Bisexual?

I pulled back in shock, staring at her in disbelief with jaws slacked. She smiled at me with a questioning glare. “Relax, I don’t bite.” Her tipsy voice whispered.

And with that, she went back to kissing me. If I thought Jimmy was a good kisser, Megan just made him feel like a learner. I was tempted to let it happen for a few seconds and then I stopped her, gently pushing her up to break the kiss.

“Wait… please stop,” I said in a calm voice, trying not to hurt her feelings while struggling to catch my breath.

“Why not?” she asked in a whisper, staring at me lovingly

“You are drunk, Megan.” I muttered, looking at her with shock still written on my face.

“So? That makes it even more fun,” she chuckled.

I sighed and waved my head in disapproval. “I am sorry, we can't. It is not you, I just don’t do females,” I said, trying to put it in the nicest way I could think of at that moment.

“Oh,” she muttered and then s