Jenga (revised)

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"Well, that was a complete flop!" said Paige as she entered the rec. room from the main hall. "There is zero chance of going to a moonlight concert in this storm."
"I know, but there is no accounting for the weather unless you're Ororo," added Warren as he followed Paige. "I guess we 're stuck here for the night."
"I was honestly looking forward to this concert," sighed Paige.
"As oppose to dishonestly looking forward to it?" quipped a voice from the center of the room. A hand popped up from the couch before Bobby rose from lying on the couch and made his presence known.
"Oh, Bobby," startled Paige, "I didn't know you were here."
"Hey Bobby! No plans for this fine evening, "said Warren with a hint of annoyance at the adverse weather.
"Nah, just loafing it tonight. Me and 360 channels of mind rotting nothing." Bobby stated holding up the TV remote.
"Care to join me, seeing as Mother Nature has put the kibosh on your moon-light rendezvous."
"It was a concert, not a rendezvous." Excused Warren
"Uh-huh Pull the other one Wings," said Bobby with a knowing smirk.
"Sure, why not. Maybe there is a good play one the Arts Channel," Paige broke in trying to forestall one of their famous verbal duels. Taking the remote from a distracted Bobby, she turned on the TV and turned to the Arts channel only to be assaulted with a load burst of static.
"Looks like the cable is out," sighed Paige, looking questionable towards Bobby.
"Yep, all three hundred and sixty channels," lamented Bobby. "Hence the reason it was off, Hence a bored Iceman."
"Well, how about a board game pardon the pun," suggested Paige.
"Not a bad idea Paige," added Warren. "Any suggestions?"
"It'll be a short list, bird-boy. Other that Hank's checker board that's it." Muttered Bobby.
"I guess that is one of the hazards of having the mansion demolished every two weeks," added Warren.
"I guess it is chess or checkers then," Paige concluded.
"We can"
"Aww man" interrupted Bobby. "No way Paige!"
"Hear her out, Bobby," Warren scolded, annoyed that Bobby had interrupted her.
"Forget it, Wings," bit Bobby. "That is a recipe for lameness and we both know it. Neither one of us can play worth crud," he added in a milder tone.
"You' re the one who was bored Bobby, but I don't see you coming up with any better ideas," Warren said, still aggravated by Bobby's attitude.
"Hey, what's all the noise about?" called a voice from the kitchen as Jubilee entered with a bag of chips and a coke.
"Jubilee? I thought you were out catching a late matinee." Paige said to her former Generation X classmate.
"I decided to catch the evening showing at that old drive in fer the hell of it, but I guess that is out of the question," Jubilee said as she sat on the arm of the recliner.
"So what's on the tube?" the young Asian asked as she slid down and over onto the center of the chair.
"Nothing, the cable's out," said Warren as he eased down in to the recliner across from her. "We were having a disagreement on what to do for the evening entertainment. When you walked in."
"Ah Well, then just to add my two cents in: I got to agree with Bobby, board games would be lame. All we have is chess or Leech and Artie's games for the Mass. Acad. Shoots and ladder aren't my idea of entertainment."
"Isn't," corrected Paige absentmindedly. "And if you have any better ideas we 're listening."
"Let's see board games are out, Bobby can't play cards to same his life. So how about something like Dominoes or that Jenga game," Jubilee chirped.
"Think Beast has some Domino tile stashed away somewhere," Paige said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but good luck finding it," added Bobby.
"He probably has it somewhere in the lab," Jubilee said as she slid out of the chair with the hiss of denim against the chair fabric.
"You shouldn't go snooping around in there, Jubilee. I think he has some new research project started," Warren said.
"Meaning it is a complete mess. Scratch that idea. What about Jenga," commented Jubilee.
" I do not think we have Jenga, Jubes," Bobby said as he sat upright, admiring the tight jeans as they accentuated Jubilee's legs.
"Sure we do. I saw Paige sneak it in last Thursday."
"Umm That wasn't Jenga, Jubilee," Paige said quickly.
"Sure it was. I saw through the plastic bag clear as day. Hold on a minute, I'll get it." Jubilee said as she darted towards Paige's room.
"Jubilee.." Paige called fruitlessly as Jubilee left earshot. A few moments later Jubilee appeared at the doorway.
"Jubes come, Jubes bring Jenga, yes?" Bobby cracked.
"Not exactly, Iceboy," said Jubilee as she lifted up a rectangular box. "You learn things everyday." Drawled Jubilee with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I never knew you had it in you, Paige."
Bobby perked up as the scene started. Paige obviously had been hiding something. Something Jubs knew about, and judging by the wicked glint in her eyes, it was something good. "OK, Jubs, you got our attentions. What is it?" Bobby asked.
"Bobby, it really isn't any of " Paige started.
"It's Jenga alright. The Naughty version, if you know what I mean." Jubilee said slyly as she held up a rectangular box covers with comical picture of partly dressed people.
"You're kidding me! The Naughty version?! I've heard some interesting things about some of those." Bobby said half laughing as Paige turned red.
"Oh God kill me now." Moaned Paige.
"Paige, what on earth were you thinking?"
"I was saving it for me and Warren for later, way later," said Paige as she peaked out between her fingers that covered her blushing face. "I don't think I would have even told Warren I had it. It was just some stupid idea."
Jubilee tossed the box to Bobby as she crossed the room and sat down in the recliner. After waiting a moment as silence settled Jubilee spoke up. "Are we going to play it or not?" Jubilee asked nervously.
"Jubilee, I really don't think that is a good idea. After all you and Paige as still a too young for this kind of stuff." Warren said in a voice that reminded everyone of Scott.
"Why not? Me and Paige are old enough, and its not like we're making a porno, it's just a game after all. If things get colossally heavy, we'll just quit playing."
"Because.. because we can't," a mortified Paige added.
"Nice reasoning, Paige. Again 'Why Not?' I can't say we're all mature adults, not with Bobby here, but I think we can all handle a little embarrassment. Hell, Paige spends half her time naked in public, for crying out loud."
"She has a point. I mean Paige may have bought it for her and Warren, but you can't really play Jenga with only two people, so she must have though about adding others, even if it wasn't on a conscious level. Besides, I'm not turning down a chance to see Paige or Jubilee naked. Too bad Ororo isn't here." Bobby said as he opened the box and flipped the stack of multicolored blocks neatly onto the coffee table.
"Fine we'll play but if things get"Warren started.
"Yeh, yeh, save it for someone who is listening. We know the deal." Bobby interrupted, earning a glare from the feathered mutant. "Paige, your game, your first."
She reached for one of the Blocks and pulled it out. "'Tell of the first time you had an orgasm.' First time was in the bathroom at my old school. Happy? Who's next?" Paige rattled out at breakneck speed.
"Sorry, Paige. You're not getting off that easy. We want the full scoop. A regular narrative." Jubilee said as Paige squirmed. "Think of it this way, you probably won't be the only to get embarrassed." Jubilee added.
Paige relented. "Fine, but if this gets out, someone's going to die. I was ditching a French test that I had forgotten to study for when I saw Miss Carson, the teacher who was on hall monitor duty that day, come down the main hall. So I made a dash for the bathroom. Apparently she had to go to the bathroom too. So I hid in one of the stalls, but I wasn't sure if she has seen me or not. So I dropped my pants and just sat there waiting for her to hurry up and leave. I was so scared that I couldn't sit still and I started to touch myself. Back then they didn't teach sex-ed until a year later, so I didn't have a clue about sex and masturbation except for the stuff farm life had taught and that was basically reproduction. So basically I was rubbing myself till I found a spot that made me fell good. The teacher apparently was trying to wash out a fresh ink stain from her blouse. Needless to say, it took a long time so I was stuck there fore a while. I though it was just nerves I was feeling until I practically shot off the stall when I came rather loudly. I told the teacher that I was having stomach ache from lunch, but I don't think she bought it. Worst part is that the test was postponed, and the class was turned into a study period," Paige concluded, surprised that she was quite as embarrassed as she though she would be.
"Only you would be upset about missing study hall," Jubilee said. "Although I'm glad to see that you weren't always a teacher pet."
"Easy for you to say, you didn't get grounded for skipping." Paige muttered.
"I thought the teacher let it slide." Bobby said.
"The teacher – yes, my mother – no."
"Anyway, who's next?" Bobby asked. "Jubilee?"
"Sorry Bob-o, I'm a fan of the old "Boy, girl, boy, girl" system". It's you or Wings." Jubilee responded.
"Will you two cut it out, I'll go," Warren said.
Reached forward he pulled a block. "'Name the most time you had sex or masturbated in a day." Warren rolled his eyes and muttered something about seeing that coming. "Sixteen times, I got a hold of some Playboys video when I was about 15 or so."
"Ah man, that is so lame." Wined Bobby
"Every teenager has had a jerk marathon with a dirty magazine. You got to do better than that." Jubilee complained.
"What can I say, I was pretty average before my wings grew in," shrugged Warren.
"'Before' implies an after, you're lying, 'fess up" Bobby pounced, leaning over to glare at his friend.
"Sorry, Bobby, that's it. Your turn," Warren quipped enjoying Bobby's irritation.
Muttering under his breath Bobby carefully pulled a bloc loose and read it. "What is the most erotic dream you ever had?" OK, that would have to be the one with Jean, Polaris, and the Scarlet Witch. Basically it started out in one of those oil wrestling rings"
"OK, time out, seen this flick. Unless Warren wants to hear this story, let's call it done." Jubilee broke in, ignoring Bobby's complaints. "War?"
"No reason here, he told me this one years ago."
"Then I guess it is my turn. Here goes," she said as she pulled a block and silently read it. "That is so my luck," she groaned. "Well, it was my idea to play this game." She continued "This doesn't leave the room, ever!"
Quietly she got up from the recliner and moved in from of the TV, where everyone could see her. She flipped over shoes and kicked them aside before starting to undo her belt.
"Jubilee, what are you doing?" Warren asked slightly disturbed at the seeing what his young friend was doing.
"My dare," she answer succinctly. "Don't look if you don't want to."
Angling her body in a try to hide as much of herself as possible, she slowly pulled off her jeans, revealing a pair of blue panties. The panties molded itself to her young body like a second skin. The outline of her mound was clearly visible through the almost transparent material as she moved. Pulling up the straps of her panties, briefly revealing a glimpse of black hair. "Knew I should have worn a different pair today." She muttered nervously. Pausing for a moment as a cheeky grin appeared on her face, she turned to fully face her friends. Slowly she pulled down her panties, revealing her well-trimmed patch of silky black hair. Holding her arms up, she turned around slowly while counting.

