Rogue slammed her locker shut. The hallway was empty except for her, and a janitor who was mopping the tiled floor down by the cafeteria. She glanced at the nearest clock, the red digital numbers burning away vividly in the bleak expanse of grey paneling and ceiling tiles. It was 4:30. God, she hated Mr. Pearson. He'd given her another day of detention, just for being late. And it wasn't even my fault, she thought angrily. It wasn't her fault that everyone was always forgetting about her. It wasn't her fault Jean had ridden to school with Scott this morning, instead of giving her a ride like usual.
A part of her knew that she should be more angry with Scott than Jean. But by the time she had stepped out of the front doors and was on her way back to the mansion, Rogue had convinced herself that if it weren't for Jean, she and Scott would be an inseperable couple. He was always flirting with her, after all. And if Jean weren't always in the way; being prettier, being funnier, being more exciting...it was like she tried to be best at the things Rogue lacked most.
The autumn air was crisp and the brightly coloured leaves on the sidewalk crunched beneath Rogue's sneakers as she walked. They were brilliant shades of reds and oranges. She bent down and picked up an exceptionally eye-popping leaf, gold with fiery veins of a dazzling blood-red shooting up through its spine. She studied it carefully, admiring its flawless beauty in the afternoon sunlight.
A car drove by and a half-full paper cup flew out of the window, whizzing past her face by mere inches and hitting the sidewalk, splashing what smelled like root beer all over her leggings and sidebag. "Freak!" She only had a moment to look at the passengers' faces before the car had sped on down the road, but she recognized them as classmates from school. One of them was definitely in her gym class, and she was pretty sure another one was in her chemistry lab...what did it matter, anyway? It wasn't like she was going to do anything about it. No one liked her, not even the teachers.
"And why would they?" She asked aloud as she carefully tucked the leaf into a small pocket on her soda-splattered bag. Kicking the cup into the road, she continued walking. Pretty soon she had reached the gate that marked the edge of the mansion grounds. She was surprised to find Scott's car parked on the side of the road outside of the gate. As she reached for the dialpad to punch in the security code to unlock the gate, the muffled sound of voices and the rustling of brush made her turn her head curiously toward the thicket of trees to her left. There was silence. And then...more muffled sounds, and the cracking of twigs, perhaps she could even hear the swishing of a football jacket. Foolishly and against all better judgement, Rogue turned away from the gate and made her way carefully across the grass into the shade of the trees.
The noises were coming from down near the stream. Luckily, Rogue knew her way along the embankments; when she first came to the Institute, she would often sneak out and come along this way to read or simply find some space for herself. There! She saw a glimmer of red hair down a bit farther, in a grove of low shrubs and saplings. Rogue stepped expertly over unearthed roots and carefully manuevered around areas of loose soil, determined to get closer. In all honesty, she didn't know why she was so keen on following Scott and Jean right now. Maybe she was hoping to hear them argue, or to pick up on some gossip, or some hint that Scott had interests in pursuing "someone else", or-
Oh God. She had crept down behind a couple large elm trees, and peering between the low, leafy branches, she suddenly had an unobstructed view of the sandy clearing before her. There was certainly more than a football jacket discarded on the ground. An American Eagle t-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts with frayed pockets, red and white checkered boxers, a short denim skirt, an extra-small knitted sweater, a bra, a thong...Jean and Scott were both naked right in front of her eyes, entangled in a knot of limbs and lust.
Scott had Jean half-sitting, half-leaning up against a young birch sapling, strong enough to hold her weight but limber enough to be comfortable and withstand their passionate exhertion. He supported her with one hand clasped around her slender waist, while with the other he was massaging the sensitive region between her thighs with a sort of erotic frenzy. Jean's head was tilted back and her eyes were closed as soft moans escaped her glistening lips. Her face expressed nothing but the deepest of pleasure.
From where she stood, Rogue could see everything. She felt as if she were glued to the grass below her feet, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene before her. She took in the rippling muscles in Scott's arm as he kept a steady rhythm. His erection was long and hard, pointing at sharp angle towards the clouds, quivering slightly with the effort he was making. His tan face was slightly flushed and his eyes gleamed with desire, locked onto Jean's graceful, nude body.
As she watched Scott, Rogue was subconsciously getting turned on. Without even thinking about it, one hand had slipped away from the tree trunk and her fingers were pushing up against her clit from underneath her skirt. For a moment, she imagined that she was the one there layed out before him, being caressed so lovingly. But then with a sudden jolt of jealousy and shame, Rogue drew back her hand and the feelings of desire were gone, replaced instead with envy and disgust. This was Jean, not her. The mere idea of it had left her feeling sick before, and now it had become more than just a thought, it was taking place right in front of her.
Yet her gaze would not allow itself to be broken. Now Scott had withdrawn his hand, and Jean had enthusiastically turned around, bent over and leaning forward into the branches of the birch sapling for support. She spread her legs slightly, causing her firm, round ass-cheeks to open up and reveal the shaved, pink lips, practically dripping with moisture. Scott's hands tightened on either side of her waist as he positioned himself eagerly at her entrance. A sound of hungry anticipation escaped Jean's throat. That seemed good enough for Scott. Without a moment of hesitation, he pushed his stiff cock between the velvety folds, crying out in pleasure as they engulfed him without any resistance.
He seemed to know exactly how to give Jean what she wanted. Tilting his hips just slightly to the left, he moved in and out in an almost rotating motion. With each thrust, Jean let out a soft moan, tightening her grip on the branches and crushing a few leaves in the process. Rose-colored patches were blooming on her pale face and spreading down to her shoulders. Her breasts bounced freely back and forth, keeping pace with Scott quickening pace. He reached one hand underneath Jean's body and rubbed her clit fervently, pulling her tighter against him. It brought her to the edge. Jean instantly reached the peak of her orgasm, the smooth folds tightening against Scott's pulsing cock. Her expression twisted in what must have been incredible ecstacy, attempting to muffle the loud moan that escaped her lips.
And then every muscle in Scott's body seemed to grow rigid as he made one final, violent thrust, burying his shaft to the hilt. He held himself against her like that for a few seconds, groaning and breathing heavy, mumbling inaudible words into Jean's ear. Then he pulled out slowly, a creamy string of cum hanging from the tip of his penis. The two of them collapsed into the sand together in a sort of exhausted embrace.
Rogue finally jerked away and snuck quickly back up the embankment. Jean's telepathic powers might have been smothered momentarily by the euphoria of sex, but it would soon return and Rogue didn't really feel like being discovered spying. Though in a way, Rogue didn't even feel as if she had been the intruder...she felt more like she herself had been intruded upon. She knew she should have expected to see what she had just witnessed, but out in the open, this close to the institute? Ugh. She tried to block the image from her mind, but their climax kept replaying vividly as if it were burned into her retinas.
But as she punched in the security code and walked through the mansion gate, her feelings of disgust began focusing inward. She stormed through the front door, running smack into Bobby and Allison. For a second she hoped they would sense her unhappiness and ask her what was wrong so she could vent. Instead, Bobby just gave her a reproachful glance and then stepped around her and into the kitchen, where Logan was chugging a bottle of Gatorade. Without a word, Rogue swiftly dashed up the stairs and to her room, slamming the door behind her.