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2
Embarrassing Feelings
"I can't believe it!" Bobby laughed walking into the dorm room. "That is the funniest shit I have heard all day. It just made my night!"
"Well I'm glad I'm amusing you Bobby!" Scott snapped sarcastically
"That's why you're suppose to lock the door when you're doing it, you don't leave it cracked open! What if I caught you?"
"Rather you then Jean," said Scott. "You're a guy, you'd understand. She's a girl she doesn't. I'm so embarrassed now. I don't even think I could look at her straight and I see her everyday cause we share a bathroom!"
"You could share with me for a few days until this whole thing is forgotten."
Scott cocked his eyes up at Bobby, "You honestly think that's going to happen?"
"Nope" Bobby's cold remark slapped him in the face.
"Didn't think so," Scott covered his face with his hands.
"You see girls don't understand the concept of masturbation. They think it's a sick and perverted thing to do when if us guys didn't masturbate we'd blow with just a single touch from a girl. Where would the fun in that be?"
"I don't know," Scott blurted thoughtlessly.
"Why I remember when I hadn't done it for a while, and I was dating this girl back and home. It was getting frisky and all, intense making out and touching and shit. Anyways, I lost it right then and there, and we didn't get to any good stuff."
Scott turned a face of disgust. "I don't think you understand Bobby. You're not helping! You're just grossing me out!" Scott shock his head vigorously to get a mental picture of Bobby out of his mind. Bobby just laughed. "I'm embarrassed to an extent that I have never been before. Jean a girl in high school saw a side to me that I didn't want to share."
"It was bound to happen. You share a bathroom together." Bobby said, still not grasping the seriousness of the situation.
"Why did Professor X do that?" Scott through his hands up in confusions, "We're two different sexes, why would he put us together?"
"It doesn't make sense, but Professor has a reason for everything. I sort have made that my philosophy around here. I'll never understand that man. Why don't you go talk to him?"
"I'm not going to." Scott said, pulling a shirt over his head, "I think it would be futile to go." He slipped on sweat pants and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Bobby wondered.
"I got to get out of here!" He said walking out of the room. He knew why he had to leave, although he didn't want to accept it. He was falling in love with Jean, which was the truth. He knew the Professor knew that too. He wouldn't have paired them up with the same bathroom if it weren't. However, he didn't want to admit it. He couldn't love her. She didn't love him. Nevertheless, he also couldn't suppress his strong feelings for her. He was masturbating about her. Not because of a stack of shitty dirty magazines. Because standing there, nude in front of Jean, turned him on and when he got caught, embarrassed him, but also in a way turned him on more. He was so confused.
He walked down the long corridor hoping he wouldn't see anyone when he saw Ororo Munroe about to collide into him. "Where are you going?"
"Out," Scott answered sharply.
"You can't go out, it's nearly midnight." Ororo retorted.
A chuckle escaped from his mouth, "What are you going to do stop me?" He laughed again.
"If I have to."
"You can't take me."
"You're right, I can't. But I can make a sudden blizzard appear."
Scott's laughter was replaced my seriousness. "Why do you care?"
"I'm the hall monitor, and while I'm on shift you ain't going anywhere." Ororo said and she left him. Scott looked out the window and saw it was snowing the beginning of a massive snow storm start.
Jean laid in her bed contemplating what just happened. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why didn't I knock? She thought! She continued to yell at herself, only to find in the end it was useless. The damage was already done and the only way to fix the problem would be to go backward in time and relive it. Actually, that could be arranged. She is a mutant. It would be easier for to do that then a mortal. She shook the idea from her head and rolled over on her side. She just wanted to forget the whole ordeal. She looked out the window, hopefully to drift her mind away. She saw snow. It was in the middle of July, and she thought it funny for Ororo to be doing that, but the other thought was still in the back of her head. His nude masculine body just lying there on his bed; his ripped body, his well- formed chest. She would have liked to watch more of what he was doing. "Stop thinking that!" she protested to herself. "It's Scott!" But it was useless. She was in love with him. She couldn't fight it. He had the perfect brown hair, a young handsome face, and nice build. He was an attractive guy. Plus his penis was huge! That had to be a plus. "Stop it!" Jean couldn't love him. He would never love her. She's not an attractive girl. She's a nerd with her thick glasses and raggedy red hair. Scott probably thinks she's hideous! Not to mention she is a bookworm, and Scott isn't. It would never work out. She brought herself back to reality. She sat up on her bed and realized that she couldn't sleep. She put on a pair of longer pants on and decided to go down to the kitchen to get some milk.
