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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 copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is
intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and her
friends. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will
be made from the distribution of this story.
Cape And Cowl
The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl and Batgirl
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 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 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 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
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 lifestyle.
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 the Kryptonian had seen
her, Barbara 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 lay 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 seen, 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."
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 attach‚. 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 had 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 its 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
Kryptonite.
"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 were 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 had
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 dressed
adventurer would've asked herself why couldn't
she meet a guy like that. Lately however, Barbara
had become more aware 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, she and Robin 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 women.
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.
"Can I drop you off 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 driver's 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 and 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.
Kara's outfit was another of the things
she really loved about her adopted world. As
technologically advanced as Kryton had been,
they'd never discovered the sinful luxury of
lingerie.
"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 ask 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 down
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 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 at the hand of
another woman. "More, more."
Kara was more than willing to comply
with 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 a 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 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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