How To Make A Kitty Purr

Title: How To Make A Kitty Purr
Series: First Times and Fantasies
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Marvel and Fox - I'm just playing with them.
Feedback: Second only to ice cream.
Summary: This is a sequel to “First Times and Fantasies: Kitty’s Fantasy”. Rogue had her fantasy come true, now it’s Kitty’s turn.
Note: I was bombarded with so many requests to do a sequel where Kitty gets to have her way with Scott, that I caved. I hope you're not disappointed with the results.

It had been almost a month since the X-Women had shared their 'bedtime stories' and Jean had been more bothered by Kitty's revelation of her crush on Scott than she'd first let on. Jean found herself watching the younger woman more intently, especially if Kitty was anywhere in the vicinity of Scott. Jean had chosen not to share Kitty's fantasy with Scott, not out of concern for embarrassing the girl, but out of fear that Scott might actually entertain thoughts of doing something about it. Scott had never given Jean any reason to doubt his commitment to her, always respectful around other women, never flirting or leering. Even when Logan first arrived and flirted shamelessly with Jean and she'd not exactly discouraged it, Scott had never retaliated. Jean had no justification for worrying. So why was she?

Jean could think of two reasons. The first was the fact that a few days after their late night ice cream and alcohol fueled 'confessions', Rogue had made her fantasy with Logan come true. Not only did this leave Kitty the last remaining virgin of that little group, but it may have given her the hope and courage to make her own fantasy a reality. The second had to do with Jean herself. Right after that night, Jean discovered she had a yeast infection and had to be on antibiotics for two weeks, abstaining from sex for the entire duration of treatment. Then right after that she got her period, and it was another week of no intimacy. Now she was leaving to go to Washington, D.C with the Professor for another round of public relations on mutant rights. She and Scott hadn't been intimate for over a month and she knew he was getting extremely anxious about it. He'd told her that there were other ways for her to satisfy him, even if her body was off limits. It wasn't that Jean was selfish, only giving, if she was also receiving. It's just that she'd never been comfortable with oral sex, either doing it or being the recipient. She simply couldn't bring herself to give him a blowjob, and even the threat of Kitty had failed to spur her to do this one thing for Scott.

As she placed her suitcase in the trunk of the taxi that was to take her and the Professor to the airport, Jean felt a sudden twinge of regret that she hadn't overcome her reluctance and given Scott a 'going away' present this morning.

She turned to wave goodbye to Scott before climbing into the taxi next to the Professor and almost had a panic attack as she saw Kitty join him at the door, giving a little wave herself. Was Kitty smirking? Jean's imagination was going into overtime as she also envisioned Kitty giving her the finger. No, it was just a wave. Wasn't it? Then Jean did something unethical, she tried to probe the young girl's mind, but Kitty was successfully blocking her. That caused Jean to be even more worried. Why was Kitty blocking her? What was she hiding? The taxi drove down the long driveway and Jean couldn't do anything more about it. She'd just have to trust that Scott wouldn't be tempted by a girl half Jean's age, who was probably more than willing and perfectly able to give him what she hadn't been able to in more than a month. Jean sent Scott a telepathic "I love you" and was upset when he didn't respond. They weren't even off the grounds of the mansion yet, and already he wasn't even thinking about her. This was going to be a long week for Jean.

Scott had given a final wave to Jean and the Professor and turned to follow Kitty back into the mansion. Another whole week at least until the possibility his sex life could get back on track. Scott was frustrated beyond belief and found himself watching the sway of the hips of the young girl walking in front of him. The fact that Kitty was dressed in skin-tight jeans and an equally body molding top did nothing to help get his mind off his current frustrating love life. Before he could suppress it, a lewd thought crossed his mind and he fought hard to push it back down. Kitty was just a child and one of his students at that. The inappropriateness of the whole thing was almost overwhelming. Almost. The realization that Logan had taken Rogue into his bed entered his mind and Scott found himself reconsidering his position on the whole age/teacher matter. Scott was unaware of Kitty's crush on him or he'd have been even more nervous.

Following her into the kitchen, he sat at the long counter while she offered to fix them breakfast. Ten minutes later, Kitty placed a plate of delicious looking pancakes in front of Scott. As she pored the syrup over the steaming stack, Scott suddenly thought of another interesting use for the sticky substance and blushed furiously. Luckily for him, Kitty either failed to notice, or was too polite to mention it. Scott tried to make small talk as they ate, but found his mind drifting to various uses for the contents of the refrigerator - like the can of whipped cream, for example. Where the hell was this coming from? Finishing quickly, Scott excused himself and practically ran back to his room and jumped into a cold shower.

As it was Sunday, most of the students were either sleeping in or had already left for the day, for activities off the mansion's grounds. Jubilee was still in California visiting her friend Muffy and St. John and Bobby were among those playing out scenes from the movie "Coma". Logan was entertaining Rogue, rather loudly it would seem, in his room; which just happened to be next door to Scott and Jean's room. Somebody should remind those two that the rooms weren't soundproof. It was like listening to porno for the blind and it was doing nothing to help Scott's current condition. Dressing in a pair of cream colored chinos and a black cotton buttoned down shirt, Scott decided to head toward the Danger Room to see if putting himself through a fight simulation would help take his mind off of sex.

