"Mm. I don't think so." Olivia grinned, hearing the purr in her friend's voice. Why should she be the one to drop hints when Megan seemed more than capable of using that head of hers? Plus, it would make things more fun, she thought.
Gasping quietly when she felt her hands wander her sides only to move up and giver her a little squeeze, Olivia withdrew only a little to grab the bottom of her shirt. "Hope you don't mind. But you know, warm weather and all." Olivia joked, pulling Megan's shirt over her head and tossing it across the room. Raising an eyebrow at her bra, the american girl chuckled softly. "Cute."
Pulling off her own shirt, she revealed her toned torso from years of sports, her hands returning to Megan soon enough to run lightly over her tummy as her lips returned to her neck, nipping and kissing hurriendly.