Almost all of my previous taradiddle have been written for men, trying to beguile the things that they tell me they like. This level is obviously written for other womanhood, and as such is much more true to lifetime, without the `` over the top '' primitiveness and bizarre carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll like it.
Just note of hand that the narration, more or less, contains no intimate 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 appreciate any feedback, whether positive or negative, if you feel like taking the trouble. That 's the solitary way that I might improve my writing.
Anyhow, to the story :


Always a democratic little girl, in her early on years at school, Yvonne had lots of Quaker, and life was just. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger twelvemonth of life, the missy mainly stick together and sustain their little radical, often tending to shun the son, 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 prison term, the pursuit of many of her friends became all consumed with what the boys were now doing. Likewise, some of the older boys began to convey the same degree of interestingness in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this same great interest group in the boy ; to her, they were still just as crude and as coarse as she 'd always found them.
Because of this variance in their pastime, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when intimate mystery where whispered between the girls, 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 wonderful feelings that she was able to produce in her body.

Even so though, there was a basic conflict in masturbation procedures between herself and the other missy. While the others all had fantastic phantasy about boy or men, and imagined the esthesis produced by onanism to be that of being fucked by huge cocks, with Yvonne, the sensations were just pure strong-arm pleasure, and no thinking of men ever entered her head.

One thing that needs to be noted, was that Yvonne initially received at least as much aid from the male child, as did her acquaintance, but while her booster all encouraged this tending, Yvonne did not, refusing all offers of meetings or nights out. Very rapidly, the boys lost sake in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as cold and stuck up. This label did n't bowl over her at all, in fact she welcomed the abatement in, what had initially been, their constant attention.

Anyhow, time passed. The former miss all had beau. They graduated from schoolhouse, and largely went their separate ways into grownup life.

A benefit to Yvonne, of having had less social life sentence as she had to a lesser extent to do with her friends, was that her academician results achieved a senior high school standard, and, on leaving schoolhouse, she found that she was able to obtain an excellent job in the city.
workings life was a entirely new world to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new line of work and lifestyle, and enjoyed the sting and ado of the office.
The only downside to her new mankind, was that once again she began to pull the attention of men. On starting work, many of the exclusive men that she worked with, and even one or two of the get hitched with men as well, took slap-up interest in her, and she was many meter asked to go out on a date.
Always being friendly, but nevertheless firmly declining these offers, the unwanted aid lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent wave beau, she, on the acantha of the mo answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the offering stopped, and she had a ready excuse for her actions.

The office staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the couple of dozen other women, she found little in common, a heavy number of them being married and having different interests than herself, and well-nigh of those immature ace all seemed to receive the same overwhelming stake in the men of the office.
Lunchtime in the dining way, seemed to segregated into tables of the married women chatting about houses, children, what they were cooking for dinner party, etc ; early tables consisting of the unseasoned, flirty girls and men ; and of course of instruction tables wax of men loudly talking of sports events, interspersed with snide and sleazy remarks about women.
At starting time, Yvonne was at a loss just where to fit into this selection. Briefly she sat with the younger, mixed groups, then scared away from there she tried the get married ladies tables, but in both illustration she found that she had no pastime in their conversations, and had nothing to add to the talk.
After a week or two of not enjoying these lunchtime office, she noticed that one former woman, Sophie, who was perhaps in her other thirties, always took a chair over near the window, and sat alone reading a leger. So, making certainly that she had a honorable book to read, Yvonne followed Sophie 's principal, and taking a chairman, she went and also sat aside near the Windows and away from the general brouhaha, and read her book. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a nice smile, then went back to her record book and said nothing.

