Date: Sat, 05 Jul 2003 10:12:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Jill and Yvonne (Adult Friends F/F)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
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                          Jill and Yvonne
                                By
                               Jan


	It was six years ago that Jill met Yvonne.  Jill was having
dinner at the Brianston Rooms, a small cafe at the top of the
only department store in Newport, Gwent.  It was a popular
eating place in those days, as such it usual it was crowed. She
had left work to have dinner and was a little depressed or just
feeling a little low.

	Jill was sitting at a small table for two.  She was eating
her dinner while reading the daily newspaper when a voice
interrupted her thoughts.

	"Excuse me.  Is this seat taken?"

	Jill looked up into the eyes of a smiling female.  The
woman was wearing a mustard-colored suit that complimented
her blonde hair perfectly.  She had on a cream colored blouse
under the jacket.  Her ample breasts more than filled the blouse
and appeared in danger of spilling over the top of her bra.

	Jill's eyes were fixed on the woman's bust and her mind
was drifting when the woman spoke a second time.

	"Is this seat taken?"

	"I'm sorry, Yes.uh.No!  I mean no one is sitting
there!" Jill chuckled at her own foolishness and childish
response.

	The woman took the chair and thanked Jill for allowing
her to sit with her.  It is just so crowded that it would take so
long to get a single table.  She introduced herself as Yvonne.
She told Jill that she lived in Bristol, a town some forty miles
away and that she worked for Saxone, a shoe shop.  She was
visiting their Newport store.

	They were having a pleasant chat while they waited for
the waitress to stop by and take their order.

	Somehow Jill got through the dinner without conveying
the way she was feeling about her (at least she thought she was
discrete).  They learned a lot about each other.  Yvonne was
twenty-four at the time.  Her measurements were 35 25 36.  She
had the most gorgeous blue eyes.  Jill was attracted to her
immediately.

	Yvonne found out that Jill was twenty years old.  She
was a natural brunette, with 36, 27, 38 measurements.  Jill felt
that she was getting a little to fat.

	Jill had deliberately lingered over her meal in order to
finish about the same time as Yvonne.  Once they both had
finished she pulled out her cigarettes and offered Yvonne one.
Her new friend accepted and when Jill lit her cigarette lighter
she leaned across and held her hand as she lit her cigarette.  Jill
thought she held her hand longer than need be. Not that she
minded. Her main concern was that she would notice how
nervous she was.

	They paid the waitress together and when that was over,
reluctantly, Jill stood up to leave.

	"Where's the Ladies here, Jill?"  Yvonne asked.

	The question was manna for heaven.  Jill smiled at her
and said, "I need a pee too, I'll show you."

	Jill led the way from the dinning-room to the Ladies
Room.  It was full and there was a small queue (line) for the
cubicles.  Eventually one opened and Jill gestured for Yvonne
to go in first.  Yvonne gestured for Jill to go first.  They ended
up going into the same cubicle together.

	There wasn't a lot of room in the cubical. Jill had gone in
last.  Yvonne was nearer the bowl.  Jill insisted she go first.
Smiling Yvonne handed Jill her shoulder bag.  Jill watched as
she slid her skirt up, right up to her waist without any modesty
at all.  She pulled her cream panties down to her knees.  She
seemed to favour that color.

	Jill felt incredibly thrilled, and she was already wet in her
panties.  She watched as Yvonne peed.  Jill looked at her thighs
and wanted so much to stroke and caress them.  When she was
finished and she was pulling her panties up it was her turn.

	Handing Yvonne's bag to her along with her own Jill
lifted her own dress up and lowered her panties before sitting
on the toilet.  Jill looked up at Yvonne's beautiful blue eyes and
asked, "Do you have to get back to Bristol in a hurry?"

	"I have to return today.  I have a long-standing
appointment."  She said.

	Jill's heart broke at that, but then she added,

	"I'm free tomorrow and I would love to have a meal and
take in a film or something with you."

	The (or something) stuck in Jill's mind at once.

