a good Christian Bible to read, Yvonne followed Sophie 's hint, and taking a president, she went and also sat aside near the windows and away from the world-wide katzenjammer, and read her record. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a nice smile, then went back to her book and said nothing.

After a time, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some sorting of vulgar bond. Yvonne noted that in the general running game of the role, Sophie was always polite and efficient in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly enough to her work colleagues, but had an intangible coolness in her mode that seemed to communicate that she would n't tolerate anything imperfectly. On the odd occasions though, that she had to babble to Yvonne, she would always add up with a grin, something that Yvonne noted that no one else was privileged to receive.

Some calendar month passed and Yvonne found that she had settled nicely into her piece of work. Everyone seemed friendly and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some vista of her work, and she felt that she had fitted in well.
It was about this metre that it was announced that the staff dining way was to be renovated and redecorated. Special arrangement had been made for alternate comforts, which although a bit hamper, were adequate enough for the hebdomad or two that was foreknow to be required.
half way through the morning of this maiden day of redevelopment, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her common lovely smile. `` It 's going to be so cramped at lunch period, '' she said, `` would you like to walk around the workshop instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a java shop class and have a muffin and coffee berry, or something. ``
'' Oh yes, that would be prissy, '' Yvonne replied with a beaming smile.

Lunchtime came and Sophie and Yvonne took the raise down, and were soon out on the busy street.
Walking along, Sophie began chatting about the office and diverse things, completely shedding the common reserve of her place manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the outdoor mesa of a coffee shop class in one of the officious pedestrian walk of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all sort of questions of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this swain of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite translate the question for just a moment, she 'd leave about the conjectural boyfriend, then realising, she laughed. `` No, I just said that, I have n't really. ``
'' plentitude of casuals, I suppose ? '' Sophie persisted.
'' No, '' Yvonne laughed, `` neither permanents nor casuals. ``
Sophie beamed across the mesa, `` Ah, so it was just to prevent the men away, was it ! '' she said, understanding, then continued, `` yes, they can be such pests sometimes, with their undesirable aid. '' She then went on to say how, at her previous job, she had bought a crummy anchor ring, and had worn it like a wedding band so as to deter undesirable attentions from various of the men.

That afternoon, back at the office, Yvonne felt glad and unwind. It had been such a pleasant lunchtime spent with Sophie.

All of that week, the couplet went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the burnt umber shop, but a couple of meter wandering along the streets and looking into some of the small boutique article of clothing storehouse. 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 cipher much really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you like to go to a movie after work ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be overnice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French picture show on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, look at the time. We 'll need to hurry to get back to the agency. '' Sophie slung her bag over her articulatio humeri. `` Come on, '' and taking Yvonne 's hand, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of the great unwashed and tables, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie study her hand to lead her from the coffee store. It was as if she were a child, or perhaps like a man might make a little girl 's hand. She had enjoyed the moment of intimate physical touch though. But it had been very abbreviated, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The movie was so comic, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the cinema along with the general crowd. Out in the anteroom they laughed together as they recounted sealed scenes.
'' What now ? '' Sophie smiled, as the crowd dispersed and they too made their way out into the street. `` It 's so courteous being with you that I do n't require to go habitation yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's deal and gave it a light squeeze.
Yvonne felt a flush of pleasure at Sophie 's words and touch.
Sophie opened her mouth to verbalize, uttering just a dyad 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 experience comfortable there. ``

Yvonne had little experience of parallel bars and night life, she imagined them being harsh and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the home that she had in intellect was for madam only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all right then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her untried acquaintance failure to interpret. But then she seemed to induce up her creative thinker and they went off gaily, laughing as they went.

'' Here we are, '' Sophie said as she took Yvonne 's hand and led her through the low doorway under the pink neon planetary house, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the little lobby arena, they then entered the softly lit main function of the organisation. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high family of the place. Everything was lovely from the trappings to the unobtrusive screen background music. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their eyes to set. There were a couple of bars, with daughter and fair sex sitting on high up faecal matter as they chatted and laughed together. The domain between the two cake was taken up with small-scale tables, at which mainly pairs of women sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's hired man, and she led the way to an unoccupied board, where, rather than sit opposite, she pulled her hot seat finish beside Yvonne's.

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

Yvonne 's mind was in a spin, 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 misapprehension my bringing you here. ``
Yvonne 's middle went past Sophie, to the two girls at the adjacent table, as they leaned close up and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful thing to have it off like that, '' Yvonne thought.

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

'' Shush darling, it was all my fault, '' Sophie said softly and lovingly.
They looked at each other as Yvonne dabbed the corner of a handkerchief to her optic. They leaned forward, Yvonne closed her eyes as their lips met, softly at first, then with parted brim their tongues caressed, their hands holding each other close and tight.
'' I love you so very much, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their kissing in order to regain their breathing space after a time.
'' Oh my darling young woman, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

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


Later, at Sophie 's apartment, they could n't keep their hands from one another, and could not save their lips apart.

Together, under the exhibitioner, they soaped each early 's bodies, their bridge player sliding over one another 's nudeness. The lightly scented max slithering under their loving caresses as the strong urine was all that clothed them.

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