Scott pulled some Ice Cream out of the freezer and scooped four large scoops into a bowl. He sat down at the counter. This was a usual routine when he couldn't sleep. No one else was usually up, so he had the entire kitchen to himself. That was the way he liked it. He had privacy. He didn't have a lot in his life. Had to share a bedroom and a bathroom. The whole reason this matter upset him was because he didn't have much privacy. And Jean saw him fully nude, which made it worse. He took a big mouthful of ice cream that caused him to get a brain freeze. He slammed his fist in to the counter, and it was relieved. He hated those. Why was he so torn up about the Jean matter? They share a bathroom; it was bound to happen. It actually could make it better for when they're sharing a bathroom. He just would have to see her naked. He did fanaticize about her. That was whom he was dreaming of when she caught him. He had never felt such a strange feeling off sexual feeling before. Other times when he masturbated it was nothing compared to an hour ago. It never was so strong, and the reason was, he thought, was because of Jean. He loved Jean. He took another big gulp of ice cream hopefully to erase the mental images in his head. His penis was erected again. To make matters worse. Jean walked into the kitchen and Scott spat out his mouthful of ice cream. She just stared at him and nothing was said. She went to the cupboard and pulled a glass out. Reached into the refrigerator to grab the milk and poured herself a glass. She took a sip. There was still silence. Jean didn't know what to say. This was awkward for her as much as it was for Scott. Of all people to meet this late at night in the kitchen, it had to be him. Her eyes just gracefully scanned the kitchen trying to un notice Scott. Scott got up and headed for the sink to dump the rest of his ice cream out. He couldn't finish it. Jean's back was turned away from him and she took one last small sip and decided to dump her milk out as well. It was still full, and she suddenly wasn't thirsty anymore. She turned around and smashed into Scott causing his ice cream to go allover her, and the milk splattered all over him. Scott was drenched in milk and Jean had cold sticky ice cream moving down the inside of her shirt. "Oh...my...god!" Jean said stuttering. "Shit! I'm soaked!" Scott cursed. He knew something like this only had to happen on a night like this. "Why didn't you watch where you were going?" Scott asked coldly. "Oh... It's suddenly my fault?" Jean replied picking the freezing cold ice cream out from down in her shirt. "I did get up first!" said Scott while twisting his shirt to get the excess milk out. It went from his chest all the way down his pants. "I can't believe you!" He looked up at Jean trying to clean herself up with napkins. "Here, this might help." She said handing him some napkins. It didn't help. The milk was pretty much set in. He just needed to change. "Look at this mess on the floor," Jean said. "Scott get a bucket of water, this floor will be crawling with ants unless we clean it up." Scott did as followed and picked up and old rag too. They kept silent while they were cleaning the floor. They were done and Scott emptied the water into the sink. "Damn it!" He cursed. The water sprayed back at him, "this just isn't my night." Jean saw that his shirt was even more soaked. She could see his washboard abs through it. She quickly turned away and said, "You're telling me." She wished she never said that. It didn't matter though. Scott wasn't going to reply to that comment. He just pretended he didn't hear her. He was already uncomfortable being around her. He just wanted to get away from her. "Can I have that towel over there?" Scott asked referring to the one on the counter. Jean picked it up and handed it to him. "I just took a shower too. I'm all sticky!" "You think you're all sticky! You don't have ice cream all down you body!" "Excuse me...my mistake." Scott said coldly. "Sorry I even complained!" "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You, Jean," Scott answered. "You're always complaining about something!" "I am not!" Jean shouted boldly; how dare he say that to her. Scott laughed slightly, "You were just complaining earlier that I was in the bathroom too long. You complain for the bathroom every time I'm in there! Not to mention there is more!" "I can't believe you," Jean furiously said! "I do not complain that much, it's just guys like you that piss me off!" "I barely ever talk to you!" "You are a rude, obnoxious and an arrogant little freak!" "Oh, that hurt," Scott, said sarcastically! "Scott Summers! I...I...Hate you! How could anybody like you?" Jean cried. And she marched back up to her room leaving Scott down in the kitchen alone. She got into her room and slammed the door. She jumped on her bed. Scott is a jerk! She had brought herself to say it. Of course she wanted herself to say that. Well, she thought she did. Then, when she looked back at it, she didn't hate him. She just hoped by saying that it would make her so angry with him that she would end up hating him. It didn't work that way. She still had a feeling for him. "STOP IT!" No matter how many times she said it, it didn't matter. She rolled over on her side and tried to get some sleep.