	"Why don't you come over to Bristol, theirs is a larger
variety of entertainment over there." She said.

	That was all Jill needed.  Before they left the toilet they
had made a date to meet at Temple Meads Station at 10:00 AM
the next day.

	The very next day Jill caught the train to Bristol.  She had
made love to quite a few girls before including, her mother but
the thought of meeting Yvonne had caused her to have a
sleepless night.  On the train to Bristol she wasn't aware of any
thing or any body, even the request by the train inspector for
her ticket startled her.

	When the train arrived at Temple Meads station and she
stepped onto the platform her stomach sank.  She did not see
Yvonne.  Her stomach seems to lurched, the tongue was dry,
even breathing seems hard.  Had she been stood up?

	Temple Meads is a big station with four separate
platforms.  The station wasn't busy at ten o'clock in the
morning.  The commuter rush was long past.

She felt ill, especially when she realized that she had no
phone number and no home address for Yvonne.  All she knew
was that Yvonne worked for the large shoe retailer Saxone.  .

	She walked up and down the platform hoping and
wanting in desperation.  She glanced at her watch and decided
to wait another five minutes.  She figured she would make for
Saxone's in the Broadmead shopping center.  It was about ten
minute walk from the station.

	 Jill needed to go to the toilet but Bristol is a modern
station and the toilets are in the concourse under the platforms.
That would mean she would have to leave the platform and that
she didn't want to do.  She turned to walk up the platform for
the last time before heading for Saxone's when she heard the
voice.  It was unmistakable to Jill.  The lilting and sweet
sounding voice could only be Yvonne.  She turned and there
she was, standing at the top of the stairs leading to the
concourse.  She was smiling and waving.

	"Jill, hi, Jill." She said.

	"Yvonne!" Jill cried out as she ran towards her as
incredibly corny as it sounds.  That's how the meeting occurred.

	They did not care how it looked.  They only saw each
other.  With hearts pounding they rushed to meet each other.
There was a wild embrace and Jill kissed her on the lips, right
there on that station platform, for the entire world to see.  Jill
embraced the woman, with an intensity and feeling she had
never experienced before.  Yvonne was hugging Jill as tightly
and kissed her back.  Eventually they broke the embraced and
stood there grinning at each other like children.

	They went to the Ladies toilets.  There is a row of twelve
cubicles, all clean and sparkling.  That day one or two of the
cubicles were occupied.  They went into one as far from the
occupied cubicles as possibly.  Once the door was bolted they
went back into an embrace.  It was just as passionate as the one
on the platform but this time Jill was moving her hand rapidly,
urgently, under Yvonne's dress.  There was no sensitivity, no
tenderness just the urgent animal lust as she thrust two fingers
into her cunt.  Yvonne was so wet and waiting.

	Yvonne was doing the same thing to Jill.  As soon as she
touched Jill started to cum.  "Oohhh!"  Yvonne was groaning as
she entered Jill's cunt.  Jill squeezed her thighs together,
trapping the fingers inside her.  The moment lasted only briefly.
Love at this level rarely does last long.  It was enough for them
to feel sated and to calm down enough for them to leave the
toilet and walk from the station reasonably sanely.  Jill's need
to pee incidentally had vanished completely.

	They took a taxi to Yvonne's flat on the outskirts of
Bristol in an area called Fishponds.  Inside the door of the flat
they went back to kissing again.  Somehow they made there
way to Yvonne's bedroom, undressing each other as they went.

	Yvonne knelt and kissed the inside of Jill's thighs.  Jill's
legs were shaking as Yvonne pressed her head to her cunt.
When her tongue entered that trembling slit Jill thought she was
going to die.  They fell to the floor of the bedroom and Jill was
kissing Yvonne's cunt as they joined in a mutual act of
cunnilingus.  It was an act that they never wanted to end.  How
long it went on was unknown.  It was well into the evening,
there was no food, other than the food of their love.

	They were lying on the bed with Yvonne cuddled to Jill
as they watched the last rays of the evening sun casting patterns
on the wallpaper.

