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Subject: AnnD: Cape & Cowl - The Adventures Of Supergirl & Batgirl - FF
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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of consenting
adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes characters that are
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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and
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The Comic Stories Should Be Read In This Order:
Robin And The Catwoman
Robin On Patrol
Batgirl And Robin
The Erotic Adventures Of Supergirl
Cape And Cowl - The Adventures Of Supergirl And Batgirl
Cape And Cowl
The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl
Part One
by Ann Douglas
"Mayday ... Mayday ... Mayday..." the pilot of the small jet said
in a controlled voice as he struggled with the controls of the crippled
aircraft. "This is Gotham Air Two-Zero-Niner declaring an emergency!"
Those simple words brought fear to the heart of Jim Lee. In all
his twelve years of flying, including almost a hundred combat missions
during the Gulf War, he'd never had to declare an emergency. Three minutes
ago, just as he'd made the leisurely turn that would line his plane up for
the approach into Washington's National Airport, a sudden explosion had
ripped through the starboard engine.
Thousands of hours of flying time helped avert any sense of panic
as he quickly increased power to the port engine and tried to keep the
aircraft intact long enough to make an emergency landing.
"Brace yourself." he said to the smartly dressed young woman who
occupied the co-pilot's seat. "This is going to be a little rough." Lee
added, trying to be reassuring.
In the split second he had spared to look into the emerald eyes of
his sole passenger, Captain Lee had been surprised to see no trace of fear
in the redhead. It was as if the young woman faced life or death
situations all the time, secure in her acceptance of an uncontrollable
fate. In a way it made him feel more secure as well. The last thing he
needed right now was a hysterical right-seater.
Glancing up from the instrument panel and then out the window,
Jim's eyes fixed on the rapidly growing image of the Woodrow Wilson Bridge.
Rapidly he ran the numbers though his head and a small smile filled his
face. Once they cleared the bridge, which he judged they would be able to
do, they were home free.
"Almost there..." he said as the altimeter continued to drop.
What measure of confidence he felt, evaporated in a second as the
airframe suddenly rocked once again. Jerking his head to the left, a look
of horror filled his face as he saw the small jagged hole that now appeared
in the port engine.
"Oh shit." he whispered, all color drained from his face.
"We're not going to make it, are we?" the redhead said, no longer
worried about breaking the pilot's concentration.
Jim Lee's eyes glanced down at the now spinning altimeter and the
bridge before them. They were dropping like a rock. It was no longer a
matter of clearing the bridge. If anything, they'd be lucky if they didn't
take out a dozen cars when they crashed into it.
Resigned that there was nothing more that he could do, he turned
and faced his passenger. No sound issued from his lips, but the look of
resignation in his eyes was all the silent answer she needed. Just as
quietly, the 26 year old mouthed a prayer that the end would be
instantaneous.
Suddenly. Incomprehensibly. The encompassing view of the bridge
suddenly dropped below the horizon as the small aircraft rose once more
into the sky. It took a moment for the two of them to realize they were
still alive. It was a dozen more heartbeats before they dared considered
asking themselves how could they be with both engines destroyed.
Before they could say a word to each other, they found themselves
on the ground at National Airport. Instinct took over and they quickly
exited the aircraft, right into the arms of the emergency crews which were
already surrounding it.
"I guess it's safe now to ask..." the young woman said. "Why
aren't we dead?"
The answer came in the form of an athletic blonde haired woman who
walked out from under the damaged starboard wing. 5'7" and about 120 lbs,
she wore a tight fitting blue shirt which topped a red skirt and matching
red boots. A equally bright red cape draped across her shoulders. Situated
across her rounded breasts was an irregular red and yellow pentagon with a
stylized "S" in it.
"Supergirl!" the redhead exclaimed.
"Are the two of you all right?" the Girl of Steel asked as she
reached the front of the plane. "I didn't have much time to be gentle if I
was going to keep you from becoming an unwelcome decoration on a National
Monument."
"We're fine, and thankful beyond words." Jim said as he stepped
forward and extended his hand out in welcome. "Jim Lee, pilot and from now
on, your number one fan."
"That's better than any reward." Supergirl smiled as she accepted
his outstretched hand.
"And let me add my own thanks." the woman in the conservative
business suit said as she reached out as well. "Barbara Gordon."
Automatically, Supergirl shifted her attention to Barbara as she
had done with a thousand thankful recipients before. Abruptly, the
Kryptonian froze as she focused on the attractive young woman for the first
time.
Barbara noticed the sudden pause, unsure what to make of it. She
waited a few moments, then asked.
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm sorry." Supergirl said, snapping out of her momentary daze.
"I thought you looked familiar, that's all."
"Maybe you saw me on CSPAN." Barbara replied. "Although as Gotham
City's most junior Congresswoman I usually get on opposite most of the late
night lineup."
"Congresswoman Gordon, of course." Supergirl smiled. "I've read
some of your speeches. They were very impressive."
"I'm flattered." Barbara said.
"Well I'm just glad I was able to be here when you had your
accident." Supergirl said as she began her own well rehearsed speech. "The
country needs people like you."
"I'm glad you were as well." Barbara replied. "But I'm afraid it
was definitely not an accident."
"I don't understand." Supergirl said.
"One engine exploding is an accident." Barbara explained. "Two is
a statistical anomaly."
With that, the Girl of Steel turned and focused her amazing vision
on the twisted remains under both wings. Layer by layer, inch by inch, she
surveyed the mangled metal.
"I'm afraid you're right." she reported. "I'm picking up almost
untraceable amounts of explosive residue. They'd be invisible under normal
investigation."
"I'd expect that." Barbara said, amazingly calm for someone
discussing what was supposed to be the instrument of her own death. "If
we'd gone down into the Potomac, as was undoubtedly planned, it would've
been written up as a tragic, inexplicable accident."
"You sound like you have a good idea who planted those explosives."
Supergirl said.
"Not enough to convince the FBI." the Congresswoman replied. "Not
even with two other members of Congress having had similar, more fatal
accidents in the last eight months."
"Well I'm not the FBI." Supergirl said, suddenly very interested.
"Convince me."
"I'm afraid I don't have any real proof." Barbara went on. "I
just find it too coincidental that both of them and I were on that fact
finding trip to Qurac last year. The one that led to Congress's resolution
condemning Qurac for exporting acts of terrorism."
"Qurac, that's a nasty bunch." Supergirl noted. "But wouldn't
simply blowing up your plane be more their style."
"That's true." Barbara agreed. "But what information I've been
able to come by suggests that this is a contract job. A group of
mercenaries led by a woman called the Crimson Rose."
"I've heard of her." Supergirl replied. "As bad as the Quraci's
are, she's worse."
"Definitely." Barbara agreed. "And this is exactly her style.
She wanted us to know that we were going to die. She gets off on the fear
she creates in others."
Supergirl took a few steps away, lost in thought for a few moments.
She had only planned to be in Washington for a few hours, just long enough
to drop off a heart for a transplant at George Washington University
Hospital. Now she had a new goal.
"If you're right, you can be certain that she doesn't suffer defeat
gladly." Supergirl noted.
"In order words, I should expect another attempt ... and soon."
Barbara agreed.
"Exactly." Supergirl said with determination. "And when they do,
I'll be there."
A look of concern flashed across Barbara's face. For some reason,
the prospect of having the Girl of Steel as a bodyguard seemed to bother
her. A strange reaction for someone who's life was in obvious danger.
"I'm afraid that's not a good idea." Barbara said. "I can't
really explain why, but I can't let people think I'm running away from what
everyone tells me is an overactive imagination."
The Congresswoman's heart was racing, Supergirl noted. A tell tale
sign that she was hiding much more that she was telling. Still it was her
business, her life. She couldn't be forced to accept a bodyguard.
"I assume you don't have any objection to my spending a few days in
Washington and taking a little look around?" Supergirl asked.
"Of course not." Barbara smiled, a smile that hid many secrets.
With that, the Maid of Might was gone.
