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He made his way through the TV room, pushing people aside as he walked. "What’s wrong with you tonight Logan?" asked Scott Summers as Logan pushed him out of the way. "Fuck you pretty boy," Logan said, continuing to his room. He opened his door and entered his room, sending the door slamming shut behind him. Quickly, he flicked on the lights and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon off of it and twisted the cap. He drank rapidly, needing a release from this social gathering. This was only the first night too. There were still two more weeks of this. Professor X’s plan was to have everyone come to the mansion and learn the art of hostage negotiation. Recently, the X-Men had been faced with a situation where they lost a hostage due to their lack of knowledge on the subject, so Professor X felt that a two week course covering hostage negotiations was in order. He invited the members of X-Force and X-Factor also, feeling that it may be to their benefit to know it as well. Shatterstar walked through the crowd, looking for someone he knew. He still didn’t fully understand the customs of Earth people, especially parties. He didn’t know what Earth people got from being at a party, because he sure didn’t see anything special happening at this party. No fights, no competitions, nothing that he considered fun. "Star, loosen up a little," Siryn said from behind him, resting her hand on his shoulder. "I don’t get this party thing Theresa," Shatterstar said, relieved that he had finally found someone he knew. "What don’t you understand?" she asked. "The fun you all seem to be getting out of this. I feel no enjoyment in talking with people I don’t know. Where is the fighting?" he asked. "You have a one track mind," she said, laughing, "Come with me, I’ll introduce you to some people you may like." Theresa led Shatterstar to a table where Psylocke, Gambit, and Rictor sat. "Shatterstar, this is Betsy and Remy," Theresa said, pointing to the groups. Shatterstar already knew Rictor well. Hell, they were best friends. "Hello, it is nice to meet you," Shatterstar said politely to his new acquaintances. He then turned to Rictor, "I have been looking for you all night. I am relieved that I have finally found you." "What were you looking for me for?" Rictor asked. "You are one of the few people I know here," Star said solemnly. "Why don’t you try to meet someone then?" Rictor asked. "I don’t like parties like this. I don’t feel right. There is no fighting," Star stated boldly. "No fighting?" Betsy asked from across the table. "Yes, no fighting," Star stated firmly. "Parties with fighting?" Betsy asked in confusion. "Yes. On my home world, we would hold large gladiatorial tournaments at parties. There would be large feasts after the battles. And dancing and music. But there is none of that here. Just people socializing. Hardly a party," Shatterstar said, crossing his arms on his chest and leaning back in his chair. "That sounds like one fuck up party mon amie," Gambit said, laughing and sipping his beer. "I think it sounds fun, like an ancient Roman type thing," Betsy said. She seemed intrigued by Shatterstar’s words. She smiled at him, "Tell me more, please." The next two hours were shrouded by Shatterstar’s stories of his home world. Remy and Rictor left, but Betsy stayed, mesmerized by the man she was talking to. He seemed perfect. Often during the conversation, she would zone out and just stare at his amazingly toned body. He was wearing a t-shirt, but she could still see the definition in his muscles. She was extremely turned on by him. And his stories. He spoke with such passion about his fights. Betsy wanted to just jump across the table and kiss him, but he seemed so frigid, that she was afraid he may push her away. "And that is about it," Star said finally. "I’ll be right back," Betsy said, "Don’t go anywhere." Betsy got up and filed through the thinning crowd. It was getting late, and a few people had gone to bed and several more were on their way. She hoped one person was still up. "Theresa?" Betsy asked, walking up behind Theresa. She was sitting down, talking to Storm and Jean. "Yes?" Theresa said, turning around to face Betsy. "Listen, I’ve been talking to Shatterstar over there for about two hours, and I really like him and all, but does he, you know?" Betsy asked, winking at her and making a few crude hand gestures. "Star? Of course, but he’s very ambiguous about it. You have to spell it out pretty obviously before you do it , he doesn’t handle hints or symbols too well yet. He’s actually very passionate," Theresa said, blushing a little. "This sounds like a voice of experience," Jean giggled. "Oh shush," Theresa said, blushing more. "Thanks for your help," Betsy said, walking back towards Shatterstar. "No problem," Theresa said, turning back around. Betsy walked back over to Shatterstar and sat down in the chair next to him. "Ok, I’m back," Betsy said, smiling at him. "I am glad," Star said. "You are?" Betsy asked happily. "Yes I am. I find you very attractive and enjoy your company," he said. "Well, then, can we go some place a little more private?" "Why?" Betsy and Shatterstar walked through the mansion, arm in arm, talking about the great battles they had participated in. Shatterstar had never met a woman who liked talking about weapons and fighting as much as