<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7kbSQT6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest on outskirts of property<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Content:</strong>starting to get naked! R rated now<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These clothes (http://i.imgur.com/DF5IDNB.png) & These Boots (http://i.imgur.com/qFLC5ev.jpg) By the end of the post, she's down to a skirt, some leggings, a bra, and her bracelets.<br/><hr/>It felt wild. The real sense of the word, non prohibited, without fences or restrictions of any kind. It all felt Primal, carnal, ancient, timeless. Xavier’s grounds were much larger than Heather’s mind had made them out to be. She urged to go to the mall so much, to go shopping, to have some fast food for a change, to go to the theatre, to drive again, or to be in the middle of nowhere. She forgot just how far away she could get. And, even within the boundaries that the world had set on her, she could still find this wild somewhere. She felt human again, it was very refreshing.<br/><br/>And she knew that she would only be feeling this with Kitty around.<br/><br/>The two of them got along much better than Heather had anticipated. It was mostly illogical, and that’s how Heather worked. It revolved around feelings, and the actual expressions between them. They communicated well, and mostly they didn’t need words to do it. There was something deep about their connection that Heather neither of them would likely ever understand. It might have been love, but it felt like something different. “This just feels right.” Heather gave her best shot at describing it as Kitty’s hand pressed against her covered breast.<strong>“Aaaah, Kiiit-tee.” </strong>Their breaths combined to make a soft smell of expensive candles.<br/><br/>Heather was thick cream in Kitty’s hands. She whimpered as Kitty expressed her real desires.<strong>“I was waiting for you to say something like that.”</strong><br/><br/>Her rose flavored lips floated downward. She started with Kitty’s neck. Her little nibbles and smacks carried over to the girl’s ear. She mewled against her will. She dropped the bottle to the ground again and again, it stayed unshattered. But it did hit a rock this time, and the hard clink of glass against stone was loud. Heather giggled and spilled into a laugh.<strong>“Oh fuck… I’m pushing my luck.”</strong><br/><br/>With that, her hands quickly went to work. She was slow and careful. She unzipped zippers carefully, unbuttoned things naturally, with two hands, biting her lip. Stripping Kitty down, she wasn’t thorough. Heather didn’t want to expose the other girl to the weather unless she wanted that. Heather just wanted access.<br/><br/>Her beige jacket was left around her shoulders, but removed when she realized that Kitty’s top needed to go. She lifted it up slowly. Kitty was down to her bra, and Heather felt guilty. She was humming, keeping lip tight between her teeth. Kitty’s top was left hanging on a tree branch beside Heather. She giggled at the convenience. The jacket was hanging beside it within seconds.<br/><br/>There really wasn’t much between them. Heather tore at her own clothing and brought herself down to just her bra as well. She hung up her sweater and her top besides Heathers, her bracelets still hanging and clanging together on her left wrist. Heather reached behind Kitty’s back with one hand as she cupped the girl’s breast with the other. Their lips sank together again, Heather was leaning in, forcing their bodies together. She was moaning, humming, hot and focused.<br/><br/>The kiss broke with a gasp from the girl with the rainbow hair.<strong>“… Are you cold, baby? You feel so hot. I don’t mind it.”</strong>Heather’s hand flashed over the clasp on Kitty’s back and loosened the bra. She wanted Kitty to remove her bra at the same time. They could barely see each other. But there was still something special about revealing each other at the same time that turned Heather on. Her body pulsed, the whirring heat in her tummy was starting to ache. Her engine was revved, and her panties were becoming a serious problem. Their legs were still entwined together, Heather started to grind her wet core against Kitty’s thigh. The pressure felt good. She was moaning.<br/><br/><strong>“Same time?”</strong>Heather asked about the removal of their brassieres.