Bobby watched as Jubilee undid her belt, her eyes almost catching his as she scanned the room before turning almost completely around to hide herself. He found himself admiring her body as she peeled off her jeans, her smooth firm legs, tight ass clad in thin blue material. He felt himself harden as she kicked the jeans away, the movement bonding the panties to her and outlining her sex. The fabric reminding him of body paint as it followed her contour, pouty lips with a neat patch resting above them, pressed against the material. He felt himself startle as she hooked her fingers around the waistband and slowly draw them down. The level cut of the blouse leaving it rippling just above her hips, accentuating her youthful figure and adding a erotic note to the picture. He drank in the sight of her as she turned around, catching glimpses of silky black hair and fleshy lips. His mind was wondering what it would be like to feel her, to cup her sex and press firmly against it.

Jubilee stopped, just catching the last bit of a conversation.
"…can do what she wants. She is obviously old enough to make her own decisions." Bobby said.
"That is still not appropriate for a girl her age to be stripping down like that," Warren lectured.
"Hey, no one forced her to do it. And I didn't see you trying to stop her. So button it and enjoy the view," Bobby said, his eyes roaming over Jubilee' s ass as she started to pick up her cloths. Bobby noticed that she kept her legs straight as she bent over, which revealed her flesh peaking out from between her legs. Catching her eye he could have sworn she had winked at him before quickly moving behind the recliner to dress.
"Hope y'all enjoyed the show," she remarked as she settled back into the recliner with a grin. ‘That wasn't actually that bad. Kinda got a kick out of it,' she though to herself.
"Oh my god! I can't believe you just did that!" Paige chocked out, half-laughing despite herself.
"I'll say," Bobby laughed before letting loose a wolf whistle. "Do it again"
"Bobby!" Warned Warren.
"Your turn, Hayseed," Jubilee broke in, "and this time make it hot!"
Picking a block Paige carefully read it aloud. "'Tell of an incident of public erotica.'" Paige paused for a minute. "Well, I can't think of any one involving sex, but I do recall an incident with Warren by the pool involving a phone call."

Paige was having a great tie - not only was there a distinct lack of activity at the mansion but she had finally gotten some time alone with Warren. She had bought a new swimsuit just for this occasion. They had decided to spend the day at the lake and enjoy the warm weather.
Having just finished a few laps and a healthy dose of fun, namely splashing each other with Warren having the distinct advantage with his wings, they were resting in lawn chairs. Paige was sitting on Warren's lap and leaning back against his well-muscled chest. Paige shifted slightly into a more comfortable position and noticed a slight bulge pressing against her bottom. She smiled to herself, guessing that Warren liked the new suit, what little there was of it.
Her musings were interrupted as she felt fingers sliding along her arms and ‘coincidently' brushing up against her breasts before circling her waist.
"As much as I hate to do this, I just remembered I was suppose to call one of my people about a merger." Warren excused, hoping Paige would move and not notice the effect she was having. "I left my phone at the mansion," he continued as he gently tried to nudge Paige off his lap.
Not willing to let him of so easily, Paige said, "No problem, I have my cell phone right here."
Bending over to the reach the table at the foot of the chair Paige pressed firmly against the bulge and felt it twitch before sliding between her ass cheeks. Handing him the phone, she settled into a sitting position high on his lap to give him room to make his call. Rolling her hips gently to gain a more comfortable position, she felt his cock suddenly jump as it slide along her ass. She felt Warren place a hand on her thigh, a silent plea for her to stop. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught Warren's eye and gave him a wicked smile before slowly rolling her hips again. Once, twice, slowly and steadily she moved, revealing in the sensation as Warren's flesh slide beneath her. Flexing he muscles she hear him groan as his body tensed. He made a weak excuse to the person on his phone. She sped up her rhythm to a steady roll, her body growing hot as his hips reflexively matcher her movement. She listened to his ragged breath as he assured his employee that it wasn't a bad time, feeling a perverse pleasure as she set out to prove him wrong.
Paige realized that the man could probable hear her own breath, suddenly aware of how loud she was becoming. She felt the hot slickness between her legs, a betrayal of her body at the thought of being caught. She continued to roll her hips, the almost taboo nature and risk that she was being heard sinking her deeper into lust. She absentmindedly noticed that Warren has stopped talking and had placed his hands on her waist to steady her as they ground against each other, until her hips bucked uncontrollable as the tension became too great. Her muscles spasmed as liquid fire exploded from her slicked passage. A cry ripped from her throat, half-scream, half-groan, as she abandoned all semblance of retrain. Recovering, she found herself leaning back against Warren, his arms wrapped around her. Before she drifted off into a blissful dose she wondered about the call.