Ten minutes later, Supergirl found herself drifting among the
clouds. Barbara Gordon had made quite an impression on her for a number of
reasons. Even if there hadn't been an attempt on her life, she would've
wanted to find some reason to spend a little time around Washington and try
to get to know her better. Kara had been taken aback when she first saw
the Congresswoman. Not that Barbara would have any way of knowing it, but
she was almost a twin for Supergirl's first lover. At least what the
Kryptonian thought her friend Zara would have looked like if she'd had the
chance to grow into womanhood.
Sadly, among all the children of Argo City, only Kara Zor-El, known
to the people of Earth as Supergirl, had the chance to grow to adulthood.
The children of Argo, like their parents, had died when the protective
shield around their small spaceborne city had been shattered by a thousand
meteor fragments some eight years past. Only her father's foresight to
have constructed an escape rocket, patterned after the one that brought her
cousin Superman to Earth years earlier, had enabled her to survive.
It hadn't been easy adjusting to life on Earth. Unlike her cousin
who had come to this alien world as an infant, Kara had lived the first 15
of her 24 years as a normal, that is non-super girl. Although taken to
heart by the people of Earth as one of their super powered protectors,
Supergirl had felt apart from them in many ways, especially in those
relating to love.
Relationships are hard when you can, as the saying goes, bend steel
in your bare hands. Actually, as Supergirl had corrected herself many
times, it was difficult when you were a woman and had abilities far beyond
those of mortal men -- or women.
It had been almost two years since Supergirl had her last serious
love, Susan Wienczorkowski. An officer on Metropolis's Special Crime
Units, she had died in the line of duty while, Kara was halfway around the
world fighting a fire that had already devastated half a town in Germany.
The loss had hit Supergirl hard and for a time she blamed herself for not
being there when it mattered. But with time, she finally accepted the
counsel of her older and more experienced cousin. You can't save everyone,
he constantly reminded her. Not even when the one you can't help, is the
one that matters the most.
After that, Kara had little success with either men or women --
contenting herself with a series of meaningless flings. It was funny, she
sometimes considered, how many of them had occurred with fellow costumed
adventurers. It had to have something to do with the life style. The most
interesting of these brief relationships, she thought, had been with J'onn
J'onzz. Known to the public at large as the Martian Manhunter, he was also
an alien visitor to this world. With a compatible humanoid physiology,
J'onn was perhaps the second most physically powerful man on the planet.
Her cousin Kal occupied the first position. Unlike Superman, on whom she
had once turned her x-ray vision on one night out of curiosity, J'onn had a
10" cock that was as thick as a baseball bat. That being the case, who
cared if it was green.
It had been fun while it lasted. The relationship had paled however
outside of the bedroom. By Earth calendars, Kara had been 22 years old at
the time. J'onn, according to those same human measurements, was almost a
century old. They just couldn't relate to each other very well once they
were out from under the sheets.
Still she ached for another relationship that would again send her
heart afire with excitement. Whatever instincts she had, told her that
Barbara was that type of woman who could do that. From the very first
moment she seen her, she seemed the embodiment of every woman she had ever
desired. Even now she could still savor the scent of her perfume, a
delightful flowery aroma that conjured up images of virgin gardens and lost
summer nights.
Of course she reminded herself, there could be a dozen flaws in her
thinking. On the top of the list, the very strong possibility that Barbara
might not be interested in other women -- a very common trait for women of
this culture. Unlike her native Krypton where gender was less important
than feelings.
But those were questions for later. First she had to find the
ruthless bitch who wanted to see her new infatuation dead. After thinking
about it a few minutes, she knew exactly how to track her down.
Soft as a feather, Kara set down on the top ledge of an apartment
building across from the Quraci Embassy. By international law, the large
red brick building just a few hundred feet away was protected by
territorial sovereignty -- literally it was a piece of Qurac. Diplomatic
immunity protected both the inhabitants and what ever secrets the hundreds
of file cabinets within might contain. All of which meant absolutely
nothing to the determined young woman standing in the warm afternoon
breeze.
The Quraci Embassy had been protected from unwanted surveillance by
several million dollars worth of security precautions, both human and
electronic. All of this was useless against a person with x-ray vision,
super-hearing and almost unlimited patience.
Floor by floor, office by office, Supergirl scanned each carefully
guarded secret. In addition, every incoming and outgoing phone call was as
clear as if Kara was an invited participant. It was only a matter of time
before she found the particular secret she sought.
Barbara Gordon finally returned to her apartment in downtown
Washington. With the almost crash as the lead on the evening news, the FBI
finally took an interest in the case. In fact, the President himself had
called to ask about her condition. But all of it had been merely political
showmanship. The agents who had interviewed her and Jim showed no real
interest in her theories concerning the Quraci's. After all, to them she
was still only a temporary Congresswoman, appointed to fill out an
unexpired term. She hadn't even been elected in her own right.
Rest assured, the men in the dark suits and sunglasses had told
her, the entire resources of the federal government would be put behind the
search for what really happened. Then they had sent her on her way, certain
that their interest wouldn't last longer than the next day's evening news.
Checking in with her office, Barbara had been likewise reassured by
Tim Murray, the chief of staff she had inherited from the late departed
Congressman Stephen Jefferson, that everything was under control and there
wasn't even any need for her to stop by. For perhaps the hundredth time,
Barbara promised herself that if she did manage to get elected in her own
right in November, there were going to be major changes in that office.
Right now however, she had more important things on her mind. The
people who wanted her dead were still out there. If she thought about it,
she knew that any other member of Congress would've quickly gone into
hiding, demanding FBI or Secret Service protection as they did.
That wasn't her style. Barbara Gordon had fought her own battles
all of her life. Most of them in situations that few of her colleagues
could've ever imagined.
Moving into the bedroom, the tall redhead quickly stripped off her
business suit and the equally conservative undergarments beneath them.
Standing in only her panties in front of the dresser mirror, the Gothamite
was reminded that periods of extreme danger had always left her incredibly
aroused. Today's near fatal incident had been no different.
Gently she ran one hand across the lightly covered red bush between
her legs while her other hand laid across her breasts. The lean athletic
form the 26 year old had worked so hard to develop back in high school and
college was still very much in evidence. Her breasts weren't very large,
but they stood on their own without support. Many times over the years
she'd been told they were near perfect globes. She played with the pert
nipples for a few moments, smiling as they sprang to life. They had always
been very sensitive and given her current state of arousal, it took only a
soft touch to bring them to erectness.
Barbara lost herself in the sensation of her own touch. Eyes
tightly closed, she slid her hands down across her breasts one last time
and over her flat stomach. Coming to a rest when they reached the small
white triangle between her legs. Using both hands, she rubbed against the
soft material. A soft sigh escaped her lips in response to her caress.
Sliding her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, she
provided a deeper touch. Now Barbara's breaths came in shorter gasps as
she slid first one, then two fingers inside of herself. In due time a third
finger would follow.
Faster, deeper she rubbed, manipulating her clit and covering her
long, slender fingers with her wetness. Eventually the small cloth of her
underwear became too restrictive and was also discarded. A few more
minutes of play brought forth a small but enjoyable climax. Yet in the
quiet aftermath of her pleasure she knew it to be an empty reward.
She hadn't had a lover since leaving Gotham City some eleven months
ago. Sure the work she was trying to do was important, she kept telling
herself. More important than anything she could accomplish back home. Yet
this was a strange city where being in the public eye meant you had little
or no private life. There were times she regretted taking the appointment
when it was offered to her. One of the most common times was when she
crawled into bed each night alone. She had grown very tired of only having
a piece of plastic and a few D cells as her only company.
Not that there weren't a great deal of men around her all the time.
She was, in truth, quite an attractive woman. But it hadn't taken more
than a few innocent dates for her to learn that most of them were more
interested in the Congresswoman in front of her name and what that title
could do for them. Reluctantly she had pushed her social life aside and
concentrated instead on learning the ropes on her new job. Only to be
checked at almost every turn by her own staff. Give it time, they kept
telling her. You have to learn how to walk before you can run.
