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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 6: The Valley Girl’s Tale
- M/F, Angst, HC

Okay, so on the way back to the US after our last stop, I’m wandering the deck looking for Kurt, right? It’s night – no moon, so the stars are totally perfect and romantic – which means he’s, like, almost invisible. I was so not giving up, though. I needed Kurt pronto, worse than I’d ever needed anyone before.

Jean and Scott were totally being all sappy and stuff again, and I knew he’d wanna, like, help ruin the moment for them again.

I finally found him at the ship’s stern. He was leaning on the railing and, I dunno, looking into the distance or whatever, totally mopey. It was super-weird; Kurt hadn’t been mopey since he started seeing Amanda.

“Hey, Kurt,” I greeted him, moving in beside him. “The lovebirds are doing the whole ‘moony-eyed’ thing again, except there’s, like, no moon out tonight.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Wanna go mess with them some more?”

Kurt didn’t even look at me. He just sighed and shook his head. In profile, I could barely see his eyes – his holo rendered them totally dark blue like the ocean at night. I could follow the line of his jaw and the slope of his super-cute nose. Is it weird that I think he has a cute nose?

Anyway, I leaned forward to make eye contact and stuff. “Kurt, c’mon, talk to me,” I pleaded. “Why are you, like, blue?”

His mouth twitched a little, like he was totally fighting not to smile. “I vas born zis vay,” he replied. “You’d have to ask Mystique, I guess.”

I nudged him with my elbow again, harder this time. “Jerk! You totally know what I mean!”

Kurt, totally exaggerating, clutched his side and winced, “I think you got a rib zere, Kitty!”

I giggled and, like, fake-glared at him. “Yeah, well, if you don’t talk,” I threatened, “I’ll, like, get the other ribs too, or some junk.”

“Not my junk!” he cried out, covering himself with his hands.

I giggled again, harder. Kurt can always make me laugh, no matter what. “That is so,” here I punched his arm, knowing my super-wimpy arms stood no chance of hurting him, “not what I meant! I’m trying to, like, be a good friend and stuff, and you’re making jokes.” I punctuated the last couple words with some more totally weak punches.

Kurt’s eyes twinkled for a moment, and he was totally smiling, so I thought he’d gotten over whatever was, like, bothering him. Some of the “normal” passengers walked by just then, and gave us a way wider berth than was, like, necessary. That sent Kurt right back where he was when I found him.

“Just ignore those losers,” I told him, though I felt so mad at them for how they’d been acting the whole time. I just wanted to scream. Ever since M-Day, people had been so mean to us, and I was beyond sick of it.

Then it hit me: This was probably how Kurt felt, all the time, even before. On impulse, I took his outwardly-normal-but-actually-fuzzy three-fingered hand.

“It’s not ze passengers,” murmured my best friend. “It’s… vell, I miss Amanda.”

“Aww, how sweet,” I half-teased. “You’ll see her when we get back, right?”

Kurt shook his head fiercely. “No, I von’t. I can’t.”

“Whatever!” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “She totally snuck out to go to the Descanso Rivets concert with you.”

Kurt sighed, looking back out over the water. “Ja, ze one she nearly got killed at,” he replied. I could hear so much sadness in his voice, and I felt sad with him. I hate to see him like that.

He snorted, “And her parents vouldn’t have even known until zey couldn’t find her in ze morning.” He pursed his lips. “Vhat if she got hurt vhile she vas vit me? I… I couldn’t let something like zat happen.” I could just see the muscles of his jaw working. “I called it off.”

I gasped. “Oh my God, Kurt, I’m so sorry.” Totally not knowing what else to do, I gave Kurt the biggest hug I could. I just, like, wanted him to know it was okay, or it would be okay, or something. I dunno.

I felt so… powerless. I couldn’t even tell him that there was someone out there who’d like him just how he was, because Amanda was totally that girl. For once I, like, didn’t know what to say, so I just held him.

“Now I know how to shut you up,” he teased half-heartedly.

I totally wanted to let go, but I didn’t. “That’s what I don’t get, Kurt,” I began. “You’ve seemed all normal and stuff this whole cruise.”

