Go talk to the hippy

You're really enjoying the women walking past with various amounts of body paint, but your attention is drawn once more to the hippy with the random flower-themed body-paint and collar. A young woman standing on the street letting people fondle her, didn't seem like it exactly fit with what you had asked Charles for. On the other hand, she seemed more or less as friendly as a woman would have to be, if she were to let strangers feel her up, so she seems safe enough to explore with.

You exit the cafe, and wander slowly to the brown-haired girl, her hands still behind her. She notices you approaching and gives you a smile. "Hello friend!" she says, thrusting her chest towards you. "Shall we kiss?"

You smile and shrug, moving towards her. Her face erupts from a smile to a beaming grin, and she runs up to you. You catch her in your arms, and she looks up to you with her mouth open and expectant. You bend down, parting your lips to kiss her.

The two of you kiss, and she moans gently as she slowly and experimentally licks your lips. You offer her your tongue, and the two of you kiss like long-lost lovers in the street. She pulls closer to you, and you feel yourself harden.

She pulls away slightly after a moment, smiling up at you. "Would you like to touch me? You can feel me anywhere you want to," she says.

You raise your left hand to her breast, and cradle her face with your right. "Mmm," she says, "that's nice, I like having my face touched." She nuzzles your hand as you feel her nipple.

"Why do you let people feel you?" you ask.

She looks up at you innocently. "You don't know? You haven't heard of flower girls?"

"No," you say, honestly, gently rubbing your fingers over her nipple.

"Okay, that's cool," she says, sounding a bit surprised. "I believe that the highest state that a woman can be in is to be sexually aroused and exposed to the world." She opens her mouth and takes your thumb into her mouth, giving it a quick suck. "When a woman finally blossoms at 18, she feels compelled to take off her clothes, and begins to feel the call inside her to take Every Cock, Any Cock inside of her." She pushes up against you, pushing your hand back against your chest, and gently pushing her leg against your erection. She gasps slightly. "Why would that be if it isn't how we are meant to be? This is my truest state: without guile, without disguise, and badly in need. Would you like to see how badly?"

You nod, for lack of a better idea. She steps back and guides your hand to her fuzzy thatch. She takes your fingers to her nether lips, which are spread and moist. She pants.

"Feel how much I want you. I am more of a woman now than at any other time."

You can't deny that you're enjoying feeling her pussy, which you begin to stroke. Her speech is a bit intense though. "Er, what about the women wearing clothes?"

She shakes her head. "They've forgotten. They praise Cocks, and they routinely take their husbands Cocks and a few others. But they have forgotten that they are meant to praise Every Cock. Why do newly blossomed women crave Every Cock, why would they feel compelled to show their body to everyone, if they're not meant to get Every Cock hard? And how better to get Every Cock hard except by offering myself to every man's touch?"

"So, you'll never marry?" you ask, probing a finger inside of her.

"Not so long as I can be of service to God," she says. "When I stop pleasing as pleasing to the Lord's Sight, maybe I'll settle down with some nice woman."

"Wait," you say, "you're a lesbian?"

She looks up at you quizzically. "Why shouldn't I be? God's Seed makes lesbians too. I hope you're not someone who hates lesbians, that would make me sad." She frowns slightly.