Grey Frost

Grey Frost
Chapter 11: First Times and First Feelings

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The week went by all too quickly for Jean. Each passing hour brought her closer to the big moment. Concentrating on school and training was a challenge. Saturday was never far from her mind. It was sure to be a big day in her life. At times she had doubts, but they were never enough to make her reconsider. She wanted to do this. She just wished it wasn’t so nerve racking.

Duncan sure didn’t help. He kept bragging to his friends and hanging around her, boasting how he was going to show her a good time. She appreciated his enthusiasm, but whether or not he would follow through remained to be seen. She heard rumors about Duncan. Girls who dated him were reluctant to talk about sex. Some said he had rough tastes, but that was not enough to dissuade her. She would just have to work around it.

Her friends also were pretty vocal. Kitty, Amara, and Jubilee clamored for details about how she was going to do this and Jean made it clear she didn’t have a clue. They didn’t offer a lot of advice, but they did offer their support and Jean was happy for it. The only person who didn’t talk much about it was Scott, who seemed to avoid the issue all week. Jean could tell the idea still made him sick to his stomach. He accepted that this was her choice, but he didn’t have to like it.

When Saturday came, Jean was as restless as ever. Time was bearing down relentlessly and with no training or homework, she had little distractions. Most of her time was spent hanging out with Emma. Being the most knowledgeable person about sex in the mansion, Jean sought plenty of advice from her. And in the hours that drew near to her departure, she spent her time in Emma’s room finalizing her figure.

“So what do you think?” said Jean as she posed before Emma, who was sitting on her bed, “You sure this isn’t too much?”

Emma shook her head and smiled approvingly.

“Darling, when it comes to sex there’s no such thing.”

“I don’t know,” she said, checking her butt in the mirror, “It all feels like a bit much. I mean it’s not like Duncan and I are soul mates.”

“He doesn’t have to be,” assured Emma, “Trust me, it’s best to save the genuine sex for the real thing. Think of this more as a test run.”

Jean rolled her eyes and checked her appearance one last time. She was wearing a brand new piece of sexy underwear from Victoria’s Secret that Emma helped her pick out. It consisted of a revealing purple thong and a matching push up bra. It was skimpier than any other piece she had worn before and she liked how it perfectly accentuated her breasts, hips, and legs. Duncan was in for an eyeful and he better appreciate the lengths she was going through.

Yet still she was uncertain and Emma sensed it in the way she looked at herself. Getting up off the bed, she approached her friend.

“You’ll be fine,” said the older blonde, “Just remember the golden rule of sex. It’s a mutual act for the enjoyment of both parties. He’s obligated to satisfy you just as much as you’re obligated to satisfy him.”

“I don’t know. I’ve heard from some girls at school Duncan can be a little demanding,” said Jean anxiously.

“Well it doesn’t have to be that way,” said Emma, “I know men like that. They think only of their pleasure and not yours. The best way to deal with them is to communicate with them so you can both enjoy it.”

“And what if we don’t communicate well?”

“In that case, it doesn’t hurt to be a little demanding yourself.”

Jean cast Emma a strange look. She had that sultry look in her eye that always showed when she talked about sex in a deeper sense. Jean didn’t quite understand what she meant, but she smiled and humored her.

“Thanks for the advice,” she said, gathering up her clothes, “Boy, this has been a crazy week. Everybody’s been bugging me. I feel like a B-list celebrity or something.”

“They’re just curious,” scoffed Emma, “Virgins always are.”

“Guess I’ll understand after I’m not one of them anymore,” she sighed, “But still, I wonder if Duncan’s a fitting guy to give it to. He and I always had our problems. You should have seen how vocal Scott was about him before you came.”

“I’m not surprised,” said Emma, sounding more distant at the mention of Scott, “From what I’ve seen, he really cares about you. You’re lucky you’ve got someone who looks out for you like that.”

“I know I am,” smiled Jean.

As Jean got dressed, Emma turned away as her thoughts drifted back to the conversation she had with Scott earlier in the week. It shouldn’t have bothered her this much. It wasn’t so much that they were close. It was more that Scott made it out to be deeper than just friendship, even if it wasn’t intentional. It bothered Emma, but she was content to ignore it for now.