"Damn," said Bobby, shifting in his seat.
"Shit, that was hot," added Jubilee.
"Definitely one for the books," Warren agreed, his mind going back in remembrance.
"Did you finish the call?" asked Bobby.
"No, When I picked up the phone the line was dead. He claimed that I hung up on him but I doubt it." Warren answered with an embarrassed shrug.
"Your turn, Wings," Jubilee broke in.
Warren pulled a block and silently read it before grimacing. "Can I pick another one please? " Warren asked, looking from Jubilee to Paige and finally Bobby.
"Sorry, War, but what you got is what you got," was Bobby's response.
"You really don't want me to," Warren warned.
"Yes I do"
"No you don't"
"Yes I do"
Bobby and Warren bantered between each other until they were nose to nose.
"No you don't!"
"Yes I do, and that's final!"
"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you," Warren said singsong before grabbing Bobby by the top of his shirt and kissing him fully on the lips. Bobby's eyes bugged out as Warren used his tongue.
"Bleack!"
Bobby pulled away from Warren and wiped his tongue on his shirt sleeve. He repeatedly tried spitting out the taste in his mouth and the memory of the last thirty seconds.
Paige and Jubilee watched as Warren pulled Bobby into a classic kiss, just like the movies. They sat for a second before busting into hysterics at Bobby's reaction.
"He he got him good." Jubilee croaked out between fits.
"Did you see the look on his face.." Paige responded, unable to continue as she doubled over with a fit of laughter
"I did warn him," Warren said straight-faced, as he wiped his own mouth.
"What the heak did you do that for?" Bobby cried.
" I told you that you wouldn't like it." Warren said. "And I tried to talk you out of it, but you insisted. 'Kiss a member of the same gender and use tongue', " Warren quoted.
"So what, you find me attractive?" Bobby asked, annoyed at himself for walking into that gag.
"Bobby, you're the only other male in the room. You won by default." Paige snorted
"Paige! Don't tell him that. You'll hurt his feelings." Teased Jubilee.
"What are you talking about? Bobby's gay?!"
"I am not gay!" ranted Bobby.
"Could have fooled me. You're sure pitching quite the tent." Jubilee taunted as she pointed toward the large budge in his pants. "You that big or are you packing socks?"
"Hey!" cried Bobby as Jubilee made a grab for his package. "Warren had nothing to do with that. I have Paige to thank for it."
"Oh, so you're moving in on Paige." Jubilee said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"I am not interested in Oh, just shut up!" Bobby said, belatedly realizing he was being baited. "And yes, it's that big."

Bobby pulled a block and carefully read it. "Oh please, even Warren's was better that this." He complained.
"What is it?" inquired Paige.
"'Take of you pants until the end of the game'," Bobby quoted.
Jubilee watched as he undid the button and started to slide his pants down. Bending over he pulled his feet out from the crumpled pile before kicking them to the side. The ends of his shirt partially covering his smiley covered boxers.
"There. Satisfied?" Bobby mock-huffed, thinking inwardly that his dare was rather lame and not noticing the conversation being whispered between Paige and Jubilee.
"Nope," responded Paige before he felt her hand slide up his leg, under his boxers, and onto his butt. He felt her hand firmly squeeze his check before Paige pulled back, using her powers to form a small blade that cut away his boxers and left them in shreds on the floor.
"Hey, those were my favorite pair," complained Bobby. "What's the big idea anyway?"
"I just realized that you boys have been getting off easy. Ya'll suck at story telling and your dares are weak. So I decided that we need to even the scale a bit." Paige said as she returned her hand to normal.
"In other words. It's time the girls got to see a 'full Monty', " Jubilee quipped, while watching Bobby's rapidly stiffening shaft twitch in time with his pulse.
"That's when they're fully naked, Jubilee," Paige corrected.
"Hey, who knows what the future holds," Jubilee responded with a wicked smirk.
"Fine, but Paige own me three fifty for a replacement pair," Bobby broke in, pulling his shirt ends down to try and cover himself.
"Dude, who knew you were such an exhibitionist," quipped Jubilee as he headed for his seat.
"I'm not," replied Bobby.
Jubilee just snorted and pointed to his stiffened cock that poked out from under his shirt. She watched as he tried fruitlessly to cover himself to no avail. Letting her gaze move downward she admired his well-muscled legs and thighs and as much of is firm ass as she could see. His muscled flexed as he shifted his weight. The heat grew in her as she thought of how he would feel in her hands.
"Enough already, Bobby," Warrens declared, interrupting Jubilee's lecherous thoughts.
Bobby spared him a glare before sitting down and leaning forward to cover as much as possible of himself. "Your turn, Jubilee."
The young Asian carefully pulled a block from the base and read it silently. "Can I take a skip and try again?" she said as she nervously licked her lips. "I don't think anyone is quite ready for this yet."
"Sorry, Jubilee, I just got kissed by Feathers here, you have to do whatever yours says." Bobby insisted, reaching for Jubilee's block.
"Just for that it ain't going to be you," she said, earning a puzzled look from everyone. "Then can I hold off until my next turn and do both?" she asked.
"Sure, why not," conceded Warren.
"OK" Paige said with a shrug.
"Thanks." Jubilee said as she put the tile on the top of the stack. "Your turn Paige."
Paige pulled a tile and silently read it before blushing a deep red. "Ummm.." she said as her eyes darted to each person as she nervously bit her lip.
"What does it say?" asked Bobby as he reached for the tile in Paige's grip. Another had quickly intercepted his and snatched it for Paige's hand.
"'Masturbate'," Jubilee read with a smirk, "Seems fairly straightforward to me."
"I can't just do that!" Paige squeaked. "I mean it is one thing to tell a tale but..." she trailed off.
"Come on Paige," sighed Jubilee exasperated. "Bobby's half naked with a boner, I've flashed everyone, and Warren kissed another man on the lips. I doubt any of us will end the game with any modesty left."
"Look, if it will make you feel better I'll tell you mine," she continued before she leaned over and whispered into her ear.
Paige's eyes widened as Jubilee told her what she would be doing. "You're not seriously going to do that?" Paige squawked.
"'Course I am," murmured Jubilee. "I doubt he'll complain. That's the whole point of the game. " Then in a louder voice "Come on, Paige, it's time to give the boys a show."
"Move, Warren," Paige said as she pushed Warren from his seat beside her. Warren had settled into the recliner and Jubilee settled next to Bobby.
Paige leaned against the back of the couch and slowly slipped her hand down under her skirt. She slid her finger over the top of the mound, trying to elicit some response but getting none. She continued trying to arouse herself, pressing harder against her sensitive flesh that was minutes ago tingling with excitement. Her frustration and nervousness showed on her face as a voice echoed her thoughts.
"That's never going to work," Jubilee murmured just loud enough to be heard. "You'll have to loosen up a little."
As Paige twisted on the couch laying along it length, Jubilee moved beside her. "Show time, hayseed," Jubilee whispered as she knelt beside the couch. Paige removed her hand from under her skirt and gripped the sides of it. She lift herself up slightly as she pulled her skirt down to the mid-thigh, pausing before Jubilee assisted in pulling it the rest of the way off. Slowly she ran her hands over Paige's inner thigh, occasionally brushing over her white panties-clad mound. The cool air was teasing her heated flesh as it drifted over her.
She stiffened slightly as she felt Jubilee's hand cup her ankle and beginning a leisurely trip up her leg, teasing her behind her knee. Their hands brushed as Jubilee reached the top of her stocking, just below her panties. Gently hooking her fingers under the silken material, Jubilee slowly pulled them down. She felt Paige tense as the sensation of her stocking sliding slowly down her leg added to her excitement. After Jubilee pulled off the fist she caressed Paige's naked leg, pausing to pay special attention to her inner thighs before starting on the other. She teased the thin expanse of naked flesh between the stocking top and the white cotton, feeling the heat and moisture radiate from Paige's center. Slowly she pulled down the second stocking, enticing the flesh as she went.
* * * * * *
Warren watched the scene in front of him, mesmerized. He watched as Jubilee began unbuttoning Paige's shirt, her hands running over and under it, his breath caught as the final button came undone. The shirt fell open, revealing twin mounds of firm flesh supported in filly black material that pushed them together. Each movement caused her breasts to shift and jiggle. A familiar hardness formed as Paige writhed before him, her hand sinking under her panties as she stroked herself. He felt his rod jump as the black bra was peeled from her. Her dark nipples stood erect upon the mountains of flesh as Paige pinched and teased them. Warren's hand shifted towards his crotch as he arranged himself in a more comfortable position. Unconsciously he began stroking himself instinctively matching her rhythm, lost in the moment.
* * * * * *
Bobby could not believe his eyes as Paige was slowly stripped down in front of him. Gone was the overeager hayseed that had been trying to prove her place with the X-Men. In her stead was an incarnation of lust and beauty. With one hand she played with her ample breast, twin mounts of firm flesh being pressed, pinched and kneaded, as the other one sought pleasure beneath the cover of white cotton, the faint sound of her thrusts mixed with her moans and gasps making a chorus of sensual music.

