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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Fourteen {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 is in love with Emma who, in turn, is in love with Maisie and 
has sex with Maise's mother, Dorothy. Charlotte is also in love with 
Josephine, whilst Susan loves Charlotte.



Chapter Fourteen
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Emma was hardly ever at home these days. Where she was Charlotte 
didn't really know. She believed that Emma was still seeing that 
teacher, Dorothy, and one of Emma's colleagues had told her that it 
was now common knowledge that she was having a relationship with 
her boss. 

Charlotte felt totally excluded from Emma's life. It seemed that the 
only times Emma ever came back to the flat was when Charlotte was 
out - perhaps spending the night at Josephine's or still at work. 
Whatever it was, though, Charlotte knew she wasn't part of it, and she 
was sure that Emma wasn't even paying her enough attention to be 
bothered to intentionally avoid her. Nevertheless, Charlotte was a 
faithful lover and nothing that Emma could or couldn't do would 
shake her love for her flatmate. 

Perhaps, she hoped, when Harriett returns from her jaunts abroad, 
Emma might be home more often. But even that hope - compromised 
as it was by her feelings that she'd again be excluded from their 
lovemaking - didn't seem very likely judging from Harriett's last letter 
from Baghdad where she was making a sex film with a Kurd with 
whom she claimed to have fallen passionately in love. It seemed that 
Harriett had more or less forgotten about returning home. Every 
assignment she had seemed to lead to another assignment in yet 
another exotic location. Charlotte felt incredible envy at her good luck 
in visiting and working in places she'd only vaguely heard of, and then 
in the most bizarre of places : Damascus, Samarkand, Shanghai, 
Puerto Rico, the list was endless. Charlotte hadn't realised that the sex 
industry was so widespread, but then these were modern days and the 
sex industry was the world's single largest industry (or so she read 
once).

However, Charlotte wasn't actually lonely. In fact, her position as the 
last of her flatmates to stay in actual residence was not at all a lonely 
one. Her relationship with Josephine was building towards an intimacy 
and passion that outstripped anything she'd had with Emma. However 
much she pretended that her love for Emma was unassailable, the 
evidence of her heart as she greeted Josephine when she came back 
from work was that Emma had become pretty much the secondary 
passion. It was difficult to be sure what Josephine's feelings towards 
her actually were, though she was sure that she had no other lover. 
However, as Josephine made a living from making love with people, it 
was not for sex that she'd need a relationship.

Josephine was always much more enthusiastic about taking work in 
stage performances rather than in film or television, despite the fact 
she earned more from a short slot in an advertisement or a short role in 
a film than from a month's run with a production in the theatre. 
However, she was in a play at the moment where she played a princess 
in a harem in a production of Sindbad The Sailor. This production 
seemed to spend far more time between the harem sheets than 
anywhere else, and even though Josephine's role was fairly minor she 
still had to have sex with Sindbad, a portly actor with a stuck-on 
goatee beard, and two of the other harem girls. 

"The advantage of a stage performance," Josephine asserted while the 
two girls were resting after their lovemaking, "is that you make love to 
the same people every night. No surprises, you see. The disadvantage, 
however, is making love to the same boring people night after night. 
No surprises at all."

"Don't you get tired of it?" wondered Charlotte.

"Not tired exactly," Josephine considered. "A bit sore perhaps. But not 
tired so much. And anyway if you know what your partner's going to 
do, you can concentrate on your lines. Make sure you come at the right 
time."

"What are the girls like?" wondered Charlotte who felt a sudden 
spasm of jealousy. She'd seen Josephine on stage, and it seemed to her 
that her lover had particularly enjoyed the scene in which the black 
and blonde girls were having sex with her. She felt a particular pang 
when one of the girls inserted a long steel phallus into her vagina 
while the other put her tongue into her anus. Why did Josephine have 
to be such a convincing actor?

"Not as good as you, darling," responded Josephine, who as always 
knew precisely what was the right thing to say.

Despite Emma being such an infrequent visitor, Charlotte kept her 
vagina shaved as a kind of reminder to herself, if nobody else, of the 
love she felt towards her. It was a ceremony every morning, to perch 
by the bidet filled with hot water and to carefully scrape off the 
bristles of pubic hair. It was not, however, a ceremony that Charlotte 
needed to do herself. Susan had left her boyfriend and had more or less 
moved into the flat as a permanent guest. Susan didn't shave her own 
vagina any more - she'd been somehow more upset by Emma's 
treatment of her than Charlotte could have imagined and was quite 
happy to lose this memory of the incident. However, she made clearer 
than ever her passionate love for Charlotte. A passion she said that 
eclipsed any previous passion in her life.

