Almost all of my previous stories have been written for men, trying to enamour the things that they tell me they like. This story is obviously written for other women, and as such is much more true to living, without the `` over the top '' crudeness and bizarre carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll like it.
Just note that the story, 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 affair before I start telling my write up : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether prescribed or minus, if you feel like taking the bother. That 's the only way that I might ameliorate my writing.
Anyhow, to the narrative :


Always a popular girl, in her early yr at schoolhouse, Yvonne had lots of friends, and life was full. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger years of sprightliness, the fille mainly stick together and accept their minuscule mathematical 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 friends reached the age of about eleven or twelve. At that meter, the interest of many of her champion became all consumed with what the male child were now doing. Likewise, some of the honest-to-god boy began to take the same arcdegree of involvement in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't plowshare this same great interest in the son ; to her, they were still just as rocky and as coarse as she 'd always found them.
Because of this divergence in their stake, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when intimate closed book where whispered between the young woman, 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 feel that she was able to produce in her body.

Even so though, there was a basic difference in masturbation procedures between herself and the other girls. While the others all had fantastic fantasy about son or men, and imagined the star produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by huge cock, with Yvonne, the sensations were just pure physical delight, and no thought 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 boys, as did her champion, but while her friends all encouraged this care, Yvonne did not, refusing all go of merging 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 disconcert her at all, in fact she welcomed the abatement in, what had initially been, their constant attention.

Anyhow, clock time passed. The other girls all had fellow. They graduated from school, and largely went their secern ways into grownup life.

A benefit to Yvonne, of having had less social life as she had LE to do with her friends, was that her academic upshot achieved a high-pitched monetary standard, and, on leaving school day, she found that she was able-bodied 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 hustle and bustle of the office.
The lonesome downside to her new cosmos, was that once again she began to attract 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 peachy interest 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 unwanted care lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent boyfriend, she, on the spur of the moment answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the crack stopped, and she had a set excuse for her actions.

The agency faculty, whom she worked with, were mostly Male, and of the couple of dozen former women, she found little in commons, a large number of them being married and having different stake than herself, and near of those unseasoned ones all seemed to have the same overwhelming interest 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 ; other tabular array consisting of the new, flirty young woman and men ; and of course tables wide-cut of men loudly talking of mutant consequence, interspersed with snide and punk remark about women.
At first off, Yvonne was at a red ink just where to fit into this choice. Briefly she sat with the younger, mixed groups, then scared away from there she tried the get hitched with dame board, but in both representative she found that she had no interest group 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 early cleaning lady, Sophie, who was perhaps in her former thirties, always took a death chair over near the windows, and sat alone reading a Christian Bible. So, making for certain that she had a good book to say, Yvonne followed Sophie 's leash, and taking a chair, she went and also sat aside near the Windows and away from the general uproar, and read her ledger. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a nice smiling, then went back to her book and said nothing.

After a metre, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some sorting of common bail. Yvonne noted that in the general running of the office, Sophie was always polite and efficient in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly decent to her work workfellow, but had an intangible frigidness in her manner that seemed to communicate that she would n't digest anything haywire. On the odd social function though, that she had to tattle to Yvonne, she would always fall 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 facet 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 elbow room was to be renovated and redecorated. Special arrangements 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.
one-half way through the morning of this first day of overhaul, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her usual 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 tree store and have a gem and coffee bean, 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 busy street.
Walking along, Sophie began chatting about the office and various thing, completely shedding the usual substitute of her office manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the outside tabular array of a coffee shop in one of the interfering prosy walkway of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all kind of doubtfulness of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this young man of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite understand the question for just a moment, she 'd leave 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 board, `` 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 care. '' She then went on to tell apart how, at her previous job, she had bought a tacky annulus, and had worn it like a wedding stria so as to deter undesirable attentions from several of the men.

That afternoon, back at the situation, Yvonne felt happy and unstrain. It had been such a pleasant lunch period spent with Sophie.

All of that week, the twain went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the coffee shop, but a couple of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the minuscule boutique clothing stores. It was all so very pleasant for the both of them.

On the Fri, when sitting chatting over lunch, Sophie asked what Yvonne had planned for the weekend. `` Oh zippo much really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you like to go to a flick after piece of work ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French moving picture on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, look at the time. We 'll need to hurry to get back to the office. '' Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder. `` Come on, '' and taking Yvonne 's script, 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 take her hand to lead her from the coffee shop. It was as if she were a child, or perhaps like a man might take a girl 's hand. She had enjoyed the moment of internal physical link though. But it had been very brief, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The movie was so funny, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the picture palace along with the world-wide crowd. Out in the foyer they laughed together as they recounted sealed scenes.
'' What now ? '' Sophie smiled, as the bunch dispersed and they too made their way out into the street. `` It 's so squeamish being with you that I do n't desire to go home yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's hand and gave it a scant squeeze.
Yvonne felt a charge of pleasure at Sophie 's words and touch.
Sophie opened her oral fissure to speak, uttering just a distich 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 petty experience of legal profession 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 thinker was for ladies only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all in good order then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her youthful friends failure to understand. But then she seemed to make up her judgment 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 small entrance hall surface area, they then entered the softly lit main role of the formation. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high class of the topographic point. Everything was lovely from the furnishings to the unobtrusive background music. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their centre to adjust. There were a couple of prevention, with female child and women sitting on high stools as they chatted and laughed together. The area between the two parallel bars was taken up with small board, at which mainly pairs of woman sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's hired man, and she led the way to an unoccupied mesa, where, rather than sit opposition, she pulled her chair closing beside Yvonne's.

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

Yvonne 's brain 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 preceding Sophie, to the two young lady at the following table, as they leaned close 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 right, really Sophie, '' Yvonne almost pleaded, with tears coming to her middle as she thought that she may recede her friendship.
'' I 'm so stupid, '' she continued with a sob in her part, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her blazonry about her and buried her head on shoulder.

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

They ordered potable, 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 keep their rim apart.

Together, under the exhibitor, they soaped each early 's bodies, their hands sliding over one another 's openness. The lightly scented soap slithering under their loving caresses as the tender urine was all that clothed them.

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