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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Three {Bradley Stoke}{FF}
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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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Emma is promoted to a new position on Harlot TV.



Chapter Three
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Emma was at home more often than she used to be, so she 
met Harriett much more frequently than before. Harriett's hours 
of work were determined by the demands of her job which 
varied considerably from both week to week and from day to 
day. Generally, Harriett was as likely to be at home during the 
day as in the evening or weekend. 

Emma returned from visiting a video company she'd been 
investigating. This company made sex cartoon films which 
concentrated on a set of standard characters with rather 
exaggerated sexual characteristics. This included a woman with 
80 inch breasts, a man with a twenty-four inch prick, a woman 
with buttocks she could bounce on and so on. Sex cartoons 
were able to deal with subjects which a Four X station would be 
able to screen with less worry than if they contained real 
people, but Emma was worried about the suitability of bestiality 
and child sex displayed in some of them. Her biggest concern 
was with the rape cartoons, where violent rape was somehow 
disguised as comedy. 

When she got home, she was surprised to find Harriett in the 
living room sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands and to 
hear small sobs come from her. Harriett was normally so 
cheerful, so this was especially strange. Emma threw off 
Charlotte's overcoat, ran over to Harriett and put her arm round 
her shoulder. 

"What's wrong?" she asked, studying Harriett's tear-streaked 
face. 

"Nothing," sniffed Harriett. "Nothing." 

"Don't be silly!" Emma said. "There must be something." 

"It's work," Harriett admitted. 

"Yes?" 

"You know that we've got this Three X rating and my work 
would have to change..." 

"...Yes." 

"...and I've got to make love with a woman, and ... and now I've 
been told that I'm going to have to do it soon ... and I've been 
trying to say I can't ... but it's my job and I don't want to lose it ... 
but I don't know if I can ..." 

"But you can make love with a woman can't you?" wondered 
Emma who'd watched so much lesbian sex on research videos 
recently and of course had also helped to organise such 
activities for breakfast television. 

"Well no!" said Harriett. "I've never done so ... and I don't think I 
could ... especially with cameras on me ... I'm just not like that." 

"Neither am I," sniffed Emma. "But I'm sure you can make love 
with a woman without it meaning very much." 

"But it's different when it's with men. You don't know. You don't 
do it, but if you enjoy making love you can at least concentrate 
on that and not the cameras or anything ... and I'm going to do 
that soon." 

"But Harriett ... I'm sure you can do it," said Emma reassuringly, 
hugging Harriett's shoulders. Harriett sniffed, but started 
weeping again. 

"I don't think I can," she sobbed. "I can't! I can't!" 

"Can I help in any way?" wondered Emma with a surge of 
affection for Harriett. 

"In what way? You're not a lesbian!" 

"Isn't that better? Perhaps if I'm not a lesbian, it'd be better. 
Perhaps we could pretend and perhaps it will be better for you." 

"Do you mean make love with you?" 

"Of course not!" said Emma, genuinely shocked. "But we could 
sort of masturbate together and feel each other. That's not sex. 
And I certainly don't want sex. But perhaps it'll make it easier for 
you when you have to do it at work." 

"Are you serious, Emma?" said Harriett who had stopped 
crying. "You don't mind?" 

"Well, it won't be sex, will it?" 

"Shall I take my clothes off?" 

"Of course," smiled Emma, who of course wasn't wearing 
anything anyway. Harriett quickly pulled off the nylon shorts and 
jersey she always wore. As Harriett removed them, Emma 
thought with a sudden jump in her breast that this was in fact 
the first time after all these months of living in the same flat that 
she'd ever seen Harriett naked. Even when she had a bath, she 
wore a towel around her. It was curious that Harriett must have 
got very used to seeing Emma and Charlotte without clothes. 
Emma had seen Harriett on television with no clothes making 
love, but somehow that was not the same as being in the same 
room as her. Harriett had a very athletic body, with medium to 
small breasts, a taut stomach, and slim buttocks and thighs. 

"What do we do?" asked Emma uneasily. 

"Touch ourselves," said Harriett. "Nothing more." 

