<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/>Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262268.msg13048194#msg13048194)<br/><hr/><br/><em>This is a good night...</em><br/><br/>It really was...Kitty had to agree. And she was enjoying herself a lot...more than just physically. She always enjoyed hanging out with Heather...but the sexual charge between them was palpable. Kitty almost felt itchy, wanting more...but not even really knowing what that more was. Were it with a guy, she would be completely aware. As it was, she wanted something. Time would have to tell what that something would be.<br/><br/>As they got to the cave, the darkness seemed to grow. Had they really been out that long? Still, Kitty had trained her night vision. SHe didn't actually SEE Heather...but she knew she was there, and there was a silhouette. They were so alone, and enclosed, even with being out in the open. The entire scene felt so intimate, so....right.<br/><br/>And then Heather leaned in.<br/><br/>Kitty felt herself getting drawn in further. As lips met hers, she couldn't stop a soft whimper of desire from escaping her throat, only to be swallowed by Heather's lips. Arms wrapped tighter around the taller woman, fingers curling into her top. The feel of that leg slipping between hers was like a switch being turned. She gasped, moaning softly into the kiss as she pressed covered mound against Heather's legs, grinding herself against the woman. Kitty was so hot, and there was a definite searing heat coming from between her thighs that she wanted....no,<em>needed</em>...to be quenched.<br/><br/>Feeling that other leg wrap around her, her hand traveled along Heather's hip, fingers curling along the outer expanse of that thigh, holding it close. Other hand fumbled awkwardly, slipping beneath Heathers shirt, and coming up along her back. She shivered, feeling the backstrap of the other womans bra. They were going to go further...weren't they? Was Kitty reading Heather wrong?<br/><br/>Was it possible too? Heather was known far and wide for these types of trysts. Kitty never realized how much she wanted to be one...wanted to enjoy Heather, feel her, maybe taste her. The decision was finally made, fingers slowly curling around the womans torso, her palm coming to rest against Heathers breast, giving a gentle squeeze.<br/><br/>Slowly, she parted from the kiss. Panting heavily, she looked to Heathers face, their lips just inches from each other. "H...heather..." Her voice was a hoarse whisper. She couldn't believe she was going to say what she was. "I....I want you. P...please..."