Bobby jumped as he felt a hand settle on his aroused flesh, gripping it firmly. Turning away from the masturbating Paige he found Jubilee, having slipped quietly back beside him, with her hand around his cock. Her eyes darted towards him and met his. She pumped his cock with a slow firm stroke before stopping. A slight smile played on her face as he made no movement to remove her hand. Taking it as an oblique permission, she began pumping in slow steady strokes.
He felt more than heard his pulse pound as more blood pumped into his already hard shaft. The warmth of Jubilee's hand felt like fire against his flesh. Her rhythm torturously slow, teasing him as she tickled the base of his organ. His hips reflexively rolled as the soft flesh of her palm surrounded his throbbing tip smearing the droplet of moisture that leaked out. Her hand slid down his length quickly before suddenly slowing almost to a stop as the pressure within Bobby rose to its brink. Jubilee teased him, bringing Bobby to within an inch of orgasm before letting him fall back down again. Bobby managed to groan out her name, a plea for her to end it. Bobby was slightly startled when she did just that. Thinking that it was the end of it Bobby didn't notice the seductive smile on Jubilee's face and was caught unprepared.
Warm firm moisture surrounded him as Jubilee wrapped her lips around his rigid flesh. His hips bucked as, pushing his length down her throat. He felt her throat contract around him as she took his full length. ][ Pulling back she flicked her tongue over his throbbing head. Circling the edge of the crown before spiraling to the tip. Bobbing her head once again she sucked on his flesh gripping and pulling him in to her mouth.
Unconsciously his hand moved to the top of her bobbing head. He began stroking her , running his had from her head down her spine. She arched her back, in response and moaned against him causing as shiver to run through his length. His hands slide down her back before easing to her sides. Tickling her ribs as she worked his way up, brushing the sides of her breasts as he progressed. Cautiously he cupped the firm flesh and felt the nipples harden in his hand as he pressed them into his palm.

Jubilee felt Bobby's hand cup her breasts as she teased him with her tongue. An involuntary shudder ran through her as she felt herself respond, her nipple growing erect in his grasp. Reigning in her urges to let him continue she peeled his hands from her. Turning her eyes to catch his, she wagged a finger at him before smiling and returning her attention to his hardened flesh. Cupping his testicles she began rolling them as she massaged his phallus with her tongue and throat. Feeling him tense she loosened her grip and took his full length. Bobbing her head rapidly she pulled half his length out before plunging down again.
* * * * * * * *
Bobby felt himself tense as his release approached, Jubilee's breath tickling him as she took his length. Her tongue tease the base of his cock as gripped his length with her throat. Unable to resist further his hips thrust up from the couch, forcing his full length in as it spasmed uncontrollably, shooting his seed down her throat as Jubilee moaned against him and massaged his sack. He fell back onto the couch as Jubilee continued sucking the last drops of his lust from his softening manhood. She returned to sitting beside him as if nothing had happened.
* * * * * * * *
Paige watched as Jubilee eased away from her, slightly discontent with the loss of her hands. Pulling her attention away from her she looked at Warren, noticing right away the bulge growing in his pants. Her imagination fueled her ardor as it wandered about various erotic possibilities. Her hips rolled in response to the imagined sensations causing a shiver to run through her body. She pinched her nipples, biting her lips as the pleasure\pain streaked through her body. Beneath the cotton cover of her panties she dipped a finger into her wet center, rubbing the hardened nub of flesh. Plunging another finger she groaned low in her throat as she felt herself stretch to accommodate the addition. Writhing on the couch she continued to press deeper as she teased her breasts with her other hand. Glancing up at Warren she noticed him unconsciously massaging the noticeable bulge in his crotch. The budge having grown more prominent as the fabric pressed against it. She could see his length outlined against the black fabric as it ticked in time with his quickened pulse. Drawing her eyes away she slowly took in his form: flat wash-board abs, a well muscled chest outlined against his silk shirt, strong arms covered in cabled muscles, and glorious white wings resting lazily on his back..
She shuddered as a mini climax ran through her. She rolled her hips, grinding against herself, her fingers reaching deeper into her passage. Curling her fingers she pressed against the moistened walls eliciting greater pleasure. A low sultry moan escaped her as she thrust herself onto her fingers. Moving steadily she settled into a rhythm, matching her movements against Warrens.
"Take it out," Paige said only vaguely realizing that she had spoken. She watched as Warren quickly glanced at the occupied Bobby and Jubilee before slowly undoing his belt.

