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March Madness	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 6426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or universe of X-Men: Evolution; Marvel does. I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 8: Full-Court Press

A few days later, on a Friday evening, Bobby headed out of the Danger Room, muscles aching from a particularly brutal session involving every mutant at the Mansion. He decided a nice, long shower might help him recover. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Jubilee headed for the women’s shower, apparently with the same idea.
Just what I needed, he grumbled to himself, thoughts of Jubilee naked and wet, drops of water rolling down her fit, tight little bod…
More thoughts in that vein coursed through Bobby’s mind as he bathed. The frustrated young man imagined running his hands all over Jubilee, feeling her smooth, slick skin beneath his hands, while the two of them stood beneath the shower spray. He imagined her facing the tile-covered wall, legs apart, ass thrust out, wet hair cascading down her back, looking over her shoulder at him and begging him to fuck her. He imagined fulfilling her request. He wondered whether or not she was also having such thoughts; and, if so, if she was utilizing the detachable shower head between her thighs.
Bobby’s imagination didn’t stop there, however; the next stall over became occupied by a tandem of Amara and Tabby. Naked flesh, dark on light, pressed together in a Sapphic embrace as the two of them kissed with intense passion beneath the spray. Hands wandered and squeezed supple flesh as their moans echoed from the walls.
An imaginary Kitty in the next stall worked a finger between her folds to focus on the nub at the apex of her sex. She alternated pinching each small pink nipple. A look of pure bliss adorned her face.
A fantasy Rogue in the next stall affixed a dildo to the wall via the suction cup molded into its base. The Southern belle groped her voluminous tits, flesh spilling around her hands as she fondled. Finally she leaned forward and eased herself backward, slowly enveloping the entire length of the false phallus, a look of intense concentration on her face as the haze of pleasure descended.
Ugh, I can’t take this anymore! the young man lamented as all the sexual frustration of the last thirty days crashed over him all at once, overwhelming as a tsunami. Bobby wrapped his hand around his engorged member, preparing to stroke himself. If I don’t get some relief, I think my goddamn balls will explode. This’ll take a half-dozen strokes at most…
When he tried to start stroking, though, Bobby found his arm and hand paralyzed, unresponsive.
“Now, now… do you really want to do that? It’d be like quitting a marathon once the finish line was in sight,” admonished the lilting voice of one Jean Grey. “I can’t let you do that.”
Bobby yelped and looked around, intent on locating the source of the voice before realizing the communication was telepathic. “Holy shit, you scared the piss outta me,” he addressed the seemingly-empty air. “Okay, not literally, but jeez!” He sighed. “I guess I shoulda expected you, huh?”
A soft giggle tickled his eardrum. “You were thinking rather… loudly,” the disembodied voice answered. “Ever since you lost your bet. Jubilee, too. It’s been… distracting, to say the least.”
“At least she can do something about it,” grumbled the young man.
“Every night,” Jean confirmed. “Oops… don’t tell her I told you that.”
Something about the way she’d said it brought a rakish grin to Bobby’s face. “Have you been eavesdropping?” he asked.
“Not intentionally! Lately, Jubilee’s… well, she’s been the mental equivalent of a screamer,” the telepath replied, a bit sheepishly.
“Uh-huh. As awesome as that sounds to me, that must be annoying to you.” Bobby frowned. “If we’re gonna chat, is there some way I could see you? It feels weird talking to the air.”
“Sure. I can create a figment, a projection, for you to interact with. It’s a little complicated, but it’s good practice for me. What I need you to do is imagine me in an outfit – one you’ve seen me in or would like to,” Jean instructed. “My ‘birthday suit’ doesn’t count,” she added tersely.
“Damn. C’mon, I won’t tell anyone,” he pleaded.
“When you’ve got something, close your eyes and picture it,” continued the redhead, pointedly ignoring his plea.
Bobby complied and waited.
“Now… open them.”
