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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 15: Intermediary
“So that’s how I had my first butt-sex and loved every moment,” concluded Tabby. The blonde raised her arms over her head and arched her back, stretching muscles still fatigued from her shift waiting tables. The fabric of her tanktop pulled taut against her curves, highlighting the inward dip of her waist, along with the twin swells of her ample breasts, each crowned at the moment by fingernail-sized nubs.
The silence was deafening. Most of the girls wore expressions ranging from distaste to outright disgust, though some – specifically, Amara, Jubilee, and Rahne – kept their faces neutral. Jean caressed her shapely rear and squirmed in imagined discomfort. Kitty refused to make eye contact, having begun braiding Jean’s hair while Tabby told her story.
Jubilee, who had traded places with Jean, leaned on the sofa’s armrest. “Now that you know Kitty did end up with Kurt,” she wondered, “couldn’t you call up Lance and demand the jeep? I mean, technically, you won the bet, but nobody knew it.”
Tabby just shrugged. “I guess, but it’s not like I could undo him taking me back there. I acknowledged the bet was lost and paid up. If I tried to get the jeep now, it’d feel like a dumb ‘surprise twist’ like you see on one of those reality game shows.”
“Also, he would be unlikely to believe you, I think,” added Amara.
Tabby snorted. “That too, unless Kitty decided to tell him herself.”
Kitty’s azure eyes rolled. “As if! Like I ever wanna talk to that… that… rrrgh!” She pulled a little too hard on Jean’s hair, causing the redhead to cry out.
“I… sense you’re angry,” the telepath stated flatly.
A long moment passed as Kitty seethed. “All the insults I can think of,” she finally explained, “are in Yiddish – nudnik, schlemiel, ganef, mamzer, putz, pisher, schmegeggy!” The last of this string, increasingly vehement as she went, saw Kitty ball her fists and pound her thighs.
That last insult also proved the pebble that started an avalanche. First, from the other girls, came a few snickers. These snickers grew into giggles. Some tried to keep straight faces; but, one by one, they succumbed. Even Kitty, whose brow furrowed at first when they laughed, since she thought they were laughing at her heritage, could not resist joining in.
“Schmegeggy,” repeated Danielle between giggle fits. “What does that even mean?”
“Sounds a maet laek a Scots insult, ‘smeghead’,” commented Rahne. “It’s… prretty grross, so Aye willna explain.”
Kitty stopped laughing long enough to answer her roommate: “It means… dickhead.” This set off another round of laughter amongst the girls.
“That’s fan-fucking-tastic!” cried Tabby. “I’m so using that word from now on.”
Gradually, the laughter died down. Kitty resumed braiding Jean’s hair. However, she still refused to look in Tabby’s direction.
Jean licked her lips. “At the risk of you pulling my hair out,” she began tentatively, “what made you so angry about Lance and Tabby’s trysts?”
“Especially when ya got that steamin’ hunk o’ Russian love,” Rogue added, just a bit sourly.
Kitty sighed. “I guess it, like, bothered me that he took what Tabby offered so soon after I dumped him.” For the first time since Tabby had begun her story, she looked over at the lounging blonde. “It makes me feel like… like all he wanted was to, like, get in my pants, y’know?”
Tabby shook her head slightly. “I dunno. That’s all he wanted from me, at least. I was okay with that, though.”
“Why?” asked Jean. “Being objectified is degrading. I don’t know why I put up with it from Duncan for so long.”
“Ya said he was handsome and charismatic,” Rogue reminded her.
The redhead raised an eyebrow momentarily. “Touché. Still, that only kept me around for a few months.”
Tabby leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, “That’s the key: don’t keep the same guy around for too long. Objectify men right back.” Beside her, Amara’s jaw dropped in utter shock, prompting her roommate to add, “Unless he’s Sam, who’s a total sweetheart.”
