Raised By Wolves

Past merged with future as she remembered the feeling of Kitty’s hand stroking and fondling her sex, the reminiscence spiced by her anticipation of their meeting, the first testing union of their rekindled relationship. 

It felt strange on many levels to touch herself when so near to their togetherness. For so many years she’d had no shortage of sexual partners, and now only her hand enjoyed the perfection of her body. With Kitty almost there, her own touch felt like both masturbation and foreplay.

She will want me back, won’t she? Betsy asked herself. Before their separation, Kitty had been insatiable in her sexual demands, which was just fine for Betsy’s submissive dynamic with her. Kitty gave her all the domination she could want without ever having to be asked. Barely a night went by that Betsy didn’t have Kitty’s fingers in her, Kitty’s tongue, or Kitty’s toys. 

She’d written Kitty letters, but they’d been guarded and discreet. Everything that really needed to be said she tried to say in person. But it’d been rare that they got to see each other. Now Betsy wondered how Kitty really felt about her.

She heard the door opening; her head snapped up in surprise. She drew her hand out from between her legs, but it still felt obvious what she’d been doing as Kitty came into the cabin, bolting the door behind her.

“Well, hello to you too. Next time I’ll just phase through the door. Wouldn’t want someone behind me to sneak a peek.” She grinned, her eyes roving the length of Betsy’s naked body over and over again as she moved slowly towards the bed. “Couldn’t wait for me, huh? You actually started without me.”

“Maybe I had an inch,” Betsy retorted, resisting the urge to snatch her hand any further away from her sex.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Kitty said. “I’ve had the same itch all day. What do you say I take care of your itch and you take care of mine?”

Betsy smiled herself and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. She lit the fresh one off the smoldering end of her last cigarette, which made Kitty frown.

“You smoke too much,” Kitty told her. “If I really wanted to dom you, I’d make you put on a nicotine patch.”

“If you spanked me every time I wanted a cigarette, I might never get over my craving.”

“Have you got one for me?”

“Help yourself.”

As Kitty took out a cigarette from the pack, Betsy began pulling the sheet down off her naked body. Kitty clicked her tongue, stopping Betsy as firmly as a chain drawing taut.

“Not yet,” Kitty mumbled around the cigarette now hanging slackly from her lips. “Let me look at you. It’s been a while. I’ve almost forgotten how sexy you are. Now I want to remember everything.”

“It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Betsy forced a small laugh. “It makes me wonder how you’ve changed.”

“Not at all,” Kitty told her. “And you haven’t changed either. You’re just as beautiful as you were the first time I saw you. And I bet you need to be topped just as bad.”

“Maybe worse.” Betsy lowered her eyes and looked away from Kitty. “Now I know how good it can feel… how’s your group this year?” she suddenly interjected.

Kitty looked at her in surprise. “You mean the girls?”

“Yeah.”

“They’re alright, I suppose.” Kitty thought of Jubilee, but dismissed the mental image just as quickly. It was no good thinking like that around a telepath. “Probably the same as any other year.”

“No problem areas?”

“One. She’s named Monet. I think she’s Emma’s teacher’s pet.”

“There always has to be one,” Betsy smiled.

“Did you read my mind?”

“What?” Betsy’s eyes darted restlessly around everywhere but Kitty’s face. “Why would you ask me that?”

“It’s like you knew what I was going to say and you didn’t want to let me say it.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What were you going to ask me?”

“Just if you felt that you’d changed. Like maybe you didn’t feel the same way about me now as you did then.”

“And what gave you that idea?”

“The more interesting question is—” Kitty sat down on the edge of the bed, “—what are you going to do to get rid of that idea?”

Betsy gulped nervously. “I suppose I could say hello.” She leaned forward and quickly kissed Kitty’s lips, but pulled back just as they opened to allow Betsy’s tongue entrance. “Better?”

Kitty blinked confusedly. “No, it ain’t. Not from someone I’m used to having cuffed to the headboard. That’s the kind of kiss I’d give my grandmother. Am I your grandma, Betsy? Or am I your daddy?” She put her hand behind Betsy’s head and drew her close. “Come to daddy.”

