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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Nine {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
==========

Charlotte is introduced to the love of a woman by Penelope, one of Emma's
many lovers. 



Chapter Nine
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Every so often Charlotte was required to be on duty to meet the public: 
usually just to answer their rather technical questions on tax status. 
There was a policy that interviewees should state whether or not they 
would be embarrassed by being interviewed by someone unclothed, 
but it was generally only a small minority of rather elderly clients who 
preferred not to. Ironically, it was those who were least enthusiastic 
about being interviewed by a naked woman that Charlotte felt least 
reserved about being naked with. She had adopted the policy of 
wearing the white coat provided when interviewing men and it was 
only for women and fairly asexual men that she would remove it.

Charlotte adopted her usual policy for interviewing Miss J. 
Taylor by preparing her notes but not bothering with the white coat. 
Miss Taylor was an actress concerned about a rebate that she felt was 
due her after a period of three months in a high street clothes shop at a 
lower rate of pay than for the other nine months of the tax year. It was 
only when Charlotte entered the interview booth that she realised that 
Miss Taylor was the Josephine she'd only met the once at her flat. She 
was wearing a prim white blouse with a silk black scarf and her hair 
was kept it in place by an ornate hair-clip. 

It was an embarrassed start to the interview, but Charlotte soon 
relaxed and, after giving Josephine the required forms and explaining 
the procedures to her, they were able to chat about more general 
matters. Josephine was auditioning for several television plays, and 
her agent was very optimistic about her chances in at least one of 
these. Most of her recent work had been in commercials: and she'd 
been in enough of those to no longer need to work in Maurice's 
(Gentleman Outfitters) for a while. The commercials had been of a 
generally saucy nature, which seemed a little odd when the products 
were for such things as detergent, formica furniture and road safety. 

The interview seemed so brief, but in fact when Josephine had 
left they'd been talking for nearly an hour and a half. Charlotte 
arranged to meet Josephine for a meal later that week, which 
Josephine would cook. "I just love cooking!" she said. At first 
Charlotte suggested certain clubs and wine bars that she'd been to with 
Clarissa. "Oh, I don't like the sound of the Haworth!" Josephine 
exclaimed. "It's a naturist singles bar, isn't it?" Charlotte couldn't 
really argue with the description, but she felt it strange that someone 
like Charlotte who had become accustomed to making love for the 
camera would be so prudish about taking her clothes off in a place like 
that. Josephine admitted that she'd enjoyed her visit to Charlotte's flat, 
but she hadn't felt like going again. "It was almost like going to an 
audition," she remarked. "Even though Emma and Harriett are such 
marvellous company." 

Charlotte watched Josephine with a feeling of elevation, 
curiously happy with herself and the world. That Josephine seemed 
only interested in her as a friend was perhaps as elating as anything 
else. Emma was not the Emma that Charlotte used to love so deeply: 
however much she still craved for her. 

When Charlotte went home on the underground she felt she 
was on a cloud. She had a brief drink with Clarissa at a small wine bar 
near the office (not a naturist one) and found it difficult to even 
pretend to be interested in Clarissa's converation which, as always, 
concentrated on her sexual encounters and how her boyfriend, despite 
being so wonderful, didn't really understand her. When she ascended 
to the open air and walked through the suburban streets to her flat she 
was propelled by thoughts that took her past her flat and forced her to 
retrace her steps. 

When she entered the flat, took off her clothes and announced 
her arrival, she was surprised to see Emma run towards her rather 
solicitously. Emma grasped her round the shoulders and hugged her 
against her chest. "Can you forgive me?" she asked. 

"Sorry?" 

"After how snotty I was last night when I saw you with 
Penelope! I don't know what got into me! I must have been deranged! 
It must be with Harriett away. I don't know! I shouldn't have been like 
that! Of course you should feel free to make love with Penelope and 
whoever else you like! I shouldn't be so selfish and get in the way of 
what you want. How can you ever forgive me?" 

"That's alright! I'd almost forgotten ..." 

Emma hurried Charlotte along with her into the living room, 
and Charlotte was very conscious of a very firm grip around her waist. 
"I've chatted with Penelope about it. She says I was just jealous. I 
think it's worse than that. I just don't think of your needs at all. While 
Harriett and I have been making love, I've just not thought of you (and 
a professed lesbian too!) having the same needs. But Penelope's here." 

The two girls entered Emma's bedroom and there indeed lying 
on her bed was Penelope who was, however, still dressed in the rather 
plain clothes she wore to her supermarket office. Penelope looked up 
shyly and, it seemed to Charlotte, with some embarrassment as well. 
What had Emma and Penelope been talking about? 

