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Emma's Vase

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel

Romantic Sex Story: Emma's friend Jenna was curious about the history of Emma's vase. The story Emma tells helps define their friendship.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Lesbian   Fiction   Illustrated   .

Jenna admired one of Emma’s vases. “Do you ever put anything in it?” she asked.

“It was my roommate’s” Emma said. “It has a kind of sordid history. When she moved out, she left the vase, and a few months later I discovered a used condom inside.”

“Oh yuck,” Jenna said. “Do you know whose it was?”

“Not for sure,” Emma said. “I cleaned the vase out, but I never felt like putting anything in it. I’m not sure why I even kept it. Maybe in case my roommate ever wanted it back. But I think the statute of limitations on that has expired.”

“So what are you going to do? Just toss it?”

After some thought, Emma set the vase on the arm of the armchair in which Jenna was sitting.

Jenna looked at Emma. “It doesn’t look like it’s balanced very well,” she remarked.

“Right,” Emma said. “One little nudge might send it over the edge. But maybe it wouldn’t break. Maybe it would bounce. Or maybe it would shatter into a million pieces. Or maybe it would just crack. Let’s find out.”

“You really want me to do it?”

“Do it!” said Emma.

Jenna touched the curved surface of the edge with her finger. A gentle touch. Not enough to send it over the side. “There are some more possibilities,” she said.

“Oh? Like what?”

“Well ... Like you said, maybe it will bounce. Or shatter. Or crack. But maybe an alien owl will swoop down and snatch it up and carry it off.”

“Aha!” Emma exclaimed. “I bet that’s what’s going to happen.”

“Or maybe,” Jenna continued, “ ... maybe it’s so light, light as air, that it just hangs there, neither falling nor rising. Perfectly suspended.”

“I like your alien owl idea better,” Emma said.

“Right,” Jenna declared. She poked the vase.

Naked girl kneeling on chair with a vase on the chair’s arm

It fell. It neither shattered nor bounced. It didn’t hang suspended, and an alien owl did not swoop down and snatch it up and carry it off. It hit the carpet and cracked into two not quite equal pieces.

 
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