Even without the Brainwash, Jean starts to feel attracted to him

For the rest of the lesson, I understandably had trouble concentrating and Emma always made a habit of catching me when I was unprepared. Was she trying to make a fool of me in front of Laura? To my surprise, however, she seemed to like the fact that I didn't seem to be one of the usual model students. When I realized this, I shook my head and realized that Emma was always one step ahead of me. After class, I stayed in my seat for a while and while the others left the room, Emma came to me. She sat on my lap with her legs apart and pulled my arms towards her until I hugged her. Then she started to move her pelvis rhythmically on my lap and just grinned at me.

"Mh ... Evil Dean! Could it be that Laura pleases you?" she grinned and rubbed her body harder against my loins, which didn't exactly help to calm me down.

"What if she did?" I grinned questioningly and let my hands wander a little lower to her belt.

"Then it would be good that I warn you, my pretty little accomplice," she grinned and bent over to kiss me. It was a hot, quick kiss. The kind of kiss that made one's mind look like it was wrapped in cotton wool.

"Warn?" I said and licked my lips. Heavens... That woman could kiss so hard you could barely stand it.

She laid her hands on mine and grinned. "Either do it right or forget it" she grinned and pressed them directly on her hot ass which I immediately grabbed willingly and determinedly, and she grinned contentedly. "Much better Dean! Now very simple. The little bitch you've got your eyes on is Logan!" she grinned broadly and laughed amusedly when she saw my probably not particularly witty look. "Right. Well... to be more precise, she's a clone of Logan."

"Clone? But she's a woman?" I asked, completely confused, and Emma grinned at me and squeezed her tits.

"Oh really? And what revealed it to you? The tits? The long hair?! The missing beard!" she laughed and grinned at me. "Heavens. I must have really confused you if you don't even look!" she said a little offended when I didn't admire her bust size. So, they removed certain chromosomes and experimented with his DNA. The result was X-23, which was her code name. She has all the abilities Logan has, but her body is a little different. But the warning comes because she also has the regenerative abilities of Logan. You understand?"

"Uh... no... not quite!" I admitted.

"Your powers are based on pheromones, honey! That means her body will fight off those pheromones and adapt to them. And believe me... you don't want to be in bed with her when she realizes you've manipulated her!" she smiled and took my head in her hands. "But don't worry! I'll take care of it!" she said and gave me a long soft kiss. "Will I see you tonight?" she then asked and kissed me again before getting up and going to the door.

My head was spinning, and it took a while to clear my mind. Luckily it was Friday and we all had weekends. Since very few students had the chance to go home at all, the school was full of students even on weekends and the teachers were apparently always here. As I walked through the corridors lost in thought and confused, I thought about what Emma had said.

The cloning of humans? Was that even possible? Of course, I had heard of criminal organizations that had great technical capabilities, A.I.M. was at the top of the list, but were they capable of such a thing? Totally lost in thought, I was suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled into a room. Instinctively I begged for my life.

"Please! I didn't do it!" escaped me and had closed my eyes in fear. But then I felt a gentle hand on my cheek and when I opened my eyes again I saw my beautiful Jean standing there, looking at me gently and reassuringly.

"It's OK, Dean. All is well" she said, and I felt her fingers caressing my cheek. "I'm sorry I surprised you like that..." she said gently and then approached me and gave me a totally surprising, very, very gentle kiss on the lips.

"Jean." I just stammered, and she smiled this smile that took my senses away.

"Miss Grey!" she said gently and smiled at me gently before her face became worried and sad. "Dean... I... must apologies to you. I... don't know what came over me yesterday!" she said dismayed and I just smiled at her.

I was incredibly embarrassed by how I had just reacted, but now that I saw who had grabbed me there, my fear was gone. I just looked at her and smiled when I heard her words. Apparently, her efforts had borne fruit. But then why had she kissed me?

"I beg you to forgive me, Dean. I may have... gotten myself into this somehow... but I don't want to lose you as a friend or a student. Do you understand that?"

"I... think so." I said it insecurely, and she took another step towards me. Without noticing it, I backed away from her until I felt the door behind me and could no longer avoid it. She had followed me again and again and was now standing so close in front of me that not even a piece of paper would have fit between our bodies. I smelled her wonderful perfume and still tasted her soft lips on mine.

" You' all forgive me?' she asked me gently and overcame the last mm that separated us. I could now feel her full breasts against my chest and swallowed.

