X-Men: Evolution Ch. 03

What the hell is going on?

She pulled the strap back up to her shoulder. As she lifted her head, her eyes meet with Bobby's. The young boy lost himself in Rogue's beautiful green eyes and for a brief moment, Rogue thought of how pretty his icy blue eyes were. However, the moment was lost as both of Rogue's tank top straps fell to her side. Bobbie's eyes were quick to notice this and his glance was once again locked on Rogue's ample rack. During his earlier staring binge he already deduced that she wasn't wearing a bra, and now her tank top had barely any support to keep it up.

Please let it fall, please let it fal, was the single thought that echoed through his head.

However, Rogue was quick to pull up the two straps, obviously not wanting to give the young boy anything else to gawk at.

What the hell is going on? The brunette Goth thought.

All of a sudden Rogue felt something grab her breast. Her entire body jumped up from her seat and she let out a yelp. Bobby's eyes could have burned a whole through Rogue's chest he was staring so much at her breast, but somehow he noticed her jump.

"You ok Rogue?" Bobby asked taking his attention away from her chest... for a brief moment.

Rogue quickly nodded in response. Bobby was the only person in her near vicinity, even then he was still a few arm lengths away. There wouldn't have been anyway for him to grab her breast, and be back in his seat in seconds. Rogue also would have seen his hand or anyone's hand for that matter.

Maybe it was Kurt, he can teleport after all, she thought looking over at blue furred young man. Naw, everyone in the room would have noticed him teleporting.

Rogue continued to look around the kitchen. Her head slowly panned across from one end of the room to the other. All of a sudden, a certain redhead grabbed her attention. At the stove, standing next to Logan was Jean Grey, staring right back at Rogue, with a wicked smirk on her face. Yesterday, while Jean and Rogue experimented in the art of pussy eating, Jean displayed, much to Rogue's annoyance, her telepathic mutant powers. However, Jean did not make any use of her other mutant ability, her telekinesis. It is the ability to move any object with a person's thoughts; it is also the ability that allowed Jean to cop a feel of Rogue's ample breasts...... standing ten feet away.

Jean what the hell are you doing!! Rogue thought.

Well... you gave Scott such a nice show, Jean telepathically said, And since were a team and all, I thought everyone deserved just as much.

Ah already told you, Ah was just flirting with him! Rogue thought to Jean.

I just don't think I can trust you 'sugah'. I think I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. And that lesson is 'Don't fuck with MY boyfriend.'

Jean grabbed a cup of coffee and casually walked back over to the kitchen island and sat down on a stool. She took a sip, looked over at Rogue and began.

Using her telekinetic powers, Jean used a non-existent hand to grab Rogue's ample breast. Rogue couldn't help but flinch at the sudden pressure. She tried to get up and leave before Jean could do anymore but an invisible force held her down.

Jean don't, please don't do this... not here.

Jean ignored the request and went on. Through Rogue's tank top, she telekinetically pinched her nipple. Rogue flinched again, letting out a very quiet moan as her nipples were being tweaked. It didn't take long for her nipples to become fully erect. Across the table, Bobby tried to divert his attention from Rogue's breast and continued eating his own breakfast. However, he quickly noticed Rogue's erect nipples protruding from her tank top and nearly coughed up his breakfast. Trying to play it cool, he remained fixated on his food and only occasionally took a peek at her nipplage.

Rogue then felt the pressure on her breasts and nipples leave, and a sense of relief flooded over her. However, Jean's lesson was far from over.

The brunette Goth took in a deep breath and winced as Jean's telekinetic 'finger' gently brushed from top to bottom of Rogue's pussy lips. Jean gave Rogue's pussy numerous teasing passes, relishing in each and every flinch she saw Rogue have. After a few more teasing passes, Jean began to rub Rogue's clit. Rogue tried to hide her heavy breathing, but the circular rhythm applied to clitoris was too much and Bobby couldn't help but notice. She tried to muffle as many moans and sighs as she could but the pleasure was hard to contain.

Please... Jean... stop.

Jean smugly looked over at Rogue as she continued to telekinetically finger her.

Oh come on, Jean thought, your enjoying this. See?

Jean then spread apart Rogue's pussy revealing her wetness. She inserted a 'finger' into the wet snatch. Rogue couldn't help but throw her head back in reaction and across the table, Bobby jerked his own head up at the unexpected move.

"You ok Rogue?"

