X-Men Porn Story: into the-x-7(II)

They found a rather popular diner after walking fifty yards down the street. Sam glanced over at Monet and waited nervously for her reaction. She stared in the window at all of the other patrons and seemed to be trying to make up her mind. After a few minutes, she nodded and led the way inside. They quickly found a corner booth and Sam slid in next to her while they waited for the waitress to make her way to their table.

As they waited, Monet and Sam talked about their lives before they came to the school. Sam learned that she was the eldest child of a wealthy ambassador. She’d been born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and she had three other siblings. When he asked about them, she only talked about her two, younger sisters. She told him that she had a brother, but, for some reason he couldn’t figure out, she refused to say anything more about him. He shrugged mentally and figured that they must’ve had a falling out at some point, so he let the matter drop.

He told her that he was the eldest of ten children and that his family owned a small farm in Cumberland County, Kentucky. When she asked if any of his siblings had mutant powers, he told her that none of them had exhibited any powers yet. After that, the waitress arrived and they placed their orders. Sam let Monet order first and he was surprised when she ordered a large cheeseburger with a side of gravy fries. He’d figured that she’d order something a bit lighter as she seemed to take really good care of her body. When she noticed his stare, she laughed and told him that she was trying new things.

“Besides, I exercise quite regularly.” She said. “I think I can treat myself every once in a while.”

“Sounds good to me.” He said. Then he turned to the waitress and said, “I’ll have the same thing, please.”

The waitress nodded, wrote down their order, and left to give it to the cook. As she did, the two of them resumed talking about their past lives. When Sam asked why she’d asked him out, she told him that she thought he was rather handsome and that she felt he deserved a chance with her. She also reminded him that she wanted to try new things and that her parents would never have approved of the two of them dating. Now that she was away from their control, she wanted to explore her newfound freedom and see where her desires led her.

Sam considered her words for a long moment, and then finally told her that he was simply glad that her desires had led her to him. He thanked her for giving him a chance and he told her that, while he didn’t have a lot of money, he’d do his best to make sure she always had a good time with him. She smiled at his words and leaned over to give him a kiss. He was surprised at this and unintentionally pulled away. But when he saw the slightly hurt look in her eyes, he felt his resistance fall away and he leaned back toward her. Thankfully, she accepted his moment of shock and resumed kissing him.

Monet kissed him slowly for several minutes before she sensed the waitress returning with their food. She pulled gently away and caressed Sam’s cheek tenderly. Then she pointed out that their food was here and he turned just as the waitress reached their table. After setting hers before her, he thanked the waitress and dug into his own meal. They were quiet all through their meal, but Monet did scoot a bit closer so that she could feel his body against her own.

She didn’t know what it was about this boy she hardly knew that seemed to encourage her to do things her parents wouldn’t approve of. He was the perfect gentleman and, although he was a bit too unrefined at times, she still found it quite enjoyable to spend time with him. It was true that she’d vowed to herself to relax and to stop worrying about being so lady-like all the time. But Sam made her want to go even further with that plan than she’d originally intended to. For instance, she’d never before kissed a boy on a first date. She certainly had never kissed one as deeply as she’d just kissed him. It generally took several dates before she felt comfortable enough to French-kiss the boy with whom she’d gone out.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and watched him eat for a few minutes. He was certainly polite like the other guys she’d dated and he didn’t seem to mind doing what she wanted. But he didn’t have any of the pompousness of her other dates, a fact that she was eternally thankful for. Although she knew she could be a bit pompous at times, she felt that that was a product of her upbringing. She’d basically been given everything she’d ever wanted. With Sam having grown up in a family who’d had to work for everything they owned, she believed he could teach her to appreciate what she did have. She might even learn a little humility in the process.

More important than all of that, however, was the fact that she honestly and truly enjoyed being with him. He was handsome, intelligent, quick to cater to her wishes, and he was completely willing to talk about his life before coming to the mansion. As they ate their dinner, which she thoroughly enjoyed, their talk shifted to what they hoped to get out of being at a school for mutants. Sam told her that, first and foremost, he’d come to the school because of his sister. She wanted to be in a place with other mutants and she thought that it’d be good for him.

