Grey Frost

Grey Frost
Chapter 6: Clearing Things Up

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Jean needed space. Her mind was reeling. The image of Scott in his boxers and Emma naked in his bed was burned into her memory. She couldn’t believe it. The boy she had long harbored deep feelings for had gone on a date with a girl he only met a week ago and ended up sleeping with her. It was supposed to be a simple date, but it turned into something more than that. She saw the signs and she did nothing to stop it.

She thought back to the night before they rescued Emma. She had been at an impasse. After her power surge, her feelings for him deepened. She suspected it had something to do with the bond that had formed between them when he helped her that fateful day in the infirmary. But before she could confront them, Emma came into the picture. She had been so close, but it was too late. Another woman came in and took her away from him.

Sitting downstairs in a stupor on the living room couch, Jean hugged her shoulders and sighed. Her spirit had reached a new low.

‘I can’t believe! One date and they’re fucking each other! Of all people how could Scott…’

But Jean stopped herself before she could complete that thought. Her anger gave way to sorrow as a tear escaped her eye.

‘Knock it off, girl. This is your fault and you know it. You had a whole week to confront Scott. Emma even asked you for help and you gave it to her! She’s a beautiful woman and Scott’s a man last I checked. How can you compete with that?’

Lying back on the couch, Jean closed her eyes and attempted to numb it all out. Her whole life was officially a mess. The boy she secretly felt for had fallen into the arms of another woman. It was heart wrenching, but before she could sink into her own world of despair Scott entered with a concerned look.

“Jean?” he said warily.

Turning to see her friend, now wearing pants and a white shirt, Jean’s face contorted in a mix of anger and remorse. While she was plenty mad at Scott, she was even madder at herself. And instead of taking it out on him, she looked away and hid her pain.

“Go away,” she said in a low tone.

“Jean, do you really expect me to just leave you in a stupor at 6:30 in the morning?” said Scott, coming over and sitting down next to her.

Jean still didn’t look him in the eye. She was still trying to stop the tears. But a gentle hand on her shoulder made it impossible for her to push him away.

“Talk to me, Jean,” begged Scott, “What’s wrong? Is it Emma?”

“It could be,” she said, her voice thick with bitterness, “Or maybe it’s the fact you slept with her!”

Scott blushed profusely at her words. He was still trying to process it himself, but it was a big deal to Jean and he wasn’t about to let it go unresolved.

“It just…sorta happened,” stammered Scott.

“How does something like that ‘sorta’ happen, Scott?” said Jean with a scorn.

Shaking his head in exasperation, Scott struggled to put it into words.

“The date…turned into more than I thought it would. I didn’t expect it to happen. We just…came together.”

Jean finally turned to look him in the eye. She saw that Scott was serious. It wasn’t just some hormonal tryst. It actually meant something. Scott was never one to act impulsively. He was very careful and structured. And if there was more to their sex than just lust, then that complicated things.

“So why’d you do it?” asked Jean seriously.

Scott rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well aside from how she looks…” said Scott, pointing out the most obvious point, “We have some chemistry. Sure, it was a little awkward at first, but it’s definitely there. And…well, I think we’re official.”

“Official?” said Jean, “You mean…”

“Yeah…” said Scott, able to fill in the rest of the blanks.

Jean’s heart sank further. She took solstice that last night was the idea that Scott and Emma’s date was just that…a date. But it turned out to be a lot more serious. Not only did they have sex, they became a full-fledged couple. Jean didn’t know how to feel about that. She was dazed and confused at how much things had changed. A week ago she had been contemplating whether or not she should take a chance with Scott. Now they were both in their own relationships.

It was just as awkward for Scott. He had harbored a crush on Jean for a long time, but gave up on those feelings when she went out with Duncan. Then Emma came along and their friendship was being affected.

“I don’t like this Jean,” said Scott, breaking the silence, “We’re best friends for crying out loud! Why is me being with Emma making things between us so awkward?”

Jean looked at her friend with watery eyes and sighed. She had so many feelings she had yet to resolve. But she couldn’t tell him now. It was too late. The sooner she accepted that the sooner they could move on. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she reached for his hand and held it gently.

“You’re right, Scott,” she said, “But seeing you with Emma ws a major shock. She’s not exactly your typical high school sweetheart.”

“No argument there,” said Scott with a chuckle.

