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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Seven {Bradley Stoke} {FFF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Seven {Bradley Stoke} {FFF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 47 of 50
Keywords: FFF
Short Summary: Emma misses Maisie.


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
==========

Emma's young lover, Maisie, leaves her for Emma's other lover. Charlotte
and Josephine have a baby.


Chapter Forty Seven
===================


The shock of losing Maisie hit Emma harder than she could have ever 
imagined. She lost the will to get up in the morning, to care for 
herself, and even to go to work. Every venture into the world beyond 
her house was a struggle. She hated the looks she got from other 
people, and imagined that everyone was aware of her loss, whereas, of 
course, most people were simply trying to establish what it was she 
wore underneath her loose clothes. These visits were almost always 
brief ones to fill her fridge with food that most often she had lost the 
appetite to eat, and just once to see Charlotte and her new baby at the 
hospital. This depressed her even more as she felt so inadequate to 
express to her best friend how pleased she was that the child-birth had 
been so successful.

She didn't tell anyone at work for over a week she wasn't coming in, 
and was extremely upset when she got a very brusque and angry phone 
call from Amelia who demanded that she return to work immediately. 
She went to bed with the full intention of returning, but when she 
awoke she was too depressed to carry her resolution through. Instead, 
she went to a doctor and got a sick note to excuse her from work. Her 
next communique from Harlot TV came as even more of a shock. She 
was told in no uncertain terms that her recent work was simply not of 
the high standard that the station had come to expect from her and was 
frankly totally unsatisfactory. She was given three months notice, 
which started retrospectively from the first day she had failed to turn 
up to work, and informed her that she was not expected back at the 
studio.

Her depression exploded into tears and cries which darkened even 
further the clouds which gathered in her head and made normal life 
impossible for her. She returned to bed where she stayed all day, 
wailing her misfortune, comforted only by thoughts of self-pity and 
tortured by rage and anger at Tanya. She had been betrayed by one 
who had taken advantage of her good nature and stolen the love of her 
life from her, and now she was left to fend for herself. And not very 
well either.

The days passed by, each one indistinguishable from the one before, 
Emma's rests in bed often lasting all day. She lost the ability to 
concentrate on literature or any reading matter at all. In fact, other than 
weep and flagellate herself with her regrets and despair, all she could 
do was watch the most mindless and undemanding television 
programs. No programme was too banal, no show too hackneyed: quiz 
shows, soap operas, chat shows, and news programmes. She lost all 
appetite for sex television whose content only served to remind her of 
what she was missing. She read the mail that arrived with more 
attention than ever before, though most of it was junk mail, and most 
of the rest were bills. She lost the appetite to check her e-mails, and 
the only music she felt inclined to play was as despondent as the mood 
she felt.

It was while she was sitting on the sofa, listening to a requiem, that 
she heard her doorbell ring. She wasn't expecting a visitor: in fact, she 
lived quite some way from her friends and was never used to calls 
anyway. Her heart began beating in foolish anticipation and hope. Was 
it Maisie? Had she had enough of Tanya? Had she come to realise that 
it was only with her that she'd ever find true love? She hurried to the 
door, and peeked through the eyehole, half-expecting Maisie and half-
expecting a postman. 

What she saw, distorted by the magnification of the eyehole, was 
Charlotte and Josephine standing at the entrance: Charlotte with 
Thomas clinging to the bare breast she uncovered under the long coat 
which was all she wore. She hesitated. Could she let her friend see her 
like this. A perverse sense of self-worthlessness almost persuaded her 
to pretend she wasn't in, but her love for Charlotte, and her regret that 
she'd not seen her best friend since she'd left hospital, got the better of 
her, and she carefully opened the door, forgetting that she was still 
naked, and would once again scandalise the posh neighbourhood.

"Emma!" smiled Charlotte. "How are you? We were so worried. We 
heard you'd lost your job. And we heard about Maisie. Can we come 
in?"

"Of course! Of course!" said Emma, unable to smile and feeling 
wretched for her lack of friendliness.

Charlotte and Josephine entered the house; Charlotte immediately 
feeling guilty that she'd not come to see her friend sooner. But it was 
not easy being a mother. Thomas was so demanding, and it was only 
recently she had recovered sufficiently to venture out of the flat 
herself. Emma was clearly not herself. Her home showed the signs of 
neglect. Nothing had been cleaned, polished or even tidied away. An 
untidy row of empty bottles lined the hall-way, and some magazines 
had been left on the floor in an untidy heap where Emma had dropped 
them and had never bothered to throw away. The living room where 
Emma took them to was similarly untidy. Cushions lying on the floor, 
a rug turned up at the corner, records and books scattered about 
randomly. Normally Emma was so tidy. Almost obsessively so. And 
now everything was untidy and unclean. Even her long hair was 
tangled and unwashed, and Charlotte couldn't help noticing there was 
the slight smell of mustiness from her unshowered skin. She handed 
Thomas over to Josephine, who was wearing a sobre blue blouse and 
white skirt, and grabbed Emma around the shoulders and pulled her 
towards her.

