Storm

A tall, dark-skinned woman who looked to be in her late twenties stepped out of his house. Despite his fear, Mark couldn’t help but trace his eyes down her magnificent amazonian body that came complete with nice hips and breasts he thought had to be at least cup size larger than Ms. Roberts’ all wrapped up in a tight white blouse and black skirt. What really caught his eye was how white her hair was. He wondered if it was dyed or natural. It gave her the look of a sophisticated, exotic beauty that was so far out of Mark’s league that she might as well be on another planet.

“Mark Williams?” The woman had a rich voice with a slight trace of a foreign accent - from where, Mark had no idea.

“Y-yes, that’s me,” He blubbered foolishly as he tried to tell his legs to run, but they wouldn’t obey him.

The woman frowned for a moment before she settled her features into one of understanding. She flashed him a disarming smile.

“Mr. Williams, you have nothing to worry about,” The woman said. “My name is Ororo Munroe and I’m here to speak with you about an education opportunity I think you’ll be interested in.”

Mark stayed on the sidewalk.

“Oh?” He said numbly, as if that was the last thing he had expected her the say. “Um, where are my parents?”

“Your mother is inside,” Ororo’s eyes twinkled with thinly-veiled amusement. “I was just on my way to meet you at your school, but you’re here, so you must have managed to get out of detention early.”

“Mom told you I got detention?” Mark asked.

Ororo nodded.

“Oh. Well, that’s not good.”

“No, I suppose not,” Ororo smiled. “But it hardly matters. At Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, we believe in second chances. Why don’t we go inside, Mark, and discuss your future in a more comfortable setting.”

“S-sure!” Mark followed her and tried to avert his eyes as Ororo’s generous rump swayed enticingly beneath her tight skirt.

Mark filed into the house after Ororo and shut the front door. He could hear noises in the kitchen and figured that his mother was probably preparing dinner for when his father got home later.

He looked into the living room gestured for Ororo’s attention.

“Would here be good?” Mark asked.

“Perhaps,” Ororo gave him a considering glance. “Does your mother know about your special abilities?”

“Special?” He almost squeaked the word out.

Ororo’s hazel eyes misted over until her pupils and iris disappeared and became completely white. Outside, the sky grew dark and Mark heard the soft pitter-patter of rain as it hit the house.

She whispered, “I’m a mutant and I know you are, too.”

Mark was dumbfounded, but he managed to tap into a well of courage he didn’t know he had.

“Okay,” He whispered. “My parents don’t know. Please don’t tell them.”

Ororo’s eyes became hazel again and the rain and the clouds dissipated.

“Then I suggest we go to your room for privacy’s sake,” Ororo said. “Would that be acceptable?”

“It’s not like my mom would care,” Mark shrugged. “Follow me.”

He crept upstairs to his room and closed the door once Ororo entered.

As she passed him, Mark got an eyeful of her cleavage.

Man, what I wouldn’t give to see her -get naked.-

Ororo’s hand had accidentally grazed his as she walked by.

Mark’s eyes widened when he felt the telltale sign of his commands being delivered into another person's mind.

Oh no, did I just-

“What am I doing?” Ororo's hands were at work unbuttoning her tight white blouse. She looked at her own body with a panicked expression. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it off.

Mark was speechless as he beheld Ororo’s dark, toned chest and her bra-clad breasts.

Definitely bigger than Ms. Roberts! The thought jolted him out of his shock and he watched as a disbelieving Ororo let her skirt fall to the floor.

“Why am I doing this- you!” Ororo glared at him furiously. Her eyes began to turn white. "Stop this, now!"

“Oh, fuck,” Mark rushed at Ororo and grabbed a hold of her wrists.

-Sle- She kicked him. -Slee- She slapped him. -Sleep.- She collapsed.

Mark drew a shuddering breath and palmed his face.

“Oh god,” He stared at the **** fellow mutant.

The hot **** fellow mutant who was currently only wearing a bra and panties.

“Stop it,” Mark admonished himself. “Focus. I need to fix this before I… I…”

_...Have fun…_ The thought came unbidden into his mind. Try as he might, he couldn’t make it go away and it seemed to get stronger with each passing moment.

“Okay, Mom isn’t barging into my room, so I think I’m good on that front,” he said. “Did she not even hear Ororo scream? Whatever.”

He reached down and caressed Ororo’s smooth chocolate skin. With a sudden burst of inspiration, commands surged from his fingertips and into Ororo’s pliant mind.

-Mark Williams didn’t make you get naked just now.-

To cover up the incident.

-It’s okay for Mark Williams to see you naked.-

To turn the incident into a triviality.

-Everything Mark Williams does is normal.-

To prevent future incidents.

-You'll never try to harm Mark Williams.-

To prevent Ororo from using her seemingly immense powers against him.

-Do whatever Mark Williams says and think nothing of it.-

To establish some measure of control.

-You feel the need to answer completely honestly whenever Mark Williams asks you a question.-

To learn all there was to know about Ororo and the so-called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

Mark was still incredibly rattled, but certain he had covered all of his bases. His hand drifted to Ororo’s shapely rear and squeezed.

-Wake up.-