Warren undid the top button and drew the zipper down, his hardened member already forcing itself out, creating a pup tent from his boxers. Shifting his length he brought it through the gap of his shorts. He slid his hand along the underside of his length before encircling it in his grasp. Pumping his hand along his flesh he watched Paige's writhing form. Her eye locked on his member as one hand teased her breast, while the other plunging into her still hidden heated center beneath the layer of flimsily white cloth. Warren could almost feel the phantom hands caressing his body. Creeping over his abs anc chest, reaching over his shoulder, scratching teasingly as they slid down his back, brushing the base of his wings. He groaned as tension boiled along his shaft and moisture worked its way up it length.

A gasp from Paige drew his attention to her as her back arched, her firm breasts jiggling slightly as she thrust them up, as her body shivered. He drew nearer to her as nervousness settled briefly in his stomach at the sight of the sensual shudder running through Paige. He felt himself tighten as the pleasurable pressure built within him. His knees buckled as he fought the instinctual urge to thrust his hips or speed his movements. He faintly heard Paige's voice warn against making a mess but could not comprehend her meaning before it was too late. He felt the pressure from unbearable before release came. His knees buckled as paroxysms shook his body, too pleasurable to be painful, shooting stream after stream of his seed out as he voiced his pleasure in a primal moan. He heard Paige's cry of ecstasy mixed with his own and saw her shuddered with the last remnants of her orgasm, her chest covered with streams of his seed he had inadvertently covered her with. Her hands smeared the sticky substance over her breasts as she settled in the afterglow of the moment.

Regaining some sense he silently returned his softening member to its confines. He quickly went to his overcoat and retrieved a white handkerchief. Returning to Paige's side he paused, unsure of whether he should aid in cleaning up his mess or respect her compromised modestly and allow her to clean herself up. Unable to decide he voiced his uncertainly.
"Uhmm" Warren vocalized holding his handkerchief toward her.
Looking down at her present state Paige blushed and took the proffered hanky and began wiping up the sticky mess. She silently resisted the urge to pull her shirt over her exposed breasts, realizing that it would be embarrassing to get it dry cleaned. She finished wiping the gooey stuff off her chest and quietly redressed.

"Ya missed a spot," Jubilee commented, grinning and pointing to a stray glob on Paige's cheek that has escaped her notice.
"Thanks," Paige mumbled as she quickly removed the offending glob. "I can't believe that just happened." Paige said as she sat on the couch, discreetly checking for other missed spots.
"I'll say," agreed Bobby, his hands covering his bare lap as he reached for his pants.
"Yeah, this was supposed to be Paige's show, not your Warren," Jubilee added teasingly, unable to resist taking a poke at the usually aloof Angel. Warren responded with mumble that sounded suspiciously like shut up. "Hey Bobby, should this count as Warren's turn, too? Seeing as he jerked off, too" Jubilee continued determinedly.
"I don't know, Jubes. That all depends on whether there is another ‘kiss the guy' piece in this game" Bobby responded, joining in on teasing his friend.
"On that note I think this game has gone far enough," Warren said in his best responsible voice. Jubilee snorted at his attempt. Bobby glanced at the clock and realized it was later than he thought.
"Normally I would love to torment Warren some more but it is getting late and this last stunt is nearly impossible to top," Bobby finally said, earning semi-disbelieving look from Jubilee. "But not before seeing Jubilee's trick." He added with a lecherous smirk. Jubilee for her part stuck her tongue out at him.
"Fine, but afterward ‘The End'" relented Warren.
Jubilee paused for a moment as three sets of eyes settled on her. Chewing her lower lip she considered her options. Deciding quickly she grabbed Paige's arm and pulled her away from the others.
Warren and Bobby watched as an animate conversation occurred between the two girls, their voices too low to be heard clearly other than the occasional name, but judging from their gestures and expressions it was fairly interesting debate going on. Finally the debate seemed to end, and both girls turned towards them and approached.
"...believe what I am about to do." Paige muttered under her breath as she approached.
"Come on. It won't be that bad. I'll be doing it too unless you ‘ve forgotten." Jubilee responded.
"Yeah, but why do you get Warren?"
"Because I already got Bobby, and you get Warren all the time," Jubilee said before turning to Warren and Bobby. "OK, here's the deal. I talked Paige into doing this dare with me. Bobby, you and Warren move the coffee table and take a seat on separate couches." Jubilee said as she pointed to the stained oak coffee table that was partly covered with various magazines and remote controls. "Me and Paige will be right back. We need something if this is going to work."
Jubilee grabbed Paige and pulled her through the door to the main hall, disappearing with the sound of fading footsteps.

"Wonder what they are up to?" Bobby said, speaking the question that was in both of their minds. Warren replied with a silent shrug. "Well, you grab one end, I'll grab the other." Bobby said as he grabbed the corners of the table. Warren soon joined him, grabbing the opposite end, and they moved the table to the corner of the room.

"OK, we're back," Jubilee's voice said as they reentered the room, just as Bobby and Warren finished moving the table. Jubilee quickly walked over to the TV, carrying a Diskman and a cord. She plugged one end into the Diskman and the other into the AUX port on the flat-screen TV. She turned on the TV and set it to the AUX before turning to them. "Done."

"I'm glad, mind telling us poor old boys what's going on. What exactly was your dare?" Warren asked, curious as to what this was leading up to.

"Not going to tell you. But we will show you." Jubilee said with a smirk.
"OK, let the show begin." Bobby said as he settled into the couch nearest him.
"Couldn't have put it better myself, Bob-o" Jubilee said before starting the music.

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Paige could hardly believe what she was doing. As the music started she moved in front of Bobby. The music was some sort of techno/alternative style. It lacked the harsh electronic sounds but still had a strong beat and an interesting rhythm. She began swaying to the beat, doing her best to keep eye contact with mildly befuddled X-Man.
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Bobby was confused. When Jubilee started the music, he easily deduced what the dare was and what was going to happen. What took him by surprise was that Paige was the one standing in front of him and not Jubilee. Seeing as Warren was fairly seriously dating Paige he assumed that they would pair off. Then again, who am I to say anything, he thought as he watched her hips sway in time with the music.