When he did so, the young man’s jaw promptly dropped. In the shower stall with him stood an apparition of Jean, dressed as Jessica Rabbit – long lavender opera gloves on her hands, sparkly sequined crimson dress clinging to her curves, and scarlet heels that tautened her incredibly long legs. Her luxurious red locks covered the right side of her face, obscuring the eye and cheek but leaving the luscious red lips fully on display. All the red provided a potent contrast with her fair skin, exposed by the hip-high slit, backless design, and gravity-defying strapless neckline which barely contained her generous 34D breasts, which seemed on the verge of falling out if she so much as breathed.
Jean looked down at herself. “Interesting choice,” she remarked. “I’ll have to do this for Halloween.” Her visible eye, emerald iris framed by lavender eye shadow, met Bobby’s stunned gaze. She drew her face into the iconic pout and struck a pose, breathing, “I’m not bad; I’m just drawn this way.”
Still gawking, Bobby managed, “I thought you were trying to stop me from getting my rocks off.”
The redhead giggled. “I guess that was a little mean, huh?” More seriously, she glowered at him, her five-foot-eleven frame (before whatever the heels added) letting her loom over him. “How did you know my bra measurement?”
“Um, Tabby told me.”
Jean pursed her lips. “Of course. I’ll have to get that bitch back somehow…”
Bobby sighed. Not wanting to get involved with the brewing feud between blonde and redhead, he asked instead, “What is it you were saying about Jubilee?”
“Right. I know about your bet, but what’s her deal? Why is Jubilee so frustrated?” Jean asked with a puzzled expression.
“We haven’t hung out much since I went on lockdown,” explained Bobby. “Just being around her is a tease for me, especially now that we’ve fooled around a bit. I think the same’s true for her; she even offered to get me off while I can’t do for myself.”
The redhead frowned. “That sounds like cheating.” Her visible eye swept up and down his body, lingering just a bit too long below the waist, triggering Bobby to belatedly cover himself. “I can understand why she’d make the offer, though. Woof.”
Bobby couldn’t help but laugh at the surreality of this conversation. “I’m naked in the shower, talking to a figment of my imagination that looks like Jean Grey dressed as Jessica Rabbit, who just scoped out my junk,” he thought aloud. Since this was a telepathic conversation, there wasn’t any internal monologue, which may be contributing, Bobby realized, to Jean acting a bit unusual.
“That’s exactly right,” she told him. “I’m more – what’s the best word? – unfiltered at the moment. I might be fairly buttoned-up, but ‘even accountants have imaginations,’” she quoted Eva Green’s character from Casino Royale.
Chuckling still, Bobby just shook his head. “You’ll forgive me, then, if I occasionally ‘imagine’ that dress on the floor,” he teased.
“Only as long as I can’t hear it,” Jean replied with a smirk. “I hope, though, that once your time’s up, you’ll have other girls to focus on. Maybe the other girl living here whose name starts with J?”
“You’re encouraging me to hook up with Jubes?” Bobby asked, incredulous.
Jean shrugged, which made her tits do some interesting things. “I’m encouraging you to stop dancing around in limbo with her, whether that means dating or FWB or letting her down already. Just stop keeping each other in this… friend-zone, for lack of a better word… already.” She smiled encouragingly.
The figment’s visible eye widened suddenly. “Oh! A stall just opened up, so now it’s my turn to shower. Stay strong for just a few more days, okay? Gotta run!” The word-thoughts tumbled from her kiss-worthy lips in a torrent before she vanished.
Bobby laughed to himself and finished bathing quickly. With Jean’s exhortation ringing in his hears, he thought he could make the final push to May 5. This encounter, at least, would not be soon forgotten.
Meanwhile, in the women’s shower, Jean tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore the barely-restrained noises coming from Jubilee’s stall as she activated her own faucet. The telepath could sense the palpable anticipation from the other girl, both short-term for her impending orgasm and medium-term for the conclusion of her wager with Bobby. The redhead smiled at the swirl of emotions undergirding the recently-returned California girl’s lust, but now she also had a better understanding for the lust itself.
Licking her lips, Jean eyed the detachable shower head and wondered if a telepath thinking about someone other than her boyfriend while pleasuring herself constituted cheating.
*****
On the morning of May 5, a month after Bobby formally lost the bet regarding the results of the NCAA tournament, the young man awoke with a feeling of freedom and relief. The first thing he did was give himself a quickie – six strokes and a huge mess. As he cleaned up, though, he realized that it’d take several more sessions to fully release all the pent-up frustration brought on by a whole month of total celibacy.
