In Las Vegas for a brief stint in a musical revue and ready for some uncomplicated sex with a kindred spirit, Meghan Keenan is only too happy to resume connections with her sometimes lover, Lisa Perkins.
But Lisa’s in a quandary. Her most recent boyfriend has suddenly become serious, with hints of a diamond ring in her future—and she’s never told him she’s bisexual. What if he freaks? What if he makes her choose?
Professional photographer Bryce Henry spends his days up close and personal with beautiful models and actresses. Now he’s deeply in love with Lisa and ready to pop the question, but even he wonders about long term fidelity. What does he want, and how bad does he want it?
What will happen when Meg takes hold of Lisa’s problem and runs with it?
“Oh, God. I’ve missed you, Meg. Sooooo much.” Lisa Perkins leaned forward and laced her fingers in the petite redhead’s hair, pulling her tighter against her pussy. She felt Meghan Keenan’s tongue dive deeper and then curl upward. “Amazing. I can never give this up.”
Lisa flopped back against the pillows, pinched her nipples, and wrapped her ankles around Meghan’s buttocks, desperately trying to hold the woman in place. “I’m close,” she whimpered. “So close.”
Meg lifted her head and teased Lisa’s clit with her tongue. “But not close enough. How many times have you come?”
“Who cares? Oh hell, my clit. Meg, I can’t take much more. Let me come.”
“Oh, okay.” Meg shifted position until she had two fingers in Lisa, then relentlessly flicked Lisa’s clit while gently stroking her G spot. “Come for me, babe. Again, and again.”
“I will.” Behind closed eyelids, Lisa saw a kaleidoscope of colors…reds, oranges, yellows…and then a flash of white light. “I am. Stop. Meg, no more. Oh, wow!”
Lisa swallowed over and over, trying to retain a sense of equilibrium. Her body shuddered. She sighed. Her heart rate slowed. At last, she opened her eyes to see Meg beaming at her. “Come up here, girl, and kiss me. I need to cuddle.”
“Will this do?” Meg scooted forward on her knees until their bodies seemed glued together…pussy to pussy, breasts to breasts and lips to lips.
Lisa broke their kiss. “As long as you remain still for a while. I really do need a minute or two to catch my breath.”
Meg pecked at her nose and snuggled closer, gliding her lips across the side of Lisa’s neck. She paused, then raised up and met Lisa’s gaze. “We always have fit well together. Being about the same height helps a lot.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Lisa wiggled her hips, causing their pussies to slide a bit.
“Hey. Thought you needed to rest a minute.”
“I do. Just teasing. And promising. You haven’t come as much as I have. And you’re my guest. I must be a very poor host.”
Meg laughed. “Not true. You’ve served a most appealing and tasty snack. I enjoy hearing you come, a lot. You’re one of the most responsive women I’ve ever been with.”
“Likewise. Maybe that’s what helps us reconnect so quickly, even though we don’t get together for months.”
“If not years. We should do a better job of coordinating our acting gigs. My show here in Vegas is only scheduled to run eight weeks. Which is fine with me. I’m not sure I could stand being in a production for years like you.”
“You do like to flit about more than I do. I wish your base was Vegas instead of New York City.”
“I seem to always have more opportunities from there…besides, I love the City. Not sure I could live without going home to the Big Apple. After I’m away…whether working a show on a cruise ship or here in Vegas, or LA, getting back to New York is like taking a breath of fresh air.”
Lisa shook her head. “I’ll bet not many people equate New York City with fresh air, but then I’m not sure I’ve met anyone quite like you. And then of course there is Clark. There is still a you and Clark, right?” Lisa felt Meg tense.
“He’s still there, and yes, we remain good friends with good benefits.”
“And that’s it?”
“It’s enough, at least for now. We’re both incredibly busy with our careers. When we’re together most is when he’s directing a play or a revue on a cruise ship and I’m also involved. That’s fun. We’re fun together. Neither one of us has a need to shake things up by getting overly serious.”
“That can change.” Lisa hugged her partner closer. “You know neither one of us is getting younger, Meg. The clock is ticking if we ever want children.”
“I know. I’m not sure I want children, but then you’re a few years older than me, so your clock may be ticking louder than mine.”
Lisa smiled as Meg placed an ear over her left breast.
“I hear something ticking. Maybe it’s that clock you were referring to, or maybe it’s a countdown to your next orgasm.”
Lisa inhaled as Meg laved the breast with her tongue. “It’s your turn,” Lisa said, pushing Meg back. “You lie down and let me get another taste of you before we have to break for lunch. We will need to refuel our energy levels soon.”
* * * *
Sitting in Lisa’s kitchen nook, Meg nibbled on a cookie, trying to make sense of her friend’s distress over her boyfriend’s intentions. “So you think Bryce is going to give you a ring for Christmas?”
Lisa bit her lower lip and nodded.
Meg cocked her head to the side. “And that’s not good? Or is it? Do you love him?
“Of course I love him,” Lisa retorted. “That’s not the problem.”
“Well, he must love you, or he wouldn’t be giving you a ring.”
“I know he does.” Lisa paused, tightening her finger around a coffee cup. “He says he does. I believe him. At least he thinks he does.”
“Sounds like some hesitancy on your part. Are you hoping there will be a ring for Christmas?”