Better than Chocolate

By Susie Ray

Women loving Women short stories

 

Better than Chocolate

Ginny has a thing for her language teacher, the sexy Mademoiselle Lafayette, and is keen to do anything to get into her good books, but she couldn't have known where it would lead. She earns her lesbian badge, and no, it doesn't contravene any student teacher relationship rules, but it's only sex, divine, though it may be.

Her real story begins later, when she makes good use of her excellent language skills, and she finds, just how much more, loving can add to her sexual experiences.

 

Love Match

Kat has admired Maggie from a distance, but when Maggie's doubles tennis partner has an accident on County Championship weekend, and Maggie calls upon Kat to stand in, she doesn't know how to say no. She discovers that there is a lot she can't say no to, even though she thinks that Maggie is in a different league to her.

 

Accidental Lesbian

May doesn't think she could possibly be a lesbian, until Lesley, her best friend's cousin proves otherwise in one night of passion. It isn't until an accidental meeting with Nora, that she gets a chance to practice her new skills, and pet names for each other, aren't the only things they exchange…

 

Companion

Has Zoe's luck, finally run out, or is to just beginning? Her application for the position of Companion to Emily, is a desperate act, as she is about to lose her home, but she cannot bring herself to lie or even exaggerate her experience and she is brutally honest. Emily sees her candour as refreshing and invites Zoe for an interview – but where will it lead?

• Language: English
• Publisher: S-Ray Press
• Release date: Mar 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201071493

Susie Ray

Susie Ray Author bio I love to read and lose myself in stories conjured up by the written word – I am a mature individual, but I can still recall love’s first sweet kiss and the sting of rejection; the elation of being brought alive, by another’s caress, or tender words. I write sapphic stories for my own pleasure as well as hopefully that of the reader, and my head is full of ideas and storylines that are desperate to be shared. Admittedly, it was a freebie, but the first sapphic tale I read, left me feeling wanting and empty. I thought ‘I could do better than that’, and I did! My stories draw on a lifetime of experiences and places I have visited, so there is always a piece of ‘me’ in them. My preference is for short stories; tales, in bite-size portions, although some topics, simply require a novella to do them justice. I feel my writing skill has improved and grown with me over time and I am pleased to offer some of my work for your pleasure. Come lose yourself for a while, like I do when I’m writing…

Book preview

Better than Chocolate

Chapter 1

Being a lesbian isn’t something I had ever considered myself to be. Oh, the signs were all there and I recognised that I was ‘different’ from quite an early age. That and the fact that I have never had a boyfriend, or even the remotest inclination to get one, but to me being a lesbian was something almost exotic and only read about in books, although I do accept that the world seems more tolerant these days.

Mademoiselle Lafayette could have had me admitting my true nature, but as well as being my German language teacher, she was a model of virtue. She probably guessed that I had a huge crush on her, and at the time, I thought she encouraged me, but hindsight is a wonderful thing. I now realise that she only encouraged me to be the best student I could be, and that her interest was purely academic. It amazed me that as well as mastering English on top of her native French tongue, that she was perfectly fluent in German too – I daydreamed about what other talents she possessed?

Having missed most of one year’s worth of education due to an accident when I was a mere girl, meant I was held over for another year and always therefore, the oldest in class – I was more mature than my classmates who, to a girl, practically swooned at the so-called ‘dishy’ geography teacher, Mr Davies, giving me a clear field in my endeavours to attract the attention of said Mlle Lafayette, all to no avail, but it didn’t stop me from trying. To that end, I stayed on at school to improve my German, you understand, and I am nineteen next-birthday, in a few months.

When she asked me if I might perform a particular favour for her, naturally I was only too keen to oblige.

"One of the new in-take of students’ parents has asked the headmistress if the school can do anything to help her shy daughter to make the transition any easier. Molly Saunders is the student’s name. The head has asked me to see what I can do and you came to mind immediately. Could you take her under your wing and look out for her, for me?"

Anything that made Mlle Lafayette think of me has to be a bonus and naturally I agreed, without hesitation, as well as the knowledge that I am doing her a favour... Molly was indeed very shy, almost painfully so, but she seemed pleasant enough and not too much of a baby that I would be lumbered with. In fact, we hit it off right away and she became like a cousin or similar close relative. She wasn’t fazed by having the ear of the most senior student at school and for once the rest of her year appeared to be quite adult about it.

