My Love and Music: Women Loving Women

By Susie Ray

Stories of Women loving Women

 

Grace tells how Debbie and Mo seemed destined for each other after meeting at a slumber party when Debbie was just a girl. Years later their love evolves into something special, with Grace their daughter, being the result as well as the apple of their eyes, but Grace has another gift, other than making her mothers' lives complete.

Grace has a love for music and it becomes her life until she allows Ami's love to influence her and nurture her talents to grow. A chance meeting with a total stranger adds a new depth to her own enjoyment of her music as an unexpected connection becomes evident. But it's not all plain sailing as she collapses after a charity performance, suffering from leukaemia. It's touch-and-go for a while, but thanks to those around her she recovers and devotes her life to helping others, repaying her gift for music.

Best Friends has a few twists and turns, amid the red-hot sex before Paige and Lucy drift apart. When Paige meets Marti, it is as pre-natal-class buddies, but Marti steps up when Lucy doesn't and she is always there. It's almost inevitable that love blossoms and they settle down to a perfect life together with a little bundle of joy called Amy.

Three more short stories complete this collection, two include foreign travel adding a touch of the exotic to the romances – there is a generous insight into steamy bed-scenes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S-Ray Press
• Release date: Mar 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201815479

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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Grace

We were all on a sleep -over at Kerry's house and it had been a wild evening - she and her friends shared her bed and I slept on the sofa-bed. I was woken by Maureen, who asked if she could get in with me - she had apparently been to the toilet and the other girls spread out in her absence, leaving her nowhere else to go. I didn't mind - it made me feel more like one of the girls, rather than just Kerry's cousin. Kerry and I have always been close, as we share the same birthday - anyway Maureen climbed in with me and snuggled close because she was cold.

Kerry and her friends were only a year older than me, but the difference in our development was striking - Maureen had a bosom and I could feel it pressing against my back, through our flimsy nightwear. I was thirteen - I realise now, that I was still very babyish then. My parents doted on me and it felt like they kept me wrapped up in cotton wool, safe from the harshness of the real world. I loved them too, but I yearned for just a little more freedom.

Fortunately, my cousin managed to persuade my parents to allow me to join in the sleep-over and here I lay with strange feelings stirring somewhere deep inside me. I could feel myself blush at the random thoughts that just popped into my head, as I imagined kissing her and more. When I awoke, I swear it wasn't planned - we were facing each other and Maureen had her arms around me. She raised one eyelid and then the other, smiled and pecked me on the lips—she said,

Good morning De-de, thanks for coming to my rescue last night!

No problem! I answered.

Kerry and her friends always called me De-de, short for my initials DD - Deborah Dawn. I tried to be as cool as I could and not give any sign that she had turned me on, but inside I was in turmoil - I had heard about women who slept together, lesbians, I think they were called, but in our strict household they were considered to be un-natural and not something one entered into lightly. I couldn't wait to get home and look them up on the internet to find out more.

Thankfully, I found out that same sex attraction was quite common with youngsters experiencing puberty and for the vast majority, it was simply a passing fancy triggered by the change in the body's hormones. I was relieved that she hadn't sent me queer - gay meant something totally different in those days.

I never gave my chance encounter another conscious thought, but adolescence was taking a toll on me - I felt smothered by my parents' devotion and rebelled against them. I regret the temporary hurt they felt when I wanted more independence and stopped relying upon them to make all my decisions for me. Bless them – after, they realised I could not be their sweet little daughter forever, they adapted and life began a new phase for us all.

A lifetime's conditioning to always do my best at school paid dividends and I put all my effort into my career, planning to take it easy when I was comfortable in my own flat and paying my way without having to approach the bank of Mom and Dad. That happened about a year ago, but I haven't found time for a social life, yet. Fate decided to take a hand - Kerry called me recently and invited me to a girly night out with her friends.

I had agreed, mainly to be polite, but had no real intention of going - I would make some excuse later, when we met again - it always was hard to say no to Kerry. On the actual day, I had a particularly shitty day at work and was in no mood to go out anyway, but I considered my options. If it was a week-night I would have had a grumpy evening and then thrashed things out at work next day, but it was a Friday and I didn't want to let my mood spoil my whole weekend.

Deciding it might cheer me up, I prepared for my night out with Kerry and co - it would be good to see her again. We sort of lost touch after school and had gone our own ways - the more I thought about it the happier I felt at the prospect. In the event, Kerry had blossomed into beautiful young woman and she looked full of life and really happy. She introduced me to her friends Katy, Jill, Mo, Colette and Vikki her partner - I was truly flabbergasted that Kerry was attracted to girls.

Vikki was stunning, so intensely feminine - her shapely body looked as if it existed purely to display her clothes to the best possible effect, and her hair was thick and lustrous. Kerry was gorgeous in her own right and she could have had her pick of any man. She saw me trying to make sense of it in my brain and said to me,

Love picks you - you don't pick it! You wait - your time will come, Debbie!

I couldn't argue with that, never having been in love, and they did make a happy couple, so I just accepted it. These were obviously new friends - I presume she lost touch with her old school chums, just like I had, or perhaps they got married and had kids. Every time I looked up, Mo was staring at me and then she would give me a friendly smile - I smiled back and looked away. A couple of times I looked up and she was deep in conversation with someone - I don't know why, but I felt disappointed not to catch her gaze.