“I have to admit that it’ll be nice to have more control over my powers.” He said, after taking a sip of his soda. “I’m curious to see if there are other ways I might use my blast field. What about you?”

“Well, my main reason for coming to the school was to get away from my parents. I love them and everything, but they’re just way too controlling. Like I told you, I want to explore my newfound freedom and see where my desires lead me.” She said. “So far, they seem to be leading me to a place I’m quite pleased to go to.”

As she said this, she looked him right in the eye and laid her hand atop his. He returned her look and turned his hand so that he could entwine his fingers with hers. Sam felt a nervous shiver slide down his spine when he saw the longing look in her eyes. He could see just how much she yearned for a life of her own, a life away from her parents. He also thought he saw the flames of attraction smoldering behind her beautiful, brown eyes.

At that moment, his body seemed to take over and he leaned toward her slowly. He wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to give him another kiss, so he hesitated slightly while continuing to stare deeply into her eyes. However, he soon relaxed when he saw her tilt her head and saw her eyes drift closed. He tilted his head the other way and pressed his lips against hers gently. Their tongues met in a sensual dance between their parted lips and both of them shivered in pleasure. The rest of the diner seemed to melt away as their kiss lingered for many minutes. When they finally pulled away, Monet purred ever so softly and whispered.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked softly.

Sam saw that longing look in her eyes, but now that longing seemed to be centered entirely on him. He gave her a nod, and then turned to find their waitress. He called her over and told her that they’d like the check. When they’d paid their bill, the two of them left the diner and made their way back to the mansion. Monet hooked her arm in his and laid her head on his shoulder as they walked along the virtually deserted sidewalk. Sam smiled and did his best to keep the surge of pride he felt from being with such a beautiful woman from spoiling this special moment.

Once they’d returned to the school, Sam was about to lead her back to her room. He wanted to draw out their time together as much as he possibly could. Apparently, Monet had the same idea because she suddenly tugged him away from the front door of the mansion and told him that she wanted to visit the garden for a while before bed. He happily accepted and the two of them walked to the small garden near the back corner of the large home.

Looking around, Monet only saw one other couple in the garden. Not wanting to disturb them, or be disturbed by them, she led Sam to the side farthest away from them and sat down on a marble bench. Sam sat next to her and slid his arm around her waist. As they looked out across the grounds, Monet laid her head on his shoulder once again and snuggled close to his side. She could hear crickets chirping somewhere in the distance and the occasional hoot of an owl. It was very peaceful sitting there with Sam, but she’d come here for a very specific reason.

She lifted her head and turned his face to hers before kissing him slowly. Sam turned slightly on the bench to make things easier for them and slid his hands into her long, dark hair. She shivered in pleasure at the feel of his fingertips caressing her scalp. With her heart beating faster by the moment, she parted her lips just a bit more and deepened their kiss. Sam groaned gently into her mouth and slid his tongue against hers as his excitement also grew stronger.

Wanting to get a bit closer, Monet turned and straddled the bench. Sam followed suit and they resumed their hunger-filled kiss. His hands slid back into her hair, with which he seemed to have a strange fascination, and hers caressed his handsome face tenderly. Monet could feel her heart beating painfully fast in her chest. She knew that she was letting her hormones take control of her, so she only allowed their kiss to continue for a few more minutes. Then she pulled away and lightly caressed Sam’s lips with her fingertips.

“I think I’d better go in now. It’s getting late.” She said.

“Okay. Good night.” Sam said, with a warm smile. As she walked back towards the mansion, he blurted out, “Do you wanna go out again next weekend?”

She smiled as she looked back over one shoulder at him. “I’d love to. You pick the place.”

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.”

She winked at him, and then resumed her journey into the mansion. As she left, the two other people in the garden joined him. It turned out to be Jubilee and Everett. Both of them were grinning widely and staring at him in amazement.

“Like, I don’t believe it.” Jubilee said. “You went out with Monet? I didn’t think you two would hit it off. How was it?”

“It was great.” Sam said. “She’s really nice.”

“Wow, man.” Everett said. “She seemed kind of stuck up to me. Who would’ve guessed she’d go for a guy like you? Uh…no offense meant.”

“No offense taken.” Sam said, watching her retreating form again. “I didn’t think she’d go for a guy like me, either.”