“Guess it’s time,” sighed Jean, “Thanks again for all your help, Emma. I don’t think I could have done this without you.”

“Sure thing darling,” she said, quickly putting on a friendly face, “Good luck.”

“Oh I’ll need it,” said Jean.

Jean left Emma to her musings as she ventured down to the garage where her car awaited. Along the way she passed Kitty and Rogue. They waved goodbye and Rogue made some offhand comment about enjoying her night with Dimwit Mathews, but Jean ignored it and went on.

She was just about to enter the garage when she passed Scott in the foyer. Near as she could tell he had been waiting on her. He wanted to see her one last time before she left.

“Hey,” he said in a low tone, “Heading off?”

“Yeah,” replied Jean, “Don’t want to keep Duncan waiting.”

“I’ll bet.”

There was a silence between them. Jean was dressed and ready to go. Everything Scott could possibly say to get her to change her mind had been said already. There was nothing more he could do.

“Scott…” began Jean.

But he cut her off.

“It’s okay, Jean. I understand,” he told her softly, “Just be careful, okay?”

Jean smiled. Even when he clearly didn’t like what she was doing, he still supported her. That’s what made him her best friend and so much more.

“I will,” she assured him, “I’ll see you later, Scott.”

“Yeah…see you.”

Scott watched until she disappeared into the garage. From there he ventured to the windows where he watched as Jean pulled out of the driveway and drove off. He kept watching until she was out of sight, his thoughts never veering from what he knew to be true.

Jean was going to sleep with Duncan. Part of him wanted to just follow her and blow his head off before he could lay a hand on her. But this was her decision. If he got sex regularly, why couldn’t she? Yet it still bothered him. Now he was beginning to understand why she got so worked up when she found out he slept with Emma. It really messed with his emotions.

Just then Evan and Kurt passed by and noticed his dazed state.

“Hey man, you okay?” asked Evan.

“Ja, you look like you just ate on of Kitty’s brownies. Everything alright?”

Scott’s gaze lingered out the window for a minute longer before turning back in. There was nothing more he could do other than learn to accept it.

“I’m fine,” he said, “If you need me I’ll be in the Danger Room.”

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The drive to Duncan’s was a blur for Jean Grey. The sun had just set and there was a crisp feeling in the air. She was both nervous and excited. It wouldn’t be long now. Many thoughts raced through her mind. Would it feel good? Would she chicken out at the moment of truth? The night held so many possibilities.

‘You can do this, girl. First times are always the hardest. The sooner it’s out of the way the sooner you can move on.’

As she entered the affluent neighborhood Duncan lived in, her thoughts drifted to their relationship. Since day one she had doubts about them from. When he wasn’t being pig-headed, he was actually a nice guy to be around. He was attractive, assertive, and confident. And of course, the peer pressure from her friends to date the star quarterback sure helped influence her.

But Jean wondered what this could mean for her. Aside from what this could do to their relationship, sex had a way of changing people. She knew first hand from experiences her soccer friends shared with her. Some changed for the better and some for the worse. There were many ways this night could go, but she wouldn’t know for sure until she saw it through.

Jean pulled alongside Duncan’s house about ten minutes early from their scheduled time. Upon turning off the engine, she sat in her seat and mentally prepared herself. Her eyes kept looking towards the clock as she checked her appearance in the mirror one last time.

‘Well…I’ve come this far.’

Grabbing her purse, Jean stepped out of the car and approached the affluent residence of Duncan Matthews. The driveway was empty and much of the house was dark. Her heart-rate jumped as she stood in front of the door. But she toughed it out as she rang the doorbell and awaited her boyfriend’s presence. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long.

“Hey babe!” greeted Duncan, “I’ve been waiting for you. Come on in!”

Jean took a deep breath. She walked past the threshold, hoping deep down that she was making the right choice. She was going to become a woman tonight.

