Jean Grey dropped wearily onto her bed, a small sigh escaping her crimson lips as she stared up at the ceiling. What a long, hard day it had been. Beginning with saving the planet, yet AGAIN, from some power hungry, mutant asshole with a hard-on for destruction. After that she was forced to listen to Professor Xavier babble on for an hour or so about how the world was lucky to have the X-Men around to save them. Her day ending with her husband Scott (known to most as Cyclops) begging her to give him a quick blow job before he had to run off. And of course she did, being a loving wife. But now she was tired and annoyed.
Damn it, when was someone going to fulfill HER needs, she thought, frowning. With another small sigh, she stood up and moved to the bathroom, wiping Scott's sticky cum off her cheek. She stripped out of her skin tight uniform with a low growl as her sopping wet pussy clung to the crotch of it. Tossing it aside, she turned the faucet to the shower and climbed in, the water already warm. Her long red hair clung to her face as she hung her head under the pounding spray of the shower head. Lifting a face clothe she washed her face, ridding it of dried jiz.
The warm water felt tremendous on her soft flesh and the bathroom quickly filled with steam. Lathering herself up with soap, she slowly washed her toned and tanned body, her fingertips crawling gently across her flesh. Casually, her fingers brushed against her swollen pink lips, sending a tingle through her cunt, as she washed. Realizing that her husband would be gone for sometime, she grinned and slid two slender digits deep into her moistening hole.
A low moan coming from her throat as those fingers began to work hard and fast, a faint squishing sound being made as they pounded in and out fiercely. In no time, she was breathing heavy and quite close to cumming, her head swimming with the promise of pleasure. Jamming her fingers in and out like her very life depended on this one, simple orgasm. And then there was a knock at her bedroom door and she gasped, startled by the intrusion of this lovely moment. They'll go away, she thought as she tugged at her small pink nipple with her free hand, her fingers still buried deep in her throbbing cunt. Another loud knock and she groaned, giving up what she was doing, the distraction throwing her orgasm off.
Mumbling loudly, she shut the water off and climbed out, wrapping a towel around her wet body as she headed for the door. Before she could get there, another knock was given and she yelled. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold on a fuckin minute! GOD!"
She opened the door, a scowl on her face as she held the towel tightly around her torso. Her attitude and facial expression changed when she saw who it was. Rogue stood there in a pair of boxer shorts and a short t-shirt that showed off her tight tummy. The southern belle offered a warm smile as she stood there, her curly brown hair with its white strip pulled back into a tight ponytail. "I'm sorry Jean. I did'n mean ta botha ya. Jus thought maybe ya could use some comp'ny since Scott is gone fer awhile" she spoke low. Jean blushed slightly as she stood before the rather beautiful Rogue in nothing but a towel, that was certainly not hiding her body well.
"It's alright Rogue...... I was uh.... just in the shower" she said softly. "Well I could come back later if ya busy Jean" the southerner offered. Suddenly, Jean had an idea and smiled playfully. "No. Actually I'm all done in the shower. Why dont you come in?". Rogue smiled and nodded as Jean stepped aside to let her in. She couldn't help but notice how sweet of an ass Rogue had, and her perfume smelled so good, teasing her senses as she walked by. Jean gave a quick glance about the hallway and not seeing anyone, shut the door and locked it.
With the sway of nicely curved hips, she moved to her dresser, a glance given to Rogue over her shoulder. "I... umm... did'n see ya 'round much today. Ya musta been pretty busy, huh?" Rogue nervously asked. Jean let the towel drop and she turned to face her team mate, a mischievous grin on her soft red lips. Rogue's mouth hung open now in amazement and shock as she stared at Jean. She suddenly realized that seeing her naked made her horny.
She had never been with a woman before, but the sight of Jeans, small but perky tits and her fire red pussy hair made her wet. "I was kind of busy today, yeah. But I'm not now" Jean purred, stepping closer to the startled southerner. Her hand slowly trailing downward to rest between creamy thighs, firmly pressed to her moist and puffy folds. Rogue shook nervously as she watched the obscene gestures of her normally quite friend. "You know, it's too bad your mutant power doesn't allow anyone to touch you without being harmed. I sure would love to play with your little pussy sweety" Jean continued. Rogue didn't know what to say and she fumbled over her words; "Jean....I....uh....ain't ne'er...done nothin... umm... like this before".
