Kiss Roxie On The Lips

You move in close and press your lips softly against Roxie's. She tastes wonderful, but your joy is short lived.

Pulling her head back, Roxie asks with a startled look on her face, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know what's going on," you say softly. "Maybe it's being alone out here in the woods with you. Maybe it's something else. All I know is that I'm horny as hell and I want you. Badly."

Roxie hesitates. "You're my best friend and all, but you must know that I'm not even remotely lesbian."

You nod your head solemnly, your hand moving down between your legs. Still staring into her eyes, you slide a finger into your shorts and run it lightly over your wet, swollen lips. Your arousal is too much to bear and you gasp as you slide your finger inside of you.

Roxie looks down, puzzled at your actions.

"I think the pricker bush was poisoned or something," she says as you pull your finger out and lick your own juices from its length. "It's like you're ****."