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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Six {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Six {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 36 of 50
Keywords: FF 
Short Summary: Charlotte gets to know Enid and Enid gets to know
Josephine.


Emma
====

Summary of whole novel
======================

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. 


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www


Previously
==========

Charlotte works in a naturist office and is engaged to be married to
Josephine.


Chapter Thirty Six
==================

Charlotte knew that she had gained something of a reputation at work: 
a reputation not in any way improved by her pursuit of a man to father 
a child for Josephine and her from all the men at work who were 
willing to do so. Her announcement of her pregnancy and her 
announcement that Josephine was the father was one which prompted 
mixed feelings to her colleagues. Not all the men (especially those 
who'd had sex with her) quite saw it the way she did, and many of the 
women, especially the older ones, thought her behaviour at best odd 
and at worst promiscuous, sluttish and perverse. However, they 
expressed sympathy and joy in Charlotte's pregnancy, although as yet 
there was very little real evidence of it.

One girl who was rather more sympathetic and enthusiastic than the 
others was Enid, a girl in her first job and little older than seventeen. 
She had very set views with regards to naturism, which was her reason 
for taking a job as a clerical assistant in the office, and also to 
lesbianism, regarding herself very much as one, although she admitted 
to never having actually had such a relationship. Enid allied herself to 
Charlotte from the very day she started. Of all those working in the 
department she was the one who had the most obvious similarity in 
attitude and lifestyle to that which Enid aspired to.

"Oh! I'm so happy for you!" She exclaimed, holding Charlotte to her, 
and kissing her tenderly on the face. "It's just a shame that you had to 
have sex with men to have one. Wasn't that so absolutely ghastly. 
What did Josephine think?"

"Josephine participated as well. She had as much chance of being the 
mother as I. But now she'll be the father. She was there when the baby 
was conceived. She worked as hard as I did in making it possible. And 
it's only fair that she take some of the credit for it."

Enid picked up the framed photograph of Josephine that was on her 
desk, one of the few nude pictures of Charlotte's lover that were not 
associated with her theatrical career. She held it in both hands and 
chuckled as she examined it. "Josephine's so very pretty. You're so 
lucky! She's exactly the kind of lover I'd love to have. Doesn't she 
have such a darling smile. And she's a lesbian and naturist as well, 
isn't she?"

Charlotte smiled, pleased to see someone appreciating her lover so 
much. "Well, no. She's not really either. She likes men too, and she 
still has a lot to do with them in her job. She's also not really a 
naturist. She quite likes wearing clothes. She doesn't take her clothes 
off except when she's at home or when she has to as part of her job."

"Oh! That's a shame!" Sighed Enid sincerely. "Still, nobody could be 
that perfect, could they?"

"As far as I'm concerned she's perfect as she is!" Said Charlotte 
loyally. She took the photograph from Enid's hands and examined it 
with pride. She was indeed lucky in having a lover like Josephine. It 
seemed to her that their love just grew stronger and stronger.

"Oh, I'd love to experience love like that!" Enid sighed. "My flatmate, 
Hyacinth, well ... she's alright ... but she's just a friend. She's not a 
lover. It's not the same thing. You're so lucky. Josephine is so 
beautiful."

She turned towards Charlotte, a mournful expression on her face. 
"Why can't I have a lover like you? Will I always be lonely?"

Charlotte put a reassuring arm around Enid's shoulder and pulled her 
head onto her breast. The office was empty. The working day had 
finished and the cleaner was busy on another floor of the building. She 
had stayed late to finish some paperwork that she had allowed to 
accumulate and hadn't expected Enid to stay late too. She suspected 
that the young girl had stayed on precisely for the reason of chatting to 
her, something which Charlotte actually rather appreciated. She often 
felt quite an outcast in the office. Sometimes, she reflected on her own 
foolishness in expecting her colleagues to share her attitudes and 
outlook. 

"You're very young. Opportunities will come. You'll see!"

"But how long will I have to wait?"

"I had to wait a long time, too."