Scott was furious! He couldn't take a shower; he'd wake up half the people on his floor. He went to his room to find Bobby not there. He took of his drenched shirt and pants and threw them into a pile. The nerve of that girl! He thought, calling me arrogant and rude! He pulled up is covers to get into his bed. He wanted this day to end. He hoped that the next day wouldn't be so bad. He didn't want to face Jean again. Oh, Jean, his mind drifted. She was so pretty when she got mad at him. The way her eyes flared up. Her beautiful eyes, how they were so much more noticeable without her glasses. Her gorgeous reddish-brownish hair that flowed from her head. He was getting that strong feeling again. Stop it Scott! He couldn't. His sexual desire took over his body. (As it does for most men) Jean was right there with him, nude. This was the first time he had ever seen her nude, and her body looked like one of those models in his magazine. Her perky breast just there for him to touch. Shall he touch them? He never touched her there before.. She took his hand and placed them on her body. It felt so good for him. She moved his hand lower, and lower. This was intense for him. He was about to explode. Scott bent down and kissed her. It sent a ripple of sensation down his spine. Every hair on his body stood up. His nude body rubbed against hers while they kissed. The hot steaming shower water sprayed on them. This was a good dream. It felt so real to him. It felt as if he was actually there. Jean pulled away, "Oh my god!" They both went to opposite ends of the shower and screamed. They were both standing in front of each other totally butt naked. His dream actually came true. They had just made love to each other. Scott knew it was true, he just had to look down. How it happened he didn't know? He wished he wasn't there. This was even more embarrassing then him getting caught masturbating.
2
Embarrassing Feelings
"I can't believe it!" Bobby laughed walking into the dorm room. "That is the funniest shit I have heard all day. It just made my night!"
"Well I'm glad I'm amusing you Bobby!" Scott snapped sarcastically
"That's why you're suppose to lock the door when you're doing it, you don't leave it cracked open! What if I caught you?"
"Rather you then Jean," said Scott. "You're a guy, you'd understand. She's a girl she doesn't. I'm so embarrassed now. I don't even think I could look at her straight and I see her everyday cause we share a bathroom!"
"You could share with me for a few days until this whole thing is forgotten."
Scott cocked his eyes up at Bobby, "You honestly think that's going to happen?"
"Nope" Bobby's cold remark slapped him in the face.
"Didn't think so," Scott covered his face with his hands.
"You see girls don't understand the concept of masturbation. They think it's a sick and perverted thing to do when if us guys didn't masturbate we'd blow with just a single touch from a girl. Where would the fun in that be?"
"I don't know," Scott blurted thoughtlessly.
"Why I remember when I hadn't done it for a while, and I was dating this girl back and home. It was getting frisky and all, intense making out and touching and shit. Anyways, I lost it right then and there, and we didn't get to any good stuff."
Scott turned a face of disgust. "I don't think you understand Bobby. You're not helping! You're just grossing me out!" Scott shock his head vigorously to get a mental picture of Bobby out of his mind. Bobby just laughed. "I'm embarrassed to an extent that I have never been before. Jean a girl in high school saw a side to me that I didn't want to share."
"It was bound to happen. You share a bathroom together." Bobby said, still not grasping the seriousness of the situation.
"Why did Professor X do that?" Scott through his hands up in confusions, "We're two different sexes, why would he put us together?"
"It doesn't make sense, but Professor has a reason for everything. I sort have made that my philosophy around here. I'll never understand that man. Why don't you go talk to him?"
"I'm not going to." Scott said, pulling a shirt over his head, "I think it would be futile to go." He slipped on sweat pants and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Bobby wondered.