Bobby watched as Paige ran her hands down her body. They started from her neck, slided down the sides of her breasts, over her flat abs, and crossed before running down the sides of her waist and thighs. Her hands worked their way back up her body, touching and caressing all the right spots. Paige began to turn around slowly as she moved closed. Her hand were entangled in her hair, causing her breasts to be pushed out enough for Bobby to notice the hardened tips of her areola through her shirt and bra. His eyes were drawn away from her chest as she turned and cocked her hips, bringing attention to her well-formed butt and wide hips that distinguished her as a country girl. Paige continued to turn slowly, showing Bobby all of her sides. She ran her hands over her neck and down into the valley of her breasts and over her flat stomach. Bobby watched as she pulled the front of her shirt out of her miniskirt and slowly worked her way around her waist. She ran her hand up her sides, bunching up the blue-grey material and giving away little flashes of her tanned flesh before letting it fall back around her waist. She slowly unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt as she moved to the music. Paige leaned over giving Bobby a view of her cleavage, which proved surprisingly arousing. He startled as he felt Paige's lips press against his, her tongue darting in briefly before she breaks the kiss. He watched Paige as she finished undoing the rest of the buttons and her shirt fell open.


Bobby watched as she moved to the music, her bent knees brushing his legs as she plunged down between them. He leaned back as Paige worked her way up, her bra-encased breasts almost touching him as she slid her body along his. He responded to her as she kissed him again, her tongue battling his. He felt her hands glide over his chest playing with him. He watched as she pulled away, a smile playing along her lips.

She twirled around, causing her shirt to billow out before slowing to a stop with her back to him. She smiled at him as she looked over her shoulder. Her arms hugged herself as they worked their way up to her shoulders. She slowly pulled the shirt off, letting it slide down one shoulder then the other. The shirt floated to the floor, pooling around her feet before she gently kicked aside. Paige began to dance again, slowly whirling and dunking as she caressed herself. She moved closer to Bobby, bobbing down between his knees before rising again. She leaned over Bobby again, kissing him as she straddled his lap, noticing the bulge in his pants. She leaned closer, kissing a line up his jaw to his ear.

"Take it off," Paige whispered as she nibbled on his earlobe. Bobby moaned as she teased him, him arms sliding up her sides. He couldn't help noticing the difference between her and his usual choice of companion. While not overly underweight, which seemed to be the standard these day, she was not pudgy. She had enough to her that he didn't automatically count her ribs. It was not fat, but firm flesh he felt as he teased her sides. He heard her moan in his ear as he ran his hand up and down her spine before settling on the clasp of her bra. He fumbled slightly with the clasp, an occurrence that must be genetically encoded in the Y chromosome before releasing it and pulling apart the two ends. He watched as Paige pulled away slightly, her breasts bounced slightly as they were released from the black confines, her nipples still erect and pinkish from her earlier attentions. Paige pressed them together as Bobby let her bra drop. His hands instinctively returned to her wide hips.

Paige leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest as she lightly swayed to the music, her erect nipples rubbing against Bobby as she moved. She rose onto her knees, her firm breasts just below his chin. Bobby stiffened momentarily, as he felt her pull his shirt free from his pants. He felt her fingers working their way up his shirt, unbuttoning as they went. As she finished, she pulled him willingly forward, pressing his face into her bosom. She peeled his shirt off, silently prompting him to move his arms to aid her. She tossed it over the back of the couch as she settled on his lap again, grinding against him as she danced. He felt himself pressing against her, the heat seeped through his pants as she pressed harder against him. He heard her breath coming in short gasps before she abruptly pulled away, rising to her feet before him.

She danced slowly in a circle, her breasts swaying as she danced nautch-like to the music. Her hands alternated between cupping and teasing her breasts and gliding over the firm flesh of her sides and back. Bobby watched as she moved towards him, her arms crossed over her stomach, pressing her breasts together. The faint sound of velcro distracted him from the tantalizing sight. His eyes went to her hands as she finished pulling the little tabs that hid the zippers on her tight skirt. The music muffled the sound of the zippers sliding down. Paige hesitated for a moment before letting the skirt fall. Bobby leaned back as she kicked it aside.

For a moment Paige stood still, allowing Bobby a chance to truly look her over. Her long legs, well muscled from an active lifestyle, stood before him. Smooth and unblemished, with a natural tan that lacked the harshness of artificial tans but also lacked the redness common to sun worshipers. Strong firm thighs leading to wide hips, wrapped in flesh that seemed to be the hallmark of a country raising. He could see the shadow of her dark hair through her smug white panties. The faint outline of what lay beneath the cotton material visible as it clung to her. A flat firm stomach moving lightly with her quickened breath, with a perfect little navel in the middle. Higher up stood her breasts, moving with each breath. Firm globes of flesh, the size just large enough to be more than a handful but not the monumental size common to most of the X-Women, each areola capped with hard eraser sized nubs. Her neck was smooth and graceful. Her face expressing her thoughts as they looked at each other. Her lips, lightly reddened from their kisses, were slightly parted as she breathed. Her eyes gazed lustily at him as she stood before him.

She began dancing as a slower song began. She swayed gently, letting her whole body move with the music. She turned slowly, letting Bobby get a good view of her rear. Her firm and well-formed buns moved as the muscles underneath shifted. Her panties were smug against her, appearing more like they were painted on. So caught up in admiring the view Bobby didn't notice her intent until the last minute. Reflexively he spread his legs as she sat down between his legs, his hand moving to the back of the couch. Her warm flesh seared him as she leaned back against him. Her bare back pressed against his chest. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her head against his jaw. Bobby unconsciously moved, his hands tracing a path up her arms to her hands. He let her guide his movements. She paced her hands over his and pulled them to her. She ran his hands through her hair before setting them on her chest just above her breasts, letting him know her offer.

Bobby heard her quick intake as he moved his hand down to her breasts, running his hands over them before he cupped them both. He kneaded the warm flesh in his hands, stopping occasionally to pinch the hard buds that stood upon each. He abandoned her breasts, letting his hand travel further down to her abs. Fingers splayed, he gently rubbed circled over the flat surface, feeling the gently shivers that shook her. His hand gradually moved down to her waist, briefly resting on her hips before moving to her legs. Bobby caressed the length of her thigh, feeling the muscles beneath the flesh. His hand moved to her inner thigh, parting her legs slightly as her ran his hands up and down. He could feel the heat emanating from her as he drew his hands toward her cloth-covered mons. Avoiding direct contact, he moved his hands to her hips, plucking at her waistband. She responded by deliberately grinding back against his hard member, sliding it against the cleft of her cheeks. As he hooked his thumbs under her panties she pulled away, unconsciously adjusting them as she stood.

She knelt between his legs and rubbed his legs through his pants. Working her way up to his crotch, she gripped him through the tan material before unzipping his pants. She slid her hand in and reacquired a grip on him, giving him a couple of quick pumps. She undid the top button of his pants and began to push them down. Bobby took the hint and lifted himself enough to let her remove his pants. He felt the cool air caress his member as it jumped, now freed from it confines. She pumped his member gently, causing it to jump lightly.

Bobby reached down and grabbed her waist and gently pulled her to a standing position. He ran his hands along her sides before hooking his thumb under the elastic band of her panties. Slowly he pulled them down, eyes locked on her body as little by little she was revealed. His first thought as he let the panties drop was that he thought she would be shaved. Before him was a neatly-groomed patch of dark curls surrounding two bare and visibly moist lips. Her curls were thick but trimmed, lacked the grotesque ‘hairiness' that seemed to be appealing to some. They covered the triangular area of her crotch but didn't encroach on her pouty flesh that guarded her heated tunnel. He glanced up to her face and cocked an eyebrow in silent question.

