<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e6/b9/66/e6b966a6fb49c19181d2cb6d597c1b78.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitty Pride | Shadowcat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the beaten path<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 6th, 11:30<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Heather<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Enjoying a friend, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br/><hr/><br/>The last question was a great one. And Kitty HAD been about to respond about the sobriety bracelets, but hadn't gotten a chance to. This was one of the things about Heather...she could be all business one second, and a shameless flirt the next. And so when that hand vanished behind them, Kitty hadn't really thought much about it, until those fingers found their way to firm cheek of her ass, causing the young woman to jump and squeek.<br/><br/>Were it any other time....ANY other...Kitty would have just let it go, or playfully admonished Heather for being so shameless. Unfortunately this was neither of those. Heather had the odd luck of being with a Kitty that had spent a good amount of time with Colossus...time which had left her a squirming puddle of want. Was the bright-colored haired woman able to pic up on that? Kitty didn't know...but somehow, she was feeding into it just perfectly.<br/><br/>Immediately Kitty's cheeks were a bright red, and she cleared her threat, glancing around in hopes that nobody had heard. Not that there was much chance of that...the duo was far enough away from the mansion to be pretty much alone. Still, Kitty was going to try to be cool...though her heart had begun racing anew. "School slut my ass, Heather. You're a friend, and you know I love ya..."<br/><br/>It was, of course, the gods honest truth. Kitty thought of Heather as a close friend, and loved their time together...sexual hijinx or not. All the same, Kitty lifted her bottle to her lips, and began chugging the carbonated liquid rather quickly, before tossing the now empty bottle in the bag she brought. It wouldn't do to litter...and she was sure that one of the teachers would be pissed if it was found out students were drinking in the woods together. "Besides..." she began as an after-thought. "...when have I ever given a shit what others think of me? Friends are more important than gossipy bitches."