Not innocent

Instead of answering with words, you just give Roxy an innocent smile.

“Keep going,” you say.

“Bad girl,” she says with a grin.

She turns the pages, revealing a cartoon.

“That’s horrible,” you laugh.

“Terrible,” Roxy agrees, also laughing. She keeps turning, revealing another series on another model.

Roxy looks over at you, but you’re intent on the magazine. You touch her arm to get her to turn the page.

“So this is what you like,” Roxy says knowingly, and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever,” you reply.

“You like stacked sporty girls.” She nudges you. “Like that one you were walking home with today.”

You laugh. “Are you stalking me?”

“I’d get sweaty with her,” Roxy says, and you nod in silent agreement. “What’s her name?”

“What?” you ask, distracted by the photos. You turn the page.

“Her name,” Roxy presses.

“Oh.” You peer at the page, looking for something about the model.

“Not her. The girl you were with.”

“Who, Kris?”

“She plays basketball, right?”

“Yup,” you reply. Roxy isn’t turning the pages, so you take over for her. You like the illustrations even more than the photographs.

“That’s nice,” Roxy notes.

“Right? Oh. This is nicer,” you say.

For a moment you’re quiet as you both intently read the details.

“If I buy one, will you help me try it out?” Roxy asks, moving closer to you.

“If you buy one of these you won’t need help,” you reply with a smile. You’re tempted.

“Anything that can do, I can do better.”

“Big talk,” you say, turning the page. “Oh.”

“Oh goodness. Dear me,” Roxy says ironically, seeing your reaction. She pinches your bottom again. “Rimming? What’s the matter, CCL girl? Too much for you?”

Yes?

Or

No?