At first this was very awkward, as the two girls touched and 
stroked each others' bodies and occasionally kissed each other 
on the cheek or the shoulder. Emma put her head on Harriett's 
stomach and put her tongue into Harriett's navel. "That's nice," 
said Harriett appreciatively. More emboldened, Emma started 
licking Harriett's skin and Harriett reciprocated. They continued 
like this for ever such a long time. 

"It's not making love, is it?" wondered Emma. 

"We're not lesbians. How can it be?" 

"Should we masturbate?" 

"Only if it feels right." 

"Maybe it does," answered Emma who placed her fingers on 
her clitoris and stroked and worried it while kissing and stroking 
Harriett, who smiled and watched Emma's fingers moving in 
and out, up and down. "I've never seen a woman do that 
before." 

"I've only seen Charlotte do it, but I try not to watch." 

Emma and Harriett were playing together for several hours of 
masturbating and stroking each other, kissing themselves, but 
nothing sexual, no tongue-kissing, nothing like that. They were 
still experimenting when Charlotte came home. 

She stood at the door of the living room, still in her clothes 
which she'd not taken off and watched in growing horror as she 
established first what was going on and who the two naked girls 
were. She then released a cry of pain and sobbed 
uncontrollably. 

Emma and Harriett hadn't noticed Charlotte arrive and were 
totally startled. They stopped what they were doing, and Emma 
ran over to comfort Charlotte. "What's wrong?" she asked trying 
to put her arm round Charlotte's shoulders. 

"You know exactly what's wrong. It's me who loves you. I'm the 
one that loves you. I want to make love with you. I love you so 
much it hurts. But you make love with Harriett who can make 
love to as many people as she likes. I love you so much it 
hurts." 

"But it's not what you think..." Emma tried to explain. "Harriett's 
just practising for her television program. Neither of us are 
lesbian, so it's not the real thing." 

"So, if you're not lesbian it's all right is it?" sobbed Charlotte. 
"So if you love someone you are made to feel so frustrated that 
your heart aches with a hurt you can't describe. You think about 
that person every day, and your mood changes with every smile 
and rebuke of that person. You feel a pain that won't go away. 
But if you don't love someone, you can have sex with that 
person all the time." 

"Don't be silly, Charlotte," rejoined Harriett. "We're not lovers 
and we haven't been making love." 

"You're my best friend Charlotte," reassured Emma. "Our 
friendship isn't to do with sex. Nor is my friendship with Harriett 
to do with sex." 

"It looks like sex to me!" sobbed Charlotte who ran into her 
room. She threw herself on the bed, and fully clothed she 
stayed there crying and sobbing all night. Harriett, who tactfully 
put her clothes back on, and Emma tried to console her but to 
no avail. "I'm the one who loves you," repeated Charlotte. "Why 
don't you return my love." 

"But Charlotte, I'm not a lesbian. How could I love you except as 
a friend?" 

A few days later, Emma was again at home wading through a 
pile of videos in the series of Hollywood Sex Classics. These 
were essentially old classic films such as Casablanca, Gone 
With the Wind, The Wizard of Oz and Citizen Kane which had 
extra scenes added to them to gain a Four X certification. This 
was achieved mostly by computer graphics and it worked by 
taking a scene in the film where there was any love interest and 
considerably extending it. So in a film such as Gone With The 
Wind in any scene where the two main characters might be 
kissing, the faces and other features would then be, by 
computer emulation, superimposed on footage of some porn 
actors and actresses indulging in full sex so that it would seem 
that Cary Grant, Greta Garbo or Lauren Bacall were the 
characters doing so. 

In Wizard of Oz this produced a scene where Dorothy had full 
carnal knowledge of the Scarecrow and of the Wicked Witch of 
the North. Emma found all this faintly amusing. It was strange to 
imagine ET having such a massive sexual organ and even 
more strange to see such a young child apparently enjoying it. It 
was strange to see Humphrey Bogart having sex with so many 
different women. It was perhaps a little shocking to see the 
Seven Dwarfs take turns with Snow White or to see Luke 
Skywalker have anal intercourse with Princess Leia. However, 
for practical purposes the issue was really whether or not the 
films infringed any copyright laws - though in most cases the 
copyrights had expired many years before. 

