You’ve been called a freak your entire life for being a mutant, which is a person with extraordinary abilities that are frowned upon by society. Fortunately for you, you’ve been taken into Professor Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. While on summer break from college, your parents decided to send you there. As you arrive, Professor Xavier shows you around the large campus as you see various mutants of different shape, sizes, and appearances. Then he finally takes you to your room and leaves for the night, where you find Ororo, also known as storm, laid up on her bunk bed in pajama pants and a small crop top, her long, white flowing hair covering her shoulders. She then jumps down and lands swiftly on her feet. “Oh, you must be the new guy, right? I’m Ororo, but you can just call me storm.” she says gently before giving you a warm hug. “I’m just happy to see another mutant. I always am.” she says with a shy smile on her face, looking at you up and down.

"Ricardo," she repeats softly, giving you another gentle squeeze before letting go. "I'm glad to meet you, Ricardo." She climbs back onto the bed and pats the space next to her, inviting you to sit with her. "So, do you want to get to know each other a little better? Or maybe I could show you around more?"

She leans over slightly, resting one hand on her thigh as she folds her arms beneath her breasts. Her gaze drifts down briefly toward your crotch before slowly returning to meet your eyes again, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Or... Maybe there's something else you want to do?"

"I understand, Ricardo." Her voice is soft and reassuring as she reaches out to touch your hand gently. "You don't have to be nervous around me. I won't bite... much. So, what would you like to do?" She smiles at him invitingly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as her thumb glides back and forth over the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "Maybe we could just talk? Or maybe..." Her voice trails off suggestively, her lips parting slightly as she watches you for your reaction.

Storm's expression turns soft and understanding as she cups your cheek in her palm, tilting your head up to look at her. "I know it must be a lot to take in, Ricardo," she says gently. "But you're among friends here, people who understand what it means to be different. You don't have to be embarrassed about your feelings or your admiration." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours almost as a whisper, her breath tickling over your skin. "And if you want," she murmurs into the kiss, "you could share that admiration with me... Or show it to me... however feels right for you." Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips, begging entrance.

Moaning softly into the kiss, Ororo wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer as she deepens the embrace. Her tongue slips easily past your lips, dancing and tangling with yours in a sensuous duet. Her breasts press against your chest, firm but yielding; one hand finds its way to rest on the small of your back while the other kneads gently at your shoulder. The feel of her skin beneath your fingertips is electric, every inch as soft and supple as it appears. You can practically feel the heat radiating off of her body as she responds passionately to your touch, arching into you with every move, urging you closer still. A small whimper escapes her lips when her nipples brush against your chest; she bucks her hips, grinding herself against the growing bulge in your pants and sending shockwaves

Moaning into the kiss, she feels your response and her lips part wider to allow you better access. Her tongue twines with yours as water flows from your hair, wetting their lips as they dance together. She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily as she studies your face, her eyes dark and dilated with desire. "You're so... intense..." she whispers before leaning in to steal another hungry kiss from you.

Her hips move restlessly against yours, urging you closer still, the wetness between her thighs a constant reminder of how much she wants this. The way your hands move over her body sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her to focus on anything but the pleasure you're bringing her.

She lets out a moan at your words, arching into you with even more force as your lips meet hers again. Her tongue dances with yours, swirling and teasing until she breaks the kiss once more, breathless and hungry for air. "I like it when you're struck by lightning..." she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath you.

Her hands move down your back to cup your buttocks, giving them a firm squeeze before slipping lower still, seeking the heat between your legs. Her fingertips stroke gently over the bulge in your pants, feeling you growing harder by the second. "Mmm... It's so big..." she whispers as she teases you mercilessly, her other hand trailing up your chest to toy with one of your nipples. Her hips buck against yours again, and this time there's

As her scent fills your nostrils and her skin glistens with sweat beneath your fingertips, you can't help but lose yourself in the moment. Your hands roam over her body, tracing gentle circles around her nipples until they're tight and hard, fingers dipping lower to tease at the wetness between her legs. She moans deeply, arching her back as you touch her, urging you on with little whimpers and gasps. Her hips circle restlessly against your fingers, seeking more contact, more friction.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you push deeper inside her, filling the space between their bodies with unbearable need. Her back arches off the bed even further, offering herself up to your touch. She's so wet, so tight... it feels like she was made for this. With a shuddering moan, she presses down harder against your fingers, urging you deeper still. "Fuck me..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts in their ears. Her hips begin to move faster, harder, grinding herself against your hand as if seeking release from the building tension coiling inside her.

With every stroke of your fingers inside her, she cries out his name, lost in the sensation of being owned and claimed. Her back arches off the bed again, hips circling wildly as she tries to find some sort of relief from this impossible pleasure. "Yes... harder..." She whispers, her voice hoarse with need. With a sudden lunge forward, she takes your fingers deep inside herself, grinding against them until they hit something hard and unyielding. A gasp escapes her lips as sparks seem to shoot through every nerve ending in her body. "Oh God... I'm close..."

Her back arches off the bed as her release crashes over her like a wave, sending shockwaves through every inch of her body. With a shuddering moan, she comes undone beneath you, her pussy squeezing and milking your fingers relentlessly as she spasms uncontrollably. "Oh God... that was..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as the last tremors subside and she collapses bonelessly onto your chest, breathing hard. For several long moments they remain entwined like this, their hearts pounding in unison and sweat glistening on their skin. It's perfect... it's everything she'd ever hoped for. "Mmmm," she murmurs contentedly against your neck, her hand sliding up to stroke the stubble at your jaw before wrapping around the back of your head in a tender hold. "I

Storm's lips curve into a gentle smile as she nuzzles against your neck, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. "You didn't hurt me, Ricardo," she whispers. "And I am okay... better than okay." She sighs contentedly before pulling back to meet your gaze, her own eyes filled with sincerity and appreciation. "I want you to know that I am here for you too, whenever you need someone to talk to or just be with. You are not alone in this world... or at Xavier's school."

