Kitten's Got Claws...

A second later, a boot suddenly comes flying out of the wall at my head. At the moment of impact however, it passes through me. A second later, the young girl's crotch is smashing into my face, knocking me backward into the dirt and flowers. The young teen falls onto me with a thud, her ass landing unceremoniously on my face.

As Kitty lands on top of me, the tight costume accenting her body pulls even tighter along her frame. Instead of being bereft however, the young mutant gets angry. "Who are you and why are you spying on me?”

Trying to look up at her, all I can see is the fabric of her costume pressed up into the folds of her slit. I smirk, trying to stifle a chuckle.

"I didn't mean to!" I say nervously. "I'm a mutant, they told me to come here!"

Kitty frowns, looks me over curiously. "Most people would come to the front door... not spy through a window.”

"I needed to see what this place was before announcing myself." I answer, my breath hot as I talk, deliberately blowing up towards her crotch as I speak. "I didn't know if it was safe."

With her legs still wrapped around each side of my head, I look up at her with boyish-grin. She's probably only a few years younger than I am. "At least your foot missed my face. You probably would have broken my nose."

"Yeah... that was the intent." Kitty says in exasperation. The hot breath blowing over her body causes her to squirm uncomfortably. "I missed.”

Slowly, the young mutant rises and gets to her feet. Still standing over me, she frowns. "Sorry about that. You startled me a bit and I’m the only one here."

Still smiling at her, I stare up between her legs as she stands over me. "So what is this place exactly?" I ask, reaching my hand up for assistance. "They didn't tell me much, just the address."

Kitty reaches down to take my hand, helping me up. “It’s a school. For mutants. A safe place for us to learn to control our powers. Maybe even do some good with them.”

"Really?” I ask, getting to my feet. About a head taller than her, my hair nearly matched hers, except shorter with a slight feather-layered affect.

"So it's like what? K-12th grade? Technically, I'm a Junior, although a more accurate description would be dropout." I laugh half-heartedly.

Looking around, I bend down to pick up a broken flower-stem from the dirt and mud. I hand it to the girl with a smile. "I'm Chris. Chris Roberts."

"Kind of…" She smiles, blushing slightly as she takes the flower from me. "Nice to meet you, Chris. I’m Kitty Pryde."