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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Four {Bradley Stoke}{FF MF}
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Emma
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Resume of whole novel
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Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working 
as she does for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is 
she a stranger to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, 
in almost every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story 
of how she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


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Previously
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Emma and Harriett discover the pleasures of each other's bodies, 
to the acute discomfort of Charlotte who is in love with Emma.



Chapter Four
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Although Charlotte considered herself to be essentially a 
lesbian, this didn't mean that she didn't enjoy male company. 
Indeed, it flattered her when men showed interest in her. So it 
wasn't too surprising that after a little persuading from her 
colleague, Jonathan, Charlotte invited him to visit for dinner. 
Jonathan was quite a shy young man, who however thought he 
saw a kindred spirit in Charlotte who worked opposite him in the 
Approvals section of the department. 

Jonathan was quite prepared to see Emma naked when he 
arrived. And there, just as Charlotte had warned, was Emma 
seated in front of a television watching a video showing men 
making love to other men. Not his kind of film, but Jonathan had 
been warned of the nature of the research Emma was 
undertaking so he was less surprised than he might otherwise 
have been. Another girl was also watching television who 
Charlotte introduced as Harriett. Charlotte was herself rather 
surprised to find Harriett was also not wearing any clothes 
except for what was perhaps the bottom of a swimming 
costume. However, Charlotte made no comment as she usually 
wore less than that, but she nonetheless felt an acute pang of 
jealousy. 

Emma and Harriett were very civil to Jonathan and asked him 
questions about his work and what Charlotte was like to work 
with, while the hostess in the meantime was busy in the kitchen 
preparing a meal for the four of them. Jonathan occasionally 
popped into the kitchen to pass a few words with her. "Your 
friends seem very affectionate towards you," he commented. 

"Affectionate?" wondered Charlotte as she put the potatoes into 
the oven. 

"Well fond of you," he laughed. "Actually," he commented, "it is 
a bit disconcerting your friends not wearing clothes. I don't know 
where to look." 

"Just be discreet," advised Charlotte, wondering how 
disconcerted Jonathan would be in a normally naturist 
household. 

The meal was a success. Charlotte was delighted by the praise 
her cooking got from Emma and Harriet. "You ought to have 
friends round more often," smiled Emma holding Charlotte's 
hand tightly in hers. Charlotte felt a sudden flush of affection for 
Emma, but with Jonathan and Harriett there she couldn't kiss 
her as she wanted to, but she reciprocated Emma's squeeze 
and smiled back affectionately. 

"Don't worry about the washing up," volunteered Harriett when 
the last of the bottle of wine was drunk and the cheese board 
was bare. Charlotte smiled, and Jonathan regarded her 
longingly. Experience told Charlotte what the look meant, and 
she had no intention of disappointing him. Indeed, while Emma 
and Harriett settled in the kitchen to wash and dry up, Charlotte 
took Jonathan to her room to consummate the evening. 

Knowing how shy Jonathan was, and in any case itching from 
the unaccustomed feel of clothes in the flat (which was always 
kept warm for Emma's benefit), Charlotte took the incentive in 
taking off her clothes. It took little more persuasion for Jonathan 
to undress and for her to take his throbbing member into her 
palm to hasten the process. His penis trembled excitedly in her 
hand, but she didn't want it spurting wasted all over the carpet. 
She took her hand away from there, and massaged and pecked 
Jonathan about the face, chest and upper thighs. It took all 
Charlotte's skill to delay the time when the two fell onto the bed 
and for Jonathan to hump away on top of her. 

Charlotte always found sex with men slightly amusing - she 
could never find it disgusting as she was sure lesbians should 
do. And she also found it very exciting. As Emma had often 
commented, when Charlotte got very excited she got carried 
away and would soon be screaming with ecstasy. Perhaps it 
was the wine, perhaps it was Jonathan or perhaps it was the 
warm feeling of affection that she'd got from Emma, but she felt 
exceptionally passionate today. As she screamed out while 
Jonathan hammered away, his tongue in her ear and 
Charlotte's legs wrapped around his waist, she knew that it 
might disturb the neighbours let alone be audible to Emma and 
Harriett, but she didn't care. 

After an hour or so, Charlotte was quite exhausted, so she 
wandered naked out of her bedroom to the kitchen to get some 
beers out of the refrigerator. Both of them were now very hot 
and sticky - rivulets of perspiration running down their faces 
and shining on their bellies. Emma was already in the kitchen 
making some sandwiches for the following day. Charlotte was a 
little embarrassed to encounter Emma with the smell of sex 
emanating so strongly from her. The hairs of her vagina were a 
soggy mess and she felt a drip of semen flow slowly out from 
her vagina and down the inside of her thigh. Unthinkingly, she 
glanced down at it and when she looked up she could see that 
Emma's eyes had also been drawn there. 

