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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Five {Bradley Stoke}{FFF}
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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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Charlotte discovers the truth about Emma and Harriett, but is still
very much in love with Emma.



Chapter Five
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After Charlotte's discovery of the two girls together, Harriett and 
Emma no longer made even the slightest pretence that there was 
nothing between them. Charlotte became accustomed to finding the 
couple entwined around each other in the living room and elsewhere, 
and her sense of betrayal and frustration gradually receded in the face 
of a fact that couldn't now be changed. Charlotte tried to look away 
from their activities, but her eyes still strayed towards them, although 
there was nothing too overtly sexual in their behaviour. As long as 
they just cuddle, Charlotte said to herself, I can still dream. She gazed 
longingly at Emma, but she felt constrained from even kissing or 
hugging her. Contrarily, Emma was much more affectionate towards 
Charlotte - stroking her hair, kissing her cheeks, patting her buttocks - 
but never in a way that could be construed as a sexual invitation. 

Emma was concerned that Harriett shouldn't lose sight of the 
original intention of their intimacy. "Perhaps now," she suggested, 
"we've practised enough and we should find out how you actually 
would perform in front of the camera." 

"But how would we do that?" wondered Harriett from between 
Emma's legs, a few loose hairs in her teeth. 

"I've got a video recorder and we can ask Charlotte to film us," 
suggested Emma matter-of-factly. And indeed that's what they did 
next time they saw Charlotte just as she was returning from work. She 
was just pulling off her knickers - always the last item she took off as 
to her it marked the moment she progressed from merely undressed to 
nude. It was not a welcome suggestion, but there was probably no 
favour that Emma could ask that Charlotte wouldn't perform. Even 
scorned in love, Charlotte reasoned, she could show how pure and 
unselfish her love was. She still hoped that Harriett was merely a 
phase in Emma's love life and that soon her true love would return to 
her, an altogether better candidate. 

"I've never used one before," Charlotte answered, hoping this 
could be the excuse to avoid the humiliation of filming the woman she 
loved making love to another woman. "And certainly not for 
something like that." 

"Don't be silly," said Harriett. "There's nothing to it. It's 
auto-focus. All you've got to do is point it in the right direction and 
make sure it's rolling." 

"Isn't there some art to it?" wondered Charlotte. "The right 
angles and so on." 

"We're not asking you to make an art film," Emma laughed. 
"We just want to see what Harriett's like, so that when she makes love 
with a woman professionally it all goes well. No one's going to watch 
it except Harriett and me."  

"And anyway if you think the cameramen at work are making 
art, you're sadly mistaken," laughed Harriett. "All they do is what 
we're asking you to do. Just film us making love and point the camera 
at the interesting bits." 

"The interesting bits?" 

"Don't be so na ve!" Emma exclaimed amusedly, leaning over 
and kissing Charlotte on the mouth. "I'm sure you'll have no difficulty 
in working out which they are." 

Emma and Harriett spent about an hour together in the 
bathroom to prepare for the filming, mostly soaping themselves in the 
shower  and ensuring that their bodies were clean and their pubic hairs 
shining. Emma was fascinated to find that even Harriett, with her 
athletic slim body felt she needed more than just soap to look her best 
as she adorned make-up over her nipples and around her crotch. "It 
actually looks more natural on a video," she explained, but Emma 
wasn't persuaded. Her principles of naturism were too strict to permit 
using such artifice. She did consent however to Harriett sucking and 
pulling on her nipples to ensure that they were quite erect to start with. 

Charlotte practised , in the meantime, by filming around the 
living  room and then playing the results back on the video player. It 
was very easy: technology had certainly come a long way. You just 
pointed the video recorder at something - say a chair - and it remained 
in focus as you moved towards it or away from it. Even in darkened 
parts of the room the recorder automatically widened its aperture to 
ensure that enough light entered the lens.  

"Are you ready?" wondered Emma coming out of the 
bathroom with a blow-dried crotch and a radiant expression. Charlotte 
couldn't help noticing how very stiff Emma's nipples were: they were 
normally pert but not that pert. 

Harriett suggested her own bedroom because her bed was the 
widest and there was better lighting. "And that's where I'm most 
relaxed anyway," Emma laughed. Charlotte was not amused. 