Walking past Kitty, Jubilee and Rogue's room, he noticed the door was open and Kitty was sitting at the desk immersed in what appeared to be schoolwork.

"Doing homework on a Sunday?" he asked.

Kitty jumped, obviously startled. She got even more nervous as Scott entered the room and casually strolled over to the desk.

"What are you working on?" he asked again.

"The report Miss Monroe assigned us about the impact of America's entry into World War II," Kitty replied, swallowing hard.

"How's it going?"

"Horribly. I hate the subject matter. World War II bores the hell out of me," Kitty admitted.

"It was a very important time in American History," Scott said.

"Yeah, I know, and I'm not being unpatriotic or anything, but I just can't bring myself to give a damn," Kitty replied.

"Is there something I can do to help? I minored in history in college," Scott offered.

He was now standing about a foot in front of her and Kitty suddenly had a flashback to the fantasy she'd shared with the others a month ago. A heat that started in the center of her body and radiated out claimed her, staining her cheeks pink. She had to get Scott out of here, before she did something to embarrass herself further.

"No, no. I'm fine. Thanks for offering though," she managed to get out.

"Okay. If you change your mind, I'm heading down to the Danger Room for a session, but I should be available in about an hour."

With that, Scott turned and left the room. Kitty let out a big sigh of relief and turned her attention back to the stupid report. Attempting to work on the report for the next forty-five minutes, she was unable to refocus and concentrate. Finally giving up, Kitty slammed the reference book shut and went over and lay down on her bed. Soon her mind was overcome with her favorite Scott fantasy and the fact that he'd been standing in her room less than an hour earlier only added fuel to the fire. She found herself running her hands over her breasts, imagining they were Scott's hands. Then she undid her jeans, reached her hand in and proceeded to pleasure herself. Mentally screaming his name as she brought herself to orgasm, Kitty finally admitted to herself that she wanted to make her fantasy come true, just like Rogue had done with Logan.

Scott meanwhile had finished giving the Danger Room "Logan" a thorough ass-pounding and was heading back to his room. Kicking Logan's holographic butt always gave Scott immense pleasure, however, today's session did nothing to relieve his real problem. Passing by Kitty's room, he decided to recheck to see if she'd changed her mind about accepting his help with her history report. Scott made the mistake of not knocking first and entered the room just as Kitty was at the peak of her orgasm. He wasn't sure who was more embarrassed.

"OH MY GOD........ SCOTT!" Kitty screamed.

"SORRY. SORRY!" Scott yelled completely mortified.

Kitty scrambled off the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Scott stood frozen to the spot, not sure what to do in this particular situation. He heard Kitty sobbing in the bathroom and went and knocked on the door.

"Kitty?" he asked softly.

When she didn't answer, he turned the knob and was surprised to find the door unlocked. He entered the bathroom and found her curled up in a ball in the far corner. Walking over to her, he kneeled down in front of her.

"Are you....... 'um........... okay?" he asked hesitantly.

"Don't look at me. I'm so embarrassed," Kitty pleaded.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just opened your door and walked in," Scott apologized.

"It's not your fault. I shoulda locked it in the first place," Kitty mumbled.

"Look, I realize this might not help, but everyone does 'that'. It's ........ normal," Scott offered.

"Do you?" Kitty asked, as she wiped her eyes.

"Um....... yeah, I........ 'er........ have....... 'um..." Scott replied awkwardly.

"Yanked your own chain. Dated yourself. Had a visit from Rosey Palm and her five friends........."

"KITTY!" Scott interrupted, "Yes, I've masturbated on occasion. Okay?"

"Why?" Kitty asked innocently.

"Why? What do you mean, why?" Scott asked, puzzled by the question.

"Why do you have to 'take care of yourself' when you live with Dr. Grey?" Kitty clarified.

"Because...... believe it or not, being in a relationship doesn't mean it's necessarily one big sex-a-thon," Scott replied.

"It does for Logan and Rogue," Kitty retorted.

"Yeah... well, they're in what's known as the 'honeymoon' phase. The novelty will wear off ...........eventually."

"Has the 'novelty' worn off for you and Dr. Grey?" Kitty asked boldly.

"I think it does for everyone. We're no exception," Scott replied wistfully.

"Do you think of having sex with Dr. Grey while you're doing.... ya know... 'that'?" Kitty inquired.

"Not always," Scott admitted.

This conversation was getting beyond strange. Here they were sitting on the bathroom floor discussing masturbation. Not exactly how Scott thought he'd be spending his Sunday morning. It was completely surreal.

"Who were you thinking of just now?" Scott asked bluntly.

"What?" Kitty replied nervously.

"Who were you thinking of, while you were doing that?" Scott reiterated.

"You," Kitty admitted quietly.

Scott reached over, ran his hand along her cheek and simply said, "Good."

