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Julia lands a dream job with a top fashion lingerie house that leads her into a life of beautiful women and daring sexual exploits. In this autobiographical story, Julia explores her sexuality and her body as well as her new contacts. Gradually she pushed the boundaries of her experiences and enters a secret world of lesbian passion, sex and more.

This is a full length novel and this is Chapter 3 of 17. If you like this please let me know though the site and I'll post some more. It gets much hotter and the sex much more explicit but I'm keeping you guessing for now.

This is only as fictional as you want it to be but you will not recognise any of the names. Act out parts of my life if you wish, but be kind, stay safe and stay legal.

Chapter 3 (Wednesday)

I woke to find Kirsten placing her last few items into her overnight bag. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I must dash. I need to catch the 9:15 from King's Cross. I haven't had time to make you any breakfast. I had a restless night and overslept this morning." "Don't worry," I replied sleepily, and looked at the clock.

I sat bolt upright. "It's 8:30 and I need to be at PROM in an hour!" I leapt out of bed in time to blow Kirsten a kiss before she left. Stripping off, I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed myself quickly under a cold shower.

I wandered around the bedroom wondering what to wear, as I really did not know what to expect from my 'training days' at Passionella. I wanted to make a statement should I be asked to undress so I settled on the navy basque that I had chosen the previous day, with matching hipster briefs. I slipped on the basque and was glad that Fiona had recommended a front-fastening style - "they are much easier to put on if you are alone." I carefully attached all of the small hooks, choosing the looser of two settings for comfort, and breathing in to make it easier. I settled my breasts into the smooth, deep cups which came up high between them. I looked in the mirror to enjoy their shape; neither aggressively pushed together nor spread wide apart. Not that my boobs need much shaping, thank you very much, but I was fascinated by even the small changes that my new lingerie collection was having on my appearance. I pulled on the matching navy blue hipster briefs ? they were a little more brief than I had remembered - and dressed in a bright blue blouse and black skirt.

Quickly I looked in the mirror as time was getting short, almost as short as my skirt. Hmm, I really needed tights but they would spoil the effect of the basque, so it will have to be stockings. I didn't buy any but Kirsten had said I could borrow anything in the apartment so I searched through her drawers. Most were brimming with silk, lace and some of the most beautiful fabrics imaginable that felt so soft and sensual to my touch. Others contained papers, books and odds and ends, but no stockings. Then I opened one drawer beside her bed and found a few items of toiletries, several sets of batteries and two carved wooden boxes each about the size of a small shoebox. Just the sort of box in which a girl might keep her tights