“It’s all been a masquerade, Kitty,” he replied softly. “I don’t let anyone see me like zis, especially vit everyone already vorried about Amara.”

“You’re letting me see,” I reminded him.

He looked at me and smiled softly. I totally blushed, and I never blush around Kurt. I hoped Kurt couldn’t, like, see it. “You’re not just anyone,” he told me.

“Hey, what’re best friends for?” I asked. “You sure you don’t wanna make fun of Scott and Jean in all their lovey-dovey-ness? It was so fun before. I bet it’ll totally cheer you up.”

I listened to myself starting to babble like I do when I’m around a guy I like. It never happened around Kurt before, though. I’d always felt so comfortable and stuff around him – at least, after I got used to him.

“Let zem have one night vithout distraction,” came Kurt’s wistful reply.

“I guess we’d, like, want the same,” I added, “if we could.”

“Ve are so jealous,” he observed. The comment came totally outta the blue – I mean, outta nowhere. Shut up, you guys!

“No way! Scott’s too like a big brother,” I protested.

Kurt chuckled. “I mean, I think ve’re jealous of vhat zey have together. Ve vish ve could have something like it.”

My thoughts went to Lance, and the total disaster that had turned into. We were separated by, like, everything – morals, socioeconomic class, tons of mistakes, and now time. “Kurt,” I murmured, “that’s… really insightful.”

“I have my moments.”

I thought that moment, and what it showed me about Kurt’s hidden depths or whatever, made me see him in a totally new light. So I looked at him in that light, just to see what I could see. What I saw was totally hot.

Looking past the totally-cute holographic face, I saw the real Kurt’s totally-cute real face – the soft fur like velvet, the bright golden eyes, the pointy sexy ears, the adorable nose I already mentioned. Even deeper was the soulful Kurt behind the silly mask, who read people way better than I thought he did. I mean, I hadn’t said, like, a single word about Lance, and Kurt’s comment totally cut to the heart of why I was so eager to mess with Scott and Jean.

I actually felt myself getting, like, hot and bothered holding Kurt like that. I figured I’d like, go back to my cabin, give myself an orgasm, and go to bed. In the morning everything would be back to normal, and Kurt would still be just my best friend. Part of me totally wasn’t sure that’s what I wanted, though.

So I asked him to, like, walk me to my cabin, and he said, “Sure! I’d be delighted, Kitty.” He even, like, offered his arm and stuff. It was so sweet.

We walked about half the length of the ship in a totally comfortable silence, arm in arm. Finally though, I wanted conversation, so I broke the silence: “Even if you don’t wanna tease the lovebirds any more, I totally had fun doing it with you. The croissant thing was, like, comedy gold.”

Kurt chuckled. “Amusing you is my sole goal in life, Kitty.”

“Yeah right!” I scoffed, nudging him with my elbow again. “Even if we don’t wreck their romantic moments, we can still totally make fun of them.”

Kurt grinned and nodded. “I’ll begin,” he said, clearing his throat. “Vhat a lovely night, Jean darling!” I could tell he was already about to crack up.

I grinned and batted my eyes. “Oh, Scott, it’s so romantic being with you here under the starlight.”

“I could spend all night vit you in my arms,” replied Kurt melodramatically, “listening to ze sound of ze ocean.”

I nuzzled against my blue fuzzy escort, a pleasant warmth washing all over me. “Oh, Scott, my love,” I gushed, “you say the sweetest things!” For emphasis, I totally twirled one of my bangs around my index finger.

Kurt grinned at me, a mischievous gleam in his eye, or some junk. “Only because you are ze sveetest thing!” he responded, still barely keeping character.

I smiled back, exclaiming, “Oh, kiss me, you fool!” I’m not sure when exactly the shift happened, but I definitely wasn’t just playing the role anymore. I totally wanted him to kiss me for real.

“Oh, schnookums!” he cried, laughing and making silly kissy faces at me – totally adorable, by the way. I wish I had a picture, for sure.

I giggled and made the same faces back at him. My heart was totally about to burst from my chest. My palms definitely started sweating like crazy. I leaned towards him without even, like, thinking about it, like he was drawing me in like a magnet or whatever.