Her social life wasn't the only thing Barbara had left behind in
Gotham. Unknown to all but a select few, especially those who had proposed
her selection to replace Congressman Jefferson, there was quite another
facet of her personality. One which would have made them reconsider their
opinion that she was a safe candidate that would simply toe the party line
until they could get a professional on the ballot.
"Screw them all!" Barbara shouted to the empty air as she finally
lost her temper.
A fiery rage flushed though her body as she stormed into the
bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower. A thousand thoughts
raced through her mind as she stood under the rushing water, washing away
the grime of the day's adventure. The central theme of her train of
thought was that someone had tried to kill her today -- now what was she
going to do about it.
Quickly drying herself once out of the shower, she concluded that
there was little that Congresswoman Gordon could do. That aspect of her
personality however, was quickly being replaced by a much older one -- one
a great deal more dynamic.
"I guess I wasn't making as much of a difference as I thought."
the naked beauty thought as she stepped into the bedroom, realizing that
she had already made her decision.
Moving to the red brick wall that the builders had left when they
remodeled the old building, Barbara reached up and pressed the center brick
on the top row. Silent servos came to life as the brick wall separated in
two, forming an entranceway to a concealed room beyond.
When she had first made the decision to relocate to Washington,
Bruce Wayne had offered her this apartment in one of the buildings owned by
Wayne Enterprises. He had explained about the hidden room and how she
could use it to hide that which she wanted to keep away from prying eyes.
At the time, she'd laughed at the idea that she would drag her past along
with her as she set out on what she termed a great adventure. Still, to
humor Bruce, she had allowed him to set up the room in case she ever needed
it. Now it seemed that Bruce had known her better than she knew herself.
Not that she found that thought very surprising as she stepped into
the inner chamber and the entrance closed behind her. People had been
underestimating Bruce Wayne for twenty years. To the world at large, he
alternated between the image of a playboy and the head of one of world's
leading industrial giants. What few had ever saw, because he didn't wish
them to see, was that beneath those dual guises he wore another mantle.
The mantle of the bat. Bruce Wayne, was the scourge of Gotham's underworld
known as The Batman.
As the lights of the small antechamber grew to life, the
paraphernalia around her gave testament to the fact that like Bruce,
Barbara had also worn the mantle of the bat. For the last few years,
Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl.
The room around her was almost an exact duplicate of the one she
had designed herself in her original apartment back home. Bruce was good
for that, recreating familiar surroundings. He'd even had the main rooms
of his family's suburban estate recreated on the top floors of the Wayne
Tower when he shifted his operations to downtown Gotham.
A small dresser contained a collection of plain white sports bras
and panties. Barbara had never really checked before but discovered that
both were exactly her size. That was another thing that Bruce was really
good at estimating.
As she put them on, Barbara slightly regretted that she never
really took the time to find out what else Bruce was really good at. Of
course that was the state of arousal talking she knew. There was no way
she could've had an affair with Bruce Wayne. Not after she'd already had a
somewhat brief one with the junior partner of the Dynamic Duo - Robin.
Adjusting the straps of her bra, Barbara remembered how nice it had
felt to have the younger man in her bed those many mornings after they'd
gone on patrol together. It was a pity that the relationship had faded
after he left for college.
"Time to put all those thoughts behind you." a little voice
reminded her as she shifted into what she used to call "combat mode."
With a practice that came back so naturally, Barbara quickly donned
the purple and gold costume she had made what now seemed a lifetime ago.
Of course this wasn't the same one she had worn on her first night as
Batgirl. Batman had long ago replaced that uniform with one that
incorporated the very latest in lightweight body armor.
The soft feel of lycra against her chest brought back a rush of
pleasant memories. How could she ever have thought she could leave all of
this behind.
Carefully she adjusted the gold utility belt around here waist.
There was no need to check each compartment. She knew each one would
contain a duplicate of what was in her original arsenal. That, or an
updated improvement.
Finally, to complete the transformation, Barbara reached for the
tight purple and black cowl that rested on a styrofoam head. Back in her
early days of the Darknight Damsel, she'd worn a long haired red wig
underneath the cowl to hide her own short locks. Now her own natural hair
was more than long enough to take the wig's place.
Once cowl and cape were securely locked in place, the transformed
Congresswoman stood before the large full sized wall mirror.
"This is what I was born to do." she said to the reflection of the
crime-fighter. "I'm never going to make the mistake of leaving it behind
again."
Cape And Cowl
The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
Opening the laptop that Bruce had left her, Batgirl quickly logged
on to the secure link with the massive Batcave computers. Nimble fingers
played across the keyboard as the files on the Crimson Rose filled the
screen. Waynetech was the fourth largest computer software company in the
world and in each program was a sub-routine that allowed Batman access to
any system that used it. If there was a clue as to where to begin her
search, it would be there.
Quickly, the costumed adventurer read the information on the woman
who so wanted her dead. 26 years old, the Crimson Rose had been born
Sumiko Tabuchi in a small village on the island of Hokkaido, Japan.
Daughter of an American soldier and his bar girl lover, she had been left
to grow up in the streets after her mother had simply gone out one day when
she was 16 and never returned. By the time she was 18, the lithe teenager
was already responsible for a half dozen murders and had acquired a
reputation that impressed the local crime lord enough to accept her into
his organization. Speculation was that the old man had also taken her as a
lover but the only fact that was sure was that within two years the old man
was dead and she was queen of his organization at the age of 20.
By 22 she had branched out into the world of international
assassination and for the last four years had been one of the premier
killers for hire. Sumiko had acquired a taste for the finest things in
life as well as a fatalistic belief that everyday might be her last. It
was an important aspect of her personality according to Batman's notes
added to the bottom of the file. If anything, she was more apt to hide in
plain sight than hole up in some hidden bolt hole.
The file also contained one of the few photographs of the Crimson
Rose. Taken back in the days when she was just Sumiko Tabuchi, she looked
to be about 16 in the picture. Even then, the eyes held both a fierce
defiance as well as the spark of hidden intelligence. If you took the time
to really look at them, you wouldn't be fooled by the outer appearance --
that of a street urchin.
Reading over Batman's personal notes once more, Batgirl reflected
how good it felt to be in costume again. It had been a long time. One
thought led to another and she recalled the night she had worn it for what
she had then believed would be the last time.
It was one of those nights were nothing was going right. She had
just ended her relationship with Robin days before and had gone on patrol
alone. Responding to a silent alarm at the Gotham Museum, she had
interrupted a robbery in progress. The two low caliber thugs who had
tripped the alarm systems went down without her breaking a sweat. She had
just finished tying the two of them up when the lights went out.
"Who's there?" Batgirl called out as she spun around in the dark.
The only response was a soft feminine laugh. Followed a moment
later by the muffled sound of a pair of boots hitting the floor. Batgirl
turned in the direction of the noise but before she could do anything, a
blinding light exploded in her eyes.
Batgirl's disorientation only lasted a few seconds, but it was
enough for the new arrival to grab her from behind and slip a silken cord
around her wrists, pulling it tight. She heard the laugh once more and
then the overhead lighting came on once again.
Illuminated by the twin rows of track lighting that covered the
opposite walls, her assailant stood revealed. Clad in a skintight dark
purple jumpsuit that looked like it had been literally poured onto her
body, the intruder also wore a tight fitting cowl with small cat ears. Up
to this moment, Batgirl had only seen her in pictures, but there was little
doubt to her identity.
"You're the Catwoman!" she said in an excited voice.
"Congratulations. Did you figure that out all by yourself?"
Catwoman laughed.
Confidently, the purple clad huntress strode over to where Batgirl
had left the inept thieves. Slowly she shook her head and lamented on the
sorry class of criminals these days.
"Wouldn't you just know it." she said as she walked over to the
large glass case where a priceless and rare Egyptian cat emerald was on
display. "I spend over a week casing this place. Then two hours hiding out
after closing in a very uncomfortable spot. Finally an hour bypassing all
of the alarms, only to have one of these idiots trip the last of them less
than ten seconds before they would've been inactive. Some days you just
can't win."
