Hanging By A Moment

Hanging By A Moment
Chapter 27: Making Up

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After the fiasco at the gym, Betsy could honestly say she had never been in a stupor like this before. She had never been one to admit weakness before, but now the circumstances were just too great for her to care about that anymore. She had tried to fuck her best friend’s boyfriend…She tried to seduce him right in front of her. And it was all because she was jealous…She was jealous of Jean. And she had been too weak to accept that.

Jean had something she hadn’t even believed to exist at one point…She had a wonderful boyfriend who clearly loved her to death and who she was clearly loved back. She may have given it her all, but Scott didn’t even seem to flinch at some of the moves she made on him. She used to make it so clear that she never believed in love…She used to be so ardently opposed to the concept that at one point after she broke up with her last boyfriend, she vowed never to delude herself with love ever again.

However, those views did not hold…For they all came tumbling down the moment a tall, dark, handsome ex-marine stepped into her life and just flooded her heart and mind with feelings she never thought she’d experience. It may have taken her some time to admit it, but now she made no qualms about being in love with Scott…But Betsy didn’t listen…It didn’t sink in for her since she was still stuck in her old cynical mindset.

Everybody seemed to have lovers now and everybody seemed to be falling in love. There was Scott and Jean, Kurt and Wanda, Kitty and Piotr, and now Rogue and Remy. Even the most ardent womanizer Betsy had ever known, Pietro Maximoff, had seemed to settle on a girl named Crystal as well. And where did this all leave her? Nowhere…Except alone and bitter.

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It was the early evening hours of another cold January night and Betsy Braddock once again found herself drowning away her stupor in a bar. After what happened with Jean, it was clear that she had just destroyed their friendship. She let her bitter emotions and somewhat desperate hormones get the better of her and now she was left to wallow in self pity…And as she had done before, she chose to do this with the aid of a little alcohol.

“Hey Ali! Whose dick do you gotta to suck to get a little Bayville Dazzler on the rocks with extra gin around here?” she shouted to the bartender as she sat down at a stool and sank into what she felt would be the seat she would end up passing out on by the time this night was out.

“Oh God, not again Betsy…” groaned Alison, the same barkeeper that had seen Betsy drink herself into a stupor before.

“You betcha luv!” said Betsy as she threw down a fifty dollar bill and slouched upon the counter, “I need to get shit faced and I need to do it now.”

“Betsy, I let you do that last time before Christmas and you got so drunk you puked all over the floor…Which I had to clean up!” said Alison, cringing at the memory she wasn’t exactly too fond of.

“Hey, I paid you later on for that, didn’t I?” shot Betsy in response, “So I got drunk and puked…Big deal. The only thing I regret was being too drunk to hook up with those guys I was flirting with…”

“Which they only turned you down because you looked and smelled like shit…” said Alison, usually not one to reject a deep pocketed customer, but not at the expense of having her night ruled by mopping up vomit and calling a cab to bring a drunken purple haired woman home.

“I was bloody drunk, sue me!” she yelled in response, growing all the more irritated, “Now I’ve had a very bad day and either you’re going to give me enough booze so I can pass out in peace or I’ll just find some other bar to do it in!”

Alison looked at the depressed purple haired woman with a curious expression, never once seeing her act this eccentric before. She had seen Betsy and her friends in this bar for two years now and she had come to know all their personalities quite well…And this was most certainly not like the Betsy she had seen in the past. She was downright depressed, bitter, and eager to feel numb. As a bartender, she had seen her share of troubled individuals, but looking at this beautiful young woman who should have had no reason to feel bad about everything she had in the world sitting before her with no regard for anything other than getting hammered, this was a case new to her.

“Look…I’ll give you a hundred dollars up front just in case I end up as soused as last time…” grumbled Betsy as she tossed in another fifty, “Just give me something…ANYTHING…To get me drunk. And if you don’t ask or pester me about it…I’ll throw in another hundred later on.”

Knowing this was an argument she wasn’t going to win, Alison let out a deep sight and gathered the stuff she needed to make a Bayville Dazzler for the embittered woman. From the looks of it, her mindset was even worse than it was before Christmas…At least during that time she wasn’t afraid to talk, flirt, and mindlessly ramble. But now, she looked outright depressed and didn’t even let her eyes wander past a fixed point on the floor, looking as though she was just trying to focus on something other than whatever was bothering her.

As Alison began to put some of her much sought after alcohol in front of her, the purple haired woman downed each glass in quick order…One after another, hoping to get as drunk as possible in the least amount of time. She figured if she killed enough brain cells tonight, she may forget about what happened earlier or at the very least forget how crummy she felt.

Naturally, it didn’t take long before Betsy began feeling a little tipsy. While under normal circumstances, this was where she usually stopped…But in this case, she was eager to just keep going. She had gotten wasted before about a month ago near Christmas, and it did help her forget in many ways…Despite her puking all over the bar and ending up with the mother of all hangovers the next day. Now, she hoped she could go even further this time…For now everything seemed as though it was falling apart. Her best friend hated her, she hated herself for trying to betray her, and she just wanted to forget.

However, as Betsy ordered another Dazzler for her insatiable need to get drunk after such a lousy day, a new figure entered the bar and quickly saw the purple haired teen slouched over like a beached whale. It was the same woman that Betsy had betrayed earlier…Her best friend, Jean Grey. Not far behind her was Scott, who quickly identified Betsy as well. But from the looks of it, she wasn’t going to make this very easy for them as her solemn, self loathing demeanor seemed to dominate.

“Oh man…I hope we’re not too late,” said Scott wearily as he looked at Betsy’s slouched posture from afar.

“Don’t worry…I think we’re okay…For now,” said Jean as they made their way through the crowd and over towards the bar, “I’ve seen Betsy when she’s drunk before, and from the looks of it…She’s still not quite at that stage yet.”

“But given the situation here…” began Scott, but Jean was quick to cut him off.

“Yeah, I know Scott…” she assured him, “But drunk or not…I can’t let her do this to herself.”

“I know…” said Scott as they neared the disheartened young woman, “So…How are you going to get her out of this?”

Jean simply looked back at the challenge that stood before her. The solemn, bitter, half-drunken purple haired woman before her looked as though she had dug herself into quite a rut. But like it or not…She was still her best friend and she was still determined to fix this. She and Betsy had been through way too much together to let one day ruin over eight years of close friendship. From the days she snuck over to her house when she and her parents had a huge fight to the fun they had together throughout both high school and college, Betsy had always been one of her closest friends…And she was absolutely determined not to see it fall apart.

