Hanging By A Moment

Hanging By A Moment
Chapter 4: Gossip

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The rest of Jean Grey’s morning went like any other after Scott left. Since it was Saturday, she used the opportunity to get a little relaxation time. And like she had suspected, one of her girlfriends, specifically Rogue, called her up and asked for all the juicy details. Jean, being the girl she was, simply smiled and said she would let her and the others know later on when they met up for lunch that afternoon. And judging from the eagerness in her friend’s tone, she could tell that her friends were very interested to hear how her little hookup had gone. The more the beautiful redhead thought about it, the more she smiled about it because the details were something for her to treasure and she had control over who knew the spicy details that she knew.

Once lunchtime rolled around at about one in the afternoon, Jean grabbed her favorite pair of low cut, tight fitting jeans and a red halter top and went out to meet her girlfriends at their favorite restaurant not far from campus. It was a beautiful late August day as she walked down the streets of Bayville towards the restaurant and Jean couldn’t have felt better. The temperature was perfect, the sky was clear, and she seemed to be literally glowing with happiness.

Once she reached the restaurant she quickly identified Betsy, Kitty, Wanda, and Rogue through the windows and smiled as she made her way through the door and towards their table. The four other girls already seemed engrossed in a conversation, so Jean made her presence known as she let her good mood proudly show.

“Good afternoon ladies! And how are you doing on this fine day?” said Jean in a slightly overly enthusiastic tone as she approached her friends.

“Jean, darling…” said Betsy, “Glad to see you again. We never got a chance to say goodnight back at the club.”

“Yeah, sorry about that…” said Jean, but still with a smile on her face, showing that she didn’t regret leaving, “But I had a rather unforeseen development get in the way.”

“Development? Is that what you call it now?” smirked Wanda as Jean sat down at the table, the ominous smile still present on her face.

“Yeah, cut the crap Jean,” said Rogue, wanting to cut right to the chase, “You know we were watchin’ ya. We saw you go up to that really fine lookin’ young man and talk his brains out for nearly 20 minutes before you dragged him out on the dance floor…Then out of the club.”

A round of giggles soon echoed throughout the group, but the wide grin on Jean’s face remained…Hinting that she fully knew what she had done and didn’t regret it in the slightest.

“And then…” continued Kitty, “You disappear and we don’t hear from you until just now.”

“Well…What can I say?” quipped Jean jokingly, “We had a lot to talk about…And a lot to do. I guess I’m just very tired from it all.”

The playful nature of Jean beating around the bush was starting to annoy them, but this only made Jean laugh more because she knew it would only add to the level of their reaction once they found out.

“Oh cut the crap Jean!” said Betsy, “Just look at yourself! You’re relaxed, you’re overly happy, and you have a silly ass grin on your face that just screams ‘I had sex last night!’”

Jean continued to smile smugly, unable to wipe the grin off her face. Betsy may have been a bit crude in her terminology, but in the end Jean knew she wasn’t that far from the truth.

“Come on Jean…You owe us some details!” smirked Kitty.

The four other girls were soon clamored around their redheaded friend for the juicy details of the previous night. Jean could tell that if she didn’t say something soon, they were likely to badger her incessantly being the gossiping bunch they were. But that’s part of what she liked about them. Finally, Jean felt that she had put them on the spot long enough and it was time to recall for them the passionate night she had experienced.

“His name is Scott Summers…” began Jean, keeping it simple and saving the good stuff for later, “He’s completely new to the area and just moved into an apartment not far from campus.”

“Ah…So he’s fresh meat in other words!” grinned Betsy, causing another round of laughter to echo around the table, yet Jean continued.

“Don’t jump to conclusions Betsy,” said Jean as the laughter died down, “He may be new, but he’s no pushover. He’s an ex marine.”

“Ooh…A soldier. That certainly explains the body,” said Rogue, becoming all the more intrigued, “Do go on…”

Jean smiled as she seemed to further draw more interest as she told them about Scott. She also had a pretty good feeling that they would like where this was going.

“He’s here on a scholarship and pays for his expenses through money from the military,” continued Jean as she kept telling them what she knew.

“Come on Jean…Get to last night already!” said Wanda, growing impatient.

