First Times and Fantasies
Chapter 1
by
Edna and Karen



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Notes: Yes, there's some underage drinking, but that's Jean & Ororo's fault, not ours.

This is a co-authored series and Karen has the privilege of going first.

Dedication for this chapter: To Edna, who honored me by accepting my invitation to co-author this baby. Your fic "The Driving Lesson" is one of my favorites and you know why.

Thanks and hugs to: Autumn & Leah for previewing this and to Logan's Marie for the beta. You guys are the greatest support team and we appreciate it very much.




It was close to one a.m. when Jean, unable to sleep, decided to do the other women of the mansion a favor and finish the last of the Godiva Chocolate Truffle ice cream. She strolled into the kitchen and found that Rogue had beaten her to it, just popping the last spoonful of the sinfully decadent dessert into her mouth.

"Hey, Jean," Rogue said, swallowing, "Couldn't sleep, either?"

"No, I hate it when Scott's on a mission without me. I can't sleep until I know he's safe." Jean said, her hand combing through her disheveled red hair as she dropped into a chair opposite Rogue.

"Yeah, well with all the testosterone on tonight's mission, they should all be okay." Rogue joked as she tried in vain to scrape more ice cream from the side of the carton.

Both women laughed at the thought of the all-male contingent that comprised tonight's team. They both also knew, that despite all the posturing, when it came right down to it, they'd all look out for one another. Egos aside, even Scott and Logan, who were always competing for alpha-male dominance, would defend each other. Logan had little respect for Scott's role as Team Leader and had used every opportunity to flaunt that attitude.

The Professor had tried to intervene, finally requesting that Logan at least show Scott a modicum of respect in front of the other team members. So while he agreed to give it his best effort, Logan found it almost impossible to keep up the facade for any respectable length of time. The other team members were simply amused by the pair's antics. Luckily for Scott, Logan's attitude never influenced their own respect for Scott's role as their leader.

It wasn't that Logan wanted to assume leadership of the team, he just didn't like being told what to do - period. Logan was a part of the team, and yet, always a separate entity. Something they were all slowly learning to deal with and work around.

Rogue saw that Jean was eyeing the now empty carton of Godiva, obviously she'd hoped to have the honor of polishing it off. She decided to offer Jean a consolation prize.

"There's some Haagan-Daaz Bailey's Irish Cream left, if you want that." She offered graciously.

Jean's eyes lit up and she dove for the freezer before Rogue changed her mind and decided she wanted that, too. Grabbing a spoon and not bothering with a bowl, Jean sat back down and plunged the spoon into the carton. The first spoonful went down so smoothly.

"Oh, yeah. That hit the spot." Jean said, letting out a sigh.

"Have you two left any for anyone else?" Ororo asked, announcing her arrival.

"There's some Dreyer's Cookie Dough way in the back behind the box of waffles." Rogue informed her.

Jean looked at her with a disbelieving expression.

Rogue just shrugged her shoulders, "So, I know the inventory of ice cream."

"Too bad you can't apply that particular talent to memorizing the state capitals, Rogue." Ororo joked as she reached into the freezer and pulled out the Dreyer's.

"Well, we all have to have our priorities." Rogue replied with a giggle.

"What's so funny?" Jubilee asked as she entered the kitchen rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, what did we miss?" Kitty added, coming in right behind Jubilee.

"We were just admiring Rogue's talent for knowing the ice cream inventory." Jean told them.

Jubilee and Kitty both glanced over in Rogue's direction with challenging stares.

"Blue Bunny Homemade Vanilla is next to the bag of stir-fry vegetables, Kitty and the Double Strawberry should be right behind that for you, Jubes." Rogue announced proudly.

"Wow, I am impressed, Chica." Jubes declared, grabbing a couple of spoons as Kitty retrieved the ice cream cartons from exactly where Rogue claimed they'd be located. Jubes and Kitty took their places at the table and dug into their respective treats.

"We sure have lots of ice cream in this place." Kitty observed as she shoved a heaping spoonful of Homemade Vanilla into her mouth.

"No more than the dozen different brands of beer the guys keep on hand." Ororo noted.

"Especially Molson's. We have enough of that to open an on-site tavern." Rogue laughed, noting Logan's predilection for the Canadian brew.

"Well, we all know better than to run out of Molson's again. Remember that time when Logan had to drink Miller Lite? Talk about desperate." Jubes recalled with a smile.

"Whenever he returns from a mission, Logan always looks like he needs a beer and a fuck and not necessarily in that order." Ororo remarked casually.

All conversation in the room ground to an immediate halt as four pairs of wide eyes turned on Ororo at once.

"What? Ororo asked, "It's just an observation. Are you telling me that none of you have noticed how 'wired' Logan is after a mission?"

"Yes, 'Ro." Jean started to say, "Although, I don't think I would have phrased it quite so bluntly." She added.

"The man carries on like he's practicing his endurance for a sex marathon. I don't think talking about Logan's sex life exactly requires discretion." Ororo replied, laughing softly.

"Practicing for a sex marathon. That's a good one, 'Ro." Jubilee intervened, laughing even more.

"Well, he's not exactly the poster boy for celibacy." Ororo continued.

