“Your shirt,” Mackenzie clarified, pulling it up a little further. Her brain wasn’t quite functioning right, every little bit of skin that was exposed was slowly killing her. She wanted to just rip the shirt of the girl, they could fix it later. That wouldn’t be taking it easy however, and she figured that the ripping each other’s clothes off could wait for another time. “Off,” she said firmly.

She watched intently as Tatum sat up to take her shirt off, her breath catching in her throat as the redhead rid herself of the offending garment. She was pretty sure that her eye’s were as big as saucers as they dragged slowly down the girl’s bare torso. How could she possibly laugh at the redhead? She was breathtaking, Mackenzie was at a slight loss for words for a moment. She gnawed on her lip as she watched Tatum remove her bra, a smile creeping over her face as it was finally out of the way.

“You’re gorgeous Tat,” She said in a low voice her eyes glued to the younger girl. She felt like those words couldn’t even do the girl justice. She raked her eyes over the other girl’s body again, god, it was so nice. “Oh my fucking god, you’re so beautiful. I could never laugh at you.”

She broke herself from her trance and leaned forward to kiss the redhead. She snaked her arms around the girls body and pulled her against her own. She moaned against the redhead’s lips as their bare skin made contact, her brain practically exploding with sensory overload. The redhead’s skin was so soft, so smooth, Mackenzie couldn’t get enough of it against hers. She pressed her hips into the redhead’s, tangling her right hand with Tatum’s. Her other hand pressed firmly against Tatum’s now exposed breast, massaging it lightly.