"So," announced Emma, emphasising her statement with a 
pause, "if the two of you would like to make love I'll stay out of your 
way." And with that Emma disappeared and left Charlotte with 
Penelope. 

What followed was certainly not passion. More like duty 
performed for Emma's benefit. After a short chat, where both 
Charlotte and Penelope skirted discreetly around any subject which 
could be construed about sex, Penelope shyly removed her clothes to 
reveal her pale boney frame. As the two girls entwined and went 
through the motions of what had been more successful the day before, 
Charlotte felt that perhaps their earlier conversation on the new robotic 
tills and the bar-codes on the new notes had, after all, been more 
satisfying. And this was only her second time of making love to a 
woman. What she'd always wanted! What, as a lesbian, should be the 
pinnacle of sexual activity! 

Penelope must have felt much the same, because after only half 
an hour of groping, fumbling and rolling around together, they 
separated and, almost unconsciously, she started putting her clothes 
back on. She certainly wasn't as hot after this as she'd been the 
previous night. 

Emma was surprised to see Charlotte and Penelope emerge 
after such a short time. She was watching a film which was thankfully 
free of all the sex she'd had to watch the last few months, and she'd 
expected to be able to see that and perhaps another before the two 
lovers emerged. She was also slightly put off to see Penelope in her 
clothes again. 

"Didn't you make love?" she asked. 

"Oh yes! We did!" said Penelope with a look of enthusiasm. 

"And did you enjoy it?" addressing Charlotte quizzically. 

"Yes. It was very nice," said Charlotte in a way that left Emma 
more questions unanswered than she'd had before. 

"Oh, that's alright then," said Emma conscious that further 
questioning was probably not in order. "Shall I wind back this film. 
It's very good." 

"What is it?" asked Charlotte eagerly. 

Emma looked at the video sleeve. "Mary Barton. It's based 
on a book I believe. And it's not a sex video. I promise you!"

It was a more relaxed Emma that Charlotte met in the kitchen 
before leaving for work. It was she, and not Charlotte, who had spent 
the night making love with Penelope, which, despite a certain element 
of envy, was actually a relief to Charlotte. Emma kissed Charlotte on 
the lips with Penelope's arms around her waist and one of Penelope's 
fingers lightly stroking her clitoris. Penelope then followed suit by 
giving Charlotte a somewhat more passionate kiss: her tongue 
skimming around Charlotte's teeth and the roof of her mouth. 

Charlotte left for work feeling more than a little anxious about 
her evening with Josephine. She'd not felt such an anxiety about 
having an evening out with someone since she'd first been invited out 
for a date as a school-girl. An anxiety that proved to be well-founded 
when all the boy seemed interested in was getting his hands inside her 
clothes and pulling her knickers down. She just didn't care enough 
about him to even bother stopping him. Her day at work seemed to 
drag on. Perhaps it was just that all the most tedious end of the month 
accounting happened on the same day. Or perhaps it was the way that 
the clock was going so much slower than usual. 

There was a temp on reception who took naturist license a little 
further than most by straying out of the office with no clothes and 
down to the building's foyer. This was the only incident of an 
otherwise tedious day, and by no means the first occasion that a temp 
had misinterpreted departmental policy for sexual license or overt 
exhibitionism. When the day ended, Charlotte found herself sitting 
next to this temp by the bus-stop waiting for the bus which would go 
to Josephine's flat in a seedy but bohemian part of town distinguished 
principally by having no underground stations. She was going in the 
same direction, so Charlotte found herself doomed to nearly an hour of 
chatter about her boyfriends, her holidays abroad in tourist traps like 
Croatia, Albania and Libya, and how much she thought of herself like 
a naturist like Charlotte. "It must be great not wearing clothes all 
day!" she exclaimed rather loudly. 

Charlotte didn't really like the thought of everyone on the 73 
bus imagining her naked, so she was quite relieved when she left the 
bus and followed the directions attached to a piece of paper in her A-Z 
and could wander about fairly sure that no one was aware she was a 
naturist. She wore rather more clothes than usual for a warm day, sure 
that Josephine would disapprove if she'd turned up even topless, and 
felt rather virtuous for it as she passed others in the street showing 
rather more flesh than she. Men, she noticed, always got away with 
flaunting rather more flesh than women, as she passed cars being 
washed in the street and workmen sitting on a wall. 

Josephine's flat was a tiny affair in a large rambling building, 
in obvious need of renovation. The door was almost bare of paint and 
an upstairs window was covered with cardboard to replace the glass. It 
was Josephine, though, who Charlotte had come to see, and her heart 
visibly thundered as the door came ajar and Josephine appeared. "I'm 
so glad you could make it," she said smiling broadly. "It's almost 
ready - the ratatouille that is." 

