<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cFJrtNj.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:<strong>Hope Abbott</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Far away from mansion, by the lake<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, midnightish<br/><strong>Content</strong>: preparing to skinny dip<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kurt Wagner<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Hope had almost felt comfortable when her life was out of control. It wasn’t diffuclt for her to keep her wits about her in a storm. And, with that state of mind, it was easy to find the harsh weather. It was also easy to find the ports, the places of rest, the sense of the world. Her basis of knowledge came from her ease in the wildes. She was always oriented in the deeps of the panic and chaos.<br/><br/>The smile on her face gave Kurt the go ahead to do anything he wanted. She loved him, they hadn’t said it to each other, but she was sure of it. Her friends had talked with her about it, about him, and love, and the way that it all worked. Some of them were virgins like her, others weren’t. Some of them had loved, and some of them had been tricked by their lust. Heather liked to talk about these types of things a lot, and she liked to stay up late with Heather. Hope was starting to feel like there were only three words she could speak to him anymore, and she would be unable to say anything else with any honesty until she said them. Her bottom lip was between her teeth, her eyes looked sorry when she was turned on.<br/><br/>As her Nightcrawler stepped into her, and she pressed her lips against the lower half of his belly, she searched for the skin, and nibbled at him through the light fur that covered his body. It didn’t bother her, men had hair on them, she’d kissed a man before, and she liked the idea of hair from a primal standpoint that she couldn’t understand. She let her tongue slide across him, one tiny centimeter at a time. A gentle, innocent french kiss to Kurt’s lower abs. She was getting creamy between her legs. The panties were becoming a problem, her thighs rubbed against the outside of Kurt’s, her moans were tender and pitched high against the wind whipping into their ears.<br/><br/>Hope smiled and looked up to him, the bottom of her happy chin tight against his navel.<strong>“The best night of my life.”</strong>Her body pulsed, it felt like one of her heart beats had possessed her. A little giggle fell from her.<strong>“That’s a lot of pressure…”</strong>She still wanted to tell him that she loved him, so her words were quivering as they came out. Her thighs tightened and loosened in a rhythm.<strong>“Let’s just have fun and…”</strong>Kurt was coming close, she opened her lips and shut her eyes, her logic tossed, her priorities were hilarious. She had a test in the morning. But the kiss didn’t land.<br/><br/>She felt the tension slip, and she could feel the strap come undone. His hands in her hair and along her back made her shiver. She loved this, everything was starting to feel perfect where it had once been a bit alien. She had never found Kurt unnatractive, but holding hands had been strange, his thick fingers had proved useful though, and he was good with them. He was good with his tail too, and she wondered how much he would want to involve it in their sexual play. She’d day-dreamed of sucking on it, and it had made her wet in class. As his hands slipped over her healthy little tits, as his pants came down around his waist.<br/><br/>She’d never been in this position before. Her hands reached for his belt, and found it already undone, his tail had been sneaky, and he had opened the buckle for her. She’d never rid a man of his pants before, she’d never had Kurt or any man in her mouth. So, her instincts were a bit off. She went for his hips, and tugged down at everything, his underwear, the jeans, wrestling them downward. She wasn’t sure if she was going to do this now, or just take his pants off, or what was going on, but she did realize quickly that she needed to help his tail through the hole in the pants.<strong>“Oop, Sorry.”</strong><br/><br/>Hope corrected and took his pants down to his knees, leaning forward, using her flexible muscles to bring her hands down to his ankles. She helped him out of everything, and then she sat up straight.<br/><br/>The brunette put her hands gently against Kurt’s hips, and pushed him back so that she could stand. She recovered her brassiere and set it softly on top of her other clothes. When up to her feet, she was only inches away from her soon to be lover. Her thumbs brought her little white number down her thighs. She wanted to tell him how wet she was, but it didn’t feel right, she needed to say that other thing, and they probably needed to cross a few other lines in the sand together. She was careful not to let her wet underwear touch the ground, or the bottoms of her feet.<strong>“Oo, ee, mmmmn!”</strong>She hummed and vocalized her careful motions, but found success, flinging the fabric on top of the pile with confidence. She watched them land, and then turned to Kurt with a sweet look on her face, a smile in everything but her lips. She was almost pouting, craving him, the corners curling in mini smiles.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey… Kurt.”</strong>A smile flashed and then she bit her lip. Her fragile hands toured the front of his chest, her nails biting his skin just enough to prove that they were there, she hummed. They were face to face, and she was starting to lean into him. She could feel him, everything, his hard hips against her waist, his masculine frame squishing against her breasts. Hope could feel his cock. Her body blushed in reaction.<strong>“I think I, uh- I’m-” </strong>A laugh with one breath kicked out,<strong>“I think I love you, ya know, if you love me, I probably do too, love you.”</strong><br/><br/>A hand flowed under his arm, and down his torso. It found a home on the small of his back, her fingertips flittering passively at the base of his tail. She looked up into his yellow eyes with a lip in her teeth and an expectation in her expression.<br/>