Almost all of my previous tale have been written for men, trying to capture the things that they tell me they like. This story is obviously written for other women, and as such is much more on-key to aliveness, without the `` over the top '' crudeness and bizarre carryings on.
I do go for that you 'll like it.
Just annotation that the account, 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 narrative : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether electropositive or negative, if you feel like taking the problem. That 's the only way that I might improve my writing.
Anyhow, to the tarradiddle :


Always a democratic daughter, in her ahead of time years at school, Yvonne had lots of acquaintance, and liveliness was good. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger years of aliveness, the girls mainly stick together and birth their slight groups, often tending to blackball 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 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 son began to take away the same arcdegree of interest in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this Saame majuscule interest group in the male child ; to her, they were still just as jumpy and as coarse as she 'd always found them.
Because of this divergence in their interests, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when intimate secrets 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 tactile sensation that she was able to produce in her trunk.

eve so though, there was a canonical difference in masturbation procedures between herself and the former missy. While the others all had fantastical fantasies about boys or men, and imagined the sensations produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by huge cocks, with Yvonne, the star were just pure strong-arm delectation, and no persuasion of men ever entered her head.

One thing that needs to be noted, was that Yvonne initially received at to the lowest degree as much tending from the boys, as did her friends, but while her friends all encouraged this attention, Yvonne did not, refusing all offer of merging or nights out. Very rapidly, the boys 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 respite in, what had initially been, their constant attention.

Anyhow, time passed. The other girl all had swain. They graduated from school day, and largely went their separate ways into grownup life.

A welfare to Yvonne, of having had less societal life as she had less to do with her friends, was that her academic resultant role achieved a in high spirits touchstone, and, on leaving school, she found that she was capable to obtain an excellent job in the city.
Working sprightliness was a totally new world to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new occupation and lifestyle, and enjoyed the bunko game and bustle of the office.
The only when downside to her new world, was that once again she began to draw the attention of men. On starting work, many of the single 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 meter asked to go out on a date.
Always being friendly, but nevertheless firmly declining these offers, the unwanted tending lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent boyfriend, she, on the spine of the moment answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the offers stopped, and she had a cook excuse for her actions.

The office staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the couple of dozen other charwoman, she found little in common, a with child act of them being married and having unlike interests than herself, and most of those jr. unity all seemed to have the same overwhelm stake in the men of the office.
lunch period in the dining way, seemed to segregated into table of the married charwoman chatting about houses, nipper, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; former board consisting of the vernal, flirty girlfriend and men ; and of course tables wide of men loudly talking of mutant events, interspersed with snide and tinny remark about women.
At first, Yvonne was at a loss just where to fit into this selection. Briefly she sat with the vernal, mixed groups, then scared away from there she tried the married ladies tables, but in both instances she found that she had no stake in their conversations, and had nothing to add to the talk.
After a calendar week or two of not enjoying these lunchtime situations, she noticed that one other woman, Sophie, who was perhaps in her early thirty, always took a chair over near the window, and sat alone reading a book. So, making sure that she had a upright record book to read, Yvonne followed Sophie 's leash, and taking a electric chair, she went and also sat aside near the windowpane and away from the general uproar, and read her book. 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 common James Bond. Yvonne noted that in the general running game of the place, Sophie was always polite and efficient in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly enough to her piece of work colleagues, but had an intangible coolness in her manner that seemed to communicate that she would n't tolerate anything amiss. On the odd occasions though, that she had to utter to Yvonne, she would always come with a smile, 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 body of work. Everyone seemed friendly and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some prospect of her workplace, and she felt that she had fitted in well.
It was about this sentence that it was announced that the staff dining room was to be renovated and redecorated. Special arranging had been made for alternate creature comforts, which although a bit cramped, were adequate enough for the week or two that was foreseen to be required.
Half way through the dayspring of this low day of renovation, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her usual lovely smile. `` It 's going to be so cramped at lunchtime, '' she said, `` would you like to take the air around the shops instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a coffee 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 busy street.
walk along, Sophie began chatting about the situation and various 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 deep brown shop in one of the busy prosy walkways of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all form of questions of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this boyfriend of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite understand the question for just a moment, she 'd forgotten about the say boyfriend, then realising, she laughed. `` No, I just said that, I have n't really. ``
'' passel of casuals, I suppose ? '' Sophie persisted.
'' No, '' Yvonne laughed, `` neither permanents nor casuals. ``
Sophie beamed across the mesa, `` Ah, so it was just to keep the men away, was it ! '' she said, understanding, then continued, `` yes, they can be such pests sometimes, with their unwanted aid. '' She then went on to tell how, at her former job, she had bought a gimcrack ring, and had worn it like a wedding stripe so as to deter undesirable attentions from various of the men.

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

All of that week, the pair went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the coffee workshop, but a couplet of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the belittled boutique clothing shop. 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 a good deal 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 picture show on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, look at the time. We 'll necessitate to zip to get back to the office. '' Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder. `` Come on, '' and taking Yvonne 's helping hand, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of people and tables, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie fill her helping hand to lead her from the coffee shop. It was as if she were a child, or perhaps like a man might read a lady friend 's hand. She had enjoyed the import of intimate physical contact though. But it had been very brief, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The movie was so amusing, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the movie theater along with the general bunch. 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 want to go home yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's manus and gave it a light-colored squeeze.
Yvonne felt a gush of pleasure at Sophie 's run-in and touch.
Sophie opened her mouth to speak, uttering just a duet 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 propose going to a bar that I know of, but perhaps you might n't feel well-heeled there. ``

Yvonne had minuscule experience of bars and nightlife, she imagined them being approximative and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the station that she had in mind was for ladies only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all right then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her youthful acquaintance failure to understand. But then she seemed to make up her mind and they went off gaily, laughing as they went.

'' Here we are, '' Sophie said as she took Yvonne 's script and led her through the small doorway under the garden pink neon signboard, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the small lobby region, they then entered the softly lit chief part of the establishment. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high class of the place. Everything was lovely from the furnishings to the unobtrusive background signal medicine. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their eyes to adjust. There were a couple of bars, with girls and cleaning woman sitting on high stools as they chatted and laughed together. The area between the two bars was taken up with humble tables, at which mainly pairs of fair sex sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's hand, and she led the way to an untenanted mesa, where, rather than sit diametrical, she pulled her chair close beside Yvonne's.

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

Yvonne 's mind 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 optic went past Sophie, to the two girls at the next board, as they leaned closing 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 right, really Sophie, '' Yvonne almost pleaded, with binge coming to her centre as she thought that she may fall back her friendship.
'' I 'm so stupid, '' she continued with a sob in her articulation, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her blazon about her and buried her question on shoulder.

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

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


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

Together, under the cascade, they soaped each early 's bodies, their hands sliding over one another 's bareness. The lightly scented soap slithering under their loving caresses as the lovesome body of water was all that clothed them.

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