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Solo Shots	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, nor do I own the rights to either X-Men: Legends or X-Men Legends 2: The Rise of Apocalypse. I'm affiliated with neither Marvel nor Activision. I make no money writing this entry.

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Chapter 3: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
- Warnings: SoloF, M/F (implied), Minor (type 2 – teenager)
Jubilee’s first clue that her evening would leave the realm of the ordinary came when she started hearing soft noises coming through the wall next to her bed. The teenage girl snapped her gum, her last piece for the night, and focused in on the noise, too faint still to identify. The Seventeen magazine she’d been reading she folded shut, marking her place with her index finger.
Given that the walls between rooms at the Mansion were rather thin (with a few exceptions, such as the Summers’), Jubilee wondered why these noises should pique her interest; she’d heard Kitty and Colossus in the other neighboring room plenty of times. She rolled her eyes at the memories, suppressing a twinge of jealousy for her friend. Her cheeks reddened with a touch of chagrin when her brain finally clicked into gear and remembered that her new friend Alison had gotten the previously-vacant room on this side. The noise manifested again.
Jubilee’s eyes narrowed. From prior conversations, she knew Alison’s naiveté ruled out the more obvious and juicy possibilities for those noises. Briefly she toyed with the thought of checking in on the relative newcomer. Maybe Wolverine’s venison didn’t agree with her, she guessed, closing her magazine fully and starting to climb out of bed.
The timbre of the noises shifted, halting Jubilee in her tracks. Her ears pricked up when she heard, barely, “Mmmmmhmmmm… ohhhh yeah… mmmmm… uh-huh, that’s good… right there.”
Unable to believe what her ears were telling her, her eyes widened and her jaw fell open. Innocent little Alison couldn’t be… masturbating… could she? Jubilee wondered with a thrill. She said she’d never tried it. When did this change?
Suddenly the answer came to her: Bobby had told her about the pool incident last week, with much embarrassment, the day after it happened. Again she suppressed her jealousy over her friend’s good fortune – she’d been trying for months to fool around with him, but Bobby just didn’t seem interested in her that way. He turned out to be plenty interested in the bustified Alison, though.
Jubilee sighed, irritated. When they’d tried that bikini on, Jubilee had loved how the swimsuit accentuated the blonde’s B-cups – as a statement that “sexy” could be divorced from “busty.” In the intervening months, though, her new friend had to go and grow a cup size or so, which she imagined strained the top in all sorts of ways that Bobby found exciting.
Or, for that matter, thought the young woman, ways I’d find exciting.
Reflexively Jubilee swallowed the nervous lump suddenly in her throat. She knew she could never reveal to Alison – terribly modest, terribly straight Alison – just how attracted she felt to the newcomer during their shopping trip, nor the amount of… pleasure… Jubilee had had while helping her friend find such an eye-popping bikini. Not to mention when I got back, the naughty, gutter-dwelling part of her mind added, prompting her to giggle aloud.
Alison’s moans jumped in volume. The excited realization, She doesn’t think I’m in here, or she thinks I’m asleep, ran through Jubilee’s mind and landed squarely in the already-active gutter part. Deciding to make the most of this opportunity, Jubilee spit her gum into the trash can by her bed and lay back down. She hiked up the hem of her long t-shirt to her waist and pulled her panties off.
Jubilee squeezed her breasts through her shirt and pinched the nipples lightly, savoring the feel of the soft fabric against the sensitive tips. Like most teenage girls she’d talked to, she had mixed feelings about her breasts. In her case, she couldn’t decide between gratitude for her B-cups – due to her Asian heritage and her one-time quest for Olympic gymnastics gold, she ought to be board-flat – and inadequacy when compared to the other X-Women. Especially Psylocke, she fumed, an honest-to-God Japanese ninja with the body of a porn star! Sooooo unfair. Her current train of thought then traveled to Alison’s breasts, now too large for her to become the newest inductee of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, of which Kitty and Jubilee constituted the whole membership.
Realizing she was quickly bringing herself out of the mood at this point, Jubilee changed tactics. She ran her hands down her slim body toward her waist, pointing her toes at the ceiling and forming her legs into a V, parodying one of her gymnastic stretches. She gazed down at her groin and smirked at the narrow strip of hair she kept down there as a marker of her womanhood.