“I’m…Not exactly sure,” said Jean honestly, “If there’s one thing I know about Betsy…It’s that her stubbornness is absolutely legendary. But then again…I can be plenty stubborn too.”

“I’m not going to dispute that…” said Scott with a slight grin, which earned him a look from Jean.

“And it’s exactly for that reason why I’m going to need you here for this,” said Jean, “If things get too rowdy…Which is always a possibility with Betsy…It may take both of us to smooth things out.”

“Don’t worry…I’ll be here,” assured Scott as he surveyed the crowed around him, hoping it would stay relatively light should push come to shove, “Just do what you have to Jean…”

“I know…I will,” said Jean as she took a deep breath and prepared to go face her friend that she had so fiercely yelled at earlier, “Well…Wish me luck Scott. And remember what we talked about…”

“Yeah…I know,” said Scott with an affirmative nod, “Go on…You’ll be fine. I know you will…”

Taking his words of encouragement to heart, Jean finally began to make her way over towards the bar where Betsy was just finishing up her latest Dazzler. Already, she was feeling some of the effects of the alcohol, but it wasn’t as much as she had hoped. The memory of what happened earlier still hung strong in her mind, but she hoped that with enough alcohol, she could change that.

The purple haired woman was about to call Ali for another Dazzler, when suddenly an all too familiar presence sat down beside her on the barstool next to her.

“So this is how you want to solve your problems, Betsy?” said Jean as she sat down and took in the sight of her slouched friend beside her, “Drown them away in booze and liquor?”

As she turned to see Jean, the woman who she had fought with so much earlier over her attempted advances on her boyfriend, her demeanor sank even further, for this was probably the last person she wanted to see right now. It was bad enough having to deal with what happened earlier, but she didn’t want to add any further insult to injury. Nevertheless, she was there…And despite her impulsive desire to just tell her to fuck off and leave her be, she was still her friend and would rather not have her words mess things up more than they already have.

“Well look what the cat dragged in…” said Betsy, her voice not slurred, but her breath clearly giving her away, “Shouldn’t you be off having yourself a wonderful fuck with that oh so wonderful boyfriend of yours?”

“Cut the crap Betsy…You know why I’m here,” said Jean, choosing not to beat around the bush this time around.

“Well if I know that, then you should probably know why I’m here too…” she said in response, “And if we both know that, then why are we still talking?”

“Because we need to talk Betsy…” said Jean, not skipping a beat as she stood firm despite her friend’s stupor, “Like it or not…I’m not going to let you drink your way out of this one. I came here to stop us both from ruining a friendship that obviously means a lot to us both…And that’s what I’m going to do.”

Betsy let out a frustrated grumble as she shoved her empty glass away and finally turned towards the friend she had betrayed. It was hard looking her in the eye again after what she had done, but Jean wouldn’t let her simply sidestep an issue like this. Betsy was already a little tipsy from the alcohol, but she was still plenty coherent enough to feel lousy once again as she prepared to take in whatever Jean had to say.

“Look…What do you want from me Jean?” said Betsy, cutting to the chase, “I’m sorry, okay? I wanted to fuck your boyfriend…I tried to seduce him. I won’t deny that.”

“Yeah…I know that Betsy. I was there,” said Jean as a slightly disgruntled look fell upon her face as she remembered what she had seen earlier at the pool, “But it’s not just that…Not entirely at least. It’s…Well, everything.”

“Everything?” said Betsy with a skeptical look, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Betsy…You and I have been best friends for nearly a decade,” said Jean, her tone growing more serious, “We survived high school, my parents, first dates, first times, and bad boyfriends together. We’ve always been there for each other and we’ve always helped each other. And never once in all those years did we let something like a boyfriend come between us…”

“First time for everything I guess,” the purple haired woman muttered in response.

“But Betsy…It doesn’t have to be that way,” said Jean, trying to get Betsy out of her stupor to at least get her to the point where she seemed just remotely attentive, “Why now? Why after all this time do you let something like Scott come between us?”

Betsy really needed another drink if she was going to answer this one. But Alison was nowhere in sight and Jean sure as hell didn’t look like she was going to let up until she answered. It may not have been the most pleasant thing in the world for her to talk about, but looking back at the friend she had spent most of her teenage years with, no amount of liquor or unpleasantness could’ve made it any more difficult.

“Look…It’s not just Scott, okay?” she answered, her voice finally becoming more serious for a change, “It’s a shit load of other things…”

“Well…What other things?” asked Jean curiously.

Betsy let out another deep sigh as she ran her hands through her long, purple dyed hair as she began to reflect on how she ended up where she was now.

“At the beginning of the year…None of us were preoccupied with relationships, love, or any other kind of shit like that,” began Betsy as tried to focus on her empty glass in hopes that it would keep herself from losing it like she already had earlier, “We were all just a group of friends out to have a good time in these wonderful years called college…Drinking, hanging out, helping each other, partying, hooking up with cute guys for one night stands and then talking about how good or bad it was the next day…Then, out of nowhere, everything seems to change. And every time I think about it…It all started when that oh so mysterious man we’ve all come to know as Scott Summers walked through those doors of Club Xtreme, swept you off your feet, and stole your heart.”

As she got to this point, her voice somewhat fell as she thought back to that night and how Jean changed so much as a result of that night…And how everything that happened afterwards seemed to lead up to where things were now.

“After that…The whole world seemed to become lovesick,” she went on to say as Jean listened attentively, “Kitty hooked up with Peter…Wanda hooked up with Kurt…And while she didn’t admit it until just a few weeks ago…Rogue hooked up with Remy. Now everybody out there is so fucking happy with their lives because they found some wonderfully perfect man that they’re no so head over heels in love with…And here I am left in the dark trying to drink myself silly because I’m fucking alone.”

“Betsy…” said Jean, feeling somewhat shocked that her friend would let something like this eat her up so much, “Why in the hell didn’t you tell anybody this?”

“Would it have made a fucking difference, Jean?” shot Betsy in response, “Look at you…look at everybody! The whole bloody world fell in love right before my eyes and I was just left out in the cold…Did I really have to spell that out for everybody to notice?”

“No, but…Betsy, we’re your friends for crying out loud…” said Jean explicitly, trying to pound that into her head, “If one of us is in a rut like that, you’d be crazy to think we wouldn’t try to help you!”

