A boring Day

When I climbed out of bed the next morning, I felt like I was on the brink of exhaustion, but I was slowly getting used to it. Emma was an incredible lover and even without her assurance, I knew I was getting better every time. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. Emma was already gone and probably had things to prepare for school. I, however, had 2 days to prepare for an important exam. On the way out, I picked out one of the trees and sat under it. It was the perfect place to start my self-study. As I looked around I realized that I was not the only one who had had this idea. Many of the students probably used the weekend to prepare for the physics exam on Monday. I was surprised how much time the students spent here on the weekend until I realized that many of us didn't have the option to go home.

Smiling, I sat back and remembered that on a Saturday morning at this time of day, I was sure I had done everything but study. Especially not at such an unchristian time. But here I had nothing else to do anyway and I wanted to get good grades. So, I overcame my inner bastard and stuck my nose deep into the book in front of me.

Physics as such was stupid, but higher quantum physics? After 2 hours I was just as clever as before and overcame my pride and went to a group that had gathered around a 13-year-old boy. He explained these topics with such ease that it was embarrassing not only for me. When I asked him about it, he mentioned rather casually that his IQ would be somewhere between 1023 and 2310 and that previous tests could not tell that exactly. Not surprisingly, at this level my jaw dropped. We talked a little and he explained that he had no other mutations. He was just ridiculously clever. What sounded great at first, however, revealed some nasty disadvantages, it seemed. He was not able to let things rest and was thinking all kinds of nonsense the whole time.

However, he had helped me to understand the subject. Even more so. I was now able to carry on alone and I got so lost in the material that I did not even notice someone approaching me. Suddenly, a shadow appeared on me and when I turned up I almost had my eyes fall out of my head. Next to me stood Jean in a bikini and a silk scarf wrapped around her waist. I couldn't get enough of the sight and then felt a slight kick in my ribs as I looked to the other side and Scott was standing there.

"Make sure your eyes don't fall out! Get dressed! Today I'm taking over your training." He said with a wide grin and Jean smiled softly at me.

"Pack your swimsuits. When this martinet is through with you we'll enjoy the good weather for a while!

Who could have resisted. I closed my books and only 20 minutes later we drove to their special place. Scott seemed a bit confused when Jean asked him to, but he still took us both to that place. He had no idea that I knew him and had been here with his wife. We got out of the car and Scott smiled at me.

"Good boy. Now we're gonna learn how to fight." He grinned wide and Jean smirked at both of us. She had put on a simple blue dress. When she went to the water she just dropped the dress and ignored both of us. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to enjoy the sight any longer as I lost contact with the ground and was thrown over Scott's shoulder.

"Rule number one. Never be distracted by a woman." He then grinned as he bent over my face. The grin on his face was simply indescribable. It wasn't arrogant or reprehensive, but compassionate and concerned.

I slowly straightened up again and rubbed my shoulder. "What the hell was that?" I asked confusedly, and Scott held out his hand to pull me to my feet.

"That was Ninjitzu." He grinned broadly and smiled. "Your abilities are mental, which means you don't possess any powers like strength, speed or the like. But almost all mutants have a heightened system. You will have noticed that you are fitter than other people your age. Many people feel this way. Not all of us possess superhuman strength, but many of us have increased reflexes and endurance. At least if it is a positive mutation. He explained calmly.

He showed me some basic attitudes and when I asked him what a positive mutation was, he said calmly and calmly.

"Not every mutant is blessed with special abilities. It happens just as well that one mutation is too much for the human body. This is what we call a negative mutation. The professor would say that we are in an evolutionary leap. We are still evolving; the problem is that the human body is not always able to withstand the forces that it receives through its mutation. This can in some cases lead to a mutant having a shitty life. To put it diplomatically. He said while correcting my position again and again. "Do you understand that?"

"I think so, so does that mean I'm above average?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, but what's the point of all this if you're not trained? Just because you're physically capable of something doesn't mean your body can."

"Huh?" I asked confusedly and looked at him questioningly.

"Just because the body can be very persistent and strong, without constant training it will not be able to make use of these abilities. And that means... you will train, but you will find it easier than others. He said calmly and crossed his arms. "Trust me. You will become better."

"Are you two finally finished now?" we suddenly heard the voice of Jean who emerged from the water like a goddess and threw her head back into the neck. She ran her hands through the wet hair to expose her face. That her flawless body attracted my gaze like the light attracted the moth. Luckily for me, Scott also seemed to be distracted by her sight and so I managed to punch him in the face with an elbow. He staggered backwards and fell on his back, looking at me with a bleeding nose in surprise as Jean stood next to me and grinned.

