Yes... after a fashion.

The journey to the Xavier Institute should have been amazing. Taking a small private jet, decked out with every luxury imaginable including a meal worthy of a five star restaurant. Landing at another small airport they'd taken a limousine bigger than some apartments on a scenic drive through upstate New York before reaching a school that had clearly once been a mansion. Despite all that Isabel was miserable.

Sitting in an enclosed space for hours seemed to have concentrated her powers to a dangerous degree. At one point during the flight everything had become weightless as their jet went into free-fall. Apparently the pilot had started riding her co-pilot in his seat, and fallen backwards against the controls after she came. The limousine driver had been almost as bad, freely jerking off during the whole trip to the Institute. Even now she could still hear him going at it, and glancing over his shoulder she could see splashes of white here and there on the steering wheel.

Isabel put a hand on the door handle but didn't open it, caught between her need to escape the vehicle and stretch her legs but hesitant due to her current state. The great oak doors of the school had been left invitingly open, and she could both see and faintly hear other students inside. Normally she'd have been giddy to run out and meet them, but not now. Not with her powers the way they were, and not with her penis standing straight up and eager like a flagpole.

“Um... do you think I could get some of that relief you offered? I've kinda got an... issue here.”

She shot a sour look at the two women in the opposite seats of the limo. The pair of them had been enjoying what Emma called “private time” during the whole trip. “Private” apparently just meant that Izzy wasn't allowed to join in though, not that they'd actually keep their antics away from view. They'd kissed and licked and fucked each other right in front of their new student for the whole trip, seeming to relish their audience of one.

Only the near **** experience on the plane and, Izzy suspected, growing soreness had made them stop. Now they were snuggled up together, half asleep, Jubilee with her cheek on Emma's breast. It'd have been cute if they hadn't been driving Isabel fucking crazy.

“Shush now love.” Emma's voice was a languid purr, “This had been a big day for her and she deserves some sleep. I'll make sure no one notices your erection. Go meet your classmates and get settled in. We can talk later.” For just a moment she locked eyes with the girl, and suddenly she knew exactly how to navigate the school and where her room was.

'A talk isn't what I need...' Isabel didn't give the grumpy thought voice, but from Emma's expression she was pretty sure she'd been heard anyways. Before she knew what was happening her body was opening the car door and stepping outside, all without her permission. The impulse faded a second later and she was in control again, but by then the car had already pulled away, heading around the building. With nowhere left to retreat Isabel was left facing the imposing old building alone, her aching cock pointing stiffly ahead.