At first the exercise was very clumsy. It was very difficult for 
Emma to proceed knowing that Charlotte was filming her every move. 
She kept catching glimpses of the video recorder as it panned around 
her crotch and her breasts. Charlotte herself was thinking more of her 
own humiliation in filming the woman she loved doing the things she 
wanted to do, and finding it difficult to keep her mind on the object of 
the exercise. However, the more experienced Harriett took everything 
in command. She kept half an eye on the camera and Charlotte and 
occasionally made signs to Charlotte as to where to point the camera. 
Emma appreciated how Harriett also took command of her 
love-making. Emma admired Harriett's professionalism as she guided 
Emma's mouth down to her vagina while stroking Emma's back and 
gesturing Charlotte to film Emma's frantic tongue. The skill was not 
only that of being able to make love unselfconsciously in front of other 
people, but of also maximising the activities for their erotic televisual 
potential. 

Charlotte was able to think as she filmed that perhaps this was 
not really Emma she was filming, but just a sex star on the sex videos 
Emma was bringing into the flat. Was it real sex? she wondered. 
She'd sometimes wondered that when watching these videos. 
However, as Emma relaxed more and became more excited by the 
eroticism of the occasion,  it became evident to Charlotte that this was 
real sex. Emma emitted gasps and grunts that increased in frequency 
and were reciprocated by Harriett. "Oh God! Oh God!" she yelled 
from a sudden orgasmic shudder. Charlotte was taken aback, but she 
was herself aroused by Emma's arousal. Her thoughts focused on 
Emma and almost forgot that it was Harriett who was orchestrating the 
pleasure and whose tongue and teeth were working around Emma's 
vagina.  

Almost unconsciously, while holding the video camera in her 
right hand her left hand wandered down to her own clitoris which she 
stroked to the same rhythm of Emma's orgasmic shudders. She found 
that her own vagina was moist. Oh! if only it was me that was giving 
Emma this pleasure she sighed. 

All too soon for Emma whose body glistened with 
perspiration, they were finished, and the lovers lay on their backs in 
exhaustion. Charlotte was still filming, but on Harriett's prompting 
she had receded so that she could film the two girls together. 

"I wonder what it looks like," wondered Harriett signalling that 
Charlotte should now stop filming. As the company soon found out, it 
didn't have the gloss or sparkle associated with most television sex, 
and the video was peculiarly story-less, being just Harriett and Emma 
groping together. It was almost an emetic experience for Charlotte to 
see the two girls together again just as she had seen them earlier 
through the camera lens. 

"What do you think of our performance?" Emma asked 
Charlotte kindly as the action showed Emma's finger working in and 
out of Harriet's anus. 

"I don't think I know what to say," said Charlotte truthfully. 

"I still need practice," Harriett stated forcefully. "There's quite 
a few things I'm just not happy about. Not," she added, smiling at 
Emma, "in terms of your performance, but my own. I think we'll have 
to repeat the exercise again." 

Charlotte sighed inaudibly. She knew what Harriett's statement 
meant for her. However, she watched the rest of the video with the two 
lovers. After a while both Emma and Harriett were stroking and 
rubbing their vaginas - and remembering her own excitement while 
filming Charlotte did the same thing. But she wasn't arousing herself 
at all. She was wondering if she could bear to stay and watch the rest 
of the video, when she heard a sharp gasp. 

Was it that part of the video already? wondered Charlotte 
watching again as Harriett's mouth worked around Emma's breasts 
which was held up in offering. No, it wasn't - she was sure - the video 
hadn't even got to the bit when Harriett had put almost all of her 
tongue into Emma's vagina. She turned her head to look at Emma and 
Harriett, and saw that they had started making love to each other 
again. 

Charlotte was then in a dilemma, which she could not 
reconcile. For the rest of the space of the video she had the choice of 
watching Emma and Harriett making love in the flesh or review them 
again on video. Eventually, she decided that the only thing she could 
was leave. She went to her own bedroom and slumped on her bed. 
Away from Emma and Harriett she was now able to imagine herself 
making love to Emma and that she was the recipient of Emma's 
affection. And in this way she furiously masturbated herself and was 
eventually sufficiently exhausted to get to sleep and not reflect too 
much on her loss. 

Although Emma was becoming quite expert in making love, 
she could almost be considered to be a virgin - she had only once ever 
had full penetration sex and that was not a particularly enjoyable 
experience. In fact it had so upset Emma that she had lost interest in 
making love altogether: but as a result of her experiments with 
Harriett she felt sure that the time had come when she could lose her 
virginity in a more meaningful way. 

Charlotte really didn't see this as a shortcoming in Emma's sex 
life, indeed she had become rather used to seeing all the variations of 
it either through the camera lens or otherwise. Indeed, Emma and 
Harriett seemed to be making love all the time now. Whereas the two 
girls had previously been a little discreet, they now showed no 
compunction in cunnilingus or mutual masturbation or other such 
sexual activities when Charlotte was around. And Harriett continued 
to insist that Charlotte film the two girls together: an activity which 
was getting more polished. The videos Charlotte was filming now 
were still technically poor and had no story content, but Emma had 
lost her initial shyness and had learnt techniques from Harriett which 
made her performance much more interesting to watch. Charlotte 
concentrated more on the technical aspects of filming, and Harriett no 
longer needed to indicate what views to take. 

