Waking up Alone, was it only a Dream? The day will show

I woke up feeling every muscle in my body. Heavens how long had I been asleep!? with difficulty I turned over in my bed and blinked in confusion. Why bed!!! Hadn't I been in the basement? With Susan? I opened my eyes and found myself in my own room, completely all alone I might add. I even still had my clothes on from yesterday. Confused, I straightened up and looked around. I was dressed and lying in my own bed. Had I only dreamed all this? It would not be the first time that I had dreamed of Susan Storm, but she had never come to my mind as a sex-obsessed dominatrix.

Before I could think about it, however, I heard a knock at the door. When I answered it, the door opened and Jean smiled at me in a friendly way. Immediately all my worries were swept away. Her smile alone made my heart beat faster. She looked stunning as always, her bright green eyes looked at me and her red hair for once did not fall over her shoulders, but was tied in a loose ponytail. When she opened the door all the way and walked in, though, I had to laugh out loud.

"What?" she asked, amused, wiggling her feet. She was wearing a loose sports suit with a spiderman logo on the chest and her feet were in 2 fluffy unicorn plush shoes. All in all, it looked incredibly comfortable but it also looked completely hilarious on a woman with her power.

"Sorry! I just never imagined you were a Spiderman fan!" I laughed, looking at the little plush horns wiggling back and forth funny on her toes.

"What woman isn't?" she grinned in amusement, but also looked down at her shoes with a smirk. "Do you like the unicorn shoes?"

"Fantastic!" I laughed and we both had to laugh until a hearty yawn interrupted her.

"Do you want to have breakfast together before I lay down?" she asked and I literally jumped out of bed.

"Of course!"

Thrilled at my response, she smiled and finally we walked through the nearly empty hallways until we came upon Susan and Hank.

"Ah done with guard duty? Anything new?" asked Susan directly, smiling at me in a completely neutral way. "Good morning... "she considered for a moment. "Dean was it right?"

"uh ... Yes, exactly." I said, beginning to doubt that it had really happened yesterday.

"Yes. Dean and I were just going to have breakfast," Jean said, and Hank jumped right in before she could continue.

"Oh, that's perfect. Susan and I were just heading to the kitchen too."

Jean smiled kindly and yet I saw some disappointment in her face, but she quickly covered it up. So we sat for almost an hour at breakfast and talked about all sorts of things before Jean's tiredness got the better of her.Susan did not behave in the least like a woman who had just sat at the table with the man she had fucked all night and had cheated on her husband.

But when the 2 noticed that Jean slowly could no longer, or rather no longer wanted, the two politely said goodbye to us.

"Will you accompany me to the room Dean?" she asked hopefully and of course I followed her invitation. Almost shyly she walked beside me when I suddenly felt her hand on mine. Gently she squeezed my hand and I could feel her thumb moving a little over my skin as we stood in front of her room.

"Do you want to come in for some more coffee?" she asked me shyly and the look she gave me made me melt.

"There's nothing I'd like better, but.... I'd prefer a cup of chocolate." I grinned softly, trying to break up the tense situation a bit, which I luckily succeeded in doing.

She opened the door and we both stepped inside. She closed the door and leaned against it as she looked at me. "how was your night?" she smiled at me and I stepped towards her a little, approaching her body slightly.

"I had very.... interesting dreams!" i honestly admitted and she gently caressed my cheek. Her hand on my skin felt incredibly good. I could feel my head leaning slightly against her hand and her gaze was fixed on my eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it Dean?" she asked softly.

"No... not at the moment..." I smiled back and she nodded before startling briefly and breaking away from me, darting past me shyly like a deer and prancing towards the kitchen. It was the kind of movement that suggested a certain cheerfulness and merriment. "I almost forgot the coffee and cocoa. Go ahead and sit down, I'll be right back!"

Of course, I did not sit down, but followed my dream woman into the kitchen. She seemed to be in thought, as she didn't even notice and was just putting on a cup of coffee and a cup of chocolate when I put my hands lightly on her hips. Her body stiffened briefly in shock before she relaxed, even leaning backward in hopes that I would be there. Shortly after, she leaned back against me and I heard her sigh comfortingly.