Rogue blinked her eyes a few times trying to regain her composure.

"Y..yeah, A..ah f..fine." Rogue said, stammering for breath. She then pretended to crack her neck; like that was the real reason she arched her head.

A muffled moan came deep within Rogue's her throat as 'Jean fingers' began to work harder and faster. Rogue entire began to shiver, and she was squirming all around in her seat. She closed her eyes, and lowered her head, trying to be as quite as possible. Jeans 'finger' then slammed deep into her Rogue's wet pussy causing an immense orgasm to crash down upon Rogue. She instinctively squeezed her pale legs together and grabbed onto the leather seat as wave upon wave crashed down. Rogue collapsed into her seat with loud sigh of content. She looked up, breathing heavily, her normally paled face was a rosy shad of red.

I'm impressed that you managed to hold that orgasm in Rogue, bravo, Jean telepathically said. You managed to hide it from everyone in the room... well almost everyone.

Oh shit, Rogue thought as her eyes darted over across the table. The young Bobby Drake was flabbergasted. He sat there, mouth wide-open, eyes opened to the max and a fork full of pancakes stuck in mid flight. He wasn't quite sure what he saw but one thing was sure, it was arousing.

Rogue noticed that Jean had let go of her telekinetic hold on her. She quickly grabbed her empty bowl of cereal, exited the breakfast nook and bolted straight out of the kitchen. As the brunette Goth passed by, Jean just gave her a smug, arrogant look.

"Bye Rogue."

Back at the breakfast nook, Bobby continued to sit in his chair, in complete shock. He did have a desperate urge to follow Rogue, but a raging hard on prevented such a pursuit. All he could do was try and fight off his erection before anyone else noticed. Just then Logan sat down with his recently cooked sausage omelet. Just as the gruff man was about to dive into his food, he picked up an odd sent. He sniffed the air a few times. The scent was familiar but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. After a few more sniffs, Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Hey kid," He said, talking to Bobby "You smell something?"

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"Rogue!"

For tha love of god go away, Rogue thought as the stream of water pounded down upon her head.

"Rogue! You, like better not being using all of the hot water in there!" Kitty yelled as she pounded against the bathroom door.

"Don't worry Kitty Ah'm not," Rogue replied.

Ah'm actually using up all of the cold water.

Rogue's mutant power is the ability to absorb another person's memories and in the case of mutants, their powers. Kitty's mutant power is the ability to become intangible, walking through walls and other solid objects, which she calls 'phasing'. Utilizing her mutant power, she easily bypassed the bathroom's locked door and phased through it.

"Damn it Kitty, can't Ah have some privacy?" Rogue grumbled.

"Jeez what's wrong with you? You've been in here for like, 30 minutes."

Rogue leaned downed and turned off the shower faucet.

"Ah just needed a long, cold shower... " Rogue said as she poked her out from the shower curtain.

"Thinking of Scott again are we?" Kitty asked as she handed Rogue a towel.

"Oh... um... yeah Scott... " Rogue said as she wrapped the towel around her body

Kitty noticed the hesitation in Rogue's voice. Her eyes locked on Rogue as she walked over to the bathroom sink.

Did Jean and her really hook up?

Kitty walked up next to Rogue as the southern Goth combed her wet hair.

"So, did you doing anything like, interesting yesterday?" Kitty asked.

Rogue froze.

"Nah, not really. Just messed around in our room most of the day."

Kitty looked down and couldn't help but get an eyeful of Rogue's large breast swelling up against her towel. She gave the one boob an odd look. Just barely exposed from the towel was a small circular dark spot. Kitty gave the mark puzzled look.

Is that what I think it is? Kitty questioned herself.

Kitty's eyes darted over and gave the mark on Rogue breast one more look. Her jaw dropped.

IT IS! That's a freaking hickey! Like, that's a freaking hickey on her BOOB!

Kitty turned around and walked over to the shower.

I can't believe it! Rogue and Jean really had sex! Oh my god! Like, oh my god! OH MY GOD!............ Ok, like calm down.

Kitty turned her head and looked over at her roommate.

Great my roommate's gay--bi at the least.

Kitty then went over and turned on the shower faucet, alternating the hot and cold until the water was perfect. She was hesitant to remove her clothing. Rogue and Kitty and shared a room for close to two years and had seen each other naked plenty of times. However, Kitty's sudden "discovery" about her roommate made things--different. She looked over her shoulder, wanting to time this perfectly. As soon as Rogue bent down to get something from the bathroom cabinet, Kitty frantically stripped out of her pink PJs and jumped into the shower.