“You were all so damn busy with your oh so wonderful boyfriends, having oh so bloody wonderful sex, and growing into such perfect couples that it shouldn’t have made a fucking bit of difference…” said Betsy as she found herself slouching once again on the barstool.

“Boyfriends or not, we still would have done something!” said Jean in an assenting tone, “Betsy…Just because we grow doesn’t mean we have to grow apart.”

“Jean…Face it!” said Betsy, growing more disheartened by the minute, “We have grown apart…And it’s not because of you, it’s fucking because of me! You chose to grow up…To learn…To evolve on every level. You actually allowed yourself to accept a new world when you hooked up with Scott. And I was just too fucking stubborn to grow with you…I had to stay in the old fucking world and watch as everybody else matured and found happiness with someone they care about. And now look at me…I’m a lonely, mean, bitter little bitch who makes fun of other people’s happiness, drinks away my problems, and can’t even get a decent fuck anymore because I’m too goddamn pathetic!”

Betsy, as tough as she was, couldn’t fight the tears she felt in her eyes as she pretty much summed up her misery in a few sentences. A hard lump was forming in her throat as she began to let her self-loathing get the better of her as sank deeper into a state of bitterness and sorrow.

Jean took a moment to process what her friend had just said. Betsy never had been one to talk too much about what was bothering her, but it had just built up to the point where it was really eating away at her in a way nothing else had before. Jean knew that she was right on some levels when she talked about her growing and maturing as she developed a solid relationship with Scott, leaving her behind in the process.

It was a sobering feeling as she remembered just how much things had changed in the course of a five months, but no matter how much they changed, she never wanted to leave behind the kind of things that helped her grow into the woman she was today. And in many ways, she had become who she was thanks to Betsy and everything they had been through.

“Betsy…Come on, you’re not pathetic,” said Jean, trying to reassure her friend as she got her to pick herself up again, “I mean look at you…You’re a successful, smart, beautiful woman. So you haven’t found the right guy yet…Big deal. Just because everybody else seemed to have found the one doesn’t mean you’re destined to as well.”

“But why does it have to fucking be me who gets left behind?” she groaned to herself.

“Betsy, now you’re just moping…” said Jean with a hint of humored scorning in her tone, “You weren’t left behind…You’re just making it that way because you’re trying to find some sort of explanation for why you’re miserable. And it’s not that…Not entirely at least.”

“Then what is it?” said Betsy, now looking to her friend for the answers she so sorely sought, “What the hell is it that’s making me feel so fucking left out?”

“Love…” answered Jean simply.

Betsy just looked at Jean as if she had grown a second head.

“Love?” she said skeptically, not believing that this was her explanation.

“Yes…Love,” said Jean, “It’s because of love.”

Betsy, despite being in a rut and a little tipsy, managed to laugh at that notion, for it sounded outright ludicrous to her…Just as Jean thought it would.

“Look, no offence Jean…But that’s really fucked up,” said Betsy, still laughing a bit at her explanation.

“Nothing fucked up about it…” said Jean, her tone remaining as serious as ever, “Just think about it…We’ve all had boyfriends before, but we’ve never let them come between our friendship. Now, it’s different…We have more than just boyfriends. Now, love is actually involved…Love is now a part of our lives.”

“Jean, for crying out loud, you can’t think that…” however, Jean didn’t let Betsy finish, for she was only proving her point more and more with each comment she made.

“Betsy, you’ve only just proven it even more…” said Jean as the look on her friend’s face finally began to grow more serious, “On that night I met Scott and everything changed…I was an ardent non-believer of love as you damn well know. Hell, we all were at that point come to think of it. But over the last five months as things happened in our lives to change our perceptions forever, we all came to believe in love…We came to acknowledge its existence and even embrace it in everything it did for us. Yet while we all found proof of true love…You still don’t believe in it…You still think it’s a farce.”

Betsy didn’t make the cynical comment that was on the tip of her tongue that she so wanted to make. She didn’t want to believe what Jean was saying, but it made more sense than anything she had thought of up to this point. And as she thought about it, she began to actually consider if this was really what was eating away at her being so much.

“But…I just…” she began to say, but couldn’t get the right words out.

“Yeah, I know, Betsy,” said Jean, managing a half smile despite the situation, “Love is a tough thing to ascertain. Believe me…I know because I’ve been there and it’s taken me a while to get it as well. But once I accepted it…I can honestly say it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You just haven’t experienced it…Yet. But trust me, you will one day…That I am one hundred percent certain of. And when you do…You’ll understand.”

It was both uplifting and demoralizing at the same time for Betsy because it put things into perspective while also reminding her that she could never understand the kind of things Jean felt with Scott. But the more she thought about it, the clearer things became for her. Maybe it really wasn’t the boyfriend aspect to begin with and maybe she was just lying to herself the whole time because she didn’t understand that there was more to it than she could fully comprehend. It didn’t change the fact that she was still alone and without a boyfriend, but it did help her understand why she was miserable for a change.

As she looked back at her long time friend, she finally began to feel a little better about herself and the lingering feelings of what happened earlier that day began to fade somewhat as she finally began to understand why she did what she did.

“I guess I’ll have to trust you on that luv…” she said as her voice began to sound a bit more like her old self again, “I just…I guess that with all the amazing things you’ve said you’ve been feeling with Scott along with what all the other girls have been telling me…I wanted to feel it as well…I wanted to experience it for myself. But even if I had gone further…I doubt I would have felt the same thing you feel when you’re with him.”

“Yeah…I don’t think so either,” said Jean as things between the two long time friends finally began to ease, “Love’s a very complicated thing. Sometimes it’s hard to believe in it until you experience it first hand. I know I sure as hell didn’t…And it took me months to finally realize it. But when I did…Everything made so much more sense. I wish I could give you some of that clarity so that you could understand as well…”

“Jean…You don’t need to give me jack shit and you know it,” said Betsy in response, “Maybe it’ll take a while for me to understand the whole love thing that you and the others have come to be so happy with, but I’ll learn eventually. Until then…The only thing that I want you to give me is your forgiveness.”

Jean just looked back at her purple haired friend that she had shared so many interesting years with and smiled, for no matter how cynical, witty, or stubborn she managed to be…She always found a way to stress what was most important to her. And for Jean, she was definitely happy to see that Betsy valued their friendship just as much as she did…For it was a friendship she had no intension of losing anytime soon no matter what the future held for the both of them.