After a time, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some variety of vulgar bond. Yvonne noted that in the general running of the office, Sophie was always genteel and effective in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly sufficiency to her study colleagues, but had an intangible coolness in her manner that seemed to communicate that she would n't tolerate anything haywire. On the odd affair though, that she had to babble out to Yvonne, she would always issue forth with a smile, 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 work. Everyone seemed well-disposed and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some aspect of her work, and she felt that she had fitted in well.
It was about this sentence that it was announced that the staff dining way was to be renovated and redecorated. Special organisation had been made for alternate amenities, which although a bit cramped, were enough enough for the week or two that was envision to be required.
Half way through the morning of this offset day of overhaul, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her common lovely grinning. `` It 's going to be so cramped at lunchtime, '' she said, `` would you like to walk around the shops instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a coffee berry shop class and have a muffin and coffee, or something. ``
'' Oh yes, that would be nice, '' Yvonne replied with a beaming smile.

lunchtime came and Sophie and Yvonne took the rise down, and were soon out on the officious street.
Walking along, Sophie began chatting about the office staff and various things, completely shedding the common reserve of her berth manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the outdoor tables of a coffee shop in one of the fussy prosaic 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 understand the doubt for just a consequence, she 'd forgotten about the supposed young man, 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 permanent wave nor casuals. ``
Sophie beamed across the table, `` Ah, so it was just to hold the men away, was it ! '' she said, understanding, then continued, `` yes, they can be such pests sometimes, with their unwanted attentions. '' She then went on to tell how, at her former job, she had bought a gaudy ringing, and had worn it like a wedding dance orchestra so as to deter undesirable attention from various of the men.

That afternoon, back at the part, Yvonne felt happy and slack. It had been such a pleasant lunchtime spent with Sophie.

All of that week, the duad went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the coffee shop, but a couple of time wandering along the streets and looking into some of the low boutique 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 nothing often really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you like to go to a movie after work ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French movie on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, feel at the time. We 'll require to look sharp to get back to the authority. '' Sophie slung her bag over her berm. `` 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 strange having Sophie lead her hand to top her from the coffee shop. It was as if she were a nestling, or perhaps like a man might assume a daughter 's hired hand. She had enjoyed the moment of familiar physical contact though. But it had been very brief, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The flick was so amusing, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the cinema along with the universal 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 squeamish being with you that I do n't need to go habitation yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's hand and gave it a light squeeze.
Yvonne felt a flush of pleasance at Sophie 's actor's line 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 little experience of bars and nightlife, she imagined them being rough and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the place that she had in mind was for Lady only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all veracious then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her Whitney Young friends failure to interpret. 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 hand and led her through the small doorway under the pink atomic number 10 sign of the zodiac, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the small lobby area, they then entered the softly lit main persona of the organization. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high class of the lieu. Everything was lovely from the furnishing to the unobtrusive backcloth medicine. The inflammation was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their optic to set. There were a couple of bars, with girl and woman sitting on high stools as they chatted and laughed together. The country between the two bars was taken up with small tables, at which mainly pairs of women sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's script, and she led the way to an unoccupied table, where, rather than sit inverse, she pulled her professorship closing beside Yvonne's.

Looking around and admiring everything, Yvonne saw that it was indeed for female person only, even the stave being women. Suddenly it dawned on her - it was a Lesbian bar !
Yvonne felt her nerve flush as the blood rushed to her capitulum. She looked at Sophie who was smiling pleasantly at her, but then seeing Yvonne 's aspect, her expression turned to one of alarm as she thought that she had misinterpreted her young friend.

Yvonne 's head was in a whirl, 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 mistake my bringing you here. ``
Yvonne 's heart went by Sophie, to the two girls at the next table, as they leaned snug and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful matter to have it away like that, '' Yvonne thought.

Sophie was standing up now, and gathering her things.
'' No, it 's all right, really Sophie, '' Yvonne almost pleaded, with tear coming to her eye as she thought that she may lose her friendship.
'' I 'm so stunned, '' she continued with a sob in her representative, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her 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 former as Yvonne dabbed the corner of a handkerchief to her eyes. They leaned forward, Yvonne closed her oculus as their backtalk met, softly at first, then with parted mouth their tongues caressed, their handwriting holding each other close and tight.
'' I love you so very a great deal, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their kissing in order to recover their breath after a time.
'' Oh my darling daughter, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

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


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

Together, under the shower bath, they soaped each other 's eubstance, their hands sliding over one another 's nakedness. The lightly scented easy lay slithering under their loving caresses as the affectionate water was all that clothed them.

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