“Well…” Jean smiled, “I went up to him…And we just started talking. I don’t know exactly how long we were talking but…”

“Twenty minutes…” reminded Betsy, “You were talking to that guy for over twenty minutes when usually, it only takes you five minutes or less to make a move.”

“Was it really that long?” asked Jean, somewhat surprised.

“Hey, I lost money on it,” said Rogue in confirmation, “Trust me…It was.”

“Well I guess just I lost track of time…He really was interesting to talk to, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” said Jean.

“Come on Jean…You are so, like, stalling!” said Kitty, sensing that Jean was once again getting off track.

“Patience ladies…Good things come to those who wait,” said Jean with a humored grin as she continued, “Anyways…After we talked and shared a nice drink, a little song started playing and he asked me to dance…Which of course, I accepted.”

“So we saw…” commented Betsy with a smirk as she remembered what she and the others had seen, “You were really all over him.”

“What can I say?” shrugged Jean innocently, “He had all the right stuff. And he didn’t seem to mind.”

“So I guess the old Jean charm worked pretty well on this guy…” said Wanda.

“Oh it was more than that…” said Jean, not wanting to classify this as another one of her usual hookups, “The man knew how to entice…And he seemed every bit as into it as I was. When we danced…I could tell.”

“I’m sure you could,” said Betsy skeptically, not really figuring Jean for deeper feeling type.

“So what happened after that?” asked Rogue, “You’ve already told us stuff we know because we saw it. Now tell us what happened AFTER you left.”

Jean took a deep breath as she prepared to go further with what she knew they were clamoring for. Just thinking about it was giving her brief flashbacks of the events from the previous night. The memories of the feelings, the passion, and the sheer experience of it all were just so overwhelming to her mind. It was almost as if she could still feel Scott’s touches at this very moment. But she quickly tried to push those feelings to the back of her mind as she forced herself to continue.

“Well…After the song ended…We kissed,” said Jean, now starting to blush somewhat.

“Ooh…That’s a promising start,” said Kitty, “So, like, how was it?”

“Honestly…” said Jean, taking a brief moment to think about it before she answered, “It was…Perfect. It was unlike any other kiss I’ve ever had before.”

To her girlfriends, she was simply being melodramatic…But for Jean, nothing could be further from the truth. She knew what she felt in that kiss and she had been reeling from it ever since. But for the others, the kiss wasn’t the main draw…It was what the kiss usually leads to that they were interested in. Jean knew that she was never one to be overly romantic about much of anything…But that kiss with Scott on the dance floor that night was simply beyond further description other than…Perfect. As Jean continued to remember that fateful moment from last night…She was suddenly brought out of her train of thought by Betsy.

“And…What happened after that?” she said, pushing her on.

“Then…” continued Jean, forcing herself to focus once more, “I whispered in his ear…And invited him back to my apartment.”

“Finally!” exclaimed Wanda, “The part we DIDN’T see.”

“So…” said Besty in an intrigued tone of voice, “Did you get some…Did you let him take a ride on the Jean Grey express?”

Jean’s face began to blush nearly the same color as her hair. Remembering the wonderful sensations that she had experienced with Scott last night had caused a sudden hot feeling to surge through her body. Like the kiss she had described as ‘perfect,’ the experience from that night was nothing short of amazing. Jean knew that she couldn’t put it exactly into words as her friends so eagerly wanted to…But this was something that she wanted to treasure herself no matter what anybody else said.

“Well…” said Jean as she prepared to forego the redness of her face and continue with the events that she remembered so vividly, “We managed to fight our way through the crowd and through block after block of Friday night street traffic…And we got back to my apartment.”

“And then…” said Wanda as she and the others grew all the more eager to hear where this was going.

“We kept on kissing and touching the whole way,” continued Jean, who now had the undivided attention of the four girls surrounding her, “His arms were so strong and his muscles were so rough…Every part of his body was just so well built and perfectly toned like a mixture of the boy next door and a male model. His hands were just so soft, yet firm at the same time and tickled and enticed every minute inch of my skin. Add to that his just plain manly scent and…”

Jean’s description had the girls getting all the more eager as they heard her memories of this man. Some tried to imagine what it was like themselves…But only Jean knew how it truly felt and at the moment she was at a loss for words to describe them further.