	"I just knew you'd be wonderful." Yvonne had
murmured.

	They became a couple that day, but it was another month
or so before Jill I moved into Yvonne's flat.  During that time
Jill commute to work in Newport.  She did eventually find
employment with the Civil Service in Bristol, transferring from
her previous post in Newport.

	One night they were in bed and after making love to each
other they lay there talking to each other about sex when
Yvonne asked Jill to tell her about how she found out about
women as she toyed with her breast.

	Jill thought about it for a short time.  Then she began her
story by telling her that she was brought up in a mining village
in the Gwent Valleys, Newbridge to be exact.  It was a very
rough coal-mining town.  It was the kind of place and women
and girls were simply treated like mindless playthings.  To put
it kindly, Jill saw her father drunk more often than sober.  He
beat is wife frequently.  The Victorian ethics were still the norm
in the 1970's, it was not considered right to for a woman to
divorce even an abusive husband in that part of England.

	Jill's father started abusing her when she was very
young.  He started feeling her up.  That progressed into getting
in bed with her.  He didn't even bother making excuses to his
wife.  He would simply mount her in her bed and fuck her until
he climaxed, wipe his wet dick on her body and closing the
door behind his naked ass as he returned to his wife's bed.

	When Jill started to go to school the boys and the girls
played together as every boy and girl eventually does.  She was
familiar with both sexes from the age of about nine.  It was just
childish sexual exploration for the most part.  Jill never told
anyone what her father was doing to her or let on she knew
more about sex than they did.

	Jill's first experience with a girl that went all the way was
when she was eleven.  Her best friend was a girl named Gwen.
They used to stay at each other's home on some weekends.  At
least when Gwen was staying with Jill her father didn't visit her
bedroom during the night.

	One time they were lying on the bed in her room and Jill
just suddenly kissed Gwen.  They had never kissed before, well,
not like the way she was doing now. Suddenly they were
kissing each other and feeling under each other's clothing and
they slid their knickers down so they could felt each other.
Looking back it was just juvenile groping but it felt wonderful,
so different from the crude groping of boy's.

	Gwen put her finger in Jill's cunt and wiggled it about
and causing her to become really wet.  She then removed her
finger and sucked it and then Jill did the same to her.  They just
lay on the bed kissing and feeling each other for ages, until they
heard Jill's Mother shouting up the stairs that it was tea time.

	They couldn't wait for bedtime.  When they did go to bed
they don't slept at all.  They just made love to each other all
night.  The most wonderful time was when Jill kissed Gwen on
the cunt and put her tongue up inside of her.

	After that night Gwen and Jill just couldn't seem to want
a day to go by without being together.  Sex was not everything
to them, just being together made them so happy.

	Shortly after Jill and Gwen started their love affaire, Jill
was staying home because she felt ill.  She had had a tummy
upset.  Mum had been to the local shops to get some groceries
and the newspaper.  When she came home she ran up the stairs
and dropped her handbag on the floor.  Jill saw her going
directly to the bathroom through her open bedroom door.  She
was pulling up her skirt as she rushed towards the bathroom.

	The bathroom door was half-open so Jill heard her peeing
rapidly then she gasped and shit with a loud splashing
discharge.  Jill got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  Her
Mum had her coat and her skirt up around her waist and her
panties down on her knees.

	Jill asked her what was the matter?  Mum told her that
she had the runs real bad.  Jill went into the bathroom and saw
that she had actually fouled her panties.  Mum asked her to help
her get her knickers off because she feared that they might soil
her other clothes.  Jill knelt and carefully took her panties down
and off her feet.  Jill rinsed them in the sink and then dropped
them in the soiled linen basket.

	Mom suddenly reached out and kissed her, thanking her
for helping out when she felt so bad.  She shit again and it went
on for a long time before she was finished.  Mum wiped her
bum and she kissed and cuddled Jill for a while.

