<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatleft">(http://s10.postimg.org/dvxtkr65l/Kimblushduring.png)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong> Kimberly Kamitora<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Emma<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Darkroom</div><br/><hr/><br/>Kim was two knuckles in when she heard the revolving door to the darkroom begin to move and she froze. But try as she might, her breath was still labored. Just how much range did this remote control have? She was still going<em>crazy.</em>When she felt a hand on her butt, the girl sighed in relief and joy. She giggled, at first nervously, but then it turned genuine.<br/><br/>Surely this must have been Sam following her. The girl turned around and cooed, "Couldn't keep away, mm?" She said, reaching over to the girl in the dark and putting one hand up her shirt, around her navel... the other to her breasts. She felt them outside the fabric of the vest and shirt over, and strangely- it wasn't Samantha! She knew just how... voluminous her friend's breasts were, and these were not they. Still, the molestation did not seem... unwelcome.<br/><br/>Even if it wasn't Sam, this girl seemed down to help her vent off some steam... whoever it was. Kim reached for her other breast, massaging Emma in both hands as she eagerly explored the other girl's body. Bigger than hers', but then again that wasn't so difficult for girls their age. Still reeling from the vibrations in two of her sensitive holes, Kim couldn't restrain herself. She leaned in, kissing Emma and forcing her tongue past their lips.