“I guess my relationship with Duncan isn’t helping. And neither is the fact the Professor is still repairing the damage I did to the infirmary.”

“But that’s not all, is it?” said Scott, squeezing her hand back.

“No. I just…I don’t want our relationships to get in the way of our friendship, Scott,” she said with yearning eyes.

“Me neither,” said Scott in a deep tone, “I’d never want to jeopardize that.”

“Then just tell me you’re sure about dating Emma,” said Jean, “If you like her and she likes you…”

Jean’s words soon trailed off, but Scott had enough to fill in the blanks. Looking into those beautiful green eyes that were forever obscured to him, his heart leapt up into his throat. Even though he and Emma really hit it off, he couldn’t forget how he felt for this girl. But if they were to move on, they had to get through this.

“I’m sure,” said Scott, laboring with each word, “Wh-what about you and Duncan?”

Biting her lip, Jean followed the same path. So many things would remain unsaid, but it was the only way to salvage their friendship.

“Yeah…I’m sure too,” she told him through the strain.

It was an uncertain resolution at best, but it was enough.

“So…no more awkwardness?” said Scott.

“No more awkwardness,” repeated Jean, “I promise.”

Jean gave Scott’s hand an affectionate squeeze, earning her a warm gaze from her friend. She smiled back, the tension between them easing somewhat as this new facet of their lives sunk in. They were both in relationships, yet they had feelings for one another. They still shared a strong bond that they never wanted to forget. If they couldn’t be lovers, best friends was the next best thing.

“So…where do we go from here?” asked Scott.

“Well first I’m going to tell everybody you and Emma got it on last night,” said Jean with half a smile.

“What?!” exclaimed Scott, “Jean you can’t…”

“It’s a joke, Scott,” groaned Jean, rolling her eyes.

“Oh…I knew that,” said Scott, blushing in embarrassment.

“Sure you did,” said Jean, laughing to herself, “You are so gullible, Summers.”

“Go ahead,” sighed Scott, starting to laugh as well, “Make fun of me. Everybody else in the mansion does.”

“It’s your fault for making it so much fun,” said Jean, leaning her head on his shoulder with a playful grin.

“Will anybody ever get tired of it?” he said, finally feeling himself lighten up.

“As a high level psychic I can safely predict…no.”

Scott and Jean shared another round of laughter. Their lives had become so complicated with their relationships. It didn’t help they still had feelings for each other, but to them friendship was more important now. It wouldn’t be easy. Feelings this deep didn’t go away overnight. But as they continued laughing, a voice interrupted them from behind.

“Laughing are we? And here I was thinking something was wrong.”

Looking up over the head of the couch, Scott and Jean saw Emma standing there wearing her thong from last night and Scott’s dress shirt. She looked confused, but thankfully she arrived just as they resolved everything.

“Nice clothes, Emma. And to think you spent all that money on fancy outfits,” said Jean with a bemused look.

“What? I can’t dress for convenience?” she shrugged innocently.

As messed up as their situation was, Jean swallowed the remnants of her uncertainty. Scott and Emma were together now. But if it meant keeping their friendship, she could live with that.

“Is something wrong?” said Emma, her tone growing more serious.

“Not anymore,” said Jean, getting up from the couch, “Sorry if I woke you up. I just needed to talk to Scott.”

Before Emma could ask questions, Jean slipped away and retreated back upstairs. The older blonde was confused. Being woken up at 6:30 in the morning was one thing, but being woken up while she was naked in bed with her boyfriend was more stress than a weekend should be. She was tempted to probe with her telepathy, but it was too early for that sort of thing so she let it go.

“What was that about?” said Emma as she walked over to the couch and slipped her arms around Scott from behind.

“Nothing…” he said distantly, “Just had to tie up some loose ends.”

“Whatever,” sighed Emma.

As she playfully rubbed her hands along his chest, Scott finally allowed himself to relax. He was glad to get this tension with Jean out of the way, but it still festered. Hopefully it would work out for the better. For now, he had a new relationship to manage.

“Wanna come back to bed?” said Emma in a low, enticing tone.

“Sure,” grinned Scott.

Taking her hand, he followed her back up to his room. It was still Saturday and there was plenty of time to sleep in.

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The institute residents eventually awoke later that morning and gathered in the dining room for breakfast. It wasn’t a full table though. Jubilee, Ray, Rahne, and Roberto chose to sleep in since they were up late watching movies. Rogue ate alone outside with her favorite book. Logan stuck around only for a cup of coffee before jumping on his bike and riding off. Evan did the same with his skateboard. And after a restless night, Jean finally managed to fall asleep and wasn’t up for the usual morning routine.

