“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispered just before she kissed me.
“I, um, I’m straight,” I stammered.
“That’s what they say about spaghetti, but we know what happens when it gets wet, don’t we?”
Grabbing my chin, she kissed me harder.
Before I knew it, our clothes were piled on the floor and we were on her bed. Her tongue danced wickedly over my curves before settling between my legs. I saw stars as her tongue and fingers drove me to ecstasy again and again.
“I still can’t believe that cheesy line worked.”
“Yeah, neither can I. Love you babe.”