“Apology accepted…” said Jean, her smile finally helping Betsy to break free of the rut she had dug herself in.

“Thanks Jean…” said Betsy, feeling so grateful to whatever sense of mercy the fates had as she looked back into the eyes of the friend she felt she had betrayed, “I can’t tell you how much that means to me. And I promise now that I’ll ease up on the criticisms over you and Scott.”

“But if that happened, then you wouldn’t be the Betsy everybody knows and loves,” said Jean with a smirk.

“I know…” said Betsy, smiling as well, for she knew that may not have been the easiet promise for her to keep, “At least I won’t flirt with him anymore, that you can be assured of luv. It’ll be rough since I haven’t had a decent night of sex in months, but I’ll manage…”

“Really? Has it been that long?” asked Jean, surprised to hear that her friend that she knew so well had actually been suffering what she and the other girls had coined ‘sexual withdraw.’

“Unfortunately it has…” grumbled Betsy as she began scoping out some of the guys around the area, once again feeling the yearning welling up from deep within her after having become so pent up, “Hell, it was part of the reason I probably hit on Scott to begin with. I’m just not used to going this long without a good fuck and I guess it sort of fucks with my head.”

Just then, Jean had an idea…A rather crazy idea, but an idea none the less. Looking back over at Scott, who had been watching attentively and waiting for any signs of distress, a slow smile spread across her face. She felt she had to be crazy if she was thinking this…But looking back at her friend, she really wanted to help her and put this tumultuous day to rest once and for all. And this sounded like a good, if not radical, way to do it.

“Betsy, I think I can help you,” she said with enthusiasm as she got up off her stool.

“What?” said Betsy with a curious look, “What in the fuck do you…”

“Just give me a minute…I promise, you won’t regret it my friend!” she told her as she made her way over to her boyfriend.

While Betsy was left with a bewildered look on her face, Jean approached Scott as he awaited the news from Jean. While from what had seen, it all turned out for the better…There seemed to be more to it now as he took in the somewhat mischievous look on Jean’s face that he had come to know so well.

“I take it everything went well,” said Scott as he saw the grin on her face.

“Well…It sure as hell went better than I could have hoped,” said Jean, who was still thinking about her idea that sounded crazier with every moment she thought about it.

“So…Are you two okay now?” asked Scott.

“Yeah…We’re okay,” assured Jean, “She felt bad about what happened and I forgave her. But Scott…The thing is, Betsy did what she did for a reason. I know it sounds weird, but it’s the truth. People do crazy things when they have to hold in so many feelings and let them well up to the point where it just drives you nuts…You and I should know that better than most people.”

“Yeah…No kidding,” said Scott, now growing all the more interested as to where she was going with this.

“And well…I want to help her,” said Jean, now sounding a bit unsure, but still eager to go along with it.

“Help her?” said Scott with a curious look.

“Yes, and…” began Jean, starting to stammer a bit with her words, “I was wondering…Scott, have you ever…”

Then, Jean leaned in closer and whispered something into her boyfriend’s ear. And when she said her idea to him, a look of unparalleled bewilderment fell upon his face. By the time Jean had finished, she was blushing nearly the color of her hair, which Scott had always found to be cute…But in looking back over at Betsy and thinking about the task at hand, he understood what she was trying to do. And if she wanted to go through with it…Then he just couldn’t say no.

“Well…Yeah, I have,” answered Scott, knowing what she was implying now, “Only a couple of times though…”

“Good enough…” said Jean as she smiled back and the idea now seemed less crazy to her as Scott seemed to take it seriously, “Does that mean you’ll do it?”

“Hey, if that’s what you want Jean…Then what kind of boyfriend would I be if I refused?” he said jokingly.

Jean just gave him a playful swat as she locked arms with him and they both made their way back over to Betsy. The purple haired teen knew something was up from the look of their mysteriously smiles, but she knew this wasn’t the kind of time for Jean to make jokes and all she could do now is listen and await for what they had planned for her.

“Betsy…” said Jean, her mischievous grin not waning in the slightest, “I just talked to Scott…And both he and I have agreed to help you.”

“Help me?” she said, confused at what they were implying, “What the fuck do you mean?”

The young couple continued to grin at her, making her feel all the more anxious about what they were thinking…But from the looks of it, whatever it was they had in mind seemed outright crazy…And in many ways, it was.

“Betsy…Have you ever…”

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Betsy and Jean were stripped down to their bra and panties as they now stood in the bedroom of Scott’s apartment. Hormones were racing as the smell of sex was in the air as the lights were dimmed and the heat was cranked up in the cold January night to give it that powerful sensual feel. Scott Summers was only in a pair of white boxers as he looked at his sexy half naked girlfriend along her best friend. He was about to delve into every man’s fantasy as the two sexy woman seemed to soak up the hot feeling of the moment as the cravings for sex seemed to permeate throughout the room.

“Jean…” said Betsy as she looked at her best friend and her boyfriend standing nearly naked before her, becoming quite wet in the process, “This has got to be…The craziest fucking thing you’ve ever thought of.”

“Yeah…I know,” said Jean with a sultry grin, “But crazy situations sometimes call for crazy solutions. I don’t know if this qualifies…But who the hell really cares? You need this Betsy…You need it bad.”

“I’m not going to deny that, luv…” said Betsy as her legs began to weaken from the intense wetness that was forming in her panties, “But…Are you sure you want to do this? I mean…This shit did almost tare us apart.”

“And that’s exactly why we should do it…” said Scott, already growing noticeably hard as he now stood between two sexy, half naked women, “It’s clear that you did what you did for a reason…Now we know that reason and we’re going to help you resolve it. That is…If you still want us to…”

Looking back at the strong, muscular ex-marine standing there in only his boxers with a bulge already forming and her half naked best friend standing there, her body quivering with arousal…Elizabeth Braddock was just too horny to care at this point. She hadn’t had good sex in so long now and her body was craving for pleasure and satisfaction so much that she couldn’t hold it in any longer. She never in a million years expected Jean and her boyfriend to be the ones to help her with this…But now that she was granted with the opportunity, she was sure as hell going to take it and milk every ounce of pleasure from it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she said in a desperately horny tone as she began running her hands along Scott’s firmly toned body.