‘And so it begins…’

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The first moments in Duncan’s house were tense. She put on a casual smile and went through the progressions. She could tell Duncan hadn’t done much planning. There was no fancy dinner, no candles, and no sweet talking. The meal he made consisted of leftover chicken and hot pockets that they ate in the living room off paper plates. It was far from romantic, but keeping it simple had its advantages.

As they ate, Jean and Duncan made small talk. Duncan went on about the latest game he helped win and Jean listened attentively. It helped take her mind off what she knew was coming. But as the night wore on, she knew they couldn’t put it off forever.

“I’m glad you came, Jean,” said Duncan, finish off his chicken.

“Thanks, Duncan,” she smiled, “I’m glad we had this chance.”

There was an awkward silence. Jean knew what he was thinking. She even caught him looking at her chest and legs. She bit her lip, unsure of how to go about this sort of thing. Thankfully, Duncan made the first move.

“So how do you want to do this?” said Duncan, remaining as cocky as ever.

Jean pushed aside her anxiety and talked bluntly.

“I know you want to sleep with me, Duncan. And I know we may never get a better chance than this. But before we do something this serious there are a few things I have to tell you.”

“Shoot,” shrugged Duncan, hiding his impatience.

“First off, I’m a virgin,” she said awkwardly, “You probably knew that already, but I think it’s worth saying.”

“Hey, I understand, babe,” replied Duncan, “First times are always tough. But you don’t have to worry with me. I know how to make it good.”

“That remains to be seen,” said Jean, staying serious, “Secondly, if we’re going to do it, you’re going to have to use a condom. I bought a pack with me and using them is not negotiable.”

“Okay, sounds fair,” said Duncan.

“And lastly…” said Jean, growing a bit nervous, “This could complicate our relationship. And if we do this we have to be willing to accept whatever consequences it may bring. Do you think you can do that?”

Duncan gave it a minute of thought. He was eager to get down to it, but he knew he wouldn’t get any if he didn’t take it seriously. He didn’t see what the big deal was. They were the power couple from Bayville. She was hot and he was a superstar. To him that was all there was to it.

“If that’s what I gotta do, babe…I’ll do it,” he said.

“Great! I’m glad we understand each other,” said Jean, her tension easing somewhat.

“So then…” he said, scooting in and slipping his arm around her waist, “Is there anything else?”

“Nope, that’s it,” grinned Jean, leaning into his body.

“Then what do you say we get comfy in my room?”

It was the point of no return. With one simple choice, she would lose her virginity. She had waited long enough. This was the moment of truth and she was ready to see it through.

“Okay superstar…” said Jean with a sexy grin, “Lead the way.”

That was all Duncan needed to hear. Taking Jean’s hand, he led her up the stairs. Jean nearly dropped the roll of condoms she had in her hand, but managed to keep her balance as they rushed towards his room. The weak feeling in her legs gave way to anticipation as Duncan led her through the hall.

It was clear he hadn’t made many preparations. His bed was unmade, he had dirty laundry piled in the corner, and every wall was plastered with football posters. It wasn’t the most romantic setting, but Jean set that aside as the door behind them slammed shut.

“Finally…” said Duncan, holding her by the hips as he led her to his bed, “It’s just you and me, babe.”

Jean was still shaking, but when Duncan crashed his lips upon hers she relaxed a bit. His slid her hands up her waist to her butt while he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Jean let out a muffled moan. Her heart was pounding and her whole body broke out into a wave of hot sweats. But she soon found herself kissing back as they made their way to the bed.

Duncan wasted no time in getting their clothes off. His shirt was the first to go followed by Jean’s. When he saw her sexy lace bra, he trailed his tongue down her cleavage. Jean gasped let out a gasp, her legs refusing to carry her as they fell upon his bed. She closed her eyes as hot sensations shot through her body. She felt him pinch her nipples through the thin garment. Then with his lips still kissing her cleavage he reached around and undid the clasp to her bra, allowing her large breasts to come tumbling out.

“Damn you’ve got nice tits,” grinned Duncan as he tossed the bra aside.

