Finding Her Way .


Lesbian
Almost all of my previous stories 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 true to life-time, without the `` over the top '' crudeness and bizarre carryings on.
I do go for that you 'll like it.
Just note that the fib, 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 other thing before I start telling my report : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether prescribed or negative, if you feel like taking the trouble. That 's the only way that I might improve my penning.
Anyhow, to the tale :


Always a popular young lady, in her ahead of time years at school, Yvonne had caboodle of champion, and life-time was trade good. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger years of lifetime, the girls mainly stick together and throw their little group, often tending to shun the male child, whom they regard as too rough and too rowdy.
Anyhow, that 's the way it was for Yvonne, that is, until she and her friend reached the age of about eleven or twelve. At that time, the involvement of many of her Friend became all consumed with what the son were now doing. Likewise, some of the older boys began to take the Lapplander grade of pastime in Yvonne and her mathematical group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this same heavy interest in the boys ; to her, they were still just as crude and as coarse as she 'd always ground them.
Because of this divergence in their interests, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when sexual secrets where whispered between the daughter, 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 dark, masturbating and enjoying the wonderful spirit that she was able to produce in her body.

Even so though, there was a basic difference of opinion in masturbation procedures between herself and the other girls. While the others all had fantastic fantasies about boys or men, and imagined the sensory faculty produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by vast cocks, with Yvonne, the sensations were just double-dyed physical 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 care from the boys, as did her friends, but while her acquaintance all encouraged this attention, Yvonne did not, refusing all offers of meetings or nights out. Very rapidly, the boy 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 hiatus in, what had initially been, their never-ending attention.

Anyhow, prison term passed. The other girls all had swain. They graduated from school, and largely went their freestanding ways into grownup life.

A benefit to Yvonne, of having had less social animation as she had less to do with her friends, was that her donnish results achieved a high standard, and, on leaving school, she found that she was able to obtain an excellent job in the city.
workings lifetime was a entirely new Earth to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new occupation and lifestyle, and enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the office.
The exclusively downside to her new world, was that once again she began to pull the attention of men. On starting work, many of the single men that she worked with, and even one or two of the conjoin men as well, took great interest group in her, and she was many times asked to go out on a date.
Always being friendly, but nevertheless firmly declining these offer, the unwanted attention lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent boyfriend, she, on the prodding of the moment answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the offers stopped, and she had a make excuse for her actions.

The position staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the brace of dozen other women, she found little in common, a big number of them being married and having different pastime than herself, and about of those untested 1 all seemed to have the same deluge interestingness in the men of the office.
Lunchtime in the dining room, seemed to segregated into table of the married women chatting about planetary house, children, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; early tables consisting of the untried, flirty girlfriend and men ; and of course table full of men loudly talking of sports events, interspersed with snide and sleazy remark about women.
At outset, Yvonne was at a loss just where to fit into this survival of the fittest. Briefly she sat with the younger, integrate groups, then scared away from there she tried the married ladies board, but in both instances she found that she had no sake in their conversations, and had zippo to add to the talk.
After a calendar week or two of not enjoying these lunch period billet, she noticed that one other woman, Sophie, who was perhaps in her early thirties, always took a president over near the Windows, and sat alone reading a book. So, making sure that she had a good book to register, Yvonne followed Sophie 's lead, and taking a chair, she went and also sat aside near the windows and away from the superior general brouhaha, 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 form of common bond. Yvonne noted that in the ecumenical running of the part, Sophie was always polite and efficient in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly enough to her study colleagues, but had an intangible coolness in her way that seemed to pass that she would n't suffer anything haywire. On the odd occasions though, that she had to verbalize to Yvonne, she would always come 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 employment. Everyone seemed friendly and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some aspect of her body of 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 replacement amenities, which although a bit hamper, were fair to middling enough for the week or two that was foreseen to be required.
Half way through the dayspring of this for the first time day of redevelopment, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her usual lovely smile. `` 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 shop and have a muffin and coffee tree, or something. ``
'' Oh yes, that would be courteous, '' Yvonne replied with a beaming smile.

lunchtime came and Sophie and Yvonne took the lift down, and were soon out on the busy street.
walk along, Sophie began chatting about the office and several things, completely shedding the usual reserve of her bureau manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the outdoor tables of a deep brown shop in one of the busybodied pedestrian paseo of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all sorts of inquiry of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this young man of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite read the question for just a moment, she 'd forgotten about the supposed boyfriend, then realising, she laughed. `` No, I just said that, I have n't really. ``
'' plentifulness of casuals, I suppose ? '' Sophie persisted.
'' No, '' Yvonne laughed, `` neither permanents 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 pests sometimes, with their unwanted attentions. '' She then went on to enjoin how, at her previous job, she had bought a cheap ring, and had worn it like a wedding ceremony band so as to deter unwanted attentions from several of the men.

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

All of that calendar week, the pair went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the chocolate workshop, but a couple of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the small 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 a good deal really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you care to go to a movie after work ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French motion-picture show on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, tone at the prison term. We 'll necessitate to travel rapidly to get back to the berth. '' Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder. `` ejaculate on, '' and taking Yvonne 's hand, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of people and board, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie take in her hand to lead her from the coffee workshop. It was as if she were a nipper, or perhaps like a man might take a girl 's hired man. She had enjoyed the minute of intimate physical impinging 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 cinema along with the general crew. Out in the foyer they laughed together as they recounted certain scenes.
'' What now ? '' Sophie smiled, as the crew 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 habitation yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's handwriting and gave it a illume squeeze.
Yvonne felt a prime of delight at Sophie 's Word of God and touch.
Sophie opened her mouth to verbalise, uttering just a duo 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 advise going to a bar that I know of, but perhaps you might n't sense comfortable there. ``

Yvonne had footling 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 right hand then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her young friends unsuccessful person to understand. But then she seemed to make up her intellect and they went off gaily, laughing as they went.

'' Here we are, '' Sophie said as she took Yvonne 's paw and led her through the belittled room access under the pink neon sign, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the belittled lobby area, they then entered the softly lit main function of the establishment. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high gear family of the place. Everything was lovely from the furnishings to the unnoticeable background music. The light was quite subdued, and it took a second for their eyes to adjust. There were a couple of bars, with girls and woman sitting on high up stools as they chatted and laughed together. The orbit between the two legal community was taken up with little tables, at which mainly pairs of women sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's hand, and she led the way to an unoccupied tabular array, where, rather than sit opposite, she pulled her electric chair close beside Yvonne's.

Looking around and admiring everything, Yvonne saw that it was indeed for female only, even the staff being women. Suddenly it dawned on her - it was a lesbian bar !
Yvonne felt her look prime as the roue rushed to her head. She looked at Sophie who was smiling pleasantly at her, but then seeing Yvonne 's looking, her facial expression turned to one of dismay 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 misunderstanding my bringing you here. ``
Yvonne 's eyes went past Sophie, to the two little girl at the next board, as they leaned finish and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful thing to be intimate like that, '' Yvonne thought.

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

'' Shush ducky, it was all my fault, '' Sophie said softly and lovingly.
They looked at each former as Yvonne dabbed the corner of a hankie to her eyes. They leaned forward, Yvonne closed her optic as their lips met, softly at first, then with parted lips their tongues caressed, their manpower holding each other closemouthed and tight.
'' I love you so very a great deal, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their kissing in order to regain their breather after a time.
'' Oh my darling young woman, 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 hands from one another, and could not hold on their lips apart.

Together, under the shower, they soaped each other 's bodies, their hired man 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 defenseless bodies close together, before then holding each former at arms 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 warmth and love .
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