“In that case…Get on the bed and get ready…” said Jean as she began running her hands up her friend’s body, undoing the clasp of her bra in the process, “Because you’re in for a real treat, Betsy…”

As her body was now quivering for pleasure, her legs buckled and Scott was forced to hold her up as he laid the sexy purple haired woman out on the bed. Jean jumped on as well, eagerly slipping her bra off and removing Betsy’s as well as they both now stood topless before each other, their hands roaming their womanly bodies. Betsy’s breasts were nearly the same size as Jean’s, helping to add to the increasingly tight feeling in Scott’s boxers as he got up on the bed as well and began touching Betsy’s smooth, sexy skin.

With her friend’s hands touching and groping her breasts and her legs moving and quivering as Scott ran his hands up along them, Betsy was already in a world ecstasy…But this was just the beginning. As her hips and legs swayed in a sexual feel, Scott eagerly placed his hands on her sexy, well defined hips and grabbed the sides of her panties. The revealing, purple garment gave her legs and hips a truly arousing look as he swiftly slid it down her body, exposing her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh God…” she moaned as her hips moved in a slow display of sexual eagerness, “I’m so fucking wet…”

“And I’m going to make you wetter…” said Scott in a husky tone as he took a firm hold of her well defined legs and spread them out, giving him a nice view of her hot pussy.

Both Scott and Jean suppressed a slight chuckle when they saw that Betsy had dyed the pubic hair of her vagital region purple as well, but that only added to the overall exotic feel of the moment as Scott leaned down and began to kiss her slim, well defined abdomen, slowly trailing down to the wet folds of her vagina.

As soon as she felt his lips come into contact with her heat, her body arched in an extreme display of pent up sexual energy as she let out a loud cry. This had definitely shocked Jean, who had been in the process of playing with her friend’s large breasts to help build upon her arousal.

“Damn…It has been too long for you Betsy,” commented Jean as she began to rub and massage her friend’s upper body from her shoulders down to her breasts and hips with the techniques that Ororo had taught her to help ease the tension in her body.

Betsy simply moaned in response as she closed her eyes and let her mind swim in the blissful sensations that shot through her body from Scott’s oral teasing. The loud, sensual moans of her friend prompted Jean to add her own little touch of pleasure to the sex deprived woman as she began kissing and licking her breasts, causing her nipples to stiffen as the arousal in her body heightened her euphoria.

The tension of the purple haired woman was washed away in a wave of mind numbing sensations as Scott plunged his tongue into her wet pussy, spreading her tight folds with his hands and seeking out the points that granted her the most pleasure. While it did feel a bit strange for him to be pleasing a woman that wasn’t his girlfriend, he was able to ease into it as Betsy’s moans and Jean’s encouragement helped drive him to give her the pleasure she had sought from him earlier. Her pussy was somewhat different compared to Jean’s…Neither better nor worse, simply different and unfamiliar to him since he was so used to pleasing her all the time. However, with a little trial and error, Scott managed to find the points where Betsy loved to be pleasured most and eagerly attacked them with his tongue as he held her sexy legs wide open and worked his talent with her most sensitive areas.


“Oh bloody fuck!” yelled Betsy as she felt Scott hit her g-spot with his tongue, “Scott…You do know how to do this!”

“And just wait…” said Jean as she took a brief break from sucking on Betsy’s nipples to flash her a sultry grin, “The best is yet to come…”

As Scott grew accustomed to Betsy’s unfamiliar domain, he drove her close to having an orgasm. Her body was still thrashing wildly, which was normal for her given how she often went about sex, but a bit more unfamiliar to Scott and Jean since that wasn’t exactly their style. But this was for her and they were willing to make adjustments for the sake of giving her what she so desperately needed.

Finally, with one last final flick of his tongue, Scott removed himself from Betsy’s wet pussy and gave it a few more strokes with his hand as he got up and removed his boxer shorts, freeing his rock hard cock in the process. Jean also used the moment to remove her panties, which had since become soaked with her juices as the sight of her boyfriend and best friend made her feel a little extra wet in the heat of this exciting, sultry moment.

They were all fully naked now and ready to begin the next step, but Betsy needed a few moments to catch her breath in wake of the intense waves of pleasure that Scott had sent through her body. After having gone without truly good sex in a while, it took her body a moment to adjust as some of the pent up sexual energy was let out in the intense heat of Scott’s teasing. But deprived or not, the purple haired woman was eager for more as she rubbed her wet pussy with her hand.

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” said Jean with a smirk as she saw the sheer wetness consume her friend’s pussy as her body began to settle somewhat in it’s aroused state.

“Hell yeah I enjoyed it!” said Betsy with a moan as her breathing became more ragged, “I guess…This means I can’t say you were lying when you said what he could do with that tongue of his anymore…”

“Well now you know,” said Scott with a grin as he looked over the horny young woman laying before him, eager for more pleasure.

“Yeah…But enough boasting Scott’s confidence…I think I need to give you a bit more ‘punishment’ for trying to make a move on my boyfriend earlier…” said Jean as her own arousal took over and she crashed her lips upon her friend’s shoving her tongue into her mouth and wrestling with it as their naked bodies touched one another.

Jean’s unusual aggressiveness surprised Betsy, and Scott to some extent, but it was mainly because of all her pent up frustration with what happened earlier. And since Betsy had been the cause of it, she pretty much let it all out on her as she ran her hands around her body, gripping her breasts firmly and rubbing her leg up against her pussy. Betsy let out a deep moan of contentment in response, which prompted Jean to go even further as she trialed her lips down her body, enjoying the reactions she was evoking within her friend. Betsy had always been an aggressive lover, so Jean’s actions only helped heighten the situation.

The feeling of her friend’s naked flesh up against hers helped add to Jean’s own growing wetness as she found herself aggressively trailing her lips down past her breasts and towards her throbbing pussy. Scott had done such a nice job so it was already plump for further teasing.

“I know you liked Scott’s tongue…” said Jean as she lowered her body so that she was now face to face with Betsy’s throbbing vagina, “But since we’re both doing this for you…I think you should get double the benefit.”

Betsy was about respond, but didn’t have time as Jean buried her face in her friend’s pussy, assaulting it and all the sensitive areas within it. She wasn’t as thorough or as accurate as Scott, but she still managed to send waves of great pleasure through her friend’s body as she once again arched in delight at the blissful feelings.

Scott watched this transpire in a daze of deep arousal as watched his girlfriend go down on another woman, causing him to grow even more enticed by the situation before him. And as much as he would have liked to enjoy the show, his body had other plans as he eagerly grabbed Jean’s sexy butt and lifted it up off the bed so that she was now bent over the edge and guided his hard, eager cock to her wet pussy. All the touching and pent up frustration towards Betsy seemed to fuel the need for her release as her juices leaked from her wet folds. And with the sexy image of two naked women to guide him, Scott eagerly plunged his hard dick into Jean’s wet pussy.