Charlotte was in fact watching one of these videos when 
Emma mentioned her desire to lose her virginity. Emma and Harriett 
were still glistening with sweat after the sex in which they had just 
been indulging and a very strong post-orgasmic smell emanated from 
them. "But it's got to be done properly..." she announced. 

"Do you mean," wondered Charlotte, "that you want it 
filmed?" 

"What an interesting idea," commented Harriett. 

"No," decided Emma. "I just mean it's got to be right. You 
know, it's an important thing and I want it to be something I'll 
remember with joy." 

Charlotte's own first experience with sex hadn't really been 
that satisfactory either, so she appreciated what Emma was saying. But 
then, when you're a teenager, boys do tend to be unsubtle and clumsy. 
"What do you mean properly?. Do you mean we invite a boy round to 
fuck you?" 

"God no!" said Emma with horror. "I could only do it with 
Harriett." Charlotte inwardly sighed. "No. I mean Harriett would have 
to wear one of those artificial penises, - dildos. I'm sure it'd be fine 
that way. I don't want to be impregnated by some disgusting man. And 
anyway the mere thought of a man sticking his thing in me is enough 
to make me feel unwell." 

"But why tell me?" wondered Charlotte, who often wished that 
Emma wasn't so open about her sexual relationship. Naturism at home 
was one thing, she reasoned although there was always some sexual 
teasing in that. But watching the two girls having sex together day and 
night was entirely different. Charlotte was very nostalgic for the earlier 
days when only she and Emma wore no clothes. 

"Because, sweetest," said Emma with a very warm smile, 
"whatever Harriett is, you are my best friend. I need you to be there. 
It's very important to me." She pulled Charlotte's warm naked body to 
her own still slightly damp one and hugged her more tightly than she 
had ever done before. She showered kisses all over Charlotte's face. 
"Please say you will," she pleaded. 

Charlotte was taken aback by the affection. "But what am I to 
do?" she gasped, hoping perhaps that she might still have a sexual role 
to play. But no, all Emma wanted her to do was to hold her hand. 

Emma and Harriett arranged the day on which Emma would 
lose her virginity with some care. Harriett went out to choose a dildo 
with Charlotte from a shop that sold such things. Charlotte felt uneasy 
with Harriett these days, but Harriett was very good at reassuring her. 
She explained how much she treasured her relationship with Emma 
and how grateful she was for her affection. "She loves you too," she 
confided to Charlotte, "but she cherishes her friendship with you too 
much." 

Harriett seemed like a different woman to Charlotte when she 
was not at home and undressed. She wore shorts and sweater just as 
she used to: looking much more like a sportswoman than a television 
sex performer. Charlotte now knew all about Harriett's body and 
envied her for its athletic trim. The two girls studied the different 
dildos in the shop. There seemed to be a much wider selection of 
dimensions and designs than Charlotte had ever expected.  

"I imagine Emma will want one that looks as natural as 
possible," commented Harriett picking one up and holding it to 
Charlotte's face. "This is about standard size, isn't it?" 

It was actually significantly larger than the penises Charlotte 
generally saw, but she was aware that Harriett would always be 
meeting better endowed men in her trade than would the average 
woman. Harriett eased down her shorts and strapped the dildo on over 
her knickers. "What do you think?" she wondered, spinning round 
with the dildo looking almost like the real thing. 

"I'm sure it'll do the job," commented Charlotte, and indeed it 
was the one chosen. 

The day came and the three girls arranged themselves in 
Emma's room (which was not the usual place for making love). Emma 
lay on her back and supported her head and shoulders in Charlotte's 
lap. Charlotte supported her shoulders and felt a warm sexual tingle as 
she felt Emma's naked skin on her crotch and thighs. Oh! if only it 
was me and not Harriett, she said to herself, as Harriett, dildo strapped 
around her otherwise naked body, lubricated Emma's vagina with her 
tongue and fingers. 

Harriett spent what seemed to Charlotte from her experience of 
men an unusually long time stimulating Emma, occasionally stopping 
to look up at Emma to gauge her expression. Emma looked lovingly 
down at Harriett and sometimes gazed up at Charlotte. Charlotte could 
see that Emma was a little nervous so she gave as reassuring a smile as 
she could. 

