On a Dime

It was just another typical (to them) morning at the X-Mansion. Logan and Remy were working out in the Danger Room, Ororo and Kitty were gardening and swimming, respectively, Piotr was painting, and Jean and Rogue were on their way into town to catch a movie. Scott pretended to be sad to see Jean go, but the minute she stepped out of the door, he had Emma, his new love, in his bed. Not a soul at the mansion knew Scott was cheating on his fiance, but after what would happen over the next 48 hours, that would seem to be the least of anyone's worries.

Five Minutes Ago

Jean and Rogue were on their way out to the garage. Jean was dressed in a two-tone blue striped zip-up hoodie, a light blue tank-top, and black yoga pants that hugged her every curve. Rogue was wearinga long-sleeved green shirt, faded blue jeans with a hole in each knee, and her customary yelloe gloves. Even dressed as casually as they were, both women could easily turn heads. They made their way past Logan's Jeep, Scott's bike, Kitty's lime-green VW Beetle, and Remy's '69 Chevy Impala to Jean's purple Lambourghini Diablo that Warren had bought for her a couple of Christmases back.

"Yah know, sugah, if we evah decide to go shoppin', we best be doin' it in another car! There's barely room for both of us in there, let alone all our bags! said Rogue with feigned concern.

"That's OK, we'll just have to send the boys to pick them up!" replied Jean, putting her flame-red hair into a pony-tail for when she took the top down on her Lambo. "Oh, crap, I left the keys inside! I'll be right back, k?

"Y'all best be hurryin' on back before the movie starts!" yelled Rogue as her friend sprinted past.

Jean hurried away, and as she did, her hips sub-consiously swayed with her movements. 'Damn, that girl's almost enough to make me go lipstick!' Rogue thought. Jean picked up on this stray thought, and wasn't sure if she should be flattered or seriously pissed off. Jean was alot of things, but a lesbian, or even a bisexual, wasn't one of them. 'I'm sure she was just kidding, I've got nothing to worry about' Jean thought. She quickly forgot about it as she crossed the campus lawn. She went through the big oak front door, up three flights of stairs and down a hall-way to the room she shared with the love of her life, and her fiance, Scott "Cyclops" Summers. She opened the door, and yelled out "Scott, honey have you seen my...". She stopped mid-sentence, as she walked into a scene she never would have thought possible. There, lying on her bed, was a totally naked Emma Frost, with an equally as naked Scott Summers kneeling over her recieving a titty-fuck.

"Oh God, Emma! This is so good. Jean never wanted to do this!" moaned Scott, as he exhaled with every thrust. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes, my love, cum all over my tits!" purred the White Queen in her slight British accent. Niether one had even seemed to notice that there was now a third party in the room. "Emma!" Scotted yelled, his voice pure ecstasy, as he shot his load all over Emma's breasts and neck. Jean just stood there, unable to move or say anything. Emma then proceeded to scoop up most of Scott's semen into her mouth.

"You... You FUCKING SLUT! And, you cheating BASTARD!" screamed Jean, finally regaining her senses, before using her TK to slap both Emma and Scott. She turned and ran as fast as she could, with the tears streaming down he face moving almost as fast as Quicksilver.

"Wait, Jean! I... I can explain!" yelled Scott, quickly searching the room for his clothes. After swollowing his cum, Emma gave a slight laugh at Scott.

"What, you think this is funny?" yelled Scott. "Fuck, where are my pants?"

"To answer your questions, in order, yes, and try underneath the bed, love." retorted Emma.

"And how the fuck is this funny, exactly?" asked Scott, putting his jeans on.

"How isn't it?" laughed Emma. "What are you going to say, you tripped, lost all your clothes, and landed with your erect penis right in between my breasts?"

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" growled Scott through gritted teeth.

"That's why you love me!"

"Fuck You!" Scott yelled as he slammed the door on the way to look for Jean.

"Anytime!" said Emma, transmitting her thoughts right into Scott's mind.

Present Time

Rogue was still waiting by the car. "Ah wondah what's takin' Red so long?" she pondered aloud. She then saw Jean streaking out of the mansion and immediately taking flight. "Oh boy, what the hell happened now?" she said, as she took flight as well.

"Hey, Red! Wait up!" she yelled, trying to make her friend stop. Jean didn't even seem to notice Rogue was calling after her. She kept flying untill she got to what appeared to be a random clear-cut area in the middle of the small forrest that surrounded the school. Only Jean and Logan knew of this spot. It was where Logan went to meditate, at least three or so miles away form the mansion. She landed and immediately fell to her knees and started to bawl. Rogue landed soon after.

"Hey, what's wrong" questioned Rogue, her voice full of real concern for her friend. Jean couldn't say anything. She just continued to sob uncontrolably, helplessly. Rogue walked over, and careful not to touch any of her skin, sat next to Jean. "What happened, honey?"

Jean was still unable to speak, so she implanted the images of what happened into Rogue's head. Rogue saw everything that Jean saw, right up to the graphic details.

"Ah'll kill the prick!" screamed Rogue as she went to take off. However, with just a look from Jean, Rogue knew her place was with her friend in her time of need. Rogue sat back down, and gently laid Jean's head onto her shoulder. Jean cried for what seemed to her like an eternity, but it was only about ten minutes before she cried herself to sleep.

"Sugah, you want me to go tell Wolvie?" asked Rogue, but when she got no answer, she knew her friend had fallen asleep. Rogue picked up Jean's sleeping body and took off back towards the house. She didn't even get half way before, as a cold, robotic voice yelled:

"HALT MUTANT!"

Rogue didn't even have time to scream before being hit with knock out gas. A metal tentacle wrapped around her and Jean as Rogue succumbed to the gas.

