<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Ee7YVaB.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Kurt Wagner<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lake on the outskirts of school property<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, late evening<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Kurt has butterflies, but he does his best to show Hope his courage.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hope Abbott | Trance<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Kurt was always conscious of his appearance. At first glance, most assumed he was the devil himself roaming the realm of the living, and as much as he might smile, his fanged grin more readily inspired fear than kinship. Hope had been much the same way they first met, but she kept an open mind and didn't judge him for things outside of his control. In this manner, Kurt knew that anyone who would call him a friend was someone worth having in his life; They could see past the glowing yellow eyes, the fine blue fur, the spaded tail and the rest of his odd physique and see the joyous, big-hearted man inside.<br/><br/>For Hope's sake, Kurt had to consider his appearance in the most literal and scientific manner. His midnight blue fur had an ethereal effect in the dark of night, making him nearly invisible to the standard human eye. His more scientifically inclined friends debated whether this was a simple matter of light, or if it was linked to his x-gene, but regardless of what caused it, Kurt was damned hard to see at night. Therefore, as Hope nervously stripped down to her underclothes, Kurt crouched between her and the lake, so that she could at least perceive the outline of his body, even while his face was nearly imperceptible.<br/><br/>While to Hope he might have seemed like a pair of blue jeans and a red polo floating in the darkness, Kurt could see her incredibly well, and the sight of her gorgeous body, as she slowly prepared for a naked swim, was a revelation to him. It was funny that as she showed off more of herself than he'd ever seen before, Kurt's gaze was drawn to one of the few places on her body still clothed. The pair of panties she'd worn were small, white and sexy, a gift wrapping on a beautiful present, if he would be blessed enough to receive it from her. As she sat and struggled to remove her jeans and socks, Kurt became aware of how comparably overdressed he was, and he pulled off his shirt and tossed it carelessly to the side. He didn't go slow or make a show of it, and he cursed himself a second later for not making as much of an effort to entice as she was at that moment, but perhaps the sight of his bare, muscular chest would satisfy her well enough. He leaned forward in his crouch a little, peering closely into her eyes, as she looked back at him and summoned him over.<br/><br/>He was breathless as he stood with a straight back and walked stiffly to her, not from any exertion on his own part, but from the gravity of this moment. The two of them as a couple were near ready to embark on a new chapter of their relationship, to cross a line that could never be uncrossed. As she hugged his lower half, and as he ran his triple-digited hand softly through her brown hair, he wondered for a brief moment if they were ready for this. He was older than her, and had some experience; Was he prepared to take her to that new place? Any doubts he might have had were dispelled almost instantly. He was confident that he could show her the way, and determined to make sure that she would enjoy her first time.<br/><br/>She felt wonderful when pressed up against him, and Kurt felt an uncomfortable, yet exciting stirring in his loins, as his girlfriend's chest was pressed almost directly into his thighs. He had dreamed of holding her this closely before, and knowing that they were so close to reliving his highest fantasies made him feel almost giddy and high. Below him, she asked in a low, curious tone if he was nervous, and Kurt let out a breathy laugh, and said nothing for a moment, as if to let the mirthful noise speak for him. But finally, he said,<strong>"<em>Ja</em>. But only a little bit. I want to give you the best night of your life, <em>liebling</em>, and I only hope that I am good enough for you."</strong>His pointed tail rose secretly behind her, and stroked the back of her head softly, before it brushed down her back, slid beneath the strap of her bra, and gave it an impish<em>snap</em>.<br/><br/>He nudged out of her grasp so that he could kneel before her, bringing his face close to her own. He had stared into her eyes from such an intimate distance many times before, but it enthralled him each and every time. Kurt gave her a toothy grin and leaned closer to her, as if to kiss her, but instead his arms wrapped behind her back, and after his nimble fingers had their way with her, Hope would feel the tension in her top loosen as her bra was undone. Then he finally gave her what he had suggested through his movements and their closeness as he pressed his lips into hers and stealing a kiss. His hands graced beneath her arms, stroking briefly across her ribcage before he took the undergarment that still clung to her chest and delicately pulled it away, only to replace them with his palms a moment later, massaging her breasts and rolling her nipples between his digits as he stole the breath from her. His tail, as dexterous as a third hand, began to pluck at his belt buckle, loosening his waist and then slowly tugging them down his thigh. It was a job that his tail could not accomplish on its own, as it had been looped through a hole cut through the back of his butt, but he hoped that his girlfriend would help him, as he had helped her.