"But... I... don't even know... what you mean!" I stammered helplessly. Despite my power, despite all my mutant powers, I felt helpless right now, as if it was she who controlled my mind.

"That I acted like this yesterday... that I got you in such a situation... that I... acted like Emma!" she whispered very close to my face. "You mean a lot to me, Dean. As a student... and as a man. I don't want you to think I'm a slut!"

Then she bent over a bit and I felt her lips on mine. Gently she pressed them against my lips. Our lips opened willingly and slowly our tongues touched. Again, and again her lips pressed gently against mine, again and again her tongue searched for mine and again and again a shiver ran down my whole body during this kiss. My legs became weak when I felt her kiss.

"I..." I just stammered after the kiss.

"Dean... do you forgive me?" she asked again, and I nodded and swallowed. At that moment I would have done anything for her, said yes to everything and believed everything she told me. The relieved smile I got as a reward for my nod was the biggest reward I could have imagined. She looked incredibly relieved. "Thank you... Dean! This means so much to me! You are... a good friend!" she swallowed hard and stepped back a little bit from me.

"I don't understand if yesterday... was so wrong... why... did you kiss me?" I asked awkwardly and confusedly as she smiled at me and tilted her head.

"Because yesterday I didn't just want to kiss you, Dean."

" you didn't?"

"No, silly!" she laughed. "Because yesterday I was this close to... doing more! And I am so proud of you. So grateful that you didn't take advantage of me at that weak moment!" she said softly and then smiled. "We... should just stick to our little secrets."

"Our little secrets." I smiled and nodded, and she came slowly towards me and gently put her arms around my head so that they rested on my shoulder and we just looked at each other.

"Of course, only... if you don't mind?" she asked insecurely, and I slowly found my way back to myself.

"Well... maybe... we'll kiss again first... and I'll decide then?" I grinned and immediately Jean pulled me to her and we kissed for a long time, deeply and longingly. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her body against mine.

"Mhm. Exactly... that's what I had in mind." She smiled and licked her lips. "I don't think my husband would have a problem with that at all!"

"What about our other secrets?" I said, looking down at her. Her blouse revealed nothing about her underwear and she gently kissed my forehead.

"I think we'd better not tell him about that now. I'm not sure if he'd like me to tell you what color my bra is," she said and turned around and leaned gently against me. "I'm so glad you don't despise me now," she said, relieved and I was enchanted by the perfume and her closeness.

"Jean.... I don't know... if I would ever be able to be that strong again..." I swallowed as I hesitantly wanted to put my hands around her, but then remained unsure as she suddenly grabbed her and laid her on her stomach first and then looked at me and smiled.

"Dean... I know that I'm not acting the way I should maybe... and that you might be confused... so I'd like to explain it to you." She said quietly and leaned against me with my arms wrapped around her.

"I love Scott! I've always loved him and I'm very happy with him... and even when people keep trying to label me, they think that I'm... well... talking dirty... or... wild... but I'm not all that. And neither is Scott. We... are not like that," she said and turned her head to me. "And well... you're the first person I haven't felt these thoughts from! That's why I don't read your thoughts, because I'm afraid that you'll see me as an object like everyone else!

These words were very interesting for me and I immediately had an idea. Since I already had her in my arms anyway, I just turned my head a little and whispered into her ear. "Jean... be so good as to look into my thoughts... and see only the things that would attract and impress you the most."

Jean didn't really react to my words and then turned and looked at me for a long time. Then she put her fingers on my temples and closed her eyes and started to smile. It was a satisfied, amazed smile and finally she opened her eyes and looked at me proudly.

"Dean. Whoever will conquer your heart She can and will be very happy. You have a beautiful mind." She said to me and I smiled at her. Apparently, it had worked.

"Well I hope I find a woman as beautiful and as smart as you." I said, and she blushed slightly.

"I'm sure you will!" Then she smiled again and looked at me. "May I ask you... something?"

"Of course, you may. What do you want to know?"

"Do..." she took a deep breath. “Do you even... want... us... to... kiss... I mean, maybe there's a student... you're young... and attractive... and smart... maybe... you don't even want us to..."

Before she could pronounce the word kiss, I was already with her and pressed my lips against hers. She happily kissed me back and then interrupted it before she smiled. "That's a good answer! I must confess, I would have missed it very much!"

