Title:  First Times and Fantasies 5: Kitty’s Fantasy
Series:  A co-authored series by Karen and Edna.
Author: Karen
Email:  kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Rating:  NC-17
Disclaimer:  The characters don’t belong to either of us, although we’d be willing to share Logan, if they gave him to us. And if they threw in Scott, we wouldn’t complain.
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Category: Humor, Romance.
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Summary:  It’s Kitty’s turn to divulge her fantasy, shocking a certain redhead in the process.
Author’s Notes:  As Kitty’s character wasn’t developed in the movie I’ve taken the liberty of giving her my own interpretation.  Call it ‘creative license’.
Also keep in mind, that this is Kitty’s fantasy of how she wants Scott to behave and not a reinterpretation of his character.
Dedication for this chapter:  To Edna, who honored me by accepting my invitation to co-author this baby and is still talking to me even after I nearly drove her mental with all my chapter updates, especially for Rogue’s story.
Thanks and hugs to:  Autumn & Leah for previewing this and to Logan’s Marie for the beta. Everyone should be so lucky to have such great friends.
 

((Kitty’s POV))

Well, Jean, I certainly hope you’re not gonna be offended, just try to keep in mind that it’s just a fantasy.  Having said that...

I guess what none of you know, is that for quite a while now I’ve had a major crush on our handsome Fearless Leader. Yes, Miss Quiet-As-A-Mouse has the ‘hots’ for Mr. Strong-But-Quiet. It’s not as shocking as you might think.

My Scott fantasies always start with him ‘helping’ me in some way that involves us spending time together-alone. So that’s the basic set up for this tale. We’re in my room, with Scott in his teacher capacity and me as the lovesick student.

Scott, being the consummate nice guy that he is, has offered to provide me with additional help in completing my report on Shakespeare. I’m having an enormously difficult time with the language used in the Bard’s work, to the point it’s giving me a constant migraine. Now that he’s here helping me, I implore him vehemently if I could maybe switch the context of the report to someone easier, like Jackie Collins perhaps.

After he finishes laughing, he simply tells me that life is full of challenges, yada,yada, yada……really wasn’t paying attention to what he was actually saying, I was too busy watching ‘how’ he was saying it. Scott has the most luscious lips I’ve ever seen on a man and the way those high cheekbones move as he talks --- who’s listening to the lecture?  I sit at the desk in my room just staring rudely. I guess I’m really not paying attention, cause the next thing I know Scott’s waving his hand in front of my face asking me what’s wrong.

I think my mouth is even hanging open. Talk about embarrassing. My mouth goes dry and my brain fuzzes over and I can’t get any words out except for some gibberish even I don’t understand. Yeah, there’s nothing more mortifying than babbling in front of the object of your desire.

Scott bends down on one knee if front of me, placing his hands on my upper arms, asking me again if there’s something wrong.  The next few moments seem to move in slow motion as I lean forward and press my lips to his.  Expecting him to jump back in horror, I’m surprised when not only does he not jump back, but,  infact returns the kiss.  He runs the tip of his tongue over my lips before parting them and sinking it into my mouth. Releasing my arms, he pulls me down onto his lap and deepens the kiss.  I feel like I’m drowning in some warm ocean, going down for the third time and he’s my lifeline, so I hold on even tighter.  We come up for air a few minutes later, both wonderfully breathless.

“Kitty,” is all Scott’s able to choke out.

“I know, I know.” I reply, pressing moist kisses to the side of his throat.
Somehow, he manages to get to his feet, pulling me up with him. He wraps my legs around his waist and carries me over to the bed.  Gently he lays me down and I lay there watching as he pulls his turtleneck sweater over his head. The khaki Dockers are also quickly discarded and I discover Scott is a briefs-wearing man. A tight, show-off-the-bulge-of-his-erection kind of briefs man. My mouth waters at the sight. Scott looks down at me with the wickedest smile I’ve ever seen on him or any man for that matter.  I reach down and pull my T-shirt over my head as he reaches for my jeans.  Unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, he eases them off my hips and down my legs smoothly.  I’m now laying before him in a white cotton bra and a pair of pink cotton panties, thinking, had I known I was going to be seduced today, I would’ve worn something sexier - until I realize, I don’t own anything sexier. I sit up and reach behind me to undo my bra, knowing I was about to display a pair of boobs that weren’t exactly Playboy centerfold material. I hesitated enough, because the next thing I know, Scott is helping me.  Finally, my small ‘assets’ are exposed for his inspection.

