Megan hadn't talked to Jill for a couple of days. She still felt awkward about the other day. It had been fun and all, of course it had been fun, but Megan didn't really understand her feelings. It was okay to be a lesbian right? She tried to belief what she had always been told about gays being the same as everyone else, but it wasn't easy in coming. But through it all, she felt the want, no, the need, to call Jill. She desperately wanted to feel those same pleasures again. And give them again. Oh, what should she do?
Finally, Megan was defeated by her thoughts and picked up the phone. "Hey, Jill? Yeah, it's me, Megan. What's up? Uh-huh. Of course, it's only. . . yeah, well, you understand I'm sure. Anyway, I was wondering if you'd like to come over and um, I don't know, do something? Cool. Why don't you come in like, half an hour? Okay, cool. Yeah, I'll say you then." She hung up the phone.
It was about twenty minutes later that the doorbell rang. "Early again," Megan thought to herself. But when she opened the door, it was not who she had expected. Suddenly, her previous uncertainties temporarily forgotten, she had a wonderful idea.
Jill made a right turn in her new jeep. Her parents were rich, and this jeep wrangler was neither the first nor the last in a long line of evidence for that fact. Jill's mind was not on her money, though. She was thinking about Megan. Jill had always figured Megan was a lesbian; she had never seemed attracted to guys. Maybe that's what always made her so attractive to Jill: she wanted to be the one to win her over. But Jill was worried. She hadn't been able to help herself the other day, but now she was worried that she'd rushed into things to fast and scared Megan off. Oh god, she hoped not. She had TONS more fantasies she wanted to try with Megan. She was so sexually ready and willing if you just prodded her in the right direction. And Jill really liked her. The sex was only part of it. I mean, they'd been friends forever, long before Jill had even hoped to seduce her.
She made the left turn into Megan's driveway and stopped her car. Putting it in park, she pulled the key out of the ignition, got out and locked the door. She checked herself out in the mirror. Her dark eyes looked good next to her deep brown hair. She adjusted her short sleeved blue t-shirt, pulling at the color to let in some air. It didn't do much. Even in her somewhat-less-than-knee-length black skirt, the heat was thick in the air. She headed for the front door, looking forward to the air conditioning that awaited her inside. Mounting the steps, she reached for the doorbell, but something stopped her. Perhaps Megan could be tempted into another passionate evening? She reached for the knob and tried it. Locked. A thought occurred to her, and She reached up over the door frame and extracted the key. She placed it in the lock. . .
Megan watched from inside as Jill walked up. But she didn't push the bell. She was going to sneak in, was she? Well Megan had a better idea. . .
Jill opened the door and pushed it closed behind her. She tiptoed through the living room in search of Megan. Then, she stopped walking for a moment. Jill reached up under her short black skirt and pulled her underwear down around her ankles. Stepping out of it, she held it aloft. "Megan, I have a present for you! It smells really good!"