Picking up one of the flashlights the bungling burglars had
dropped, Catwoman swung it in a wide arc and smashed open the display case.
"Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best." she grinned as
she reached into the case and picked up the gemstone.
Dropping her prize into a small bag attached to her belt, Catwoman
moved over to Batgirl, stopping when their faces were only a few inches
apart.
"I hear you've been screwing the junior Batman." she said. "I
admire your taste. He's both cute and a pretty nice fuck."
Batgirl didn't know what to answer. Her only thought was that if
public knowledge of her relationship with Robin had reached that far, then
she had ended it just in time.
"I was his first, I don't know if he told you that." she whispered
in Batgirl's ear. "So every time he gets you off. Every time you feel his
tongue in your pussy. Think of me cause I'm the one who showed him how it
was done."
Then without warning, Catwoman grabbed the back of Batgirl's cowl
and pulled their faces together. Batgirl was startled by the abrupt feel
of Catwoman's lips against her own, then by the even more unanticipated
touch of her tongue as it invaded her mouth.
The kiss was endless as Catwoman seemed to radiate more lust in a
fully clothed kiss than many lovers did naked in bed. Barbara was only
dimly aware of the feel of the feline fatale's hands as they cradled her
lycra covered breasts.
"It's a pity that time is so short and the police so near."
Catwoman purred. "I'd really love to show you how it's done as well. I've
always had a thing for redheads."
One more brief kiss and she was gone, leaving a Batgirl both
embarrassed and tantalizingly aroused.
That same night, ironically enough only four blocks away,
Congressman Stephen Jefferson was entertaining an important constituent in
his private apartment in the Gotham Royal. Her measure of importance was
increasing by the moment as the 52 year old legislator pressed his cock
harder and harder into her young almost hairless pussy. Her name was
Bobbie Joe Wilson and she had just passed her 17th birthday a week before.
She had met the Congressman at a political rally for, ironically enough,
Citizens For A More Moral Government. She was looking forward to casting
her first ever vote for him when he came up for re-election the following
year.
The amply endowed brunette didn't realize at that moment, that she
would have more of an impact on that election than anyone else in her
district. Four minutes later, just as he was about to explode into what he
had judged to be the tightest little snatch he'd ever had since his navy
days in the Philippines some 30 years before, Stephen Jefferson instead
suffered what doctors later referred to as massive coronary failure. Lost
in her own climax, Bobbie Jo didn't realize that the man atop her wasn't
moving anymore for quite some time. Then the sound of her screams reached
throughout the surrounding floors of the upscale apartment house.
It was decided at the highest levels of the party that in order to
gloss off the circumstances of Jefferson's death as smoothly as possible,
it would be necessary to appoint someone as acceptable as possible to fill
out the rest of his term. According to tradition, they had first offered
it to his now widowed wife -- who promptly told them where there could put
their congressional seat. Still eager to make their announcement as soon
after the funeral services as possible, they had gone down a short list the
night before. The first three of the names on it were unavailable. The
forth had been Barbara Gordon. In hindsight, they had congratulated
themselves. Who would be more perfect to present a good image than the
daughter of Gotham's own legendary police commissioner.
Overwhelmed by the honor, Barbara had immediately accepted and put
away her double persona for what she thought would be the duration.
Floor by floor, room by room, Supergirl continued her clandestine
observation. Most of the activities at the embassy were mundane in nature.
This changed dramatically as her search reached the basement gym and the
connecting locker rooms. More specifically, the showers reserved for
female employees. The Girl of Steel was shocked to come across two women
sharing a single shower. It was not only the shower they were sharing as
they proceeded to soap and caress each others naked form.
It wasn't the nature of the act the two olive skinned women were so
actively engaged in that surprised her. After all, under different
circumstances, she might have been inclined to join them. Rather it was
the fact that the two had been willing to take the risk of discovery.
Qurac was the type of country where you could find yourself put up against
a wall for even harboring such desires -- much less acting on them.
If Kara were to examine the two women's purses in the adjacent
locker room, she would've discovered that the older of the two was the
embassies cultural attaché. Slightly stocky in her late 30's, she had
short brown hair that was just beginning to gray. Only 5'2", she had a
rounded body with plentiful mounds.
Her taller, much younger companion was a new addition to her staff.
Recently graduated from an American University, she had acquired certain
desires there that had definitely not been part of the curriculum her
government had sent her there for. Tall and small breasted, with long
black hair that stretched down to below the buns of her ass, she really
wasn't Kara's type. Still, the Girl of Steel was impressed by the
enthusiastic way the 22 year old dropped to her knees and began to work her
tongue in between the walls of her superior's love canal.
As entertaining the show they were putting on was, Supergirl has a
job to do. She started to shift her gaze up to the first floor when she
accidentally x-ray scanned the ventilation system above the shower room.
She almost missed the small camera hidden above the vent.
For a second as she spotted the spy device, Supergirl was afraid
the lovers had been found out and considered if she should get them out of
there. Then to her relief, she noticed that the camera wasn't hooked into
the main security system. Rather it was tied into a small video tape unit
also hidden in the air shaft.
"The hook up looks a little amateurish." the blonde adventurer
thought as she examined the unit a little closer. "I think I've come
across someone's home movie maker."
A few seconds of concentration increased the power of her x-rays
until the tape in the VCR began to smolder and then burst into flames. A
small smile appeared on the corner of her mouth as a cloud of smoke
filtered out of the vent, drawing the attention of the two women below.
Quickly they wrapped themselves with towels and ran for help.
Hopefully, when the now melted recorder was found it would result in their
being more circumspect in the future.
"Well that's my good deed for the day." Kara grinned as she
shifted her gaze to another part of the Quraci consulate.
"Klahid speaking" Supergirl heard the chief of security say as he
answered the phone.
The voice on the other end was female and it was perhaps the five
hundredth phone call Kara had monitored this afternoon. Hopefully this
wouldn't be another one of the security chief's seemingly endless parade of
girlfriends. The man seemed to have a fetish for phone sex. Not a bad
thing by itself, but the man also suffered from a terrible lack of
imagination.
"Gordon is still alive." the female voice said.
"You state the obvious." the security chief answered.
Supergirl jumped up to her feet, she'd hit the jackpot. Every
fiber of her being began to focus on the carrier wave of that phone call.
One by one, she tuned out every extraneous sound until the signal was all
she heard. Then, using abilities that few could understand, she began to
trace the line back to it's origins. Twice she had lost it, then
backtracked to find it again.
Mentally she superimposed the map of Washington over the invisible
trail. It came to an end at one of the most exclusive hotels in the city.
Specifically, the penthouse suite. Not exactly the place where you'd
expect to find a terrorist cell. Then again, Sumiko wasn't your ordinary
terrorist.
"I'll have this wrapped up by dinner." Supergirl thought as she
dropped off the ledge and arced upward into the sky.
As the city passed beneath her, she imagined Barbara Gordon's
response when she told her that Sumiko was safely behind bars and no longer
her concern.
"It wasn't my fault that space-bitch interfered." the tall dark
haired woman shouted into the phone. "If it wasn't for her, Gordon would
be fish food by now. Trust me, there will be ..."
The sound of shattering glass cut off her next words as Supergirl
came crashing through the large French doors that led out to the balcony.
Without pause, she grabbed the two armed men who were in the large living
room and tossed them into the far wall. The impact robbed them both of the
automatic weapons they'd been carrying and their consciousness.
"I'm afraid your conversation is going to be interrupted."
Supergirl said as she stood in the center of the room, her hands on her
waist. "For about a hundred years or so seeing as how many countries have
warrants out on you."
"Supergirl!" the beautiful Amerasian woman exclaimed loudly as she
dropped the phone and reached for the bright red carry bag on a nearby
table.
"Sorry, that bag definitely doesn't go with that dress." Supergirl
said as her eyes flashed red for a moment and the bag burst into flames.