"I know it isn't the ‘in' thing but having it bald is too much bother and keeping it semi-bald is too uncomfortable." Paige said in response. She gave a little jump and squeaked as Bobby cupped her. A little shiver shook her as Bobby threaded his finger through her dark curls. She gasped as he slid one finger along her lips.
"I don't think I mind at all," Bobby said as he pressed into her. As his finger slid into her moist passage he felt her muscles contract around him, gripping at him as he pushed deeper.

A gasp escaped Paige's lips as Bobby rubbed the sensitive nub of flesh that lay between her nether lips. Bobby relaxed as Paige, abandoning all pretext, pushed him down onto the couch and crawled over him.

Bobby could feel Paige's breast pressing against him as she traveled up his body, her hardened tips rubbing a path up him like two fingertips. Bobby lay there, enjoying the feel of her body against his. The intimate warmth of her flesh, the pleasant weight of her body along his, and the smell of her skin and hair. He greeted her lips with his as she finished tracing his jaw-line with kisses. His tongue battled with hers as he invaded her mouth. He could taste the flavor of strawberries on her lips as he nibbled on them before working his way down her neck. He heard her moan in response, instinctively pressing herself against him in need. Pushing her up so she was straddling his waist, he positioned himself at her entrance. He watched her breasts bounce lightly as Paige breathed in short rapid gasps. He could feel her rapid heartbeat as he slowly impaled her on his member. He watched as inch by inch it disappeared into the crevasse of flesh between her legs. He glanced momentary at her face to see her equally entranced by the sight. As the last of his flesh disappeared and her dark curls merged with his, Bobby paused to enjoy the sensation. Her passage was moist and hot, the excitement of earlier adding to her condition. He felt her flex around him as she grew accustomed to his presence within her. He could already feel her moisture trickling down over his testis.

He felt Paige begin to move. Slowly at first, rolling her hips as he pushed up against her. He pressed up into her as she ground down and pulled back as he drew back. As they set a rhythm Bobby gently pulled her down flush against him. He reached around to grab her cheeks, using them to pull her against him harder. He heard her gasp with each thrust, as she buried her head against his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his neck. Bobby felt her turn her head, and Paige began to nibble on his neck as they moved. Her body was rolling over his like waves in ocean, matching his thrust with hers. Bobby felt himself tense up as Paige increased her speed, grinding against his harder as her breath began to come in shorter and shorter gasps. He felt her entire body freeze and shudder as her orgasm hit. Her passage convulsing around his member nearly causing him to loose control. Bobby lay still and let Paige catch her breath before he began to move again.

"Here ah though it was mah job to make you go off", Paige said, her accent coming through at the unguarded moment. She quietly chuckled to herself for her lack of control. "You can always try again," Bobby whispered as he rolled over on top of her and began to renew his efforts. Paige responded, kissing him firmly as she moved her body with his.

Bobby felt himself tense as Paige moved her body against his, shifting from side to side before rolling her hips in circles. A worrisome thought entered his mind as he approach his climax. "Paige, are you safe?"

"Shit…" Paige hissed as she realized what Bobby meant. She usually took precautions with Warren, but hadn't the chance to tonight. "Bobby..." She felt Bobby as he started to pull out. To hell with it, she thought as she thrust up, halting Bobby's attempt. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her. Bobby, taking Paige's actions as permission, returned to his efforts, pounding into her.

Paige felt the tension growing within her, a guilty excitement adding to it as she realized the risk, however minimal, she was running. She could feel Bobby's member thrusting into her as she met his thrusts, each one sending jolts of pleasure through her. The sensation of Bobby erupting within her pushed her past the point on no return.

Bobby heard Paige's loud moan as he came within her. He felt her passage try to milk him dry. He thrust on final time into her before draped himself over her shaking form. Still within her he could feel her spasms slowly subside as she too relaxed into the moment.

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Warren watched as Jubilee danced in from of him, her short cropped hair swishing with the movements of her head. She ran her hands through it, flipping away from her face occasionally. He could tell that she spent a lot of time at the local clubs by the way she danced. She danced with her hips tilted provocatively as she moved to the music, grinding down against invisible dance partners. Her tight jeans made it impossible for him not to see her shapely legs as she worked her way down in one of the dirtier dancing moves. He innocently noted that he could see the outline of her panties against the curves of her butt when she turned away from him. As his vision worked it way down he absently noted that her feet were bare. The delicate feet moved naturally with the music. His gaze moved quickly back up her, to the silk shirt she worn. He couldn't help noticing the way it shimmered with each movement. He could see a tracing of her breasts against the silk as it strained against the material as she danced. His musings were interrupted as he noticed Jubilee moving toward him. Warren relaxed as she stopped in front of him and began to dance again.
He watched as Jubilee crossed her arms as she danced, running them up and down her sides, pulling the material taunt against her body. She ran her hands over her flat stomach, just above the edge of her jeans. Jubilee hooked her fingers under the front of her jeans and slowed her dance, letting it become smoother, less energetic and more provocative. Warren found himself drawn to the sight of Jubilee as she slowly started undoing her belt, sliding the end loose of the buckle and slowly pulling it from her jeans.
Warren sat mildly dazed as Jubilee approached, belt dangling from her hand. She leaned over toward him as she places the belt over the edge of the couch. Warren's eyes were instinctively drawn to the top of her shirt, seeking a glimpse of her cleavage. Mildly disappointed he saw that her shirt was buttoned up to the top. He startled as he felt a warmth on his chest. He glanced down to see Jubilee's hand caressing him. He felt a qualm inside as he felt her hands glide over him. He could feel her fingers as she grazed over the hard flesh of his pecs, massaging him with warm hands. He's drawn back as he feels the cool absence of warmth as she pulls away standing straight again.

Jubilee swayed to the music, hugging herself lightly as her hands worked their way down to the front of her jeans. Teasingly, she undid the top button of her jeans, leaving everything to the imagination as she ran her hands over the front. Slowly she pulled down the zipper a little, revealing a glimpse of dark material. She pulled the zipper down along the trail of teeth, following to curve of her form ending just as the material curved inward between her legs. She slowly pulled the sides apart revealing a V-shaped patch of dark blue cotton that was complimented by the edges of faded denim like a modern art exhibit. Warren watched silently as Jubilee slowly tilted her hips to one side, drawing attention as the movement shifted her jeans lower on her waist, revealing more of her panties. She gripped the open edges and, in an excruciatingly slow bow, pulled them down.

Warren watched as she bent over, deliberately facing him so that her body obscured his view. His eyes traveled up from the floor noting the bunched up panties laying within Jubilee's jeans as she kicked them away. His eyes drank in her legs as they traveled upwards, well-toned muscles flexed underneath smooth asian skin. Further up they merged with youthfully curved hips. Black silky hair lay between the apex of her firm thighs. His eyes followed the black patch as she began to dance.