Grasping the fleshy orbs, Jean fell on her backs. She could feel Duncan’s erection pressing up against her through his pants. The tight feeling was soon too much to bear and he rose up onto his knees so he could slip out of his baggy jeans. Now only in his underwear, Jean reached up and began exploring his exposed flesh as well. Her hands raked across his chest, feeling the hard muscles that made him a star football player. It was enough to make her feel moist between her legs and Duncan picked up on it.

“Yeah…” he grinned, “You’re getting horny, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” said Jean in a shaky voice.

“Then let’s get you naked!”

Duncan renewed his dominating kissing, pinning Jean on her back and reaching for her pants. He made quick work of them, undoing the fly and lifting her butt so he could slide them down her shapely legs. He savored every inch of her skin she exposed. Her fit body was so perfectly built. But once her pants were off and he tossed them aside, he was surprised to see what she was wearing beneath.

“Damn Jean! A thong?” he said in amazement, “Some prude you are!”

Jean blushed and smiled. She could see the bulge sticking out of his boxers. Her legs quivered with anticipation. Duncan kept looming over her with a hungry gaze. It made her a bit nervous, but she lay there in waiting.

“Are you ready?” he said while rubbing her breasts.

“I…I think so,” said Jean warily, “Don’t forget the condoms.”

“Relax, babe,” said Duncan confidently, “I know what I’m doing. Just sit back and enjoy the ride!”

With insatiable lust, Duncan crashed his lips onto hers and squeezed her breasts. It was a little hard to Jean, but she couldn’t voice any complaints with Duncan’s tongue down her throat. Letting out grunts of arousal, he lifted her hips slightly. Grasping each side of her thong, he slid it off and threw it across the room. Now Jean was completely naked. Duncan grinned as he took in the sight of her wet pussy. Jean was a beautiful woman and he was all hers tonight.

Her body quivered and a look of shyness fell over her face. She had never been naked in front of a man before and Duncan looked like he wanted to eat her whole. Jean swallowed a nervous lump in her throat and placed her trust in Duncan.

“You look so good naked,” he grinned, slipping his hand between her legs, “I’m gonna fuck you good tonight.”

Unable to contain himself any more, Duncan slipped out of his boxers and grabbed one of the condoms. Jean gazed nervously at his erect penis. He was pretty big and she wasn’t sure how much it would hurt once he was in her. But she didn’t voice any complaints as he slipped a latex condom over his member and positioned himself over her.

“Be gentle, Duncan,” said Jean anxiously.

“Hey, I know what I’m doing, babe,” said Duncan confidently.

He then grabbed her legs and spread them wide so he could get right between them. Jean instinctively hooked them around his waist, allowing him to hover atop her naked body and feel her large breasts. He grunted with intent, his powerful hands gripping her hips while the tip of his hard member rubbed against her entrance.

This was it. Jean was about to lose her virginity. Grasping his strong arms, she braced herself. And without another warning, Duncan thrust his cock into her tight pussy.

“Oh yeah!” he moaned, loving the hot tightness surrounding his cock.

But for Jean, the sudden feeling of hard penetration left her feeling as though she was being ripped apart from the inside.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” she cried, her body contorting as shots of pain filled her being.

She felt blood drip out of her pussy from her torn hymen. She clenched her teeth and dug her nails into Duncan’s arms to tough out the agony. His cock was buried inside her and she couldn’t keep herself from fidgeting in discomfort. But Duncan’s hold on her held strong.

“Yeesh! Take it easy, Jean! Tough it out already!” said Duncan in protest.

Despite her squirming, he held onto her hips and began pounding his cock into her pussy. He was lost in a world of pleasure. The tight feeling around his dick overshadowed Jean’s apparent discomfort and he fucked her hard through the initial push.

“Ah-ah-Duncan! Slow down!” whimpered Jean, still trying to adjust.

“Uh-uh-relax, babe!” he panted as he plowed into her, “It’ll get good! Just give it a moment!”

Jean tried to slow him down, but Duncan’s imposing strength was too much. He was already swimming in a world of ecstasy. The tight feeling around his cock felt great. His feet dug into the foot of the bed each time he thrust his cock deep into her tight cunt. Fueled by the lust, he hungrily crushed his lips against hers and muffled her pained moans. Jean could only kiss back as she held on.

