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She just laid there for a little while, then stirred. “I’m not wearing much, so I better get started on you.” She reached to undo the buttons of his shirt, then stopped in puzzlement. “Hey, the buttons are backwards.”
“Guys are backward in lots of ways,” Kitty said, kicking off another round of giggling.
Scott looked at Jean and Kitty. “Y’know, it’s kinda hard to be intimate when there’s a comedy team in bed with you.”
“You’re right, Scott,” Jean said. “And it’s not fair to Tiffany. We’re sorry. Here, I’ll shut Kitty up.” She grabbed Kitty by the neck and pulled her head forward for a kiss.
By now Tiffany had unbuttoned Scott’s shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, while he reached under the baby dolls and fondled hers. There wasn’t much to squeeze, but he did as well as he could and also stroked her nipples with his thumbs. Tiffany closed her eyes and moaned. His hands weren’t really rough, but felt different on her than those of a girl. She continued to explore his body at the same time.
“You’re really getting me excited,” she murmured. “Check it out.”
The panties were still pulled down in back, now Scott did so in front and rubbed her bare pussy, savoring the heat and wetness. He slipped a finger into her and worked it around, while she gasped. Then he brought it up to his mouth for a taste. “Primo stuff.” He pressed the finger against her lips and she opened her mouth and tasted herself, sucking on his finger. Then she took his hand and rubbed her cheek against it. At the show of affection, Scott again marvelled at how much this girl had changed since her arrival at the Institute.
Tiffany undid Scott’s belt and unzipped his pants. Then she reached into the shorts. “Oooooohhh. I must be doing it right. It’s hard already.” She handled his dick inside the shorts. “With all the talk about penis envy, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find it or something. But it’s about the same size as Kitty’s.” Read the rest of this entry »
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Kitty waited at the hair salon, reading a magazine. She had already been done and was waiting for Tiffany. Just as she finished an interesting article, she felt the younger girl’s hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see that Tiffany had gone green this time. “Whoa, cool shade,” she said. “I like it.”
Tiffany picked up her packages. “Thanks, Kitty. Where are we supposed to meet the others?”
“Food court. Near the ice cream place.”
“Can we get some? I love ice cream. Hydra didn’t serve it too often.”
When they reached the food court, Jean, Amara, Rahne and Jubilee were already there.
“About time you two showed up,” Jean said. “We thought you had been sacrificed to the Retail God or something. Love the color, Tiffany.” The other girls murmured agreement.
After getting their ice cream, the six of them chattered about everything and nothing for a while.
“Let’s see what you got, Tiff,” Jubilee said.
Tiffany showed the other girls what she had bought before going to the salon.
“Nice, Tiffany,” Rahne said. “Is Kitty still helping you pick them out?”
“Nope,” Kitty said. “She did it all herself this time.”
“Wow,” Jean marvelled. “You’ve turned into a full-fledged mall rat.”
Kitty grinned. “And to think we had to drag her here the first time. Now we have to drag her out.”
After they had been there a little while, Kitty noticed that all of the people who had been sitting nearby had moved to tables farther away, looking back at them with dirty looks. “Our adoring public. I really wish we hadn’t been on TV so many times.”
Jean shrugged. “Take it up with that asshole Trask. He’s the one who had a Sentinel chasing us across town. It wasn’t as if we wanted to be on TV.”
“It was just as much Magneto’s fault, if not more,” Kitty pointed out. “He was the one who wanted everything out in the open. Trask just wanted to kill us.”
“Oh, well,” Amara said. “At least we can talk more freely now, with no one close by. So how do you guys think that the dong situation is progressing? You know, with the boys, now that our cover is blown.”
Jean was thoughtful. “I think it’s going well. It is with Scott, anyway. It doesn’t seem to affect us at all. Well, sometimes he wants to watch me jerk off or fuck another girl, but there hasn’t been a negative impact. All in all, it just allows us to have more fun.” Read the rest of this entry »
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