This passion rather embarrassed Charlotte, who, although she was 
quite fond of Susan, couldn't say that she actually had passionate 
feelings for her. Well, not feelings that compared to those she held for 
Josephine or Emma. This didn't trouble Susan, however, who went to 
the trouble of moving her own bed into Charlotte's bedroom so that 
there was plenty of space for her as well whenever Josephine was 
staying the night. Charlotte's love for Josephine didn't prevent her 
leaving her boyfriend, as she claimed it was hypocritical to stay with 
someone who was not your first love. She even went to the extent of 
having her shoulder tattooed with Charlotte's name surrounded by a 
festoon of oriental flowers - the only tattoo on her body. This was so 
that when she was being filmed making love, the viewers would know 
the name of the only person she truly loved.

Charlotte and Susan did, in fact, make love together. Part of Susan's 
love for Charlotte was apparently because she had at last found a lover 
to whom she could make love without being watched by others. "You 
make me feel more whole!" she would say to Charlotte in her frequent 
outbursts of praise and adoration. "With you I am a whole person!" 

Charlotte couldn't deny that Susan's love for her was not undesirable. 
Indeed, Susan's passion for her made it easier for her to keep at bay 
the jealousy she felt towards Emma's mysterious sex life and 
Josephine's thespian one. She knew that Susan was also enjoying a 
sex life away from her. She was quite in demand in films which 
required oriental women and, taking account of her small breasts and 
boyish body, sometimes children. Charlotte had even seen Susan in 
some of these films on video. Susan would frequently watch them to 
review her technique and make notes of in a small school notebook 
she kept for the purpose. Charlotte occasionally watched Susan and 
Josephine make love together - something she allowed because far 
more frequently she would be making love to Josephine with Susan 
watching.

Susan had a very understanding relationship with Charlotte. She knew 
that Josephine occupied a primary role in Charlotte's life - and showed 
no embarrassment about this. When Josephine visited, which was four 
nights out of seven, Susan stayed quite out of the way, occasionally 
watching but more often seeming totally uninterested. Even at night, 
with the three of them under the same sheets, Susan would stay to one 
side as Josephine and Charlotte made tender love together. In fact, she 
admitted to getting a warm fulfillment out of seeing the woman she 
loved getting so much pleasure out of sex - even if it wasn't with her.

Susan still saw her boyfriend, saying that it wasn't possible just to 
abandon someone who she'd lived with for so long. Indeed, she once 
invited him round one evening. He was an oriental himself - shorter 
than Charlotte and much shorter than Josephine, but still taller and less 
slight than Susan. It wasn't very long after the meal, that Susan and he 
started fucking on the living room floor. Charlotte who didn't see this 
kind of thing nearly as frequently as Josephine felt immobilised by the 
sight of it. On the one hand, the sight of this erect penis in Susan's 
mouth and then in her vagina rather repulsed her. On the other, it 
brought back warm feelings of the men she'd made love with when 
she was still a sapphic virgin. 

After Susan had decided that she'd had enough of making love to him, 
she invited the other girls to join in. "Best to be polite!" said Josephine 
with a smile, kissing Charlotte full on the mouth and allowing her 
tongue to glide over Charlotte's teeth. She then went down on the 
ground with Susan's boyfriend, while Susan herself came over to 
Charlotte and put her arm round Charlotte's naked waist and gently 
stroked her pubic hair.

It was inevitable that when Josephine had finished that Charlotte felt 
that, yes, she'd like to have sex with a man again. She felt a bit 
nervous, but Susan's boyfriend, who was an sex film actor like Susan, 
knew how to comfort her, and soon she was again enjoying full 
penetrative sex. She occasionally looked up at her friends and could 
see Susan and Josephine, with their arms around each other watching 
her with supportive smiles, and this added passion to her activity. She 
wasn't really making love to a man, she thought. It's my friends whom 
I'm making love with, she said to herself as the penis thrust deep 
inside her and brought her to a crescendo of gasps. She enjoyed the 
deep thrust that she'd almost forgotten after all these months of 
sapphic love. She may be a lesbian, Charlotte reflected, but that didn't 
mean she couldn't enjoy herself with men.




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