"I got to get out of here!" He said walking out of the room. He knew why he had to leave, although he didn't want to accept it. He was falling in love with Jean, which was the truth. He knew the Professor knew that too. He wouldn't have paired them up with the same bathroom if it weren't. However, he didn't want to admit it. He couldn't love her. She didn't love him. Nevertheless, he also couldn't suppress his strong feelings for her. He was masturbating about her. Not because of a stack of shitty dirty magazines. Because standing there, nude in front of Jean, turned him on and when he got caught, embarrassed him, but also in a way turned him on more. He was so confused.
He walked down the long corridor hoping he wouldn't see anyone when he saw Ororo Munroe about to collide into him. "Where are you going?"
"Out," Scott answered sharply.
"You can't go out, it's nearly midnight." Ororo retorted.
A chuckle escaped from his mouth, "What are you going to do stop me?" He laughed again.
"If I have to."
"You can't take me."
"You're right, I can't. But I can make a sudden blizzard appear."
Scott's laughter was replaced my seriousness. "Why do you care?"
"I'm the hall monitor, and while I'm on shift you ain't going anywhere." Ororo said and she left him. Scott looked out the window and saw it was snowing the beginning of a massive snow storm start.
Jean laid in her bed contemplating what just happened. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why didn't I knock? She thought! She continued to yell at herself, only to find in the end it was useless. The damage was already done and the only way to fix the problem would be to go backward in time and relive it. Actually, that could be arranged. She is a mutant. It would be easier for to do that then a mortal. She shook the idea from her head and rolled over on her side. She just wanted to forget the whole ordeal. She looked out the window, hopefully to drift her mind away. She saw snow. It was in the middle of July, and she thought it funny for Ororo to be doing that, but the other thought was still in the back of her head. His nude masculine body just lying there on his bed; his ripped body, his well- formed chest. She would have liked to watch more of what he was doing. "Stop thinking that!" she protested to herself. "It's Scott!" But it was useless. She was in love with him. She couldn't fight it. He had the perfect brown hair, a young handsome face, and nice build. He was an attractive guy. Plus his penis was huge! That had to be a plus. "Stop it!" Jean couldn't love him. He would never love her. She's not an attractive girl. She's a nerd with her thick glasses and raggedy red hair. Scott probably thinks she's hideous! Not to mention she is a bookworm, and Scott isn't. It would never work out. She brought herself back to reality. She sat up on her bed and realized that she couldn't sleep. She put on a pair of longer pants on and decided to go down to the kitchen to get some milk.
Scott pulled some Ice Cream out of the freezer and scooped four large scoops into a bowl. He sat down at the counter. This was a usual routine when he couldn't sleep. No one else was usually up, so he had the entire kitchen to himself. That was the way he liked it. He had privacy. He didn't have a lot in his life. Had to share a bedroom and a bathroom. The whole reason this matter upset him was because he didn't have much privacy. And Jean saw him fully nude, which made it worse. He took a big mouthful of ice cream that caused him to get a brain freeze. He slammed his fist in to the counter, and it was relieved. He hated those. Why was he so torn up about the Jean matter? They share a bathroom; it was bound to happen. It actually could make it better for when they're sharing a bathroom. He just would have to see her naked. He did fanaticize about her. That was whom he was dreaming of when she caught him. He had never felt such a strange feeling off sexual feeling before. Other times when he masturbated it was nothing compared to an hour ago. It never was so strong, and the reason was, he thought, was because of Jean. He loved Jean. He took another big gulp of ice cream hopefully to erase the mental images in his head. His penis was erected again. To make matters worse. Jean walked into the kitchen and Scott spat out his mouthful of ice cream. She just stared at him and nothing was said. She went to the cupboard and pulled a glass out. Reached into the refrigerator to grab the milk and poured herself a glass. She took a sip. There was still silence. Jean didn't know what to say. This was awkward for her as much as it was for Scott. Of all people to meet this late at night in the kitchen, it had to be him. Her eyes just gracefully scanned the kitchen trying to un notice Scott. Scott got up and headed for the sink to dump the rest of his ice cream out. He couldn't finish it. Jean's back was turned away from him and she took one last small sip and decided to dump her milk out as well. It was still full, and she suddenly wasn't thirsty anymore. She turned around and smashed into Scott causing his