“So are you two going out again? She seemed pretty happy when she left, so you two must be getting along fairly well.” Everett commented.

“Yeah, we’re going out next weekend. The only problem is that I don’t have any idea of where to take her.”

Jubilee and Everett looked at each other a moment, and then Jubilee said, “Well, you could come with Everett and me to the concert we’re going to. Like, I’m sure we can scrounge up a couple more tickets.”

“Oh, wow. That’d be great. How much are they?”

“Like, it’s no sweat, dude. Don’t worry about the money. You can just owe us one.”

“Well, thanks a lot. I really appreciate this.”

“No problem, man. People like us have to stick together and watch out for each other.” Everett told him.

“People like us?” Sam said.

“Yeah…you know…mutants. Also, from what your sister said, you guys come from a low income family. Well, Jubilee and I do, too. So, we figured if we watched your back, then you’d watch ours. Is it a deal?”

“Yeah, it’s a deal.”

Sam stood up and shook hands with both of them. Then he bid them a good night and made his way back to the mansion. His blood was still pumping wildly through his body as he climbed the stairs to his second floor bedroom. He knew that he’d be unable to sleep until he’d taken care of the throbbing hardness inside his ripped and faded blue jeans. Unfortunately, he was delayed somewhat outside his bedroom door when he saw Paige racing toward him.

“Hey, I just heard the news.” She said, between ragged gasps for breath. “Jubilee said that you’d gone out on a date with Monet. Is it true?”

“Yeah, it is, actually. We went to the movies, and then out to dinner.” He told her.

“That’s great, Sam. How’d it go?”

“It went great. But can we continue this tomorrow. I need to get some sleep.”

“Yeah, we can talk tomorrow at breakfast. Get some sleep.”

“Thanks, sis.”

Paige waved and walked away without another word. Sam entered his bedroom at last and locked the door behind him. He stripped out of his clothes and tossed them in the hamper. Then he lay down on the bed and made himself comfortable. As he lay there, he closed his eyes and thought of only Monet. He pictured her in the outfit she’d worn that night for their date, which was a form-hugging red blouse, an equally tight black leather skirt, and thigh-high black leather boots. She’d looked so beautiful and undeniably sexy in that outfit.

His cock slowly hardened and rose to attention as he slowly made the Monet in his mind slowly undress. But before she’d even gotten first button on her blouse undone, she stopped and crossed her arms over her chest. She lifted one eyebrow and looked at him sternly. Not sure what was going on, he tried to open his eyes. Unfortunately, they seemed to be glued shut.

“What do you think you’re doing, Sam?” the Monet in his mind said.

“Um…” he replied, out loud. “W-who are you?”

“Who do I look like?”

“You look like Monet. But…”

“But I can’t be her? Is that what you were about to say? Well, I am her and I’d like to know what you’re doing.”

“I was just…um…thinking about you while I…um…you know. Our fun together tonight kind of turned me on.”

“I see. Do you usually play with yourself after a first date?”

“No, I don’t. But I’ve never been with a woman like you before. You’re so beautiful and so very sexy that I couldn’t help myself. I had to ease the tension I was feeling before it drove me crazy.”

The mental image of Monet blushed ever so slightly at his words. When she next spoke into his mind, her voice was soft and breathy. “Do you really find me that sexy? I mean, I really turn you on that much?”

“Yes, you do. I wouldn’t lie to you. I mean, how could I when you can read my mind with barely any effort?”

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m sorry for interrupting you. I thought you were just being a pervert, but I see that that’s not the case. I’ll leave you to your fun.”

“W-wait!” he said. “You’re really not mad?”

“No, I’m not.” She said, still blushing. “I’m very flattered that you find me so beautiful and so sexy. Sleep well, handsome.”

With that, the mental image of Monet that he’d created returned to his control. He no longer sensed that there was more to it than met his inner eye. He knew that Monet was gone and the fact that she didn’t mind him picturing her naked while he played with himself made his cock even harder. He moaned softly and wrapped his hands around his cock before stroking it with a firm grip. He rubbed his thumb over the head on every upward stroke and shivered in pleasure.