Upon feeling his hard insertion, Jean let out a deep moan even as she was still buried in her friend’s wet pussy. Scott delivered strong, thorough thrusts just like he knew she liked it, hitting all the sensitive areas he knew by heart. As he began to thrust in and out of her tight pussy, the erotic addition of a naked Betsy Braddock prompted them both to go with more intensity and rigor, letting their passion for each other mix with the arousal of the moment. It was a potent mixture as the frenzied pace of Scott’s pumps quickly sent Jean’s body into a world of delight, which in turn fueled her actions as she continued to lick and tease Betsy’s wet pussy with her tongue.

“Oh God…Oh fuck, Jean!” moaned Betsy as she felt her friend go with increasing rigor as Scott continued to ride her with greater intensity.

“Yeah…That’s it…So good…So…Good!” grunted Scott as he found himself pushed further by the presence of two women as he thrust and pumped into his girlfriend’s eager pussy.

Jean’s body matched every frenzied movement Scott made, rocking her body against his and helping to heighten the intense pleasure that filled her body and mind as her lover fucked her from behind while she ate out her best friend’s pussy. She was now practically screaming in delight, but her yells were muffled as she remained buried in Betsy’s pussy. Jean could feel an intense orgasm building up within her…One that was coming on with a greater level of force as a result of Betsy’s presence. Scott was also close to cumming as the sight of two beautiful naked women and the feeling of Jean’s tight pussy around his dick drove him to hump harder, maximizing the pleasure as they both worked to bring them to a powerful climax.

“Oh God I’m cumming!” moaned Scott as his grip suddenly tightened on Jean’s sexy ass as he gave her one last powerful thrust, filling her pussy with his cum.

Jean just let out a long, deep moan as she felt her pussy clench around Scott’s hardened dick and release her orgasm in an intense burst of euphoria that flooded her body. It made her whole body practically shudder in delight as the intense climax that resulted from Betsy’s presence added to the feeling for the both of them. This orgasmic delight got Betsy to come as well as Jean gave her pussy a final tease with her tongue, sending her over the edge.

“Oh fuck yeah!” yelled Betsy as her entire body tensed and arched violently as she released her warm fluids in delight, letting out a loud moan that echoed all throughout the room as months of pent up sexual energy was released.

As Betsy finally got her first decent orgasm in some time, Jean felt her body collapse upon the bed as the rush of her own climax was still lingering in her quivering body. Scott also needed some time to recover as he removed his penis from his girlfriend’s dripping pussy and also collapsed in the area between the two women as they all took a moment to catch their breath from the intense rush of their first climax together.

“Oh God it feels good to finally cum again…” said Betsy in contentment as she and Jean now lay beside Scott, “It’s been way too fucking long.”

“Yeah…Well it ends tonight, Betsy,” said Jean, still trying to recover from her intense orgasm that had given her more of a kick than she was used to because of Betsy’s presence.

Then, looking back over as Scott, Jean flashed him a sultry smile as she traced a few light patterns on his now sweaty chest. She had to admit, sharing her boyfriend with another woman was…Different to say the least. But it offered it’s own unique experience to the art of sex…One that they were both eager to further explore.

“Scott…I think it’s time you give Betsy a little of what you just gave me,” she said to him as she saw his cock start to stiffen once again.

“Jean…” he began, still sounding noticeably weary about fucking a woman that wasn’t her, but Jean was quick to reassure him.

“Don’t worry…It’s okay,” she said to him, “I know you still love me…Fucking her won’t change that. And she needs this…If you hadn’t noticed by now.”

“You’re right…” he said with a grin as he turned over to face the naked purple haired woman before him, who was already touching her pussy in anticipation for his cock, “And besides…A beautiful woman who can’t find satisfaction is too much of a tragedy to leave out in the cold.”

“Mmm…Nice philosophy,” said Betsy as she saw his penis once again harden as he began to run his hands down her sweaty, naked body.

With his strength now returning to him, Scott rolled over so that he was now on top of Betsy. His heavy weight and toned, sweaty muscles pressed up against her naked form as she spread her legs in anticipation, eager to feel his penis inside her. Scott had gone for Jean first since that’s what he was so used to and it gave him a bit of help easing into the situation, but now that he had the go ahead from both women…He was ready to fuck Betsy in the way she so sorely needed it.

With her legs now spread and his hard penis now pressing up against her entrance, Scott still looked a bit weary to Betsy and Jean. Jean could tell his thoughts were still on her even as he was now right under a sexy naked woman. It was a reassuring thought knowing that even in the presence of another beautiful woman, his heart was still beating for her, but now he had someone who needed to be pleased and with a sultry grin, Jean encouraged him to do so as she watched her sexy boyfriend prepare to fuck her best friend.

“Don’t worry luv…This won’t change anything,” assured Betsy as she looked back at the naked man who was now hovering over her, ready to start fucking her.

With an affirmative grin, Scott finally took the initiative and thrust his penis into Betsy’s eager, wet vagina. Immediately, she let out a loud moan as her tight pussy adjusted to the feeling of his large cock. Her whole body once again arched and thrashed as she felt the first decent dick inside her in months. Her frantic motions wasn’t something Scott was used to, but he quickly learned to adjust as he took a firm hold of her hips and began thrusting and pumping in and out of her tight pussy.

“Oh fuck…Fuckin’ yes! Harder! Harder! It’s so…So fucking good!” moaned Betsy as Scott began to thrust in and out of her with greater intensity.

Her body rocked and throbbed to the feeling of Scott’s frenzied humps as waves of pleasure began flooding her body. Jean had done a good job of giving her pleasure when she ate her out, but there was still no substitute for a nice hard cock in the end.

The sight of Scott fucking Betsy was also making Jean wetter than she had imagined, for the sight that she thought would be difficult for her to watch was actually making her wet. She knew she should be jealous…But she trusted both Scott and Betsy and it was making her to wet to care. She began to finger herself and fondle her own breasts as the bed began shaking violently from Scott and Betsy’s hard fucking. Betsy, being the more rigorous lover that she was, pushed Scott to go at a much more intense rhythm than he was used to…But he managed to adjust for the sake of giving Betsy the pleasure she so sorely wanted.