Eventually, Harriett assessed that Emma was ready. She 
seemed more than ready to Charlotte who felt the shuddering in 
Emma's shoulders and the whiplash of her hair as it was thrown about 
in ecstasy. Harriett eased the dildo into Emma's cunt and the reaction 
was almost immediate. "Ohhh! Godd! Go-o-oddd! Uuooaahh!" cried 
out Emma, shaking herself ecstatically. She grasped Charlotte's hand 
and squeezed it as if her life depended on it while gasping out. Then 
she screamed out in an aural ejaculation that frightened Charlotte. 

Emma held tightly onto Harriett who rhythmically and rather 
slowly thrust her crotch back and forth. Charlotte eased herself back as 
she was worried about getting hit by Emma's frantically energetic 
body. She watched as the two girls rolled around as close together as 
they could joined by a phallic length of plastic. She noticed that 
Harriett gradually sped up the thrusting, and Emma's response became 
faster and more urgent.  She's playing Emma's body like a musical 
instrument, thought Charlotte. And then she thought that Harriett was 
doing very well considering, as she had told her when they were 
choosing the dildo, that this was the first time for her as well in this 
role. 

Eventually, and not a moment too soon for Charlotte who was 
frankly rather bored, the two girls finished and Harriett eased the dildo 
out from Emma's vagina. 

"You're not a virgin anymore," commented Charlotte dryly. 

Emma gazed at Charlotte through the damp hair plastered to 
her sweaty forehead. Hers was the sweetest face Charlotte had ever 
seen, and quite suddenly Charlotte's heart broke. She burst into silent 
tears in the aura of Emma's post-orgasmic ecstasy and satisfaction. 
Emma smiled and let Charlotte take her body and stroke it with a 
freedom that had never been allowed before. She even managed to 
stroke Emma's pubic hairs, but Emma guarded her clitoris from her 
attention. Harriett also lay back exhausted. It was difficult for 
Charlotte to assess what Harriett's pleasure had been, but there was a 
smile on her face. 

"You were wonderful!" suddenly exclaimed Emma falling on 
top of Harriett and kissing her again. She wept from passionate love 
for Harriett. Charlotte felt very embarrassed, but it didn't surprise her 
at all when Emma and Harriett recommenced their love-making. 
Charlotte silently detached herself from their company and settled in 
her bed where she tried to sleep as best she could with the thumping 
and screaming emanating all night from Emma's bed.                         

Charlotte was quite pleased when Emma told her that she and 
Harriett were entertaining a friend for a meal, even though it would 
mean that true to her natural modesty she would wear clothes that 
evening. (Not a concession that would ever occur to Emma). The main 
source of pleasure was that perhaps for one night Charlotte wouldn't 
be confronted by the naked bodies of her flatmates writhing about the 
living-room floor. This pleasure, however, was replaced by some 
apprehension when Harriett explained that the young lady, Josephine, 
was actually the woman who had been successfully auditioned for the 
role of making love to Harriett on television, but a little relieved when 
Harriett explained that she'd never made love to a woman before 
either. 

Her apprehension seemed totally unfounded when Josephine 
arrived. She was a tall quite slender woman in a quite constricting 
white dress and had her long hair tied up and off her face. Her face 
was pale and she had blue cheeks underneath slightly startled eyes. 
When she smiled she emanated an air of sweet innocence which 
seemed almost inappropriate for someone in her industry, but as she 
explained it was a thespian rather than a pornographic career that she 
really aspired to. 

The four girls sat round the table for a meal cooked jointly by 
Emma and Harriett and listened as Josephine discussed her stage 
performances in repertory and about the difficulties of finding work 
for an actress even in the big city. Unusually, everyone but Emma was 
dressed and looking, Charlotte thought, just like most groups of girls 
gathered for a meal together should look. Indeed, Charlotte found the 
thought of Emma wearing clothes as so alien that her nudity seemed 
far more natural than it might otherwise be. 

After the meal, Emma and Charlotte retreated into the kitchen 
to wash up the dishes and Harriett remained with Josephine. Harriett 
was explaining to Josephine how she and Emma had practised making 
love together and how, to improve their technique, they had 
encouraged Charlotte to film them together. The conversation was of 
such a matter-of-fact tone that Charlotte wasn't in the slightest bit 
alarmed. And anyway she had news that she had been dying all day to 
impart to Emma and now was the ideal time. 

"I've got the transfer I've been applying for," she announced to 
Emma. 

"Oh how wonderful!" said Emma giving Charlotte a kiss while 
wiping the inside of a glass with the tea-towel. "Where to?" 

