Hanging By A Moment

Hanging By A Moment
Chapter 9: Breakfast Recollections

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Upon getting out of bed, Jean took a nice long shower to help wake her up and sooth some of the overly exerted muscles that she had used to great effect last night with Scott. In her purse, she kept her daily vitamin and birth control pill as well as a small sample of her favorite shampoo so that she could still do her normal morning routine. However, she found herself spending far less time washing herself in the shower and far more time simply letting the hot water relax her body and sooth her skin. Not only was she tired from last night, but she still had to contend with classes beginning tomorrow and she had learned to always relish the brief times when the stress of school and home wasn’t affecting her in any way.

While Jean showered, Scott cooked up some pancakes for the both of them. Being that it was Sunday and this was the meal his foster mother always prepared come hell or high water, he decided to keep with tradition for a small sense of home that he still somewhat yearned for. While there was still much about Bayville he hadn’t explored, Jean had definitely made it a wonderful place to be as it is and couldn’t help but smile at the notion of living near her and being around her in school.

After Jean got out of the shower, she put on the soft bathrobe that Scott had generously lent her. And as she took her time to dry her hair, she could already smell the pancakes nearing completion in the kitchen. It had been a while since she had a home cooked breakfast and she had to admit, it was still somewhat amazing that she had met a guy with some decent culinary skills. Finding a good lover that could satisfy and please like no one else was one thing…But finding one that could also cook was another thing all together. The thought alone made her smile, feeling as though she truly had found someone unique and worth getting to know.

“Mmm…Smells good Scott,” said Jean as she stepped out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen.

“Thanks, I didn’t know if you liked chocolate chip or blueberry, so I just made them plain,” said Scott as he finished up the last batch.

“Plain’s fine,” said Jean with a laugh, “You sure know how to spoil a girl.”

Scott let out a light laugh as he turned to face the beautiful young woman wearing nothing by the white robe he had given her. Her hair was still somewhat wet, but he had to admit, it just made her look sexy in a whole new way. Jean also couldn’t help but look back at him with a smile as she saw him cooking wearing just a pair of long black cotton pants with no shirt on, showing off his impressive muscles that she had gotten to know so well in their last two nights together.

“Well you’ve been so nice to me since I arrived, I think it’s only fair that you get a decent reward,” he said as Jean sat at the small, two-person table where Scott had already set a place for her to eat.

“Funny…I thought last night was my reward,” she joked as Scott served her a couple of pancakes.

“Well if you see it that way…Consider this a bonus,” he responded as he sat down across from her and poured some syrup and butter on his breakfast along with Jean.

“Generous and kind to a lady…Not bad Mr. Summers,” said Jean as took her first bite, “Mmm…These are pretty good. Another recipe from your mom?”

“Nope,” answered Scott as he took a bite as well, “This is all me…My recipe.”

“Impressive…You amaze me yet again. I like that soldier boy,” said Jean with a grin as she ate more, relishing the opportunity to have a nice breakfast on a Sunday morning for a change.

The two youths continued to eat their breakfast in a comfortable silence as the morning sun slipped in and out of the clouds outside. Tomorrow would mark the beginning of classes and the start of plenty of regular college stresses, but neither Scott nor Jean thought about that a whole lot as they more or less focused on the relaxed feeling of their surroundings. The previous two days had been exciting for the both of them to say the least and there was absolutely no telling where this was going, but such notions did not cross their minds as they engaged in small talk after finishing their light morning meal. Scott asked a bit about the sports teams and clubs while Jean told him some of the places and people to avoid and the best places to buy all the proper necessities for college life.

Scott had to admit, Jean knew quite a bit about handling herself in the rigors of college life. It showed that she was clearly independent in terms of mind and mentality, making her a strong person overall…Which was definitely the kind of woman he found interesting. And as Scott listened, Jean also took note of his attentiveness, showing that he was a good listener…Definitely a step up in her book, for it only served to make him seem more comfortable to be around and talk with.

“And whatever you do…Avoid at all costs the Theta Sigma Pi frat boy assholes that live on campus,” said Jean as she continued her lists of do’s and don’ts at the Academy while he took care of the dishes, “Every guy there is a certifiable jerk off.”

“You know you seem to have a very cynical view towards most male groups Jean,” commented Scott with an amused grin as he poured some soap on the plate, “You almost sound as though all male company here at the Academy are stereotypical pricks.”

“Individual guys are okay…” justified Jean, “It’s when a bunch of guys get together in groups where problems arise. I’ve noticed that if you get into any kind of group where guys are together and interacting, it’s a recipe for making assholes.”

“Well I’m a guy you know…” said Scott, playing with her words somewhat.

“No…You’re a man…Guys and men are very different things,” said Jean, speaking from the views she had developed over the years, “Guys are the creeps I often find rude, disgusting, and just plain mean at times. Men, on the other hand, tend to have their own thoughts and minds.”

“So I guess that means I fit your rigorous standards for being a man instead of a guy?” joked Scott with a grin as he turned back to see the blush on her face.

“Well so far you’ve passed with flying colors Mr. Summers…” she said with a smile, “As long as you steer clear from some of those frats and guy groups, you’ll be okay. I’ve just had a lot of bad experiences with guys in the past. So forgive me if I seem a little cynical.”

“Hey…Wouldn’t put it past you,” said Scott, “But for someone to develop so many pessimistic views about the opposite sex, I would have to say you must have had some rather unpleasant times in terms of a love life.”

Jean just shook her head and laughed as Scott once again flaunted his skilled perceptions. He had shown himself to have a good knack for reading between the lines and not taking anything at face value. She didn’t know if this was a result of his past, his parents, or his extensive military training, but she had to say it was an interesting aspect of him and it made it easier to get a point a across to him so that he could understand it.

“Well, you’d be right about that,” said Jean as Scott turned back to face her as she began to reminisce on how she got to this point in her life where she viewed guys and men in such a unique context, “I’ve kind of stopped using the whole term ‘love life’ when it comes to relationships. After my last boyfriend, I’ve pretty much given up on trying to find ‘true love’ or shit like that. I more or less stick to friendships and casual sex rather than complicating things with all that relationship jazz.”

“Yeah…I can sort of understand that logic,” said Scott as he leaned back against the counter, “After my last serious relationship in high school, I kind of gave up on love like that and pretty much just focused on sex too. But the thing is…I know true love does exist.”

“Really?” said Jean upon hearing a slight contradiction to her views, “How do you know?”

“Because I’ve seen it with my foster parents and with other friends who found it,” said Scott as he thought back to all the times when he saw true love in the classic sense, “I’ve seen how deep and powerful it can be…But I guess I just stopped searching for it on a personal level because I sometimes feel like an exception to the whole thing.”

“Yeah, me too…” said Jean, “I don’t think I’ve really seen it before…Then again I guess all my problems in the past may account for that.”

“Well it’s out there, I know…” said Scott, “I just…Wonder if I’ll ever find it.”

Jean then let out a sigh upon hearing Scott’s words, for it made her feel a little down knowing that she had never seen something as fantastical as true love in all her years that had been wrought with complications. Scott had come from an even more disturbed past in some ways, but he had still gotten to see it somehow. But it was hard for Jean to picture something that she just found so hard to believe.

“At least you know it exists,” said Jean, “I stopped believing in it quite a while ago.”

“Really? When was that? What would cause you to stop believing in the first place?” asked Scott.

Jean knew the story she was about to go into and it was not something she found to be fun to talk about, especially after telling such thins to her girlfriends over the years. But there were worse things out there for her to talk about and she could tell that Scott was definitely curious, so she decided she might as well get it out in the open so at least he knows.