The second thing he did was notice a text from Jubilee on his phone: “Jean told me you lasted the month. Congrats! Let’s celebrate!”
Bobby chuckled, thinking of some ways he’d like to “celebrate” with Jubilee. “What did you have in mind?” he replied.
Jubilee: “Pool okay? I got a new swimsuit to show you. ;)”
Bobby: “Meet you there after school?”
Jubilee: “Sure thing.”
In her room, the young woman giggled. “I know you’re gonna love what you’re about to see,” she addressed him aloud. Jubilee strolled over to her dresser and found the swimsuit she’d bought the previous week for just this occasion and purpose.
*****
Later that afternoon, Jubilee strolled down to the pool, a broad grin of anticipation on her face, her flip-flops popping with each step. Butterflies seemed to riot in her stomach. She felt fairly certain that Bobby would enjoy the little surprise she had planned, but doubt still nagged: What if he doesn’t?
Already waiting beside the pool in plain green trunks and a gray shirt, Bobby beamed on seeing Jubilee walking toward him. She wore a hot-pink sundress with narrow straps over her shoulders and sleek-looking yellow-rimmed shades. Additionally, he noted a thin black string that looped behind her neck, bringing to mind Jubilee’s earlier text. Given the way things had gone for him over the last month, he should’ve expected something a little sexy. “Hey you,” he greeted her.
“Hey, yourself,” she replied. “Good job lasting a whole month, dude. I don’t think I could’ve made it.” She pulled her dark hair up into a ponytail.
Bobby shrugged. “There were some close calls,” he admitted, “but, in the end, it became a sort of test of will, a self-discipline challenge.” He chuckled and pulled off his shirt. “I wouldn’t do it again, though.”
Jubilee giggled and eyed the young man’s buff physique. Pecs, arms, abs – unf, she drooled inwardly. Licking her lips, she reached up to pull the straps of her sundress off her shoulders seductively. “Ready for your surprise?” she purred.
“Lay it on me, Jubes,” Bobby answered with a grin.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when her sundress dropped from her body. What Jubilee wore could be generously described as a bikini and more accurately described as three triangles of yellow fabric suspended on lengths of black string. Her nipples and groin were the only things covered, and those just barely.
Jubilee, her cheeks aflame, spun slowly so Bobby could look his fill. She’d known when she bought it that this absurdly-skimpy bikini showed practically all of her, and she’d never shown so much skin in public before. She could feel his eyes on her back and legs and especially ass. When she finished her turn, she noticed her nipples pointing through the fabric.
“Hot damn, Jubes,” Bobby breathed, picking his jaw up off the ground. “If I hadn’t taken care of things this morning, I’d have a mess in my shorts just now.”
The nearly-naked young woman preened. “That’s the effect I was hoping for.” She gestured at his shorts. “Bottle of sunscreen in there, or do you like what you see?”
Bobby just grinned and produced a bottle of sunscreen from one of the side pockets of his trunks. “Can I get your back?”
“Only if I can get yours,” she replied as she sauntered over to him.
Soon Bobby’s sunscreen-covered hands were sliding over Jubilee’s skin, starting with the shoulders and moving down along the spine. Brazenly his hands slipped lower and lower. Jubilee gasped when he cupped the round hemispheres of her butt, and she ground herself against him gently to show her approval.
“Excuse you,” she teased. “I didn’t ask you to do that.”
“Sorry not sorry. I can stop if it really bothers you,” he offered, giving her a squeeze.
Jubilee sighed. “It doesn’t, but I need to do you.” She pulled away and maneuvered behind him.
Bobby chuckled at her phrasing. Before he could say anything, though, her hands began rubbing along the back of his neck. The spreading of the sunscreen felt somewhat like a massage to the young man, especially as she worked down his back. I hope she’s enjoying doing this as much as I did while working on her.
Jubilee tried to focus on applying sunscreen and suppressing the urge to wrap her arms around him and press herself close, skin to skin. Earlier, she’d drooled over the front, but the back was no less muscular and no less delicious. I hope he’s enjoying this as much as I did; too bad I can’t cop a feel the same way, she lamented.