As he stroked his cock, the mental image of Monet resumed undressing for him. Her long, thin fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse while her hips swayed from side to side in a sensual dance. Her firm, cantaloupe-sized breasts became more and more exposed with every passing second, which caused Sam’s heart to beat faster and his breathing to grow ragged.

Realizing that he was letting his excitement get the better of him, Sam opened his eyes and allowed his body to relax somewhat. When he felt he was ready, he closed his eyes again and resumed stroking his cock. His mental Monet was still there waiting for him and she shrugged the blouse off of her shoulders before turning her back to him. The silky blouse floated to the floor soundlessly as his dream girl unzipped her skirt and slowly pushed it down her shapely legs. The moment her beautiful ass came into view, she bent over at the waist and shifted from foot to foot to further help her remove the skirt.

Sam admired the twin mounds of supple flesh and idly wondered if Monet’s real ass looked anything like what his mind had conjured. He started to grin, and then Monet’s earlier comment about him being a pervert came rushing back to his mind. Determined to not do anything to lessen her opinion of him, Sam pushed those thoughts away and focused all of his attention on the Monet in his mind’s eye.

She had now stepped out of her skirt and was standing there wearing nothing but her panties and her thigh-high leather boots. Her bra had also somehow disappeared, but he really didn’t care. All that he cared about was that he could admire the beautiful body of the woman before him. It didn’t really matter to him that she was just his personal interpretation of the girl he was attracted to. He hoped that he’d one day get to see the real thing, but, if he didn’t, he could live with that. He’d leave that decision up to the real Monet.

As the girl in his mind’s eye slowly removed her thong, Sam suddenly realized that his cock was throbbing with every beat of his heart. He increased the pace of his strokes and focused even more strongly on the image of Monet. The heavenly treasure between her toned thighs slowly and steadily came into view as Monet tugged the thong down her long legs. The patch of hair above her pussy was neatly trimmed and fashioned into the shape of an upside down triangle. The very instant that her pussy came into view, Sam gasped loudly and his body shook violently with a powerful orgasm.

He arched his back off of the bed as long, thick ropes of his creamy come erupted from his cock and flew threw the air in a high arc. It felt cold as it landed on his chest and stomach, but Sam didn’t really care. He simply continued to stroke his pulsating cock and ride the wave of pleasure flowing through his young body. When his cock had no more to give, he lowered himself back to the bed and tried to catch his breath. He stared up at the ceiling with pleasure-fogged eyes and uttered the occasional soft moan as the tingling in his body slowly ebbed away.

Once he’d caught his breath, he grabbed several tissues from the nightstand next to his bed and carefully cleaned the come from his sweaty body. He tossed the tissues into the trash, and then went to take a shower. After his shower, he crawled back into bed and quickly fell asleep. His last thought before drifting off to dreamland was that he hoped his next date with Monet went as well as tonight’s had gone.

“Wow. I can’t believe he finds me that attractive.” Monet thought to herself. “Granted, my body doesn’t look precisely like the image he’d conjured. But it’s still pretty close to what was in his mind’s eye.”

She gently withdrew from Sam’s mind and opened her eyes. She arose from the chair near the window and crossed her bedroom with long, easy strides. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror and studied her naked form with a critical eye. She, too, had been unable to stop herself from playing the moment she’d returned to her bedroom. But Sam didn’t really need to know that. At least, he didn’t need to know it just yet.

She grinned at the image in her mirror and slid her hands sensually along her sides. She turned this way and that to better study her athletic body and to figure out just why Sam was so enamored with it. She knew she was beautiful, but she’d never believed she was sexy enough to cause such a reaction in someone who wasn’t a pervert. Sam just didn’t seem the type who became aroused with as little stimulation as she’d given him tonight.

“I guess I have no choice but to believe him. If he says that I’m sexy, then it must be so.” Monet thought to herself.

As this thought came to her, an image of what he’d just been doing in his room floated to the forefront of her mind. Monet blushed again and turned away from the mirror. She strode gracefully across the thickly-carpeted floor and pulled back the covers on her queen-sized bed. After turning off the lamp on her nightstand, she lay down and closed her eyes. She pulled the covers back up and a shiver coursed her spine at the feel of the linen sheet caressing her naked body.