When our lips made contact, it was like the rest of the world just stopped. Yeah, I definitely felt like I could just melt with Kurt, or whatever that song says. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, like this kiss was the only thing happening anywhere on the whole planet. Y’know what I mean?

Soon the kiss turned into, like, hardcore making out. My arms went around his neck; his wrapped around my waist. I even remember his tail, like, coiling around my calf.

We found our way into my room, but I totally don’t remember if we teleported or phased inside. At the time it was way less important than my liplock with Kurt. He has some seriously soft lips, guys; they’re super-kissable and not furry at all.

We sat on the edge of the bed, still making out like crazy. From the way he, like, nibbled my lips and stuff, I could totally tell that he’d wanted to kiss me forever. I kinda kicked myself for taking so long to come around, so I tried to, like, match his kisses as best I could.

Finally, at the insistence of my raging hormones or whatever, I guided Kurt’s hands to my chest – it’d be way generous to call them boobs. They haven’t grown, like, at all since before I came to the Institute, so I’m totally jealous of all of you. I mean, I’m about to graduate from high school, and I still look like the freshman who tripped over her own feet in gym class and wasn’t invited to Duncan Matthews’ party. Of course, I still don’t get party invitations, but for totally different reasons now.

Anyway, back to the cruise.

Kurt broke the kiss and looked at me all serious. “Kitty, ve should stop,” he murmured, but he didn’t move, like, at all, so I didn't know if he meant it.

“We’re just making out, Kurt,” I replied, really loving the feeling of his hands on me. Only, like, one layer of fabric – thin fabric, at that – was between his hands and my itty-bitties. I usually don’t even bother with a bra because they’re so small or whatever, and that night was no exception.

“Friends don’t make out,” insisted the blue fuzzy.

I flushed. “It’s not that bad, is it?” I asked. At the time I wanted, like, an honest response. Now I know it was definitely passive-aggressive to say that.

Kurt didn’t answer with words or whatever. He started feeling me up though. Oh my God, it felt so good to have him touching my breasts. He was totally gentle. I could tell by his eyes that he was loving it just as much as me, for sure.

I pushed the button on his watch to switch off the holo-Kurt. I looked deeply into those sexy, glowy golden eyes and smiled. “I wanted to see the real you,” I whispered shyly to him.

The way he grinned at me, I totally thought my heart would break. It felt… it felt like… y’know when it’s super-cloudy outside, and rainy and gross all day? It was like that moment there’s a teeny opening and one of those rays, like, shines out and you can see it against the still-dark sky for miles.

Yeah, I guess talking about Kurt really brings out my inner poet or something.

My hands started, like, kneading Kurt’s chest, the fur so incredibly soft to the touch. We started, like, making out again, and he laid me back. I kick off my shoes, feeling something underneath me.

Kurt musta, like, felt me squirming, so he pulled back to let me up. “Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No way,” I answered, pulling the lump out from under me.

“Vhat is zat?”

“It’s Lockheed,” I answered, blushing so hard. I held out my little plush purple dragon with the cutest green eyes. “My dad won it for my mom while they were still dating,” I explained, “and they gave him to me when I was a baby. I kinda can’t go to sleep without him.” Admitting all this to Kurt made me feel like such a dork.

“Zat’s an interesting name,” noted Kurt as he looked Lockheed in the eye, as if he were, like, talking to him.

“My dad’s, like, an aeronautical engineer. His first job was with Lockheed-Martin.”

“I see,” replied Kurt, though I don’t think he really knew what that meant. It wasn’t important, so I didn’t dwell. “Do you mind if I borrow her for a vhile?” he asked my dragon, making me feel less like a dork. I bobbed Lockheed – y’know, making him “nod” or whatever – and put him on the nightstand.

“Now where were we?” I asked with a sexy grin, wrapping my arms around Kurt’s neck again. We lay back again and resumed making out. I totally felt the bulge in his shorts against my thigh, which spurred me to, like, grind against his leg.

Soon we were, like, dry-humping for real, his stiff bulge against my warm pussy. The feeling was totally amazing, and the pleasure I felt just kept building and building. By the time I pulled off Kurt’s open button-up shirt, I’d made my decision about what I wanted to do that night.

