Zaza Draper stood in the bathroom doorway casting a frustrated glance at the naked woman still sleeping in her bed. She finished towel drying her boy-short hair and pitched the bath towel into the trendy, chic clothes hamper.

She was trying to resist the impulse to wake her up and tell her to get out. Za tried not to be rude with Megan, because she has been her lover on and off since she decided to openly live a lesbian lifestyle three years ago. Long enough for Megan to adequately get that she didn't allow girlfriends to remain all night, or move any of their shit into her house. Not even a toothbrush. That is, unless you were her best friend, Selby Maison.

Selby was the only individual, be it male or female, who understood almost everything there was to comprehend about Za. They became immediate best friends while residing in the county orphanage anticipating foster homes.

She glanced at the bed again and swept her hand through her fuzzy hair as she made her way over to the off-white vanity. She sat upon the red velvet upholstered bench and looked at her image in the mirror.

Za removed a tube of hair gel from a side drawer, squirted a line in her hand, and spread the gel between both palms. Deftly, she swept her hands through her mane and fingered it into style, sculpting spiked bangs to feather across her forehead.

Her eyes drifted over Megan's prone figure bundled in the cream-colored satin sheets, one pale slender thigh and calf exposed as if she were erotically posing for one of her magazine photo shoots, and questioned for the second time that evening, what the fuck had she been thinking? Allowing Megan back into her life and her bed again, after the episode she pulled the last time they were together, was probably a foolish mistake.

Za appreciated that Megan was convinced she was the love of her life and, at the onset, it felt wonderful. It even made the sex better. Now, Megan was like the other women she slept with after her ex-fiancé Peter Worth. They all wanted long-term guarantees.

She wondered why folks spoiled good sex by thinking about the future to come. Why not just live for the moment, and appreciate the fundamental fact that sex is a necessary need. Besides, it was too easy to retract words of love and promises so why bother saying it at all.

Za smiled briefly as she saw Megan's reflection sit up. Her long, model-thin arms stretched above her head, causing her small, big-nippled breasts to thrust forward with the elegant arch of her back.

Za thought Meagan a natural beauty. An authentic redhead with luscious full lips, slanted green eyes, she stood six feet tall in two-inch heels. She was the cover girl for numerous ads and billboards nationwide. She even had her own personal line of cosmetics. Megan was every man's wet dream and she could graze pussy like there would be no tomorrow. Hence, the reason she’d found her way back into Za's bed.

"Hey baby, why are you up, it’s after midnight? Come back to bed."

Za reached for the lotion bottle and automatically started applying it to her arms and legs. "Time for you to go, Megan," she stated without turning around to view the dissatisfaction she expected to find on her face.

She noted the loud sighs of displeasure in the quietness of the room and perceived the shifting of bed covers out of the corner of her eye as she applied lotion on the other leg.

Za looked up from her task as the graceful naked figure stepped down from the built-in dais steps leading up to the bed.

Megan came close, looking down at her intently. Za sat up, inwardly releasing a quiet curse as she waited for the theatrics to come.

A livid light smoldered in Megan's green eyes as they seized Za's full golden-brown stare. "Baby, don't give me that look, I understand where I fit in with you. I'm not going to cry and implore you to love me, or hint that we move in together, or anything else that will supply you with a reason to push me out of your life." She pouted prettily as she eased closer, reaching out a hand to run her fingers down Za's arm. "I learned my lesson after the last time."

Za couldn't help but sigh with relief. Finally, Megan seemed to comprehend how things were between them. "It means a lot to me that you're not giving me attitude. Megan," she admitted. "I was concerned this evening might have been a mistake."

Megan went down on her knees before her. Za shook with pending desire as the other woman began to touch her outer thighs with long manicured fingers.

"I'm not sure how I should respond to that." Megan's eyes dropped to where her pale hands rested on Za's upper thigh. "It's not flattering to be perceived as potential drama."

Za swallowed and licked her lips, trying hard to ignore the palpable sensations of Megan's fingers against her skin and was doing a lousy job of it. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed now?"

Megan closed the last few inches between them; her lips brushed against hers. When their lips made contact a second time, the kiss became deep and seductive as Megan brought her hands behind Za's head and drew her down on top of her as she relaxed back on the richly soft and plush gold-tinted carpet.

Their bodies strained against each other, their nipples hardened. Za felt moisture pool between her thighs and, based on Megan's intimate reaction as she prompted Za over onto her back, she was feeling the intense warmth, too.

Megan ran her hand along Za's leg, massaging the heated smooth skin. Her other hand successfully acquired hold of hers, lifting it to her small breast, inviting Za to appreciate its softness.