"But you've got such a wonderful lover! Why not me? Why can't I 
have a girlfriend like Josephine? Someone to love. Someone who 
loves me. Why not me?" A small tear trickled from the corner of her 
eye, down her round freckled cheek and onto her bare shoulder. 
Charlotte brushed it out from her salt cellar and smiled 
sympathetically. It wasn't so long ago that her own feelings of 
frustration resembled those of Enid's. She knew only too well the pain 
of unrequited love, and still felt a pang when she reflected on Emma's 
preference for the flighty child that dominated her affections. 
Although nowadays her rôle was as Emma's confidante as she 
complained about her young lover's unfaithfulness, she still had the 
feeling that Emma would have been so much happier had she accepted 
Charlotte's love earlier. Charlotte sighed.

"Don't cry! You've got a lifetime ahead of you! You'll find someone. 
I know you will!" She smiled into Enid's pale blue eyes framed by a 
small round face that looked even younger from the severe short 
hairstyle she preferred and the smattering of light brown freckles that 
spread over her cheek, nose and onto her small perky breasts. 

"Oh! Charlotte! Say it won't be too long!" Enid wailed. She pressed 
her head hard onto Charlotte's chest, her sharp chin on the ribcage and 
a warm dampness trickled between the breasts.

"It won't be! It won't be!" Reassured Charlotte, raising Enid's chin 
with her hand and facing her. She kissed her affectionately on the lips 
and was rather startled when Enid's hands grasped her by the back of 
her neck and thrust her tongue inside her mouth. The salty taste of 
Enid's saliva mingled with hers, and despite an initial reserve, a warm 
sensuous feeling overcame her and she returned Enid's inexpert kisses 
with her own practised ones. Enid gripped Charlotte tighter, her eyes 
closed, as she pushed and pushed her mouth into Charlotte's, her 
tongue exploring deep inside the internal contours of her mouth.

Charlotte had become too accustomed to lovemaking. It was such an 
integral part of her life. Sex with Emma, Susan, Fatima and all the 
men who she'd invite to her flat. It all merged into one sensual 
experience of which her affection mostly concentrated on Josephine. 
But Enid was such a nice young girl: pretty and affectionate. So 
obviously enamoured of her. She'd often observed the slight choke in 
Enid's voice when they passed in the corridor, the way her eyes 
wandered about, but focused again and again on her body and the 
short trimmed hairs of her vagina. Perhaps it was right to give her the 
love which she had so readily granted the men in the office and who 
had so much loved thrusting deep into her cunt while she caressed and 
kissed Josephine ever in attendance and waiting for her turn at 
penetrative sex.

And so it was that Charlotte reciprocated to Enid's youthful passion, 
stimulating her clitoris with her fingers, stroking and massaging her 
vagina, and soon plunging her tongue into its youthful recesses while 
Enid exercised her own with a passion and urgency she recognised 
from her own earlier lovemaking with Josephine. The two wrestled 
together over the nylon carpets of the office, knocking over the 
recently emptied wastepaper bin, banging Charlotte's head against the 
back of a desk, while a leg frantically pushed at the leg of a chair. 
Enid's dedication to the lovemaking charmed Charlotte who watched 
as she pushed her tongue deep into her vagina, nibbled at her hardened 
clitoris and sweated onto her outspread legs.

As the two of them huddled in postcoital embrace, sweat running 
down the nobbled contours of their spines, Charlotte wondered what 
she had let herself in for. Was she being unfaithful to Josephine? Was 
she complicating her love life with her work in an irreversible way? 
She looked at Enid whose eyes focused above her shoulder to the 
desk. She followed Enid's gaze to the photograph of Josephine.

"Oh! You and Josephine are so lucky!" Enid sighed.

Charlotte smiled. How could she be unfaithful to Josephine when Enid 
was as keen on her continued relationship as she was herself? 
Comforted by this thought, she took Enid's face in her hands and 
plunged her tongue once more into the welcoming red darkness of her 
mouth.