 He must have read my mind, because he tells me I’m beautiful and perfect.
Then he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly lowers them down my legs before tossing them across the room.  Noticing that I’m staring at his still covered crotch, he just smiles and lowers the briefs swiftly.  He’s bigger than I’d imagined and I let out a small gasp.

I sink back onto the bed as he crawls over me, planting kisses on my neck at the pulse points. I can feel his erection brushing against my stomach at the same time the moistness starts between my legs. Scott kisses his way down my throat and onto my collarbone, moving down until his mouth is at my breasts.
 
Cupping one delicately in his right palm, he laves my areola with his warm tongue before taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, while using the fingertips of his left hand to caress my other breast.

 After a few minutes of this stimulating attention, he trails a path of kisses down my stomach until he’s at the junction of my thighs.  I spread my legs cooperatively so he can position himself better.  He leans down to kiss my mound, covering it with butterfly kisses before moving a little further down until he’s at my entrance.  Snaking out his tongue he laves at me, alternately kissing, nipping and licking me up and down, paying special attention to my swollen clit.
I buck against his mouth as he sinks his tongue inside me while rubbing my clit with his thumb. It isn’t long before I feel the orgasm start to descend upon me.
I thrash against Scott’s assault even harder as he increases the pressure even more. Suddenly, I feel as if I’m free falling without a parachute as my climax crashes over me. Scott doesn’t release the lock he has on me, letting my juices spill over him.  I lay there gasping, trying to catch my breath as I continue to quiver from the aftershocks.

I somehow manage to regain enough of my composure to push Scott over on his back, determined to return the favor. I begin by running my hand up and down his smooth shaft, fingertips caressing the head.  Scott lets out a soft moan, so I know I’m doing okay. Bolstering my courage, I lean down for my first taste, flicking my tongue over the head quickly.  It’s a little salty.  I swirl my tongue over the head for longer this time, giving little moist kisses, too.  I run my tongue up and down the shaft slowly and leisurely before taking him into my mouth a little at a time.  I could tell that Scott is fighting the urge to thrust himself deeper into my mouth.  Remembering a porno movie that Jubes and I had snuck a peek at, I start to move my head so that his cock is almost out of my mouth and then I draw him back in again.  Apparently, that’s working well as Scott starts whimpering and bucking his hips against my mouth.

“I’m gonna come, Kitty.”  He graciously warns me.

I don’t release my hold and moments later, I feel him shudder right before he shoots his seed into the back of my throat.  I swallow quickly, amazed that I could do that so much easier than I’d anticipated.  I have given head!   I’m so proud of myself for my efforts. The recipient of my attentions just smiles dreamily at me.

I move up Scott’s body until my head’s resting on his chest. Slinging one leg over his hips, I snuggle against him as he brings one arm over to cradle me while the other starts tracing little patterns on my body.  I reciprocate by tracing the fingers of my left hand over his chest and down his abdomen in small circles. We lay there just gently caressing each other quietly except for the occasional sigh that escapes from my lips or the soft moan from his.

Not too much later, Scott rolls us over so that I’m on my back again and he moves to position himself between my legs once again.  Pushing my thighs apart slowly he settles himself between my spread legs and then pauses.

“Are you sure about this, Kitty?” He asks me softly.

“Positive.” I reply, reassuring him.

Suddenly a look sweeps over his face as he remembers something.

“I need a condom.  Let me just get one.” He informs me as he leans down to retrieve his wallet from his discarded pants.

Finding what he’s looking for, he tears open the package and sheaths himself efficiently. We’re good to go.

Rubbing slow circles on my still spread thighs, he moves his hands up towards the junction between my legs.  By the time his right hand reaches its target, I’m soaking wet with desire. Scott just looks down at me with a knowing grin and I blush pink from head to toe.  Spreading the lips of my labia with one hand, he guides the head of his cock to my entrance with the other hand.  He’s still watching me intently to make sure I’m not about to change my mind and run screaming from the room.

“I want you inside me, Scott.” I moan in my best seductive voice.

He slips the head of his cock in and then slowly eases in a little more, giving me time to adjust.  When he bumps up against my hymen, he hesitates momentarily before pushing through.  I feel a slight stab of pain, but not as excruciating as I’d expected. The discomfort soon dissipates to be replaced by a warm sensation deep within me.  Scott notes the change and starts a slow rhythmic pumping, pulling out slightly before pushing back in to the hilt. Soon, I’m lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.  He lays down on top of me, careful not to crush me with his weight and starts plying my neck with heated kisses, licking at me as I thrash about beneath him, our hands and mouths are all over each other as the tempo of our joined bodies increases sharply.  We’re both close to the dangerous edge of climaxing.  I feel a bright, white-hot heat start from the center of my body and radiate outward as the orgasm crashes over me.