“Well, to answer that I’ll probably have to go into my past relationships,” said Jean somewhat wearily, “Do you really want to hear me talk about this?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to,” assured Scott, showing he was all ears.

“Okay then…” said Jean as she began to tell him how she became a non-believer in true love, “While you already know that I have had sex with a number of guys before, none of them have really been too serious or classified as a ‘relationship.’ However, there have been some guys I have been with that were pretty serious and fairly significant in my life. I’ve already told you about my first boyfriend, Duncan.”

“Ah yes, the star quarterback,” said Scott, the memory still fresh in his mind.

“Yeah, that’s him. He was my first real relationship. We dated for about six months and there were some parts of it that were good and I was still learning the whole logistics of relationships, but now that I look back on it…It was a really poor match up.”

“How so?” asked Scott.

“Well…While he was significant for being my first sexual partner, most of the time we didn’t exactly get along. Moreover, I think it was the ‘idea’ I liked about him rather than the person. You know the whole deal…Star quarterback, insecure girl. I was star struck and I didn’t see him for his flaws or realize just how incompatible we were for each other. Even before we slept together we had so many fights that it was practically doomed from the beginning and our break up probably set a few world records for yelling.”

Scott laughed slightly at that image, but he hid it well so that Jean didn’t notice. Although she could tell he was holding back, she decided not to say anything as she continued.

“That first relationship alone was bad enough,” said Jean, “And I kind of spent the months that followed finding myself more in terms of what I want from a guy. It was also a time where I matured more sexually as I kind of discovered what I liked and didn’t like. And that’s what led me to my second boyfriend, Cash Cole.”

“Cash Cole?” said Scott, “That’s a rather odd name.”

“It was a nickname,” said Jean, “But that’s what everybody called him including me. And we ended up in a relationship together, only this one was more stable and we were more compatible in my mind. Or at least I thought we were…”

“What happened?” asked Scott, having a feeling that it couldn’t have been pleasant.

“He cheated on me…While he was drunk and at a party,” said Jean distastefully.

“Ouch…” said Scott as he saw the look on her face.

“Yeah…It sucked,” said Jean, “We really did have some good conversations and we really did have some good times…But he really was a jerk at heart and he hid that well up until I saw it. And after him I pretty much spent the rest of high school going from one night stand to one night stand. I wasn’t in a relationship, but that didn’t mean I wanted to give up sex.”

“I can understand that…” said Scott with a grin, “I didn’t either in my years in high school.”

“And I was content with that for the most part…Until I got involved with my most serious relationship, Warren Worthington III,” said Jean as she hesitated a bit upon mentioning his name.

“Sounds like a rich man’s name…” commented Scott.

“It is,” answered Jean, “He was my last major relationship and I honestly thought at one point he was the guy I was supposed to be with. I mean…He was very rich, charming, sophisticated, well-educated, and very attractive as well. Add to that, his family was friends with my family so it was nearly a win-win deal in terms of getting them off my back. And we ended up staying together for over a year. We went to expensive places, he bought me expensive gifts, and he also had a powerful libido that he often didn’t show to others…But fully showed me.”

“Sounds like the perfect guy…” mused Scott.

“Yeah…That was the problem,” muttered Jean, “He really was too ‘perfect’ in many ways. I mean…I probably could have set my watch to some of the things this guy did. He lived in the world I wanted to distance myself from. It was a world of pampering, conformity, and submission…Definitely things that I’m not very big on. But we were a part of them and my life was so linear with him. If I had stayed with him…I probably would have been on a set path as one of those classic ‘trophy girls’ that rich men love to parade…And I didn’t want that.”

“Then I guess that means you broke up with him,” said Scott.

“Yeah…But not just for that reason,” said Jean, “We weren’t really compatible in the end. He was a great man and lover, yes, but he’s not the kind of guy I’d be able to have a nice, casual conversation with. He’s not the guy I would go to for advice or to just hang out with like a friend. We disagreed over many things and he could be very stubborn when it came to certain topics and there were just so many problems with the little things…Even more in some ways than they were with Duncan or Cash. I thought it was love…But it turned out to be work. And I think it was then after I chose to break up with him and break free of his control…That I stopped believing in true love. Because if I can’t find it in that stereotypical sense…Then I guess it just doesn’t exist for me…The black sheep of a society that I want little to do with.”

It was a rather disheartening view on her position in life, for it made her seem like such an outcast form the world she was born into. However, Jean couldn’t and wouldn’t go back to such a time as her family had tried to impose on her so many times before…It just wasn’t where she belonged. As for love, being an outcast seemed to carry with it the exclusion from the notions that the world around her romanticized so much. However, despite this, she didn’t seem too unhappy or regretful about this. She had grown into her own person and she was happy with it…Even if there were certain things she just never had any luck with, namely family and love.

“Well that sure sounds like a pessimistic viewpoint,” commented Scott, “But I guess I can understand where you’re coming from. It’s a shame you haven’t really been able to see true love because it’s a comforting thought to know it’s out there.”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t bother me,” said Jean as she leaned back in her chair, “I have enough things to worry about in this crazy world we live in and I guess not having love in there as a concern is a good way to ease the load.”

“Yeah…I guess that’s one way of looking at it,” said Scott, “But can I ask you one more thing?”

“Sure…” replied Jean as she saw a renewed look of seriousness on his face, “What is it?”

“You say you don’t believe in love…But did you believe at one point?”

“Well…Of course I did,” said Jean, “But after so many failed relationships and a rather strained point of view on the matter, I stopped.”

“That I know, but my big question is…When do you think you were closest to it?” he asked, intent on knowing.

Jean took a moment to think about that. Not many people asked her questions like this, but Scott expressed a genuine interest in how she became the person she was. She had been such a mix of excitement and connection for Scott and the more time he spent around her, the more curious he became. Jean normally would have scoffed at the thought of ever being close, but when she thought about it…There were some times when she did in fact believe, but it just seemed like so long ago.

“In all honesty…I always considered Warren to be the one who I felt was closest with,” she finally answered, “Even though every time I look back on our relationship and only see just how mismatched and troubled we were…I think there was some love there…Just not true love. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever felt something like true love in a classic sense and I think it would be impossible for me to feel something like that with a man like Warren.”

“Why is that?” asked Scott.

Jean didn’t have to think too hard about it this time and now that she looked back on it, she couldn’t help but laugh at some aspects of it even though much of her saw it as a somewhat unpleasant relationship for the most part.

“We are just too different Scott…” she said as she shook her head at some of the memories she had of her most serious relationship, “In a way it’s kind of sad that he was my longest lasting, most serious relationship…But I guess I can’t change that. Warren and I honestly just didn’t have a connection…We just didn’t think alike.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” said Scott, speaking from personal experience.

Jean, feeling somewhat more mischievous after their pillow talk earlier, had more reasons other than that and under most circumstances, she wouldn’t have shared them…But for some reason, she felt she was willing to make an exception with this man.

“And it’s not just that…” said Jean as she leaned in towards him with a strange grin on her face that only sparked Scott’s curiosity even further, “Remember how I said that Warren was an attractive man with a very healthy sex drive?”

“Yeah…” said Scott, not knowing where she was going with this.

“Well let’s just say that in addition to our personality mismatch…He also had some rather ‘kinky’ tastes when it came to sex.”

Scott’s eyes widened upon hearing this and couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re kidding!” he said, finding it hard to stop himself from laughing.

“I kid you not soldier boy…That man had some freaky ass ways of getting off,” said Jean as she rolled her eyes at the memory of some of the things he wanted her to do in the bedroom with him.

“Like what?” grinned Scott, eager to know.

Jean didn’t have very fond memories of some of those experiences, mainly because she just wasn’t into that kind of thing. She loved sex and she liked make it interesting every now and then, but there were certain lines she just didn’t cross and Warren just had a way of breaking through them with little regard.