“Oh fuck…” grunted Scott as the sweat from his body began to pour off and mix with the glowing perspiration that was consuming Betsy’s naked form as well, “You’re so…Tight.”

“Oh yeah that’s it!” yelled Betsy as she pulled Scott into a tighter grip with her arms and legs as she pushed him to fuck her to oblivion, “Fuck me! Fuck me, Scott! FUCK ME!”

Her loud yells and frantic body movements were pushing him to the edge as his cock thrashed in her wet pussy. He tried to hit as many pleasure nerves as he could with her as he so often did with Jean, but he found that it was tough to do so with Betsy’s frantic pace. But she sure as hell wasn’t complaining as she began to feel another powerful orgasm coming on strong as she felt her pussy began to throb as his cock pumped in and out of her.

“Oh fucking yes! I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” yelled Betsy as her body began to arch and thrash more violently.

“Yeah…Me too,” grunted Scott as he struggled to hold back long enough, but couldn’t because of the intense pace that Betsy loved so much.

Finally, Scott’s body gave out and blasted his fluid inside Betsy’s wet, throbbing pussy. The feeling of the warm liquid inside her finally pushed her over the edge as well as her pussy tightened and her intense orgasm flooded her mind and body with mind-numbing pleasure.

“OH FUCKING YEAH!”

As they both let their orgasms consume them, Jean also began to finger herself more intensely as the sight of their sweaty naked bodies thrashing and grinding together drove her even further as they both let out loud moans of pleasure that echoed all throughout the room.

As Scott rolled off her, their bodies were now consumed with sweat and cum and Betsy looked happier and more content than she had been in months as she took deep breaths and soaked up the pleasure of having just been fucked so thoroughly. Looking over at Scott, who looked equally spent, she smiled in gesture of gratitude as she lightly ran her hands over his sweaty, muscular form.

“You really are every bit the lover Jean says you are…” said Betsy in a voice still wrought with the effects of her orgasm.

“Thank you…It was my pleasure,” said Scott with a grin.

“I’m sure it was…” said Jean, letting out a slight chuckle.

“You really did a great job of satisfying me, luv…” said Betsy with a slight moan, “I can’t tell you how good it feels to have a nice fuck after so long.”

“Glad we could help…” said Scott as his breathing steadied and the two naked women were once again at his side.

“And boy did you help…” help said Betsy as she looked back over at Jean with a mischievous look on her face, “And because you did so much to satisfy the both of us…Of which I can safely say is a trait that’s dying among men these days…I think it’s time that Jean and I give you a little…Reward.”

“Reward?” said Scott curiously.

“You’re right Betsy…He does deserve a little reward,” said Jean as she began touching his sexy naked body along with Betsy in a show of sexual enticement, “And for a guy who’s given me more than I could ever hope for…I think it’s time you get a little something for making me so happy.”

With looks of sexual lust, both Jean and Betsy began to take hold of the situation as they began kissing and touching Scott’s naked, sweaty body. The feeling of two sexy women trailing their lips along his body was enough to cause his cock to stiffen once more as they both used their sexy enticement to prop him up on his knees, touching and stroking his well defined muscles to their contentment as the overall heat of the moment once again started to take hold.

“Time for a little…Fun,” said Jean as she maneuvered herself so that she was no on her hands and knees and facing Scott’s stiff cock.

Looking back up at him with a sexy grin, Jean took his hard penis in her hand and gave it a few strokes as she guided it to her mouth. Betsy was also taking the time to readjust her position as well as she went around and laid back so she was under Jean’s throbbing wet pussy. Spreading her legs, Jean straddled her friends so that her face was in the perfect position to orally tease her while she was ready to take Scott’s cock into her mouth.

“God Jean…You really made yourself wet watching us,” said Betsy with a grin as she slightly spread her friend’s wet lips with her hand.

“Yeah…I know,” said Jean as she gave Scott’s dick a few more strokes, causing him to moan as he grabbed hold of her head and began to stroke her beautiful red hair.

“And since you both ate me out so well earlier…I think it’s time I show you what I can do with my mouth!” said the purple haired Brit eagerly as she plunged her tongue into her friend’s depth

Then, as Jean felt the bursts of pleasure from Betsy’s tongue, she eagerly took Scott’s cock into her mouth and began to suck it. She heard Scott let out a deep moan as he held onto her sweaty body and took in the sight of Betsy eating her out while Jean was sucking his dick. It was a sight he’d never thought he’d see even though he had been in a three way before, but that was long ago and this was much better in his mind.

Jean’s talented tongue worked it’s magic around Scott’s cock, licking and teasing it in the way she knew he liked best while feeling waves of pleasure shoot up through her body from Betsy’s teasing. Jean was surprised to find that Betsy really did know how to use that tongue of hers for more things that just swearing and making comments. Then again, since they were both women they did have a pretty good idea of how to go about pleasing each other and it was driving her to entice Scott even further as she worked her way up in intensity with her sucking, making her lover moan louder and louder with each motion.

Both Scott and Jean were moaning as Scott relished the feeling of having Jean suck him while she relished in the feeling of having Betsy tease her. It was a maze of pleasure in a situation they had never experienced before…And they were both loving it.

“Oh God Jean…That’s it…That’s it…” said Scott as she felt her go with more rigor as she often did when they chose to just fuck for the sake of sex as opposed to when they made love, but Betsy’s added presence helped add something more to this as they both neared their climaxes.

“Mmm…It’s so hard Scott,” said Jean as she removed his hard penis from her mouth and licked up some of the pre-cum, “But now…I think it’s time we go for the finale.”

“You read my mind, luv…” said Betsy as removed her tongue from her friend’s dripping wet pussy, feeling that she was close enough to an orgasm to start with the final part of their little ‘make up.’

Once they were both free from their positions, they pinned Scott on his back and began running their hands over his body once again. All three of them were dripping with sweat, but they still felt the need to have one last climactic release with each other and they were sure as hell going to make it memorable.

“You want his dick again, Betsy?” asked Jean as she gave Scott’s rock hard dick another sensual stroke, “You really seemed to enjoy it last time.”

“If you don’t mind…” said Betsy in response, “I mean…He’s sure to make it up to you later on.”

“She’s right Jean…I will. You damn well know I will…” said Scott with a grin as he flashed his girlfriend a husky look, making her face flush as both she and Betsy prepared for one last good fuck.

