Almost all of my previous stories have been written for men, trying to capture the things that they tell me they like. This fib is obviously written for other woman, and as such is much more true to sprightliness, without the `` over the top '' roughness and bizarre carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll care it.
Just note that the narrative, 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 write up : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether confident or negative, if you feel like taking the worry. That 's the only way that I might amend my writing.
Anyhow, to the chronicle :


Always a pop little girl, in her former days at school, Yvonne had lots of friends, and life was upright. But then, that 's how it generally is in the untried days of life-time, the girls mainly stick together and have their little mathematical group, often tending to ostracize 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 clock time, the involvement of many of her protagonist became all consumed with what the boy were now doing. Likewise, some of the erstwhile boys began to take the Sami degree of interest in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this same bang-up interest in the boy ; to her, they were still just as harsh and as coarse as she 'd always found them.
Because of this divergence in their interest, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when sexual arcanum where whispered between the little girl, Yvonne was frequently left out of the former '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 howling look that she was capable to produce in her body.

eventide so though, there was a basic difference in masturbation routine between herself and the other girls. While the others all had wild fantasies about boys or men, and imagined the superstar produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by huge cocks, with Yvonne, the whiz were just staring forcible delight, and no thought 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 attention from the boys, as did her friends, but while her champion all encouraged this attention, Yvonne did not, refusing all offers of group meeting or Night out. Very rapidly, the boys lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as common cold and stuck up. This label did n't tump over her at all, in fact she welcomed the abatement in, what had initially been, their constant attention.

Anyhow, clip passed. The other fille all had boyfriends. They graduated from school, and largely went their class ways into grownup life.

A benefit to Yvonne, of having had less sociable life sentence as she had less to do with her friends, was that her academic result achieved a richly monetary standard, and, on leaving school, she found that she was able to obtain an first-class job in the city.
workings biography was a whole new existence to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new line and lifestyle, and enjoyed the flurry and bustle of the office.
The only downside to her new humanity, was that once again she began to attract the attention of men. On starting oeuvre, many of the one men that she worked with, and even one or two of the get hitched with men as well, took great pastime in her, and she was many times asked to go out on a date.
Always being well-disposed, but nevertheless firmly declining these offers, the undesirable attention lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent wave fellow, she, on the spur of the consequence answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the offering stopped, and she had a make excuse for her actions.

The office staff, whom she worked with, were mostly manlike, and of the couple of dozen other cleaning woman, she found little in vulgar, a large phone number of them being married and having different interest group than herself, and about of those younger ones all seemed to sustain the same submerge interest in the men of the office.
lunchtime in the dining room, seemed to segregated into tabular array of the married women chatting about sign of the zodiac, children, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; former tables consisting of the unseasoned, flirty girls and men ; and of course board full of men loudly talking of sports events, interspersed with snide and sleazy input about women.
At beginning, 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 matrimonial dame tabular array, but in both illustration 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 berth, she noticed that one other fair sex, Sophie, who was perhaps in her other thirties, always took a chair over near the window, and sat alone reading a record. So, making sure that she had a well book to read, Yvonne followed Sophie 's lead, and taking a chair, she went and also sat aside near the window and away from the general hubbub, and read her book. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a skillful smile, then went back to her Holy Scripture and said nothing.

After a time, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some sort of unwashed bond. Yvonne noted that in the superior general running of the office, Sophie was always polite and effective in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly enough to her body of work colleagues, but had an intangible coolness in her mode that seemed to pass along that she would n't tolerate anything amiss. On the odd occasions though, that she had to tattle 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 work. Everyone seemed friendly and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some face of her work, 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 arrangements had been made for alternate comforts, which although a bit cramp, were adequate enough for the week or two that was foreseen to be required.
Half way through the dawn of this first day of overhaul, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her usual lovely smile. `` It 's going to be so cramped at lunch period, '' she said, `` would you like to walk around the shop instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a coffee bean shop class and have a muffin and coffee, or something. ``
'' Oh yes, that would be nice, '' Yvonne replied with a beaming smile.

lunch period came and Sophie and Yvonne took the lift down, and were soon out on the meddling street.
Walking along, Sophie began chatting about the billet and various things, completely shedding the common reserve of her office manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the out-of-door tables 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 empathise 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. ``
'' mint 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 sustain the men away, was it ! '' she said, understanding, then continued, `` yes, they can be such pesterer sometimes, with their unwanted aid. '' She then went on to tell how, at her previous job, she had bought a cheap ring, and had worn it like a wedding dance orchestra so as to deter unwanted attentions from various of the men.

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

All of that workweek, the pair went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the umber shop, but a couple of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the small dress shop article of 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 nada much really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you wish to go to a motion-picture show after oeuvre ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French flick on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, look at the prison term. We 'll need to hurry to get back to the situation. '' Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder. `` seed on, '' and taking Yvonne 's bridge player, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of the great unwashed and board, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie take her deal to head her from the coffee shop. It was as if she were a child, or perhaps like a man might take a little girl 's hand. She had enjoyed the moment of knowledgeable 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 picture palace 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 hand and gave it a light squeeze.
Yvonne felt a outpouring of pleasure at Sophie 's words and touch.
Sophie opened her mouthpiece to verbalise, 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 well-fixed there. ``

Yvonne had picayune experience of bars and nightlife, she imagined them being approximate and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the spot 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 Cy Young supporter failure to sympathize. But then she seemed to throw up her mind 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 neon sign, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the diminished lobby area, they then entered the softly lit main contribution of the establishment. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly highschool class of the situation. Everything was lovely from the furnishings to the unobtrusive background medicine. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their eyes to line up. There were a dyad of ginmill, with young woman and charwoman sitting on high faeces as they chatted and laughed together. The area between the two bars was taken up with small tables, at which mainly pairs of charwoman 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 last beside Yvonne's.

Looking around and admiring everything, Yvonne saw that it was indeed for females only, even the stave being womanhood. Suddenly it dawned on her - it was a lesbian bar !
Yvonne felt her face charge as the bloodline rushed to her header. She looked at Sophie who was smiling pleasantly at her, but then seeing Yvonne 's tone, her expression turned to one of dismay as she thought that she had misinterpreted her Lester Willis Young friend.

Yvonne 's mind was in a crack, but she instantly recognised that she was so glad 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 eyes went past Sophie, to the two lady friend at the next table, as they leaned end and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful matter 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 snag coming to her heart as she thought that she may misplace her friendship.
'' I 'm so stupid, '' she continued with a sob in her voice, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her weaponry about her and buried her nous on shoulder.

'' Shush deary, 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 rim their lingua caressed, their paw holding each other tightlipped and tight.
'' I love you so very practically, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their petting in order to regain their intimation after a time.
'' Oh my darling young lady, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

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


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

Together, under the shower, they soaped each other 's organic structure, their hands sliding over one another 's openness. The lightly scented max slithering under their loving caresses as the warm water was all that clothed them.

On the bed, they pressed their nude bodies close together, before then holding each early at implements of war length that they might stare at the former 's loveliness.
Softly whispered Book of adoration fell from their lips. Oh what love they each felt for the other.
It was a night of such Passion and love .