Ororo deals with her new urges

It felt like her entire world had been shaken up and no matter what Ororo did she couldn't get everything settled properly.

She'd awoken to find herself an utter mess. Not only has she cum so badly in her sleep that she'd soaked the sheets but the mattress had been left drenched as well. She'd stripped the linens and tried to create some wind in her room to dry things off but that had only caused the musky smell of her arousal to spread through the house, much to her embarrassment. She was glad that she had slept in the nude at least, so she didn't have to deal with wet pajamas, but that was only a small victory.

If that had been the end of it she might have been able to move past everything. But the dream, which she remembered in such vivid detail, refused to remove itself from her mind. it felt like someone had stapled it to her skull, so that everything she did went back to it. The shower she'd taken to try and remove the dried juices on her thighs had only caused her to remember the hot tub and the feeling of Scott gripping her meaty rear with his strong hands. It had only been the water going cold that had made Ororo realize she'd been in there for an hour, two fingers stuck up her snatch and the water around her feet cloudy from the multiple times she'd squirted.

Getting dressed had been a chore because she kept looking in the mirror, thinking about how Scott would react to her wearing such outfits. It had left her nipples so hard and aching that trying to slip on a bra had left her nearly crashing to the floor; she'd finally selected her breeziest dress so she could go without a bra (and, as she'd realize later, no panties) and not have anyone see her nubs that ached for Scott to suck on them.

'Stop it!' she thought as she grabbed a bagel for breakfast. 'You can't think like that! Scott is Jean's husband!'

She would never betray her friend like that. Never **** her trust like Emma had. Storm refused that.

Which was why when there was a knock on the door she'd felt like hiding when she'd realized who it was.

"Hi Ororo!" Jean said happily, breezing in with some coffees. "Thought I'd see how things were going!"

Jean, for her part, was utterly delighted with everything. She could smell the sex on the air and knew that soon it wouldn't merely be because of wet dreams but her best friend and her husband fucking. 'God, if I could bottle that scent I'd go to bed with it drenching a rag that covered my face!'

"I'm... good," Ororo said weakly. "What brings you here?"

"Ugh, Scoot," Jean said, moving on to the next part of her plan. "He was too touchy feely this morning... I had to get away."

"What do you mean?" Ororo asked, moving to join Jean in the kitchen.

"Oh, just how... its going to sound stupid but he does these things that just bug me! Like he wants to rub my feet all the time or give me massages! Or he'll cook meals and yeah they are good but... he's just always THERE!"

Ororo frowned. Suddenly all she could think about was how her feet ached after a long day and if she had Scott waiting for her she would be so grateful for a foot rub. Or how sometimes after training her shoulders would ache and he had sometimes given her a massage and it was SOOOOOO good. And she knew he was an amazing cook...

As Jean continued to complain about how Scott was so wonderful and nice Ororo found her smile being more and more ****. 'She has the perfect man and she bitches about him?' Ororo thought in disgust. 'If I had Scott I would show him the respect he deserves!'

Jean, hearing that, silently used her telekinesis to cause the pipes under Ororo's sink to rattle.

"Oh! Sounds like a plumbing issue!" Jean said quickly. "Tell you what... I'll send Scott over tonight to fix those... he's good with his hands and it will get him out of my hair."

"I couldn't-"

"You'd be doing me a favor, honestly. Give me some me time."

Ororo, after a long moment, nodded her head and Jean smirked as she sipped her coffee.