The Mind Is Virgin Territory

Kitty could barely sit still at the dinner table. She was almost uncontrollably aroused and dessert hadn’t even been served yet. She rubbed her thighs together as if she could start a fire with them. She wasn’t at all sure that she could make it through the rest of the meal.

Rachel had been back at the mansion only one day and already the subconscious link between them had been flooded, both with fond, friendly recollections and with their desire for each other volleying back and forth. Rachel wanted Kitty, which made Kitty want Rachel, which made Rachel want Kitty even more… her panties were already damp with the juices trickling out of her. 

They had made love for the first time after a ‘family dinner’ like this, all of the X-Men and teaching staff at the mansion eating together and having an informal discussion. Kitty had still felt like she’d just graduated from the children’s table, while Rachel seemed so confident, so sure of herself—like she couldn’t even conceive of a reason why she shouldn’t have a voice alongside all the grown-ups.

A few times before, Rachel’d had nightmares that had only been calmed by Kitty sleeping in the same bed as her. Kitty had thought it was just a sisterly thing; that there was no way Rachel could have sexual feelings for her young ‘aunt’. But while Rachel’s not-yet parents slept downstairs, Kitty had found that Rachel was completely naked under her covers. She hadn’t known what to say. So she had undressed herself before slipping under the covers with her. It was a new experience for both of them. The only other times Kitty had slept naked were after she had sex.

She recalled the sensation of getting comfortable and having her thigh brushing against Rachel’s and somehow her hand had touched the other woman’s naked breast. They had ended up facing each other—Kitty didn’t think either of them knew how—and without a word they were embracing, kissing endlessly.

Kitty felt like she was about to come as she remembered. She had slipped two fingers inside of her cunt, found Rachel as wet as she was. Hard to believe she wanted me as much as I wanted her, Kitty thought as she anxiously waited for Gambit to serve dessert so this dinner could be over.

She swallowed hard as she remembered the feel of Rachel’s tongue dragging over her clit, and how Rachel had tasted when her mouth was pressed against Rachel’s core, her hands on the back of Kitty’s head wordlessly begging Kitty to do what Rachel had done before. It had been a magical night, and in those all too short hours before the sun had risen on a restless morning, they had come to know each other on the most intimate level.

Kitty half-wished that Rachel would let her sleep in her room again. It was going to be difficult for her to get to sleep with the memories of their lovemaking so vivid in her mind all over again. She wondered in the back of her mind if Rachel felt the same way about her. She knew from their link, from her almost instinctual knowledge of how to read Rachel’s moods and feelings, that the spark was still there. But whether Rachel wanted to act on it, she just didn’t know.

“What are you thinking about?” Jean asked her out of the blue, grinning like a fool at the pun. Jean, of course, could know what anyone was thinking about while barely trying, a fact the teenager seemed to find endlessly amusing.

“How irritating you can be,” Kitty replied primly.

“Aww, don’t tell me I woke you?” Jean asked mock solicitously. 

Jean giggled, Kitty laughing herself—she couldn’t stay mad at Jean. As bossy and willful as the young woman could be, there was the fact that Kitty had fallen for her at two different points in her life: two very different Jeans. Dessert was served, the dishes ringing against the plates they were lowered onto, but Kitty couldn’t appreciate it when she was so deep in thought. 

She was satisfied with her relationship with Jean—but not completely satiated. She still wanted to get her tongue between Rachel’s legs. Imagine, comparing their tastes because you’ve tried both in the same week. The same day, even. Kitty felt herself blush. She was becoming quite the slut. She shook her head to clear it of lascivious imagination and focused only on her chocolate pudding. Once she finished it she could go to bed, stick her hand in her pants, and turn her present suffering into orgasmic bliss.

She noticed Jean looking at her, a funny expression on her face as if she could read her thoughts. Of course, she could. Kitty gave Jean a nasty look, just to warn her off doing any such thing. Then she looked down at her pudding, her ears burning. Imagine, what Jean could’ve sensed going through her mind…

“Kitty,” Scott suddenly said. “What’s in your itinerary tomorrow?”

Jean was smirking cockily at her. Kitty gave her an unfazed look. “I don’t know about your fiancé here, but I’m going to work on my tan.”

“I should too,” Rachel said. “I’m pale as a ghost. Too much time in Scotland.”

“That’d be time well-spent,” Jean said. “We Grays tan so well. You do too, Kitty, for that matter. It’s strange, considering how pale we all are. It’s almost like you’re part of the family.”

“It’s supposed to be a beautiful day tomorrow,” Scott said, stating it as confidently as if he had a weather report inside of his visor. “You could go down to the lake and spend nearly the whole swimming if you want.” He pointed at Jean. “You just be careful. You’re not as good a swimmer as you’re going to be.”

