Ginny’s lips makes girls gay

“They say that ‘every girl worth boning has gone queer’ because of your ‘damn hot crotch’. I want to find out if it’s true that it only takes one night with you to flip.” Luna quotes the boys and girls she’s interrogated, not bothering to paraphrase.

“Damn, are they really saying that? It’s not like I’ve even scissored that many…”. Ginny counts in her head, starting to blush, “…oh, yeah, I may have corrupted a few too many.”

“And I want you to corrupt one more, me!” Luna doesn’t even wait for a reply, she just drops her skirt and starts wriggling out of her shirt.

“Are you sure? It seems like once I have a girl they just want more, and short of obliviation I don’t think I can make you straight again. I’m only one girl, I can’t keep you all satisfied-“

But Luna has already started lifting Ginny’s shirt over her head, her own clothes discarded in a pile nearby. Ginny feels the heat from her excited friend, and relents, “All right, fuck it.”

Soon Ginny’s clothes join Luna’s, and the two wrap around each other on the bed like two coiling vipers. Ginny knows what she’s doing, and in seconds she’s rubbing Luna’s slick sex into every inch of her glistening body. Their skin sticks together lightly wherever they touch, and with every touch comes a fresh sigh or moan from Luna, her former sexuality swiftly crumbling under Ginny’s deft strokes.