he did, at least not on Earth. He really enjoyed being with her, and he felt something he had not felt for a long time, not since he was with his wife back home, he was horny. "Well this is my room," Betsy said. They entered her room, the lights flicking on with their presence. "It is very orderly," Star observed. "Why thank you," she replied. She walked over to her stereo and flicked on the switch. She pressed the play button and soft jazz music filled the air. Betsy walked over and sat down on her bed and motioned for Shatterstar to do the same. He complied and took up a seat next to her. Their eyes met and stared endless into each other. Betsy put her hand on top of Star’s, grinning slightly at him. She reached out and placed her lips on his, giving him a gentle kiss. "That was enjoyable," Shatterstar said, grinning for the first time that night. "Good, I was beginning to wonder whether you could smile or not," Betsy joked, kissing him again, this time deeper and more passionate. Star wrapped his hands around Betsy’s neck, caressing her flesh and pulling her closer to him. Betsy used her hands to pull off his shirt, breaking their kiss momentarily. Her fingers moved all over his naked skin, loving the feel of his rock hard build. "You have a great body," Betsy said, quickly returning her lips to Star’s. He said nothing, just continued to probe her mouth with his tongue. Of course, Betsy didn’t really mind, she was really enjoying this. "Let’s hope the rest of you works as well as your tongue does," Betsy said, drawing back from Shatterstar. She quickly pulled her shirt off over her head and removed her bra. She threw herself back on the bed. "I assure you that it does," Star responded, sprawling his body out over Betsy, taking her breasts in his hands. She giggled softly as his lips roamed her body, planting wet kisses over her neck, stomach, and breasts. "Ooh… That feels so good," Betsy moaned. Star’s lips moved slowly down her body, until they reached the waistline of her jeans. In one quick motion, he released the clasp and had them off of her. He gently massaged her swollen pussy through the material of her satin panties. "Oh god! Don’t stop!" she groaned. "I had no intention to," Star said, his hand pressing harder against her moist flesh. He could feel the dampness of her pussy soaking through her panties. He used her other hand to slowly lower the waistband of her confining panties, while the other hand continued to pleasure her. He soon had Betsy’s panties on the floor, along with her other clothes. Using two fingers, Star traced around her labia slowly, causing Betsy to emit a high pitched moan. "Oh shit! That’s great!" she sighed, cupping her breasts in her hands. "My tongue has more than one use," Star said, dipping his tongue deep into Betsy’s now dripping pussy. She threw her head back and screamed as his tongue dug deeper and deeper into her womb, sending waves of sexual desire through her body. Shatterstar rolled his tongue in and out of Betsy’s aching cunt. Her juices flowed freely out of her hole, giving Star an incentive to continue his exploration. She adored the feeling of his tongue inside of her, it had been so long since she had let it all go and give into her sexual desires. It was refreshing, to say the least. "Stop teasing me and put it in me!" Betsy screamed. She loved to have her pussy licked, but she loved so much more to have a man inside of her. Besides, she wanted to be close to Shatterstar, wanted to have his sweaty body pressed to hers. "Yes ma’am," Star said. He stood up and pulled off his jeans, and briefs, freeing his straining erection. Betsy gasped when she saw it. It was huge. She had never had one that big before, but she was determined to try. She spread her legs as wide she could, giving him as much room as possible. Star approached Betsy’s spread legs, positioning himself at the entrance of her sex. He slid it in slowly and gently, watching Betsy the whole time for any sort of disapproval. Once it was about half way in, and Betsy was grimacing painfully, Star laid down on top of her. He gently gyrated his hips, starting slowly. Betsy pushed her hips in the air, meeting each stroke, creating a rhythm between them. Each stroke drove Shatterstar deeper into her, until eventually, his entire erection was buried inside of her. "Oh yes!" Betsy screamed, raking her fingers up and down Star’s back, "That’s so good!" With every stroke, Betsy made a new, unique sound, each sounding more dire than the last. She wanted to feel him cum inside of her, but at the same time, she never wanted it to end. And finally, with a loud groan, it was over, Shatterstar spraying his seed deep with in her. He collapsed onto her, bringing his face right next to Betsy’s. She reached out and felt his lips with hers, tasting his sweat mingled with her juices. "That was amazing," Shatterstar said, not being able to think of any words to describe it fully. With the shape he was in, Star rarely had to stop and catch his breath, no matter what he was doing, but right now, he was panting uncontrollably, his breaths short and staggered. Betsy fell asleep before she could respond to him. Shatterstar rolled off of her gently, trying not to wake her. Pulled the blankets on top of her and tucked them in around her body. He stayed and watched her sleep for awhile, before finally dressing and going back to his own quarters.