"And how does that look?" I grinned and turned her around and she just grinned when she noticed and said

"Let me guess. You want to know if you can still put your hands on my tits?" she asked softly and took my hands and pulled them to her mouth. Gently she breathed a kiss on my hands before pressing them on her tits. "But I will go no further. Please understand that. As long as I'm with Scott it can't be any more." She said as I slowly started massaging her magnificent tits. She immediately leaned against me and sighed. "Oh Dean... this is all your fault! How could I have let myself get involved in this. I should never have allowed you... mhm... to do that!" she sighed comfortably.

"Shall I stop?" I asked, and she grabbed the back and pulled my head closer to hers.

"Please don't! Oh please.... But... could you... I mean...just maybe..."

"What?"

"Please, Dean! Can you touch ... me again like ..." She swallowed hard and then turned her head to kiss me. "like... when... Scott and I... were in bed!"

"You mean like this?" I asked and squeezed her big tits tight. I immediately noticed her hand going into my hair and grabbing it tightly. She bit her lips and her body shook.

"YES... so... strong!" she suddenly groaned as I kneaded her breasts harder and was no longer gentle but kneaded her hot, fantastic tits. Could it be that she was still under the spell of her own brainwashing? No, this was something different. Something new! Something I did not know yet.

"Do you like that?" I asked as she pressed herself against my hands.

"Oh... heaven! DEAN!! Stop it!! Please... please... stop... no... more... OH, my god! Why does it feel so good!" she said desperately and her grip on my hair became more and more tight and demanding. The other hand lay on my hand and pushed it even harder on her tits. "Oh why.... Why... Dean! It... is so different from... what Scott is doing!" she moaned, and I squeezed her sexy breasts.

"Tell me... did you like it when I groped your breasts while you slept with your husband?" I asked, and she resisted an answer for a long time. She tossed her head back and forth as if she was resisting. Her hand and body, however, spoke a different, clearer language. Finally, she cried out.

"YES!!! YEEEEEEEEESSSS... I LOVED IT! IT TURNED ME ON!" she finally screamed out loud. "Oh my God! Why does it feel so much better with you!" she moaned and rubbed herself against me. "Dean! You must stop! Dean, you got to stop. You don't know how crazy this is making me!" she moaned, and I let go of her tits. Breathing heavily, she walked a few steps away from me and leaned on a chair. "Dean... I don't know... why... when you touched me... there... I wanted to smash you through the wall.... But... it felt incredible! It... was just so... wild! I have never experienced anything like that with Scott!" she confessed to me and I slowly came to her and put my arm around her. Should it really be that easy?

"Did you really like it?

She looked at me for a long time and then sighed. "I... it.... You...Scott..." she stammered before she took my hand and smiled. "Dean! You... have an amazing effect on women. "Dean...you...have a tremendous effect on women! If I wasn't married... if Scott wasn't around... who knows... maybe I would..." she said before she was silent, and I looked at her and then she said.

"Fall in love?"

"Maybe!" she just said and then looked at me. "Yes... maybe!" she smiled and took my hand. "But enough of this now! We have to start training!" I spent the next 3 hours in Hank's laboratory, working on various measuring instruments, while Jean and the doctor stood outside the chamber analyzing the values. It wasn't such a difficult task and when I came out they both nodded contentedly. They told me that the pheromone release was proportional to my sweat, something I could have told them without the training. They also told me that the limiter in my head not only limited the number of pheromones, but also the intensity. The scientific explanation was simply reduced by my not-so-genius mind to changing the chemical composition of the pheromones. It took Doctor Mac Coy almost three quarters of an hour to explain this simple fact. After the training Jean was called to the professor and so I started to do my homework. But it wasn't long before there was a knock at my door.

As soon as I opened it, Emma came in and pushed me into the door. Immediately behind us, she closed the door and wrapped a leg around me and pulled me towards her. As horny as I was, it didn't take long before my homework was forgotten, and Emma was leaning over my desk getting her well-deserved fuck. It was the purest form of a quickies I had ever experienced. As soon as I'd fucked her and we both came, she greedily kissed me and straightened her clothes again and then, after a quick look to the left and right, went out to teach her next class.

After I finished my things and waited for Emma and me to see each other again tonight, a thought occurred to me. I went to Jean and Scott's rooms and after Scott opened I lied to him that I needed his advice. He invited me in and to my delight Jean was not there. After a bit of small talk and after I was sure that the pheromones would influence him, I started to implement my plan.

I asked him for a few things, which he willingly accepted and when I left the flat I grinned from ear to ear.