Bitter Sweet: Women Loving Women

By Susie Ray

 

 

Bitter Sweet – Belinda is learning to cope with the loss of, Jenny, the love of her life – she knows that no-one else could ever come close and has no intentions of trying to find someone else. It doesn't help that she keeps recalling, just how they met and fell in love, as if trying to hold all chances for future happiness, at bay.

When she met Tess, and they got on well together, Belinda decided it was only fair to be up-front with her and tell her that there was nothing more than friendship on offer. Their friendship grew to the stage of sleepovers, sharing the same bed – purely as friends, naturally, but will their resolve be enough to keep the pact they have made, or will love make another appearance in Belinda's life?

 

Eternal Optimist – Lacey is making her way in the world of working for a living, and her first job means moving, away from home to Lichfield, one of the smallest cities in the country. Her employers are a husband-and-wife team who seem very caring, even arranging temporary accommodation with their daughter, Ariel. What will they say when they discover that they have become lovers?

 

Stevie – Jane and Stevie have been set-up by their mutual friend Cassie, but they try to make the best of their date – it's only for one night, or is it?

 

 

A Penny for Them – Kate accepts her boss, Jasmine's invitation to dinner with Penny, her friend, but has no inkling where it might lead to. Being offered the position of manageress of Jaz's boutique was the last thing she expected, but there's even more in store for her…

• Language: English
• Publisher: S-Ray Press
• Release date: May 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201854119

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…

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Bitter-Sweet

Chapter 1

Ihave loved Jenny from the first day we met – my life took an exciting turn that has kept me spellbound ever since.

Naturally, it wasn’t always plain-sailing, but becoming a couple was everything I could have wished for, even though I had to work for it. It wasn’t that she didn’t recognise the spark between us, for I’m sure she did – Jenny simply worried about the age-gap, and maybe now I finally get her point. Back then it didn’t matter to me – all I had to do was convince Jenny.

Recalling those early days is a bitter-sweet memory for me, given what has happened, but that’s all I have left now, memories!

Finally, Maggie agreed to let me come along on one of her all-girl nights out. I have been dying to go ever since she confided in me, just how she and Carol met at one and generally what fun they are. Just the thought of a lesbian social gathering had me almost drooling – I have been aware of my preferences for most of my life, but Maggie wanted to be sure that I was ready, and turning twenty with never a boyfriend seems to have convinced her that the time is right. It may have helped if I had been an active member of their persuasion, but other than teenage gropes and fumbles, I am still a novice.

In my head I treated the night out as if it was still my birthday and this was to be an extra-special present. That might explain why I was ready to take any and every opportunity to get practical experience, and be so forward on the night.

Simply being with like-minded girls was a great fillip for me, especially having Maggie and Carol along as almost a safety-net in case I got out of my depth. We were having a ball and I was in my very element and then there was a late arrival, Jenny. All heads turned in unison as she called out her greeting. Ignore the fact that she is gorgeous and mid-thirties, and that she made a spectacular entrance – I think I fell in love at that instant and nothing that followed changed my initial opinion that she was simply perfect.

No matter the tears and the pain, I feel now, I still love to go back and re-live that first night!

In hindsight, Jenny was in her prime, her hazel eyes were alive, trying to conceal a mischievous look that promised so much, framed by the most wonderful eye-make-up. Her auburn hair was sleek and glossy even allowing for the natural waves that I would have given anything for, instead of my dead-straight, dirty-blonde hair scragged back into a no-fuss pony-tail. Her skin was perfect with hardly a need for make-up and the little she used merely amplified her beauty. I never took her looks for granted, although I did wonder why she even noticed me.

Jenny had the most-sexy curves in just the right spots, quite a contrast to my skinny frame, and it’s true that I grew into my looks as time progressed, my breasts in particular.

Instead of being full-on, Jenny’s aura had me feeling tongue-tied and quiet, lest I say something stupid, but she kept glancing at me as if to give me encouragement. I resisted the temptation to get up and dance with the remainder of the girls – I thought it might allow me some respite from feeling so awkward in Jenny’s presence, but she chose not to dance either.