“And then what?!” said Betsy, wanting her to finish and not trail off like she often did with other such descriptions.

“And then…We both stumbled into my bedroom kissing…Touching…And feeling,” said Jean as she closed her eyes and recalled the wonderful experience in vivid detail, “I then took off his shirt…He took off my pants…And then…”

Jean stopped briefly, for she knew she had her friends on the edge of their seats. They all leaned in…Wanting to hear the final word, but Jean continued to stall as the look on her face seemed to convey the sheer magnitude of the pleasures from the previous night. Betsy was about to yell out in a tone that would have echoed all throughout the restaurant…But before she could, Jean finally finished.

“And then we burned a fucking hole into the bed!” she exclaimed.

A round of laughs and hoots followed among her four girlfriends as they cheered their friend on for her luck. Jean’s face was now as red as it could be, but she was just too damn happy to care about it. The memories of the previous night were hers and hers alone. She could tell them all about it…But they could never full ascertain the sheer wonder that she had experienced with the former marine.

“Way to go Jean! You little nymph you!” said Betsy as the laughter died down.

“You never cease to amaze me sugah!” said Rogue as she patted her friend on the shoulder.

“Thanks Rogue,” said Jean as her friends continued to commend her for her vivid telling of such a sultry story.

“So was he really that good?” asked Kitty, still somewhat eager to know more details.

Jean just smiled back in a sensuous manner so as to show just how serious she was.

“Trust me Kitty…He was good,” said Jean, “I could tell he was no stranger to the arts of sex. But the way he touched me…The way we moved together and how he managed to hit every single nerve in my body…Ooh it was just too good for words! Sex like that doesn’t come often. He wasn’t too controlling…But he was no pushover either! He knew when to do the right moves and how to execute them.”

“Jean, luv…The guy sounds way too good to be true,” said Betsy, feeling kind of skeptical at her description, “Don’t exaggerate…”

“Trust me Bets…I’m not exaggerating,” said Jean with confidence, “This guy…Scott…Was just so thorough and strong, it was almost as if his style was tailor made to my own. There aren’t many guys I’ve been with that can boast that feat, but he can!”

“Then I guess that means you really got lucky this time around,” said Wanda, “Men like that are just so hard to find.”

“I agree with you on that one Wanda,” said Jean, “And it wasn’t just that the sex was good…It was that he knew how to drag it out and make it last. It was just one of those special sessions of intimacy when time itself loses all meaning…”

“Ooh…It’s been too long since I’ve had one of those…” said Betsy with a longing grin, “So this Scott Summers up for any other rides? Because I sure as hell would like to have a go at him!”

Upon hearing that, Jean quickly became defensive…Which was unusual for her when it came to men most of the time, but she quickly shrugged it off for now.

“Hands off Betsy…He’s taken for now,” said Jean.

“Oh come on…” whined the purple-haired Brit, “I thought you said he left?”

“I never said that…” argued Jean, “You assumed I did.”

“Well that usually is the case with you Jean…” muttered Wanda, however Jean chose to ignore that little comment for the time being.

“It’s true…He stayed the night. Trust me…We were both too tired to do anything after the sex,” said Jean proudly, “So we stayed curled up in my bed until the wee hours of the morning…And it doesn’t stop there!”

“Ya mean there’s more?!” said Rogue, surprised since she normally wouldn’t expect such actions from Jean.

“Yep! Not only did he stay the night…But also in the morning, he was polite enough to take the time to give me another little morning romp in the shower with every bit of enjoyment from the previous night!”

The rest of her girlfriends simply looked back at Jean in shock.

“No way!” said Betsy with a non believing grin on her face, “Twice in the span of 12 hours?! You’re totally fucking with us!”

“I swear it’s the truth Bets!” said Jean in all honesty, “And not only that…After giving me a nice steamy wakeup call, he actually stayed longer and cooked me a nice little breakfast.”

“Wow…Breakfast?” said Kitty in a surprised tone.

“Since when can men cook anyways?” laughed Betsy.

