Disclaimer: I do not own Jubilee. I wouldn't want to _own_ her anyway. Maybe play with her a bit, but…*cough* Anyway, she's not mine. Neither is Monet. Marvel owns them both and won't get much from me if they sue. I'm very poor. The story, however, is mine -if you steal it, I'll send Wolvie after you. He and I are on very good terms. Got it?
Rating: NC-17. Sex, drugs and Jubilee's foul mouth. Well, actually, there aren't any drugs…
Notes: This is partially a response to Lise's challenge. I didn't do everything she wanted, but I'll work on something else.
Notes2: I just read issues 1-5 of Ultimate X-Men. I'm hooked. Again. Just that cover of Jean alone was enough to reel me in. *drool* That doesn't apply to the story but I just thought I'd say: it's a damn cool series!
Notes3: I like ice cream. Take that as you will.
Strawberries
by Renard
Going down on a woman is kinda like eating ice cream.
Stick with me on this one.
Y'know how, when you're a kid and you get that first ice cream cone, you want to eat it perfectly? Maybe some people aren't like this, but I sure as shit was. I mean, I didn't want a drop getting on me.
But, ice cream always wins. The point is, after a while I didn't mind the sticky goo dribbling down my hand. In fact, it was kinda fun to lick it off.
That's why eating ice cream is kinda like going down on a woman. And, I wanted to be perfect at that too.
Picture this: there I was staring at heaven. And I do mean heaven. I mean, if heaven isn't Monet's thighs, what is? So, there I was, right there. In the hot spot. And she was ready. And I was ready. I mean, I was scared as shit but I was ready. And I always thought when it came down to it I'd get a stroke of inspiration. Like Sappho was going to pop out and impart the wisdom of lesbianism to me. Or, like my inner lesbian would know exactly what do and be wonderful. Mind blowing.
That's not exactly what happened. I mean, I _was_ mind blowing. Monet said so, so there. I just didn't have an instruction manual, that's all.
When I finally got up the nerve to touch her, she smelled so fucking good. Like really rich mocha-chocolate ice cream. She was so hot and her pubic hairs tickled my chin. And then I tasted her. I mean, I just put my mouth right down and licked.
Fuck. I think I almost came right there. For all that rich smell, she tasted so clean and crisp. Rich. But good rich. Just like strawberry ice cream. And there was a big strawberry to nibble on too. Fuck!
Okay, so I'm not going to go into all this detail about it, but... Hell, I am. I wanna brag! Nobody else around here has been down there eating Monet. I was all sticky and gooey and I loved it. My hand and face were all slick and I couldn't stop tasting her. Touching her. I didn't really know what I was doing. I'll admit it. But, Monet's real good at saying what she likes. I figured it out pretty good.
When she came, I had to lick it all up. I couldn't get enough. If ice cream really tasted like that, I'd get fat off of eating it.
Maybe I'll patent it. Monet's Special Strawberry ice cream. I told Monet about it and she said I was on crack. But, she let me have another taste.
Now, I get to have as many tastes as I like. I will _never_ think of strawberries the same way again.
And that's why going down on a woman is like eating ice cream!
Maybe I'll write that for my next in-class essay. Banshee'll shit himself.
..... Fin
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