It was a fairly typical Saturday morning. Everybody was still in their pajamas and many still had bed-hair. The center of the table was strewn with the usual breakfast buffet that included eggs, hash browns, sausage, and bacon. But the mood amongst the team was a bit lower than usual. They recently learned that Tabitha left the team last night and some were taking it pretty hard, especially Amara.

“Where do you think she’ll go?” mused Amara, who was just swirling her food with a fork in a daze.

“I don’t know,” shrugged Kurt, who had been there when she left, “But zhe Professor left zhe door open for her to come back so she may not be gone for good.”

“For someone as stubborn as her?” chuckled Bobby, “Fat chance!”

“Bobby!” scorned Kitty.

“I’m just saying…” said the Iceman innocently.

“Do us all a favor,” muttered Amara “Either think first or freeze your mouth shut.”

“Whatever…” sighed Bobby.

Bobby didn’t give any more opinions. His honest input was clearly not welcome so he focused on finishing his bacon and eggs.

Just then Scott and Emma made their appearance. Naturally the boys stopped and took notice. She was now wearing her casual attire, which included white cotton pants and a tank-top. And for once she was actually wearing a bra. Smirking at the looks she got, she grasped Scott’s hand. While the mansion didn’t need to know about them having sex, she wasn’t afraid to let them know they were an item.

“Good morning everybody!” proclaimed Emma in an overly optimistic tone, “Nice to see some of you up before noon.”

“Don’t you look happy,” commented Kitty, “What happened? Buy yourself another thong?”

“Honestly, Kitty, must my dress sense be the butt of every joke?” sighed Emma.

“I don’t mind,” laughed Kurt.

“What guy wouldn’t?” said Sam under his breath.

That comment earned a scorn from Kitty, but none of the boys took notice. It wasn’t their fault she didn’t appreciate hot girls who dressed in provocative attire. Scott didn’t care to get involved with this one. He just pulled up a chair and served himself some bacon and sausage. Emma pulled up a seat next to him, but didn’t sit down.

“I’m going to get myself some orange juice,” she said, wrapping her arms around her lover from behind as he sat in the chair, “Want some, my darling?”

“Sure,” smiled Scott.

“I’ll be right back,” she purred in a soft tone.

Then, much to the shock of the rest of the table, Emma grabbed Scott by the chin and kissed him on the lips. Kurt had frozen with food still hanging out of his mouth and Bobby nearly spit out his juice. Everybody was wide-eyed at what they saw. It surprised Scott equally, but he didn’t resist and kissed back. When they parted the whole table was staring at him and he was blushing profusely. It was a hell of a way to announce to the world that he and Emma were involved.

“Whoa…” said Bobby.

“Dude!” exclaimed Kurt, “Did I just see vhat I zhink I zaw?”

“I think you did,” said Kitty with an equally shocked look, “If what you think you saw is what I saw that is.”

“I saw it too. I don’t need to think about it,” said Sam.

“Enough you guys!” said Scott in exasperation, “She just kissed me, okay?”

“On the lips?” said Amara with a raised eyebrow, “I may be from a hidden kingdom, but even I know what a kiss means.”

“Fine! I’ll save you the trouble!” groaned Scott as he took a deep breath, “Emma and I went out on a date last night. And we kinda hit it off.”

“Hit it off?” said Kitty with great intrigue, “So I guess that means…”

“Yes, Kitty,” sighed Scott, “We’re an item. Can we drop it now?”

“You wish!” laughed Bobby, “You mean to tell me that you went out with that beautiful girl and expect us not to say anything?”

Scott rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Call it wishful thinking,” he muttered.

“Dude! Zhis is big!” exclaimed Kurt, “It’s like you’re dating a supermodel!”

“Or a porn star,” chuckled Bobby.

“I heard that!” shot Scott, having had enough, “I know there are at least a million comments you guys want to make about me and Emma and I know how it’ll go. You’ll make one comment, I’ll retort, then you’ll tease me, and we’ll keep going around until one of us (usually me) storms off in anger. So why don’t we just skip it and lay out the facts. Yes, we went out on a date. Yes, we’re together now. And NO, you’re not entitled to details on our private life!”