Now only if Rogue would leave before I'm done...

Kitty slowly hung her head under the faucet, soaking her long brunette hair. She twisted her naked body around, dousing her skin with the warm water. She then knelt down and grabbed a bar of soap and began to scrub it across her smooth skin, first lathering her face and then hanging her head back down into the spray, washing herself clean. Kitty then brought the soap down to her small, perky breasts. She repeated the lathering and washing process to her entire body--her stomach, her arms, her legs, anything and everything that would waste time. Next she moved on to her wash her hair. She lathered, she rinsed--hell, she even repeated.

Damn, wish I like, didn't shave my legs yesterday, Kitty thought as she realized there was nothing else to wash.

Well this 'as got to be the longest shower ever, Rogue can't still be here. Kitty poked her head out of the shower curtain.

Damn, she's still in here, Kitty thought. Well, looks like I can't postpone this any longer.

She turned off the shower and once again poked her head out.

"Hey Rogue, could you like, get me a towel?"

Rogue unscrewed an eyeliner cap and leaned in closer to the mirror.

"Get it yourself," she sassily responded.

"You lazy bitch! Come on, get me one!"

Rogue just continued applying her dark blue eyeliner.

"Get it yourself, Ah'm busy."

"Come on Rogue!" Kitty wined.

"Jesus Christ Kitty," Rogue said, now starting to get angry. She stomped over to the bathroom closet and got a towel. "What is it, bothered Ah might see ya naked?" She sarcastically snapped.

"Well... " Kitty said, shrugging her shoulders

Rogue gave Kitty a weird look.

"Gawd Kitty, it's not like I haven't see ya naked before." Rogue said, handing her roommate the towel.

Yeah well, that was before I knew you liked that sorta thing, Kitty thought as she wrapped the towel around her wet body. Kitty started to become a little nervous, realizing that both were only covered in towels.

What if she like, puts a move on me? Kitty thought. Not wanting to be involved in this uncomfortable situation any longer, she went straight for the door. She quickly flung it open, only to be stopped dead in her tracks. Standing outside of the bathroom, just about to knock on the door was Logan, a.k.a Wolverine. Noticing the two girls were almost naked, he turned his head, adverting his eyes from the young flesh in front of him.

"Oh, Hi Logan," Kitty meekly said, trying to somehow cover herself.

"Sorry to intrude girls. The Professor has discovered a new mutant signature. This mutant isn't on any of our records and is potentially very powerful. The Professor wants the team to track this mutant down and make contact with him... or her."

"So pretty much the usual search and recruit?" Rogue asked, walking up behind Kitty.

"Pretty much 'Stripes," Logan responded, trying desperately to keep eye contact with his young student. It was hard, though, as Rogue's breasts were nearly spilling out from her towel. "So you two, get suited up and meet down in the X-Jet in twenty minutes."

"Well, so much for going shopping," Kitty said as she and Rogue made their way for their room.

"Shopping?" Rogue questioned. "You just went yesterday."

"What's your point?" Kitty asked with a smile, opening the door to their room. Both girls walked over to their respected closets and pulled out their uniforms. Rogue didn't hesitate in removing her towel, exposing her pale, toned body. She causally walked over to her dresser drawers and rummaged through her clothing. She pulled out a black thong and a black bra. As Rogue slipped on her bra, strap-by-strap, she couldn't help but glance across the room. Kitty was fumbling around in her own dresser, still draped in her towel. Yesterday Rogue finally realized that she was bisexual, so she had been looking at some of the girls in the Institute in a new way this morning. Seeing Kitty in only a towel, however, wasn't doing anything for her.

Hmm... Ah don't understand it. Beautiful long brown silky hair, kinda tan & smooth skin, small but perky boobs, tight little butt. Overall a petite little hottie. So, why aren't ah attracted to her?

As Rogue tried to find a reason, Kitty slipped a pair of pink panties under her towel. She then completely turned her back to Rogue and finally took off her towel. Rogue couldn't help but stare as Kitty slipped on her bra. Kitty could "feel" Rogue's gaze and tried to hook on her pink bra as quickly as possibly, but the sudden pressure and embarrassment caused Kitty to fumble with the hooks. Rogue noticed Kitty's struggle.