"We've been so worried!" Charlotte cried. "We haven't heard from 
you so long! We thought you might be busy at work, but Maisie told 
us how you'd been sacked. Is it because you're sad that Maisie's left 
you?"

Emma nodded and sniffed bitterly. "It was that cow Tanya! She picked 
me up, exploited me and then just threw me away. And then, as if that 
wasn't enough she took my little Maisie away from me!"

Charlotte smiled sadly at Josephine, as if to say that it was as they'd 
suspected. "You must forget about Maisie now. She's gone. I don't 
know what this Tanya's like. I've never spoken to her; but Maisie's 
made her choice and what's done is done. It's you that you  should 
think about. Did you lose your job because of Maisie? Or was there 
some other reason?"

Emma sank her head onto Charlotte's bare shoulder, tears bursting 
through and onto her friend. "I was so depressed. I am so depressed. I 
just lost the will to go to work. Or even, sometimes, to live. It's been 
so hard."

"Now, now," said Charlotte comfortingly, patting her friend on her 
bare back, aware of the desire returning in her for her friend, despite 
her express intention to not feel that way. She held Emma to her, 
while Josephine watched with sympathy, Thomas gurgling contentedly 
in her arms.

Josephine then placed the baby in the carry-cot the girls had brought 
along with them, and tucked him under the thin woollen blanket, 
naked except for his nappies. She then removed her clothes and sat 
down on a chair, her legs crossed and her arms folded. Charlotte took 
this as a cue, and eased Emma off her, as she removed her coat to 
reveal her own naked body. Despite herself Emma was interested to 
see the changes child-birth had brought on her friend. Her breasts were 
fuller and her nipples much more prominent. She was still somewhat 
fatter round the waist than she used to be and there were stretch-marks 
on her stomach. She kissed Charlotte tenderly, aware of her 
selfishness in not paying more attention to her friend's needs.

"How is Thomas?" she asked.

"He's doing very well. He had a small fever last week. We were very 
worried, but apparently it's quite normal in small babies."

Conversation became more relaxed as the girls discussed motherhood, 
and then gradually took in gossip on the girls' friends and how life 
was back at the flat. Charlotte complained how the flat somehow 
didn't seem right for the needs of parenthood. Josephine joked about 
the trials of feeding the baby and changing his nappies. Despite 
herself, Emma felt a smile break across her face as Josephine 
described in detail the problems they'd faced in cleaning up his sick 
and excrement, and some of the comments that had been made to them 
as a lesbian couple with a baby.

Charlotte sat next to Emma on the sofa and stroked and kissed her as 
they spoke, her mind flashing back to her earlier desires for her friend, 
and finding that they were still inside her. On occasion her lust for 
Emma overwhelmed her and she would kiss her friend on the cheek or 
on the face, tenderly wiping off the tears with her tongue, her arms 
around Emma's shoulders. Emma also began to feel the warmth in her 
feelings for Charlotte return, gingerly at first, and then ever more 
boldly, her own arms looped around Charlotte's waist and she stroked 
the stomach which had so recently carried such a greater load.

It was Josephine though who had the presence of mind to take the 
initiative. She eased herself up out of the chair and walked over to the 
other side of Emma and trailed her arms around the girl. Emma smiled 
as conversation dwindled to nothing and everything was spoken in 
gestures and smiles. And then, inevitable as it was, Josephine put her 
lips to Emma's and held them there. Emma's mouth opened and 
tongues joined together. 

Charlotte meanwhile allowed her hands to probe down her friend's 
stomach, as Emma's had on hers, but her fingers trailed between her 
legs. Emma responded with a sigh and parted her thighs to let 
Charlotte's fingers more welcome entry, while her tongue and teeth 
battled with those of Josephine's. The three girls remained in this 
position, sitting on the sofa, Thomas snoozing away in his cot, as the 
caresses became bolder and more sensual.

And soon the three girls were stretched out, on the floor, on the sofa, 
arms and legs stretched, fingers, tongues and lips probing and 
exploring the folds and contours of bodies known so familiarly but not 
enjoyed together for so long. Emma's curiosity about Charlotte's 
changed body was satisfied, while Josephine cuddled her spouse and 
tongued Emma's vagina. Gradually and sensually, their bodies became 
hotter and sweatier: words not passing any lips but instead 
concentration focused on genitals, breasts and faces. Their bodies 
shook and shuddered sympathetically, only grunts and moans coming 
from any of them. Emma's long tangled hair mixed in the strands of 
Charlotte's own long hair, while beneath them Josephine busied 
herself as equally as she could between the two vaginas, fingers in 
both and a tongue now in one and then with a sigh transferred to the 
other.