He then stood back up, pulled Kitty to her feet, put her over his shoulder and stalked out of the bathroom with her. Depositing her on the bed, he walked over and shut and locked the bedroom door. He then sat down on the edge of the bed and Kitty scooted over and put her arms around his neck. Scott pulled her into his lap, leaned down and captured her mouth with his. Kitty parted her lips and Scott took the opportunity to sink his tongue into her warm, inviting mouth. He could still taste the maple syrup from earlier. She tasted delicious. When they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for breath.

"We shouldn't do this," Kitty managed to say.

"I know, this is so wrong," Scott agreed as he crushed his mouth to hers again.

They fell back onto the bed and were soon exploring each other with curious hands. Scott cupped Kitty's delicate breasts through the soft material of her top, while she ran her hands over his cotton covered well muscled chest. Kitty started to undo the buttons of the black shirt, but grew impatient and simply ripped the shirt open, sending little black buttons flying everywhere. Scott laughed as he shrugged the shirt off, tossed it on the floor and proceeded to relieve Kitty of her top. Next, Scott undid her jeans, pulling them down past her narrow hips. He slid them off the rest of the way and added them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. This left Kitty clad in only a black lace bra and matching thong. From the appreciative look on Scott's face, she knew she'd made the right decision in having taken Jubilee's advice for once and replaced her nun's undies with something sexier.

Scott stood up, undid the belt on his chinos and slid the zipper down. Giving a little shimmy as he lowered the pants, Kitty let out a low giggle and then an appreciative sigh as she noticed that their Fearless Leader apparently went commando. She then swallowed hard and let out a low "Wow" as she saw that Scott was even more impressive than she'd fantasized.

Sitting up, Kitty reached behind her, undid the clasp on her bra, pulled it off and tossed it aside. Scott sat down on the bed, cupped one breast, leaned down and licked at the nipple gently. Who knew a barely B-cup could turn him on so much? Kitty sighed audibly as he drew the little bud into his mouth and sucked it tenderly. He then treated the other breast to the same attentive ministrations. Kitty meanwhile, boldly reached out and touched Scott's cock, surprised by the smoothness and heat of it. She stroked him up and down the length of his shaft as he continued worshipping her body with his mouth.

Pushing Kitty onto her back, Scott proceeded to press butterfly kisses onto her flat little stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel, before going lower. Hooking his fingers into the edges of the black lace thong, he lowered it slowly and teasingly. Tossing the panties over his shoulder, Scott gently pushed Kitty's legs apart and leaned down to taste what had been previously hidden. Kitty thought she would come undone at just that first contact, as Scott's tongue touched her so intimately. He licked at her, brushing his tongue over her clit, until she thought she'd die from the ecstasy. It didn't take long for her to reach climax, exploding in a wave of sheer pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Scott crawled up her body and kissed her tenderly, giving her a taste of a mixture of maple syrup and her own juices. As she lay there panting, still quivering from the aftershocks, Scott began plying her neck with moist open-mouthed kisses.

"Scott. Oh, Scott," she murmured.

"Do you want me?" he whispered against her ear.

"Yes. Please, oh, yes...... I want you," she cried in response.

Scott then broke contact enough to reach down to his pants, withdraw his wallet from the back pocket and retrieve a condom. Tearing open the small foil packet, he removed the contents and sheathed himself quickly and efficiently.

Looking down at Kitty he asked, "Are you sure about this? I can stop if you want."

"Scott if you stop now, so help me God, I'll tackle you and rape you if I have to," Kitty replied.

Scott let out a chuckle at the thought of sweet little Kitty getting so aggressive. Pulling her toward him slightly, he pushed her legs apart and settled himself between them. Guiding himself to her entrance, he put just the head of his cock into her. Slowly easing in until he bumped against her hymen, Scott gave Kitty a hard kiss as he thrust through the barrier and was enveloped in her completely. A sharp pain, not unlike getting stabbed, knifed through Kitty sharply and she practically screamed into Scott's mouth. Scott didn't move, allowing her time for the pain to subside. Once he saw her face finally relax, he pulled out just a little and then slowly pushed back into her tightness again. He then began a gentle thrusting making sure that the pain was replaced with pleasure. Soon Kitty was moving beneath him, wiggling her hips slightly and wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his butt. With more encouragement, soon Scott was increasing the pace of his thrusting. Kitty lifted her hips to meet his movements and they were rocking in sync. Scott angled himself so that his cock was putting pressure on her clit with each lunge.

Pleasure ripped through Kitty as a tingling sensation started deep within her and quickly spread throughout her entire body. Her inner muscles tightened their grip on Scott's cock as the orgasm engulfed her and she felt like she'd been hurtled into the sun, the heat was so intense. She screamed his name as she came apart in his arms. Scott gave a couple more quick thrusts and then erupted in his own climax. He collapsed against her, spent and satisfied. Withdrawing from her and taking just enough time to remove the condom, Scott gathered Kitty into his arms. They wrapped their limbs around each other, snuggled together and drifted off into a contented sleep.