“Much as I love having your hands on me, I should probably get the rest,” suggested Bobby, “so you can too.”
Jubilee agreed, and the two teens spread out enough to stay out of each other’s way. Both found themselves wishing they’d instead chosen to continue slathering sunscreen on each other – Jubilee so she could stroke Bobby’s firm pecs and abs and Bobby so he could caress Jubilee’s toned legs and core. They snuck frequent glances at each other, admiring the way the other’s skin began to gleam in the afternoon sun.
Once finished, Bobby pushed another pool chair over so he and Jubilee could sit closer to each other. Jubilee cued up a music app on her smartphone for one of her multitude of classic-rock stations; the one she chose began with Van Halen’s “Beautiful Girls.” She flattened her chair and stretched out on her stomach, her legs curled up and kicking back and forth placidly. Bobby reclined beside her and enjoyed the view of Jubilee’s essentially-bare back and rear.
Over the next hour or so, they lounged beside the pool with a stream of rock hits from a bygone era playing in the background. They chatted excitedly about the epic Spurs-Clippers series that just concluded the first round of the playoffs and speculated on the already-begun second round, which they planned to start watching together. Incrementally they scooted closer and closer, until their faces were mere inches apart.
Bobby surprised Jubilee by initiating contact – not that she minded. Their kiss began hungrily, needily, and only escalated from there. Their tongues tangled and pushed and nuzzled as all the months of anticipation, of longing, poured forth at once.
Several minutes later, they finally parted to gather their breath, short gasps all they could manage. They both beamed ear to ear. Foreigner’s “Feels Like the First Time” filled the air with its signature guitar riff and vocals. At some point, their hands had nestled together, their fingers intertwining.
“Question, Jubes: Where’s this going?” Bobby murmured.
“My room,” she answered. “No chance for interruption. We need to rinse off first, though; I don’t want sunscreen all over my sheets.”
Bobby chuckled. “Sure, but… I meant…” He sighed.
Jubilee wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “As far as you want,” she promised.
Bobby’s jaw dropped, and he thought, Did she really just say that? Aloud, all he could manage was, “Huh?”
“Confession: I kinda wanted to lose the bet,” admitted Jubilee with a sheepish grin. “I didn’t think you’d last the whole month, either, so that’s why I made that offer.”
The young man chuckled. “I don’t know how I survived, honestly, especially after some of the weirdly sexy things that happened.”
“Like Amara and Tabby flashing you?” asked the young woman.
Blinking, Bobby asked, “How’d you know…?”
Jubilee grinned guiltily. “I may have convinced them it’d be fun to tease you.”
Bobby clenched his jaw. “And… Kitty?”
“Yup.”
“Rogue?”
Jubilee shrugged. “She said she’d think about it.”
“Danielle?”
“Okay, that one wasn’t planned. I had nothing to do with it, honest,” answered Jubilee. With a grin, she added, “Lucky guy.”
Bobby shook his head. “You bitch. You evil bitch.”
“Guilty as charged,” she admitted faux-innocently. “Gonna punish me?”
“I should make you go without masturbating for a month,” grumbled Bobby good-naturedly.
Jubilee leaned over to whisper in his ear, deciding to take the direct approach: “How about you just make me your bitch instead?”
Bobby shuddered at Jubilee’s words. He murmured back, “I’ve wanted you for a while, so… hell yeah, I’ll fuck you.”
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A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter - I know I did! I said in my AN last chapter that there'd be this chapter and one or two more; I wasn't sure how long or in-depth Jean's scene would run. I still can't say if there'll be one or two more chapters, though, since I'm working on the sex scene now and don't know how long that'll be. If it's not too long, the next chapter will be the last; if the sex scene's long enough to be its own chapter, then there'll be one more after it to wrap things up. Clear as mud? :P
Also, the image that inspired Jubilee's bikini: http://salestores.com/stores/images/images_747/C201B.jpg
As always, I welcome feedback on this story via rating, reviewing, PMing on the forums or joining the discussion thread (link in 1st chapter AN).
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