Sumiko recoiled from the sudden heat as whatever weapons might have
been in the bag were instantaneously transformed into melted slag. A
string of curses, some of which were new even to Supergirl, came out in
rapid fire Japanese.
"Now now," Supergirl said with a smile. Such language from a
lady."
Sumiko stood 5'10" and amply filled out the expensive white evening
gown she was wearing. Evidently she had plans for the evening, plans which
would now be somewhat changed.
When you're nearly indestructible, it's easy to become
overconfident. So it was that Kara was paying more attention to the deep
crevice between Sumiko's breasts than to the small hand that moved across
those mounds. With a sudden motion, the Japanese woman ripped off the
pendant around her neck and after popping it open, tossed it to Supergirl.
"A present." she laughed chillingly.
Too late Supergirl realized the danger as a sudden burst of pain
ripped through her body. Her vision blurred as the Girl of Steel felt her
legs turn to rubber. Unable to stand, she fell forward. It was a pain
she'd only felt twice before in her life, and just before she lost
consciousness she realized that the crystal in the pendant had to be
krytonite.
"I always thought one of you super types would eventually come
after me." Sumiko said as she stepped over Supergirl's prone body. "I
bought that little sparkler sometime back. Looks like it was worth the
half-million I paid for it."
Picking up one of the machine pistols her bodyguards had dropped,
she walked back to stand over her fallen foe. A smile of satisfaction
filled her face as she charged the weapon and aimed it at the back of
Supergirl's head.
"From what I've been told, it only takes a few minutes exposure to
that rock to make you as vulnerable as anyone else." Sumiko said as she
visualized a cross-hair in the middle of Kara's golden locks. "It's a pity
you can't be awake for this. I'd love seeing the look in your eyes as you
see death's wings take flight."
Now it was Sumiko's overconfidence that proved her undoing. It was
only at the last possible moment that she caught the motion of purple and
gold to her left before the full weight of Batgirl's 110 lbs slammed into
her body. Still, that brief recognition of danger was enough for Sumiko to
pull back and deflect at least some of the blow. She even managed to hold
onto the uzi.
"This is my lucky day." Sumiko called out confidently as she spun
around and began to spray the room with gunfire. "I get to waste two of
you bitches!"
Batgirl barely ducked under the arc of fire as she dropped down to
the carpeted floor and quickly rolled over to the unconscious Supergirl.
Disregarding her own immediate danger, she reached out for the bright gold
plated pendant. Gloved fingers closed on the small piece of jewelry,
snapping it closed. Then in a single fluid motion, Batgirl completed a body
roll and tossed the perilous trinket out to and over the now open balcony.
"Die Bat-bitch!" Sumiko yelled as she slammed a fresh ammo clip
into the machine pistol and walked her shots across the floor.
"Get it in gear Barbara!" Batgirl's inner voice cried out as she
pivoted in the other direction. "Otherwise you're going to make the
morning's obituary page after all."
Long months of inactivity took their toll as Batgirl's reflexes was
just a little too slow. The stream of bullets shattered a wall length
mirror, showering the gold caped crusader with hundreds of tiny razor sharp
fragments. The few seconds she took to shield her face were all Sumiko
needed to trap her.
"Bye bye bitch!" she sneered. "First you, then the blonde girl
scout over there. Then that Gordon cunt can join you both in hell."
"I think you forgot about something." Batgirl grinned right back.
"I don't think so." came the confident response.
The heartless killer did feel a brief flash of disappointment that
was reflected on her face. She was so hoping that Batgirl, like so many of
her victims, would plead for her life. Where was the fun in killing if you
didn't get to enjoy the fear it produced.
"Surprise." the soft fluid voice whispered into Sumiko's ear.
"What....." she started to reply.
Reaction came much too late as a blue covered arm reached out and
crushed the small snub nosed barrel of the machine pistol. If the
terrorist pulled the trigger now, the weapon would explode -- taking her
hand with it.
Sumiko's attention diverted, Batgirl leapt to her feet and produced
a set of steel bat-cuffs from one of the back compartments of her utility
belt. With practiced ease, she grabbed the startled murderer and slammed
the restraints around her wrists.
"Nice move." Supergirl commented in a voice that only partially hid
the weakness she still felt.
While the Kryptonian's strength had begun to slowly return as soon
as the lethal gem had been removed, it would take time before she was back
at full strength. As it was, the simple act of crushing Sumiko's weapon
had exhausted her reserves.
The sounds of gunfire had produced dozens of calls from panicky
hotel guests. In response, a small legion of Washington's Finest had
appeared at the door to the penthouse suite mere minutes later. It was a
toss up which they found more surprising: the devastation inflicted on the
antique surroundings, or the presence of the two women whom they had only
thought of as legends.
"Why don't you take a few minutes in the next room to compose
yourself." Batgirl said to Supergirl in a low voice as the police picked
up the two bodyguards that the Girl of Steel has disabled earlier.
"Good idea." Supergirl agreed. "I only need a few minutes."
"Take whatever you need." Batgirl replied. "I'll deal with
everything out here."
As Supergirl disappeared into one of the bedrooms, the Captain in
charge of the detail came up to Batgirl. His men were already leading
Sumiko out of the room, trailing a litany of curses, blood oaths and
promises of retribution.
"Where did Supergirl go?" the excited Captain asked in a voice
filled with hero worship.
"Err...she needed some time to ... " Batgirl said, hesitating to
draw attention to the Maid of Might's period of weakness.
"Oh I understand." the police officer nodded knowingly, thinking
that Batgirl had motioned to the bathroom instead of the bedroom next to
it. "I guess you never really think of folks like you having to do things
like that. Just like the rest of us."
Five minutes later, a much refreshed Supergirl emerged from the
bedroom. The color was back in her face and she had a reassuring
confidence in her stride.
"Thanks." she smiled at Batgirl.
"Supergirl, I can't tell you what an honor it is to meet you." the
excited Captain said as he anxiously shook the Kryptonian's hand. "Billy
Ryan." he added.
Batgirl figured that it would be a good ten minutes before the
police officer finished with the Girl of Steel. Not that she really blamed
him. Batgirl had to admit that she felt a little of that hero worship
herself. Sure she was Batgirl, but what was that really worth. An
ordinary woman in a Halloween costume. Supergirl, she was like magic. The
woman could actually fly. She could move mountains. She was actually from
another world.
There was a time when the scarlett tressed adventurer would've
asked herself why couldn't she meet a guy like that. Lately however,
Barbara had become more away of a growing attraction to other women. Deep
down, she knew that those attractions had always been there, but she was
always afraid to act on them. Just before she had accepted the appointment
as Congresswoman, she had been on the verge of acting on those feelings.
Then those desires, like so many other things, had been put aside for the
sake of her career.
"I wonder if Supergirl ever has feelings like that." Barbara
wondered as she imagined what the Girl of Steel looked like without that
costume. "What a first time experience that would be." she mused.
Super or not, Supergirl was still a woman. Filled with the same
desires that every other woman had. At least that was what she'd said in
an interview she had given Lois Lane when she'd first appeared a few years
back. The story had appeared in the Sunday edition of the Metropolis Daily
Planet and Barbara had read a copy of it at the Gotham Library.
Remembering the article, she also recalled that Supergirl's real name was
Kara. Both then and now, she'd thought the name as beautiful as the woman.
"I wonder what the odds are that she's into women." Batgirl mused
as she admired the curve of the heroine's ass.
That thought and the imagery that went with it only served to add
to the wetness that continued to grow between her legs.
"Listen to me." the cowled crusader thought. "Two days ago the
idea of being with another woman was the furthest thing from my mind. Now
a few hours as Batgirl again and I want to put the make on the most
desirable woman in the world."
One night, back in the early days of their relationship, Robin and
she had discussed the sexual habits of the world's various
superheroes. They had been lying in bed, bathing in the warm afterglow of a
night of energetic lovemaking. Some of it was conjecture, some of it fact.
All of it entertaining.