Through the evening we shuffled seats as one girl would want to speak to another and her seat would be taken by someone else - Kerry came and sat next to me for a while and asked what I thought about Vikki. I replied,

She is gorgeous, almost as good as you! I like her!

She laughed and so the musical chairs continued until I found myself next to Mo - she was very touchy-feely and very open and candid, we got on very well together - I think I might have found a friend, I could certainly do with one, leading quite a lonely life outside work. I hadn't realised it until that night when I enjoyed myself and more importantly, I saw others having a great time too - I even asked Kerry to let me know when they were meeting again.

Mo said to me, I suppose you will be busy, but could you do me a favour, and come shopping with me tomorrow - I could do with a second opinion on my purchases?

It certainly sounded better than household shopping, washing and ironing that I had planned, so I replied,

Yes, I would love to come, thank you for asking!

It was the best day, I can remember having as an adult - we laughed from the moment we met and each tried to peck the same cheek in greeting, until she waved me off home in a cab, late into the evening. We even laughed as we tried on our goodies that we bought, without a hint of embarrassment as we undressed and tried everything on. Yes, Mo was well on the way to becoming my first real adult friend.

She called me on Sunday telling me her cooker had blown up with a bang - could she cook her roast in my oven?

We shared her roast and I prepared the veg - we had another glorious day together. I was sad to see her leave and drive away in her Mini One. Monday was a breeze at work, but by Tuesday afternoon, I found myself trying to think of an excuse to ring her and see her again - I had two ideas in mind, but couldn't decide which one to go with. I picked up the phone and dialled her number - she answered almost immediately, throwing me off my prepared speech and I fumbled all my words - she said,

What?

I replied honestly, My excuses have blown up in my face - can you come and help me scrape the egg off my face?

Fortunately, she saw the funny side and agreed to come straight over. When I opened my front door she said,

If you wanted a date, Debbie - you only had to ask me!

My face must have been a picture as she maintained her questioning look, but then she burst into fits of laughter and I joined in, but in my mind, she had stirred something. I asked her,

How do you know Kerry?

You truly don't remember, do you? I was at school with her - I used to go by the name Maureen then and I remember sleeping with you!

The penny dropped and suddenly I was a kid again, blushing, my embarrassment as I remembered the feelings she evoked in me, at the time, but Mo was speaking again and I listened,

Funny, I wished you were my little sister in those days - you looked so pretty and I always wanted a sister!

I felt worse now, that I had miss-interpreted her actions so wrongly and I vowed not to make the same mistake again.

I too felt a connection in those days, but then I had no idea what it meant - perhaps we could make up for it now and I could be your little sister? What do you say Sis?

Mo hugged me and welcomed me to her family, albeit just in our minds - I didn't have to feel embarrassed anymore - there was no need for secrets anymore. Everything seemed brighter, more fun in the months that followed - even work, I managed to put into perspective - I work to live now, not the other way around. It was Mo who suggested we should share a flat, so I invited her to live with me - I had a spare room just begging for someone to put their stamp on it.

Mo

Together we planned her room - it was bigger than mine - I had felt lost in it when I tried it out when I bought the flat, but Mo had the idea to make it more like a bed-sitter where we could hang out together, if we wanted to. I must admit the finished article looked wonderful - Mo was so happy with her new room and I was just happy that she was happy.

We developed an informal routine where we would chill out after work and tell each other about our days, often just in our undies or a wrap with a glass of wine to help us unwind. One evening in one of our regular chill-out sessions, I said,

You know you can bring boyfriends back here if you want to - it's your home now?

Who said anything about boyfriends?

Well, you must get loads of offers - you are quite a catch!

Oh, I do get plenty of offers, but not from boys - try women! There is someone special in my life, but she is un-attainable!

Sorry, Mo, I didn't mean to pry - strange, we get on so well and you have never mentioned her?

I talk about her all the time - I first met her when we were kids and I once shared a bed with her - I have had a huge crush on her ever since, but she doesn't share my feelings. She is beautiful and I would do anything to be near her, even ignore my desires!

Once again, the penny dropped as her meaning was clear - I suddenly felt very conspicuous sitting in just my wrap, my face burning with embarrassment. I got up and quickly made my exit, my mind in turmoil. Sitting on my bed, I became aware of her crying - Mo's bed was just the other side of the partition wall, so that even from bed we could still talk to each other. What had been a great convenience now became a hell as she sobbed.

I tried to make sense of my feelings; outrage - no, disgust - no, anger even - no, revulsion - no, guilt - yes! I felt guilty, for those words could just as easily have come from my lips. All these years, I had tried to deny my feelings, tried to bury them and a few honest words had ripped me open and revealed me, exposing my innermost desires, raw from my epiphany.

Returning next door, I could see Mo curled up in her bed in the foetal position, still sobbing - I let my wrap fall to the floor and slid in beside her, cradling her in my arms, soothing her. Slowly her tears subsided and she turned to face me, a beautiful face albeit her eyes were red and blotchy - I kissed her tenderly, not a sister's kiss, but a lover's. Mo responded, almost overwhelming me with tremendous, beautiful sensations - eventually we had to pause for breath and I tried to explain myself.

Sorry for hurting you, Mo - I had buried my feelings very deep for self-protection - it came as a great shock to have to face them so suddenly!

Wonderful as she is, Mo just put her finger to my lips to