“Ya know, you’re a very cynical gal Bets…Anyone ever tell ya that?” commented Rogue.

“Hey…I don’t know about all men, but this one could definitely cook,” said Jean with a smile, laughing inwardly at the reactions she was getting from her friends, “He made me a nice little omelet and we talked some more over a nice, late breakfast. And guess what? I’m going out with him again tonight.”

“Wow…You mean, like, on a date? A real date?” said Kitty with a chipper look, “Way to go Jean!”

“Yeah! From what you’ve described, Scott sounds like a real catch,” added Rogue, “I’m happy for ya sugah.”

However, Betsy found this a little hard to believe. Being the most cynical of the group and the one who knew Jean the longest, she couldn’t help but still have some lingering doubts.

“Wait, wait…So let me get this straight,” said Betsy as she looked back at her friend with a more serious look, “So you pick up this guy at a club…Take him home and have super hot sex with him…”

“Twice…” reminded Jean with a grin.

“Right, twice…” said Betsy as she rolled her eyes, “And then he cooks you breakfast…And you both decide to go out on a date tonight?!”

“Well…Yeah,” said Jean, now seeing that it sounded a little strange when she put it that bluntly.

“But Jean…I thought you said you swore of dating for a year after that time you went out with that frat boy last Spring?” said Wanda, not feeling that the actions Jean described sounded like regular Jean she knew.

Jean let out a sigh as she remembered her last attempt at dating a guy from a local frat. At first she raved and raved about him and how nice a guy he was, then after a while he started showing his dark side when he drank too much, told bad jokes, and was a relatively ordinary experience in the bedroom. Then, after he caught him hitting on another girl on one of their dates…They had quite possibly one of the biggest fights she had ever had with a guy since grade school. Words were exchanged, bitterness was apparent, and the guy learned the hard way that Jean was stronger than she looked. After that, Jean had made a solemn vow to give up on dating and stick to good sex.

However, in thinking about Scott and how things had gone with him last night…It was very different. There was more of a connection when they first started talking and the sexual experience was many times greater. It would have been a crime to compare Scott with her other failed attempts at romance in recent years. She hardly knew him…Yet she had a good feeling about him. Jean didn’t think it would turn out like it had and the thought of it growing into a relationship was still not quite registering in her mind. At the moment…She wasn’t sure what kind of relationship she would form with him. Usually, it would have been easy to classify it as either romantic or sexual. But with him…It was something Jean couldn’t understand now…Or simply wasn’t willing to accept at the moment. Either way, she was confident in her decision to go out on a date with him no matter what anybody else said.

“I know I swore off dating…” admitted Jean, “But this doesn’t really feel like the same kind of date that I had with that prick last spring.”

“Wait…Since when were dates divided into types? Did I miss somethin’ here?” asked Rogue, thinking Jean was just making up excuses at this point.

“What? No…” said Jean, quick to pick up on how her friends were interpreting her words, “What I’m saying is…This date with Scott isn’t in the same context as other dates I’ve had. It’s simple really. I really enjoyed talking to him last night, I had a good time dancing with him, I had a good time in the ‘activities’ that followed, and I want to get to know him better. He’s already shown me that he’s a great guy to be around.”

“So this isn’t, like, a romantic date you say?” said Kitty.

“Precisely…” articulated Jean, still not convincing the others.

“And what would it accomplish?” laughed Betsy, finding the whole thing somewhat humorous, “If you don’t want to go into a relationship with the guy like you say you don’t, does that mean you just want to be fuck buddies or friends with benefits?”

Jean rolled her eyes and Betsy’s rather vulgar assumption.

“No Betsy…Honestly, I don’t know what will come of the date or what will develop with this guy. I just met him and I want to get to know him more. Like I said…Simple.”

Betsy, Kitty, Rogue, and Wanda knew Jean wasn’t a fan of relationships after all the ill-fated match-ups she had been in for the better part of her life. And given her stubborn nature, she wouldn’t recant her position on her little situation with Scott at the moment. While they still didn’t quite believe her, they were more or less satisfied with what she had told them. They wanted details and they got them. But it was different this time around because the story hadn’t ended for Jean and her new lover…If anything, it seemed like it was just beginning.