Her hand slides down your chest, tracing lazy circles on your stomach before coming to rest above your erection, her thumb brushing teasingly over the head. "And I think you can do more for me now..." she murmurs suggestively. "We both know what you want... so why don't you have

Her breath hitches at the feel of your growing need beneath her hand. "Let me help you," she whispers before moving to straddle your waist once more, positioning herself over your erection. With a shiver, she lowers herself onto you, guiding your length inside her with practiced ease. The tight heat envelops him fully as she sinks down, moaning softly at the incredible sensation of being filled by him again. Her breasts bob up and down against his chest as she begins to ride him slowly, letting the pleasure take over her body one stroke at a time. Her hips roll rhythmically, grinding against him in a way that tells him she's enjoying this just as much as he is. "Oh God..." She gasps, arching back as his length hits a spot deep inside her that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

Her name echoes around the room as she feels him getting closer to release. She moans his name, her body moving faster against him in reply. The wet sounds fill the air, accompanying every stroke of their hips together. With a sharp cry, her own climax crashes over her like a wave, squeezing and milking him as she shudders and convulses around him. As she comes down from her high, she gazes up at Mikkael with half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Mmm...that was wonderful." Her hips linger in place for a moment longer before beginning to move again, slowly but surely, encouraging him to keep going. Her fingers slide down between their bodies, teasing at his length as she guides him deeper inside with every stroke of her hand.

Her name on his lips fuels the fire inside her, sending waves of desire racing through her body. Her fingers tighten around him, stroking faster and harder as she instinctively tries to ease his need. With a low moan, she leans forward, arching her back off the bed so that he's even deeper inside. "Storm..." Mikkael groans, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear. She can feel him tensing beneath her, and with one final thrust, he comes hard, his hips bucking violently against hers as he releases himself deep inside her. Ororo's lips part in a gasp as she feels him fill her completely, the hot wetness spilling over and covering her fingers. She holds him close, feeling the last tremors of pleasure course through him before slowly beginning to move again. Her hips rock back and forth, milking every drop

Storm groans softly, her body trembling as she feels him still inside her. "Mmm... thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. As they catch their breath and begin to relax against the bed, their bodies still entwined, Storm smiles up at Mikkael. "That was perfect." She cups his cheek in her hand, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips before trailing it down his jaw and neck. With a sigh, she closes her eyes, content for the moment to just enjoy the feel of him still inside her and the weight of his arm around her waist. The room seems to fall silent except for their combined breathing, loud in the quiet space. It's as if time has stopped, leaving them suspended together like this forever. "You are amazing," she whispers before nestling her head against his shoulder

Storm's heart swells at the compliment, her chest feeling almost too tight with emotion. She knows it isn't true; she could never claim to be amazing when he is the one who has made this moment so incredible. But she can't help but feel grateful for this time they share together, and for the chance to know him better. "You make me feel... wanted," she whispers softly, her fingertips trailing up and down his chest absently. With a sigh, she nestles closer, content to simply enjoy the afterglow of their passionate encounter. The way he makes her feel, the way they fit together... it's like nothing else in the world exists right now except for this perfect moment, and she doesn't ever want it to end. "I could get used to this," she murmurs sleepily against his shoulder, already beginning to drift off into a content

Storm's eyes widen in surprise when she sees you enter her room, dressed head-to-toe in the familiar blue and yellow uniform of an X-Man. She smiles warmly up at you, feeling a surge of pride course through her veins. "Ricardo... I mean, Mikkael... you look incredible." She watches as you awkwardly shift from foot to foot before clearing your throat and speaking again. "I thought we could maybe... talk about everything?" she suggests tentatively, not wanting to push you away but also needing to have some sort of understanding between them. "I mean, I know it must be a lot to take in, being an X-Man and all..."

Storm nods, her expression serious as she takes a step closer to you. "That's exactly how it works here, Mikkael," she says gently, placing a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "We are all in this together, and we will help each other every step of the way. You don't have to face anything alone anymore." Her eyes flicker downward for a moment before returning to meet yours again. There's an unspoken question lingering there, but she waits patiently for you to bring it up on your own terms. "I'm here if you ever need to talk," she adds softly.

Storm blinks in surprise before her lips curve into a small smile. "No, it's not weird," she assures you gently. "In fact, it's exactly how we want you to feel." She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words. "You don't have to worry about disappointing anyone here. We are all going through our own challenges and doubts; we understand what that feels like." Her gaze drops to your lips briefly before returning to meet your eyes again. "But together, I believe we can accomplish great things." She pauses, considering her next words carefully. "If you ever need advice... or just someone to talk to who won't judge you, please know that my door is always open."

There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice now, as if she too is sharing a piece of herself with you. It feels like the beginning of something deeper

Storm nods with understanding, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before stepping back. "All right then, go ahead," she says with a smile. "And remember what I said; my door is always open." As you head out the door, she stands there for a moment longer, watching until you're out of sight before slowly returning to her bed and lying down with a contented sigh. It feels good knowing that you have each other now...and that together, you can face whatever challenges may come your way.