<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/>The last few months had zipped by in a flash. The summer was over already, but Hope was feeling adventurous, and she wanted one more hurray, if it were still summer it would have counted. Since, it wasn’t. She was slightly delusional, but it made the autumn wind grateful for the joyful spirits of Hope and Kurt as they found themselves at the edge of the like.<br/><br/>She’d arrived last summer, and a lot had changed since her first few awkward weeks, learning names and witnessing the unthinkable at every corner. The school year before had exposed her to a lot, and she learned a lot more than she expected herself to. Things seemed more simple here, even though they were more complex. She thought it would feel more like a jail, misinformation traveled fast, and Xavier’s school for the gifted didn’t make sense to her before she’d spent some time there.<br/><br/>It worked.<br/><br/>She’d acclimated, her boyfriend had a long tail and his skin was a rather dark shade of blue. It was sexy in a way that challenged her. Everything about Kurt made her smile. He was kind, soothing, comical, absurd. His power made her laugh, even if it was a bit stinky. She hadn’t seen it in a life or death situation, so she couldn’t fathom just how fascinating and useful teleportation could be. It was the truth that when she’d first met him, she was intimidated. He looked like a monster, even when he smiled. The truth was that Hope liked a bit of monster in her man. And the more she got to know him, the more exciting being around him was. They’d first kissed on June 17th, but not much had happened since then, some dates, some making out in the tv room when they had a chance to be alone. They had bonded in a healthy way, eating together, having long conversations, and sitting in silence while they studied. It was more than comfortable now, it was starting to feel like a real relationship.<br/><br/>She was nervous, almost scared of sex before. But, she was adjusting to the idea a little bit every day since he’d kissed her. She was starting to dream about it, and think about it during class. She’d been touching herself quietly in her bed, not to climax, but just to stir the pot. She was full of energy day and night.<br/><br/>Hope giggled as she pulled her shirt up over her head. The water moved calmly, placid in the slow wind of the early Autumn night. There were four towels beside her, she’d prepped well, one was already laid out to keep the other ones clean.<br/><br/>There were a few phases in the night’s plan. Phase two involved getting naked, and jumping into the lake. The summer had scorched, but the summer was over. It was chilly. She was only a few inches away from Kurt, letting her long brown curls through the neck of her shirt. She was wearing a typical white bra underneath. Hope had found a rock at about knee height, and she let the cotton down there on top of the jacket she’d already tore away, and settled.<strong>“It’s going to be cold, I think.” </strong>The wind was already whipping at her skin.<strong>“Aaah.” </strong>Hope’s high pitched groan turned into a laugh and she reached down for the buttons of her jeans. Her eyes shifted right, once she found Kurt’s eyes, she wiggled a bit, smiling and pinching her eyes shut. The denim slid along Hope’s long legs slowly. She didn’t want to rush things and she didn’t want to Kurt to miss anything.<br/><br/>Hope liked it when Kurt looked at her. It made her feel special, sexy, wanted, desirable, and womanly. Not everyone was allowed to linger on her curves, her gentle youthful breasts, or the perfect pluck of her buttocks. But, Kurt was, and her tiny white panties looked like she’d worn them for show. They were lacey, thin, tight and weightless on her skin. The fabric looked like paint.<br/><br/>Hope nearly tripped as she tried to work the jeans over her shoes. Her knee high socks started t slide with the denim, and a second close call with the ground left her searching for breath and sitting down. The rock with her clothes on it formed the seat and she discarded her shoes, socks and pants. A few things occurred to her all at once. And she brought a hand up to her hair to slip it aside.<strong>“Kurt, baby…”</strong>She smiled at him, looking up from her perch, knees pinched, and calm, goosebumps gathering on her shoulders. She wasn’t nervous, she wasn’t hesitant, she just wanted to enjoy this moment for a while.<br/><br/>She lingered on Kurt’s frame, her shoulders resting, eyes thinning, a breath slipping free from her lips, tiny little lip bites in need of attention. She found his eyes again and she held her hands out as if she might have been a baby asking for a bottle.<strong>“Come here.”</strong>Neither of them had completely finished undressing. She wanted to put her cheek against his navel, her breasts against his manhood, and wrap her arms around his legs. They’d found the lowered embrace by accident, and Hope had loved it.<br/><br/>The reason was obvious, and she hadn’t disguised it well, she could feel his cock when she did it, and she was eager to be closer.<strong>“I’m sorta nervous.”</strong>They'd never been naked together, not even close. Yet, there was no concern in her voice, she was just expressing herself, openly, with a laughter in her tone.<strong>“Are you- … nervous at all?” </strong><br/><br/>She had her innocence, that much was certain. It was a sparkle in her eyes, a timbre in her voice, a gesture of her lips when his cock was on her mind. She had a youthful energy that had nothing to do with her appearance, Hope didn’t like not young. But, her age was fairly apparent, and her body had formed well. It was her spirit, she was excitable, present with a general sense of wonderment that filled her every observation. She was undeniably happy, it was an obvious truth, painted all over her face, and within the motion of her loving hands along the narrow tight portion of Kurt’s blue hipbone.<br/>