Amara relaxed and smiled sadly. “I think I understand you better now, my dear friend. You have never had a man who made you feel special, the way my Sam makes me feel.” Jean and Kitty smiled, thinking of Scott and Piotr, respectively.
“It’s always been just lust for you,” added Jubilee knowingly.
There was a long pause where everyone awaited Tabby’s response. When it came, it was a simple, “Well, yeah.” Her deep-blue eyes darted around the room uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize this was the fucking shrink’s couch,” she added a bit defensively.
“We’ve all gotten the same treatment after our story,” pointed out Jubilee.
“And the preferred term is ‘psychiatrist’,” corrected Jean, whose green eyes twinkled with amusement.
Tabby rolled her eyes and waved dismissively. “Well, excuse me.” She pointed at Kitty. “Maybe you’d like to analyze why she’s so upset about Lance boning me all this time later. Even if he just wanted to bone you – which I’m not convinced of, by the way – you shoulda gotten over it already.”
“I am so not upset you had sex with him!” Kitty protested, utterly unconvincingly.
“Oh mah Gawd,” Rogue sighed, “don’t tell me you still want some Lance in your pants.”
Tabby snickered. “I totally remember that jingle!”
“Well,” Kitty sniffed, “maybe I do have feelings for that jerk. For Kurt too. It’s not that I don’t love Pete, and I’d, like, never cheat on him…” Jean winced, though Kitty could not see it.
“Ye just keep holdin’ th’ candle, lass,” Rahne surmised, “even afterr it’s overr.” Kitty nodded, and the Scots lass continued, “Aye, it’s laek that wi’ me ‘n Jamie.”
“I doubt I could ever stop loving Scott,” Jean mused, “even if something were to happen between us to break us up.”
A faux choking noise came from Jubilee. “I’m drowning in sap over here,” she teased.
“For real,” agreed Tabby. “Somebody else go, and quick.”
“I’ll go,” volunteered Wanda.
All the other girls looked at the daughter of Magneto as if she had just announced that she were actually Magneto in disguise. “You claimed earlier that you were still a virgin,” prompted Amara.
“Right between Danielle and Jubilee,” Kitty added helpfully.
“The two of us who would most want our virginities back,” murmured Danielle. No one seemed to hear her except Rogue, who shot her a sympathetic glance, and Jubilee, who pursed her lips and nodded.
“I am,” Wanda admitted, “in the sense that most of you meant when you told your stories. Tabby, though, expanded the definition of ‘virginity’ to tell her story.” She swallowed nervously. “I merely wish to follow suit.”
Kitty wrinkled her nose. “Please, not another anal story. Gross.”
“Oh, c’mon, Kitty,” Tabby scoffed, “it wasn’t that bad. I know you’re all prudes, but surely at least one of you wants to try anal now after hearing how I came so hard I passed the fuck out.”
From the looks on the girls’ faces, there were no takers, except for Rahne who raised her hand sheepishly. “Aye, ye got me currious,” she admitted, her cheeks reddening a bit.
Jubilee shook her head. Before Tabby could protest, the former teenage prostitute explained, “I said I thought about it for my, uh, customers. Now that I’m done turning tricks, though, I’m happy to never think about doing that ever again.”
“Why did I move back in with you uptight losers?” the blonde sighed in mock exasperation.
“Because it beats living in a hole in the wall,” Jean replied matter-of-factly.
“Can we get back to mah roommate’s story?” asked Rogue. “Ah’m curious what she means.”
Wanda smiled at the Southerner gratefully. “I’ll explain: if a virgin is someone who’s never had a sexual experience with another person, then I’m not one. I’ve just, ah, never been with a man… in the way most of you have.”
“Go on. Tell us,” Jean urged. “You’ve been wanting to tell us for a little while now.”
Wanda took a deep breath. The reality-warping mutant looked at each of the other girls for a long moment, biting her lips nervously. “I… I’m a lesbian,” she finally told them. “I had sex with another girl.”
