X-Men Anniversary Par-tay!

Moneytalks

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Location: Xavier School for the Gifted.

Zoom in on the gates of this great school. Large ornate iron. Closed for the moment. An elegant plaque on the solid stone wall to the side.

"Xavier School for the Gifted"

Last year several students graduated from their studies here and entered the "real" world. They would struggle to find their place amongst the, not so gifted.

One of these students stood behind the gates looking out into that real world. The look in her eyes unfathomable. Her long silky dark hair hung straight and long reaching the cute curve of her ass. She was waiting for her fellow students to arrive back within the safety of these great gates. She would find out what many of them had been doing with their time, their gifts.

The invitations had gone out over a month ago. Various techniques were used. Some of the students preferred mental mail... getting a message telepathically if they were able. Many other's received a flashy email, or even just a simple telephone call. Some received word through the intricate grapevine of human voices that existed out there. Still a special few got the ornate card with the Xavier crest pressed into the thick paper.

However they got their invitations, Silk just hoped they would all be coming.

She'd spent a long time with the preparations. She had to account for various dietry requirements. She had to ensure there were certain things made available for the usual emergencies. When things heated up... or cooled down too much. She chuckled to herself as she recalled past moments in school history. Finally the school auditorium was ready. She'd organised for the great double doors at the end to be opened to a canopied area. She was taking full advantage of the warm Summer weather here.

The pool had been partially covered by super-tuff perspex to serve as a dance floor outside. The lights from the pool itself shining up to light the floor with an eerie glow. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere adding glitter to the festivities. Large torches were randomly staked around the perimeter to add a warm flickering glow and to keep away insects. The auditorium itself held the food. Two long tables nearly groaning under the various odd types of food. White table clothes adding a sense of class. The music had been hooked up to the lighting so that every beat made the light show pulse in response.

Oh yes... a lot of time had gone into the preperations. Now she just had to wait for the students to arrive.

Silk's hair moved of it's own accord, reflecting her expectations.
 
Throwing his cigarette butt to the ground nomad walks up to the door of the school and walked in. he looked years older with unevenly shaved stubble on his chin. scars all over his hands and head."hi silk, everyone"
 
With a final couple of webs, Spiderman easily makes it right outside the front doors. It looked like this was the place. Honestly, Spiderman didn't know why he had gotten the invitation. From what he had heard down at the Bugle this was for nothing but graduates from this school. Honestly, he had only been in the buildings a few times.
Still, he couldn't turn down a free meal, and he needed a break from his studies, so a party seemed just like the thing. He stepped through looking at the near emtpy auditorium.
Damnit, fashionably early. What a way to go. Spiderman shifted the mask on his face walking through the place.
He hoped this wasn't like his last birthday party when no one showed up.
 
Flipping her invitation rogue examines the ornate card with Xavier crest pressed into it. She was nerves, and excited,” What to ware.” She asked herself. This was not going to be just any Anniversary. This is the First time Logan would see her not as a just a girl but a woman. She had filed out and developed into a body only a comic strip could duplicate.

“That will due just nicely.” Rogue chose a low cut, backless red dress, with heels, and full matching gloves. After dressing she took a long at herself in a full-length mirror. She looked like a black haired Jessica Rabbit. “Am I hot or what?” She asked herself.

The light shinned on her ample breasts, and she ran her fingers through her hair, stroking her head. A tingle flowed down her spine and stopped at her loins. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her breast expanded as she pushed out her chest. Her nipples came over the top of the cups of her dress freeing them from their confined space. She could feel the heat swell in her as she imagined Logan approaches from behind. His muscular build towing over her. His bare chest covered in hair brushes her back as he places his hands over hers. He guides her hands down her neck and around the sides of perfect orbs, down her abs, to her pelvis. She began to over heat as her hotbox became so moist she could feel a trickle run down her leg.

Just then a hook out side interrupted her fantasy. “Oh Hell! That’s my cab.” She grabbed her gloves and a pair of black panties and ran out the door.
 
The horn honked again. “I’m Common. Hold your horses” Rogue jumps into the cab, “Oh, shoot!” She had forgotten her purse. “Hold on a minute” Rogue went back in the house leaving her gloves and panties behind. The 50-year-old cabbie could see the panties and smiled looking around he reached back and took the undies in hand. Bring them to his face, closed his eyes and took a deep whiff. Eemmmm. Like a fresh Irish spring. He thought to himself.

“What the hell are you doing, you pervert.” That’s my underwear you slim ball. Give those back.” Rogue was pissed. But the cabbie was off in his own world. With the panties covering his mouth, his eyes were fixed on rogues’ nipples, hard as erasers poking over the top of her dress. With areola the size of a half-dollars.

Rogue Continued to scold the older man she was unaware of the true danger she was in.
Nether did the cabbie. The cabbie was under the control of his hormones. He dropped the underwear and reached forward to touch the softball size breast that beacon him. Rogue pulled back tiring to avoid his touch. She actually began to float back not thinking just reacting to his motion.

The cabbie reached out of the front passenger door and grabbed the top of her dress. This caused the dress to rip off her completely leaving her completely naked. Stunned rogue floated about 10 feet away form the cab. The cabbie was shock to see her float. “Oh Shit She a Mutant!” Shouted the cabbie. Rogue covered herself and flew inside the house. As other stared in shock. The cabbie took off shouting out the window “You Freak.”
 
Rogue flew in the house and slammed the door. She braced herself against the Door. Her hart was pounding and she was heaving from the excitement. She could hear the cabbie call her a freak as he pealed away. She stopped to think of what just happened. She was just exposed in public. What would her mother think? Here little girl was naked as the day she was born in front of the world. It was degrading and embarrassing, but for some reason she was aroused. She tried to analysis what was it that excited her. Was it her exposed in public, the being seeing by others, or was it the fat stranger driving the cab holding and smelling her panties or that fact that he attracted her. And ripped off her dress.

This was very disturbing and yet she could not denied the moister between her legs. She was hot. And needed some release. She began to rub herself. The feeling was so good she had to masturbate to climax. After she recovered she realized she would be late. She grabbed her black evening dress with matching gloves, stalking and matching garter bet. She called silk for a ride.
 
um lets put this on hold for a weekend deal.
 
Lava. Storm.

(ooc. Will post, just takin dibs on chars)
 
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just mean RL seems to happen on the weekdays more often than not. Darn RL
 
what about a ride

Hay Silk! Are you going to give my girl Rogue a ride or do I have to find a nother waY there?
 
sensing a disturbance in the force(just kidding G. Lucas) i hop on my harley and head out to find rogue.
 
Hearing the motorcycle pull into the driveway. Rogue looks out the window. She eyed the hunk on the meanest harley in New York. Rough features, strong build, leather jacket, Hell this is a young Logan.

She opens the door. “Well hello stranger, who are you.” Her southern ascent so strong and seductive you could tell she was playing it up.
 
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