Idly she wondered if Alison had followed her recommendation about shaving. While her own area looked too girlish when bare, she couldn’t help but imagine how gorgeous Alison’s might look shaven, not to mention how delicious it might feel for Jubilee to run her fingers over the smooth skin. That got me going, she noticed when she caressed her own pussy and found it wet.
Gingerly she probed her entrance. Still intact, she grumbled to herself, despite gymnastic spills and Sentinel attacks. Either it’ll never break, or it won’t till I finally get laid. Jubilee had kept her virginity, not out of religious conviction or romanticism, but because she simply hadn’t found a guy with whom she felt the necessary trust. Not that there hadn’t been a few close calls, though – the L.A. malls she’d called home absolutely crawled with perverts, for starters. Further, she’d enticed far too many boys into buying her food, earning her a reputation as a flirt and a tease, which led to her either fleeing from the creeps or having to mollify the nicer guys with back-seat blowjobs, to the point that Jubilee considered herself a master of the art.
Next door, Alison’s noises of pleasure took on an air of finality. Jubilee’s legs lowered to rest on the bed, toes still pointed. Pressing her ear to the wall, Jubilee stroked her clit with abandon, careful to make no more noise than heavy breathing – cumming quietly was another skill she’d developed while living at the mall, since she didn’t want “public indecency” added to her rap sheet because of an afternoon self-quickie.
“Ohhh… oh yes… mmmm… ooh, Bobby, touch me,” Alison moaned; Jubilee could hear her more clearly now, so much so that she could just pick up a soft, repetitive slipping sound. Excited, Jubilee’s fingers sped up their activities, her imagination brimming with images of Alison naked, eyes squeezed shut, one hand fondling her breast, the other breast pitching and tossing with her ragged breaths, her legs splayed open, her other hand busily working her most sensitive area, bringing her closer to the peak of orgasmic bliss. Jubilee felt her own pleasure rising, racing to catch up – and gaining ground.
Unfortunately, Alison’s head-start proved too great, as evidenced by her delighted moans mere moments later. Dammit, I was so close, Jubilee grumbled silently to herself. After only brief consideration, she reached into her nightstand drawer, scrambling for her trusty pink Pocket Rocket. Once she had the little device in her hand, she switched it on and applied its delicious buzzing sensations to her clit, her spare hand holding herself open.
In her imagination, Jubilee kissed Alison full on the mouth, without preamble. Their lips locked; their tongues caressed each other hungrily; their bodies pressed together, bosom against bosom and groin against groin. Their hands roamed haphazardly, tracing thighs, butts, waists, arms.
Imaginary Alison broke the kiss to urge Jubilee on, her voice expectant, pleading. Gleefully Jubilee obliged, taking one succulent pink nipple into her mouth and circling it with her tongue. With her fingers she skillfully diddled her friend’s pussy, teasing the clit, massaging the soaked folds, spreading the pleasure to all areas. When Alison moaned in imagined earnest, Jubilee switched to the other. Fantasy Alison’s fingers surprised her by probing her depths, a single dainty, questing digit sliding into her pussy.
Jubilee came.
Not only in the now-dissolved fantasy – in the real world, her eyes and mouth gaped open. Her abs contracted, pulling her into an impromptu crunch. Her legs bent at the knee partway into the butterfly position. Jubilee blunted the cries threatening to escape her lips only by permitting them to exit as breathy gasps, gasps which she prayed remained unnoticed by her newest friend and erstwhile object of her fantasies.
The orgasm subsided, but it left Jubilee in something of a quandary: her appetite had only been whetted, so at least one more round seemed in order. While her climax-addled brain weighed the possibilities for achieving satisfaction, Jubilee began hearing soft moans again – this time, from the other direction.
Kitty, it seemed, was just getting started. Pocket Rocket in hand, Jubilee crept over to the other wall and sat upright against it. She spread her legs, placed the miniature vibrator onto her clit, and listened.
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. It marks my first real stab at F/F (in this case, implied), so I hope I got it right. Please R/R and let me know, as F/F may be making additional appearances in this fic. Maybe. Also, I do want to give a shout out to the fic 'Wet Dreams' by Ramsey, which can be found in the X-Men: Animated Series section of this site, as that (unfortunately unfinished) story inspired me to do this. I think I'm taking a sufficiently divergent approach to the concept of a series of masturbation shorts that s/he won't be angry with me.
Finally, a canonical example of Jubilee's jealousy over Psylocke: http://img99.imageshack.us/img99/5717/002b4g7c.jpg
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