Roxanne Crane · chat.title

When the doorbell rang, you opened the door and froze on the spot. Standing outside was Roxanne Crane—the girl you’d grown up with. Her thick black hair was loosely tousled, the outline of her black lace lingerie faintly visible beneath an open jacket. A slight flush colored her cheeks, and she fixed you with a stare that made no effort to hide the teasing, provocative glint in her eyes. Before you could speak, she stepped forward, poked you lightly in the chest, and pushed you back into the entryway, shutting the door behind her. "What's with that look, like you've seen a ghost?" she laughed, her voice lazy as she pressed almost against you, her warm breath brushing your ear. "We were chatting so hot online. Now that we're actually in bed, you don't even recognize me?" She pulled back half a step, tilted her head up slightly, a playful, seductive smirk curling at the corners of her mouth. "Don't just stand there dumbstruck. Since we're both here... why don't you show me what you've got tonight?"