"Yes darling. Lesson number one, never be distracted by a woman" she grinned and ran her hand through my hair. At the same time, she looked at my face almost insecurely before she smiled. "You did really good, Dean! I am proud of you!"

Then she turned away from me in a hurry and went to the car to throw something over herself. Her behavior apparently irritated not only me but also Scott who was following her. I saw them hugging and he wanted to kiss her, but she turned her head away and laid it on his shoulder. She seemed to look at me closely and I saw confusion in her eyes. It was interesting to see the usually so confident woman like that. It was more than clear that this time it was not my fault. As the training was over I just grinned and left them alone for a moment. The whole training had made me sweat a lot and a little trip to the lake would be good for sure.

Just as I swam back to the shore Jean came towards me. While walking she let the towel that had covered her body slip off her shoulders. One step after the other she walked into the lake and slowly slid into the water. Scott was nowhere to be seen and finally I felt ground under my legs again. Jean's gaze was fixed on me and she smiled at me as she put one hand on my chest. I was in the water until just under my trousers and let her hand go. She moved along my pectoral muscles and slowly followed the single drops of water with her fingers and eyes. This touch alone was enough to give me a hard-on, which was clearly visible in these trousers. When her hand reached my belly, her gaze fell on my bulging trousers and her eyes were fixed on them for a second before she looked up at me again and wanted to say something before she broke off and just smiled almost sadly. She put her hand on my cheek and smiled up.

"We should go back Dean. Surely you have better things to do than to be with your boring teacher!"

Before I could say anything back, she was already on her way to the car and on the way back she was silent in the back seat while I was sitting next to Scott. I just had to open my mouth to turn the situation in my favor, but somehow, I just felt that if I didn't do anything, it would bring me much more fun and above all joy. When we were back at school it was just under 5 o'clock in the evening. While the two of them went straight to their flat, I stood around in the garage and thought about what I would do. To be honest, I had no intention of sleeping over at Emma's house tonight. Not that she wasn't seductive, it was just that I wasn't in the mood for her. I informed her about it and to my astonishment she was neither angry nor disappointed. On the contrary. She seemed relieved when I told her that. When I asked her about it, she explained that my power was enormous, but that such powers could also spoil the character. She recommended that I spend a little time with friends. She recommended that I should never lose contact with those who were in danger of falling under my control every second. Only a true friendship would allow me to know when to use my powers and when not.

I listened to her words and as I sat with my friends, I realized the deep and all-encompassing wisdom behind Emma's words. For it was like what I was experiencing with Jean now. A true friend did not need to be manipulated. One accepted their different opinions and cared for their well-being.

That evening we played Monopoly for hours and at about 2am we had to admit defeat to Kitty. She had played us all to the ground and I learned a lot of German and Russian curses that evening, but I had rarely laughed more than that evening. When I finally arrived in my room I fell into my bed like a dead man and even woke up still smiling. In the best of moods, I grabbed my books and went back to my tree to continue my studies.

Meanwhile.

"Your student is quite eager Jean." Emma said as she looked out the window where Dean was sitting by the tree.

"He has great potential." Jean admitted and crossed her arms. She still did not like Emma, but sometimes it was imperative to talk to her. "May I ask what interests you about him?" she asked bitingly, and Emma just smiled.

"From his abilities, he reminds me very much of Purple Man or the Mind Master. Both have abilities like his and yet he is different from both.

"That's because of his limiter in his head. Hank suspects that he would be much more powerful without it." Jean answered and put one hand on the window when she looked at Dean. Her eyes hung thoughtfully on him and her face was blank.

"I don't mean that Jean and you know it. A truly powerful mutant is not only made up of its abilities, but also how to handle them. I must know. I really suck at this sort of thing, but he fits in well at school here. He has that certain something that is not defined by his abilities. Dean is someone you should keep an eye on."

"Touch him and you'll get to know me!" Jean growled much more angrily than she had intended and received an astonished look from Emma. She knew immediately that she had said too much.

"Don't worry, Jean. I only want his best. No more ... and no less ..." she said with a grin and walked away. Jean, however, stopped and watched the young man by the tree for a while longer and sighed heavily.

"Yes, Dean... you have that certain something though..."