<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/291198764/superthumb.gif)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br/><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" Clothing Store - Salem Center<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: foreplay in a changing room<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The conversation in the dressing room was breezy, sharp and comfy;<strong>“Oh you know how it goes,” </strong>the topic of faded jeans was one that fit into a larger puzzle to Heather. She loved fashion, and she tried to break the rules by following them in her own way.<strong>“It’s about the brand name for some people, sometimes it’s convenience. I’ve used rocks and sand to fuck my pants up before. Huge money saver...”</strong>It was refreshing to speak with someone like Abbey. Heather didn’t really spend a lot of time grouping people up. Cliques at the school didn’t make sense to her. She was in one, but she didn’t really notice. Everyone was appealing to her. It took nothing to gather her attention, a new face was entrancing to her, and getting to know some one was a never ending rabbit hole, she was amazed by the lives of others. It made her own life quite abstract.<strong>“I do love me some Abbey butt.” </strong>Heather craned her upper body and neck to make her look more straight on at the mirror, the little curves and the perfect plump shape was fun to look at.<strong>“It is cute.” </strong>She wanted to spank her, but she didn’t, each little crossed line was a memory, and memory was life. Good moves, real sexuality was about choice.<br/><br/>Heather straightened up and let the waves carry them a bit deeper into the sensuality in the flavor of the air around them.<br/><br/>She was always bouncing between simple kindness and outright servitude. Heather didn’t really know what it was like to be sad. She’d never really grown attached to anyone besides her sister, so she’d never really suffered loss. She rarely ever thought about death, and it was never her own that came to mind. Other people made her happy, she liked to hear stories, and opinions about things, even if she didn’t know what the subject of the conversation was. Words were music in her mind, someone speaking with passion was more interesting than indulging in the passions in herself that she’d discovered. It was beyond frivolity. Heather wasn’t a people pleaser, or a manipulator. She had no goals, she enjoyed happy people more than anything in the world. She was more like a mother than anything else. It was hard to be mad at Heather, she was always too concerned with another’s troubles to become an irritation. And when she let intimacy into the equation, she was a giver beyond belief.<br/><br/>Her smile seemed to curl more and more as Abbey made the thoughts in her mind into music. Heather wanted it too, and being in public like this made it extra exciting. She didn’t much know about quiet sex, and she did like this establishment. But, being caught having sex in the changing room wasn’t as bad as never having tried to have sex in a changing room. The two of them were already half naked or more. The tension was hot. The music in the store would do good to drown out some of their noise. The biggest give away would be their feet, visible under the slat of the door. The thought hadn’t come to her, she knew that it was risky, she didn’t think about the tactics of keeping them hidden. It was a game of risk for her. She figured the likelihood of getting away with it was small, but she still wanted to try.<br/><br/>As Abbey stroked the lower crease of her breast through her blouse and her bra, Heather knew that her breasts were growing, last year, even a few months ago, they would have been hard to find.<br/><br/>Of course, Heather knew what the girl was thinking. She’d thought of it when Abigail had asked before, a rare moment, Heather didn’t internalize much, but she knew a few rules. It made sense that Abbey wanted to fuck in her, but she wanted to hear it more clearly. She wanted to exercise some tact. Even though her instincts were right, she felt a little guilty for making Abigail say it.<strong>“Aahh..”</strong>Her meowey little moan certainly had a pitiful tone to it, but her smile made her motives as clear as summer wind. She was excited.<br/><br/>And then Abbey crossed the next couple lines right away. Heather had a set of eyes that made it obvious how willing she was to let others inside. Her body was a playtoy, and Abbey’s choice of words had been perfect. As the kiss blew in, tt swept Heather away and she was glad she waited. Heather liked to please people, and that usually meant that she was a dominate partner with women. Men had no problem seizing their enjoyment, it was written in their spinal cords and the hearts in their chest. This woman, she liked to make moves, and it was good. Heather let her weight sink into Abbey as the kiss came in, she was only wearing her socks, her wild floral panties and a green blouse that almost looked like a sweater. There were white and blue stripes on the neck, the short sleeves and the hemline at the bottom. Little swirly fabric came off of the shoulders and the chest to frame her tits underneath. It almost looked like a nightshirt, or a modified half of a jumpsuit. It was lighter than it looked, but it would need to go.<br/><br/>Abbey was forceful, her mousey approach vanished into a hurricane of tightness. Her mouth was full of the other girl’s tongue, it was absolutely devastating. The rainbow girl’s body heat raised by two or three degrees almost instantly, flooding her bloodstream full of chaotic chemicals. She welcomed this behavior, and she swooned audibly with a few passive groans.<br/><br/>Heather’s ass was on full alert, and two fingers were teasing her experienced asshole. Heather’s body healed at insane rates. Getting assfucked always hurt, but it almost always made her cum, and she loved it almost as much as she enjoyed vaginal sex, that always hurt too. She gave Abbey an agreeable moan and a snicker, pulling her mouth away to give the girl some words,<strong>“do it. Do anything, it’s playtime…”</strong>She smiled, and re-engaged the kiss, sliding her hands under any fabric she found, copying Abbey’s grip with one hand, she wrapped a tight hand around a perfect ass cheek. Her other hand rose up passionately to apply heavy pressure to a breast. She tried to shove Abbey’s tit through her ribcage. Heather liked to be abused, so when she was with girls she’d tried to be as manly as possible. She wasn’t, but all of her strength squeezed Abbey’s right breast, and she leaned into it as her mouth was invaded further.<br/><br/>One break in the kiss,<strong>"The taste is heaven.”</strong>She bit at Abbey’s lip, sucking on it and offering her parted lips again. Another break,<strong>“mutation,”</strong>her saliva tasted like sweet rose candy or something like it. An orchard of pink petalled roses. They broke the kiss with a breath,<strong>“like honey…”</strong>It wasn’t even a metaphor.<br/><br/>Heather felt like she needed to prove it right away, but she didn’t want to initiate oral sex quite yet, especially on herself. She was starting to moisten inside, heat up and ache.<strong>“Here…” </strong>She could feel her body squish, so she reached down with her left hand and used her fingers to slide in. Pulling back after a second or two of mining and a gentle moan in reaction to the momentary masturbation.<strong>“Taste.”</strong>Heather offered her middle and fore finger, sliding them into Abbey’s lips.<br/><br/>With the other girl’s mouth busy, Heather figured she would offer a fuller explanation,<strong>“A boy fucked me the other day…”</strong>The two bracelets on her wrist suggested that she wasn’t lying.<strong>“He called me honeypot… My B.O. is even nice, I think it smells like grass… but…”</strong>She shrugged. Even before her mutation, she’d smelled nice, but she wasn’t so special. So she knew that everyone was oblivious to the way that they actually smelled.<strong>“My body is just like… made for sex,”</strong>she giggled,<strong>“You’ll see.”</strong>Her mini monologue ended as her fingers pulled out of Abbey’s mouth.<strong>“Good, right?”</strong>She smiled. Some might have called her ‘Honey Pot.’ She’d also been called ‘Satan’ before. And the devilish little smile in her eyes showed that side as well.<br/><br/>The two of them had already talked about her energy boosts before.<strong>“You wanna boost?”</strong>It was a strange question, unless Abbey was able to place that word fast enough in the right place, it would have been confusing, but Heather wasn’t thinking enough to explain, her mutation had just been elaborated on, so her head was in that space. The boost woke people up, but Heather had been learning that it also gave women an exaggerated libido. The two of them had gone over that too, and it’s addictive quality.<br/>