Reluctantly, Betsy let herself be kissed again. Her lips were closed as Kitty’s tongue prodded against them. It was like she had to remind herself to open them. But when she did, Kitty’s tongue rushed into her mouth. Betsy felt an electric tingle run down to the pit of her stomach. Her nipples hardened and lengthened as if to catch Kitty’s attention. She pushed at Kitty’s chest, applying pressure until Kitty finally pulled away. Once their lips were apart, Betsy put her cigarette back in her mouth and breathed in seemingly all the smoke she could.

“What’s the matter with you?” Kitty asked.

“I don’t know what you—”

“Yes, you do what I mean. Something’s different. You’re different. It’s like your skin doesn’t feel the same. What is it? Tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” Betsy said, but the look in her eyes made a liar out of her.

“Is it something I did? Is there someone else?” Kitty dreaded her own words as she voiced. “Have you met someone…?”

Betsy wrung her hands together, leaving the cigarette unattended in her mouth, leaking ashes onto the bedspread as she puffed on it. For a long time, the only noise was her hazy breathing. She seemed to be arranging her thoughts into words, but when she finally spoke, it sounded like a speech she’d been rehearsing.

“We never agreed that we would be exclusive, Kitty,” Betsy said softly. “I mean, when we started, you were with Laura. I never had a problem with you being with her. In fact, the three of us being together were some of the most wonderful times I’ve had in my life—”

“Who is she?” Kitty interrupted, crossing her arms sourly. “Someone on the X-Men or just some groupie?”

“No, I…”

“An Avenger?” Kitty insisted. “Maybe that girl at the bar you introduced me to when I was there for Christmas. I always thought you two were close—”

“It’s not a girl.”

Kitty tilted her head to the side. “What’s that?”

“You know that Scott’s down at the Massachusetts Academy a lot, seeing Emma.” Betsy’s eyes avoided Kitty’s stricken face. “We’ve always had chemistry, but since things started with Emma, the two of us haven’t dealt with it. At first, it was just an unspoken thing. We both decided to be friendly—”

“How friendly?” Kitty demanded.

“We went out a few times and we chaperoned a school dance together. We were the only two adults, so of course we danced…”

“Oh, is that it?” Kitty cried, her bitterness finally bursting out of her. “Or did he fuck you? Did he fuck you, Betsy? Did he shove his fat cock inside you?”

“He never asked me about me and you, so I don’t see why you should ask me—”

Kitty’s face was a mask of fury. She grabbed Betsy’s arm and held onto it like a steel vise. “Do you think I’ve been writing to you all this time because I wanted a pen pal? Did you think when I flew across the country to see you, it was just for a booty call?”

“I’m sorry,” Betsy said. “I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“You’re sorry?” Kitty stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. “I thought you liked our arrangement. I thought you wanted to be mine. But no, I guess it’s Scott you really want. I could’ve handled it if you were leaving me for another woman, I could even accept if you just didn’t love me, but now you’re telling me Scott Summers is a better fuck than I am--!”

“It’s not like that,” Betsy whispered.

“What about Emma? Do you do her too? Does she dom you? Scott fucks you and Emma doms you, is that it, so you have all your needs met under the same roof?”

“Kitty, please,” Betsy pleaded. “Try to understand!”

“I am trying! You’re not being much help! When did this even start?”

“Four months ago.”

“Who made the first move, you or him?”

“He did, but Emma said—“ Betsy stopped, realizing she’d given away more than she’d intended.

“Christ. Christ!” Kitty gasped, burying her face in her hands. “Then you are some sort of fucked-up threesome. You’re not even leaving me to be in some normal relationship, you just found a better deal than Laura and I can give you.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” Betsy exclaimed. “You came on to me pretty strongly, as I recall. Well, Emma and Scott wanted me just as badly as you did. And they weren’t halfway across the country. It’s only natural I let them meet my needs. It’s not like you ever kept your urges to yourself!”

“So you liked it as much with them as with me, huh?” Kitty snorted with contempt. “Did you like it when he pumped it into you? You must’ve. You must like it from both of them, since I know you like it from me and Laura. Who’s the weak link, huh? If they both get you off, then which of us isn’t doing the job here, huh? Me or Laura?”

“You don’t have to be such a brat about it.”

“How do you expect me to be? I thought you were mine and now you tell me I’m some kind of… shareholder! Tell me, how much time do I get with you before Emma and Scott want you back?”

“It’s not like that. They don’t try to control me…”

“Yeah, why’s that? Because they know you’re addicted to them like you used to be to me? Because they don’t really care about you and I do?”

“I said it’s not like that. It’s different.”