Za twirled her thumbs across the pliant flesh, teasing the thick nipples, squeezing until Megan eventually unleashed a loud moan.

Opening her mouth to Megan's kiss, Za spread her thighs wide as Megan glided her hand down between her shaky legs and roughly stroked her. Eagerly, their tongues slipped against each other's and moans filtered trough the room. After a couple of minutes of rubbing and kissing, Za adjusted her frame; she exchanged her palm on Megan's breast for her mouth. She wasted no time closing her lips around the rosy areola and swept the flat of her tongue against her nipple.

"Mmm," Megan hummed, arching into Za’s suckling mouth. "That feels so good."

Za desired Megan. Undeniably, lust was a good reason to believe you could build a relationship. That is, if someone wanted a serious relationship. The fact remained she didn’t. Her physical attraction to Megan didn’t leave her witless as to what she was trying to do.

Megan was seducing her. If she allowed it, the woman would continue doing so until the morning sun appeared. Megan was attempting to achieve her goal of staying the night and, as Za laid there a quivering mass of flesh, Megan was winning this ongoing battle.

Having a woman that really enjoyed making love to women was gratifying in ways that only women could ever understand. It was as satisfactory as masturbating your own body. There was no rush to start and no erection placing your orgasm on a time clock. You could come as many times as you needed, and enjoy penetration only if you were in the mood to introduce the toys. Megan was the right partner in bed; however, out of bed, she could be selfish, demanding, clingy, and most of all, insecure.

Za allowed herself to float on the relieving waves of delight that Megan was sending through her flesh as she continued a journey down the span of her body.

Za pressed the heel of her foot into the small of Megan's back and humped against her active fingers, pushing first one, then two digits deep inside her vagina simulating a ramming cock. Her lips, teeth and tongue, kissed, nibbled, and teased.

"Oh, God," Za gasped for air. Her head bobbed from side to side as she bit her bottom lip. There was an intensive perception of deep need inside her to surrender to Megan's crooning words of affections and love, urging her to conceding the same. Za mentally acknowledged she understood why she would want her love so desperately, but it would be a lie if she told her she loved her in return. She steadfastly stayed quiet. Lust is a long way from being in love.

"Let me love you, Zaza…please, let me love you." Megan balanced her body so that she was lying atop of Za. She mastered and sucked on her lips in a breath-stealing kiss. Her fingers joined with Za's as she grunted and rotated her pubic bone against the other woman’s clitoris.

Passions flamed hot as Za rocked back and forth against her womanly curves. Musky sweat emerged in thin layers over their flesh. Megan was the first to have a dramatic release. The vocals from her pleasure provided Za with a final push. Her flushed body stiffened as she cried her orgasm into Megan's mouth. Sweet ripples of gratification produced a seductive bewilderment to her quivering form and she closed her eyes.

***

"I will never love anyone else…ever."

"Megan," Zaza warned.

"You are everything I could ever want in a woman, Za. I love everything about you. I even love watching you come," Megan continued as she smeared the sheen of sweat from Za’s brow. "I know you hate to hear this, but I can’t help it. I think I would die without you."

"Don’t say stuff like that." Za sat up, drawing her knees up beneath her chin, then wrapped her arms about her legs and rested her chin on her knees

"You must admit you like the way I touch you," Megan said in a tense, clipped voice that forbade any denials.

"Yes, you are the best Megan," Za softly agreed.

"So?" Megan asked, smiling at the look of bliss that lingered on her lover's face.

"So…what, Megan?" Za looked up into Megan’s searching eyes. She saw the hope and longing for everything, Za couldn’t give to her.

"Tell me that we can be exclusive. Tell me that after a few months we can hopefully take it to the next level and move in together."

Za visibly tensed.

"You basically recognize if you can't offer me what I desire then fuck you, Zaza! I got women and men knocking down my door." She flung her hair over her shoulders in a gesture of defiance. "There is no reason for me to keep kissing your ass, but I do it because I recognize you love me. You're just too stubborn to acknowledge you need someone in your life."

"I got someone," Za responded sharply, abandoning all pretenses. "I got Selby and she loves me as I am."

Megan face became livid. "Fuck Selby! She doesn't want you the way I do. She is more of a pal with whom you get off occasionally. She's marrying a man, for God's sake. Then where will that leave you, when she no longer has time for you?"

"I've told you time and time again to lay off Megan and since you can't get a hint…it's over! This time I mean it," Za declared as she moved onto her feet. "Now get dressed and make sure you turn the latch when you get the fuck out of my house."

Without a backward glance, Zaza walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.