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First Times at Bayville High	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 21210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 3: International

Long seated on the second sofa beside Tabby, Amara looked around nervously at the other girls as she finished her story. Most of their faces bore expressions of shock or concern, which permeated the silence. The princess could not imagine feeling more embarrassed.

Rogue was first to break the silence. “Oh mah Gawd,” she exclaimed in her husky alto, “ya kicked ‘im outta his own room?”

Amara winced and nodded.

“I can’t blame her, really,” declared Danielle, tugging nervously on one of her braids. “She could have ended up pregnant. That’s scary.”

Jubilee nodded in agreement. “And, like she said, the tabloids would’ve been merciless.”

“How so?” asked Wanda. “I’ve never heard of Nova Roma – not until tonight, anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s, like, small, and kinda outta the way,” added Kitty.

Jubilee snorted. “Fuckers would figure something out. Headline: ‘Mutant school front for breeding program!’ Anti-mutant hysteria would’ve been easy to whip up.”

Tabby fiddled absently with the barbell running through her navel, as she often did while her hands were otherwise unoccupied. “And they might’ve done some digging – found out she was royalty. Even small-time royals can get headlines with stories that juicy: ‘Teen princess knocked up by buck-toothed hick-boy!’”

“Sam is not a hick, and he does not have bucked teeth!” protested Amara.

“I know that,” Tabby replied with an eye-roll. “But tabloids make shit up like that.”

Here Jean stepped in, noting Amara’s growing distress. “None of the things you feared have happened though, right? You’re not pregnant, or you’d be showing by now.” She favored the princess with a warm smile. “And I’ll bet you patched things up with Sam.”

Calmed by Jean’s words, Amara nodded. “The next day, I begged his forgiveness. He told me he would, if I would in the future remember that he cannot speak Portuguese.”

Jean winced sympathetically. “When he told you he didn’t understand…”

Again Amara nodded, her face still carrying an expression of embarrassed dismay. “He literally did not understand. Nonetheless, I felt as if I were Queen of Terrible Girlfriends until the plastic stick showed me the minus.”

Relieved chuckles peppered the room, and finally Amara managed a smile. She still felt quite embarrassed, though, admitting, “It may seem as if my first time were far from perfect, though I did advertise it as such. However, I choose to focus on the pleasant portions, and I would gladly experience it again.” She held her head high as she finished her admission.

“Did you ever find out what went wrong?” asked Jean. She shifted on the couch, careful not to let the hem of her Henley ride up too far.

“I’d bet on first-time jitters,” remarked Tabby. “No offense,” she added, “but not a lot of virgins know how to put on a condom properly.”

Amara tucked a stray strand of hair behind one ear. “Sam researched online and found that to be one of three possibilities.”

“Well-hung fellas break ‘em too,” Rogue chimed in, “from what Ah’ve read.”

Tabby couldn’t have stifled her giggle if she’d tried. “Doing some research of your own, huh? Lemme guess: exploring all your options, right?”

Rogue simply shrugged. “A gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do. This gal,” she added with a smirk, “thinks a body-stockin’ fer me and a condom fer him oughta do the trick.”

Amara smiled at her warmly. “I hope sincerely that your luck with them is better than mine.” She looked down at the floor. “You are correct also.”

Rogue leaned forward. “How big?” she asked, her voice soft but excited.

“Rogue!” Kitty chided.

“Twenty centimeters,” Amara answered just as softly.

Kitty’s eyes nearly leapt from her head. “Whoa! Eight inches, for real?”

Amara smiled the smile of one who is simultaneously proud and embarrassed.

“Lucky girl!” teased Tabby, with a hint of jealousy.

“How often do y’all go at it?” asked Rogue.

“Wow, I am so glad you’re not this nosy about my sex life!” declared Kitty with an eye-roll.

“It ain’t mah fault Amara’s got a stud boyfriend,” Rogue shot back. “Ah cain’t get none as yet, so Ah guess Ah wanna live vahcariously a bit.”

Amara twirled a strand of her hair around one of her fingers. “Since the pregnancy test came up clean, we average three love-makings each week,” she answered dreamily, “except for, ah, certain weeks.” All of the other girls knew exactly what she meant, so none inquired further.

Wanda tilted her head slightly. “What was the third possible cause for the condom malfunction?”

Now Amara looked purely embarrassed once more. “Ah, heat, actually,” she answered with a half-hearted laugh. “Latex does not respond well to intense heat, it seems. Therefore, we have since used polyurethane, which is hardier. Because of their expense, I pay for them, much to Sam’s chagrin.”

Jean pursed her lips. “Be careful about that,” she warned. “Men can be… funny… when it comes to those kinds of deeply-ingrained macho behaviors, like ‘providing’ for a woman.”

“Ah think it’s sweet that chivalry ain’t dead,” countered Rogue. “But we’ve had this discussion before, so we don’t need t’ get into it now.” Jean nodded in agreement.

“Dibs on the leftover latex,” called Tabby. No one dared dispute her for them.

At this point, Rahne, who had thus far remained silent, began laughing. The other girls stared in surprised confusion – not quite shock – as she started kicking her feet in the air as well. No one noticed a slight flush on Wanda’s cheeks, so focused were they on Rahne’s sudden hysteria.

From her seat atop the pinball machine, Jubilee raised an eyebrow. “Mind telling the rest of us what’s funny?”

Still laughing, Rahne managed to nod. “Once… Aye catch… me brreath…” While they waited, some of the assembled girls looked to each other for answers and received only shrugs. Finally the Scots lass calmed herself.