“Okay! Okay! Don’t have an aneurism!” said Kitty, holding her hands up in defense.

“Yeah, take it easy man. Ve’re just curious,” said Kurt.

Scott took a few deep breaths and calmed down. He faced enough scrutiny from the others already for being the uptight leader of the X-men. He didn’t need his personal life put through the same mess.

Satisfied he had made his point, Scott returned to eating his breakfast. The others went back to their business as well, but some couldn’t stop snickering. It was a lot to take in. Scott Summers was dating Emma Frost. The boys couldn’t help but envy him. He was dating the hottest girl they had ever seen. At the same time it was also strange that he would hook up with a girl he barely knew for a week after pining over Jean for so long. But they shrugged it off, assuming they had just moved on.

Yet that didn’t stop some from pondering a few other curiosities.

“So are they real?” asked Bobby with a grin.

“Bobby!” yelled Scott.

“Just asking!” he laughed, finishing up his hash browns.

Scott let out another groan. Even after setting the record straight they still found ways to tease him. And chances were it wasn’t going to stop here. It was just one of the trade-offs he would have to endure now that he was dating Emma Frost.

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While the others ate, Jean took an extra long shower to relax herself after the early drama between her and Scott. The hot water cascading down her body helped wash away some of the stress. It was good she and Scott worked things out. There were still a lot of feelings she had to work through, but at the moment time was the best medicine for her. She had a weekend to unwind and plenty of distractions to keep her busy. And despite the complications, she took comfort in the knowledge she still had Scott’s friendship.

After Jean finished her shower, she slipped on her red robe rapped and dried her hair off with a pink towel. Grabbing her discarded sleepwear, she retreated to her room. But upon entering she found that someone was waiting for her.

“Nice robe,” grinned Emma, who standing by her beside, “Goes great with the hair.”

“Uh…thanks,” said Jean awkwardly, “Did you need something, Emma?”

“No, I just wanted to talk to you about something. You got a minute?”

An awkward feeling came over her. Emma Frost wasn’t exactly the first person Jean wanted to see after what happened earlier. Being her best friend’s girlfriend was tough to get around, but if she wanted to keep things pleasant between all three of them she would have to go along. Besides, it may be beneficial to get close to Emma. That way she could make sure her intentions with Scott were good.

“Okay, what is it?” she said, closing the door behind her.

“It’s about this morning,” said Emma, folding her arms across her chest, “I think we need to discuss it.”

“Oh…” said Jean, quickly growing tense, “Listen Emma, Scott and I…”

But before she could begin, Emma held her hand up and cut her off.

“I know,” she sighed, “I’m sure he told you all the juicy details. After all, you saw for yourself when you walked in on us.”

Jean let out a sigh of relief. She thought Emma was going to probe what she and Scott were talking about earlier. Thankfully it was just the sex part. Even though that was embarrassing in its own right, Jean would much rather discuss that than her ever complicated feelings for Scott.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” said Jean, lightening up a bit.

“It’s okay,” assured Emma, “I’m sure you enjoyed the view.”

“Emma, you don’t have anything I don’t and I’ve seen Scott shirtless more times than I can count,” said Jean, rolling her eyes, “I’m used to it.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate it,” shrugged Emma.

Jean’s gaze narrowed and Emma dropped it. This was serious and they didn’t need to go off debating how attractive Scott was.

“I’ll cut to the chase,” said Emma in a serious tone, “You know what happened between me and Scott last night. We made out in his room and then we had sex. We didn’t plan on it. It just happened. And as much as this place loves gossip I’d prefer the details of our sex lives stay private.”

Jean furrowed her brow and folded her arms. The image of seeing Emma naked in Scott’s bed still hung strong. But Emma wasn’t asking anything outrageous. In fact, it was probably a good thing she wanted to keep it secret.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” assured Jean.

“Thanks Jean,” smiled Emma, “It can be our little telepathic secret. And if you keep it well I just might be willing to share some hot details with you.”

“Uh…you don’t have to do that,” said Jean, holding her hands up in embarrassment.

“Why not?” laughed Emma, “Aren’t you curious? I certainly wouldn’t mind telling you how great Scott was in bed. He really knows how to use that body of his and I’m not just talking about his muscles.”

“Emma!” exclaimed Jean, “That’s my best friend your talking about!”

“So what? An attractive man is an attractive man. Don’t tell me you haven’t at least fantasized about it,” said Emma with a suggestive grin.