	The bathroom smelled of runny shit that lingered even
after she flushed the toilet.  Afterwards, Mum wanted to take a
bath.  Jill helped her undress and bathe. It was strange to bathe
her Mum like she was the child but she could not deny that she
enjoyed seeing and touching her mothers naked body.  She even
helped her dry off afterwards.

	Mum led Jill to her bedroom and took her to bed with
her.  She cuddled with her as she undressed her.  She was
almost in tears as she told Jill how her father often came to bed
and made her suck his cock after he had fucked her child.  He
smelled of her daughter's cunt and the aroma made the woman
excited in spite of herself.  She would eagerly suck his shaft and
capture the remnants of his incest in her mouth. Mum
encouraged Jill to feel her pussy as she talked and the feeling
was wonderful.  Jill found herself moving her face closer to her
mother's cunt.  She felt a chill run through her body as she
placed her mouth over the hairy slit and slipped her tongue into
the soft flesh of the cunt.  Mum was hanging onto Jill's hair as
she humped her way through a climax.  Then she reversed
positions with Jill and sucked her young breasts and down her
body until she was sucking her daughter's pussy.  It was a very
exciting afternoon.

	As Jill grew up there were many other times when Mum
and she went to bed together.  Jill has loved women ever since
that first day with her Mother.  She even developed a taste for
following her lover's to the bathroom.  What better way to
show her love for them than to let them sit on her lap and shit or
pee between her legs!

	As she finished her story she rolled over to face Yvonne
and kissed her on the mouth.  She placed her hand between her
lover's legs and sought out her love button.  Then she pleaded
with Yvonne to tell her about her introduction into the life.

	Yvonne told her that she was born in Street, Somerset, on
August 12th, 1967.  Her childhood was not something that she
wound like to recall too much.  Her father was, to put it bluntly,
an overbearing and often cruel man.  In the home his word was
law, to be obeyed immediately.  Her mother, whom she loved
dearly, was a quiet and gentlewoman.  It remains a mystery to
her how such a refined person came to marry her father.  They
were poles apart in every aspect of life.

Yvonne went to boarding school in Glastonbury from the
age of eight and from there to public school at Roedean, near
Brighton.  It was at Roedean that she had her first experience of
being with woman.

	The first time is something that remains indelibly etched
in her memory.  After sports one morning she was late into the
changing rooms.  Most of the girls were already showered and
changed by the time she stripped off and went into the shower
room.

	That was when she saw her roommate and the field
hockey tutor together.  Clearly they hadn't seen her for they
were embracing each other.  They were kissing and cuddling up
real close.  The tutor was holding the roommate's hand down
between her legs.  She could see that her roommate (Sarah) was
pushing her finger into the tutor's pussy.

	The tutor, Miss Parry, a woman in her late thirties was
writhing under the feel of Sarah's fingers.  She was a tall
slender woman with dark hair.  She was pressing Sarah against
the tile shower wall as she thrilled to the masturbation efforts of
her student.

	As the water poured down over their bodies and they
were embracing, It just caught hold of Yvonne.  She found
herself fingering her own pussy and staring goggle eyed at
them.

	Her pussy soon became wet and she felt very strange in
her tummy, strange but nice.  This went on for a few minutes.
Suddenly Miss Parry turned and saw her in the doorway.  As
they broke away from each other Yvonne blabbered out an
apology and turned and ran out of the room.

	About an hour later she was ordered to report to Miss
Parry's study.  When she arrived at Miss Parry's, she was afraid
she was going to be in trouble for spying on her but Miss Parry
was not stern at all.  She did tell Yvonne it wasn't nice to stare
at people or to pry.  Yvonne explained that it was an accident
and that she had no intention of doing so.

	Miss Parry asked, "Have you ever kissed a woman
before?"

	Yvonne told her, "No!"

	Miss Parry casually walked across the room and locked
the study door.  Then she returned to stand in front of Yvonne
and without any word she kissed Yvonne very gently on the
lips.  It was a wonderful moment for the girl.  Miss Parry was
so soft and cuddly.  She asked the girl, "Did you like it?"