The two girls went upstairs to Josephine's flat which was full 
of the aroma of casserole and peppers. It was also full of cushions 
which covered most of the floor and most of a rather battered-looking 
sofa. The other thing it was full of were photographs and posters, all of 
a thespian nature, obscuring the rather dull and faded wallpaper. "You 
can take your clothes off now if you like," announced Josephine 
kindly. 

"Sorry, I'm ..." began Charlotte, who had been convinced that 
she'd be spending the evening in the clothes she was wearing. The 
experience would even be quite a novel one. She now associated 
clothes as the rather clumsy things she was obliged to wear to keep her 
modesty when travelling to work or being in the public eye. But the 
proposition of spending an evening naked with a fully clothed woman 
itself seemed as peculiar as not being naked. 

"Don't be silly!" smiled Josephine. "I know you're a naturist, 
and it doesn't embarrass me at all." This was quite a different image 
than the one projected by her reserved selection of clothes, which even 
as a concession to the warm weather (being a pair of white shorts and 
blouse) seemed quite prim. However, Charlotte couldn't help feeling 
that the subject having been broached it would be rude to decline the 
offer, so she stripped off and laid her clothes neatly in a pile in the tiny 
hallway. 

The meal Josephine prepared was truly sumptuous. Not large 
in quantity, but certainly so in taste. She was a witty woman, which 
was assisted by her ability as an actress to entertain Charlotte in a way 
that soon had her gasping for breath between gales of laughter. Her 
life as an actress had certainly involved quite a few misadventures, and 
meeting some very interesting people. Charlotte was no expert on the 
theatre or cinema but she knew at least the names of many of the 
people mentioned in Josephine's anecdotes. After the meal, the two 
girls sat together amongst the cushions and the odd fluffy toy while 
Josephine flicked through a photograph album of stills from plays, 
films and advertisements she'd been in. 

The great majority of her performances had involved her in 
performing naked and often in full penetration sex. The photographs 
Josephine showed was almost like a sequence of black-and-white and 
colour pages from a pornographic magazine. There were shots of her 
being buggered, of having semen squirted onto her face, of penises 
either fully in her mouth or on the edge of it, of objects as well as 
penises up her vagina, and shots of her on stage with more long-distant 
versions of the same kind of activity. Even many of her stills for 
television commercials or magazine advertisements involved some 
quite explicit sexual act. 

"How can you make love in front of the camera?" wondered 
Charlotte. 

"It's just a performance," Josephine admitted, looking 
ludicrously modest in the flesh compared to her photographic record. 
"You learn your lines and perform to the best of your ability. And it's 
not the camera I perform to. It's the audience that may be looking 
through that camera. That takes significantly more skill!" She smiled 
warmly at Charlotte. "But it takes a little bit more than just play-acting 
to perform sex successfully. So, I was pretty grateful to the assistance 
that Emma and Harriett gave me to learn lesbian love. I was able to 
sail through the auditions ..." 

"Auditions?" 

"Well, they've got to be sure of how well you perform... I 
sailed through the auditions to get a part in the last film I was in where 
I had to make love to several women. Not just men, in this case. And 
here's the proof!" She proudly showed a few photographs which 
showed her having very passionate sex with two women: one of whom 
was black and had a large pink dildo incongruously strapped round her 
waist. "That part got me more money than any part I'd played in a film 
before." 

As the evening progressed, and the two girls sipped the white 
wine that Charlotte had brought with her, it seemed natural for 
Charlotte to miss the last bus and stay semi-slumped on the cushions 
on Josephine's floor. It also seemed natural when Josephine slipped 
off her clothes,  in a practised and unembarrassed gesture that 
Charlotte for all her professed naturism was not really capable of. The 
two girls soon lapsed into a kind of contemplative silence, while a 
Compact Disc of a mid-twentieth century string quartet played in the 
background, their arms around each other, and Charlotte blissfully 
happy with the warmth of Josephine's flesh against hers. 

And it didn't seem strange when the two girls drifted off to bed 
together and made the tender sort of love that Charlotte had always 
dreamed of making with Emma. No penetration. No toys. Not even an 
attempt at an orgasm. Just lying together exploring each other's body 
with their eyes, hands and tongues. As Charlotte looked deep into 
Josephine's beautiful large eyes her body and heart melted like 
ice-cream on a hot summer's day. Her love for Josephine choked her, 
and the only thing she could do was allow a tear to gently loosen itself 
from her eye and onto her cheek. She could only hope that Josephine 
felt the same way. But she was sure. Oh so sure! That Josephine did. 


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