“Well…If you want to know, I guess I’ll tell you,” said Jean as she sat back in her chair and prepared to go over one of the many memories she had of her sex life with Warren, as awkward as it may have been for her, “I’m warning you though…What I’m about to tell you is rather moderate compared to some of the other things he had me do. But one of the most significant times had to have been one that happened about six months into our relationship…And honestly, I think this was the point where I started to question whether or not he was the man I wanted to be with…”

***Flashback***

“Come on Jean! Come out already! I want to see!” said a very eager Warren Worthington III as he stood outside a large walk in closet where Jean was standing in the bedroom of his classy Manhattan apartment.

“Warren…I feel so naked in this thing,” said Jean from behind the closed door, wondering how she had let this man talk her into this, “And it’s really starting to chafe in some areas.”

“Well the sooner you come out, the sooner I can take it off of you…” he said, still excited about what he had planned for him and his girlfriend of the last six months, feeling he was ready to take their relationship to this level.

“Well…Okay,” said Jean, still weary about this, but never the less opening the door and stepping out into the dimly lit bedroom.

As she stepped out the expression on her face seemed a little shy, but the appearance of her body pretty much overshadowed it in Warren’s eyes as he looked at the stunning appearance of the beautiful sexy young redhead standing before him. She was wearing a very revealing, yet very elaborate leather ensemble that Warren had purchased at a ‘special’ store earlier that week. The outfit was something right out of some freaky porno movie. It was in two pieces…One was a very skimpy red thong that looked rather tight and hugged her shapely legs in a very arousing show of flesh along her long, sexy legs. In addition, she also had a very exotic set of pantyhose running up her well toned legs for a further sight of sexiness. And on the top, an elaborate display of purple and red leather was strewn tightly along her upper half, displaying her large, sexy breasts in a tight squeeze that helped enhance her cleavage. It was like a mix between a corset and a dominatrix outfit that someone in a bondage video would wear. It was quite uncomfortable for Jean, but Warren was clearly getting very excited by it as he stood before Jean wearing no shirt and only a pair of tight fitting pants.

“You…Look…Fabulous,” said Warren as he made his way over to her and began to run his hands along the smooth leather that covered her sexy body.

“I’m glad you think so…Because otherwise I’d never put something like this on,” said Jean as she used Warren’s sensual touch to help block out the discomfort.

“Well I’m glad you tried it on…It wouldn’t look good without you,” he said as his hands moved down towards her tight butt, which was clearly exposed from the thong.

“I was hoping to just skip the uncomfortable part and come out naked though…” said Jean, letting out a brief moan as he gave her butt a light squeeze.

“Don’t worry…You will be soon enough,” said Warren in a deep, husky tone as he started to trail rough kisses around her neck and shoulder, “But for now…Let’s just have a little fun with this…”

Although wearing this uncomfortable getup wasn’t Jean’s idea of ‘fun,’ she was enjoying the increasing arousal from Warren as he started to run his hands along her body and hug him closer, grinding his hard erection on her in the process. Jean responded by running her hands all along the rough contours of his well built body, taking time to play with some of his long blonde hair as well.

While the leather outfit had been a little hard for Jean to get into, Warren seemed to have no problem undoing some of the latches to loosen it up a bit. He seemed to grow only more excited as he undid the small metal latches that gave the garment its tightness and peeled it off like an eager child on Christmas morning. Jean was quick to assist him in removing the upper part as her breasts finally broke free from their confinement and Warren cupped them in his hands and started rubbing and massaging them. Jean felt a little better as the leather corset fell to the floor and her upper half was now completely exposed to Warren’s aroused hands. He seemed to go at it with greater intensity as a result of the effects from the garment Jean had been wearing, which almost made it seem worth the discomfort to Jean if it could get him this into it.

Warren’s kisses and touches grew more aggressive as his fondled Jean’s breasts to his content and gave her a new round of sloppy kisses along her face. He was definitely enjoying the effects the outfit had on him and Jean was nearly shocked in some ways at just how excited and eager it got him as he roughly ran his hands along her breasts and all over the rest of her sexy upper body that she kept in such good shape.

The bulge in Warren’s pants was still grinding rather roughly against her and Jean could tell that his member was yearning to be free from its confines. Deciding to take the initiative, Jean undid the fly and gave the tight fitting black denim pants a tug. It was a bit difficult at first because of the large bulge of the young man’s erection, but after a few attempts, she managed to get them off, exposing his stiff cock to her.

Then, Warren managed to remove his hands from her breasts long enough to allow Jean to drop to her knees so that she was then face to face with his hard dick. As he then ran his hands through her long red hair, he brought her head closer to his hard on, indicating that he desperately wanted her to suck it. However, she hesitated slightly despite his insistence and chose to simply take the stiff member in her hand and stroke it somewhat. But Warren’s impatience got the better of him as he nearly forced her head into contact with his penis.

“Oh yeah…Come on Jean…Suck me,” he urged, his voice brimming with lust and desire, “Suck me good…”

Sensing his impatience, Jean didn’t waste any more time and took his long, hard member into her mouth and gently started to suck on his stiff cock. Warren’s groans filled the room as Jean worked her head back and forth along his length, sucking and pleasing him with each motion.

“Oh that’s it…That’s it,” said Warren as he worked Jean’s head back and forth as his hands firmly gripped her head, “Suck it harder…Suck it faster…Don’t be afraid to use your tongue.”

Jean reciprocated his urges, going faster than she usually did, but keeping with the increasing rhythm that he wanted her to go by. Along the way, she began to work her tongue along the underside of his dick, causing him to moan even more as she brought him closer and closer to coming. Finally, Warren had enough of her oral teasing and wanted to move on to the main course. Quickly, he removed his hands from her head and after a few more teasing lips on the tip of his dick, Jean removed his cock from her mouth and brought herself back up to her feet.

“That was great…” said Warren, “But now…It’s time for the main dish.”

“Finally…” said Jean as she let out another groan when he placed his hands on her breasts once again and gave them a light squeeze, “Come on…Let’s get right down to it!”

“Whatever you say babe.”

Then with his strong arms, Warren lifted Jean up as she jumped him and wrapped her legs firmly around his torso, feeling his hard dick pressing against the skimpy thong that still covered her lower areas. He then dropped her down on the bed and roughly began to ran his hands over her body in a fit of uncontrolled lust. Jean knew he lost himself in the frenzy of passion easier than most other guys she had been with. In fact, in all the times they had been intimate, she had never seen him like this…So engrossed in his desire for sex. She guessed it was mainly due to the rather revealing outfit he had given for her to wear and as uncomfortable it was, it had quite an effect on him.

Warren’s erotic trance drove him beyond his usual sense of control as Jean laid on her back with her legs widely spread. As he sat upright before her, he lifted her sexy legs into the air and sensually removed the long pantyhose that nearly ran all the way up to her butt, kissing the smooth skin that was exposed along the way. And after they were both removed, Jean definitely felt more comfortable since the tight fitting fabric had been rather irritating to her skin and very tight for the most part, but that was the last thing she thought about as Warren ran his lips back up her inner thighs and placed his hands on the side of the last garment between her and total nudity. He didn’t waste time in removing it as he literally ripped it off, exposing Jean’s wet vagina to him.

Upon seeing her fully exposed body laying before him, Warren was driven by the desire fuck her right then and there as he positioned himself in between her spread legs and drove his hard dick into her wet pussy.

“Oh God!” said Jean as she arched her back from the quick entry of his hard dick.

“Yes…So wet…So good,” said Warren as he firmly grabbed her hips and began driving himself in and out of her vagina.