"I can see you and your friend are having a very pleasant time," 
remarked Emma kindly. "He is staying the night isn't he?" 

"Well, if he wants to," Charlotte replied. Emma smiled and leant 
over slightly to kiss Emma on the face. Charlotte responded by 
grabbing Emma around the shoulders and showering kisses on 
her face and squeezing her against her sweaty front. Emma 
gently pushed Charlotte off. 

"Don't be silly, Charlotte," she admonished. 

Charlotte felt even more aroused after her encounter with 
Emma and in the ensuing lovemaking with Jonathan it was 
Emma who was foremost in Charlotte's thoughts as Jonathan 
thrust away. Charlotte forced Jonathan to enter her from other 
positions - including from behind (but not, despite Jonathan's 
entreaties, into the anus). Charlotte's screams and cries echoed 
into the night and soon there was no more to do than lie back 
and recover. Charlotte's crotch ached from the battering it had 
taken but it was a pleasant ache that reminded her of all her 
recent pleasure. She studied Jonathan's shrivelled penis which 
was still moist and shiny if no longer so very appealing. 
Charlotte tenderly kissed it and stroked Jonathan's testicles, but 
carefully so as not to wake him up. He was a nice boy, 
Charlotte felt, but her first love was always Emma. Just the 
thought of her hug with Emma filled Charlotte with enormous 
desire. 

This aching passion for Emma compelled Charlotte to push 
open the door leading to Emma's room. She often did this to 
relish Emma sleeping peacefully in her bed. Sometimes, 
Charlotte would sit for hours by Emma as she slept just to feel 
the pleasure of her closeness and the sound of her breath. She 
loved the cherubic expression on Emma's face as she 
breathed. She loved the opportunity to study what she could 
see of Emma's naked body, without being accused of 
voyeurism. The wonderful breasts, that slender waist, the hair 
that fanned out over the sheets and tangled in her nipple. 

Emma wasn't in bed, nor did it look like the sheets were 
disturbed. A little alarmed, Charlotte wandered through Emma's 
bedroom and then around the living room and kitchen. No sign 
of her there. But she could hear a little giggle. Charlotte started. 
Nothing! And then again, just a little louder followed by a tiny 
shriek. It was coming from Harriett's bedroom. 

Harriett often had lovers staying the night, so this wasn't 
unusual - but with Emma not in her bed, Charlotte feared the 
worst as she softly pushed open Harriett's bedroom door. The 
walls of Harriett's room were covered with posters of sporting 
heroes and heroines, and it was these that Charlotte first saw 
as her eyes became accustomed to the light shining in from the 
street lamp through the window. Then, as she feared, she saw 
Emma and Harriett together in bed kissing and cuddling each 
other. No! Charlotte corrected herself. It was Harriett 
spreadeagled, arse towards the door with Emma underneath 
busily tonguing her vagina. Charlotte gasped. 

Emma looked up, startled. "Oh, it's you!" she said, sounding not 
too pleased. "What do you want?" 

"I ... I ... just wondered why you weren't in your bed." 

"Who could possibly sleep with you and Jonathan making so 
much noise in the room next door?"

"But ... but..." Charlotte gasped, the few remaining tatters of her 
dream that Emma was in truth reserved for her flying and 
scattering as Harriett and Emma readjusted themselves to face 
her, both naked, both sweaty, both with the hair on the head 
and below bedraggled and ragged, neither looking too amused. 

"Charlotte," said Harriett reasonably. "What Emma and I do is 
not your business - and besides you're clearly having quite a 
fun time with your boyfriend." 

"It's not the ... not the same," Charlotte stuttered on the edge of 
tears. 

"It is," Harriett insisted. 

"No, it isn't," contradicted Emma. "You're having sex with a boy. 
I'm merely being affectionate with a friend. You have nothing to 
be jealous about. So go to bed." 

Charlotte sighed. She wouldn't be able to resolve this by crying. 
She smiled sadly and defeated as she eased Harriett's door 
shut. 

"Good night," called one of Harriett or Emma as she left. 

"Good night," mumbled Charlotte as she returned to her bed 
which, with Jonathan in it, seemed too crowded and even 
uninviting now.




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