"Need some help there?"

Kitty's eyes widened with fear.

"NO!" Kitty blurted out. "No that's ok. Thanks anyway."

She finally clasped the hooks together and felt a little more secure around Rogue. However, walking around in only her underwear in front of a girl who liked that sorta thing was still too much for Kitty. She swiftly walked over to her closet and pulled out her uniform. These weren't your typical uniforms, however, and Kitty, Girl Genius didn't even know what they were made of. Whatever they were made out of, they did their job perfectly. Strong as Kevlar, stretchy as spandex, and comfortable as cotton. Like each X-Man uniform, Kitty's had her own unique design. Her particular uniform was a one piece that zipped up from the crotch to just above the bust line. It is mainly black except for a blue stripe in the middle, both back and front. It forms a nice thong-like image when staring at her tight little ass. The collar is yellow along with her gloves. Her thick boots are the same blue as her uniform's stripe.

Seeing Kitty slip on her uniform kinda cued Rogue to get her own. Just like every other X-Men, she had her own unique variation of uniform. First she slipped on her black pants bottom, shimmying her body around, wiggling into the tight material. Rogue then grabbed the black long-sleeved top and pulled it down over her upper body. She then moved over to her bed and sat down, crossing her legs as she slipped her feet into her thick, dark gray boots. Next was one of the more unique parts of her costume, a dark green armor breast plating. Of the eight X-Men, only Rogue's costume had any real armor on it. She never quite understood why the Professor gave her the armor. Maybe it was because she had no real offensive or defensive power to protect herself.

Or maybe the Professor doesn't want any harm to come to ma huge rack, Rogue thought, giggling at the idea.

Whatever the reason, Rogue did enjoy having the armor. It provided a nice substitute for a sports bra, something Rogue defiantly needed. She quickly buckled her yellow belt around her waist and then pulled out the finishing touch to her costume: her dark yellow gloves. Rogue flopped them around in her hands.

Ah guess ah really don't need these anymore, she thought. Ah have control of ma power--- but then again, ah don't wanna ruin ma nails.

She slipped them on and gave herself a once over in the mirror, adjusting her hair.

"God and people think I'm shallow," Kitty exclaimed as she looked over at her roommate. "Jeez Rogue, we're not going on a date here, stop fussing with your hair!" Kitty yelled as she tugged at Rogue's arm. The brunette Goth gave in and ran down the hallway with her roommate, straight towards the X-Jet.

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Saint anger 'round my neck

Saint anger 'round my neck

He never gets respect

Saint anger 'round my neck

You flush it out, you flush it out

Saint anger 'round my neck

You flush it out, you flush it out

You flush it out, you flush it out

Fuck it all and no regrets

I hit the lights on these dark sets

I need a voice to let myself

To let myself go free

Fuck it all and no regrets

"God, does that kid have to listen to the crap so loud?" Wolverine snickered.

"Hey, I put up with that music all the time," Kitty said. "You guys can, like, suffer for once."

"Metallica isn't that bad," Scott admitted, looking back at his teammate from the pilot chair of the X-Jet.

"Hey, pay attention to your flying bub!" Wolverine harshly commanded.

"Haha! Cyclops got in trouble!" Nightcrawler said, pointing and laughing.

"Hey man, why don't you let me fly? I'd totally be killer at flying this baby," Evan, aka Spyke gloated.

"Killer, as in killing us all," Wolverine mockingly responded. "No Porcupine. Considering that blaring racket Rogue is listening to, Cyclops is doing ok."

"Hey come on guys, lay off Rogue," Jean said, breaking up the gang up on our young Goth. "She's listening to her headphones, just leave her be."

The entire group fell silent and stopped their teasing of Rogue. Jean looked back at Rogue and gave her a wink. Completely oblivious to the entire event, Rogue was taken off guard by the gesture.

What the hell was that about? She thought.

Rogue wasn't the only one taken by Jean's actions. Across the row, Kitty sat dumfounded.

Jean... of all the people to be stick up on Rogue, I'd never pick her. Jeez, if I had any doubts before, I'm confident now, they had sex! Kitty looked over at Jean, who was sitting very elegantly. Her legs were crossed, hands in her lap; all in all she had her normal smug, preppy attitude about her. Kitty then looked back at Rogue, the southern Goth, slouched down in the X-Jet seats. Nearly everything she stood for was the complete opposite of Jean. So what in the world could have made them hook up?