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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Eleven {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 falls in love with Josephine, but still loves Emma.



Chapter Eleven
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Charlotte's life was now spent on a cloud. Each day drifted by in a 
euphoric haze, waiting for the evening in which she'd either make 
love with Josephine or sleep with Emma. This was paradise: the two 
women she loved being so close. She'd concentrate on Josephine and 
her beautiful body, her wonderful jokes and the lovely way her tongue 
lingered over her clitoris. Or she could fix on Emma who despite 
never letting Charlotte touch her groin nowadays allowed much more 
license than before. How could life ever improve on this? 

Emma was in love too, Charlotte knew. But not, alas!, with 
her. She also had a dreamy air about her these days. An air of easy 
distraction. Her eyes would wander away with her thoughts. She was 
fairly sure that Emma had never been in love before, and it had always 
been clear that, despite the passion of their lovemaking, she'd never 
been in love with Harriett. Emma spent many nights each week with a 
teacher called Dorothy who lived a very long way away. But from her 
conversation it was pretty clear that it wasn't Dorothy who Emma 
loved. In fact, it seemed like a relationship that Emma was either 
already tired of or had regretted even beginning. Why then did she 
continue to see this Dorothy? Even though Emma's old lovers weren't 
visiting nearly as often as they used to, Charlotte was sure that they 
remained a viable alternative to Dorothy. 

However, it soon became impossible for Charlotte to hold off 
Josephine's entreaties that she come and visit Emma and Charlotte at 
her own flat. Charlotte couldn't just continue visiting Josephine's 
rather small flat when her own flat was both larger and more 
accessible. Charlotte loved every inch of Josephine's home. She loved 
every cushion, every joss-stick holder, and she and Josephine had 
names for all the fluffy toys that lay around the place. The teddies, the 
gollies, the trolls and other evidence of the very soft under-belly of 
Josephine's character. Often the two of them would just lie together 
cuddling up close to whatever fluffy toy was at hand, just happy to be 
in such a nursery of erotic joy together. 

Josephine was starring in a few episodes of a soap opera on 
one of the sex stations - but not St Denis Street nor on Harlot TV at 
all. The plot sounded very silly, but it troubled Charlotte that 
Josephine had to make love with several men and women in the 
process of filming the series. "It's only work!" assured Josephine. 
However, the studio was close to Charlotte's flat, so she had to relent 
to pressure and invite Josephine around for tea with herself and 
Emma, who would be at home that day. Charlotte reasoned that there 
was no cause for anxiety as things were and anyway Harriett working 
abroad ...where was it this week? The luxury casinos of Baku? 

And indeed, when Josephine arrived after work, all seemed to 
go well. Emma had volunteered to help Charlotte prepare the meal and 
throughout the preparation, they chatted just as much as friends as 
they'd ever done. Emma was fascinated by all that Charlotte told her 
about Josephine and on occasion she leaned over and kissed her, 
apparently moved by the depth of her passion. Charlotte wondered 
how her relationship with Emma would continue. Josephine had often 
talked about her, and how much she had appreciated Emma's 
lovemaking and, of course, that of Harriett. But she often said that 
whereas with Harriett, she could see the actor, there was something 
essentially genuine about Emma's sexual performance. 

Emma talked to Josephine like an old friend as soon as she 
arrived, and indeed as the evening progressed, with each course, 
Charlotte began to feel that her unfocussed dread had been fully 
justified. Bit by bit, she felt increasingly isolated from the general drift 
of conversation. Why was this? she wondered. Why couldn't she get 
into the general flow of chat? Perhaps, she reasoned, it was because 
Emma and Josephine were just inherently more interesting people than 
her. Emma was now a successful executive producer, famous for her 
nude promotion of Harlot TV and Josephine was an actress, destined, 
Charlotte was sure, for fame and fortune. 

Her fears almost overwhelmed her, as she saw with horror 
Emma use her new practised skills of seduction to ease conversation 
and activity around sex. She reminded Josephine of their first sexual 
encounter and stroked Josephine's knee in a way that promised more. 
And then Charlotte saw the two girls move off together, Emma's arm 
around Josephine's waist to where sure enough Josephine would begin 
to take her clothes off and the two would make love. 

"Don't leave Charlotte," protested Josephine, as Emma eased 
up the white tee-shirt over her neck to reveal the white brassiere 
underneath. 

"Charlotte?" queried Emma, turning around to look at 
Charlotte sitting disconsolately at the table in front of a collection of 
cheese, biscuits and a glass of half-finished wine. 

"Doesn't Charlotte ever join in when you and Harriett make 
love?" wondered Josephine pulling a knee-length white sock off her 
leg to reveal a shapely white foot. 

"Well," commented Emma cautiously. "Well, ... no." 

