<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.freeapplewallpapers.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Eliza-Dushku.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rogue is starting to realize it's hard to tell Heather "no."<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>See image.<br/><hr/><br/>Heather's slow, tender, careful touches along her body felt like both heaven and hell to the Southern belle. Each brush, each stroke, made her shiver in pleasure. Each new feeling made her gasp, if not moan outright. Rogue's skin, so extra sensitive touch, to feelings so often denied it, felt like it was on fire as the rainbow-haired nymphomaniac pleasured her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, with the hottest flame focused there between her legs as Heather's tongue continued to press against her through the increasingly soaked silk.<br/><br/>Between Rogue's feminine juices and Heather's saliva, the silk was almost sheer. It clung to Rogue's body like a second skin, outlining everything perfectly for the girl. The hand over Heather's own clung tightly to it, needing a way to touch her, hold her, to do...<em>something</em>.<br/><br/>Her body was screaming for more. It also screamed to do something, anything, in return. She wanted to touch Heather, grab her, hold her. She wanted to feel this directly, despite the danger and foolishness that would be. To do something to return these feelings...There had to be a way. But the sheet was already precariously draped around her own body, and trying to shift and move to touch Heather would risk running out of material. An accident could happen, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt Heather--especially in that moment. So with no other outlet than moaning, squriming, vocally expressing her pleasure...Well, that was what Rogue did.<br/><br/>"Fuck..." that Southern accent, deep and heady with lust, moaned out, "Heather...Ah!" The girlish squeal, a sound Rogue would never normally make, caught her throat when Heather focused on her clit. The hand over Heather's squeezed it through the sheets, her lower body bucking up slightly into the nympho's face. Her hand stayed with Heather's as it started to train up her body. Once she realized what was going to happen, she shivered in anticipating, the hand on her other breast pausing, waiting, to feel Heather's on the twin mound. The pinches that followed?<br/><br/>"Heather!" she moaned again. Rogue's body jerked as a mini-orgasm swept her suddenly, a teaser of what was to come, as the dam inside of her felt like it was swelling to burst. Her head lifted enough to look at the girl between her legs as she heard her speak. Green eyes were a love of lust and need, a pleading look for more. Hearing the airy tone to her lover's voice only made her whimper...Oh how she needed this girl. "Hng, please, it's...Don' stop..." she practically begged. "Inside? Shug, Ah don' care, do anything, just...not stop..." Her hand on Heather's pushed it down firmer into the breast, wanting more than the careful treatment she had been given. "Ah wanna touch you...Ah can't...Ah wanna share this..."