Poolside Chat

Emma wanted her to follow. She wanted to get under Jean's skin. She wanted to fluster her, to get her to stoop to her level! And as a general rule of thumb... Emma Frost should never get what she wants.

Jean could pretend this never happened. Just go about her day... But that's exactly why she shouldn't. As the secondary leader of the X-Men, she couldn't just ignore the fact that one of her teammates was walking around butt naked! Even if nobody else realized it! And so, the redhead had little choice but to follow...

It was a cool, but sunny day outside. Some mutants trained in the nearby field or flew overhead. Emma herself was reading by the pool, looking far too comfortable...

Jean tried to focus on her face. She truly did! That smug, flawless face... But her eyes drifted down to her big tits, sitting out in the open, soaking in the sun. Emma had one leg raised on her lounge chair, leaving her vagina in plain view for all to see...

Or rather, for Jean to see.

"Oh, Jean. You poor thing." Emma chuckled, without so much as looking up from her book. "I sensed you from a mile away! Your mind is this jumbled mess of lust and nerves. Is this really such a big deal?"

"Yes, Emma, it is!" Jean replied indignantly, then composed herself and glanced away. "So you're really... A nudist? Seriously?"

"That depends on your definition, dear." Emma replied, laying her novel on her breasts and stretching in the sun. "I meet the criteria. But can you really be a nudist if everyone sees you wearing clothes? Or, almost everyone, that is.

To all of our little friends, I'm dressed in whatever they deem fashionable. On missions, I can make them see my preferred X-Men outfit. But I've never worn so much as a single sock while being here."

Aside from how... Obscene this was, Jean couldn't help but be impressed. This wasn't some parlor trick. This took skill and constant effort! Effort that seemed to be... Effortless to Emma. She took a seat beside the bare blonde.

"I'll admit, I never thought to use my powers like that. But you've always been better at manipulating others."

"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment..." Emma muttered. Finally, she'd sit up, then stand. She'd lean over Jean, breasts dangling and swaying freely, wearing nothing but that smug smile on her face.

"Now, I could just look into your mind to answer this question, but I'd much rather hear you say it. Are you simply curious about my dressing habits?

Or... Shall I teach you this little technique of mine?"