That is how I met Claire, Molly’s Mum. My expectations were shattered that first time, she looked like a mere girl herself, how could she be Molly’s mother? I discovered that she was actually twenty-seven and had given birth to Molly whist she was still at school herself. Perhaps I took my duties too seriously, but I found it quite a novelty having a friend older than myself, a woman, at that, especially one who was grateful for me taking care of Molly.

Claire was very touchy-feely with Molly and as I became a regular guest for meals after school, her trait quickly came to include me. I convinced myself that she was just acting like Molly’s big-sister, and I slipped into the role very easily.

But all good things must come to an end, and finally I couldn’t honestly delay leaving school any longer. University is an option and my grades are good enough to get me in, but I feel a need to put my toe in the water of working for a living. My father is getting on and I cannot expect him to support me forever – Dad says it doesn’t matter, but if I am ever to explore my sexuality, I have to make a clean break and as much as he loves me, I cannot imagine breaking such startling news to him. I think he might be okay with it, but I am not prepared to risk alienating him, should it go badly.

Claire has encouraged me to come clean with Dad, but whilst I appreciate her opinion, I’m not sure I can go through with it. For some reason, I have been able to be honest with Claire about, you-know-what, well we are like family, after all. I do see the irony in these words, but honestly, he’s, my dad!

At least Molly has settled down into her second year and is holding her own, but I like to keep in touch and I accept the offer of lunch from her mother and will stay until Molly gets home.

Have you thought any more about telling your dad, Ginny? Claire asks.

A bit, but I think I will wait until I am at least sure of my sexuality.

You mean you haven’t, you know, not even with the sexy Mlle Lafayette?

God no, she’s, my teacher!

"Correction, she was your teacher – she is fair game now surely?"

It’s really not that black and white and besides, since I don’t see her every day, the attraction is slipping.

So, you think you might not be gay after all or is there someone else on the scene?

Hardly, I seem to spend all my spare time with you and Molly and I happen to know that Molly has a healthy appetite for boys.

Really, tell me more! Claire seemed intrigued.

Sorry, that would mean betraying a confidence. Why don’t you ask her yourself?

I CAN’T RECALL EXACTLY what was said or how it happened, but Claire and I ended up in her bed and I now know, I am definitely a lesbian and either she is bi- or she is one too. I haven’t had time to think about how Molly fits into all this. Claire was like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed, and apparently so was I, but not any, more. All that pent-up inertia was spent in the most glorious of ways that I feel I should keep to myself, but I have never felt anything remotely like this, ever and I am bursting to tell all...

Claire initiated our first kiss, but I met her half way and her lips taste like something that should surely be reserved for the gods. The instant our lips joined, I swear, I felt sparks flying to my brain and then all outlying areas, giving me something better than an adrenalin rush and I am on fire with need. Claire knows exactly how to quench my flames of desire and her caress is so tender, so amazing and focuses my desire to my very core, where her fingers work a mystical magic that has me screaming approval, yet needing more.

The few times I have tried masturbation pale into insignificance as she fills my very essence. I expected to be shy on my first time, but I am a wanton harlot begging for more, more fingers, more caresses, more kisses, just more... Claire surely has to be an experienced lover as she brings meaning to my erstwhile half-life that I had come to accept as the norm, but not now. I have tasted the forbidden fruit and I am hooked. I should be worried that Molly might come home and discover me with her mother, but my head is floating somewhere outside my body and reason, is the last thing I care about.

My lover – doesn’t that sound epic? My lover cocoons me in her embrace as reality slowly permeates me and brings me down to earth, not with a bang, but a glorious shudder.

Chapter 2

OVER TIME, WHEN THE opportunity presents, I learn how to reciprocate and respond to my lover’s touch as well as her needs. This is a new school I have entered and Claire is my wonderful teacher, even Mlle Lafayette has been brought into perspective, but I was just a child then. Now I am all woman, thanks to Claire. Oddly, love hasn’t muscled in and tried to spoil what we have and we attempt to play it cool when Molly is home, but I think she suspects something, especially as I am always there when she gets home from school. Claire inviting me to stay with them for a few weeks, gives us ample chance to explore our needs and Molly hasn’t mentioned the sleeping arrangements.