"Why not?" 

"I don't know. It's just never seemed right." 

Josephine stood up, wearing just one sock and a pair of 
knickers. "It doesn't seem right without her!" she exclaimed in a way 
that showed disapproval for Charlotte's exclusion. She walked up to 
Charlotte and leaned over, her breasts dangling, a beautiful rosette of 
nipple on each, and kissed her full on the lips. Then, she pulled 
Charlotte out of her seat by the arms and dragged her over to Emma. 

And so it was, that for the first time, Charlotte made love to 
Emma. Admittedly, it was together with Josephine, but this didn't 
seem to lessen her shyness. From what Charlotte had seen of Emma's 
usual love sessions, Charlotte's presence appeared to act as a restraint 
on the sexual games that were played. It was much more like the 
gentle love she and Josephine indulged in. Although Emma forced her 
forefinger up Charlotte's wet and ready anus, and both she and 
Josephine put tongues and fingers as deeply inside Charlotte's vagina 
as it was possible to go, there were no dildos, sex toys or anything like 
that. Of the two lovers, Charlotte wasn't sure whom she preferred. 
This was a peculiar thought, Charlotte reflected, as she deeply loved 
both women - but the two were very different as sexual partners. 
Emma was the more adventurous and the one most keen on 
penetration. Josephine, like her clothes, was more reserved, and also 
the more tender. 

The three made love for hours and eventually collapsed on 
Charlotte's bed. At moments, she was kissing Josephine deep inside 
her mouth, while Emma played around in some mysterious hidden 
way with her vagina. And then her teeth were nibbling on Emma's 
clitoris, while Josephine was stroking her buttocks and groin. 

If there's a heaven, contemplated Charlotte as she gasped yet 
again from yet another orgasm of passion which could surely be heard 
in all the adjacent flats. If there's a heaven, she continued 
contemplating, glancing down at her two lovers tongues around her 
groin, supporting her wet and sticky torso in their naked arms. If 
there's a heaven, then it must be like this!

One of the unanticipated penalties of spending her working 
hours in the nude, Charlotte discovered, was that the battering she was 
getting these days around her groin could not be easily hidden. The 
swollenness of her vagina after an evening of sex with Emma or with 
both Emma and Josephine just could not be disguised. Neither too 
could the bite marks around her clitoris or on the top of her thighs.  
Nor could she hide the bruise she'd somehow inflicted on herself 
while Emma was guiding her body to yet more torturous demands. 
And when, on a whim, Emma suggested that she'd find Charlotte 
more attractive if she had no hair on her crotch, Charlotte now shaved 
her crotch every morning, an affectation that was impossible to hide 
for long at the office. She had to invent an allergy to explain her new 
appearance, but anyone who cared to look at all carefully at her 
battered body could see that it was best explained by the demands of 
lovemaking. 

Charlotte was extremely surprised when Emma first suggested 
she shave in this region. Surely it went against the grain of her naturist 
views: her uncut hair, her unshaven armpits and her vegetarianism. 
And it was noticeable that Emma didn't shave off her own pubic hair. 
But any sacrifice she made for Emma was surely worthwhile, and she 
didn't begrudge it at all. And, anyway, she was sure it increased 
Charlotte's passion for her. 

Most nights Emma wasn't at home and Charlotte assumed that 
she wasn't lying when she said that it was because she was sleeping 
with Dorothy. Charlotte couldn't understand the attraction that 
Dorothy was exercising, but she felt it must have something to do with 
Emma's curious moods, her long gazes into the distance and this 
heightened passion for sex. Perhaps, it might explain Emma's new 
fascination for shaven groins. Or maybe this increased need to swamp 
herself in erotic pleasure. 

Most of Charlotte's nights were spent with Josephine who had 
no difficulty in sharing her lover's affection with Emma. Perhaps it 
was because Josephine could see that Emma was not in love with 
Charlotte, and was therefore no threat in that way. Perhaps it was 
because she could see that the continued ambivalence of their 
relationship caused Charlotte so much distress. Josephine was 
definitely a comfort to Charlotte. They spent many hours holding each 
others naked bodies. Watching television. Talking. Sometimes just in 
silence. It was Josephine who made Charlotte's life whole and who 
ensured that she didn't get depressed about the way her deep passion 
for Emma was reciprocated only in a physical (perhaps even too 
physical) way. 

However much she loved Josephine, and she loved Josephine 
dearly, Charlotte was still besotted by Emma. How can it be possible, 
wondered Charlotte, as she mused on this, to love two people so much 
and at the same time? She needed the nights with Emma when she was 
thrown roughly onto the carpet, carrots and courgettes inserted up her 
vagina, the little drip of blood when they'd been a little too rough, that 
wasted, wet and dripping feeling as the hours of lovemaking drained 
her of all moisture and energy. 

