She gives in to her desires.

"Oh, yes, I mean no," said Jane, first resisting, then giving in. "I mean yes! Yes!"

Melissa's overwhelming good looks took her breath away. Jane returned the kiss, shyly at first, then with more passion, and soon they were locked in a long passionate embrace, lips openly parted, tongues dancing against each other. "I don't belive it," Jane thought. "Melissa Joan Hart is naked and making out with me!"

Melissa began to run her hands up and down Jane's back, stroking her fingers through Jane's long blond hair before feeling down the small of her back and along her rear, under her skirt.

Jane moaned, she couldn't believe the intensity of what she felt. She reached for the zipper on her skirt, letting the denim drop to the floor, revealing her her wispy silk panties. Melissa dropped to her knees in front of her, running her hands and pressing her face against Jane's panties, talking dirty.

"I want to see your pussy," Melissa said. "Show it to me you slut. Show me your pussy. Shove it in my face, you whore."