“SCOTT!”  I scream, surrendering to the infinite pleasure.

Above me, Scott strains as he too experiences his own intense climax.

“Oh, God ……Kitty.” He cries as he comes powerfully, collapsing against me in exhaustion.

We lay there entwined in a tangle of limbs for several minutes.  Scott’s face buried against my neck and my eyes closed in satisfaction.

“I’m glad you’re finally initiated, Kitty.” Scott announces.

My eyes flash open.  “Initiated?  What do you mean ...initiated?” I ask.

“As the Leader of the X-Men, it’s my job to initiate all new female team members.” He informs me, “Now it’s time for you to really get to know the other senior male member of the team, too.”  He adds with a mischievous grin.

Just then I notice that we’re not alone in the room. Logan’s standing at the end of the bed. A deliciously naked Logan.  Scott moves off the bed at that moment and Logan crawls onto it in his place. As Logan positions himself over me, I settle myself back down onto the bed and smile.  I part my lips slightly as Logan’s mouth descends on mine. This is turning out to be a great study session after all.

Four pairs of extremely wide open eyes and even more wide open mouths greeted Kitty as she finished her story.

“Wow, Kit Kat, never pegged you for the type that would wanna be gang banged.” Jubilee exclaimed.

Kitty turned a deep shade of crimson and sunk low into her chair.

“If anyone wants me, I’ll be in my room slitting my wrists with something dull.” She groaned.

Rogue took another slug of her drink.  Jean still hadn’t recovered and continued staring at Kitty with her mouth hanging open.

“I thought your tastes ran more towards Bobby or St. John?” Ororo inquired.

“They’re just boys.” Kitty whispered.

“What about that new guy who arrived last week? He’s a man. What’s his name? Pepe LePew?” Jubilee asked.

“Remy LeBeau.” Rogue corrected her with a giggle.

“Whatever.” Jubilee replied nonchalantly.

“I think Frenchy’s an even bigger ladies man than Logan.” Ororo contributed.

“He calls every female petite chere. How unoriginal.” Rogue said.

“Yeah, that’s probably so he doesn’t have to bother learning anyone’s name.” Ororo added.

“Or risk calling out the wrong name in bed.” Jean added, finally recovering enough to join in the conversation.

“Anyway, interesting fantasy life you have there, Kitty.” Ororo said with a smile.

Kitty responded by reaching for the bottle of Amaretto.

“I do believe it’s Miss Rogue’s turn.” Jubilee announced.

“I don’t know. It’s getting kinda late and I’m really tired.” Rogue said, pretending to stifle a yawn.

“Oh, no you don’t, Rogue. If I had to embarrass myself, then the least you can do is come up with one even more humiliating than mine.”  Kitty implored.

“I don’t know, Kitty. Fantasizing about getting porked by both Scott and Logan is gonna be pretty hard to top.”  Jubilee said laughing.

Kitty blushed even brighter and swallowed another gulp of Amaretto.

“Although we already know the basic parameters of Rogue’s fantasy, I still wanna hear all the juicy details.” Ororo acknowledged.

“Maybe it doesn’t involve Logan. Maybe I might just surprise all of you.” Rogue announced with a grin.

“Well, if it involves the Professor, I don’t wanna know.” Jean said chuckling.

All five women broke out into hysterics at that point.

“No, seriously. My fantasy involves Scott, too.” Rogue started to say, “JUST KIDDING!”

“I certainly hope so.” Jean stated jokingly, “I don’t wanna have to worry about two of you.”

Kitty just let out a low wailing groan and downed another shot of Amaretto.

“Get on with it already. Once upon a Logan...” Jubilee offered helpfully.

“Ok, Ok. I think I can tell the story myself, thank you very much. Alright, it’s about Logan.” Rogue started.

“There’s a newsflash.” Jean said, giggling from the effects of the Drambuie.

“Altogether, everyone ...DUH!” Jubilee shouted, also feeling no pain from the Kahlua she was polishing off.

“Do you wanna hear this or not?” Rogue said with just a trace of irritation.

“We’ll behave. Please proceed, Rogue.” Kitty stated sweetly, hoping Rogue’s story would shift the focus of the conversation away from her Scott story.

“Like I was saying... before I was so rudely interrupted. It involves Logan.” Rogue began.