Gradually, the aching sensations waned as her inner walls stretched, but it was still uncomfortable. She tried to find the right position. All the while Duncan was hammering away, his sweaty skin grinding against hers with every push. His sexual hunger was intense and dominating. He barely allowed her to move with her naked body pinned securely beneath his. But she could tell he was enjoying this. His pleasure came before her distress. And he kept fucking her hard, building his climax.

“Uh-uh-uh-oh yeah! Oh fuck! Uh-uh-oh you’re so fucking tight, Jean! I love it! Oh yeah!” he grunted, slamming into her harder.

Jean’s body was now glistening with sweat. Now that her insides had adjusted to his cock, she was starting to feel some pleasure. Strong sensations coursed through her body. Her legs tightened around his torso and she tried working her hips under Duncan’s domineering weight. But she still couldn’t move enough to attain the feeling she wanted.

“Uh-uh-it’s getting better! Getting better!” panted Jean, trying to keep up, “Duncan…”

“Hold it, babe! I’m almost cumming!”

The pace of his thrusts intensified and his lustful moans grew deeper. Dazed by the feeling, he hungrily grasped her breasts. Jean moaned at the sudden surge of sensations. It felt good, but it didn’t last long. It only took a few more thrusts and Duncan was sent over the edge.

“FUUUUUCK YEAH!” he moaned, shoving his cock as deep as it would go.

The feeling of intense climax washed over him as his penis erupt in a burst of cum. He let his whole weight press against her, putting everything he had into the feeling. It was a big discomforting for Jean, but it subsided once Duncan pulled out.

“Damn that was good!” he moaned, rolling beside her and laying back in triumph, “Was it good enough for you, babe?”

Jean didn’t answer. She just looked down at her aching cunt in disappointment. Blood was seeping out of her folds. She could smell Duncan’s sweat on her naked skin. It wasn’t the feeling she had hoped for. She felt dirty, violated, and unfulfilled. Lying next to this man, a look of distress fell over her. Needing a moment, she got off the bed and slipped away.

“I need a minute,” she said in a low tone.

“Whatever. Take your time,” shrugged Duncan, lying back and looking at Jean’s ass as she slipped into the hallway.

Folding her arms over her breasts, Jean slipped into the bathroom. She stood over the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. In it, she saw a different woman. She just lost her virginity and she looked pathetic. It failed to live up to her expectation. Duncan didn’t even give her time to adjust after the initial penetration. It was only towards the end it started feeling good, but it was too little too late.

‘So this is it…I’m a woman now. Funny, I thought I’d be a lot more excited.’

Turning away from her reflection, Jean grabbed some tissues and started wiping off her pussy. It was a lot messier than she expected. She was still moist with arousal since she hadn’t gotten her climax. Her clit was also still swollen, but it didn’t do her a lot of good now. Her first time was over. There was no doing it over.

Letting out a tired sigh, Jean gently rubbed over her pussy. It was still a little sore, but now she was more unfulfilled than anything else. Maybe she set her expectations a little too high. Maybe she placed too much stock in Emma’s advice. First times were rarely the best, but it would have been nice if she at least had an orgasm.

As Jean wiped off the last remnants of blood, her fingers trailed over her clit. It sent a momentary bit of pleasure. She gasped at the feeling and started to rub more thoroughly. Closing her eyes, Jean lost herself in her thoughts.

‘I can’t believe it! I give that son-of-a-bitch my body and he doesn’t even finish the job!’

Then it came to her. As she opened her eyes, Jean looked back into the mirror with renewed spirit. The answer was right in front of her. She knew what she had to do.

‘It’s time for someone to teach that jerk the rules of sex!’

With a sultry grin, Jean made her way back to Duncan’s room. Emma had told her that sex was supposed to be mutual. It took two to tango and when one person wasn’t satisfied the job wasn’t done. And if Duncan wouldn’t finish it then she would do it herself.

With renewed confidence, she barged into his room. Duncan, who had been gathering up his clothes, nearly tripped over his own feet. But when he looked up and saw that strange look in her eye, he grew concerned.