Warren then pressed his weight upon her, driving as deep as he could into her pussy as he pumped at a frenzied rhythm…A rhythm far more vigorous than usual. The lust of the little game with the outfit had triggered the sexual beast within him as he thrust wildly in and out of Jean with his dick, listening to her loud moans echo through the room. As he began grunting with each thrust, Warren felt himself nearing his climax. He increased the pace even more and began to let out a loud moan of pleasure as he felt the hot interior of Jean’s pussy around his dick.

“Oh fuck yeah!” he yelled as he delivered one last thrust, triggering a powerful release into the young redhead’s vagina.

“I’m coming!” moaned Jean as she soon followed with an orgasm of her own.

They both took a brief moment to catch their breath as sweat now consumed their bodies, but Warren wasn’t done yet. Grabbing her waist, he flipped Jean over so that she was now on her hands and knees. Her pussy was still dripping with his come and her feminine juices, but his desire to have her again drove Warren to insert his dick into her again as he began to hump her once more.

“Oh yes Jean…Again…Again,” he urged.

Jean could only moan in the process, having not fully recovered from her last orgasm as Warren started pumping her vagina again for another round of fucking. Like before, he quickly worked his way up to a frenzied rhythm…But this time he added something else. Along with certain thrusts, Warren gave Jean’s well shaped as a little spank, causing her to yelp out in surprise at the sudden blow, but it didn’t stop the sex. After a few more pumps, he did it again…This time even harder. Jean let out another high pitched scream, driving him to do it more with increasing rigor. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure that Jean was not used to, but Warren kept doing it in his impassioned humping.

“Yeah…That’s it…You’re a bad girl,” grinned Warren in a deep sensual tone as he gave her one last hard spank as he came again in her pussy.

Jean also came, but it felt strange because of the soreness on her backside. Once again, she took a moment to recover as she and Warren were now sweating profusely, but there was one last thing Warren wanted to do before his energy ran out. Then, to Jean’s surprise…His penis was removed from her pussy and was now rubbing against her anus.

“Warren…What are you…” she gasped, not expecting him to do this, but it looked as though he was already set on doing it.

“Just trying something new…” said Warren as he began to spread her butt cheeks out.

“Wait…I haven’t done it…Back there yet,” gasped Jean, not wanting to do this, thinking it would hurt.

“Don’t worry…I’ll go slow,” assured Warren, “Just relax and try to enjoy it.”

Placing her trust in Warren, Jean gritted her teeth as she felt him slowly work his dick into her ass. Having never had this kind of sex before, it was quite painful with each inch Warren slid deeper and deeper into her. But Warren seemed to be enjoying it immensely, loving the tight feeling around his dick. Slowly he kept going, but the pain didn’t cease for Jean. After what seemed like forever, he finally stopped and Jean took a gasp of air. Then, Warren slowly worked his way back out and began to move his dick in a rhythm. It wasn’t nearly as fast as it was when he fucked her pussy, but it was still a steady pace. It still hurt for Jean, though it did lessen somewhat. Her groans of pain were overshadowed by Warren’s moans of pleasure as he continued to enjoy the feeling.

His grip on her ass tightened as he once again found himself coming close to one last orgasm. This one was building to be his biggest yet as he gritted his teeth in anticipation for the rush as his dick began to throb inside her ass, causing more discomfort for Jean, but augmenting his final push for the greatest possible pleasure.

“Oh I’m cumming!” yelled Warren as he made one last thrust, spilling his entire load into her ass.

Jean let out one last groan as she felt his liquid in her butt. Warren then removed himself from her and collapsed beside her. Her butt was now throbbing from both the spankings and the anal sex as she collapsed beside him. This sex session had been different from any of their previous romps, some good and some bad. But either way, it had been strange for Jean. Warren however, had never looked more satisfied.

“That…Was…Awesome,” he said short of breath as he looked back over at the tired young woman laying beside him.

“It was…Different,” said Jean, “But still good.”

“I’m sorry if it hurt…” said Warren as he wrapped her hands around here and gently rubbed her sore butt, “But you just do crazy things to me Jean. I promise you though…I’ll make sure each time gets better.”

“Thanks…That’s sweet of you,” said Jean, on the verge of passing out, hoping he was right, but trusting that he would never do anything to truly hurt her.

“You’re welcome,” he said as he gave her one last kiss, “Now you need to sleep. We’ll talk about this more later.”

It wasn’t long before Jean was drifting off to sleep, for she was tired and parts of her were still hurting. Usually, Warren was very passionate when it came to sex…But this that passion had turned to a strange form of passion that Jean was not at all familiar with. It was somewhat uncomfortable to her, but she was hopeful that it would get better with time…Although in the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but ponder the new uncertainties she felt about this man and just how compatible they were now that he had shown his more ‘unusual’ side.

***End Flashback***

“And that’s how it all started…” said Jean as he let out a sigh upon finishing her story.

“Man…” said Scott wide eyed as he looked back at the expression on Jean’s face, “That sounds…Uncomfortable.”

“It was,” said Jean, “And I think…That’s when things really started going downhill in our relationship and I began to doubt if I was really in love with him. But we both still managed to make it last for another eight months.”

“And did the antics get any better?” asked Scott.

“Not really…” said Jean with a slight laugh, “Some of it I got used to and some of it actually did have an affect on how I go about sex…But most of it just didn’t feel like me. Like I said before, I have my own style of lovemaking. And Warren’s style was just…Way too kinky for me. And after he started to use hand cuffs, whips, and even MORE uncomfortable outfits…That was it for me.”

Scott tried not to laugh at that, but he did a poor job of it, earning him a rather snide look from Jean.

“Well if it makes you feel any better…I’m not into that kind of thing,” assured Scott, “I have my own style as well and kinkiness like that…Isn’t really a part of it.”

“I know…I kind of surmised that from what I’ve experienced so far,” said Jean with a grin, “And I’m glad because your style seems so much like my own and it just…Works better in almost every way.”

“Yeah, it most certainly does…” said Scott.

A brief silence then fell over them. However, this silence was more comfortable than others had been. The tension of their initial meeting and the first parts of their date last night now seemed like a distant memory and such comfort in the presence of another was definitely something to be relished, for it was really a hard thing to come by for the both of them.

As Jean thought about everything she had learned about this young man thus far, something else came to her mind that she was still curious about. They had connected so well with each other so quickly and in many ways it was almost overwhelming to the both of them. Yet it felt good…It felt comfortable. And there was still so much more that she wanted to know about him.

“Scott…Can I ask you something else?” she said, breaking the silence.

“Sure, what is it?” asked Scott.

“Well…I’ve told you when I stopped believing in true love, but you also said that you stopped believing at one point as well. So what caused you to stop?” she asked.

Scott thought about that for a moment. He had a feeling he would have to answer this question, but he didn’t exactly know how he would do it. He may have known that love does exist in the world, but after having lost so much in his life he had come to believe that it didn’t exist for him. Sure he saw it with his foster parents and in other instances, but he just didn’t know if it pertained to him personally. After last night, he had been thinking about it a lot, but he chose not to say anything out of fear that Jean would find it uncomfortable or merely scoff at the notion. And he had his reasons for thinking this way, but until now he hadn’t really been open with himself about it. Yet it wasn’t something he found too difficult to talk about…Just unpleasant. But Jean had told him her reasons, so the least he could do was tell her his as well.

“Well…” said Scott as he took a deep breath, “Like you, I’ve been in my share of flings with women, but only three really ever classified as real relationships. The first one being Taryn.”

“Yeah, you’re first time…” grinned Jean as she remembered how he had told her earlier about it.

