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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Eight {Bradley Stoke}{FF}
Date: Thu,  6 Jun 2002 04:10:03 -0400
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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
==========

To Charlotte's chagrin, Emma and Harriett extend their love for each other 
to other women.



Chapter Eight
=============


When Charlotte returned from work and saw the two girls writhing 
about entwined together on the carpet in front of a sex video the 
television, she at first assumed that it was Emma and Harriett. After 
all, when only two women were making love in the flat it was usually 
only those two. When that happened, she usually hid herself in the 
kitchen to prepare some dinner, only venturing out when she judged 
the two had exhausted themselves. However, as Charlotte reflected, it 
couldn't be Harriett having sex with Emma, as it was only last night 
that she and Emma and a few of Harriett's other friends had seen her 
off at the airport. Harriett had started working on a new television 
series which involved her being filmed making love in exotic parts of 
the world. Her first destination was Cambodia, at one of its premier 
luxury holiday resorts. From all accounts this was a fairly demanding 
job involving group sex and the opportunity to practice her newly 
acquired lesbian skills. 

No, as Charlotte soon became aware, the woman who was 
giving Emma such obvious pleasure was Penelope, a friend of 
Harriett's who'd visited several times before. Penelope was a very 
skinny girl whose breasts were almost all nipple and whose groin was 
slightly hollowed out. Charlotte could almost see the bone of her 
buttocks through the flesh as it pumped in tune to Emma's 
cunnilingus.

Penelope's flushed face emerged from between Emma's legs, 
her lips raw and red from exertion. She saw Charlotte and smiled 
welcomingly before returning to Emma's crotch. Emma had reason to 
celebrate. She had finished her research for Harlot TV and made her 
recommendations of what programs to buy and which to emulate just 
in time for the station to receive its fourth X. This had been very 
fortuitous timing, because she had now become the default 
spokesperson for the now more responsible station, which was even 
now in the throes of renaming itself in a way which better reflected its 
new status. 

Emma had been interviewed on the countless manifestations of 
the media, and her appearance as a serious woman with an 
uncompromising policy of naturism had acted as a very strong 
advertisement for the station. She had been interviewed on mainline 
television, national newspapers, several magazines and innumerable 
organs of more specialist interest in sex entertainment. She had now 
been seen by more people than had ever watched the station, though in 
some cases she'd only been filmed or photographed from the waist up. 
In one or two instances, including a television station which claimed 
the moral high ground, she could only be seen from the shoulders up. 
In all her interviews she was free to express her own views about the 
role of sex television and of naturism as a philosophy of life, and 
indeed she got the distinct impression from her employers that the 
more polemical her views the more they were appreciated. 

Charlotte smiled weakly at Penelope and then shyly made her 
way into the kitchen to busy herself over the cooker boiling vegetables 
and unfreezing a pre-prepared meal. She sat on the kitchen stool 
waiting for the food to be ready, thinking about her own r le in the 
changes that had taken place. While she was there, Penelope came in, 
still naked and reeking of the shared sweat of her own body and 
Emma's. She sat down on another stool and chatted to Charlotte about 
her own job which was not in the sex media, although she aspired to 
it, but as a clerk for a large supermarket chain. 

"Why is it you never make love with Emma and Harriett?" she 
asked suddenly. "I've asked Emma and I know it's not because you 
don't find women unattractive." 

This question unbalanced Charlotte. Why indeed had she never 
been involved? It just hadn't happened. That was all. She didn't know 
why really, and she certainly envied everyone else who'd made love to 
Emma. Charlotte shook her head sadly.  

Penelope stood up from her stool and put her naked arms 
around Charlotte's naked body. Charlotte felt the heat from her skin 
before it touched her, and almost burnt her. "Oh! You poor dear!" 
simpered Penelope kissing Charlotte tenderly on the face. Then, 
(Charlotte wasn't too sure how), she and Penelope fell to kissing full 
on the mouth, their tongues actively entwined. Charlotte's tongue 
trailed round Penelope's teeth and her throat felt the thick mass of 
Penelope's tongue deep inside. Then, Penelope's hands gripped into 
her buttocks and Charlotte shyly encompassed her slender bony waist. 

This didn't last for long, when Penelope announced she had to 
return to Emma - and in any case Charlotte's food was ready. Penelope 
left Charlotte alone with her vegetables and thoughts. She felt excited 
by the attention she'd just received, but she also felt peculiarly guilty 
of a kind of disloyalty to Emma. 

For the rest of the evening, Charlotte sat in her bedroom 
reading a novel she'd recently bought, frightened as always of going 
into the living room where she might perhaps be invited to film the 
two girls making love or, as with Susan, just to watch in a rage of 
envy. The hours passed, with Charlotte feeling somewhat disorientated 
from the affection Penelope had expressed, until it seemed late enough 
for her to go to bed. She wandered to the bathroom to clean her teeth, 
and knew she wouldn't meet either of the girls there, as she could hear 
the familiar rocking of Emma's bed. 

Charlotte returned to bed, and pulled the sheet over her naked 
body. As so often, she gently stroked her body as she settled down, 
asking it if it was interested in masturbation. Although clearly excited, 
her body wasn't going to be satisfied by anything like that, so 
Charlotte rolled over on her side and faced the wall. 

Several minutes later, Charlotte heard her bedroom door open, 
and then a body tiptoe silently across the room towards her bed. 
Perhaps she'd been secretly expecting it, but she wasn't too surprised 
when she was joined by Penelope's skinny and smelly body, still moist 
from sex. And it wasn't at all long until she found herself rolling 
around and writhing with her incredibly hot and bony body. As she 
pulled at Penelope's long thin nipple in her teeth, Charlotte smelt 
Emma's own body emanating amongst Penelope's own smells. Well, 
she thought, if you can't experience Emma's body first-hand, it was 
probably better to experience it second-hand. 

While Penelope's expert fingers lubricated Charlotte's cunt, 
she was considering that, yes!, this was the first time with a woman. 
She'd always considered herself a lesbian, but one who'd always loved 
women from a distance. And now, as Penelope's tongue descended 
down her body to join her exploring fingers at the vagina, she was now 
to know what it was really like. In some ways it was like making love 
with a man, but the smells were different, the body was different and 
the expectations were different. 

"So that's where you are!" Charlotte suddenly heard. She 
started and withdrew her face from the buttock she'd been licking 
while supporting herself on Penelope's legs. "This is being really very 
deceitful!" 

"Sorry, dearest?" wondered Penelope who jerked her head out 
of Charlotte's pubic hair to look directly at Emma who was standing 
by the open door, and although only her silhouette could be seen was 
almost certainly frowning. 

"I've always thought I was honest and open with you," Emma 
continued crossly, "but then you steal my lovers from my bed. Why 
couldn't you have just asked and joined in in the normal way, instead 
of sneaking off with them behind my back." 

"Don't worry, Emma my love," Penelope apologised, "I'll 
come straight back to bed with you." She disentangled herself from 
Charlotte's red hot body, which was burning as much with humiliation 
as with lust. She let herself out of Charlotte's room, pausing only to 
peck Emma on the cheek as she went out. 

"So, this is how my best friend treats me!" exclaimed Emma 
bitterly. "How could you do it! How could you be so ... so ... 
underhand and deceitful!" She turned round abruptly and left 
Charlotte's room leaving only the memory of her departing bum for 
Charlotte to masturbate furiously to. 



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