Betsy then straddled Scott’s pelvis, guiding his cock into her once again while Jean straddled his face, giving her lover a perfect view of her wet pussy. Betsy let out a deep, pleasured moan as she felt his hard cock fill her pussy as she arched her back in delight at feeling so much pleasure in one night to help make up for all the tension that had nearly destroyed her friendship with Jean. The feeling of her tight pussy around his cock again prompted Scott to plunge his tongue into Jean’s wetness as well as he took a firm hold of her legs and began teasing and enticing her in the way she had come to relish so much since they had been together.

“Oh bloody fuck!” yelled Betsy with delight as she began to gyrate her hips and ride Scott’s cock to a world of pleasure.

“Yes…Oh yes!” moaned Jean as she felt her lover’s tongue attack and please all the sensitive areas he knew by heart.

While Betsy had done a good job of making her wet once again, Scott still knew how to please her better than anybody else and with more passion since he knew her body so well both inside and out. While Betsy rode his cock, Scott hungrily ate his girlfriend out, listening to her loud moans as her body arched in delight with each area he pleased.

The two women had looks of pure ecstasy on their faces as their bodies bounced and moved in a frenzied rhythm along with the intense pace of their sexual movements. Betsy rode Scott’s cock harder and harder while Jean began to hump his face as she felt his tongue dance within her, hitting all those tender spots that sent wave after wave of pleasure up through her body. Their naked bodies bounced as the sweat from the intense heat and activity poured off them as their moans filled the room. They began touching and fondling each other, rubbing their breasts and trailing their hands along the sweaty, naked skin of their moving bodies. Such actions helped build up to their fast approaching orgasm as they worked to keep the rhythm going for as long as possible.

Betsy’s frenzied movements as her hips gyrated with Scott’s hard cock thrashing inside her were quickly building up a climax that she desperately wanted to release. She had waited too long for something like this and she was unwilling to wait any longer. Her rough, speedy rhythm was wilder and more feral than both Scott and Jean were used to. Her whole body practically thrashed and shuttered as she rode Scott’s cock closer to her climax. She had always been very free about her sexual energy, but neither Scott nor Jean could have suspected her being THIS free.

“OH FUCKING YES! FUCK MY LITTLE CUNT! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME FAST! I WANNA CUM! I WANNA CUM SO FUCKING BAD!” she yelled as her frantic movement pushed Scott and Jean to the edge as well.

Betsy’s aggressive touching of Jean’s naked body grew more intense as she felt her orgasm coming on strong. She grabbed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and let her suck on her fingers as Scott ate her out with more thoroughness, driving her closer to her own climax. Finally, as Scott began to thrust upwards with more force into Betsy’s vagina, he felt her finally tighten around his cock as she arched her back and let out a long, orgasmic yell.

“OHHHHHHHHH! FUCK YEAH!” she moaned as her pussy clenched Scott’s member and began to milk it for every drop of cum he had.

Scott also let out a moan upon feeling Betsy’s throbbing pussy tighten around him as he gave her one final thrust, spilling a wave of his fluid into her wet domain. This moan sent Jean over the edge as well as she climaxed as well, releasing her juices upon Scott’s face as her pussy throbbed in pleasure at the euphoria of such a powerful orgasm from such an exciting, erotic night.

Finally, after the ecstasy of their orgasms subsided, Betsy withdrew Scott’s softening cock from her wet pussy and Jean moved herself off his face as they both collapsed beside him. They all now laid upon the bed in complete, utter exhaustion, soaking up the feeling of having such a strong, powerful fuck together.

Jean couldn’t believe she had actually done it…She had actually had a threesome with her lover and her best friend. But she had really enjoyed it…And judging from the content look on his face, so had Scott. He had done it with every bit of thoroughness and care and he had yielded a great deal of pleasure doing it. He just had sex with two women…His lover and her best friend. It was a new, unique experience that both she and Scott had taken on and the results had been nothing short of orgasmic.

Jean nestled comfortably upon her tired, naked lover as he warmly embraced her with his arm and held her close, gently stroking her beautiful, sweaty hair. Love and sex were two different things, yet even in an act that purely sex based like this, he still managed to show his love for her as he gave her a warm smile…Reminding them both that their love for each other would always stay strong no matter what.

For Betsy, her body hadn’t felt so nice and relaxed in months. Scott may not have had the same kind of style as she did when it came to sex, but he sure as hell could go the distance and he had pleased her in a way she hadn’t been pleased in so long. Looking back over at Scott and Jean, she couldn’t believe they were still gazing at each other with that lovesick look that she so often commented on, yet this time…She stayed silent, for she finally understood just how strong their connection was.

“Jean…You’ve got yourself a great man here…” said Betsy as she ran her hands along Scott’s sweaty chest with Jean, “He’s strong, sweet, and a damn good lover.”

“I know…” she said as she gave her boyfriend a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t ever let him go, luv…” she said to her as she watched Jean rest her head comfortably on her lover’s chest, “He’s the real deal…”

“I won’t…” she said as she smiled back up at her lover as he gave her a kiss on the forehead and gave her a special ‘I love you’ before drifting off into a deep sleep.

“So…Are we friends again?” asked Betsy as she looked back at the young woman who had been her closet friend for so many years.

“You know it Betsy…Friends forever,” said Jean with a smile.

“Friends forever, luv…”

Betsy couldn’t help but smile back as she reflected on everything that had transpired on this fateful day. She had come so close to destroying a friendship she valued so dearly, but in the end…Their friendship had prevailed and now everything was so much clearer to her. Yet as Elizabeth Braddock watch her friend fall asleep in the secure grasp of the man she had fallen so madly in love with, she couldn’t help but wonder…Would she ever find someone to love like that?

That thought stuck with her as she drifted off to sleep, wondering if she’d ever get a chance to feel the happiness that Scott and Jean had experienced together. But with the end of this tumultuous day and the end of one major conflict, Betsy felt she had reason to be hopeful for the future, for no matter whatever or whoever may come into her life…She would definitely be ready.

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AN: Well, hope you smut fans liked that chapter! I know it was due! Now with the whole Scott/Jean/Betsy issue resolved, what else could be in store for them? Stay tuned to find out because you won’t want to miss it! Major events are still to come and I hope you all enjoy what I have in store for this truly epic fic that I have enjoyed writing so much! And I know I say this a lot, but PLEASE let me know what you think of my work! Send me reviews via email at slickboy444@aol.com or post them on the fanfiction website! I don’t care which one you do as long as you REVIEW! Thank you all very much for reading and I wish everybody the best!