You are Belinda, right – Maggie and Carol’s friend? Is this you first-time, you look a little over-awed?

I guess! What a lame answer, but Jenny didn’t seem put-off.

Take a tip from me, don’t try and keep up with us, drink for drink. We are all hardened to it, but I imagine you aren’t. I love your dress. You are so lucky, being so young and able to get away with all the latest trends!

You didn’t look in the mirror before you came out? You look drop-dead gorgeous. The instant my words escaped my lips, I knew I had revealed too much of myself.

I didn’t realise you support, Help the Aged?

Oh come-on, now you are just fishing for compliments.

Am I going to get some then?

Two of our crew re-joined us at the tables and helped me out of the corner I had boxed myself into, before I really messed-up. She was clearly the oldest girl present, but far, far from her dotage, but she picked-up my hand and whispered to me, still in jokey mode,

Would you mind standing in for my Zimmer-frame so I can try just one dance?

How could I refuse and she certainly showed me a few moves on the dance-floor, not the least of which, was when the music changed to slow ballads, Jenny pulled me close and her whole proximity, together with her delicious perfume was totally intoxicating. Any second she is going to kiss me, and if she doesn’t, I know I will kiss her – I need to regroup.

Is it hot in here?

Another banal opening, but Jenny got the message and led us from the floor, but she kept tight-hold of my hand. It seemed to trigger signals of pleasure somewhere in my body as well as my brain.

I think Maggie was trying to warn me off, but her whispered comments fuelled the lust building inside, ever since Jenny ground herself into my groin. Well, at least I think she did.

Try not to get too carried away with Jenny – she has a love and leave-them reputation! And I don’t want to see you get burned.

In my highly-charged state, she couldn’t have said anything more thrilling. Sitting next to Jenny, holding hands under the table, she appeared able to conduct herself admirably with the assembly, but kept glancing my way and squeezing my hand as if to let me know, that all she wanted to do was sit and stare at me, while we revealed ourselves. I did remember her earlier words and sipped my drinks rather than gulping them as most were inclined to do. Already in my mind’s eye, I had a plan that involved me being sober enough to get every ounce of pleasure from what I hoped was to come.

My plan appeared to be working well when Jenny suggested we share a cab and sure enough she didn’t seem in the least tipsy. Maybe she shared my thoughts?

Her style and sophistication suggested we might take things sedately, but the way she backed me into her front door, now closing the world outside, and kissed me, evoked my desires and when she began removing my dress, I was helpless to stop her. I wanted to help rather than stop her anyway, and when Jenny held me at arm’s length and surveyed me in my bra and pants, her eyes caressed every available square-inch of flesh.

I could almost sense the caress as a physical thing, but that didn’t prepare me for when she did employ her fingers to verify her findings. I realised, even then, that the ‘first-time’ is likely to be very special, but this – I must remember to breathe and try to slow my heart-rate down, before I swoon. Does anyone still say swoon, these days, but it was the most apt word for my feelings just then? She encouraged me to get rid of her top-clothes as well and then pulled me in close for the best kiss ever!

Chapter 2

Her lips seem to bring mine alive and who-knew that lips might be such an erogenous zone when employed properly? And her tongue, inviting mine to play was surely to die for.

My night kept getting better, sensation building upon sensation, like when our bodies collided and sparks flew to my core as well as my brain. I knew right away that I needed her and needed to know her in the biblical sense, but Jenny was taking the lead and it was so divine, I simply caved and let her. It was certainly a night of firsts for me; the first time I have been naked in another woman’s presence; feeling the wonder of having my nipples kissed and sucked until I was a writhing mass of lust, and this was mere foreplay for the main event.

I believed that all my wishes had already come true, but Jenny’s hand explores my bush and beyond. Nothing could prepare me for the joy, in the truest sense of the word, that engulfed me as her fingers explored my sex. Suddenly I know how Marie Curie felt when she received the Nobel Prize, or even Ada Lovelace, when she met Charles Babbage.