"Susan's coming this evening," Emma announced to Charlotte 
when she returned home from work, and was throwing off her clothes. 

"Susan?" wondered Charlotte who'd not seen the oriental girl 
for a long time and assumed she'd not be visiting again. 

"Yes," Emma said mysteriously. "I invited her." 

"For dinner?" 

"And sex," said Emma, having no patience for avoiding the 
crux of the subject. "I've been thinking that what I need might be her." 

"Oh?" said Charlotte sadly. 

"And you will stay and watch, won't you?" asked Emma with a 
weary smile, knowing that Charlotte could never refuse her anything. 
Charlotte nodded resignedly and then the two girls went into the 
kitchen to prepare a bean lasagne for dinner. Emma explained to 
Charlotte that she'd recently been thinking about Susan and, stroking 
Emma's bare crotch, she'd also been thinking of shaving off Susan's 
pubic hairs. Charlotte couldn't really see why Emma should get so 
much erotic pleasure out of such a small thing, but she nodded her 
head. 

Emma and Charlotte finished cooking before Susan arrived, 
and made passionate love together in front of the television. Emma's 
imagining I'm Susan, thought Charlotte as Emma pushed her fingers 
deep inside her anus. And when Susan arrived, a bit shy towards 
Charlotte, she could see that Emma was somehow more solicitous 
towards her than she'd ever been before. Susan tried, however, to 
disengage herself from Emma's attention and affix herself on 
Charlotte whom she touched shyly but affectionately. 

"Oh! You've shaved your vagina!" she exclaimed. "It does 
look odd! Emma's asked me to come so that she can shave off my 
crotch. I agreed, of course, but more to see you than anything else. 
Why is Emma so keen on shaved crotches though?" 

Charlotte didn't know but she didn't want to appear too 
ignorant of her lover's feelings. "Emma's been seeing this older 
teacher a lot recently. I think she's learnt some pretty odd things from 
her." 

Susan nodded, as if this somehow explained it.  

After dinner, Susan took off her clothes in a number of quick 
movements, practice learnt from her career as a porn star. Charlotte 
noticed with a pang that Emma seemed excited at the sight of Susan's 
tiny breasts, slim figure and narrow hips. Then Emma gently sat Susan 
down in a chair and parted her legs, so that the whole of her vagina 
was revealed. Then, using Charlotte's shaving foam and brush, she 
lightly lathered the hair around the groin.  

Charlotte stood back to watch the care and attention Emma 
was paying to Susan's crotch as she shaved it with her safety razor. 
Susan also watched with a slightly puzzled expression as the hair 
came off with each scrape of the blade. When Emma finished, she 
lightly washed off the foam and splashed it with water to remove the 
loose cuttings of hair and shaving foam. Susan and Charlotte looked 
bemusedly at Susan's now bare crotch. It was very smooth, revealing 
the folds of her labia around a somewhat larger vagina than might 
have seemed possible for such a small girl. 

Susan smiled at Charlotte and then, curiously shyly, at Emma. 
"My crotch hasn't been like that since I was a child!" she announced. 

Somehow this statement excited Emma, and it was in no time 
at all that Charlotte witnessed the two girls roll over onto the carpet 
and make love. And such ferocious passion as well. It was frightening 
to watch. How could Emma have so much energy? And what was the 
passion that exercised her as she bit and pummelled away at Susan's 
bare crotch which was fast accumulating bite marks and bruises. Even 
Susan seemed frightened by Emma's passion. It was unrelenting and 
nearly violent. Or perhaps it was violent. Charlotte didn't feel, as she 
most often did when she watched Emma make love with someone 
else, that she wanted to be actively involved. 

In fact, her feelings were very much more with the bruised and 
dazed Susan who later that evening she took to bed with her, while 
Emma, uncharacteristically and perhaps brusquely, went to bed by 
herself. It seemed to Charlotte as she watched Emma leave that she 
was rather unhappy. Whatever it was she'd hoped to gain from her 
lovemaking with Susan hadn't been achieved. And was it the sound of 
Emma crying or sobbing that Charlotte occasionally heard during the 
night? as she held a strangely silent Susan to her. She looked like 
someone who had been used and discarded, and Susan didn't seem to 
have relished the experience. Although the two girls didn't exactly 
make love, they stroked their shaven crotches, their thoughts 
elsewhere, but somehow Charlotte was sure, focused on the same 
woman. 

What was the trouble with Emma these days? Charlotte 
wondered. Why can't my love for her make her feel better? Am I the 
one at fault or is it she? It was several hours until Charlotte could fall 
asleep, knowing that the morning would come too soon and she would 
not feel much better for only a few brief hours of sleep. 


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