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Chapter 7: Xavier

Ororo was making her way out, when Logan was on his way to the office. He stopped.
"You're leaving already?" he asked and Ororo turned her head, her steps slowing down until she was standing still.
"Yeah. Night's over", Ororo nodded. Logan walked close to her and she kept her eyes on his.
"You're still living with that freak?"
"He's not a freak. He's a nice man, he gave me a place to stay when I first came here, remember?" Ororo defended. "And besides, the rent is cheaper when you split it."
"If it's about the money-"
"No, it's not. I like living with him. He brings normality into my life, you know", Ororo shrugged.
"He's an old fart. He's probably drooling after you", Logan said and gave himself some time to embrace her body with his eyes. Ororo looked as sexy as ever. "And I can't really blame him..." Ororo noticed that and slapped his arm playfully.
"You're one to speak..."
Logan gave him a sneer and made her smile.
"Say what, take my keys", Logan was digging his pocket, "go to my place. I don't feel comfortable with you around that guy." He was handing over his apartment's keys. Ororo didn't look at them, but she closed his palm with her hand.
"Keep your keys. The man's a professor and in a wheelchair, what's the worst that could happen? He bores me to death with new information about his studies?" Ororo shook her head in disbelieve. "Goodnight, Logan."
She left and Logan stood there in the hallway, holding his keys. He guessed she was right. Something about that guy just bothered him. Maybe because he was jealous of her?

"I'm home", Ororo yelled, putting down her keys on the table. She took envelopes from the table, when Charles Xavier rolled to the kitchen in his wheelchair.
"Well, hello, Ororo", he had a kind smile on his face. "How was your night?"
"Busy", she told him briefly, putting down the letters after she had looked them through. Xavier didn't know where she was working. Ororo thought that it would scare this nice and seemingly innocent man. In fact, she thought he didn't even know she was a mutant. But he did, because he was a mutant too, with abilities of telekinesis. Charles just had never told her. "How was yours?"
"Productive, seemingly because I am still up at this hour", he said and Ororo smiled. "I did not want to stop in case I would lost my drive."
"Well, as long as you're getting some sleep, Mr Xavier, I don't think that's a bad thing", she uttered.
"Please, Ororo, I have asked you to just call me Charles", he demanded with a pleasing manner.
"I always forget because it's so nice to be around with such a gentleman", the woman apologized.
"Okay then", Charles accepted.
"I'm going to shower and then I'm off to bed", Ororo told him, "goodnight, Mr Xavier."
"Charles", he reminded.
"Charles..." Ororo repeated, laughing a little. "Goodnight, Charles."
"Goodnight, Ororo", he nodded, grinning. She left the room and when to the bathroom. Charles waited in the kitchen for a moment and then went after her, being careful not the get caught.

Ororo couldn't lock the door because the bathroom's lock was broken. Charles had never took time to fix it because he had a hobby of his own; watching her while she was showering. He was a lonely man, spending most of his time in this apartment so he had to have his pleasures. It didn't help that he was in a wheelchair and that it made him ashamed of himself. It had not been always like this, he used to be quite a ladies' man, but after the accident he had lost all of his confidence as a man. Sure, he was smart and admired because of that, but when it came to women, being an impotent wasn't a great quality.
Ororo's soft humming filled the bathroom and the water was already running, while she was getting undressed. Charles had opened the door only a little, carefully taking all of the visual information in. Once again, she was not wearing any panties. He knew this because she never did. Once Charles had tried to go to her room and steal one pair, but there was no panties to be found and later on he had realized why. Because she didn't find them comfortable. The woman stood in front of a mirror and brushed her cheeks softly. He only wished he could touch them too. And her whole body. But she would never think of him that way, he knew it.

A couple seconds later she walked towards the shower, measuring the heat of the water with her hand. She found it suitable and stepped in, still humming a song he didn't know. She stepped under the shower and started to stroke herself, trying to get everything wet. Charles took time to study her skin like he was watching Venus de Milo. The perky breasts, the nipples that were stiff because of the touch of the water, the soft but tight abdomen with the perfect navel and then the one place he wanted to study the most – her genitals.
Xavier became mesmerized by this vision until he realized he had no time to loose. He tried to focus to get his powers active. He was staring at her, focusing on her mind, trying to reach it, so it could be controlled. Then, it happened. He was inside of her mind. Ororo's eyes opened suddenly, like something had stinged her and she stood in the shower, looking like a programmed robot. Now, all he had to do was to make her do what he wanted.

"I want you to caress your breasts", he said inside of her mind and she lay her hands on them, caressing them carefully. With just a little twitch, he had his eyes fixed on her tits. She was squeezing them together. "I want you to enjoy this..."
Ororo looked down and watched her breasts, seeing how they became full in her grasp.
"Now... rub your abdomen", he demanded, "but with only one hand", Charles added. Ororo left the other hand on her left breast and started to touch her stomach. She leaned back a little, getting more relaxed, just like he wanted her to. He had a perfect view from the door. He could see everything. After a while, it was time for the show.
"I want you to please yourself... you know what I mean", Charles continued the mind control. Ororo's fingers made their way slowly lower and lower, until they met her genitals. Her pubic hair was waxed with mohawk style and Charles enjoyed a little bit of mystery it had. Slowly she started stroking herself, revealing the pink flesh from the darkness. Xavier's eyes were glued. He wanted to see every inch. First she just rubbed herself, like asking permission to enter. She closed her eyes, pinching her nipples a little with the other hand and then entered the first finger in. It sunk to the deepness and came out. Ororo was licking her lips restlessly. Then the other finger joined the first one and entered. Charles could feel his breath getting faster. If only he could just... ugh.

"O-oh..." she moaned, sliding her fingers in and out. Her body was trembling as she kept going, dashing the fingers in and out. "Oww..." Ororo's eyebrows stirred and her expression came out more needy. The pace was getting faster and he tried to fit the third finger in too. "Oh-oh.. oh..." she cried, shaking her fingers inside of her, trying to make herself climax. Xavier could feel that his cock wanted to be there too but he knew it couldn't. He squeezed his fingers against his palm and winced.
Finally Ororo's actions brought in the moment they had expected. The climax. She came loudly and started to calm her breath down, when Charles shifted his glance upper.
"Now... you go back to showering and you don't remember anything about this", he controlled her and then closed the door. He rolled away, feeling himself frustrated. While it gave him undescribable pleasure, it also made him furious because of his inabilities. But this was his dirty little secret and he wanted to keep it.