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I gathered my running clothes and silently tiptoed, not wanting to waken Storm, out towards the track. At least I think Storm said there was a track on campus. It was too hard to think back to the tour, because my head was muddled with the hours of sex I had with the tour guide. I asked around and walked around for what seem liked hours until a sign next to two revolving doors said "track." That was my path and not even the cold feel of the door, bracing me for the icy exterior, was gonna stop me from fresh air.

Besides one other person running the track, I was basically alone. Thank god for small favors. I replaced my sweat stained shirt with my running one and started out the track in a light jog. Slowly ramping up speed as my body started to adjust to the slight icy wind sweeping my body. My jogging actually turned out to be a lot slower than the other jogger on the track, and she eventually passed me. Even though it was for a brief second, I knew something happened. The slight shift in her upper torso to her increased speed said it all. Goddamn powers! I **** my legs to jog faster, making them feel like jello, but I needed to make sure she didn't come back around a second time. So much for a light jog.

She had other ideas for light jog, but now it looked like those plans changed. Her speed started to pick up even faster than before. Her original pace now resembling a turtle making a run for it. I knew two choices were now in front of me, either pick up the pace until she gave in or try to make a break for the revolving door. Too late, she had caught up to me and the look in her eyes told me everything. The lust was in her eyes. It must have been the extra activity with Storm mixed with the running that let my powers kick into overdrive. The runner kept the same pace as mine right next to me. And as we were about to pass the only stretch of grass that didn't look dead, she tackled me on top of it. Now on top, the runner tore her shirt off and I mean tore. It snapped in half laying in tatters on the grass to my left. My eyes darted to her exposed chest now hovering over my face. The olive-toned beauties took my breath away and I barley noticed her whisper into my ear.

"Monet," she whispered. More words came into my ear and I couldn't repeat them without getting fully erect, so I'll leave it at that.

Our tongues danced for hours, entangling in endless slurps and teases of the mouth. I took that moment to slide a hand down her shorts, massaging her snatch. Slowly circling it with one finger, forcing Monet to pull out of kissing for moment. Her face quivered in anticipation. Clearly she didn't like to be teased and I didn't want to make her wait any longer. Two fingers pumped in and out rapidly and Monet reacted with very heavy breaths. Then as fingers continued probing, she tried to compensate by aggressively cupping her breasts. Swirling her own breasts only made me want to pump her even more and more I did. As I quickened my pace, Monet started to produce inaudible obscenities in french. She was clearly trying to vent as she neared climax. But as suddenly as she witched to french, she just as suddenly switched to english, I guess I was in big trouble. Her hands reached down and pulled my dick in place of my exploring fingers, I grimaced as I felt her pussy tighten around it. It seemed she didn't think this was enough to sate her either and she started to grind as well. I knew she was happy, because she went straight back to dirty french talk after that. Moaning ensued.

10 minutes passed and Monet was out cold. The sex was so incredible that she collapsed from the overwhelming pleasure. I didn't really think ahead of what I was going to do, Storm was out in my dorm, and Monet lay asleep in the only other place where I could be alone. My ears were then filled with a sound, the bell. I took a whiff of myself and gagged. Jesus did I smell, where are the showers? The showers! I could just relax in hot water for hours, letting my body just melt away the stress of my first day. Perfect idea. So I popped up off the ground and gave Monet a farewell peck on the forehead. She gave a slight moan to let me know she was still alive. Then I walked off the track towards the exit.

As I was making my towards the co-ed showers I started to ponder about my time so far. My time here was making my powers spiral out of control, and I thought I was here to to learn how to control them. Not only that, but to use them for the betterment of all mutant-kind. But I could never get my powers under control, because it seemed another person also thought to use the showers, even at this hour. The massive amounts of steam pouring out from one of the stalls was a clear indication.

"It better not be another woman," I muttered under my breath.

I pushed the open shower door and strolled into the steaming hot room. It had the feeling of a sauna and I tore at my clothes before sweat started to ruin them. Then I tossed them over to a nearby basket and picked the nearest empty stall. I glanced over my shoulder before I got in, the random stall I choose just happened to be adjacent to the only other one occupied. My head was clearly not working, all the sex today had really drained my energy, even just to make simple sex-avoiding choices.

"It's okay, good enough range to not be effective," I told myself.

I turned the knob and found that it only took a few seconds to heat up, giving me my first real experience at expensive showers. Then the other occupant's shower ceased and the curtains pulled back, making me pull back form the bliss of the nice hot shower. Worry took over.

"Crap, just stay away from the curtain and no peeking" I told myself.

Footsteps betrayed the person and then her voice fully betrayed her, "Another bloody fucking day in paradise Betts."

I looked against my best judgement. She was drop dead gorgeous; asian, ample breast size, a firm ass to go with it, and not to mention her lustrous purple hair. I loved that she was checking herself out, it was like watching which parts of her body she was giving the gold, silver, and bronze medals to. Her body stiffened and the woman saw me in the mirror peeking. She turned violently and with the gaze she casted my way, I knew I was dead. I backed away trying to hide myself deeper into my stall, but she was quick. Almost ninja-like, because not a second later she was pulling back the curtains and held me against the wall by my throat. I thought my life was going to end right here and right now, but good old powers work on anyone.

"You little cock-sucking..."

About a few simple moments later she had her tongue forcibly in my mouth, and it was followed by her naked body being pushed up against mine. That drove me insane **** me to firmly grab her ass with both of my hands. She placed her left leg around my upper thigh, giving her extra support as we kissed. Her tits heaved up and down on my chest, rubbing gently against my wet skin. The raw emotion coupled with the blissful heat of the shower made our love even more pleasurable. I was definitely going to enjoy this one, especially this one.