Robin had met many of the major heroes through his partnership with
Batman. He had an opinion about all of them, especially the woman. Most
of them were straight he concluded, but there were exceptions. Wonder Girl
of the Titans was definitely into babes, he'd said. Yet Wonder Woman was
into both men and women, depending on her mood. Speedy, also of the
Titans, was as queer as a three dollar bill.
Even the straight ones had their own quirks. Black Canary was
really into heavy bondage and discipline. Ice, also of the Justice League,
was on the opposite end of the spectrum. She was a born submissive with a
passion for dominant men.
Where in this mix did Supergirl fit in? Barbara could only wonder.
Cape And Cowl
The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
"Can I drop you of somewhere?" Supergirl asked as she walked up to
Batgirl.
"What..?" Batgirl answered as she was startled out of her
daydreaming.
"I asked if could drop you off somewhere?" Supergirl repeated.
Batgirl looked around and noticed that the adoring Police Captain
was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't even noticed him leave.
Barbara considered the fact that the unmarked car that Bruce kept
in the garage of her building was parked behind the hotel. It was
untraceable and she could safely leave it there. Even if someone stole it,
well Bruce could well afford to buy a new one.
"I'd appreciate that," Barbara answered. "It's Kara, isn't it."
"Yes it is." Supergirl smiled; the use of her real name evidently
was very important to her. "And I guess I still call you Batgirl."
"Barbara." Batgirl said, almost without thinking. "My name is
Barbara."
"I know." Kara replied softly.
"You know?" Barbara asked. "Of course, how could you not know. I
mean, what with x-ray vision and all."
"Wait a second." Kara interrupted her new friend. "I'd never scan
beneath the mask of an ally."
"How then...?"
"There are some abilities that are involuntary." Kara
explained. "They work without conscious thought. Just like they do on a
normal person."
Barbara only partially understood, but accepted the fact that her
unmasking hadn't been intentional.
"It's partly your fault you know." the blonde went on. "That
perfume you wear has a very distinctive scent. Even after the shower you
obviously took when you changed identities, there's just enough of a trace
amount for me to pick up on."
"You figured it out from my perfume?" the redhead said astonished.
"There has to be a thousand women in DC alone who've bought it."
"That was just part of it." the Kryptonian went on. "Your voice
was the other half of the puzzle. Actually you should be proud of
yourself. The voice you use as Batgirl is pretty different from the
Congresswoman's. I know a dozen actresses who aren't that skilled. I
doubt anyone with less sensitive hearing than mine could ever pick up on
it."
"I guess I can't blame you at all then," Barbara said. "and if I
can't trust you with my secret, who can I trust."
Supergirl smiled broadly, then a pensive look appeared on her face.
The sudden shift in expression didn't go unnoticed.
"I've seen that look before." Barbara said in response. "That's
the look of someone who has something to say but doesn't know if or how to
say it."
"You're pretty observant." Kara replied.
"I had some pretty good teachers." came Barbara's reply.
"Okay, if this is the wrong thing to say, please accept my
apologies in advance." Kara offered.
"I'm a big girl, a little thing like words aren't going to bother
me."
"Well," Supergirl began, seeming to be searching for the right
words. "I was going to say that the only reason I was able to recognize
you from those little clues, was because I was so taken by you when we met
this morning. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind all day. At
first it was because you reminded me of someone I lost a long time ago.
Then I realized it was because I felt attracted to you in a way I haven't
been drawn to anyone in a long time. Back home, on Argo City, this
wouldn't be a problem. We didn't have a problem with same sex attractions.
Here on Earth, I know that a majority of people, at least in this country,
don't go in for that sort of thing."
Kara paused to see Barbara's reaction. She had said a lot more
than she'd intended, and hoped that if offended, Barbara would at least let
it pass without comment. The last thing she expected was for the pretty
redhead to burst out laughing.
`I'm sorry...." she said in-between laughs, unable to regain
her control for a few minutes. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at
myself."
Now it was Kara's turn to be confused.
"Not ten minutes ago," Barbara tried to explain as she finally
recovered her self-control. "I was having the most erotic fantasies about
you and chiding myself for having thought them. I've never done anything
like this before. I mean outside of my fantasies. But I couldn't help
thinking how much I'd like you to be my first."
"Well then." the woman from a distant star beamed. "It seems we
have a lot more in common that we first thought. Perhaps we should have
dinner and discuss it a little further."
"I'd like that." Barbara beamed back.
After they thought about it, having a quiet, private dinner was
easier said than done. After all, freshman legislator that she was,
Barbara was still a member of congress. Kara on the other hand, was
already world famous, with the pictures of her latest exploits adoring the
front page of Washington's afternoon papers. As well as the lead story on
all the evening news shows.
"I know a place." Kara smiled. "But we really aren't dressed for
it. Why don't you head home and change and I'll meet you there in an hour.
Something casual, it's really not a fancy place."
"Sounds fine to me." Barbara smiled back, her tone tinged with
anticipation.
Casual was an understatement as Barbara opened her door a little
over an hour later to find Kara standing there in street clothes. The
familiar and flamboyant blue and red costume had been replace by a simple
embroided pink tee and a pair of white slacks. Her long blonde hair hung
loosely around her shoulders, reaching down to just below her breasts. She
looked like hundreds of other pretty girls you'd find walking the streets
of Washington on a summer day.
"Oh my." Barbara gasped.
"Too much?" Kara asked.
"Not at all." Barbara grinned. "I don't think anyone's going to
recognize you like that."
Barbara had changed into a comfortable summer print, blue and
white. Her thick red locks had been pinned up and back. "Are you ready?"
Kara asked.
"Definitely." Barbara smiled. "Do I need to bundle up or
anything?" she asked.
"Not unless you plan on driving with the top down." Kara replied.
"Driving..?" Barbara queried.
"You do have a car, don't you?" Kara asked in return.
"Why yes, but I thought that..."
"That we'd fly to where we were going." Kara finished her question
for her.
Barbara nodded yes.
"I really try to live a normal life when the costume comes off."
Kara offered. "And believe it or not, I don't have a drivers license."
"You're kidding." Barbara grinned.
"No, I gave up my last secret identity some time ago." she
explained. "It's hard to go down to motor vehicles when you don't have so
much as a library card in your name."
"I guess I'm driving then." Barbara concluded.
It was only a short drive into the Virginia countryside where they
pulled up to a quaint nineteenth century bed and breakfast. Inside they
were quickly shown to a private table in the dining room by one of the
owners of the establishment. After the older woman took their orders, she
left them alone.
"I think she recognized you." Barbara whispered.
"You don't have to whisper, Barbara." Kara said in a normal tone.
"Mrs. Hackett very well knows who I am. In fact, I think that look of
recognition was for you."
A momentary look of worry flashed across the Congresswoman's face,
but Kara was quick to reassure her.
"About three years ago, Mrs. Hackett's grandson was ice skating on
the frozen lake out back with some friends." she said. "Luckily, I
happened to be flying over a few minutes after the ice broke and he'd
fallen through it. I was able to get him to the hospital in Richmond quick
enough for the doctors to save him. She hasn't forgotten that. So you
don't have to worry about anything. Whatever happens within these walls
stays here."
"In that case." Barbara said with relief as she reached out and
took Kara's hand in her own. "I think I should tell you that I could
really fall in love with you quite easily."
"You don't know how good it feels to hear that." Kara replied with
a twinkle in her deep blue eyes.
Over what turned out to be quite a magnificent dinner, the two
woman learned a great deal more about each other. Kara told of her
attempts to become more like the people of her adopted world. Attempts
which had ended in failure after failure until she finally learned she was
kidding herself. The only way she could really become one of them was to
give up the abilities that made her different. That wasn't something she
was prepared to do. She'd become quite accustomed to being super-powered
over the last few years and wasn't about to give that up.
"You could do that, give up your powers?" Barbara asked.
"Yes, there is a certain isotope of kryptonite that can alter my
molecular structure so that my body would no longer convert solar energy
the way it does. That's the way my powers work by the way. That and the
lighter gravity of this world." Kara explained. "Superman called it gold K
after the color. He keeps one of the rare samples of it hidden in his
arctic fortress for an emergency. If he ever came up against a stronger,
evil survivor of Krypton, it might be the only weapon he could use. The
effects are permanent."