“Yeah, that’s true…She was my first time and she was definitely a significant person in my teen years,” said Scott, “You see…After the Howletts adopted me, I was pretty shy and reserved. I was always kind of uncomfortable being in crowds, interacting with others, and things like that.”

“Yeah…I know the feeling,” said Jean, referring to how she was after she got out of the mental hospital that she was forced to stay in after the trauma of her best friend Annie’s death had reeked havoc on her.

“Yeah, and it definitely took a while for me to come out of my shell,” continued Scott, “But after years of help, love, and support from Logan, Ororo, and Sarah…I finally managed to learn what I needed to learn and I became somewhat less introverted. But as soon as I got to high school…I was met with some ‘unexpected’ developments.”

“Really? What kind of developments?” asked Jean, curious by the way he had said it.

“Well…Being introverted so much in school and spending a lot of time kind of doing my own thing kind of made me feel under confident about myself,” explained Scott, “But when I got to high school…Weight lifting, working in my dad’s auto shop, and sports had really helped me fill out physically.”

“Can’t say that surprises me too much…” said Jean with a grin as she gave his strong bicep a squeeze.

Scott just shook his head and laughed at her playfulness as he continued, but he was a bit more comfortable now upon seeing Jean’s sense of humor about the whole thing.

“Well it sure as hell surprised me,” he said with another laugh, “I went from being just another nameless face in the crowd to a guy who had girls actually flirting with him. At first I honestly didn’t know how to handle it, but thanks to all the knowledge my parents had given me and advice from my sister, I managed to handle it fairly well after a little trial and error. And that’s kind of how Taryn and I hooked up. She was in many ways my first insight to the nature of relationships and sex so I learned a lot from her even after we broke up.”

“Ah yes, the break up…” said Jean, knowing from experience that it was usually difficult on the first relationship, “How did that go?”

“Well…It could have been worse,” said Scott, “Trayn was a really fun girl to be around…But many times she was just too fun. She wouldn’t take certain things seriously and we just weren’t very compatible. Add to that…She was a real free spirit and kind of flirted with other guys when she thought I wasn’t looking.”

Jean suppressed a laugh, but didn’t do a very good job of it and Scott could tell as he shook his head and grinned.

“But eventually we broke up on fairly decent terms,” said Scott, “I knew she wanted to see other guys, so I let her go. She had already given me a lot. She was my first relationship, my first sexual partner, and my first personal insight to women. And from that relationship, I went through sort of a growth phase, developing into my own person and refining who I am. I matured in terms of sexuality, personality, and individuality and for the most part it’s kind of how I ended up the guy I am today. But even though I had a number of sexual flings after Taryn, that didn’t mean I wasn’t willing to try another relationship. And that led me to my second girlfriend…Candy Southerner.”

“Candy Southerner?” repeated Jean, “Is that a nickname?”

“Nope…That’s her real name,” replied Scott, “I was just as surprised as you when I found out.”

“Weird…That means we both dated people with odd names at one point in high school,” said Jean, finding it to be a strange coincidence.

“I know…” said Scott with a laugh, “But Candy was a really sweet girl. She was polite, kind, and an overall nice person to be around. She was like the sweet innocent girl you see in movies and she was a nice person to have a conversation with. But the thing is…She was just too nice.”

“Too nice?” asked Jean, “How so?”

“Too nice as in…Annoyingly too nice,” replied Scott.

“Oh…I see now,” said Jean as she pieced together what he meant.

“She wasn’t exactly the most exciting person too be around,” said Scott, “And conversations and discussions got mundane after a while. She just never really liked too try new things. Looking back on it, pretty much all our dates were the same and she always wanted to talk about the same things. Her tastes for sex also weren’t much like mine either. While I wouldn’t say she was prude, she just did the same things too many times and didn’t put a lot of passion into it towards the end. Eventually, I think we got bored with each other and realized that we just weren’t compatible…So we broke up.”

“Well at least it wasn’t as bad as my second relationship,” said Jean.

“Yeah, I guess so…But Candy didn’t really get me to question love much during our relationship,” said Scott as he continued, “And in the months that followed, that didn’t change much as I started going from fling to fling again. But it was my third relationship where my views on love were affected most. And in addition to being my last…It also happened to be my most serious and long lasting relationship. And her name was Emma Frost.”

“Emma Frost huh?” said Jean as she saw the somewhat mixed look on his face that seemed more like bewilderment than anything else, “What was she like?”

“She…Was the kind of girl that any stereotypical guy would look at and just stare,” said Scott as he recalled this most fateful of relationships, “On a scale of one to ten…She was definitely a total ten. She was practically built like a porn star…Or a chick you would see on Baywatch. She had long blonde hair, great skin tone, and breasts that everybody thought had to be fake. Add to that…She was also the middle child of a fairly rich family that had moved to the Buffalo area from Boston.”

“Sounds kind of snobby,” commented Jean.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought at first too when I saw her,” said Scott, “And yeah…She was in some ways, but not as much as you would think.”

“Sounds kind of like Warren,” said Jean, finding it uncanny just how similar some of their relationships were.

Scott shook his head and grinned as he thought about that, but he had to admit it wasn’t very far from the truth.

“Yeah, I guess she was to some extent,” said Scott, “But she was different in so many other ways as well. She may have had the perfect body in the eyes of nearly every guy in my school, but she was somewhat of a mystery to most people. I knew as well as most everybody else did that she was sexually active and a very independent woman…But I thought she was kind out of my league and would never want to hook up with a guy like me.”

“Aw…Come on now Scotty,” grinned Jean playfully, “You shouldn’t think stuff like that.”

“It’s just my nature I guess…Comes with being so shy growing up,” said Scott, “That’s why I was completely flabbergasted when she started talking to me…And flirting with me. I mean…She had guys everywhere hitting on her and she could have had any one of them from the star quarterback to class president…But she chose me.”

“Must have done wonders for that confidence of yours though,” smirked Jean.

“Well to be fair, it just plain bewildered me more than anything else,” said Scott, “I didn’t expect for her to be attracted to me…But she was. Apparently she heard about me from Taryn, who she had become good friends with, and she ended up asking me out on a date. Right after that, I think every guy started looking at me funny.”

“Probably jealousy,” said Jean, “I’ve found that guys can be just as jealous as girls when it comes to people who have something they want.”

“I most certainly wouldn’t argue that,” replied Scott, “It was almost as if I was dating a movie star or a pop singer at one point because of the gossip that came of it. And to be honest, it made me a little uncomfortable at first, but after our first date…All discomfort was set aside once I got to know her.”

“So I take it the date went well,” surmised Jean.

“Yeah, it did…As surprising as it was, the date went better than I could’ve ever anticipated,” said Scott as he thought about that fateful night, “She wasn’t the stereotypical blonde. She was a smart girl and very tough and independent…Kind of like you, only she didn’t play sports or lift as many weights.”

Jean blushed at that, but allowed Scott to continue on.

“We really connected after that first date and I knew it was going to grow into a relationship. She may have come from an entirely different world and had many different views, but there was still a connection there. And I think that’s when I felt closest to true love.”

“Really? How close would you say it was?” asked Jean.

“Pretty close,” said Scott, although there was a noticeable amount of uncertainty in his tone, “As beautiful as she was physically and as nice as she was on a personal level, she was just so much an enigma. She had her own world that she never did quite share with me, but she did let me be a part of it. I wasn’t sure if it was love or just plain yearning to know things I couldn’t know…But it was definitely something. I think I knew for certain that it was more than a just a fling for the both of us that first night we had sex.”

“Ooh…Do tell,” said Jean with a sultry grin, eager for the details.

Scott just laughed as he looked back at the beautiful redhead. She seemed so comfortable talking about sex and personality. It was strange in a sense for him, but he had to admit he enjoyed it, for it was definitely nice to have someone to talk to who would truly listen and not take everything too seriously.