Enid's flatmate, Hyacinth, was a black girl who studied at the 
neighbouring Art School, where her specialities were life drawing and 
sculpting. She was even poorer than Enid, her allowance being very 
low and so too her grant. She was about the same age as Enid, but 
shared very little of her enthusiasm for naturism or lesbianism. 
However, the bedsit was very small and there was only one bed, which 
they inevitably had to share. She had thick black wavy hair, and 
mostly wore cut-off jeans, trainers and short slips, which revealed all 
her midriff and only just about reached to the bottom of her breasts. 
Sharing the same bed inevitably meant that she had to sleep with 
Enid's passionate warm body wrapped around hers, and this close 
intimacy naturally led to Enid being rather more adventurous with her 
slim naked body than Hyacinth might normally choose. Although, it 
wasn't her preference to have a girl stroking and licking her shaven 
cunt, she found it pleasant enough as long as Enid understood there 
was to be no penetration or kissing. Enid reluctantly accepted these 
rules, although she so often tried to contravene them, which Hyacinth 
found amusing, but not really to be encouraged.

Hyacinth enjoyed all the attention her flatmate paid her. The breakfasts 
in bed. Her daily shaving regime, which left her shaven vagina the 
envy of all her equally shorn fellow students. And the companionship, 
which was so painfully sincere it almost hurt. However, Hyacinth had 
no real need for Enid's sexual attention. She already had several 
boyfriends at the college, mostly black like herself, although she 
wasn't overly fastidious with the race of any man she'd choose to fuck 
with. She did, however, much prefer black man. Generally, there were 
possessed of better and larger penises, although she was aware that her 
sample of white men was not extensive enough to be a fair 
comparison. She much preferred dark skin, and, anyway, she had 
much more in common with their cultural background.

Enid was very accommodating with Hyacinth and her lovers, that was 
true. She would share the bed with Hyacinth and her current lover, 
whose buttocks pushed up and down as he thrust deep inside her cunt, 
her legs were tangled about her lover's shoulders and the bed violently 
shaking backwards and forwards. Although, many of her lovers 
suggested that Enid should join, Hyacinth's flatmate was adamant that 
that was the last thing she wanted. She was happy enough to see that 
Hyacinth was happy; perhaps getting some of her reflected joy. 
Hyacinth was aware that not many girls were as obliging as Enid, and 
she had no fears that Enid would attempt to steal her lovers from her.

Hyacinth was aware that Enid didn't know nearly as many people in 
the town as she. She wouldn't, not being a student, living away from 
home and working with older people who, despite mostly being 
naturists, were not lesbians and not inclined to spend much time with 
someone so much younger and so eccentric. There was only one friend 
Enid had made, an older woman, Charlotte, who Enid was very 
enthusiastic about. She was also a lesbian and a naturist, but Hyacinth 
could see that Enid's affection was compromised by the presence of 
Charlotte's lover, Josephine, an actress currently performing in 
Country Girls are Hard To Love, which was on at the New 
Crucible Theatre. She also realised that it was more Josephine than 
Charlotte who most attracted Enid's attention, even though she'd 
never met her and had only seen the photographs which Charlotte was 
happy to show her and even lend her. Josephine was not a naturist and 
far from being only lesbian in her tastes. From the photographs, 
Josephine seemed relatively demure and modest, even without her 
clothes, which was a state seen in only a minority of the photographs.

"We must go and see Country Girls!" Said Enid on more than one 
occasion. "I'd just love to see Josephine perform."

"But is the play any good?" Wondered Hyacinth, who wasn't really 
much of a theatregoer. Indeed, she'd usually found plays either very 
confusing or very boring.

"It must be!" Enid insisted. "Or Josephine wouldn't be in it!"

Hyacinth accepted the twisted logic, but noted that Josephine wasn't 
really the leading performer. Her rôle was as a country lady in the 
early nineteenth century village where the play was set. She would, of 
course, be expected to have sex with one or more of the other actors, 
and as far as Hyacinth was concerned this would at least compensate 
for the boredom she feared would inflict her between sex scenes.

The New Crucible was a medium-sized theatre with slightly worn 
seats, but most of these were filled when the play began. Hyacinth and 
Enid sat together near the front in seats that were far more expensive 
than Hyacinth would normally have contemplated, but it was Enid's 
treat (one of so many her flatmate insisted on lavishing on her!), so 
Hyacinth couldn't really grumble. The play was a nineteenth century 
fuck story about a couple from the big city who had come to the 
country seemingly with only the purpose of fucking as many country 
ladies as they could. One of these was Josephine who in the first of the 
three acts managed to keep all her clothes on. These suited Josephine 
quite well, Hyacinth noted. The long dress, the high laced collar, the 
ringed hair and the tight bodice were well suited to Josephine's 
general demeanour and appearance. She played very well the rôle of 
someone genuinely shocked by the city dwellers predatory sexual 
habits, blushing convincingly as she watched the two visitors fuck her 
maid who kept on her cotton stockings and her dress while being 
fucked from behind while the woman kissed her.