Emma had just got to the part in a Fred Astaire and Ginger 
Rogers film where the two pulled off their clothes and fucked in 
front of some delighted onlookers when she became aware that 
Harriett had come in. "Hello," she greeted, "How's your day 
been?" 

"Nothing special," Harriett answered coming over to Emma and 
putting her arms around Emma's shoulders in a friendly way. 
"What are you watching now. Not more Tap Dancing with 
dicks?" 

"I'm afraid so," laughed Emma turning her head round. She was 
a little surprised to see that Harriett wasn't wearing any clothes, 
but she supposed that perhaps with both Charlotte and she 
being practicing naturists Harriett had decided to discard her 
clothes. Neither of the girls had made any comment about their 
recent intimacy, although Charlotte was still fairly upset. 
Couldn't she realise, wondered Emma, that making love wasn't 
the same as being in love? It's one thing, she was sure, to be 
intimate with someone and another for it to have any real 
significance. 

"I'm sure Ginger Rogers wasn't as expert as sucking pricks as 
in this film," commented Harriett. 

"You should see what Dorothy gets up to with the Tin Man," 
Emma responded. 

"Look at Ginger's cunt. She's a genuine redhead. And I don't 
mean what's going in and out of her cunt." 

"Is there a difference between pubic hairs and other hairs?" 
wondered Emma. 

"Well," commented Harriett, "your hair's a sort of mousy colour 
but your pubes are just a little bit darker." She put her hand into 
Emma's thick mass of pubic hair and started pulling and 
stroking it. 

"What about yours?" wondered Emma taking her eyes from 
Ginger and Fred fucking and screaming, and looked at 
Harriett's somewhat thinner bush of hair. 

"Have a good look," smiled Harriett guiding Emma's hand into it. 
The two girls stroked each other's groins for a moment until 
Harriett made bold to kiss Emma full on the mouth. Emma 
pushed Harriett off. 

"Don't!" she admonished. 

Harriett smiled coyly and then said: "Wasn't it fun the other day? 
I'm sure it'll help me in my work." 

"Haven't you had your lesbian session yet?" 

"Not yet. It's been postponed for a couple of weeks - but I can't 
say I'm sorry." 

"Why's that?" 

"Well," smiled Harriett shyly, "you're still my only experience. I'm 
just as much a virgin as you." 

"Don't be silly." 

"Don't be silly yourself!" responded Harriett putting her mouth to 
Emma's again. This time Emma didn't push Harriett off, but as 
the two girls' intimacy gradually grew Emma wasn't at all sure at 
which stage the activity stopped being one of playing and 
became one where there was a sense of seriousness and 
urgency to it. Certainly, she loved holding and feeling and 
licking Harriett's very fit and muscular body. She loved the little 
freckles around Harriett's nose and the other slightly larger ones 
speckled over her shoulders. She loved the feel of Harriett's 
fingers as they probed in and out of her cunt. She loved the 
moistness of the feel of Harriett's own cunt as her fingers went 
in and out.

"OOh! OOOHHH! OOOHH!" she gasped as Harriett's tongue 
worked around her clitoris. She pushed her tongue deep into 
Harriett's mouth and relished the taste of her own cunt on 
Harriett's tongue. The two of them struggled with their mouths 
pushing hard against the other, their fingers frantically working 
at the other's clitoris. After Emma's first orgasm, the intensity 
was so severe she couldn't imagine it could ever be matched. 
But it was only moments later when Emma gave vent to a 
scream she just couldn't contain. And then another. And then 
another. She only became distantly aware that Harriett was also 
making rather a lot of noise. And then as their slippery bodies 
slid against each other the two gave a great shuddering at the 
same time with such intensity that they had to push each other 
off. 

They lay back looking at each other. This isn't real sex, Emma 
said to herself. I don't go after women and I'm not in love with 
Harriett. But she enjoyed it nonetheless. 

"We must do this again," commented Harriett smiling in a way 
that seemed both very silly and funny and impossibly 
endearing. 

"How about now?" responded Emma leaning forward and 
running her tongue round Harriett's much swollen clitoris. 



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