ice cream to go allover her, and the milk splattered all over him. Scott was drenched in milk and Jean had cold sticky ice cream moving down the inside of her shirt. "Oh...my...god!" Jean said stuttering. "Shit! I'm soaked!" Scott cursed. He knew something like this only had to happen on a night like this. "Why didn't you watch where you were going?" Scott asked coldly. "Oh... It's suddenly my fault?" Jean replied picking the freezing cold ice cream out from down in her shirt. "I did get up first!" said Scott while twisting his shirt to get the excess milk out. It went from his chest all the way down his pants. "I can't believe you!" He looked up at Jean trying to clean herself up with napkins. "Here, this might help." She said handing him some napkins. It didn't help. The milk was pretty much set in. He just needed to change. "Look at this mess on the floor," Jean said. "Scott get a bucket of water, this floor will be crawling with ants unless we clean it up." Scott did as followed and picked up and old rag too. They kept silent while they were cleaning the floor. They were done and Scott emptied the water into the sink. "Damn it!" He cursed. The water sprayed back at him, "this just isn't my night." Jean saw that his shirt was even more soaked. She could see his washboard abs through it. She quickly turned away and said, "You're telling me." She wished she never said that. It didn't matter though. Scott wasn't going to reply to that comment. He just pretended he didn't hear her. He was already uncomfortable being around her. He just wanted to get away from her. "Can I have that towel over there?" Scott asked referring to the one on the counter. Jean picked it up and handed it to him. "I just took a shower too. I'm all sticky!" "You think you're all sticky! You don't have ice cream all down you body!" "Excuse me...my mistake." Scott said coldly. "Sorry I even complained!" "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You, Jean," Scott answered. "You're always complaining about something!" "I am not!" Jean shouted boldly; how dare he say that to her. Scott laughed slightly, "You were just complaining earlier that I was in the bathroom too long. You complain for the bathroom every time I'm in there! Not to mention there is more!" "I can't believe you," Jean furiously said! "I do not complain that much, it's just guys like you that piss me off!" "I barely ever talk to you!" "You are a rude, obnoxious and an arrogant little freak!" "Oh, that hurt," Scott, said sarcastically! "Scott Summers! I...I...Hate you! How could anybody like you?" Jean cried. And she marched back up to her room leaving Scott down in the kitchen alone. She got into her room and slammed the door. She jumped on her bed. Scott is a jerk! She had brought herself to say it. Of course she wanted herself to say that. Well, she thought she did. Then, when she looked back at it, she didn't hate him. She just hoped by saying that it would make her so angry with him that she would end up hating him. It didn't work that way. She still had a feeling for him. "STOP IT!" No matter how many times she said it, it didn't matter. She rolled over on her side and tried to get some sleep.
Scott was furious! He couldn't take a shower; he'd wake up half the people on his floor. He went to his room to find Bobby not there. He took of his drenched shirt and pants and threw them into a pile. The nerve of that girl! He thought, calling me arrogant and rude! He pulled up is covers to get into his bed. He wanted this day to end. He hoped that the next day wouldn't be so bad. He didn't want to face Jean again. Oh, Jean, his mind drifted. She was so pretty when she got mad at him. The way her eyes flared up. Her beautiful eyes, how they were so much more noticeable without her glasses. Her gorgeous reddish-brownish hair that flowed from her head. He was getting that strong feeling again. Stop it Scott! He couldn't. His sexual desire took over his body. (As it does for most men) Jean was right there with him, nude. This was the first time he had ever seen her nude, and her body looked like one of those models in his magazine. Her perky breast just there for him to touch. Shall he touch them? He never touched her there before.. She took his hand and placed them on her body. It felt so good for him. She moved his hand lower, and lower. This was intense for him. He was about to explode. Scott bent down and kissed her. It sent a ripple of sensation down his spine. Every hair on his body stood up. His nude body rubbed against hers while they kissed. The hot steaming shower water sprayed on them. This was a good dream. It felt so real to him. It felt as if he was actually there. Jean pulled away, "Oh my god!" They both went to opposite ends of the shower and screamed. They were both standing in front of each other totally butt naked. His dream actually came true. They had just made love to each other. Scott knew it was true, he just had to look down. How it happened he didn't know? He wished he wasn't there. This was even more embarrassing then him getting caught masturbating.