Date: Wed, 08 Sep 2004 22:49:28 +0100
From: KC
Subject: When East eats west part three

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not relate to any real
person. It is for adult appreciation and not for those under 18.


Over the coarse of the new term Gail and Satchko drifted apart though
they still met around Sondra's house once and a while for rough sex.
Gail took a job part time in an Italian restaurant to bring in a little
funds. She waited tables and made extra on tips. The men paid her a lot
of attention being a rather tall and blonde girl and she went out with
one or two of them. It was really away to feel as normal as any other
girl though in private she was relaxed with her newfound sexuality.

"The napkins are folded like little ducks, I know it seems stupid but it
adds to the decor". Isabella said as she leaned up from the table and
rubbed her hands on her hips. She instinctively did this as if to clean
her hands though she'd not touched any food.

Gail watched her carefully, the girl had such a lovely figure and very
soft delicate features. Of course she was off bounds as she was due to
marry the head chef.

"Can you show me again how to fold the napkins?" Gail asked.

Gail watched as the girls soft but strong hands folded the napkin very
artistically into a little duck. Then the girl made the duck paddle
through the air and giggled. Gail caught the giggles too and both girls
laughed to each other. Gail could smell the lovely perfume of the girl as
she moved close.

Later as they closed up the restaurant the girls spoke in a friendly way.

"I'm not sure about marrying Antonio but I cant stay single forever"
the girl said in her sweet half Italian half English accent.

"Do you love him?" Gail asked sheepishly. She was glad to be close to
the Isabella. Her long dark hair was very feminine and smelled sweetly of
fruit shampoo and a slight vegetable aroma. She also had a figure that
was slender but very upright and yet very very feminine.

"Of course I don't love him. You have to learn love." the girl said.

They washed up and locked up and both girls walked in the same direction.

"I stay in my fathers flat on Lockwood Street" the girl replied. Gail
had asked about accommodation.

"I'm still at University campus. I share a room with my girl^Åa girl."
Gail told her.

"would you like to see what a place of your own might be like" Isabella
asked.

"sure I'd love to" the Scots girl replied. Isabella was smiling at her
at a sideways glance. The girl looked magnificent with her blonde hair
blowing in the wind. Her white features were like a ghost but her green
eyes looked magnificently comfortable in the cold night air.

Later when they reached the flat Isabella showed Gail around who was
astounded by the size of the flat in this expensive city but Isabella
informed her that her cousins had come in handy with the decor of the
place which gave it a really plush look.

"would you like a glass of wine" Isabella asked.

"I really should be going back now" Gail replied.

"Oh I thought you could just stay here. I have a sofa bed you can use."
Isabella said. She really wanted some company other than family.

"If its okay. I don't have a change of underwear though." Gail thought
out loud.

"I can give you some of mine. Some of it is brand new anyway"

"Come through the room." she beckoned.

As Isabella changed out of her work clothes Gail put her chin on her own
shoulder and bent round to talk to Isabella catching a better view
through the mirror to the left of the girl.

"I like silk" she said "Its soft against the skin and so easy to relax
in".

"I cant really afford too many rich items just now" Gail replied.

"Oh try this on" Isabella threw Gail a box. "I've never worn it"

Gail opened the box. Inside was a red silk camisole. "its really nice".

She took of her coat and undid her work clothes with a feminine stance,
one foot in front of the other like a ballerina. She felt she had too
with Isabella's femininity challenging her own. Then she let slip her
skirt and top allowing the shirt to slide down her soft shoulders.
Isabella pulled her head back in a laugh and when she looked back at Gail
the girl could see how pretty she was. She had that long incredible hair
and was tall with athletic shoulders. Her eyes had that quality of slant
almost like the pictures of Cleopatra but much softer and with a deep
brown colour. Her nose was long and thin but had a delicateness to it as
if the girl spent all day rubbing it in flower petals. Her mouth was
naturally pouty but the lips seemed constantly wet. Then she seemed to
have naturally sucked in cheeks which sometimes flared out when she
wasn't smiling making her look unimpressed with everything.

Gail slipped of her black panties and bra making sure to cross her legs
and bend over curtly as she picked up the camisole. Isabella stepped
toward her and helped her put it on. A nipple belong to Isabella struck
Gail's chest and she let out the lightest gasp. "are you cold Gail?"
Isabella asked her. Isabella had this motion of moving constantly and
always making signs with her body. She twirled her hand as if she was
pointing at a switch. At least she wasn't offering more clothes. Gail
was comfortable as it was.

"Lets open a bottle of wine" she said.