“Well, it started off after our first date when she brought me to her nice, upper class home…”

***Flashback***

Emma Frost led Scott up through the halls of the nice, upscale house that she had just moved into a little over a year ago. What had been in many ways a spontaneous casual date that had been sparked by Emma’s initiative had turned into an all out scene of lust and desire. And after this one simple outing…They had both managed to connect in a way that made it seem more than just another sexual fling. They actually enjoyed each other’s company. Despite their differences in background and personality, they had found something in being around each other to relish. Now, that personal attraction of character mixed with the heightened physical attraction they both felt and it was all beginning to culminate as the young blonde led Scott into her room and flicked on the dim lights she had set for just such an occasion. She then drew him into a deep, sensual kiss, which helped to heighten their mutual sexual arousal. Scott’s hands were soft yet firm while she fought the urge to simply go crazy and caress each and every well toned muscle in his thoroughly built body.

“Mmm…I had a wonderful time with you Scott,” she said in a deep, sexy tone, “You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve actually gone out with someone who I can hold a decent conversation with.”

“I had a good time too,” said Scott as he watched the sexual movements of her body and took in her strong scent of arousal, “You’re a very…Interesting young woman.”

“Why thank you,” she smiled, “But now…I think it’s time we make this night perfect.”

The subtle, yet obvious sexual sub tone in her voice and body movements made it clear as to what she was referring to and it made Scott’s throat go as dry as a desert. Was she really as attracted to him as he was to her? Was she really this much of an enigma? Scott had no capacity to answer these questions as the thought of having sex with such an attractive woman clouded most of the rational parts of his brain.

“Taryn told me a little about your…Special skills,” she said with a sultry smile, “She says you’re quite the lover…”

“Well uh…” stammered Scott, “She may have been exaggerating a bit.”

“Oh don’t be so modest,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and inhaled his deep, manly scent, “I also talked to some of the other women who you’ve gone to satisfy your carnal desires with…And they seem to be in agreement.”

“Comes with knowledge and experience I guess,” grinned Scott as he lowered his hands towards her hips and gave them a sensuous squeeze, further heightening her desire.

“Hmm…I like that,” said Emma as she trailed a slow, sensual kiss down his neck, “And as you probably have already surmised…I’ve been with my share of guys.”

“Ah…So it’s true,” he said, as he felt her start to rub her hands up underneath his shirt, feeling his hard muscles underneath.

“Don’t look so shocked,” she said with a light laugh, “Of course I’ve had sex before. When you have a body that’s so well built for it…Why squander such a wonderful gift? And I think we both have that same gift for the sensual in terms of body and skill…So what do you say we use it?”

Scott felt his pants get a little tighter at the mention of them having sex. She seemed so unreal at times with her body and personality…Yet here she was. The sexy look on her face and the rough feeling of her soft hands underneath his shirt was sending the young man into a world of lust and she seemed to pick up on it. Feeling somewhat naughty, she broke out of his embrace and took a step back from him over towards her queen sized bed. Scott was about to follow, but he got the message that he wanted her to stay back…Which he dutifully obeyed much to Emma’s delight.

“You have a great body Scott,” she said as she played with the hem of her tight fitting white halter top, “And I can tell you admire mine. But I don’t think you’ve seen it in its…Full glory.”

Then, much to Scott’s surprise and arousal, the sexy young blonde began to strip right before his very eyes. She smiled and gently swayed her body as she slowly removed her white halter top. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, so once it was off…Her large breasts and sexy upper body were completely exposed. Scott’s jaw nearly fell to the floor at the sight of such wonderful breasts and such a well shaped female body. It was like something out of a porno movie or Playboy. People often joked about whether or not her breasts were real…But now that Scott could see them this closely, he could understand why people would think that. However, Emma wasn’t done yet. While he was still fixated on her breasts, she was already undoing the fly to her tight fitting white jeans. She sensuously wiggled her well shaped hips as she slid them down her sexy legs and stepped out of them, leaving her only in a white thong.

Almost all the blood in Scott’s upper body went south as he saw this sexy blonde woman standing there in only thong underwear, looking so aroused and ready for sex. Clearly, she enjoyed teasing him a bit and she liked how he maintained himself during her little striptease act…Which was something she was not normally able to do because of the usual rush other guys were in to just get it on.

Then slowly, she made her way over to him, swaying her hips back in forth, enticing him even more as she brought him into another deep kiss. Scott began running his hands all along her smooth exposed skin, tickling and touching her in firm, yet smooth strokes. This only made the young woman moan as she started to feel the wetness within her panties. Soon, she managed to get his shirt off and began running her tongue around his sexy upper torso, relishing the feeling of his hard muscles. Her sexy demeanor was so intense yet subtle that Scott almost didn’t know what to make of it…However he didn’t try to analyze at this point as he simply enjoyed the sensual touch of this young sexy woman. His hands began to roam more around her body as he reached into her panties and stroked the soft wetness within, making her moan again in a rather loud burst that only drove her to touch and feel around his body even more. Then, he transferred his hands to her large, sexy breasts and gave them both a gentle squeeze, evoking a soft purr that drove her even wilder as she began to go to work on the fly of his pants. In touching her breasts, Scott quickly surmised that they were real…As hard as it was to believe. But he knew and the fact that this was her natural body only heightened his arousal even more. His soft touches on the large orbs of flesh were a mixture between a tease and a massage, a feat that Emma hadn’t really experienced before, but it drove her even further into a world of sexual excitement.

Then, unable to put it off any longer, she gave his pants a hard tug, sending them down to his ankles so he could step out of them and freeing his throbbing erection. As soon as she saw his hardened dick, Emma looked down at it and smiled.

“Oh my…” she groaned as she traced kisses down his muscular torso and fell to her knees as she took his rock hard dick in her hand and gave it a few gentle strokes, causing Scott to moan slightly, “You certainly have been feeding your dick well. Want me to suck it?”

Scott didn’t respond, somewhat shocked by the bluntness of her words, yet too turned on to care. In the end, he only managed to groan in contentment, which was answer enough for Emma.

“I’ll take that as a yes…” she said as she took a hold of the stiff member in her hand and guided it into her mouth.

In a quick, rhythmic fashion, Emma began fiercely sucking his cock. Scott struggled to control himself, but he found that difficult as he began to moan in pleasure at what she was doing. She didn’t go slow…She went fast. It was not the way Scott was used to, but he managed to adjust himself well enough to take the joy out of it he wanted to. Looking back up at him as she continued licking and sucking him off, Emma could see the look on his face and it drove her to do it more. She began sliding her tongue around the long, thick shaft…Teasing the tip and stroking the base with her hand. It wasn’t long before she began to feel it throb, hinting that he was close to coming. Not wanting to have him come prematurely, she stopped and withdrew his dick from her mouth and trialed her tongue back up his body, once again meeting face to face with him.

“How was that?” she said with a grin as she felt Scott place his hands on her hips and hold her close, feeling his hard penis rub up against her soaked thong.

“Great…” said Scott, for lack of a better word. She had done it so fast and with such rigor that he had nearly been unable to hold himself back, but thankfully he had and he planned to save it for when he was inside her.

“So…” she said with groan as they began exchanging messy kisses once again, “Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you?”

Scott looked back at her sexy body which was now beginning to perspire slightly from the heat of arousal. She was already so eager to just lay her in bed and have sex with him and so was he…But he still wanted to draw it out a bit longer to make it all the more better in the end.

“I can safely say that I do…” said Scott.

“Then say it…” she said, wanting to hear him talk dirty to her, “Say that you want to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you Emma…” he said, sensing that she was getting a little impatient, yet was still building up her arousal.