“Kurt,” I blurted, demonstrating a total mastery of subtlety, “I… I… I want you. Like, bad.”

“But Kitty,” he protested, pulling away from me, “ve’re just friends.”

I nodded. “We’re just two single, lonely friends helping each other out, giving each other a little happiness until we find true joy. Y’know, friends with benefits?” I gave him a shy smile.

“Friends with benefits” wasn’t exactly what I wanted from Kurt, of course. I just said that so he wouldn’t be, like, weirded out and run off or something. I guess I just figured that we’d make the transition from “friends with benefits” to “boyfriend-girlfriend” naturally enough, eventually, when we couldn’t, like, find anyone else to be with.

“Kitty, if you’re doing zis to offer me pity sex,” he replied warily, “I don’t vant any part of it.”

“That’s totally not it,” I protested. “It’s just… tonight feels like such a special night, y’know? You trusted me enough to let me in, to see the real you; I trust you enough to let you in, to make tonight… super-special.”

Kurt licked his lips, as if he were thinking about what I said. He’s so cute when he’s thinking. “I’d be honored to share our first time, Katzchen,” he finally answered, giving me the gentlest smile.

Too excited to wait for him to move, I phased out from under him and stood beside the bed. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, starting to feel nervous or whatever. I heard Kurt unzip his shorts, which I totally took as my cue to phase my clothes right off.

Kurt chuckled. “I vish I’d thought of zat.”

I felt totally weird being naked in front of a guy for the first time, like, ever. I felt totally inadequate, like I didn’t have anything to really entice Kurt with. So I covered my little A-cups with one hand and the landing strip on my groin with the other.

I peeked with one eye. Oh my God, Kurt’s thing was so big. I don’t know how big, exactly, but he is totally hung. I felt my pussy quivering with anticipation, for sure.

“Katzchen,” he murmured, taking my hands, “you’re beautiful. Never let anyone tell you othervise.” My heart totally started fluttering.

I lay down with Kurt, and he started kissing my neck and stuff. I ran my hands all over him, still loving how soft Kurt’s fur felt. At the same time we started touching each other’s privates. His finger on my clit sent shocks all through my body.

What really shocked me, though, was how totally smooth Kurt’s dick was. There was, like, no hair or fur on it at all, not that I could feel, anyway. I did some research online later, and apparently a lot of mammals are like that. Anyway, I definitely felt better knowing it was nice and smooth.

I totally didn’t know what to, like, do with it, though. Everything beyond Kurt’s hands on my chest through fabric was breaking new ground or whatever. It helped a lot that Kurt made these soft little groans when I, like, moved my hands over it.

We fooled around like that for a little while, until I was super-wet. Kurt was totally ready too, if the way he nibbled my neck and shoulders was any indication. We shifted around so he lay on top of me or whatever.

“You’re sure you vant zis?” he asked, his gaze boring into me.

I grinned and nodded. “For sure!” I told him, and I took his hand in mine for emphasis or whatever. “I’ll let you know if I need you to stop or slow down, ‘kay?”

Kurt grinned back and I could feel his excitement literally poking into my pussy lips. “I’ll go slow,” he promised. I totally quivered in anticipation, but I tried to relax and stuff.

He started to enter me, as slowly as he could, I’m sure. The tip made it in and felt pretty good and stuff, so I totally got my hopes up that this would be easy. “So far, so good,” I told him, stroking the tip of his ear.

Of course, saying that totally jinxed us.

Just then, my hymen tore. Oh my God, it hurt so bad, like someone put duct tape on my clit and peeled it off super-quick or something. I clung to Kurt, grabbing handfuls of his fur. “Kurt, stop!” I cried, my eyes squeezing the tears right out. “Ow, ow, ow, stopstopstopstop.”

Like the total sweetheart he is, Kurt stopped immediately. He even tried to wipe away my tears. “I’m so sorry, Katzchen,” he fretted, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll pull out, okay?”

“Please don’t,” I begged him, partly because I wanted to continue, partly because I was afraid that that would hurt too. “Just… gimme a minute, ‘kay? I’ll be fine.”

