The Venus Fix

Twenty-Five

ZaZa took her time taking off Tania’s sweater. She let her fingers linger on each button, making every moment last an achingly long time. That was what she was supposed to do. It was also what she wanted to do. No matter what, the night would not last long enough. They never did anymore. But she wouldn’t think about that. She wouldn’t think about anything, because that would make her sad. She would just take the pleasure where she could get it. That her partner in this game didn’t feel anything back wasn’t what she needed to think about now. That she was in love with a woman, that she couldn’t get enough of the woman and her skin and her mouth and her hair and her pussy, didn’t matter now. What it meant didn’t matter now. What it said about her wasn’t important. She wasn’t going to put labels on this; it was an acting job. Except ZaZa knew she wasn’t acting, she was feeling all of this emotion. She’d stopped doing it for the camera and the money a long time ago.

Tania stood, unmoving, while ZaZa pushed the sweater off her shoulders, down her arms, to her waist. She breathed in sharply when she’d exposed the other woman’s breasts. Then Tania undressed ZaZa.

Seconds later, ZaZa felt lips kissing her neck-small fluttering motions that progressed from her collarbone up, up, up to behind her ear, where a tongue reached out and licked her skin on the spot that made her twitch and squirm and emit a small moan.

The tongue slid back and forth and then moved in a tiny circle around and around and around until ZaZa couldn’t have told you where she was or who was touching her. It was pure sensation and there was nothing attached to it.

She wouldn’t have minded if Tania never moved away from that spot, but she did, and her skin felt abandoned. The spot was jealous when the tongue and the lips started moving back down her neck.

Tania moved to pull ZaZa’s pants down, and the air on her bare skin was cold. She shivered.

“Never mind,” Tania whispered, “I’ll warm you. I’ll warm you until you don’t feel anything but your own heat.” She leaned across her, silky hair brushing ZaZa’s bare stomach, and reached for the bottle of oil.

ZaZa smiled. Nothing felt as good as Tania’s hands massaging the fragrant oil into every inch of skin on her body. She closed her eyes and waited for the warmth to enter her pores.