Jean gave him a cocky smile. “Maybe this is how I get to be such a strong swimmer. Besides, if Kitty’s coming with me, I’m sure she could teach me some strokes.”

Kitty bit down on her spoon.

“Just as long as one of you knows what you’re doing,” Scott mumbled under his breath as he got up and cracked his neck. He ended every meal by going into his office to read through the day’s last reports.

Rachel got up too. “It’s good to see you again, Kate. I mean, Kitty.”

Kitty reddened under the sincere look Rachel give her. She had the distinct feeling again that Rachel was staring at her tits. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt and no bra. Leave it to her to notice.

“Thanks, Rache,” Kitty said sweetly. “It’s good to have you back. I can’t wait to go swimming tomorrow. You want to break out the snorkels?”

“Depends. Have you gotten rid of that horrible old swimsuit and found something a little flattering?”

“You’re going to talk to me about flattering with that hair?”

“It’s butch,” Rachel replied, running a hand through her crewcut. “Some people like it.”

“Oh, I like it,” Kitty said, leaning back against her chair. “But what does that say about your hairstyle?”

She carefully folded her napkin and got up. Maybe I should forget pawing at myself and just get some shuteye. I’m sure someone would be interested in helping me burn off any friskiness I wake up with. 

Once she’d gotten back to her room, Kitty undressed with a yawn, thinking of how odd it was that she could be bored around her own naked body when to everyone else it seemed to be so exciting. She ran her hands over her perky cleavage, surprising herself a little at how big the nipples were at the tips of her slightly upturned breasts. Her ass was slim, her hips were narrow, she was wiry and toned, with curly brown hair only slightly brighter than the many brunettes at the school. She didn’t know if she’d call herself beautiful, exactly, but she knew that there were plenty of guys and girls who’d die and come back just so long as it meant getting into her panties.

But for the moment, Jean was the only person who could, and she’d continue to. And yes, Emma, if she had to, but only to protect Jean. If Kitty enjoyed it, made the best of it—

Kitty laughed, thinking of the adult Jean for a moment. If she’d known Kitty would apply her virginal teachings to Rachel, let alone to Emma and her own teenage self…

There was a single sheet on the bed, the comforter stowed under it for when the nights cooled down. That didn’t seem likely anytime soon. Both the ceiling fan and her tower fan were on, the combined onslaught putting a chill into Kitty’s naked body before she slipped under the blanket. The moment her head hit the pillow, she knew she couldn’t wait for Jean or Rachel or Emma or anyone else to have their way with her. She wouldn’t be able to get any sleep until she had come.

With one hand she caressed her breasts, while the other combed through the light brown thatch between her legs. She tried to think of Jean, or even of Emma, but she couldn’t stop thinking of Rachel no matter how unfaithful it felt. Rachel had the voluptuous body of her mother, with full and rounded breasts, a reddish bush, and an eager mouth that seemed made to be kissed. Kitty wondered, a little naughtily, if she got her tongue from Scott. It definitely seemed to bring out sensations she had never known before, even with Jean.

She spread her legs under the thin, almost translucent sheet, while the wind blowing outside rose up and rustled the forest’s leaves as if reminding the fans who was boss. Is that you, Ororo? Kitty thought, suddenly remembering her attraction to still another woman. Fuck, I’m gay.

She turned her head to look out the window. No battle damage outside; it was warm and peaceful looking. There was no moon, but a canopy of stars hanging in the tranquil night. God, I wish Rachel were here. I’d point out the stars to her, the constellations. I wonder if you can still see them where… when she’s from. 

She traced the juicy outline of her sex with her middle finger, smiling as it became wet with her arousal. She moaned softly, remembering why she hadn’t yet played stargazer with Rachel. At night, they were always so busy with other things.

Was it really so long ago? It feels almost like it’d happened just last night. Kitty guessed that was because she had been thinking of Rachel so frequently. And because I want to come just as hard as I did back then.

Her pubic hair was silky soft and slick with her juices. She ran her fingers through them, imagining it was Rachel touching her. She couldn’t imagine that Rachel had much experience with sex when they’d first met, or during their friendship, but she’d done wonderfully well for a novice. The bed had shook so hard that Kitty had worried Wolverine would come busting in to save her. But if he’d noticed what was going on, he’d been smart enough not to interfere. It had been a blissful night and it had only been for the two of them.

I shouldn’t have waited so long to make a pass at Rachel, Kitty thought as she slipped inside her own warm cunt. If I had just known she was so willing, so eager—we could’ve been making love every night. We could’ve been doing that for months!

But we can make up for that tomorrow. Maybe this time around, I’ll be the girlfriend she deserves.

And Jean?

Kitty stopped touching herself, even as her pussy clenched needfully on her fingers. Maybe it would be for the best if whatever it was between them stopped. Rachel was Kitty’s own age, so surely a relationship with her would be better than a borderline criminal activity like what she was doing with Jean.

Right?