<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>A first kiss, wearing this (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_438218775_00/1.0x0.jpg) minus the bag<br/><hr/><br/>Kitty's whole mind had gone blank. Any thoughts of protesting what was happening when Heather teased her, that thigh pressed between her legs, putting delicious pressure against her aching, covered slit. Kitty was almost embarrassed at how wet Heather had made her, how filled with need she had become.<br/><br/>And then, Heather hit her weak spot.<br/><br/>As lips descended upon her neck, Kitty seemed to just melt, becoming absolute putty in the other woman's hands. Arms wrapped tighter around Heathers back, one hand lifting to allow finger to curl in multi-colored tendrils. A sweet moan escaped her, the only way she could really voice her desire. The hand upon Heathers breast began squeezing and massaging, albeit awkwardly. She had touched herself, sure. And while Heather had a similar body type, there were differences. Still, it was exciting, new. And Kitty wondered why she had waited so long.<br/><br/>Her eyes remained closed as she felt her jacket slipping away. The nip in the air was ignored, she barely felt it. A small whimper came from her, feeling her shirt being lifted up, her arms leaving Heathers body to raise up above her head. And like that, Kitty was down to her bra and leggings. Firm, small breasts heaved, her back arching as feminine fingers teased over the covered mound. She gasped at the feel of her bra loosening...knowing that in a moment, another woman was going to be looking at her breasts.<br/><br/>Licking her lips, Kitty melted into the kiss, returning it with a heat and urgency that shocked her. The removal of Heathers clothes as well had her looking to the woman's bra, and caused her to swallow hard. Reaching behind Heather, she would blush as she fumbled with the clasp, nodding as Heather suggested the same time. Panting, she smiled as she finally felt the strap give way.<br/><br/>Slowly, she would begin lowering Heathers bra, exposing simultaneously Heathers breasts along with her own. Pink nipples were stiff, standing proudly from the small mounds. "I....I'm not cold." Still, it could be the fact that Kitty was shivering that made her ask. The thing was, her trembling was from desire, not cold. "I...I'm hot. So....so hot..."