“Well…If that’s what you want, we’re not gonna stop ya,” said Rogue as she went back to eating her lunch.

“Fine by me girls,” said Jean, “So how about the rest of you all? What happened in the club after I left?”

For the rest of their little lunch in, Jean listened to the others tell the story of what had transpired for the rest of them after she made her abrupt exit with Scott. As they all ordered sandwiches and drinks, they soon fell into a more relaxed state. Jean didn’t say much as she listened in on the humorous antics that her friends described of the always interesting atmosphere of Bayville nightlife. Stories of how Wanda got into a fight with a guy that had grabbed her ass, how Kitty fell flat on the floor after trying to dance and drink at the same time, and how Rogue managed to convince the DJ to play her favorite song Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet Home Alabama” with menacing threats were all quite entertaining. And while flirting always came with such outings, nobody else had managed to bring a guy home with them as Jean had.

As the time passed the five girls simply sat into the early afternoon, absorbing the relaxing Saturday afternoon with no worries about classes or homework. But as they all finished their meals and paid the check, Jean felt it was time for her to make her leave. She wanted to squeeze in a quick workout in the gym before her date and didn’t want to wait until it was too late.

“Well ladies, it’s been a blast as always,” said Jean as she got up from her seat and prepared to leave, “But I had better get going. I’ll catch you all later.”

“Sounds like a plan luv!” said Betsy as she relaxed into her seat.

“Yeah, and be sure to, like, tell us how your date goes!” chirped Kitty with a smile, causing Jean to laugh somewhat at the young valley girl’s enthusiasm.

“I will Kit,” said Jean as she started to make her way out, “Later girls!”

And with one final wave, she was gone.

“Dang…I can’t believe how lucky she got last night,” said Rogue after Jean had left the restaurant, “One damn fine lookin’ man comes in the door and she gets to have fantastic sex with him twice in one night. Some gals get all the luck.”

“Oh come on Rogue…” said Wanda as she rolled her eyes, “Even if you had seen him first, would you have gone after him? I mean…Aren’t you still completely obsessed with that Remy guy?”

“How many times to I have to tell you!?” said Rogue in a rather loud voice that attracted some of the attention of the other diners, “I am not obsessed with Remy!”

While Rogue was facing Wanda, Betsy, and Kitty…She noticed that they all had sneaky-looking smiles on their face. Normally, this wouldn’t have been the reaction Rogue would have wanted…Unless something had come along to make them seem that way. And that something…Was someone.

“You say my name cherè?” said a deep, Cajun tone from behind her, causing her to freeze in place.

Rogue immediately froze upon hearing the deep husky tone that she knew all too well. Slowly, she turned to face the manly grin of Remy Lebeau. At that moment, Rogue felt like dying right then and there and Kitty, Betsy, and Wanda were trying as hard as they could not to break down laughing.

“Remy…I…Uh,” she stuttered, only to bring more laughs from her friends.

“Try words and sentences Rogue,” said Wanda with a grin.

“All right…Ya know what?! Why don’t you all just leave right now if yer gonna just sit there and laugh?!” shot Rogue in response.

“What? And miss this?!” said Kitty, almost unable to restrain herself.

That earned her another death glare from Rogue. All the while, Remy was watching the young woman’s response with a great deal of amusement. Seeing Rogue stumble in his presence only added to the game that they usually played with one another. Ever since they met, it was like a competition of the heart, mind…And libido as well. Rogue was a sassy, southern gal…He was confident Cajun…It was a game without rules, but a game that neither of them wanted to end.

“Well if you ladies don’t mind…” said Remy, “I kinda wanna speak with de cherè in private. Y’all can laugh at her later.”

The rest of the girl looked back at their annoyed friend and back at the cocky Cajun. The ominous grin on Remy’s face hinted at further intension. And judging by the sudden redness of Rogue’s face, it probably would be a better idea for them to leave before she made any more of a scene.

“Fine…I guess we can find other ways to get good laughs,” said Betsy as she, Kitty, and Wanda got up and made their leave, “Have fun you two!”