"To this naturist branch in the Civil Service," Charlotte 
announced, her sleeves rolled up and soap-suds to her wrists. 

"'Naturist' branch?" wondered Emma who'd never heard of 
such a thing before. 

"Yes," smiled Charlotte triumphantly, "Some branches - 
especially unpopular ones like tax, social security and so on - attract 
staff by having a naturist policy. That means that staff have the 
freedom to wear as few clothes as possible while at work. So now I 
can work in as few clothes as I wear at home!" 

"That's absolutely marvellous!" exclaimed Emma grabbing 
Charlotte round the waist and showering her face with kisses. 
"Absolutely wonderful! I'm so happy for you." 

Charlotte was delighted with Emma's response. She had been 
trying for so long to get this transfer as she had felt so inferior 
compared to Emma who could wear nothing  at work all day and 
nobody would think it the oddest thing at all, while she had to wear 
smart clothe. Now, she felt, she could be a real naturist and, perhaps, 
get the respect from Emma that she felt was lacking. 

When Charlotte and Emma came back into the living room, 
laughing and giggling, they found Josephine and Harriett sitting in 
front of the video watching one of the videos Charlotte had filmed of 
Harriett and Emma making love. Harriett was explaining in technical 
terms some of the sexual techniques involved in the performance. To 
Charlotte's ears, it sounded more like someone explaining golfing 
techniques rather than how to make love. Alarmingly for Charlotte, 
she found that both Harriett and Josephine were wearing just 
underwear, which in Josephine's case meant a white silk slip and 
knickers and in Harriett's case nothing but black knickers. Not quite 
nudity, thought Charlotte. 

All that was to change however, as Harriett explained to Emma 
that Josephine had watched the videos that Charlotte had filmed and 
had felt very nervous about her own lack of sexual experience with 
other women. Consequently, they had agreed that it was better for her 
to practice with Emma and Harriett. They had been waiting for Emma 
to return from the kitchen to ask her if she wouldn't mind participating 
in some instruction. 

At first Emma seemed hesitant, but she looked at Josephine's 
rather shy face and the slender body underneath the slip and relented. 
"We'd better take all our clothes off then" she announced. 

At this prompting Harriett pulled her knickers down to reveal 
her little triangular bush of hair, and, somewhat less enthusiastically, 
Josephine removed her slip to reveal smallish round breasts with pert 
pink nipples and a very tidy patch of pubic hair. She looked at 
Charlotte pleadingly. "Are you joining in?" she asked. 

"Charlotte doesn't do this sort of thing!" announced Emma, 
which to Charlotte's ears sounded very presumptuous, but she didn't 
feel like arguing at this juncture. Indeed what she did do, as the girls 
settled down in a cross-legged triangle on the well-worn rug in front of 
the gas fire, was discreetly retreat to her room without another word.

As soon as her door was shut, Charlotte pulled off her clothes. 
"That's the last time I'll ever wear clothes!" she announced to herself 
with a kind of determination, knowing full well that it was unlikely 
that she'd ever be able to stay true to her own word. She examined her 
naked reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with her? she 
wondered. She was sure she wasn't unattractive. She was of a less 
slender frame than Emma and a less athletic trim than Harriett, but she 
had an attractive body nonetheless. She slowly masturbated herself 
trying to excite herself with thoughts of making love, but she 
somehow couldn't get any excitement. 

"What the hell!" she announced loudly, standing up and 
walking out of her room still naked. Perhaps with Josephine there she 
would have that opportunity to show her sexual self that had been so 
much denied, she thought. She pushed open the door to the 
living-room as quietly as she could. What she saw was a writhing 
mass of three bodies all intent on stimulating each others' bodies. 
Only the odd glimpse of a face and Charlotte's familiarity with 
Emma's and Harriett's bodies could distinguish one body from 
another. She stood by the door for several minutes feeling like a 
trespasser in her own house in the midst of the gasps and pants of 
sexual excitement. 

Josephine was clearly not as experienced in lesbian love as the 
other two girls, but that, if anything, only made her the more attractive 
in Charlotte's eyes. Indeed, Charlotte was beginning to feel that same 
melting-away feeling she very often felt in Emma's company. As she 
watched Josephine, she caught a glimpse of her espying her and for a 
moment she froze, enduring her gaze. She flushed, feeling suddenly 
embarrassed for being there naked, neither joining in nor being apart 
but being merely a voyeuse. 

And then she ran off to her bedroom and, although it was 
earlier than her usual bed-time, she went straight to bed. She was able 
to masturbate now, and she did so furiously until she went to sleep, 
but the image uppermost in her mind was the vision of Emma and 
Josephine locked in passionate embrace. 

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