Emma Ch 11

XI

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 could 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 Emma'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.