Long moments passed as the other girls absorbed what they heard. Wanda shifted uncomfortably, increasingly certain she had ruined whatever good will she had accumulated tonight. Her shoulders slumped as she folded her arms across her chest.
“I’m sorry for having sensed it,” Jean told her. “I picked up on it when I scanned your mind earlier.”
“You were trying to determine if Wanda’s memories had been altered in some fashion,” Amara remembered aloud. “Could that have been one such memory?”
The telepath shook her head. “I doubt it. No telepath I know has the power to rewrite someone’s identity on such a fundamental level as that, not even the Professor. Even if it were possible, I can’t imagine being able to conceal that much tampering without reducing the one rewritten to a mere puppet, a soulless shell.”
Wanda shivered. “It’s comforting to know that my sexual preferences are real, at least.”
“People-puppets,” mused Rogue. “Ain’t that what that Mesmero wacko kept pullin’ on us?”
Jean paled at the memory of being mind-controlled by a stronger telepath. “True,” she murmured, “but, as I said, I’m almost certain that even he couldn’t rewrite someone’s sexual preferences without leaving that person as a vegetable.”
“So ye neverr wanted a lad’s cock?” asked Rahne, as though she were trying to grasp the intricacies of quantum physics.
Flushing slightly, Wanda answered, “I’ve never been attracted to a guy, no.”
“If I’d spent as much time with the Brotherhood as you did,” Tabby snorted, “I’d have sworn off men myself.”
All three former Brotherhood girls giggled at that. “Ah reckon you could be bahsexual, but ya just ain’t met a fella that does it for you,” Rogue supposed.
“I certainly wouldn’t have found any of the Brotherhood attractive,” Wanda agreed. “Lance never really appealed to me. There’s Blob – yuck. There’s Pietro, my brother – double yuck. And there’s Toad – triple yuck with a side of eeuuugh.” She shuddered and stuck her tongue out in an approximation of a dry heave.
“Did you just, like, rate Toad as less appealing than your, like, brother?” gasped Kitty.
Magneto’s daughter nodded. “Yes, I did. Don’t get me wrong; I’m utterly repulsed by my brother. But… well… it’s Toad. I can’t overstate how much I wish he never kissed me.” Her blue-grey eyes widened as she realized what she just admitted.
Most of the girls reacted as Wanda herself had after Toad kissed her, by turning green and wondering where to find some mouthwash, preferably in a gallon jug. Rogue winced on her roommate’s behalf. Even Danielle was not unfazed; though she had not yet had the misfortune of meeting Toad, she had heard stories from the others.
“I could hardly eat for days afterward,” added Wanda.
“I couldn’t eat after Kurt told me about it and stuff,” Kitty sympathized.
“You knew?”
“Duh, Kurt tells me, like, everything!” Kitty giggled. She cleared her throat. “I guess you, like, didn’t know that. Sorry.”
“Well, now that we’ve been thoroughly grossed out bah that,” Rogue observed, “there’s no way even the straightest one of us could be grossed out bah your tale of wahld lesbo sex.”
“Before I begin,” said Wanda, locking gazes with her roommate, “I, ah, want to make sure… you’re okay.” She swallowed. “I mean, if you want to room with someone else… in case it’s awkward.”
Rogue smiled warmly. “Sugah, Ah’m fahn. Mah Aunt Ahrene, who raised me, was a lesbian. And Ah had a sneakin’ suspicion after Ah caught ya checkin’ me out a couple tahms.”
Wanda blanched. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to.”
Rogue shrugged. “At first, Ah chalked it up to disbelief in the sahze o’ mah tits.”
“There was some of that too,” her roommate admitted, cheeks turning pink. “I didn’t know they could get that big. Of course, I didn’t really realize just how, um – what’s the term? – ‘well-endowed’ I was until I moved here.”
Kitty folded her arms. “Thanks for, like, rubbing it in,” she grumbled.