“It’s just good t’ know, Amarra,” she began breathlessly, “that Aye’m no’ th’ only faerre-crrotch as lives herre!” With that, she resumed laughing, less intensely than before now that she’d said her piece.

Tabby giggled also and threw a glance at Jean. “Big Red over there’s a fire-crotch too, y’know.”

Jean’s pale cheeks flushed to match her hair. “Excuse you!”

Rahne rolled to one side and regarded her fellow redhead gently. “If ye’re a rrandy one, ye haede it well.”

“I am most certainly not randy!” exclaimed the now-offended girl.

“As much fun as it is t’ mess with Jean,” Rogue jumped in with a small laugh, “Ah’m gonna burst the bubble ‘n point out th’ pun Rahne just made. That was a clever one.” She gave Rahne a smirk.

“But Aye didna make a pun,” protested Rahne. She sat up a bit, and Wanda again pinked unnoticed.

At the Celtic girl’s response, Rogue just blinked in confusion. “It usually means a gal with, um, ‘all-natural’ red hair. Y’know, all over.” Here Rogue joined the growing group of blushing girls.

“I am not at all red,” Amara replied, “I assure you.”

“Raht,” continued Rogue gamely, “but, in a more literal sense, ya got a fahre-crotch. That’s the pun Ah thought Rahne was makin’.”

Rahne shook her head, for a moment appearing more canine than human. “Nay, Aye just thought the worrd meant ‘rreally rrandy.’”

“Decidedly not,” snorted Jean.

“Please, don’t stay mad,” pleaded Kitty. “It was, like, an honest mistake, I think.”

Jean glared at Tabby, hard. “Not entirely. Maybe Tabby should tell how she lost her V-card next.”

The rest looked at Tabby for her usual sarcastic reply or quick-witted quip; but, for once, none was forthcoming. Instead, Tabby pursed her lips and shook her head. “No way,” she said aloud, “That’s… not a story I wanna tell at what’s supposed to be a fun party.”

Jean’s brow furrowed. She could sense that she had managed to strike a nerve, but she had truthfully not been scanning for a nerve to strike. She wondered what, exactly, Tabby’s first time had been like, for her to respond that way.

Amara looked around the room. “Since I have thoroughly embarrassed myself…”

Jubilee giggled, interrupting with, “Yeah, that level of sappiness should be illegal.”

Danielle fixed Jubilee with a gaze more penetrating than Cyclops’. The California girl just rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay, we can’t take a joke around here. I get it.”

“Are there any volunteers to tell something interesting that happened to them?” continued the princess, purposefully ignoring Jubilee’s comment.

Rahne sat up a bit more. “Aye’ll go next. Laek you, Aye’ve no prroblem discussin’ me sex drraeve.”

“True,” Amara agreed. “Perhaps it is because of our cultural differences from our American friends. However,” she continued, licking her lips nervously, “your story is not required to focus on your libido.”

Giggling, Rahne replied, “Aye’m a wee bit of an exhibitionist, so Aye’d love t’ tell all.” Audaciously, she pulled down the straps of her nightgown. “In fact, Tabby’s no’ th’ only one t’ sleep naked!” she proclaimed, looking for all the world as though she were about to strip down right then and there.

Jean held up a hand to stop her. “Please don’t,” she requested, her tone indicating that her words were more than mere request. Nearly all the girls were starting to look away.

“Aye only bought it t’ wearr t’naet,” she protested, squirming in the other redhead’s invisible grasp. “Aye canna stand havin’ th’ thing on me any longerr!”

“Is that why you’re not wearing underwear either?” asked Wanda, her question drawing numerous stares. “I didn’t mean to look,” she added quickly, “but from this chair I’m in… well, let’s just say that all I can see are London and France.” This time, when her cheeks turned scarlet, everyone saw.

“Jean, lass, please lemme go,” pleaded the struggling Scot. “Aye willna strrip naked. Ye have me worrd.”

Slowly the other redhead loosened her grip. Rahne sighed, happy to be free to move, at least. “Sorry ferr th’ show,” she apologized to Wanda, who only smiled back thinly. “As ye noticed, Aye’m no faerre-crrotch eitherr.”

Jean rolled her eyes, sighing, “This again?”

With a shrug and grin, Rahne replied, “Aye’m so furry in me otherr forrms, Aye thought me human one ought not be, just ferr a change o’ pace.”

Tabby chuckled, the movement forcing her to adjust one of her bra straps. “Y’know, girl, I think I like your style.”

“Is there,” Amara asked timidly, as if afraid to find out the answer, “anything else you want to share, Rahne?”

The girl who could cry like a wolf sighed. “Well, Aye s’pose we’ve a few differrences, lass. Yerr story coulda been even funnier – a rreal knee-slapperr – if ye’d got all that yellin’ on film.”

Amara just shuddered, letting Rahne continue: “But that’s frrom a lass who got herr cherry popped on camerra.”

Around the room, jaws dropped. “Oh my God,” marveled Kitty, “you, like, let someone film your first time?”

The petite exhibitionist nodded. “Aye’ll fetch the disk, so we can watch, aye?”

Amara shook her head. “No, Rahne, just tell your story. We will not watch porn at this party.”

Rahne sighed, obviously disappointed. “Suit yerrself,” she acquiesced. She started her story, a story captured live and contained on a disk in her room upstairs.
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, so please review and tell me your thoughts once you're done here. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter. If you're so inclined, feel free to join the forum discussion, the link for which is back on the first chapter's page. I went back and did some minor editing in that chapter, to bring Amara's dialogue in-line with how she sounds in chapter 2 and how she'll be sounding from here on out, so check that out if you're interested.
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