Jean blushed again. Emma was a lot more willing to discuss sex and wearing only her robe didn’t help. It was a reaction Emma couldn’t help but laugh at although it did make her worry. Jean Grey was an attractive woman. How could she be so uptight about something she had a natural gift for?

“Still prude I see,” sighed Emma, “That’s too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“I’ll manage,” she said, turning away.

But Emma wouldn’t let this go. Walking up to Jean, Emma placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her around.

“Darling, you shouldn’t be so antsy every time I mention the s-word. It’s all in good fun.”

“Maybe to you,” muttered Jean.

“It can be for you too,” said Emma, “I’ll prove it. Take off your robe.”

Jean’s eyes widened with shock and she hugged her robe shoulders tighter.

“My robe? You want me to strip naked?” she said in a bewildered tone.

“Just do it, alright?” said Emma, rolling her eyes, “I promise I won’t do anything the boys can fantasize about.”

It was a hell of a request and Jean had any number of reasons to refuse. She had enough problems with her powers so her sexuality often took a back seat. But Emma had shown herself to be much more open to the world of sex. She had insight Jean didn’t. And rather than argue, Jean decided to play along.

“Fine…” she said, undoing her sash and letting her robe fall to the floor.

A slight chill ran through her body the robe fell to the floor as she now stood naked before the older blonde. She had been naked around other girls before in the changing room, but never like this. Emma’s eyes ran up and down her body in a way that clearly sexual. Her face flushed with shyness and she instinctively covered her breasts with her arms. But Emma wouldn’t have it.

“Hey, don’t cop out on me,” said Emma, grabbing her arms and removing them from her breasts, “You’ve got nothing to hide and a lot to be proud of.”

Taking her hand, Emma led her to her full body mirror next to her dresser. There Emma stood behind her while Jean looked at her nude figure in the reflection.

“Look at yourself, Jean,” said Emma, tracing her hand down her side, “You’re a strong, sexy woman. You’ve got natural breasts most women would kill for. You’ve got slim, fit legs. You don’t have an ounce of fat or any unsightly blemish on your skin.”

“I appreciate the assessment, but what’s your point?” said Jean shyly.

“My point is you shouldn’t be afraid to embrace it,” said Emma, moving her hand over her breasts, “With a body like yours, your options are limitless. With the right clothes, any man could be putty in your hands.”

“So you’re saying I should just start jumping into bed with random guys?” said Jean.

“Of course not,” said Emma, moving her hand down her breasts and along her thighs, “I’m just saying you’re more sexual than you let on.”

“I’m a virgin in case you’ve forgotten,” argued Jean.

“True, but I think that’s because you hold back,” quipped Emma, “Everybody has a sexual side to them. Some are just more sexual than others.”

“You mean like you?” said Jean with a half smile.

“I think I qualify. Just ask Scott,” said Emma with a sultry grin.

Jean blushed at her comments, but Emma continued as she kept Jean’s focus on her body.

“I also think you’re very sexual,” said Emma, “I can tell by looking at how you take care of your body.”

“Funny, I thought I was just doing it for my health,” quipped Jean.

“Are you sure?” said Emma, slipping her hand lower, “If so, then why do you keep your pussy hair so nice and trim?”

“What? I…”

But before Jean could respond, Emma cupped her hand over her pussy and skillfully ran her fingers up her crevice. Immediately, Jean gasped in shock as a wave of sensations coursed throughout her lower areas. Being keen to sexuality, Emma was well adept at stimulating the body’s pleasure centers and Jean seemed especially sensitive. Her legs trembled at the strange feeling and she almost lost her balance. No one had ever touched her on her most private areas like this. But Emma seemed to know what she was doing as she fondled the area around her outer lips.

“Most people don’t embrace their sexuality,” Emma went on as she worked her index finger inside Jean’s pussy, “Now-a-days, sex is a dirty little secret that nobody is supposed to know about until they get married and have kids. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my line of work it’s that everybody has the same carnal cravings. It’s just a matter of accepting them.”

“Ohhhh…” moaned Jean

Smiling at her response, Emma slipped two fingers deep into Jean’s cunt and used her free hand and grasped one of her breasts. She tensed again and was really breathing hard. Hot sensations of arousal coursed through her body. She had experienced them before, but not like this. Moreover, she was actually enjoying them. And it seemed to prove Emma right.