But even they could never know just how much this means to me – it is as if justifying my existence until now...

Two fingers inside me, spreading me, opening me up to the joys of the world...

My brain is trying to cope with all these wonderful sensations and then Jenny kisses my slit and her tongue shows its true abilities on my clit...

My first proper orgasm – don’t you just love that word, orgasm? But Jenny isn’t finished with me yet. I love her wet kiss on my lips, smelling and tasting myself on her, on me. She embraces me and helps me through the throes of the aftermath, whilst maintaining some sort of dignity that helps me for what is to follow.

You don’t have to do that. It’s not a tit-for-tat thing! I have manoeuvred myself ready to reciprocate.

You’re are not getting off that lightly! I sound confident, but I am anything but.

Show me! Hers is the voice of experience and I can’t resist a challenge – I guess she knows that.

The softness of her beautiful mounds that her bra doesn’t capture, thrills my lips almost as if we were sharing another kiss, and then I unhook her and reveal her. Jenny seems unsure of herself as if her body is too old to be laid bare, but I reassure her as I suckle her teats until she emits similar sounds to me when our roles were reversed. In my usual timid state, I might stay there until she prompted me. Not tonight, I am anything but timid and it’s my birthday, after all, and Jenny’s knickers are my next prize.

The way she squeaks when I explore her flesh with my lips, kissing everything I can reach, suggests that this is equally as new to her, but how can that be? This is a time for instinct rather than questions – Jenny opens her legs and I home in, on her sex as if it was an everyday occurrence. She still has surprises for me – how can she look so demure and taste so divine as I sample her and start her on a runaway track that has only one destination. Sensing her sheer pleasure, I am empowered to push my range to the limit and I just know that Jenny is fully on-board with my efforts.

My tongue and fingers seem to have a mind of their own as if I have been doing this for ever, but I am merely responding to Jenny’s reactions – she is guiding me with oohs and ah’s. We both come crashing to beautiful climaxes, mine almost as good as when Jenny was in control, but this time I am able to dwell on the moment for much longer than before with Jenny with me all the way! How can anything feel so good, so fulfilling, so right?

Wow! It’s all Jenny can manage.

I can still hear the things she murmured to me whilst in that beautiful place...

Please excuse my sniffle-break

Our embrace lasted most of the night and I know that I have had the best-ever introduction to my sexuality, even if this has to be a one-off, but Jenny isn’t behaving that way, not that I know what to expect. I have already steeled myself not to go all soppy and swear undying love, but that is exactly how I feel – a first-time, side-effect, I guess. I must let her take the lead, she does have experience and maturity, after all.

As I drift off to sleep, I have a notion that I will awaken alone in her bed, next morning and she will either not be there at all, or busy going about her normal routine. I just don’t want it to come as such a shock when the morning arrives.

I rouse to the light penetrating the drapes and a curious aroma of musk pervades the air, and as I ease gently into the waking world, I am aware that I am still in Jenny’s embrace and she has a tight hold on me, as if she is making sure I don’t escape.

Good morning, Belle! Did you know you look gorgeous while you sleep? I hope it’s alright to call you Belle – you just look like a Belle to me?

Good morning, Jenny. You can call me anything you want to...

Just call me! She finishes my predictable line, but she is chuckling and it’s contagious.

You will let me know when I need to leave, won’t you? I ask tongue-in-cheek.

I haven’t anything planned for the next week, you?

Just work, but I am due some time off! I’m not sure if this is how it works the morning-after, so I play along.

I’m sure we could live off take-aways for a week, at least! She continues the game.

But not breakfast – have you anything in, and I will rustle us up something? My go.

I’m not quite past it just yet – I can still manage breakfast, you, young whipper-snapper!

Can I help? I respond to her tease.

"Yes! Just lie there and look beautiful and I will be back in two