Mental Stimulation

“Your call, Red,” said the gruff voice of Logan as he sat around a table with Jean, Scott, Ororo, and Hank. The group sat around the table and played their weekly game of poker. While it was a mostly friendly game, there was some betting that did happen.

“Ok fine, I raise a week of kitchen duty,” Jean said with a smile. The rest of the group groaned.

“Oh? That’s what you're betting him? I fold then,” Scott said happily as he tossed his cards on the table. He was never happier to have a pair of twos.

“Oh yes, I could use a good meal. Could you make a traditional African meal? Yours are always so exquisite,” said Ororo as she also placed her cards on the table. Her two pair would most likely not win this battle.

“Logan’s cooking skills have always been excellent,” said Hank as he also folded his hand.

“You all have that much faith in her, eh?” asked Logan as he met her bet. “Fine, two weeks of training the newbies,” said Logan as he matched her bet.

“You’re doing that just to mess with me since I’m after you in training, aren’t you?” asked Scott, mildly annoyed. Logan just smirked.

“What you got, Jeanie?” he asked.

“Four of a kind!” she said proudly as she laid down four queens with a three as the fifth card. She knew four of a kind was a hard hand to beat. She felt like she had a good chance of beating Logan this round.

“Sorry, Red, but you lose,” he said as he placed a straight flush on the table. The table groaned unanimously as the eldest one of them revealed his hand. Their dreams of great food was crumbling in front of them. Jean was a good cook in her own right, but Logan was probably the best cook they currently had in the house thanks to his long life.

“Guess I’ll have to rewrite my training schedule for the students this week,” sighed Scott as he gathered the cards and began to shuffle them.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” asked Jean in a raised voice.

“Your empathy is great Jean, it makes you a wonderful person and a great spokesperson for human-mutant relations, but it makes you a terrible teacher for combat situations,” Scott told his wife. Jean was upset with his words, but knew it was true. She did not like that he said that but could not argue against it.

“I am not happy you said that, but I can’t quite argue with it. I want them trained but I don’t want to hurt them either,” she said.

“That is why I love you, Jean,” Scott told her. “Your empathy knows no bounds. You help keep us grounded. You remind us what we are fighting for. And you teaching the students that empathy is well worth me having a rough two weeks of training. Leave the fight training to Logan and I,” Scott told his wife. “You teach them what you think is important during battles, and leave the rest up to Logan and I,” Scott said as he leaned over and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek.

“Well sorry for caring about the well being of our students!” Jean said in a huff.

“Jean, your empathy is what makes you one of the best mutants,” Ororo told her dear friend.

“I agree with Ororo, you make us all better by being around,” Hank chimed in.

“You can be a stick in the mud sometimes Red. But you always do the right thing,” Logan said to her.

“I can be fun and wild too!” Jean told the group, who all laughed at her little outburst. Her emotions flared at their laughing and that is when she felt it. An urge for her body that she felt from her husband often and Logan daily. She quickly realized it was the new student, who was attempting to give Hank a sample of the most intimate nature. This’ll show them! Jean thought to herself as she came up with a wicked idea to be a little wild but without everyone finding out.

Hello, Chris. Would you like some help? A female voice suddenly spoke to Chris in his head. The sudden voice shocked Chris out of his fantasy and his imaginary Jean disappeared and he squeezed his dick a little too hard that caused a sharp pain to shoot up his back.

“Ouch ouch ouch!” he blurted out in pain. Oh God! I’m sorry! I did not mean to scare you! said the voice in Chris’ head.

I felt your thoughts about me and decided I’d give you some additional help. The voice sounded familiar already and with that little bit of information, Chris started to connect the dots.

“Jean?! IS THAT YOU?! OH MY GOD! I’M SO SORRY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU LIKE THAT!” Chris yelled into the empty room, absolutely mortified that his psychic teacher found out he was masturbating to his imagination of her.

It’s ok, I don’t mind right now. In fact, as I’ve said before, I want to help you! Jean’s voice happily told him. Chris was not sure what was going on, if this was a test or trap, but he could not blow his chance to have fun with that sexy redhead teacher.

“I...uh...I’m ok with you helping me,” Chris told Jean, who grew a wicked smile at the poker table. The others were too busy discussing their next bet to notice the devilish grin the one they were jokingly mocking earlier was now sporting.

Good, then what do you say we get this party started? Jean asked a very lucky student.

“Yes please!” Chris said very enthusiastically. Chris could barely contain his excitement as his mind began to wonder about all the things Jean would do to him. All these ideas, of course, flowed into Jean’s mind. Jean did not know what to think at all the images that flashed into her mind.

Oh my. Some of these things I’ve never known people did during sex. Scott and I never did half those things! Jean thought to herself as she let the images continue to flow into her mind. I don’t know what all I want to do with him. Plus this isn’t cheating because I’m helping him with a medical procedure, right? Jean asked herself as she tried to justify what she was about to do.