“You never know how good you got it till you’re amongst the less fortunate,” quipped Tabby, though there was sincerity in her words.
Now Amara bit her lip, pulling her tanktop away from her body and peering inside, suddenly self-conscious again about her size. Jubilee’s brow furrowed. Rahne stuck her tongue out and countered, “It’s funny ye Brrotherrhood lasses all have th’ big bosoms – must be wherre ye storred yer evil.”
“Like one of those ‘must be this tall to ride’ signs at amusement parks?” asked Danielle. “Only instead of height, it’s bust size; and instead of a rollercoaster, it’s being the bad guys.” Once she finished, she sighed, “Wow, am I terrible at this sniping at other girls thing. That didn’t even make sense.”
“No, it didn’t,” Jean conceded, “but it’s probably for the best, in the long run, that you’re no good at catfighting. Catfighting’s no good for any of us, after all.”
“Killjoy,” joked the blonde who kicked off that round of verbal sparring.
Ignoring that remark, the redhead smiled warmly at Wanda. “How does it feel to be ‘out of the closet,’ so to speak?”
Wanda smiled cautiously. “I’m glad my roommate doesn’t mind, at least. Does… anyone else?”
Jubilee laughed. “I don’t think a single one of us has any right to judge. Maybe Amara, since she’s the ‘pure’ one, only having slept with her loving boyfriend.” Jean and Kitty blushed, finding the floor or their feet suddenly very interesting; Danielle tugged at one of her braids.
Amara shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “To tell the truth, I am somewhat uneasy with homosexuality,” the princess admitted. When the other girls looked at her in surprise, she explained further: “Nova Roma’s official religion is Catholicism, and its cultural influence plays strongly into our mores, though aboriginal folklore contributes as well, such as the taboo against fertility-altering substances I mentioned earlier.”
“That sounds a lot like modern Judaism,” supplemented Kitty, “what with the Torah, the Talmud, and all the other stuff. There’s, like, a reason we go to shul.”
The party’s hostess nodded. “Experiencing prejudice as a mutant,” she continued, “has forced me to reconsider my stances on the Church’s teachings.” Amara paused to run her fingers through her hair. “We do not wish to be rude by making you feel excluded. We will listen to your story, Wanda,” she resolved, “even if it makes us uncomfortable.”
“That took no wee bit o’ courrage, lass,” gushed Rahne. “Wrrestlin’ wi’ guilt about the most naturral thing in th’ world ‘cause o’ rreligion’s all too common among me Prresbyterrian kin.”
Tabby scooted over to hug her royal friend around the shoulders. “Y’know, you’re one of the main reasons I came back, babe. You do stuff like that and make me wanna be a better person.”
Jean leaned down to put a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder. “It also took a lot of courage to come out to us,” she commended. The second-generation former villain smiled tightly.
“Ah’d suggest a group hug,” drawled Rogue, “but mah roomie maht lahk it too much.” She winked. “You got a story ta tell, sugah. Lay it on us!”
Taking a deep breath, feeling a great weight off her chest, the Scarlet Witch ensorcelled her audience.
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A/N: Greetings, all and sundry! I hope everyone enjoyed reading this update as much as I did writing it. This chapter's title is pretty apropos, since there were several different conversation threads that happened for a little while and then got interrupted. I feel like this was one of the stronger intermediary chapters, with each of the girls contributing significantly to the conversation.
As I mentioned in my previous AN, I plan another update in July, and hopefully one more before the start of the fall semester. Hopefully this chapter will whet your appetites in the meantime, especially since I know you're all wondering, "Who did Wanda sleep with?" Okay, maybe it's not on the same level as "Who shot JR?" or "Will the Enterprise crew be able to defeat the Borg now that Picard's been assimilated?", but I hope your interest is at least a little piqued.
Please let me know what you think - about this chapter or the story as a whole - by rating, reviewing, or joining the story discussion (link in AN atop first chapter). Feedback in large quantities is always welcome! :D
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