Eventually I graduate my new school and I have to begin seriously looking for work, a career and so on. Dad is pleased to have me back home anyway, while I am busy writing after all kinds of employment and any spare time is spent with Claire as we try to ease ourselves from the needs, we elicit in each other. I could never have wished for a better introduction to my sexuality and at least I have nothing to prove on that score – I am a lesbian! Not out and proud, yet, but one day...

NATURALLY, CLAIRE AND I became very close and she confided in me one sunny afternoon as we eased back into reality, with Molly due home in about an hour.

I was raped by a fellow student on my fourteenth birthday – he had acquired some wine and suggested we have our own private birthday party. I honestly don’t believe I encouraged him, but the alcohol made the fine details all a blur. Molly was the result and although my family insisted, I should give her up for adoption, the moment she burst into my world, the moment I saw her and held her, I knew I couldn’t do it.

She was just so perfect, so beautiful... I honestly don’t know if my only encounter with a male has influenced my sexuality, but I have vowed to myself that I will be in full control of any and all future endeavours. I fear I may have kept her from the harsh realities of life and I am ever grateful that you helped her fit in. I have never told anyone else, that, but somehow, I know you understand. She beamed at me confirming the special place she holds for me.

Knowing how she lets herself go when I trigger the wanton hussy in her, empowers me, because her trust in me is absolute. It could be so easy to love her, but just as my guard drops, she rolls me over and tells me,

Your turn to ride the wild wind! And wow, does she mean it as she banishes all thoughts from my world except, carnal pleasure.

We have made a pact to look out for each other’s family should anything dreadful happen, but neither of us expect that to become reality – we are so young, relatively and we feel invincible, especially when we couple.

IN A WAY, I WISH I hadn’t made such a great effort of my job applications, as offers of interviews begin falling on the mat, cutting my time with Claire, and Molly, short.

You have your life ahead of you, go get them tiger! Her encouragement is a double-edged sword.

Claire is very supportive and understanding, and a tiny part of me sees her as the mother figure that I haven’t had since childhood, which makes me feel rather awkward, given what we have been to each other. Perhaps that was the beginning of the end of our romps – is this what being an adult feels like?

ONCE I GET INTO MY stride, I become someone else altogether as I try my best to convert my job applications into serious offers. I am not applying under false pretences, per se, I simply adopt a more serious side of me that comes across better for just such occasions. Ultimately, I have a choice to make, accept local employment with little prospects other than staying with my dad and near Claire, or move away for a dream opportunity. I could simply cave in and ask their opinions, or do the more mature thing and work it out for myself.

I already know what Dad’s and Claire’s response would be; to grab the opportunity with both hands and see where it leads, so why should I burden them with my problem?

A management trainee with an up-and-coming advertising agency, with German partners fits the bill nicely, and it is only a hundred or so miles from home, so I accept gladly and make plans to move there. I can always return home at weekends to see Dad, and Claire.

There is so much to do and sort out, temporary digs, and such, that my life suddenly becomes very full and I discover my work ethic – to show willing and volunteer for anything that’s going, to create a good impression and prove the employer’s confidence in me is not wasted. It is fully two months before I head home for the weekend and dad is beside himself to see his little girl, all grown-up and making her way in the world.

Molly is delighted to see me and we catch-up, but Claire is a different story – she seems distant, almost cold and I begin to suspect how a tiny bird must feel when its parents banish it from the nest and their territory. It comes as a shock that someone who has been the centre of your world, caring for all your needs, suddenly turns their back on you, expecting you to make your own choices from now on. Perhaps it is just her way of coping, but I will never forget the times we shared and how she brought me alive – nothing can take that from me.

I HAVE TRIED A COUPLE of dates on Tinder, when my needs have been high, but I am not ready to give a serious relationship the effort it needs to succeed – there is one girl in the office, who I think belongs to my ‘club’, but wanting to keep a low profile in that area, I haven’t risked making her close acquaintance.

My line manager called me into his office today and I have to admit I am nervous, have I done something wrong, or been perceived as not trying hard enough? It’s times like this that I feel lonely, with no-one to confide in and get support from. I take a deep breath as I knock and enter his domain.

"Miss Cartwright,