The three girls laughed their whole way out the door and Rogue would have yelled back at them, but they were out of sight before she could. Besides, Remy more or less garnered her attention like he always did when he made one of his unexpected entrances. She swore he got a genuine level of satisfaction every time he managed to surprise her…Then again she got the same feeling when she did the same thing to him. They always seemed to go back and forth, each time more enticing than the last one. Their games were like a drug and neither of them every showed any sign of lessening their desire for more.

“Ah…Alone at last,” said Remy as he moved in closer to Rogue, giving her a strong whiff of his intoxicating Cajun scent.

“Cut the crap Remy…Why in the hell are you here?” said Rogue, still not amused by the awkwardness that he had made her endure.

“Dis is one of your favorite places to eat lunch, ain’t it?” said Remy, still maintaining his smile, “I thought it would be a good place to find you. And I guess Remy’s logic was right.”

“Fine…So ya stalked me,” quipped Rogue, beginning to respond in a stronger, more confident tone of voice.

“It ain’t like you haven’t done the same to Remy cherè…” smirked the Cajun, “What about that time at de football game? Or dat time at de fourth of July party?”

“And don’t forget the end of year party last May, Cajun…” said Rogue, her expression turning to one of a sultry grin, “Or what happened on the pool table afterwards…”

“Still feel pretty good about dat don’t ya Rogue?” replied the Cajun, seeing that she was now starting to play along and match him word for word, “Ya must have bragged night and day to them girlfriends of yours that ya seduced a fine lookin’ Cajun on a gaming table.”

“Who says I told em?” quipped Rogue with a grin, “Ya think I tell em everythin’ about what I do on a pool table…Or in a hot tub…Or in a locker room…Or on my ol’ roommate’s bed?”

“What about what you do in de bathroom of dis here restaurant?” said Remy, the smile on his face growing even wider as his eyes drifted up and down her sexy, curvy body.

“Funny…I wasn’t even aware of that one,” said Rogue, now beginning to see where this was going.

“Well maybe we haven’t…Maybe we should make dat memory while we can so you can have even more to keep from those girls…” said Remy as he moved in closer and snaked his hands around her waist.

Rogue grew drunk with his sexy Cajun scent as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. She could feel the warm sensation brewing in her stomach and lower regions. While she liked to keep this little ‘game’ as they called strictly between them…Part of her wanted to scream out loud and let the whole world know the wonders she had experienced with this man and the sensations that he made her feel. As she drew him into a soft kiss, Rogue went weak in the knees and felt it was time to simply give into their respective desires and add one more round to their unending escapades of flirtation and longing.

“So which way is de bathroom cherè?” whispered Remy into her ear.

“Don’t worry swamp rat…I’ll lead ya.”

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The door was locked and the fluorescent lights bathed the small room in a white glow as Remy already had Rogue up against the wall. He was already shirtless as he trailed wet kisses down her neck. He listened to her sexy moans as she quickly guided his hands to the hem of her shirt, allowing him to swiftly remove it and toss it aside. Rogue could feel the deepening hardness pressing against her as she ran her hands along his finely toned muscles. Remy continued trailing kisses around her shoulder area as he placed a hand on her still covered breasts.

“Mmm…Yeah,” moaned Rogue, unable to bear the thin barrier between his hands and her skin.

Not wasting any more time, Rogue swiftly removed her sexy black bra, exposing her generous breasts to the eager young man as he increased the fury of his kisses. Rogue’s moans grew louder as he gently massaged and caressed each of her breasts in his hands, growing more and more drunk of erotic foreplay. Soon, he brought his face back up to Rogue’s as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

While their lips still pressed against each other, Rogue began working on the fly of his jeans, but found them somewhat difficult due to the hard lump that had formed as a result of their foreplay. Then, as their lips parted, Rogue soon began trailing her lips down his face and over his well toned chest…Working her way lower and lower until she was on her knees. As she finally managed to finally undo the zipper of his pants, she swiftly pulled them down along with his boxers allowing his hard erection to come out of its confinement.

“Cherè…” gasped Remy as he felt her gently stroke him with her soft hands.

