Megan comes on strong

Megan smiles at me as she puts her hand on my shoulder. "Let's cut to the chase, Jess. I don't like men, I like women. I find you very attractive, and I want in your panties." She pauses, and takes a breath. "But, I'm afraid my politics will get in the way."

That was quite a bit to process for sure. "Why do you think politics would matter to me?" I asked.

"I'm part of the women's movement" she starts to explain. "I wear the little pink hat, and I have a vagina costume. Some people refer to us as Militant Vaginas."

I smile at her, and take her other hand in mine. "I don't see you wearing it right now, so how's that supposed to get in the way? Even if you were wearing it, it does come off, the same as your clothes. I could care less about politics."

She looked at me with amazed eyes. "I-I wasn't sure. You dress so conservatively. I thought for sure you'd hate me."

"Okay, now who's stereotyping who for the way they dress?' I giggle. "But I bet you look cute in that vagina costume."

"That makes me want to wear it for you" Megan coos. "With nothing else on."

"Mmm, I'd love to see that" I say as I lean in to kiss her. "Maybe we can take turns wearing it for each other." My body begins to tingle with excitement as our lips meet for the first time. It's a very deep and passionate kiss, full of lust and desire like I've never felt before. Our mouths open, and we exchange saliva, and feel the heat we are creating within each other. We gasp for breath and mewl softly in each other's mouth. Then finally our lips part. I feel so light headed, and in need of more. She's like a **** my body can't get enough of.

"You just made me so wet" she coos softly. "I've never been this wet for anyone before. Are you wet?" She slides her hand up under the edge of my skirt, and feels the crotch of my panties. "You're soaked!" she smiles. "I want you Jess. I want you more than anyone else I've ever known. The next stop is where I get off. Run away with me. I promise we'll be lovers together forever." She looks at me, expectantly, waiting for an answer.