"Dean..." she breathed softly as I turned her around. Willingly she let my hands guide her and then she looked at my lips. "kiss me... please!" she begged seductively as our lips were already meeting. The kiss was gentle and playful as she briefly broke away from me and looked at me.

"Please... not like that..."

Confused, I looked at her as she said this as she wrapped her arms around me, jumping up and clutching me with her legs. Wildly she looked at me and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was wilder and more passionate and she clung to me tighter. I felt her body against my presses and grinned more than satisfied after the kiss.

"Kiss me like no one else can." She pleaded and we French kissed wildly again. Our tongues desired each other as much as we did and she moaned desiringly into my mouth as she breathed.

"I've been thinking about that so much tonight, Dean! and.... Other things."

"You're so wild today!"

"That's because of you.... you ... are so different... so ... different from Scott." she breathed, avoiding my gaze for a moment. I guess the thought of her husband made her uncomfortable.

"He's to be envied!" said I, and my hands wandered to her buttocks. Satisfied, she leaned her head on my shoulder as she felt my hands there and I could feel her breath drifting on my neck.

"Have you ever thought that you had everything... that everything was perfect...? only to find out that there's something you're missing without knowing it...that you never dared to.... but that feels so much better!?" she asked quietly and shyly. Then she continued. "Take me to the sofa, please.... I don't want to let you go.... Carry me please... hold me with your strong arms...!" she breathed in my ear and then added softly. "Hold me!"

"And our drinks?" smirked I, but more out of a joke.

"If you pay less attention to my po..." she swallowed audibly as she corrected herself. "My ASS.... ... you would have noticed by now!"

"huh?" i asked until i noticed 2 cups floating right in front of my head. "Oh!" I laughed amusedly and she snuggled up to me hoping I would finally go off.

When I tried to take my hands a little away from her ass to hold her better she immediately grabbed my hand and held it in place."No!" she pleaded, "please.... leave them there! I want... to feel... your hands... there!" she said, clinging to me even tighter with her legs....

Understanding the wink, I grabbed even a little tighter, feeling her hot ass, crisp and full felt in my hand. The thin fluffy sports suit was not necessarily sexy, but certainly did not hinder as much as a pair of jeans. Jean also immediately moaned comfortably and I felt her hands wrap tighter around me.

"Yes... That' right... like that Dean!" she whispered barely audible as we walked through the kitchen door and let her hand run through my hair. When we got to the couch she put her head against mine so our foreheads were touching.

"Do you mind?" and probably meant that she was sitting on me, slowly rubbing her lap on mine. They weren't wild, hot movements, more circular, light playful ones, but heavens... they didn't miss their mark.

"Not in the slightest. On the contrary. It reminds me of our last evening.... " I smiled and grabbed the cup of chocolate that hovered next to my hand. She herself had also taken a sip and smiled seductively at me and was about to answer something when she opened her mouth and showed an unsuppressible yawn. startled, she held her hand in front of her mouth and stammered an apology.

But that was not necessary at all in my eyes. I took the cup from her hand, turned it to the side and slowly lowered it onto the couch. Even in this wide, rather breezy sports equipment, her body was irresistible.

"no... i don't want to lie..." She protested but was again overcome by a yawn.

"it's ok Jean. You need some sleep"

"I need something else entirely." she mumbled, but she was already adjusting herself on the pillow and looking at me sleepily.

"and what?

"You..." she yawned and when I lightly stroked her cheek, I noticed and waited for her to say something else. However, she was silent and had simply laid her head on the pillow. Her breathing was soft and calm, her body completely relaxed. It did not take long until I noticed that she had already fallen asleep. Whether she had even noticed that she had said that? But I simply could not bring myself to wake her up again. No. She looked just too beautiful, and that she trusted me so much that she fell asleep near me was a nice feeling. Gently I stroked a strand from her face and looked at it for some time before covering her up. Somehow I actually managed not to wake her and slowly got up.