Rogue then proceeded to lick and tease his hardened member with her tongue as she took as much as she could of him into her mouth. She started off slow…Sucking and teasing his hard penis as he gently ran his hands through her hair. Soon, the intensity of her sucking increased as she heard him moan louder which only encouraged her to go faster and with more vigor. Back and forth, she bobbed her head while being sure to take as much of his length inside her as her throat would allow. Hearing him moan and feeling his hard dick in her mouth continued to make her wetter and eager for the pleasure that only he could provide.

After a good few minutes of sucking, Rogue felt it was time for the next step. She then brought herself up to her feet again and captured his lips with hers. Remy’s sensual hands then slid to her waist and began to aggressively undo her pants.

“Oh Remy…I need you now!” moaned Rogue, as she assisted him in removing the last of her clothes, panties and all.

Remy knew what Rogue liked and he had come to know her style. She was edgy, sassy, and a true mystery in a sense that he yearned to experience. Her attitude was not unlike his own in that they were both rebels at heart. Part of what drew him to her was her name…Rogue. It was so mysterious…So enticing…It drove him crazy in a way that nobody else ever could. And seeing her sexy naked body only made him long to hear her moan more.

Once she stepped out of her pants, Remy Lebeau used his strong arms to turn her around so her back was facing him. With his hands, he grabbed her firm ass and guided his hard dick to her moist entrance. She was already dripping wet, but that made it all the easier for him as he made his first thrust into her. Her deep, sexy moan drove him wild as he began to slowly work his way into a rhythm.

“Yeah…Dat’s it cherè,” said Remy as he transferred his hands from her butt to her breasts.

“Oh harder…Give it to me harder Cajun!” urged Rogue as she felt waves of pleasure surge throughout her body as she felt her lover’s penis thrust in and out of her vagina.

Both youths began to moan louder as they neared their orgasm. Sweat was beginning form as a result of the heat from the friction of their bodies as they both neared their peak. With deep, sensual moans she felt her inner muscles tense around his hard cock as she felt a powerful orgasm overtake her body. Soon after she came, she felt Remy climax within her as well.

“Oh yeah…More,” said Rogue as she turned around to face the sweaty Cajun, “I want more Remy…”

“Can’t get enough of de Cajun spice now, can ya?” smirked Remy as he used his strength to pin her against the wall and lift her off her feet, allowing her to wrap her legs around his body.

“What can I say?” she gasped as they exchanged messy kisses, “Cajun is the spice of life.”

With a husky grin, Remy passionately kissed her as he firmly grasped her hips and began to trust into her once again. Rogue tightened her grip around his waist with her strong legs, driving him deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. Soon, Remy’s lips trailed down her neck and onto her breasts as they both continued to moan in pleasure. The sweat from their bodies mixed and the heat only added to the sexual power of the moment.

As they moved together in an increasingly fast rhythm, they once again felt the coming of another orgasm. They both could read each other so well and they both realized that they were close. The vigor of their thrusts increased as the rush of warmth soon overtook them both as they let out one last loud moan that echoed through the small bathroom while their sexual fluids mixed and waves of pleasure once again took over.

Finally, the two lovers parted and met in one last kiss as they prepared to get dressed and make their leave.

“Ya think we’re gettin’ addicted to all this thrill sex, Remy?” said Rogue with a sultry grin as she gathered her wrinkled clothes.

“Does it matter?” quipped Remy, never one to worry all that much about such things.

“No…I guess it doesn’t,” said Rogue, still smiling.

With one last kiss, they southern couple quickly dressed and made their way out of the restaurant. And so their game went on. The passion, mystery, and seduction of their flirtation was an enticing blend of excitement and splendor that they both wanted to enjoy for as long as they could. Around friends, it wasn’t as clear…But around each other, it was very different. And even as they parted ways in the streets, all the while…Wide smiles never left their faces.

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AN: Well, what did you think? Did you like the little Rogue/Remy smut scene? They were always one of my favorite pairings! I just had to put them into this story and do a scene with them! And don’t worry, there will be more scenes with them in the future. For now, Scott and Jean have a date and they have a lot to learn about each other. Stay tuned for more romance, mystery, and passion! I hope you all have liked this story thus far and I am eager to know what you think! Please send me your comments via email at slickboy444@aol.com or post it on the website! Thank you all very much for reading and I wish you all the best!