"I thought that you and her are the only survivors of Krypton?"
Barbara asked.
"Not really, there have been others. Some good, some not so." Kara
went on.
"That's a scary thought." Barbara mused. "All that power in the
hands of someone with no compulsion against using it."
"Well, that's a worry for another day." Kara smiled. "I want to
hear more about you."
Barbara happily complied. She told how she grew up hiding her
beauty in favor of her intelligence, believing that you could only be one
or the other. It wasn't until she became Batgirl that she realized she
could be both. The Congresswoman vented her frustration about how what she
thought of as a golden opportunity to make a difference as a legislator had
instead become a trap with no real authority. Her office was being run by
her chief of staff who answered to the party bosses. She'd become a
figurehead.
"Maybe you just have to decide what's more important to you." Kara
suggested. "Do you make a more important contribution as Batgirl or
Congresswoman Gordon. Or are the two really as incompatible as you seem to
think."
"I've had some of the same thoughts over the last few hours."
Barbara said.
"As far as your authority goes." Kara continued. "It's still
there, all you have to do is reach out and take it. No matter how you got
there, you are the Congresswoman. Your chief of staff only has control
because you let him. As long as you are willing to pay the price, that is
perhaps not getting elected in November, you can pretty much do what you
want. And if you should lose, well would you be any worst off than right
now. At least you'd have made a difference in the interim."
Barbara thought about it for a few moments. Everything Kara had
said had also occurred to her at one time or another over the last few
months, but she hadn't been really listening to her inner voices. Perhaps
all she really needed was to hear that advice reflected by someone she
trusted -- a commodity all too lacking inside the beltway.
"Excuse me, is there a phone I could use." Barbara said to
Mrs. Hackett who had come by to see if there was anything else she could
get her special guests.
In response, the smiling gray haired woman produced a small
cellular phone from her apron. The tiny technological marvel seemed a
little out of place in the antique settings.
"Be my guest." she said as she handed Barbara the phone.
"Thank you." the redhead said as she punched in the number for her
office.
The conversation was brief and from the onset, Barbara was in total
control. A feeling she had missed a great deal lately. Tim Murray had
begun to chide her for not leaving a number where she could be reached but
she quickly cut him off.
"I'll be away for the weekend, that's all you need to know." the
Congresswoman said. "And when I get back Monday morning, I want to find
your office cleaned out and a letter of resignation sitting on my desk."
"You can't do that." he protested.
"I can and I did." she replied firmly. "There's no need for
discussion. Goodbye."
Breaking the connection, she had a broad grin on her face as she
handed the phone back to Mrs. Hackett.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hackett." she said.
"You're welcome," the sixty year old smiled in return. "And you
can call me Amanda."
"Then thank you, Amanda." she repeated as their hostess walked
away.
"That felt good." Barbara said to Kara as she turned her attention
back to her.
"I know something that's going to feel even better." the Kryptonian
said cheerfully. "Our room is ready."
The room that had been reserved for them was decorated in the same
motif as the rest of the small inn. It was like stepping back a hundred
years to a bygone age. No television, no telephone, no instantaneous
communication with the rest of the world. Even the electric lights, the
only concession to modern living, had been designed to resemble old gas
lamps.
The center of the room was dominated by a large oversized bed,
complete with four tall oversized bedposts. Large open windows filled with
the light of the full moon which had just begun to rise into the early
night sky.
"It's beautiful." Barbara gasped in astonishment. "It's the most
beautiful room I've ever seen."
"I hoped you'd like it." Kara said as she lifted her hand to her
companion's cheek and began to gently caress it. "A beautiful lady like
yourself deserves to be surrounded by beautiful things."
With that Kara replaced the caress of her fingers with that of her
lips.
At first, the kiss was like that she would give a sister or a dear
friend. A light peck denoting tenderness and affection. Then she pressed
harder - this time with passion. Barbara felt the press of Kara's tongue
against her lips and opened to receive it.
Kara reached up with her hand and cupped Barbara's breast through
her dress. It felt so nice to the older woman, bringing another surge of
emotion through her.
Neither knew how long they stood, taking soft touches and intimate
kisses. Each time Barbara felt Kara's tongue slip past her lips, her heart
skipped a beat. Her lips were so soft and sweet, her perfume so highly
intoxicating.
Barbara was no stranger to love, having lost her chastity the
summer of her eighteenth year. In the years since, she'd had her measure
of lovers. Yet standing here in the semi-darkness, surrounded by the
splendor of an earlier age and coupled with the intimate presence of the
most desirable woman she had ever known -- she felt like a giddy virgin
once more.
"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" Kara asked as
she kissed Barbara one more time.
With that, Kara pulled the zipper of her dress all the way down,
exposing the lacy strap of her bra. With no objection from Barbara, she
pulled the flowery print open just enough to expose her soft creamy
shoulders.
Kara began to kiss her way down Barbara's neck. Her eyes sparkled
in appreciation as the younger woman got her first good look at Barbara's
lace enclosed mounds.
"Is there somewhere I could change?" Barbara suddenly asked as she
took a step back and away from the Girl of Steel's embrace. "I brought
something special to wear and I wanted it to be a surprise." she added in
way of explanation for her abrupt desire for privacy.
"Of course." Kara replied with a look of understanding. "The bath
is right through there." she continued as she pointed to a carved door to
the left. "Take your time. I'll change out here."
Pausing to kiss her new love one more time, Barbara grabbed the
small carry bag she had brought with her off the floor and disappeared into
the bedroom. The younger woman was tempted to use her amazing vision to
sneak an advanced look at her surprise but then decided against it. Some
things were worth waiting for.
The interior of the bath was as carefully and artistically
decorated as the outer room. A large mirror dominated an antique dressing
table. It was funny, Barbara thought as she slowly undressed, that Kara
would be so enthralled by the settings of a more primitive age. She had
always pictured Supergirl as always being in a futuristic setting,
literally the girl of tomorrow.
"Well in that case, she should love this outfit." Barbara thought
as she checked her reflection in the large mirror.
Gone was the simple outfit she had worn to dinner, replaced by an
embossed shimmer and tulip laced long jade gown. Deep side slits gave
ample view of her long, slender legs. Cut low in the front as well, the
lace top barely concealed her rounded breasts, the nipples of which could
easily been seen right through them.
"I've always like this color." Barbara thought as she undid her
hair and spread it across her exposed shoulders. "So much like my eyes."
Satisfied with her appearance, Barbara took a deep breath stepped
back into the bedroom. She wasn't prepared for what she found.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as she stepped into a world of joyous
luminosity.
The old fashion bedroom was filled with the light of what had to be
close to a thousand candles. Mixed between them was an equal number of
mixed flowers , turning the chamber into a garden. Even the night air was
rich with the scent of blossoms.
In the center of it all stood Kara, her upraised arm against the
bedpost. Like her new found love, her dinner attire had been replaced by
something more suitable. A bright red baby doll lace nightie barely
covered her well developed form. The outline of her sexuality was clearly
visible through the see through material. The outfit was completed by the
addition of a matching kimono robe. Her long blonde hair hung straight
down her back.
"Impressed?" Kara grinned as she reached out her hand in
invitation.
"That's an understatement." Barbara replied as she quickly crossed
the room and placed her hand in Kara's.
Only for a moment did Barbara asked herself how Kara could have
done all this. After all, she couldn't have been inside more than ten or
fifteen minutes. Then, as quickly as the question manifested itself, the
answer followed. Because she's Supergirl, silly. If she had wanted to,
she could've flown to Gotham and back in that time.
"I hope some disaster doesn't suddenly require your attention
somewhere on the other side of the world." Barbara said softly as she
pressed against Kara and felt her powerful arms close around her.
"Don't worry about that, my dear sweet love." Kara whispered as
she kissed Barbara lightly on her cheek. "I didn't even pack my working
clothes. Let the Justice League or the Titans handle the world for a
night."