“Jean?” he began, holding his clothes over his privates.

A mischievous grin spread across her face.

“Don’t get dressed,” she said, “We’re not done yet!”

“Huh? Wha-oh shit!”

And before the star quarterback could react, Jean tackled him to the bed and pinned him flat on his back. Holding his arms back, she crashed her lips upon his and shoved her tongue down his throat. Flushed with newfound lust, she straddled his pelvis and held him with her powerful legs, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to escape. This time Jean would lead the way.

“Ung!” he panted as their lips parted, “What the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” said Jean in a tone worthy of a porn star, “I’m taking a little ride of my own.”

Duncan’s eyes widened with shock. Jean had been so shy the first time. This had come out of nowhere, but he was powerless to stop it.

With a sultry look she hungrily groped Duncan’s well-toned upper body, sliding her tongue down his chest and rubbing along his slim physique. His member was still limp, but she knew hot fix that. Using her telepathy, she sent a signal to his brain that made him stiffen up again. Duncan didn’t know what happened, but Jean didn’t give him time to rationalize it.

“Unn…” he groaned to the strange sensation.

“Mmm…hard again already?” grinned Jean mischievously.

She gave his hard member a tight squeeze. The tip of his penis was still sensitive after the first time, but he was going to give Jean what she deserved whether he liked it or not. While he was dazed from her teasing, Jean floated another condom from the floor with her telekinesis. She knew the Professor wouldn’t approve of using her powers like this, but she was too horny to care. Duncan needed to be taught a lesson.

Ripping open the package, Jean took out the latex sheath and slid it over Duncan’s member. Burning with anticipation, Jean got back on top of the star athlete and hovered over his naked body with the same predatory lust he had done with her. Duncan was in a daze. He had a nice view of Jean’s large breasts, but she also had a pretty strong hold on him. And with little warning, she lowered herself onto his dick.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah! That’s what I want!” moaned Jean, “That’s it! That’s it!”

“Oh fuck!” grunted Duncan, holding on for the ride.

Jean let her desires run wild. This time she didn’t have to adjust as much to his member. Her pussy was still wet from before and in this new position she could go at her own pace. Lust quickly consumed her. Once her inner walls stretched to his cock, she started riding him to a world of ecstasy. It was slow at first because she needed a moment to get a feel for the sensations, but once she got it working she stepped up the rhythm.

“Uh-uh-uh-yes! Yes! YES!” she cried as she bounced up and down his ridged cock, “So good! So fucking good!”

Duncan could only whimper as Jean fucked him hard, slamming her hips downward and forcing his cock into her depths. The bed shook more violently than before. Jean was going all out. After her first time, she had no idea it could be this good. With her in control she set the rhythm. It was fast and thorough, working his cock into her most sensitive areas. All the while she prowled over his manly body like a sexy minx. She licked his chest while groping his muscles. And in a show of raw sexuality, she licked her fingers and fondled her clit.

Jean dragged her riding out as long as she could. It got to the point where Duncan struggled to hold himself back. He tried to adjust his position, but Jean’s hold on him was too strong. He had her fun with her and now he had to return the favor. It was something no other girl made him do.

“Jean! Jean wait!” grunted Duncan, struggling to keep up with the raging redhead.

“Just a little more! A little more!” cried Jean, riding him harder, “I’m almost there!”

“Ugh!”

Feeling her climax draw near, Jean rose up so she was completely upright and gyrated her hips in a fervent pace. She grasped her bouncing breasts, rubbing them to her delight as she worked his cock in her a few more times. And with one last gyration, she it hit her.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES!” cried Jean, arching her body to the intense feeling.

“JEAN!” grunted Duncan, unable to fight off his own climax.

Jean’s cunt clamped down on Duncan’s cock, releasing waves of pleasure throughout her body. She squeezed her breasts, soaking up every sensation. This was the feeling she had hoped for. This was the sexual fulfillment she craved. It took a little effort, but it was worth the wait.