"I guess now that you mention it, he does act like he's just escaped from prison." Jean added, joining in the laughter.

"Well, I don't think we should be discussing Logan's - 'um, love life." Kitty said timidly.

"Ok, then. Who's love life should we be discussing, Kitty? Yours?" Jubilee challenged.

"Kitty doesn't have a love life." Rogue interjected jokingly.

"Neither do you, Miss I'm-Saving-Myself-for-Tall-Dark-And-Growly." Kitty retorted quickly.

"That was harsh, Kit Kat. True, but harsh." Jubilee chuckled.

Rogue's cheeks flushed bright red and she got up to search for another snack.

"I think all of our love lives, except for Jean's, are rather pathetic at this time." Ororo sighed wistfully.

"Ain't that the sad truth." Jubilee moaned in agreement.

"What about your first loves?" Rogue inquired, "I mean, like as in your 'first' loves." She added.

"You mean the guys we lost our virginities to?" Jean asked.

Kitty just about choked on a mouthful of Homemade Vanilla. "Jean!" she exclaimed loudly.

"Yes, Jean, why don't you tell us all a bedtime story." Rogue implored.

"Ok, Ok, but we all have to share our stories............deal?" Jean bargained.

"Sounds good to me." Jubilee agreed enthusiastically.

"Works for me, too." Ororo added.

"What about me and Kitty? We don't have a story to share." Rogue complained.

"You can tell us your fantasies of what you want your first time to be like." Jubilee offered as a compromise.

"Oh." Was all that Rogue managed to get out, sorry she'd opened her mouth. Kitty just turned crimson at the prospect.

"Ok, I'll go first, but I think we need more than just ice cream for this. 'Ro, you get some glasses while I go raid the Professor's liquor cabinet." Jean instructed as she was heading out of the kitchen.

"Jean, they're only eighteen." Ororo reminded her.

"Yes, I'm aware of that, 'Ro. I also know they break into Charles' liquor all the time." Jean replied, "At least with us monitoring them, they won't get drunk - this time!" She added, giving a warning look to the three in question. And with that she was out the door.

Jubilee, Rogue and Kitty gave their best we're-so-innocent faces, but Ororo wasn't buying it for a minute.

Once Jean was out of hearing range, Kitty turned to the others and announced that she couldn't share her 'first time' fantasy with the group.

"Why, not Kit Kat?" Rogue inquired, "If I have to divulge my little secrets, so do you. Come on, fair's fair and besides, we're all friends."

"That's exactly why I can't talk about it." Kitty started to explain, "Especially not with Jean, because my fantasy involves Scott."

"SCOTT!" Ororo, Jubilee and Rogue shouted in unison.

Kitty just hung her head, blushing furiously. "Yeah, our Honorable Fearless Leader. I've had a major crush on him for a while now. Please don't tell Jean, I'd just die of embarrassment."

"Kitty, are you planning on creating a fictitious guy for your fantasy?" Ororo asked curiously.

"I don't know. I'm such a lousy liar. I know Jean would realize I was just making it up, even without her telepathic abilities." Kitty wailed.

"Well, maybe she'll understand that it's just a fantasy." Jubilee offered.

"I fantasize about Logan." Ororo admitted.

"'RO!" Rogue cried.

"Oh, don't act so surprised, Roguey-babe. Every female with a pulse fantasizes about Mr. Buff Bod." Jubilee announced.

"If the man were a movie star, he'd be considered a major hunk, despite his often grouchy demeanor." Ororo added.

"Some women find that aspect attractive. You know, the whole feral, chest-pounding, macho thing." Jubilee continued, "Rogue certainly does."

"Do you mind?" Rogue interrupted.

"You wanna jump him and everyone knows it. Don't play innocent with us, babe. Ever since you've learned control, you've been restraining yourself." Jubilee joked.

"Jubilee, I've only had control for a few months for one thing and I've only just turned eighteen, so even if I had 'jumped' him sooner, he'd probably have fended me off, cause I wasn't legal." Rogue said in defense.

"Ok, well, 'first', Logan doesn't give a shit about legalities and 'second', the age of consent in New York is seventeen, anyway." Jubilee replied.

"It is?" Rogue asked in surprise.

"Yup, sure is, Chica. You could've been doing the 'nasty' with Mr. Droolworthy all this time." Jubilee informed her.

"Damn! "

"Well, just think of how much fun you could have, Rogue, making up for lost time." Kitty suggested with a giggle.

"Getting back to Kitty's little 'problem'," Ororo said, attempting to steer the conversation back on track. "I think as long as Jean understands it's just a fantasy and not something you plan to put into action, it'll be okay. But just to make sure, I'd wait until she has a few drinks in her." She added with a chuckle.

Just then Jean reentered the kitchen with an armful of liquor bottles.

"Why didn't you just drag the entire cabinet in here while you were at it." Ororo observed.

"Too heavy. I tried." Jean said jokingly. "Somebody wanna grab a couple of bottles before they all go crashing to the ground and all this lovely booze is wasted."

Jubilee jumped up and grabbed a couple of the bottles that looked as if they were threatening to plunge to the floor at any moment. Jean managed to place the rest of the bottles safely down on the kitchen table where everyone then picked their favorite poison.

Two drinks later Jean began her tale.



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