It was in the second act that the character played by Josephine was 
seduced and had sex with the man. This began with a sequence of 
fellatio, where she took the whole of his penis into her mouth, and 
engineered it into a very creditable erection. As large a one as any of 
Hyacinth's black lovers, but then actors were often selected for this 
very attribute. Josephine showed her skills as an actress in 
remembering her lines between times of having the penis in her 
mouth, and taking off her clothes with a shyness which belied the fact 
that this was something she was fairly used to doing in front of an 
audience, and had of course done many times before in the run of the 
production. It was then that the man, with the improbable name of 
Roger Ramrod, pushed his penis hard and twitching firmly into 
Josephine's trimmed cunt.

Enid found all this very exciting. Hyacinth glanced down to see that 
Enid had removed her knickers, which lay over her buckled shoes, and 
gently stroked her cunt with the hand that wasn't gripped tight in 
Hyacinth's own. Enid was stroking the perimeter of her vulva, her 
finger occasionally dipping inside where Hyacinth could see its 
moistness. Then, when Josephine and Roger Ramrod were 
unexpectedly joined by the maid, who was this time totally naked 
except for her stockings and a bow in her hair, Enid took Hyacinth's 
black hand firmly to her cunt, and pressed it against her. She smiled 
broadly at Hyacinth.

"Oh! Isn't Josephine wonderful!" Whispered Enid. "She's all I 
imagined she'd be and more!"

Hyacinth nodded. She didn't really mind Enid pressing her fingers 
against her cunt. It did feel very moist and warm. She allowed Enid to 
push a couple of fingers deep inside, and tenderly kissed her flatmate 
on the cheek, noting with indulgent affection the flush of warm 
passion that spread over Enid's face. On stage meanwhile, Josephine 
and her maid were locked in deep embrace, while Roger Ramrod 
fucked both of them in turn. As Roger came to his climax, brandishing 
his penis like a weapon over the two of them, semen visible even from 
this distance as it spurted out on his two lovers, Enid had pushed all of 
Hyacinth's hand inside her, the fingers now rather sticky and smelly. 
This wasn't the first time that Enid had done this, though usually in 
the privacy of their shared bed, but Hyacinth could see that the true 
object of Enid's passion was not herself but Josephine.

In the final interval, Enid tearfully embraced Hyacinth, while the tall 
woman next to her glanced at the two of them disdainfully but 
curiously. 

"I don't know if I can take much more of this play!" Joked Hyacinth. 
"It's just wearing my fingers out!" In fact, she had found the play 
rather shallow on the whole. She'd seen much better acting in the 
cinema, the plot was a little dull and it was really only the fucking and 
Enid's response to it that encouraged her to stay at all.

In the third act, there was more fucking than in the first two, but 
Josephine's rôle, rather like her sexual passion, was mostly spent. Her 
only participation was fairly minor, and involved fellating the Right 
Reverend Randolph who was meanwhile being buggered 
simultaneously by the indefatigable Roger Ramrod. This 
disappointingly brief appearance didn't trouble Enid, who again took 
Hyacinth's hand to her cunt, pumping away at her moist, hot interior, 
until, with the Right Reverend over Josephine's face, Enid also came, 
panting with passion and ecstasy to the obvious discomfort of almost 
everyone around them.

"Oh! Hyacinth!" Gasped Enid, leaning onto her shoulder, tears 
running down her freckled cheeks. "Oh! Hyacinth! Now I know what 
being in love is like!"

Hyacinth started. This was not a welcome change of events. "Not with 
me, I hope!"

"No, silly!" Laughed Enid. "With Josephine! She's so beautiful, so 
talented, so wonderful. I love her! I love her so much! Charlotte's so 
lucky! Oh! I love Josephine!"

Hyacinth settled down. That wasn't so bad then, although she foresaw 
difficulties ahead. After all, weren't Charlotte and Josephine due to get 
married soon?



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