"You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that." Barbara
replied with her own pleasant kisses, remembering the many nights her plans
had been interrupted by the call of duty.
"Enough talk." Kara said as she pressed her lips against
Barbara's.
The warmth of Kara's pink lips spread throughout Barbara's own well
developed body, finally coming to a rest in and igniting a fire in her
heart.
"Mmm, that feels nice." Barbara purred as lace covered mound
rubbed against lace covered mound, causing the nipples beneath to become
hard and erect.
Kara leaned over and kissed her way now the fold of Barbara's neck
to the softness of her shoulders. Deftly she undid the small clasps that
held the nightgown in place and undid them. Holding the material so that
it didn't immediately drop, the blonde carefully let it slide down the
redhead's body, kissing the creamy white skin beneath it as it was exposed
to the warm night air. Slowly she bent her knees and dropped to the
ground, exposing her new love as she went. In no time at all, Barbara was
as nude as could be.
"You are so beautiful." Kara said as she rose back to her full
height.
`Thank you." Barbara beamed back.
Before she could say anything more, she found herself literally
swept off of her feet as Kara effortlessly lifted her into the air and
began to carry her precious cargo to the waiting bed.
Gently laying Barbara across the soft satin sheets, Kara took a
step back and undid her own robe and let it fall to the ground. The red
nightie quickly followed and she was as bare as the Congresswoman.
"If there's a word beyond beautiful, then you are certainly it."
Barbara responded to the vision in front of her.
Kara's reply was only a broader smile as she joined Barbara on the
bed. Gingerly she ran her fingers up and down the body next to her,
producing a series of soft sighs.
"That feels nice." Barbara murmured
"It gets better." Kara replied as she stroked the sides of
Barbara's breasts.
The soft sighs began to grow in intensity until they became moans.
The Maid of Might's fingers glided down the sides of the older woman until
they came to her buttocks. There, she took a firm grip and pulled them up
and apart, exposing the wet mound beneath it.
Kara bent down and kissed Barbara's left buttock, then her right.
Each succeeding kiss brought her closer to the moist center. Finally, her
kisses hit home and a slight shiver shook Barbara's body. Pulling harder,
Kara gave herself greater access and kissed her again, this time pushing
her searching tongue up into the exposed cavity.
"Mmmmm" she said as the tangy taste of her new love filled her
mouth.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she began to work her tongue
in and out of the opening. Faster and faster it moved, sending tiny sparks
of delight up into Barbara receptive form.
"Oh yes," she said as she enjoyed the sensation, excited even more
that this was the first time she had received such pleasure such as the
hand of another woman. "More, more."
Kara was more than willing to reply to the request. Even as her
quick moving tongue wove a wet path up and down Barbara's slit, Kara's
hands began to again roam across her body. Again sliding up and under, she
cupped Barbara's firm breasts and played with her nipples, bringing even
louder moans.
"Turn over." She said, guiding Barbara with a gentle touch.
Barbara was quick to respond, quickly flipping over onto her back
and giving Kara full and unrestricted access.
Kara lowered herself to a position directly over Barbara. Then she
shifted position just a little, raising herself so that her breasts were
hanging directly over Barbara's mouth. There was no mistaking her
intention and Barbara was eager to reply. She reached up with her tongue
and caressed the nipple of Kara's left breast. As she eagerly took it into
her mouth, she was surprised to find that it was so soft. She half expected
to find Kara's skin to be hard, after all -- bullets bounced off it.
"Mmmm." Kara moaned as she felt the warm embrace of Barbara's
mouth. "You do that well, are you sure you haven't done this before?"
Barbara was greatly pleased with the blonde's reaction as she again
ran her probing tongue around the wide aureole before once more engulfing
it whole. A thousand times she had imagined what it would be like tasting
another woman's breasts. None of those fantasies could compare with the
real thing.
After a few more minutes, Kara shifted breasts and gave Barbara a
chance to work her neophyte urges on her other mound. As she worked her
way across this new morsel, Barbara was again overwhelmed by the
combination of Kara's natural scent and the perfume she wore. It was
strongest in the deep valley between her breasts, a place Barbara would've
never thought of wearing it.
It was only then that Barbara noticed that although Kara was on top
of her, she wasn't actually on her. Using her amazing ability to defy
gravity, she was floating in the air, an inch between them.
Kara shifted position again, drifting downward so that she could
kiss Barbara anew. As their lips met, she pressed her breasts hard against
the woman beneath her, rubbing their nipples against each other.
"I want you." Barbara whispered in Kara's ear. "I want to taste
you."
"And you shall." Kara replied in the same quiet tone.
After a final kiss, she floated upward and straddled the redhead
spreading her tunnel of delight above her. Barbara sat up and stuck her
eager face between the outstretched legs. She wasted no time in reaching up
with her tongue, probing the inner reaches of Kara's womanhood. A sudden
rush filled Barbara as the first taste of female juices hit her tongue.
Out of curiosity, she had tasted herself several times, but this was
different. This was another woman. Possibly the most powerful woman in the
world.
Determined to excel in her new activity as she had done in most
everything else in her life, Barbara slid her tongue around and around as
she liked a lover to do to her. Her left hand played with Kara's clit as
she tried to reach out with her tongue, hitting all the places that she
knew were the most sensitive in her own body.
Kara helped with her efforts with both a gentle hand on the back of
her head, guiding her, as well as a steady stream of soft moans. The
closer Barbara got the right spots, the louder the moans became.
Time passed quickly and what had begun as soft gentle surges in
Kara's body had progressed until they became rapid torrid. She was now
thrashing her saturated pussy against Barbara's open and ever enthusiastic
mouth, almost unable to believe that this novice was going to bring her to
climax. Another powerful bodyquake gripped her body, causing her to
stiffen momentarily. From past experiences, she knew the next time would
be the one to send her over the abyss.
"Great Krypton!" Kara screamed as a tidal wave of passion ripped
across her shaking body.
Copying a move an old lover had once used on her, Barbara grabbed
Kara's ass and pressed her face as hard against her cunt as she could. An
action that drove her tongue in as deep as was possible. For this, she was
rewarded with what seemed to be endless eruptions of nectar. Waves which
quickly overflowed from her mouth and spread out across her face. She half
expected it to be different, but it was as familiar as her own. She felt a
such delight knowing she had caused it.
"That was fantastic!" Barbara exclaimed as Kara pivoted in midair
and kissed her.
"It certainly was." Kara agreed. "And now it's my turn."
Spreading Barbara's legs, Kara placed her head between them and
with a burst of energy began to play a tune across her precious pearl with
amazing rapidity. The effect on Barbara was instantaneous.
"Oh God, Oh God!'' she panted as the racing of her heart seemed to
match the speed of Kara's tongue.
She could have never imaged any lover, man or woman, producing such
a reaction. It was like having an evening of lovemaking compressed into a
single instant. Her orgasm was both instantaneous and overwhelming.
"Oooooooo" she screamed so loud that she was sure that every guest
in the small inn heard her.
Barbara would never be sure how long her brief passage through
nirvana lasted, it was like an out of body experience. All she knew was
that some time later she again became conscious of her surroundings and
shifted her sweat covered body so she could face her blonde lover once
more.
"I think I should be dead." she said.
"Why is that?" Kara asked curiously.
"Because after that, I think everything else in my life is going to
be anticlimactic." Barbara laughed.
Kara laughed and kissed her lover lightly.
"I guess I did get a little carried away." she said.
"A little..?" Barbara repeated.
"Tell you what," Kara said. "We have all night, why don't we try
it again ... this time at a slower speed?"
Barbara's answer was to lean over and nestle her head between the
folds of Kara's breasts. The warmest of smiles filled her face.
Come the morning, they would leave their sanctuary and return to
the world beyond -- and the legends they had become. But for this one
brief moment, they were simply two lonely woman with dreams and desires
like any other. In truth, under cape and cowl -- that's all they ever
were.
END
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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