Lessons

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Jonathan Starsmore fell back onto the bed and stared at the spinning fan about him as it wafted the summer breeze. He had just been through what he considered the most grueling torture imaginable. The ‘tests’ Xavier had set up to see how when his powers had developed over the school term seemed to be nothing more than seeing how fast they could pound him. It wasn’t so much as the physical testing as much at the mental beatings he received. Evidently they didn’t think he had developed his telepathic talent enough. But that didn’t matter anymore, they were done for the day and he had another ten hours before they would drag him back into the torture chamber again. His only thoughts as he drifted were of sleeping until then.

‘You really should work on developing your mental talents, Chamber’ a familiar voice spoke in the darkness of his mind.
Regaining enough awareness to realize that someone was speaking telepathically to him he mentally looked around for the source. ‘I got ‘nough mental talent. I ‘aven’t reason nor want to go rummaging around in someone thought and memories.’ He replied still looking around.

‘Telepathy is a lot more than just looking through someone’s mind and knowing what they are thinking’ she said, ‘It’s about existing and thinking on whole other level a whole new world’

‘Thanks but no thanks. I got ‘nough trouble in the real world. I don’t need to go mucking about in another one. It ain’t nothing but trouble there.’

‘You do yourself a disservice Jono’ at these word the darkness dissolved to reveal him standing it the guest room he had been given for his stay. A familiar redhead in a overlong button up shirt sitting on the edge of the bed before him. “Telepathy can open the door to many possibilities you haven’t yet considered,” Jean continued as she rose and walked up to him. “ For example, I know you are concerned about your face and the brutal facts are that you may never be able to physically reconstruct it. But it a telepathic mind scape your face could be whole.” Jean said as she slide her hand above the bio-nuclear flames about where his lower jaw and chest would be.

‘That’s all well and good but it would a bloody illusion, not real’ Jono said empathically as he caught her hand along his nonexistent jaw.

“That is where you are wrong. A mind scape is not a world of illusions it is simply a world not confined to physical one. While experiences in a mind scape may or may not be reflected in your physical form they are just as real,” as she said this Jean ran her hand down the side of his face, over his jaw and down onto his chest.

“Wot the.. ” Jono started as he felt her hands on his chest. Looking down he was startled to see his whole body before him, whole and in one piece, ....and naked. “Bloody ‘ell” he Yelped as he tried to cover his privates with his hands.

“What is the matter, Jonathan? If this is a world of illusion then what is trouble with being naked. It is not real after all.” Jean stated with a coy mock-innocent expression as she looked him over.

“Alright, alright you made your point! It real already. I ..” Jono anxiously said before being cut off by Jeans lips. Her tongue pressed against his lips demanding entrance to which he instinctively granted. An eternity later the searing kiss ended and she pulled away from him.

“No, I don’t think you fully understand just how real this world is.” With that she slowly began undoing her shirt and let is fall to the floor.

Jono watched in a daze as Jean stepped out of the shirt puddled around her feet. His eyes worked their way up slowly. Her smooth firm legs with flawless skin, her trimmed red bush around her glistening sex, flat , firm abs, and large breasts capped with dark pink tips. His gaze met her as she reached over and pulled him to her. Their body meshed together as she wrapped her arms around him. The heat from their bodies mingling as she pressed up against him pressing every inch of her against him. As her breasts pressed against his chest, he could have swore he felt his non-existent heart beating like an innocent youth in his first encounter. He hardly noticed their movement until she had pulled them both down onto the bed.

He pulls himself up, arms on either side of her and looks down at her. He notices her flushed face, a pinking that travels down to her chest, and her quickened breath. Catching the look of lust in her eyes equal now to his own, he lowers himself into her kiss. His hands wandered her form, taking in her womanly curves and firm breasts. He felt her trimmed bush brush against his member as she thrust her hips in silent entreat. After positioning himself, he pressed himself into her, groaning as he felt her moist sheath envelope him. Silently they settled into a rhythmic dance, neither speaking nor wanting to as they built to their sexual climax. His passion exploded into her, shooting repeated stream into her grasping tunnel. His cries mirrored hers before he collapsed against her.

Rolling over beside her, he panted “ Point well made,”

“I’m glad to here that,” Jean said as she curled against him. “But I think you could use a reminder now and again,” she said with a seductive grin.

“I might at that.”

Rising early the next morning Jono meander toward the kitchen. Turning past the final corner into the kitchen. He had arrived just in time to see Jean reaching up into the cabinet for a mug, her white button up shirt pulled up revealing the smooth bare curves of her rear.

‘Morning Jono’ she said without turning, ‘Ready for you telepathy lessons?’ Reaching behind her she pulled the end of her shirt up, blatantly flashing him before facing him with a grin.

‘Yep’ Jono summed up nicely