Clearly this new student needs Jean's help.

“It's all right. Helping young people learn to cope with their powers is what we do here.” Jean put a hand on Isabel's shoulder and gave a comforting smile. She knew it likely wasn't wise to get so close to her, but the girl looked so lost she simply had to comfort her. Besides, Jean was considerably more powerful than Emma, she could handle it. “I'll make sure no one notices your... condition. Given time, you may learn to control it.”

“That's great but...” The red-head was being so nice, Izzy couldn't bare to look her in the face, “...I kind'a need help now. It's getting really bad. Do you have a way to turn it off? Or... well... there's a girl that's supposed to help me...”

“I'm sorry?”

“There's a girl, Jubilee or Jubilation, I'm not sure which. I can't... you know... make it go away on my own. I need someone else. So Ms. Frost arranged for her to stay with me and, well, help.”

Jean groaned, pressing her palm against her own face. “Are you telling me Emma pimped out one of our students?”

“I mean, I wouldn't exactly say pimped...”

“Isabel? Would it be alright if I read your mind? I'm a telepath as well.”

“Oh, uh sure. Thanks for asking first. Ms. Frost would just do it.”

“Of course she would...” Gently, Jean placed a hand on either side of the girl's jaw, her fingertips just barely sinking past her hairline. Tilting forward she touched her forehead to Isabel's. Physical contact was hardly necessary, the girl's mind was an open book, but again she wanted to comfort her. And besides, for some reason it felt good to be close to her.

In a flash Jean experienced everything Isabel had in the last few hours. The ride over, watching the airport orgy break out, how it felt to have Lillian's mouth around her cock... Taking Jubilee's virginity, filling her...

Was it supposed to take this long? Isabel remembered Emma reading her in an instant. Seconds ticked by, and Ms. Grey continued to hold her like that. As Izzy watched the red-head's breathing deepened, her exhales becoming sighs. Blood filled the other woman's lips, making them look even more enticing than they already did. Maybe Jean wouldn't notice if Izzy leaned just a little closer and...

“Clearly what happened was unacceptable.” Jean's lovely green eyes were open again, at least part way. Almost reluctantly she pulled away.

“I'm sorry... I know I shouldn't ha...”

“I mean that uncaring bitch didn't even let you inside her did she? Just made poor Jubilee do all the hard work while she got her pussy licked.”

Warning bells went off in Isabel's head. It took real effort to speak when all she wanted to do was keep quite and let things happen.

“Ms Grey, uh, I think maybe you should step outside for a moment. When people are around me too long they...”

Those lips Isabel had so desired now pressed into her own, silencing her. Whatever chivalry she'd tried to muster melted in an instant. A string of soothing kisses went up Isabel's jawline, tracing a path from her mouth to her ear.

“I'll take such good care of you...” Jean's whisper made Isabel whimper, “...and I promise you can finish inside me as many times as you need.” The offer was punctuated with Jean capturing her earlobe between her lips and softly suckling on it.

A tiny whisper of, “Okay,” was all Isabel could manage.