Jean couldn't hear Anna, of course. As the younger girl's arousal mounted, so did Jean's. Casting a nervous look around the lab, she scooted the chair back. Pulling her pants down to her knees, she left her panties on. But now her hand could move a lot more freely, though her frilly purple panties were now on display.
Rubbing her folds more vigorously, her legs spread apart further. She hadn't thought of Anna as being...sexy before. She was a girl, after all. Jean had only done this at night a few times while thinking about Professor Summers. Both hands began to slow, however...Jean didn't have Rogue's strength and stamina.