“Then do it…Fuck me,” she said in a deep, commanding tone, desperate to get it on and release herself into a world of pleasure.

Scott chose to respond with actions, not with words. He brought her into a deep kiss and slipped his tongue into her mouth as he led her over to the bed and lifted her in his strong arms. As he lay her down flat on her back, she gasped in anticipation…But Scott wasn’t done just yet. Soon, he started trailing kisses down her neck and to her large breasts…Teasing the nipple in his mouth. Then he continued on lower as he reached her stomach and neared wet, private regions. Her legs were already quivering for sexual pleasure and the white thong she was wearing was now completely soaked with her juices. Feeling it was finally time to remove the last article between them in order for them both to be completely naked, Scott placed his hands on the small strings on each side and slowly slid it down her long sexy legs…Exposing to him her dripping wet vagina.

Emma’s breaths were now in gasps as Scott spread her sexy legs with his hands and lowered his face to her wet pussy. Knowing she was desperate for pleasure, Scott wasted no time in burying his face in her crotch, kissing and licking her vagina. After the first touch…Emma let out a loud shriek into the room as she arched her back at the feeling of Scott’s tongue entering and teasing her. He went slow at first, making sure to hit the right nerves to sent waves of pleasure through her hot body. Soon, he picked up the pace, licking and teasing her faster, making her to gasp and moan louder…Until finally she couldn’t take it anymore…She had to have his dick in her.

“Oh Scott stop! Stop…Please,” she begged, short of breath as more sweat consumed her body, “I can’t take anymore…I can’t take anymore teasing! Just put it in me! Put your dick in me now! Fuck me now!”

Normally he would have gone longer with other women, but the sound in Emma’s voice left no room for argument as he removed his face from her vagina and positioned himself on top of her. Not wasting any time, he guided his rock hard dick to her wet pussy. Emma then took the initiative and wrapped her long, sexy legs around his torso, pushing him into her…Absorbing the feeling of sweet, blissful penetration. Scott then took a firm hold of her hips while she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her into a passionate, messy kiss as he slid his dick in as deep as it would go. Emma let out a loud moan into his mouth as they remained lip locked.

After the initial insertion, Scott withdrew halfway only to slam into her again, causing her body to arch at the feeling of him inside her. With a few more thrusts, Scott quickly got the feel of her wet insides and began establishing a rhythm. Emma started moaning more with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Scott found that Emma was definitely somewhat of a screamer and the intense foreplay and buildup had heightened the pleasure that shot throughout her body with each thrust into her. She tightened her grip around his torso, supplementing each thrust of his with the strength of her own body as well. In some cases, Emma’s drives were more powerful than Scott’s thrusts as she let out loud moans of pleasure as Scott kept pumping into her. For Scott he had never been with someone this…Loud before. But she was definitely very much into it and with each pump he drove her closer and closer to climaxing. They both were now panting heavily as their sweat mixed together. Scott was starting to slow down as he felt his dick about to explode in her hot, wet pussy. However, Emma kept the pace rigorous and thorough.

“Oh fuck yeah!” screamed Emma as Scott moved his hands from her hips to her large breasts and gave them a squeeze as the inner muscles of her vagina began to contract, “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”

“So am I…” grunted Scott.

Then, with one last powerful thrust, Scott blasted his powerful load of semen into her vagina, triggering her own powerful release as she coated his dick in her juices. They both struggled to catch their breath as Scott withdrew from her briefly, allowing some of his fluids to spill out of her in the process. However, Emma didn’t let him rest long as she brought him into another kiss. His hands began rubbing her breasts again as she flipped him on his back and teased his dick with her hand again, making it grow hard once more. The sight of her sexy naked body hovering over him was driving him into a world of lust once again as he moved his hands from her breasts to her hips as she straddled him and brought his dick back inside her pussy.

“More…More!” she urged as her body shined in the dim light from sweat as she started to ride his cock once again.

Emma Frost continued to dance on top of him, swaying her body to and fro as she absorbed the waves of pleasure sent throughout her body with each sexual thrust. Her large breasts bounced with each thrust, arousing Scott even further and driving him to push his body further and obtain more pleasure from the sex act with this beautiful blonde. A look of pure ecstasy dominated Emma’s face as she gritted her teeth in an expression of sexual ferocity. As his grip tightened on her hips, she roughly ran her hands along his sweaty torso and planting messy kisses around his face. Soon, they were nearing another climax as Emma felt her body start to tense once again around Scott’s long, hard dick.

She kept the pace hard and rigorous as she felt her orgasm coming on strong. Scott’s cock then began to throb and soon, she was coming hard once again as she arched her back and let out another loud moan…Spilling her womanly fluids all over Scott’s dick.

Emma kept her energy going strong as she and Scott kept having sex in a series of different positions. She got on her hands and knees and he fucked her from behind and she even coerced him into doing a little anal sex as well…Which was strange and a little uncomfortable to Scott, but he did it anyway. Emma kept driving him to have more and more sex until she finally began to succumb to her energy limits. They were both sweating profusely and were wet all over as they gradually slowed in their sex session for the final romp. Emma kept moaning and screaming, in some instances a lot louder than Scott would have liked…But that was just her style and she was greatly enjoying it as she had him on his back once again so that he could get one last full look at her beautiful, sweaty, naked body as he rode his cock towards one last climax.

“One more…Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!!!” she yelled as Scott grunted through a few more powerful thrusts.

“Almost…” gasped Scott, “Almost there…”

Then finally, Emma felt him thrust into her one last time…Spilling his seeds into her and causing her to have one last orgasm. Then finally, Scott collapsed on his back and Emma laid on top of him, relishing in the feeling of having such hot and sweaty sex with this man.

“You really do have a gift,” said Emma as she looked at his tired face while still on top of him, “You have a rare skill and aptitude for sex Scott…Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“You’re very welcome,” said Scott, almost completely passed out, yet still enjoying the feeling of a naked, sexy blond on top of him.

“You are a really nice guy Scott…” she said as she rested her head on his chest while he was practically asleep already, “And it’s a rare thing to find a guy like you…Especially for me. And I’m glad I met you.”

***Flashback Ends***

“Wow…That must have been quite a night…” said Jean wide eyed as Scott finished his description of his first sex session with his most serious relationship to date.

“It was…” said Scott as he reflected on the memory, “After that night, we were pretty much in an official relationship. We really had something…And it was definitely really serious.”

“So what happened?” asked Jean, wondering how something like that had ended.

“A lot of things…” answered Scott, “Like I just described…She was a really sexual person just like you and me…But unlike you and me, she put more energy into it than passion. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t evoke it within her or if that was just the way she was, but I guess I’ll never know for sure. It felt amazing, don’t get me wrong…But there were just some things we did differently. And for the most part…I never could get into that whole anal thing she was into.”

“Yikes…” shuttered Jean, “Don’t remind me. I honestly don’t know how some people can enjoy that so much. Even my friend Betsy raves about it.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t just that,” said Scott as his voice became more distant, “For a while there I thought that maybe it might be true love. It felt so close, but I was just so uncertain. And now that I look back on it…I know now that while there was love…Like my other relationships, it wasn’t true love. I think at one point I was just lying to myself because as time went on, it became more and more clear that we weren’t right for each other. Like you described with Warren…It was all those little things. It was like those petty disagreements, those little quirks, and those things we just couldn’t see eye to eye on. It was hard to be friends and lovers at the same time. After a while it became…Work. And my parents always told me that love should never feel like work. But despite that Emma and I managed to stay together for over a year and into the latter half of my senior year. But through that last stretch…I think we both knew it was doomed at that point. Then…Something happened that pretty much made me stop believing in true love for me…”

“What was it?” said Jean, seeing the somewhat distraught look on his face.

