Fire and ice

Barbara stepped back when Roxanne moved in. The fair girl looked up, eyes wide, while Roxanne closed the space and wrapped both hands around her waist. Barbara went stiff at first, then melted as Roxanne pulled her closer. Roxanne kissed the corner of her mouth, caught her chin, and pressed harder until Barbara opened and gave a small sound. Heat rushed up Barbara's throat and her cheeks flushed red against the freckles on her pale skin. Her hands stayed at her sides until Roxanne nudged them higher, and then they trembled around Roxanne's neck. Roxanne slid one bare thigh between Barbara's legs and pinned her against the wall. The kiss turned wet. Lips slick, breath fast. Roxanne caught Barbara's lower lip, sucked, let it go. Barbara answered with a shy lick that made Roxanne groan and rock her hips once, slowly, like she wanted to test how long the shy girl could last. Barbara gasped and shook, but she didn't pull away when Roxanne dropped her hand and cupped her between her legs.