Almost all of my previous narration have been written for men, trying to capture the thing that they tell me they like. This story is obviously written for other women, and as such is much more true to life, without the `` over the top '' primitivism and bizarre carryings on.
I do desire that you 'll like it.
Just musical note that the story, 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 matter before I start telling my report : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether cocksure or negative, if you feel like taking the trouble. That 's the only way that I might improve my written material.
Anyhow, to the story :


Always a democratic girl, in her betimes old age at school day, Yvonne had stack of friends, and life was good. But then, that 's how it generally is in the young years of life, the young lady mainly stick together and have their little groups, often tending to shun the boys, whom they regard as too rasping 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 metre, the interest of many of her protagonist became all consumed with what the male child were now doing. Likewise, some of the older boys began to take the same arcdegree of interest in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this Same great interest group in the boys ; to her, they were still just as approximative and as coarse as she 'd always set up them.
Because of this difference in their interests, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when intimate enigma where whispered between the girls, Yvonne was frequently left out of the other '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 capable to get in her physical structure.

eventide so though, there was a basic conflict in onanism subroutine between herself and the other girls. While the others all had fantastic fantasies about boys or men, and imagined the sensations produced by onanism to be that of being fucked by huge cocks, with Yvonne, the sensations were just pure strong-arm pleasure, and no thought of men ever entered her head.

One matter that needs to be noted, was that Yvonne initially received at to the lowest degree as much attending from the male child, as did her Quaker, but while her supporter all encouraged this care, Yvonne did not, refusing all crack of group meeting or nights out. Very rapidly, the son lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as moth-eaten and stuck up. This label did n't discomfit her at all, in fact she welcomed the abatement in, what had initially been, their constant attention.

Anyhow, time passed. The early girls all had boyfriends. They graduated from schooltime, and largely went their secernate manner into adult life.

A welfare to Yvonne, of having had less social life as she had LE to do with her friend, was that her academic solution achieved a mellow standard, and, on leaving school, she found that she was able-bodied to get an splendid job in the city.
Working living was a unhurt new world to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new occupation and lifestyle, and enjoyed the fuss and fuss of the office.
The only downside to her new cosmos, was that once again she began to pull the attention of men. On starting work, many of the ace men that she worked with, and even one or two of the married men as well, took large 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 unwanted attention lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent boyfriend, she, on the spur track of the moment answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the go stopped, and she had a set excuse for her actions.

The office stave, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the match of XII other fair sex, she found little in vulgar, a large number of them being married and having unlike interestingness than herself, and virtually of those younger I all seemed to have the same overwhelming stake in the men of the office.
Lunchtime in the dining room, seemed to segregated into tabular array of the married char chatting about houses, children, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; other board consisting of the untested, flirty girls and men ; and of course mesa full of men loudly talking of summercater events, interspersed with snide and sleazy remarks about women.
At foremost, Yvonne was at a deprivation just where to fit into this selection. Briefly she sat with the younger, mixed chemical group, then scared away from there she tried the marital ladies table, but in both instances she found that she had no interest in their conversations, and had cypher 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 thirties, always took a chairperson over near the window, and sat alone reading a book. So, making certainly that she had a good ledger to read, Yvonne followed Sophie 's spark advance, and taking a president, she went and also sat aside near the windowpane and away from the full general uproar, and read her book. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a prissy grinning, then went back to her Christian Bible and said nothing.

After a time, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some kind of common bond. Yvonne noted that in the oecumenical run of the billet, Sophie was always polite and effective in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly sufficiency to her work colleagues, but had an nonphysical coolness in her manner that seemed to intercommunicate that she would n't tolerate anything amiss. On the odd juncture though, that she had to talk to Yvonne, she would always total with a smiling, something that Yvonne noted that no one else was privileged to receive.

Some month passed and Yvonne found that she had settled nicely into her study. Everyone seemed well-disposed and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some aspect of her piece of work, and she felt that she had fitted in well.
It was about this meter that it was announced that the staff dining room was to be renovated and redecorated. Special arranging had been made for alternate conveniences, which although a bit cramped, were adequate enough for the workweek or two that was foresee to be required.
one-half way through the morning 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 walk around the shops instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a coffee shop and have a muffin and chocolate, or something. ``
'' Oh yes, that would be nice, '' Yvonne replied with a beaming smile.

lunchtime came and Sophie and Yvonne took the face lifting down, and were soon out on the busy street.
Walking along, Sophie began chatting about the office and diverse things, completely shedding the usual reserve of her billet manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the outside tables of a coffee workshop in one of the busy pedestrian walk of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all form of doubt of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this boyfriend of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite understand the motion for just a moment, she 'd forgotten about the hypothecate swain, 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 permanent 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 attentions. '' She then went on to distinguish how, at her old 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 afternoon, back at the office, Yvonne felt happy and relaxed. It had been such a pleasant lunch period spent with Sophie.

All of that workweek, the pair went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the coffee shop, but a couple of clip wandering along the streets and looking into some of the small boutique clothing computer storage. 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 cipher a great deal really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you like to go to a movie after body of work ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be courteous. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a Gallic motion-picture show on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, face at the clock time. We 'll take to look sharp 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 hoi polloi and table, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie take her mitt to lead her from the coffee shop. It was as if she were a nestling, or perhaps like a man might lease a missy 's hand. She had enjoyed the moment of intimate forcible contact though. But it had been very legal brief, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The movie was so amuse, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the cinema along with the general crowd. Out in the foyer they laughed together as they recounted sealed 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 rest home yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's hand and gave it a Inner Light squeeze.
Yvonne felt a flush of pleasure at Sophie 's give-and-take and touch.
Sophie opened her mouth to speak, uttering just a brace 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 slight experience of stripe and nightlife, she imagined them being approximative and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the property that she had in brain was for madam only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all in good order then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her Thomas Young friends failure to understand. But then she seemed to make up her idea 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 atomic number 10 sign, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the lowly pressure group area, they then entered the softly lit chief persona of the constitution. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high class of the property. Everything was lovely from the furnishing to the unobtrusive background music. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their center to adjust. There were a duet of saloon, with girls and cleaning woman sitting on high stools as they chatted and laughed together. The country between the two Browning automatic rifle 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 contrary, she pulled her hot seat close 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 gay woman bar !
Yvonne felt her human face blossom as the blood rushed to her head. She looked at Sophie who was smiling pleasantly at her, but then seeing Yvonne 's aspect, her locution turned to one of consternation as she thought that she had misinterpreted her Pres Young friend.

Yvonne 's mind was in a swirl, but she instantly recognised that she was so well-chosen 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 delivery you here. ``
Yvonne 's center went past Sophie, to the two fille at the side by side table, as they leaned confining and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful thing to have sex 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 eyes as she thought that she may miss her friendship.
'' I 'm so stupid, '' she continued with a sob in her vocalism, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her weapon about her and buried her head on shoulder.

'' Shush darling, it was all my geological fault, '' Sophie said softly and lovingly.
They looked at each other as Yvonne dabbed the corner of a hankey to her eyes. They leaned forward, Yvonne closed her eyes as their sassing met, softly at first, then with parted lips their glossa caressed, their hands holding each early close and tight.
'' I love you so very often, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their necking in lodge to recover their breath after a time.
'' Oh my darling girlfriend, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

They ordered boozing, 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 sustain their lip apart.

Together, under the shower bath, they soaped each other 's bodies, their hands 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 naked dead body close together, before then holding each other at arms length that they might gaze at the early 's loveliness.
Softly whispered words of adoration fell from their sassing. Oh what love they each felt for the former.
It was a Nox of such rage and dearest .