Almost all of my previous history have been written for men, trying to capture the thing that they tell me they like. This news report is obviously written for other women, and as such is much more honest to life, without the `` over the top '' crudeness and bizarre carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll like it.
Just bank bill that the narration, more or less, contains no sexual activity, 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 fib : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether prescribed or veto, if you feel like taking the trouble. That 's the only way that I might improve my piece of writing.
Anyhow, to the story :


Always a popular fille, in her betimes year at school, Yvonne had good deal of supporter, and life was good. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger years of life, the young lady mainly stick together and have their footling groups, often tending to shun the boys, 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 prison term, the interest group of many of her ally became all consumed with what the son were now doing. Likewise, some of the older boys began to take the same point of interest in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this Saame bully sake in the male child ; to her, they were still just as rough and as coarse as she 'd always feel them.
Because of this divergence in their interestingness, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when intimate secrets where whispered between the daughter, 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 time of day in bed, of a Night, masturbating and enjoying the grand feelings that she was able-bodied to produce in her body.

eventide so though, there was a staple departure in onanism procedures between herself and the other lady friend. While the others all had tremendous phantasy about son or men, and imagined the star produced by onanism to be that of being fucked by huge hammer, with Yvonne, the sense impression were just pure physical pleasure, and no opinion 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 tending from the boy, as did her admirer, but while her friends all encouraged this attention, Yvonne did not, refusing all crack of meetings or nights out. Very rapidly, the boys lost interest in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as cold and stuck up. This label did n't upset her at all, in fact she welcomed the hiatus in, what had initially been, their constant attention.

Anyhow, meter passed. The former fille all had boyfriend. They graduated from school, and largely went their separate ways into adult life.

A benefit to Yvonne, of having had less societal liveliness as she had LE to do with her friends, was that her academic solvent achieved a high standard, and, on leaving school, she found that she was able to incur an excellent job in the city.
Working lifespan was a whole new Earth to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new military control and life style, and enjoyed the ado and bustle of the office.
The entirely downside to her new Earth, was that once again she began to attract the tending 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 great 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 attention lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a permanent boyfriend, she, on the goad of the consequence answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the whirl stopped, and she had a prepare excuse for her actions.

The position staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male person, and of the couple of dozen other women, she found little in common, a gravid numeral of them being married and having unlike interests than herself, and most of those younger I all seemed to have the same overwhelming interest in the men of the office.
lunchtime in the dining room, seemed to segregated into tables of the get hitched with woman chatting about sign of the zodiac, nipper, what they were cooking for dinner party, etc ; other table consisting of the younger, flirty young lady and men ; and of course tables total of men loudly talking of athletics events, interspersed with snide and sleazy remark about women.
At first, Yvonne was at a exit just where to fit into this selection. Briefly she sat with the younger, mingle grouping, then scared away from there she tried the wed peeress tables, but in both instances 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 billet, she noticed that one other cleaning woman, Sophie, who was perhaps in her former thirties, always took a chair over near the window, and sat alone reading a book. So, making sure that she had a good record 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 ecumenical katzenjammer, and read her record. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a skillful 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 sort of common bond. Yvonne noted that in the cosmopolitan running of the post, Sophie was always civilized and efficient in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly enough to her employment confrere, but had an impalpable coolness in her manner that seemed to pass along that she would n't tolerate anything amiss. On the odd affair though, that she had to talk 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 body of work. Everyone seemed friendly and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some look 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. limited arrangements had been made for flip-flop amenity, which although a bit strangle, were adequate enough for the hebdomad or two that was foreseen to be required.
Half way through the morning of this first day of renovation, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her common lovely smile. `` It 's going to be so cramped at lunch period, '' she said, `` would you like to walk around the shops instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a coffee bean shop 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 occupy 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 outdoor tables of a coffee shop in one of the meddlesome prosy walk of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all sorts of questions of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this swain of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite sympathize 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. ``
'' Plenty of casuals, I suppose ? '' Sophie persisted.
'' No, '' Yvonne laughed, `` neither permanents nor casuals. ``
Sophie beamed across the table, `` Ah, so it was just to keep 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 chintzy annulus, and had worn it like a hymeneals band so as to discourage unwanted attention from various of the men.

That afternoon, back at the bureau, 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 store, but a duad of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the humble dress shop wear 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 nothing much really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you like to go to a movie after oeuvre ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French movie on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, facial expression at the time. We 'll call for to hurry to get back to the power. '' 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 tangle of people and tabular array, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it strange having Sophie hold her script to go her from the coffee shop. It was as if she were a tyke, or perhaps like a man might take a lady friend 's hired man. She had enjoyed the minute of intimate forcible striking though. But it had been very abbreviated, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The moving-picture show was so risible, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the cinema along with the general crowd. Out in the lobby they laughed together as they recounted certain scenes.
'' What now ? '' Sophie smiled, as the bunch 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 calorie-free squeeze.
Yvonne felt a flush of pleasance at Sophie 's wrangle and touch.
Sophie opened her sassing to speak, uttering just a couplet 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 comfortable there. ``

Yvonne had little experience of ginmill and nightlife, she imagined them being jolty and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the situation that she had in mind was for noblewoman only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all right then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her young friend nonstarter to understand. But then she seemed to realize 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 atomic number 10 star sign, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the small lobby area, they then entered the softly lit briny piece of the institution. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high division of the place. Everything was lovely from the furnishings to the unobtrusive background music. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their oculus to set. There were a couplet of stripe, with girls and fair sex sitting on high up crapper as they chatted and laughed together. The sphere between the two bars was taken up with minuscule tabular array, at which mainly pairs of women sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's mitt, and she led the way to an unoccupied 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 female only, even the staff being women. Suddenly it dawned on her - it was a sapphic bar !
Yvonne felt her face flush as the blood rushed to her fountainhead. She looked at Sophie who was smiling pleasantly at her, but then seeing Yvonne 's flavour, her expression turned to one of alarm 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 mistake my delivery you here. ``
Yvonne 's eyes went past tense Sophie, to the two miss at the next table, as they leaned airless and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful thing 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 optic as she thought that she may lose her friendship.
'' I 'm so stupid, '' she continued with a sob in her vox, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her weapon about her and buried her psyche on shoulder.

'' Shush darling, it was all my fault, '' Sophie said softly and lovingly.
They looked at each other as Yvonne dabbed the street corner of a handkerchief to her center. 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 confining and tight.
'' I love you so very practically, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their kissing in ordering to recover their breath after a time.
'' Oh my darling girl, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

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


Later, at Sophie 's apartment, they could n't keep their hired man from one another, and could not sustain their brim apart.

Together, under the rain shower, they soaped each other 's bodies, their hands sliding over one another 's bleakness. 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 bodies close together, before then holding each early at arms length that they might gaze at the other 's loveliness.
Softly whispered words of idolization fell from their rim. Oh what love they each felt for the early.
It was a dark of such rage and love .