But final orgasm was not achieved. Just as Charlotte felt that for the 
first time since she'd given birth she would once again feel those 
delicious feelings erupt in her body, scramble her senses and dissolve 
her soul into a total oneness with her friend and her wife, Thomas 
chose to release a loud wail that totally startled Emma who had never 
heard such a sound before in such close proximity.

"The darling's hungry!" exclaimed Charlotte pulling her senses 
together and leaping out of the sofa as quickly as her battered sweaty 
body could allow her. 

Thomas continued crying until Charlotte picked him up, cradled his 
nappied body to her breasts, and offered him a red raw nipple to 
suckle: which he did with a voracious hunger that rather alarmed 
Emma. Did Charlotte have enough milk in her to satisfy the little 
monster's appetite? she wondered ungraciously.

Without Charlotte, Josephine felt it was not right that she should 
continue making love to Emma, so she took her tongue and fingers 
away from the swelling mound of her vagina, and sat on the sofa next 
to her, her arms around Emma's shoulders and a hand in Emma's 
hand. 

"Thomas is such a demanding baby!" she commented to Emma with a 
broad, almost maternal, grin. "I love him so much! I'm so lucky to 
have him almost for my own. And Charlotte too, of course!"

Emma nodded, agreeing and also feeling a pang of regret that she had 
so often spurned Charlotte's affection and had instead focused it on a 
girl who was ultimately so ungrateful. She watched indulgently as 
Charlotte's breast which she'd so recently enjoyed for her own 
pleasure was now giving so much succour to the young baby, who 
held onto it so greedily, his brown skin such a contrast against 
Charlotte's own pale flesh.

When Charlotte had finished suckling Thomas, the girls didn't resume 
their lovemaking. Instead, they sat together on the sofa, arms around 
each other, making no attempt to resurrect their interrupted passion.

"So, what are you going to do now?" asked Charlotte. "Now that 
you've lost your job? Are you going to look for another?"

"I don't know," sniffed Emma sadly. "I've made such a mess of 
everything. Soon all the money will run out, and I've got a mortgage 
on this house to maintain. I don't know how I can find a job that pays 
as well as the one I've had. And I don't think I've got the self-
confidence to look for another one in the television industry."

"Any job would do to start off with," Josephine remarked. "Any job 
which gets you out and about. Or anything at all that gets you out of 
the house."

"I just don't know what to do. There aren't many jobs for committed 
naturists like me. I just wouldn't know what to do if I had to work 
wearing clothes."

"Aren't there naturist resorts with jobs, though?" wondered Josephine. 
"I'm sure there must be. There are loads of them. Why don't you go to 
one of those?"

"I hadn't thought of that. They're always advertising for committed 
naturists. To work in the hotels, restaurants and things. But that would 
mean leaving the house. What would happen to it then? Would I have 
to give it up?"

Josephine sighed. She looked at Charlotte imploringly. "I don't know. 
Perhaps you'll have to sell it. Or take on lodgers or something."

"Or we could stay here," announced Charlotte. "We need more space. 
Would that be a good idea, Emma darling?"

Emma frowned. She'd not really thought at all on what she should do 
next. She'd worried so much about what she had lost, and had worried 
so much on what more that there was left to lose, that she'd never 
really entertained any options other than despair and further loss.

"It's a good idea," she mused. "And any work would be better than 
none, I suppose. And there are quite a few naturist resorts. I've never 
visited any of them. Well, not since I was a student. And that was with 
friends from the university Naturist Society. NatSoc it was called." 
She smiled good-humouredly, despite herself. "We took ourselves so 
seriously. We thought that all you had to do was take your clothes off 
and not eat meat, and the whole world's problems would end. But all 
we ever did was drink too much and talk a load of rubbish."

Emma mused quietly as she recalled her youth. Where had all that 
idealism gone? But Josephine and Charlotte were right. It was a 
realistic solution. Once out of the house, maybe memories of Maisie 
would fade and she could regain the confidence she needed to make 
her way in her chosen profession.

"But what'll happen to the flat?" she asked, recalling all the days she 
had spent there with Charlotte and Harriett. 

"A month's notice and we can be out," said Charlotte. "And we can 
move in and keep you company before you leave. What do you 
think?"

Emma smiled at her friend gratefully. All the weight of her depression 
seemed to be lifting from her. The dark cloud which had beset her 
these last few weeks was dispelling. She loved Charlotte and 
Josephine so much! They were her real friends. She was sad that she'd 
never given the appreciation they'd deserved.

"I would like that. I would like that so very much!"





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