The pain slowly faded away. It totally felt like forever, guys, though I guess it was only, like, a minute or so. Kurt was so sweet while we waited, too, kissing me and caressing me all over and telling me I was beautiful and thanking me for sharing with him and all that stuff. When I felt ready, I moved my hips to work his dick a bit deeper, and he resumed entering me.

I groaned and moaned and stuff as I felt Kurt stretching me, filling me up deliciously. I spread my legs super-wide to help him. Despite the initial pain, it totally beat the heck out of masturbating.

I totally managed to fit that huge dick inside my virgin pussy. I’m super-proud of it too. It definitely made me less afraid when I suggested to Pete that we make love, especially since he’s, like, smaller than Kurt – not by much, but enough for me to notice. Size doesn’t matter, for real, since Pete totally rocks my world every time, because I love him.

Sorry for the tangent there, guys. Back to my tryst with the fuzzy dude.

Soon Kurt was, like, thrusting away inside me, and the details start to get kinda, well, fuzzy. Speaking of, his fur felt so amazing against my bare skin. It felt kinda like being made love to by my favorite blanket. I know, I know, that was, like, a weird way to put it. But this is Kurt we’re talking about here; weird totally comes with the territory.

So I was, like, floating on cloud nine or whatever while Kurt made love to me. All I could do was moan incoherently, with maybe an “oh God” or an “oh Kurt” thrown in. He was making all sorts of cute little grunts right next to my ear. The pleasure I was feeling was just intense, and I knew that I was gonna cum hard. I hoped that Kurt would cum with me, inside me – I was on the pill, and I knew we were both virgins, so it was totally safe, but exciting to think about.

When the orgasm hit, I wailed. Like, tears poured down my cheeks and I seriously started sobbing. I clutched Kurt’s arms for dear life or whatever. I have never, ever cum like that before. The pleasure was just that intense.

Kurt just froze. He sat up, and I wondered what he was doing, exactly. I totally couldn’t see ‘cause I was crying so hard, and I lay there sobbing my face off.

“Katzchen,” he cries, “mein Gott… you’re crying!” I could totally hear the fear in Kurt’s voice. I realized he thought he’d been hurting me, but I couldn’t say anything because I’m red-faced, tear-stained, and still bawling.

So Kurt pulled out of me. I totally started to panic, which didn’t help with the crying. I let go of him to wipe off my face.

“I’m so sorry, Katzchen,” he cried out, also panicking. “You said you’d stop me if it hurt.”

I tried to smile, to let him know I was, like, okay. Instead, I started crying harder. Kurt looked absolutely devastated, and my heart sank like a rock.

“Ve… ve shouldn’t have done zis,” he muttered, a look of, I dunno, clarity in his eyes. “I should… I should go.”

The panic inside me grew even further, but I couldn’t stop sobbing. Like, the more I tried, the worse it got. I saw Kurt’s tail, like, grab his clothes. I wanted to tell him I was okay, tell him not to go.

With a flash and a puff of smoke, he bailed on me.

I lay in bed for a while, holding Lockheed, trying to calm down or whatever. By the time I did, though, I felt too exhausted to go find him. I guess all the vacation excitement finally caught up with me, or some junk. So I, like, curled up with my dragon buddy – who wasn’t going anywhere – and went to sleep, planning to do damage control in the morning.
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A/N: Sorry for the prolonged wait for this chapter. As I mentioned in my previous AN, it's crunch time in this semester, so I've got lots to do before the start of May. I wouldn't expect another installment until then. On that note, I am thoroughly humbled by the hit count on this story - already well past some of my finished stories, and closing in on the top spot, and it's only just now a third finished!
This particular chapter ended up being really long (sorry!), but that was because I felt main characters, especially Kurt and Kitty, needed quite a bit more setup before they could just go for it.
I apologize if Kitty's valley-girl-speak is a bit much - it was part of her character early in the show's run, but the writers dropped it (probably due to complaints, I guess). I think they should've toned it down rather than jettisoning it entirely, so I put it back, but I fear I may have overdone it a tad. Let me know what you think, about the accent or about the story in general, in the reviews and/or on the discussion thread!
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