Quietly and carefully I left her room and went to my own. I had no plans for the day and was accordingly surprised to see Laura waiting there.

"there you are!" she smiled and looked at me with amusement. As almost always, she was wearing skin-tight leather pants in a dark brown today. In addition, a tank that could hardly restrain her magnificent breasts. Compared to Jean or Emma they were not so full and round, but still nice plump breasts, probably a nice plump C cup.

"hey Laura. what can i do for you?" i asked as i opened my door.

"I just wanted to check if everything was alright with you? Or if there's anything I can do for you?"

"No thanks. Are you okay?" I asked, a little taken aback because she suddenly seemed so overly friendly.

"I'm just fine. Why do you ask?" she asked me, raising an eyebrow. There it was again. That rebellious look I had seen in the classroom.

"No reason. I was just being friendly." I said, raising my hands defensively, whereupon her posture relaxed again and she ran a hand through her black hair.

"I'm sorry. I'm a social wreck I'm afraid. I didn't mean to scare you. You know what I am." she said, suddenly not daring to look at me. It was as if she was ashamed of being a clone.

"Of course I know that. The incarnation of Goth?" I grinned and she looked at me puzzled for a moment before a smile flitted across her lips, which she quickly suppressed again.

"Well... actually it was meant to be Biker Babe, but I can live with Gothic too. Funny. You don't look to me like YOU're into metal or goth." she grinned and looked at my clothes which were quite simple and normal.

"Don't tell anyone, but I'm undercover! That's why I dress like the normal people." I laughed and she nodded with a grin.

"I think I may like you, shorty!" she really laughed this time and I raised a brow and looked down at her, since I was a bit taller than her after all.

"Uh-huh... Shorty... And what are you then? A dwarf?"

SWINGGGG

In the next moment I had 2 claws resting right against my cheeks and her fist almost touched my chin as she grinned cheekily at me: Her eyes sparkled aggressively but not bloodthirstily.

" What did you say?" she grinned, rubbing the adamantium blades against my cheek. The metal was strangely cold for coming directly from her body.

"Careful with that! From what I hear, those things are really spicy."

"Ohhhh really?" she grinned even wider. "I hope it's not only the blades that are spicy?" she grinned teasingly and retracted the blades again, lurking to see how I would react now. An affirmative statement might reveal whether she fancied me.... but, if I said the wrong thing, I'd probably get tied up like a pretzel. I couldn't resist looking down at her, though.

"I'd say that they' re not the fanciest thing I've seen in today." I grinned evasively, thinking more of Jean leaning with her back against me and me burying my head in her red hair.

"Most diplomatically answered Mr. Wayne!" she laughed and then looked at me in a strange way. "Do you want me to come in and take care of your cock?" she asked me suddenly so directly that I swallowed hard and looked at her in amazement. She in turn now also looked puzzled and asked. "What then? What's wrong with you?" she asked me in amazement, raising her eyebrow.

"What ... did you just say?" I laughed sheepishly, since I could only have misheard.

"I asked if you wanted me to take care of your cock. Miss Frost said that you need someone to take care of your cock in her absence," she said and slowly it dawned on me. Emma had been playing around with her mind expecting that while she was gone I would need a replacement.

"Thanks no. No need." I smiled with a heavy heart. Even though the thought of fucking this woman in her skin-tight leather pants was extremely horny, I was a little startled by the directness. How easily Emma could get a woman to do something like that was frightening.

"Okay.If you change your mind and still want to make your dick cum, you can come over . And don't worry. I have a private room where you can fuck the shit out of me as hard and as often as you want! Miss Frost told me to take care of you anytime," she said and the strange expression disappeared from her face again. "Well then Dean. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. What do you think about it, if we do something. Then you can show me how much goth you are!" she grinned and turned around laughing. Admiring her ass, I looked behind her and went to my room, thinking.

But as soon as I was inside I felt how I couldn't move my body anymore and a gag was put over my mouth. Panic-stricken, I tried to free myself as Susan's face formed before my eyes out of nowhere.

[u]P.S.
As always, Ideas, comments and so are welcome to help me find the right Path for the story[/u]