Meet Megan at a park

Things were going well. In the morning of the Saturday, I was reveling in my new circumstance as a god, but I kept it as casual as possible. There was no rush, and I was only just getting started. My thoughts ran over my plans for the weekend when I received a phone call from Sally, saying that her youngest daughter, Megan, was heading out to the park. She had thought that now would be a good time to get acquainted with her, and maybe start her down the path that I had shown her. I was not about to pass up on the opportunity to fuck a cute blonde and secretly nasty teen so I told her that I would go talk to her. My dick was throbbing in excitement as I got into my car to drive.

I arrived at the park near the beach, a picturesque corner of town that was relatively big, complete with large clusters of trees, hidden dirt pathways and a few pubic buildings for the convenience of all passer by. As it was morning, it was populated by the morning folk doing their exercises, jogs and morning strolls. The teenage wonder found me first the moment I drove into a parking space, dressed in a cute pink short top, yellow shorts and waving like the world was bathed in rays of sunshine. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and her smooth, supple skin glistened.

"Hi!" She cheerily flagged me down, not waiting for me to close my door and hung onto the glass window like a cute kitten, "You must be John. I'm Megan."

"Hello, Megan." I greeted her back, looking down the cleavage of her top at the white bra that covered her boobs, "How did you know I was coming?"

"Well, my mom always wanted us girls to meet you, so I figured you'll be here."

"You waited. Very nice."

She was sweet as pie, and hot to boot. Her energy and intelligence was quite a sight to behold. For a while, we chatted. I found out which high school she went to and what she did in her spare time. I would know that she would answer me truthfully, with the powers I had over everything. Of course, we walked a bit while we talked. My hand was grasped on her ass the entire way, and she only seemed to want to press closer into my side, squishing her tits in.

"So you're some kind of god?" She asked innocently, "A god of what exactly?"

"A sex god, Megan." I answered her candidly, "You mom is my First Priestess."

"What does that mean?"

"That means she is one of my chosen worshippers with direct access to me."

Her barrage of questions continued but I took my time, looking for a place for me to show her my 'divinity'.