Elsewhere

Scott ran down the stairs, and out the door, but he knew he was too late. He had just stepped onto the front walk-way when he saw Jean take off into the air. He then saw Rogue follow from the garage. 'Damn, Summers! You really screwed rhis one up' he thought to himself while dashing to the garage. He hopped on his bike and gave chase further, expecting to find no trace of Jean. He drove in he direction she had went, but before he could get there, he was hauled off his bike and into the air. He didn't even see what had hit him, as he was knocked unconscious by the Sentinel's attack. Litle did he know, he waw going to find Jean after all.

The Next Morning

Emma woke up in her own bed, and immediately went to Scott's room. She entered without knocking to find the room in the exact state she had left it in the day before, including her white thong from the day before still lying on the bed. 'Hmm, he must still be out trying to find that boring bitch he calls a fiance' she thought. She mad eher way back to her room to shower. She hadn't bathed the night before, so she still had some residue from Scott's seed on her chest.

"Mmmm.." she thought, remembering back to the day before as she turned on the water in her personal bathroom. She peeled off her skimpy white negligee, and stepped under the stream of hot water. She couldn't stop thinking about the night before. The look on Jean's face when Scott came all over her was priceless. However, she couldn't help but feel unfufilled, as Jean had walked in before Emma could get off. She slowly started to work her hands down her body, starting at her neck. She then dropped down to her DD breasts and she pinched the rose-colored nipples. She continued down to her perfectly-toned abs. She traced circles around her stomach as Scott would do with his tongue before going down on her. She brushed against her naturally blonde pubic hair. Usually, she shaved, but Scott had said something about wanting to see if she was a natural blonde. She now had a small patch, forming a neatly trimmed triangle above her clit. She started to quietly moan to herself as she flicked the sensitive nub with her thumb, and inserted her middle and index fingers into her rapidly moistening core. Her moans got louder as she worked her fingers deep inside herself.

"Oh my..." she moaned aloud as she fingered herself. She realized that, this time, just playing with her pussy wouldn't be enough. She pulled her fingers out, and brought them to her mouth. 'Delecious' she thought.

She put a little dab of conditioner onto her middle finger, and leaned up agianst the wall of the shower as she slowly inserted her lubed-up finger into her ass. "Oh, Fuck!" she breathed, as she fingered her own ass, and rubbed her clit with her other hand. 'I need to lay down!' she thought. She turned off the shower, half dried herself off, and sprawled out onto her bed, with her finger still deep inside her anal region. She pulled it out, and licked it clean before reaching into her nightstand.

Emma pulled out a white vibrator. She took a few dips into her wet snatch, before swiftly putting it into her ass. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, and rammed the vibrator in and out, fucking herself doggy style. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck' she thought. She hadn't been fucked in the ass since high school, and she had forgotten how good it felt. She rolled back over, and continued working it deep inside her ass.

"Oh, LOGAN!" she yelled, and squirted all over her bed, leaving the toy to vibrate inside her other hole. She took it out and sucked it dry before going to wash it. She threw it back onto her bed before continuing her shower. 'That was the best orgasm I've had in a while' she thought as the water poured over her. 'Wait, did I scream out Logan's name? That's new.... Hmm, I must look into that'

Just as she was finsihing up in the shower, there was a knock at the door. She sensed that it was the subject of her latest fantasy, Wolverine. She yelled for him to come in, before remembering she had left her vibrator laying in plain sight on her bed, as well as her womanly fluids.

"Havin' some fun, Frost?" he yelled from the main room. Emma walked out of her bathroom in nothing but a towel. She was willing to bet that Logan's enhanced senses told him exactly where she had had the vibrator. She started to get aroused at the situation, and couldn't help but thinking Jean couldn't have been more right. She was a slut. She wondered what it would feel like to get her ass pummelled by Logan. She decided to talk to him if Scott said he didn't want to.

"You know it." she replied in answer to Logan's question. Her voice had all the confidence in the world, as if they were talking about something other than her anal masturbation.

"Ya know, I never woulda pegged ya as that kind o' girl" grumbled Logan, with all his usual gruffness.

"Why Logan, what ever do you mean?" she asked with mock innocence. She turned around and dropped her towel, giving the Canadian muant a great view of her perfect ass. She slowly pt on her costume, but no underwear. On the outside, Logan seemed unfazed by Emma's slutiness, but he was beyond aroused. 'I'm just damn dood at hiding it' he thought, hoping that she wouldn't pick up on that thought. "Well, it's no secret you're a slut, Emma, and I can hear you jillin' off every now an' then, but I never woulda thought that Princess Emma likes takin' it right up the ass!" he said, with a an almost unnatural calmness in his voice.

Emma was positively loving where this conversation was going. 'I might get it where I want it sooner than I thought' she wondered. "Tell me, Logan. Does that turn you...."

Her question was interuppted by Prof. X's mental call.

"X-Men, meet me in the War Room. We have a ... situation"

"Right away Charles" responde Emma.

"On my way, Charlie!" said Logan.

With that, the two mutants made their way to the sub-basement of the complex. On the elevator ride down, Emma flashed images of her earlier masturbation into Logan's mind. "Our little conversation isn't over, Wolverine"

"Whatever, Frost" snored Logan, snuffing his cigar on the metal wall. They got to the bottom, but they heard a sound that made even Logan's blood run cold.

"HALT MUTANTS!"


Well, that's part one. Please, review it, and let me know how I can improve it, or future chapters. I'll probably continue it, unless there is a load of hate mail. I know, not as much sex as most of us are used to, but I hope Emma's elongated solo "workout" made up for it. And yes, she did stick her fingers and vibrator in her mouth after they were inside her ass. Deal with it! :D