“It was something that was so…Unexpected,” said Scott, finding it hard to put into words, “In a way I think I’m still trying to make sense of it…But I know what happened and it had a quite a lasting effect on me.”

“Was it that bad?” asked Jean, thinking it had to be something truly difficult if it was this hard for him to talk about.

“That’s just it…It wasn’t in the way you would think,” said Scott, “What happened was…While in the last months of our relationship, Emma met this guy about a year older than me who lived in an orphanage, but helped out at our school with a local charity group from Toronto. His name was Vincent Freeman…And when she met him…It was something right out of the movies or something. I mean…In just one meeting, he connected with her in a way that seemed so much more…Significant than I did when I first met her. At first I didn’t know about it, but when I saw them together…There was just this look in their eyes that…I knew neither Emma nor I had ever shared in all the time we were together. I think that…Was true love. When I saw the way they were around each other, it was as clear as night and day…They were definitely falling in love.”

“That’s…Strange,” said Jean, finding such a story hard to believe since she had never experience something like that before.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” said Scott with a lighthearted chuckle, “But the funny thing is…When Emma and I broke up, she thanked me.”

“She THANKED you?” said Jean wide eyed.

“Yeah…She thanked me,” said Scott, still finding it hard to believe himself, “She thanked me for showing her what she truly wanted out of life and because of me…She found what she had been missing. After that we broke up…And I was probably in a daze for weeks after that.”

“Man…That’s must have been tough,” said Jean, “So do you know what happened to them?”

“Yeah, they got married,” said Scott with a slight laugh, “Not long before I was shipped to Iraq, I found out that Emma and Vincent got married and moved to Toronto where they both went to college together and started a child care company in conjunction with the orphanage Vincent was raised at. Last I heard, Emma was pregnant with their first child.”

Jean watched as the look on Scott’s face fell as he still felt the effects of that event on his life. She didn’t know how to react to something like that, for it seemed so complicated that she doubted if she could ever make sense of it.

“It was kind of a kick in the nuts,” said Scott, “And after all that…I think that’s when I stopped believing. It was as if all the sudden I was incapable of finding true love myself. Instead…I had only helped others find it. It was as if I was never meant to experience true love…And only watch as everybody else experienced it. It kind of sent me into a stupor for the last part of high school and I went back to just casual sex…Which helped me get my mind off it a little. But it was still such a harsh blow…Feeling as though I was never meant to feel it. And after I entered the marines, I managed to get over it for the most part as my mind drifted away from such issues…But to this day I still find it hard to accept true love for myself.”

Upon seeing the look on his face, Jean reached over and took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze…Showing him that she understood.

“I know how you feel…” said Jean in a deep tone of sympathy, “Relationships can bring a lot of complications.”

Scott then turned and looked into Jean’s beautiful green eyes. In them, he could see many things…Some he could identify, but some he couldn’t. And as he held her warm hand in his, he reflected on how he had felt around her. When he first saw her a few nights ago at the club, it was clear that there was a connection…It was truly different…It wasn’t like anything either of them had experienced before. They had been in relationships before, but what they had experienced with each other was nothing short of…Inexplicable. Scott and Jean both had their reasons for not believing in true love…But as Scott saw the look in her eyes, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

“Well…What about us?” asked Scott as he kept holding her hand.

“What…What about us?” said Jean, uncertain of what he was implying.

“I mean…What about what we have?” he said, “I know we’ve only been on one date but…Jean, I’ve told you things that I haven’t told many people. And you’ve told me things too that…”

Scott soon stopped in mid sentence as Jean got up from her seat and turned away from him, swallowing hard at his words. She knew he was right, but she had tried not to think about it. So many times she had been gone into relationships only to come out of them more disillusioned. Part of her didn’t want to go through that again…But at the same time, she wanted to hold onto whatever it was she found in this boy.

“Jean…” he said softly as he stood up and walked over to her.

Jean then turned back and looked into his deep blue eyes…Soon finding herself at a loss. For the first time in a long while…Jean Grey truly didn’t know what to think or feel. As he put his hands on her shoulders, she felt his gentle touch and took some comfort in it. Scott was just so unlike any other guy she had met before…But at the same time she was still so unsure what it truly meant for her.

“Scott I just…” she began, the strain apparent in her voice, “I don’t know…I honestly don’t know. I know…We connected. Not just personally and sexually…But in another way too and…”

Jean stopped in mid sentence, unable to find the right words. She tore her gaze away from him, but Scott gently cupped her chin and brought her eyes back towards his…Reassuring her that she had no reason to be afraid.

“I know…” he said, “But all the more reason to go further…You know, see where it goes. They way we talk…The way we interact…The way we feel…The way we have sex…It feels…Amazing. It feels right…Don’t you think so?”

“Yes but…” said Jean, however Scott stopped her before she could go any further.

“Then don’t we owe it to ourselves to at least try?” asked Scott, “I know neither of us has had much luck…But after talking about love and past relationships…It got me thinking. You and I…We’ve been down similar roads. We’ve had our hearts broken…We’ve had our lives turned upside down. And I think we owe it to ourselves to just…Try.”

Jean thought about that as she raised her hands towards his face, tracing paths along the sinewy contours of his exposed upper body. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as she stood in his presence. Looking at him…She saw something…Something that she had only come to see after having come to know him in a few short days. What she was feeling…What she was thinking…It was all very strange, but she could not deny it’s power.

“Try…” she said, “Look Scott I…I like you. I REALLY like you. You’re such a wonderful guy and I just…I don’t know how I can feel this way without believing.”

“Then just ask yourself…” said Scott, “What if? What if there’s more? What if…I don’t know…We can find something with each other that we can’t find with anybody else? Would that not be worth it?”

Jean’s mind drifted back to the time she had spent with him and the experiences she had been through with him. From their initial meeting…To their first intimate sex session…To learning so much about each other. What if it meant something? Just what was it that was causing her so much inner conflict? She may not have known the answers now, but she felt that the only way to find them rested within the man she was now looking at.

“I…I just don’t want to complicate things between us Scott,” said Jean as she managed to a slight smile, “If there is something…I don’t want to rush it…I want it to come naturally and fully…”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to take it slowly…” said Scott with a smile as he gently cupped her chin.

“Slowly…” said Jean as she smiled back, “Yeah…That sounds right. But do you really think that…Do you really think it’s possible?”

“I don’t know…” said Scott, “But I guess…We’ll just have to find out together.”

Then, as they both smiled warmly at one another, they met in deep kiss. In the span of a few days, they had met and connected with one another on so many levels. It was so profound yet unknown…But for Scott Summers and Jean Grey, they couldn’t deny its power of them and they wanted to see where it would go. It was the start of a new relationship…Their new relationship. And where it would go and just how deep it become…They had no idea, but they were determined to find out together.

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AN: Well! That’s it! Man that was a long chapter! But hey, it had two full smut scenes in it! Now Scott and Jean have established the foundations of a relationship. Now there are so many possibilities for them to go on and so many things to discover, but you’ll have to stay tuned to see just where it leads and how deep it will get! There’s still plenty to come! There are more pairings, more drama, more smut, and more romance scenes to come! And one more important thing! The character I mentioned who hooked up with and married Emma Frost is NOT my character! Vincent Freeman is a creation of another fellow fanfiction author named Agent-G on fanfiction.net. Vincent belongs to HIM! Not me. So kudos to Agent-G for allowing me to use him and if you all get a chance, check some of his stuff out as well! So what do you think so far? Do you like this story? Would you like to read more? Please tell me! Send me your reviews via email at slickboy444@aol.com or post it on the website! Thanks for reading and best wishes to you all!