	Yvonne murmured, "Yes."

	She kissed the girl again but much harder this time.
Yvonne loved the feeling and when her tongue entered
Yvonne's mouth and touched hers she thought she would die.

	Yvonne was so wet she thought she had peed in her
knickers.  Of course it was no such thing.  It was the first time
she had climaxed.  Something that she knew little about at the
time.  As they kissed she touched Miss Parry's breasts through
her blouse.

	Miss Parry opened the blouse and pulled her bra down to
expose her tits and brought the girl's head down to them.  She
let out a groan as the girl kissed her nipples.  The nipples
hardened as the girl's tongue licked them.  Miss Parry pressed
the girl's head hard to them.

	Yvonne felt her hand go under her gym skirt and finger
her pussy through her knickers.  Miss Parry murmured that she
was so wet and then she slid Yvonne's knickers down.  She
touched the girl's pussy and then slid a finger into her.  It was
Yvonne's turn to groan.  Her tummy turned over as she clung
tightly to the woman.  The girl tentatively reached under the
woman's dress and touched her thigh above her stockings.  She
was so warm and soft.  She went higher to touched the crotch of
her panties and found that Miss Parry was as wet and warm
there as she was.

	Miss Parry guided the girl over to a couch in her study.
She asked Yvonne to undo her dress for her.  Yvonne did so
and helped slid the dress off her hips.  As it fell to the floor
around her feet Miss Parry pulled her panties down and
exposed her full growth of pubic hair to the astonished gaze of
this inexperienced girl.

	Yvonne looked at the pussy of a grown woman for the
first time in her life.  Miss Parry asked her to kiss her there so
she knelt down and pressed her lips into the moist hair.  Miss
Parry held the girl's head close against her cunt.  The smell of a
woman was deliciously thrilling to her.  When her tongue
touched the moist flesh hidden there under that thick mat of hair
for the first time Miss Parry started to tremble and pressed her
head tighter to her cunt.  Yvonne tasted the love juices from this
woman's flowing cunt and she was intoxicated by it.  Suddenly
they were sprawled on the couch and Miss Parry was kissing
her hungry pussy.  She didn't know how long they were lying
there licking and sucking each other like that but she recalled
the phone ringing and Miss Parry going to the desk to answer it.
Yvonne eyed the woman's bare arse and thought how she
would love to kiss it and run her tongue up and down its crack.
Alas the phone call meant the end of her first sexual experience.

	There were many more times that she was summoned to
Miss Parry's office.  She also began a regular lesbian
relationship with Sarah before she left Roedean.  On occasions
Miss Parry would invite both girls to visit her at the same time.
During those sessions she would teach her students about the
joys of the daisy chain and other erotic lesbian pleasures.

	With the telling of Yvonne's story the women could not
contain them selves any longer and it was Yvonne that took
charge.  She placed Jill on her back and got on top of her.  She
spread Jill's legs and placed her face in the valley.  She was
already sucking on the flesh as she swung her body around so
that she could straddle her head.

	Jill was looking up at her lover's dark patch of hair.  The
heat was increasing the strength of the odor was heady.  Jill
lifted her head and placed her mouth over the lips of the pubis.
She lapped at the valley and found the clitoris with her tongue.
She sucked on the clit as Yvonne was sucking on hers.

	Jill was looking up at her lover's arse as she sucked on
her cunt.  She could not resist reaching her arms around both of
her legs and pull the cheeks apart with her fingers. She
inspected the rose colored hole.  She traced the puckered
mound with her right fingertip, touching the few strands of
pubic hair ringing the hole.   Yvonne was unable to hold her
bottom still.  In her moving her butt around she caused the
finger to plunge into her arse.  Jill heard her moan into her cunt.
As Yvonne started to climax she bit on Jill's clitoris, causing
her to climax too.

	The two women continue their special relationship to this
day. As much as they love each other they both have a close
group of friends that they date from time to time.  They learned
to enjoy these friends individually and as a couple.



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