For Duncan, however, his climax wasn’t so euphoric. The tight feeling around his cock got him to cum, but it was an unfamiliar feeling since he was so used to doing it on his own terms. He never would have expected this from a girl he once thought was such a prude. But it turned out she was a lot more sexual than he expected.

“Mmm…now that’s what I wanted!” moaned Jean as she rolled off Duncan, finally freeing him from her grip.

Duncan needed a moment to catch his breath. He had never been this worn out from sex before. Turning towards Jean, he looked at her with a mix of shock and anger.

“Good God Jean…what the fuck?!” he exclaimed.

“What?” she said, getting up and resting on the back of her hands, “You didn’t make me cum the first time.”

“Well you could’ve said something instead of jumping me like that!” he yelled, groaning as he slid the condom off and threw it in the trash.

Not liking his tone, Jean turned onto her side and looked at him seriously.

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to do your thing while I try to adjust to my first time, but it’s not okay for me to do the same and get what you couldn’t give me?”

“That’s not how it’s done, Jean! You just…can’t do stuff like that!”

Duncan rose up a bit he grunted. His body was reeling. He had to hold onto the side to keep himself from keeling over. To Jean he looked pathetic. He claimed to be so macho, but he couldn’t handle a girl unless she submitted to him. A lot of people joked how he was making up for shortcomings with his ego, but now Jean knew definitively. And when it dawned on her, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“So that’s how you do it, huh?” said Jean, rolling off the bed and gathering her clothes, “You go after the girls who don’t have a lot of experience and make them into submissive sex toys?”

Duncan turned towards the redhead, still panting with a wounded ego.

“It finally makes sense now,” laughed Jean as she slipped her underwear back on, “You act all alpha male when in reality you’re a weak little boy who has to have everybody beneath him…in some cases, literally.”

Her words stung, but the smile on Jean’s face never waned as she put her pants back on.

“I’ll bet I’m the first girl that ever did that to you,” she went on, “Am I right?”

“No! That’s not true!” spat Duncan.

“You’re a lousy liar,” she grinned, “You’ll do anything to defend that ego of yours even if it means being the dominate one in bed. But the trade off means you’re a cripple when it comes to satisfying a woman. And I can’t be with a man who’s so self-centered he can’t even be courtesy when someone places their trust in him.”

“You’re…you’re breaking up with me?!” exclaimed Duncan.

“You bet!” said Jean as she put her shirt back on, “You can’t satisfy me and I can’t satisfy you. You can either accept that or complain. And unless you want me spreading the word that you’re a stud on the field and a dud in bed, you’ll let it go and move on.”

Duncan was speechless. No woman had ever stood before him like this. Now fully clothed, Jean folded her arms over her chest in a triumphant poise. She had exposed his true colors. His popularity and influence was useless now that she knew the truth. He could take a girl breaking up with him, but he couldn’t take a girl letting everybody know his weaknesses.

“Get out, Jean,” he said in a serious tone.

“Gladly,” she grinned, “And don’t worry. You’re secret’s safe with me.”

Jean prepared to make her final leave, but before she ended this night and their relationship for good she turned back and faced him one last time.

“A word of advice though, Duncan…if you’re going to invite women into your bed, learn to share the responsibilities. Sex is mutual and if you don’t want a night like this happening again, either grow up or zip up.”

Leaving the naked man to ponder her words, Jean left the room with an accomplished feeling. Duncan had never been silenced before. He never dealt with a woman like Jean Grey. Not only had she permanently dented his ego, but she also broke up with him. And unlike the other girls he dated, she had dirt on him that she wasn’t afraid to use. All he could do now is swallow this bitter pill and move on.

After gathering her purse, Jean returned to her car and sat in the driver’s seat for a moment. A lot had happened tonight. She lost her virginity, embraced her sexuality, and exposed her boyfriend’s pitiful weakness in bed. Even though it was unpleasant at first, she took charge and embraced her desires. And as Jean Grey looked at her glowing expression in her rear few mirror, she smiled with great pride.

‘You did it, girl. You lost a boyfriend, but gained some perspective. You’re a strong, sexy woman. Be proud!’

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Up next: Jean adjusts to her new identity and Shaw learns the truth.