Almost all of my premature stories have been written for men, trying to becharm the things that they tell me they like. This story is obviously written for other women, and as such is much more true to liveliness, without the `` over the top '' crudeness and bizarre carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll like it.
Just government note that the story, more or less, contains no intimate bodily function, so if that 's what you 're looking for, then I 'd say to try elsewhere..
The only former matter before I start telling my account : I 'd take account any feedback, whether positive or negative, if you feel like taking the bother. That 's the only way that I might improve my penning.
Anyhow, to the story :


Always a popular little girl, in her former twelvemonth at school, Yvonne had tidy sum of Friend, and life was trade good. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger years of life, the fille mainly stick together and have their little radical, often tending to banish the boys, whom they regard as too pugnacious and too rowdy.
Anyhow, that 's the way it was for Yvonne, that is, until she and her protagonist reached the age of about eleven or twelve. At that time, the interest of many of her supporter became all consumed with what the boy were now doing. Likewise, some of the older boys began to take the Lapplander degree of involvement in Yvonne and her grouping of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this same great interest in the boys ; to her, they were still just as approximate and as coarse as she 'd always chance them.
Because of this divergence in their interests, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when sexual secrets where whispered between the girls, Yvonne was frequently left out of the former 's confidences.
This is not to say that Yvonne 's own puberty 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 difference in masturbation operation between herself and the other girls. While the others all had fantastic fantasies about boy or men, and imagined the sensations produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by huge hammer, with Yvonne, the sensations were just unadulterated physical delight, and no thought process 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 aid from the male child, as did her friends, but while her acquaintance all encouraged this aid, Yvonne did not, refusing all pass of confluence or nights out. Very rapidly, the male child lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as moth-eaten and stuck up. This label did n't upset her at all, in fact she welcomed the abatement in, what had initially been, their incessant attention.

Anyhow, time passed. The early miss all had boyfriends. They graduated from schooling, and largely went their branch ways into grownup life.

A benefit to Yvonne, of having had less social aliveness as she had less to do with her friends, was that her faculty member results achieved a high banner, and, on leaving school, 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 fuss and bustle of the office.
The only downside to her new world, was that once again she began to appeal the attention of men. On starting oeuvre, many of the one 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 times asked to go out on a date.
Always being friendly, 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 young man, she, on the prodding of the moment answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the whirl stopped, and she had a ready excuse for her actions.

The situation staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the brace of dozen early fair sex, she found little in common, a large number of them being married and having dissimilar sake than herself, and most of those younger ones all seemed to suffer the same submerge interest in the men of the office.
lunchtime in the dining room, seemed to segregated into tables of the married women chatting about firm, children, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; other tables consisting of the younger, flirty young lady and men ; and of course tabular array total of men loudly talking of mutant case, interspersed with snide and sleazy comment about women.
At for the first time, Yvonne was at a loss just where to fit into this selection. Briefly she sat with the immature, conflate grouping, then scared away from there she tried the marry ladies mesa, but in both instances 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 lunch period situation, she noticed that one other woman, Sophie, who was perhaps in her other thirties, always took a president over near the windows, and sat alone reading a Bible. So, making trusted that she had a good book to scan, Yvonne followed Sophie 's lead, and taking a chair, she went and also sat aside near the windows and away from the worldwide katzenjammer, and read her book. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a dainty smile, then went back to her playscript and said nothing.

After a time, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some sort of uncouth bail 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 employment confrere, but had an impalpable coolness in her manner that seemed to communicate that she would n't tolerate anything amiss. On the odd occasion though, that she had to talk to Yvonne, she would always come with a grinning, 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 vista of her work, and she felt that she had fitted in well.
It was about this time that it was announced that the faculty dining room was to be renovated and redecorated. particular organisation had been made for alternate amenities, which although a bit cramped, were adequate enough for the week or two that was foreseen to be required.
Half way through the first light of this first 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 berry store 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 elevation down, and were soon out on the busy street.
walking along, Sophie began chatting about the office 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 outside mesa of a umber shop in one of the busy pedestrian walkways of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all form of questions of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this young man of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite infer the question for just a mo, she 'd leave about the divinatory boyfriend, 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 permanents nor casuals. ``
Sophie beamed across the board, `` Ah, so it was just to stay fresh the men away, was it ! '' she said, understanding, then continued, `` yes, they can be such pests sometimes, with their undesirable aid. '' She then went on to narrate how, at her previous job, she had bought a cheap pack, and had worn it like a wedding party dance orchestra so as to deter undesirable attention from various of the men.

That afternoon, back at the place, Yvonne felt happy and slacken. 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 burnt umber workshop, but a duet of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the modest boutique habiliment 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 much really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you like to go to a movie after work ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be decent. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French moving picture on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, look at the clip. We 'll need to hurry to get back to the office. '' 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 tables, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie contract her hand to leave her from the coffee tree store. It was as if she were a child, or perhaps like a man might learn a fille 's hand. She had enjoyed the second 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 divert, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the picture palace along with the cosmopolitan gang. Out in the entrance hall 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 dainty 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 flush of joy at Sophie 's words 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 experience well-situated there. ``

Yvonne had fiddling experience of bars and nightlife, she imagined them being unsmooth and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the space that she had in nous was for ladies only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all powerful then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her Loretta Young admirer unsuccessful person to sympathise. But then she seemed to defecate 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 lowly doorway under the pink neon sign, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the pocket-sized lobby arena, they then entered the softly lit primary portion of the brass. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high gear class of the place. Everything was lovely from the furnishings to the unobtrusive screen background music. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a mo for their eyes to adjust. There were a twain of taproom, with girls and womanhood sitting on high stools as they chatted and laughed together. The arena between the two legal profession 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 table, where, rather than sit opponent, she pulled her president close beside Yvonne's.

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

Yvonne 's mind was in a twirl, 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 eyes went past Sophie, to the two girls at the next mesa, as they leaned close-fitting and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful matter to roll in the hay like that, '' Yvonne thought.

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

'' Shush deary, it was all my mistake, '' Sophie said softly and lovingly.
They looked at each former as Yvonne dabbed the corner of a hanky to her eyes. They leaned forward, Yvonne closed her eyes as their lips met, softly at first, then with parted mouth their tongues caressed, their hands holding each other closelipped and tight.
'' I love you so very much, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their hugging in order to regain their breath after a time.
'' Oh my darling girl, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

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


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

Together, under the exhibitor, they soaped each other 's bodies, their handwriting sliding over one another 's bleakness. The lightly scented soap slithering under their loving caresses as the warm piddle was all that clothed them.

On the bed, they pressed their naked consistency close together, before then holding each other at arms length that they might stare at the early 's loveliness.
Softly whispered words of worship fell from their lips. Oh what love they each felt for the other.
It was a night of such Passion and love .