Jubilee danced, swaying her hips as she moved to the music. Warren couldn't help noticing that Jubilee danced differently than Paige would, grinding up and down sensually in a form of ‘dirty dancing'. Warren watched as she dunked down, rolling her hips forward the as she went down. She held her arms crossed over her head, pushing her breasts up against the fabric of her shirt. He saw the points of her nipples as they pressed through the fabric. Her breasts jiggled lightly as she approached him. Before he knew what was happening Jubilee crawled on top of him, straddling his lap.

Jubilee ran her hands over his chest. He felt her teasing fingers caress his chest, flicking and pinching his nipples through his shirt. Button popped as Jubilee slipped her hand under his shirt, caressing his pectorals. More buttons flew off as she slid her hand down over his washboard abs. She teased him running her finger through the valleys of his abdominal muscles. Working her way up, she undid the final button and pulled his shirt open.

Warren sat there as Jubilee stripped off his shirt. Unsure of what to do he kept his hands on the couch cushions on either side of him, conscious of her bare legs mere inches away.
As she slid her hands down to his abs she spread her legs slightly, inadvertently brushing them against his hands. He brushed his hands over her calf, marveling at the smoothness of her skin. As she removed his shirt, carefully working around his wings, his hands were slowly working their way up her legs. He felt muscles flex under the smooth skin of her thighs as she rose to her knees to work his shirt over his wings and toss it away. He decided to risk fate as he let his hands slide up over her rear, cautiously plying the flesh. He felt her start before leaning into his grasp. She lowered herself onto his lap, pressing forward against the growing budge in his pants. Warren moaned to himself as she pressed against him. He felt her hands traveling up his body. They ran through his hair as he leaned forward, pressing her chest into his face before leaving him. He focused on Jubilee as her hands broke contact, and saw her gently moving to the music. Her hands slid down her body coming to rest on the bottom button of her shirt. He watched as she slowly undid each button, bit by bit revealing the flesh beneath. Smooth skin on a flat belly and round globes of flesh slightly smaller than grapefruit, encased in a black bra.
Warren watched hypnotized as she shed off the shirt, first one shoulder then the other, letting it fall forgotten behind her. She leaned forward slowly, pressing her body against his, flesh to flesh, breast to breast. He was hardly aware as she kissed him cautiously on the corner of his lips, then against firmly directly on his lips. He responded instinctively, opening to her, tasting her as their tongues caressed each other. She broke the kiss, leaving the taste of cinnamon with him.
Catching his eye she smirked impishly as she hooked his belt under her finger. In a flash of multicolored light she ‘paffed' his belt. When he glanced questionably at her she smirked again.
"Is it warm in here or is it just you" Jubilee said chuckling silently as Warren groaned at the cliche.
She slid down off of him and onto the floor in front of him. Kneeling before him she undid his pants and pulls down his zipper. Warren moaned as she teased his member through his boxers, pushing it up against him as she ran her hand over the underside of the shaft. She ran her hands over him before hooking her thumbs underneath the waistband of his boxers. Slowly she pulled them down, catching his pants with them. Warren reflexively lifted himself to help her. Tossing the cloths aside Jubilee gripped his member and slowly ran her fingers over the tip, teasing the sensitive flesh. Warren moaned as she cupped his testicles with her hand , rolling them gently. She released his testis as she rose and straddled his lap.
Warren felt Jubilee pressing against him, pushing his member against his stomach. Her trimmed hair tickled the head and length of his cock as she shifted forward. Jubilee pressed her lips against his, her tongue darting forward seeking entrance. Warren obliged as he felt her tongue caress his lips as the intensity of the kiss grew. His hands instinctively went to her waist, feeling the smooth flesh of her hips as he felt her arms wrap around his neck. They broke the kiss each gasping lightly for air. Jubilee released her grip around Warren's neck and reached behind her back. She released the bra strap and let it fall forward, revealing her firm breasts. Warren tossed the bra aside as Jubilee leaned against him, crushing her breasts to his chest. He could feel the hardened tips gently scrap against his him. He caught the faint sent of lavender as she rested her head against the crook of his neck. She slid her arms under his arm and hooked the along his shoulder blades. Jubilee slowly rolled her hips sliding Warren's length along the lips of her womanhood. She could feel his pulse quick and heard his breath come shuddered pants. She continued to slide along his length, teasing him as she rolled her body against his.
Jubilee hesitated as Warren pushed her back gently until she felt his strong hands cup her breast. She moaned as he massaged her breasts, teasing the hard tips with his thumbs. She felt the heat growing between her legs as the new position rubbed her clit against him.
She pulled back, raising herself from his lap so the tip of his member rested at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself, the pulsing head sinking into her. She let out the breath she had unknowingly been holding as she rose.
"Here, move a bit," Jubilee said as she twisted Warren over so they were lengthwise on the couch. She leaned back, trusting Warren to support her. She slowly lowered herself onto him, both watching as little by little he disappeared into her, until she had him completely.

Warren could not believe the situation he was in. He could feel it as Jubilee flexed her inner muscles, gripping his member. The sensation was decidedly different from his experience with Paige. Jubilee was tighter around him, gripping and pumping him while she seemed to not even try, and her body was leaner, lacking the full curves of a country life... He couldn't stop a gasp as Jubilee rose, stopping with just the head of his member in her. He watched as she sank back down onto him. The sight of his phallus entering her made it all the more arousing. He cupped his hands over her breasts as she rode him. Jubilee leaned forward against him and Warren found himself leaning back, bracing against the arm of the couch.
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Jubilee rolled her body against Warren's as he matched her movements. She could feel him moving within her. The head of his member pressed through her passage as it thrust into her, sending shivers of sensation through her body. She gasped and pressed against him harder as another spasm ran through her center.
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Warren felt a shiver run through Jubilee, as she gripped his member. He removed his hands from her breasts, allowing her to fall against his chest. He felt the warm mounds of her breasts mash against him and the hard tips of her nipples pressing against his chest. Her body rolled across him like waves as her arms curled up under him again.
They moved in concert, matching each other's rhythm, moving steadily faster as each felt the building tensions run through their bodies. A light sheen covered their bodies from the exertion. Ragged breaths were the only sounds extracted from the two bodies.

Warren could feel the pressure reaching critical in his loins, Jubilee's body sliding along his as they moved together. Her gasps mingled with his own as she suddenly clamped down around his member, her muscles trying to pull him in deeper as she convulsed, her fingers digging into him. He felt his own release shoot into her triggered by her own. Her body continued to milk him as his reaction renewed her climax. Finally he felt her collapse against him, her energy as spent as was his.


Hank fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the door, juggling his luggage from one hand to foot to the other hand. He found himself once again chagrined at his reaction to commercial travel. His trip to Nevada for the Science Conference on Secondary Mutation had gone as expected. Some believers, some cynics, and the usual crowd of racist bigots.

Finally finding the correct key he entered the main hall. Due to the rather ill timing of the airport schedule not only had he arrived at three a. m., but naturally it was raining felines and canines. Thankfully it has ceased by the time he got home. After placing his luggage off to the side he noted the lights in the rec room were on and investigated. Upon viewing the four naked bodies and clothes strewn about he silently retreated from the room and went in search of a camera. He was certain he was going to have an easier time with his new experiment with so many lab assistants, not to mention the amount of twinkes he could squeeze out of Warren.