“You need to accept what you feel, Jean,” said Emma, giving her nipple a slight pinch, “There’s nothing wrong with embracing your sexuality. It’s your body. You have the right to enjoy it.”

As if to make her point clear, Emma traced her fingers up her slit and gently rubbed Jean’s clit. The young redhead let out a sudden gasp, nearly falling over at the rush from her most sensitive area. She almost had an orgasm on the spot, but Emma let her go just in time. Now free Jean grasped the breast Emma had been touching and clutched her lower areas as she processed what just happened.

“See…you’re already wet,” grinned Emma in triumph, “Face it, Jean…you a sexy woman!”

Still looking at her naked body in the mirror, Jean slowed her breathing and took in what she experienced. Emma was right. She looked down at her pussy and saw that it was wet with arousal. It didn’t take much, but it was undeniable. She was sexual. Her body was so easily excited. She enjoyed it more than she was willing to let on. It left her feeling strange, but curious about herself. Maybe sex was worth exploring after all.

“Okay…you’ve made your point,” said Jean, turning around and folding her arms over her breasts, “I’m not a prude.”

“So why do you act like one?” inquired Emma.

“I don’t know,” said Jean, struggling to make sense of it all, “It just comes with the whole X-men role-model deal.”

“You think the others will look down on you if you were sexual?” said Emma with a skeptical glance.

“No, but…”

But Emma wouldn’t hear any more.

“Enough with the excuses already!” she groaned, “Who cares what they think? You can set an example and enjoy sex at the same time.”

“How do I do that?” said Jean cynically with both hands on her hips.

“I don’t know. Use your imagination,” shrugged Emma, “Get yourself a vibrator. Masterbate more often. Maybe get into thongs and lingerie.”

Jean looked strangely at her friend upon hearing such suggestions. This was strange advice she was offering, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth considering. If she was as sexual as Emma said she was, she’d have to take a good long look at her sexuality.

“And don’t forget that boyfriend of yours,” Emma went on, “Kiss him with your tongue or something. Let him feel you up every once in a while. And when you’re ready, take that final step and make yourself a real woman.”

“You mean give up my virginity?” said Jean warily.

“Well I could just say spread your legs and take it like a bitch, but that wouldn’t be good manners now would it?”

Jean looked at her awkwardly. Then Emma burst into laughter. Those looks were just too much. Emma never was one for subtlety. As vulgar as it was, Jean also found herself laughing as well. When put so crudely, it didn’t seem like such a big deal. And it got her thinking. Maybe it was worth taking another look at her sexuality.

“But seriously, Jean,” said Emma as the laughter subsided, “Don’t let anybody tell you what’s right for you. If you want to have sex, then you have every right to enjoy it. If you don’t that’s fine too. It’s your choice.”

“Thanks, Emma,” smiled Jean, “I’ll give it some thought.”

“And if you choose the first option…come to me,” said Emma with a suggestive grin, “I can definitely help.”

“Duly noted,” said Jean with a slight chuckle, “Can I get dressed now?”

The two girls shared another laugh. Emma almost forgot Jean was still naked, but she didn’t seem to mind. And in her eyes that was an important first step.

“Sure thing,” she said, turning to make her leave, “Unless, of course, you want me to show you a few ‘other’ techniques to enjoy your body.”

“I’ll pass,” said Jean with a bemused grin, “You have a boyfriend, remember?”

“He won’t mind,” shrugged Emma, “Hell, I’ll bet he finds it pretty hot!”

“One step at a time,” replied Jean.

“Fine…” sighed Emma, “Just having some good clean fun.”

Jean shook her head in amusement as Emma made her leave. After she was gone, Jean let out a content sight and let these events sink in. It was nice she had gotten through the awkwardness of her dating Scott, but now she gave her something else to think about. Emma was so open to sexuality and that was new for Jean. She put sexuality in a different light than she was used to and it left her with a world of possibilities.

Turning back towards the mirror, Jean looked at her naked body once more. She smiled at the beauty Emma pointed out. She did a few poses and admired the gift of beauty she had been blessed with. Jean Grey really did have a lot to be proud of. She had nice legs, a well-shaped butt, toned curves, and generous breasts. Turns out she was really sexy and for the first time she actually took pride in it. Maybe with a little consideration, she could learn to embrace it.

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Up next: Others comment on the latest hot couple while Emma gives Scott a sex lesson.