<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mPBjarJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Highlights - Heather Donald (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her dorm room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 5th 2:00 am (night of the 4th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue - CLOSED -<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Heather grows more seductive. She puts herself between Rogue's legs and positions herself over the jelly, prepared to lick it off.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>pajamas (http://i.imgur.com/hl6MKBt.jpg)<br/><strong>Continued From:</strong>Dorm room scene (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262267.msg12973382#msg12973382)<br/><hr/>Heather swooned. She was starting to turn into a quivering mess. Heather could feel something very similar to sex coming. This was her only outlet for the last month or so. Being intimate with Rogue was hardly the most satisfying sex ever. Not for either of them. But it was the most emotional sex Heather had ever had. It didn't feel like she was taking the easy way out with Rogue. It was the exact opposite. She was restraining herself with Rogue. She wanted to make her girlfriend feel satisfaction, it was never about her own orgasms. It wasn't about penis worship like it was so often with her. Heather desired to make Rogue feel good. That was all, but it still got her motor running hot. Heather was absolutely addicted to this feeling, and tasting it like this was enough for her to slip into a bit of a red tainted rage of excitement. The rest of the world fell away when she was actively fucking. It was nothing like that with Rogue, Heather was still convinced that what they did still wasn't even considered sex. She'd really never felt Rogue's hands, or her touch, or her kiss.<br/><br/>Tonight did feel special though. Everything Rogue did was erotic. She couldn’t help herself around this wildly sexy southern belle. She could feel the heat coming from Rogue through the sheets. Every word the other girl spoke was just dripping with tension and sexual avarice.<strong>“Not everyone needs sleep.”</strong>Heather slid her hand up, keeping the slik between them, Heather cupped Rogue’s breast through the sheet. She watched as the jelly came dangerously close to the expensive bedding. Heather kneaded at the soft skin, pawing at Rogue’s chest, and biting her lip as she watched the girl’s skin react.<strong> “You get to recharge like I do.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Trust be damned.”</strong>Heather joked, she was moving her lips closer and closer to Rogue’s ear. Her whispers growing even more seductive.<strong>“I don’t know how to behave, or school… but I study in bed for a reason.”</strong>Heather’s bed was connected to her subconscious for sexual purposes. Heather remembered her sexual experiences better than her schooling experiences.<strong>“It’ll work better if we’re using it together … for school.”</strong><br/><br/>Heather was starting to feel like she had been given enough permission to kiss Rogue. She moved slowly, with purpose, and calm sexual appetite. Sliding down, Heather lowered herself from the bed, and her hand slid around Rogue’s back. As she moved away, Highlights reach wasn't quite what she wanted, so she had to Leave Rogue's delightful breast alone for a moment, Heather tugged at the sheet and pulled it away from Rogue’s shoulders. The sleeping gown she was wearing made Heather moan unintentionally.<strong>"Mmmmnng."</strong>She bit her lip, and got to her knees. Heather tugged at the gown as well, pulling it down, exposing the top of Rogue's breast, and giving her better access to the jelly. Highlights snuggled up between Rogue’s legs. Her pajamas protected her from the girl's dangerous inner thigh skin. Heather put her arms around Rogue and leaned in. Her lips were directly over the jelly on her girlfriend’s chest. She could smell the strawberry.<strong>“Was..."</strong>Her breath was deep and ragged.<strong>"...that a yes? Baby?” </strong>Her blue eyes peered upward into Rogue’s, she looked so excited. Her body was hot, she could feel the undeniably wet squish against the tight, tiny cotton of her panties.<strong>“Can I touch you now?”</strong>