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Subject: Supergirl by Ann Douglas (Celestial rating 9,10,10)
Supergirl and the other characters appearing in DC
Comics are copyrighted by DC Comics Inc and no
infringement is intended. I've just borrowed them
for a little while.
- Supergirl -
by Ann Douglas
E-mail: annd@pop.tiac.net
Beads of cold sweat ran down Susan
Wienczorkowski's neck as she carefully navigated
the long dark and empty warehouse corridor. Clad
in lightweight body armor, the newest addition to
the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit looked like one
of the troopers from Star Wars. Close behind her
followed a similarly clad associate.
"Wienczorkowski ...west corridor clear."
she said into her helmet's comlink.
With a nod she motioned for her partner,
Sergeant Mike Robinson to cover her as she dashed
across the open space. The tall black man swung his
high powered rifle left to right as Wienczorkowski
surged forward until she flattened against the far
wall.
An anonymous tip had revealed one of the
last Intergang hideaways. The statement that they
were about to bolt from their hideaway had sent the
strike force racing to Suicide Slums to intercept
them before they did. If they could take down this
last group, it would complete the war against
Intergang that started a year before when Clark Kent
of the Daily Planet had written an series of inside
articles that had blown the lid off the organization.
Those and Superman's destruction of most of their
heavy equipment in earlier raids had whittled the
once feared organization down to this last remnant.
"I wish Superman were here with us."
Sergeant Robinson whispered to his partner as he
moved up alongside her. "Intergang has too much
of a track record of coming up with unexpected
surprises."
The lower ranked officer nodded her
agreement. Before leaving headquarters, a call had
gone out for Superman on the radio band they
always used, but no response had come. A hero
with responsibilities the world over, and sometimes
even beyond that, the Metropolis Police Force
couldn't always depend on his being there.
"Looks like it's up to us." she added as she
took a step forward.
Although a newcomer to the SCU, Susan
Wienczorkowski had almost ten years of training to
fall back on. Eight in the United States Army and
the last two on the Metropolis Police Force.
Normally, an officer had to be on the force at least
five years before even applying for the crack unit,
but in Susan's case they were more than happy to
make an exception. She was that good.
Prior to leaving the Army, Susan was well
on her way to becoming the first female member of
Delta Force - the Army's elite counter-terrorist unit.
It had all come down to one final test when she'd
removed her application and resigned instead. A
rumor of lesbianism had surfaced and rather than
deny it or hide behind the military's rather ridiculous
"don't ask, don't tell" policy, Susan had simply said it
was true and let the chips fall where they may.
It was Inspector Maggie Sawyer herself, the
commander of the SCU that had recruited her for
the squad. The fact that Maggie, an open lesbian,
was stretching the rules for another lesbian led a lot
of ignorant people to wonder if the SCU was all
she'd recruited her for. Of course no one who
actually knew either woman would ever think such a
thing.
With a skill honed though long hours of
practice, Susan duplicated Jerry Robinson's actions
of a few moments before as they cleared the last
corridor. Just ahead of them was an open courtyard.
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from
their comlinks, followed by a series of loud, hurried
commands. The echoes in the courtyard made it
hard to tell from which direction the automatic
weapons fire was coming from.
Susan looked at Mike Robinson for
instructions and he just shook his hand. Whoever
was involved in the firefight would call for help if
they needed it. Meanwhile, their orders were to cut
off any exit from the building.
In a flash of motion, two dark suited figured
bolted from another doorway and out into the
courtyard. Full spead they heading for the kid's
playground beyond. Instantly, Robinson and
Wienczorkowski took off after them.
"Police Officers!" Robinson yelled at the top
of his lungs. "Drop your weapons!"
As one, the two men turned and aimed two
rifles the like of which neither officer had ever seen.
With Intergang, there was no second warning. Both
of the SCU members opened fire, dropping them
where they stood. It was all over in seconds.
In their comlinks they could already hear the
graveled voice of "Terrible Dan" Turpin yelling out
the all clear. The battle was already over.
Securing the weapons of the two gang
members, Robinson turned to say something but was
cut off by a loud crack that ripped though the air.
His body arched backward, bullet holes stitched
across his chest. Training took over as Susan
ignored her partner, praying at the same time that
this body armor was all it was supposed to me, and
whirled in the direction of the shots.
"Raise that weapons and you're dead!" the
woman standing twenty feet across the yard said as
she aimed the small machine pistol right at Officer
Wienczorkowski's head. "Actually, you're dead
anyway." she laughingly added as she applied
pressure to the trigger.
In that split second, a half dozen options
raced through Susan's minds. They all ended the
same way, with her bloodied corpse laying next to
her partner.
With resignation she closed her eyes and
hoped the end would be instantaneous. The short
deafening sound as the machine pistol's magazine
emptied filled the air as the Intergang member sent a
stream of copper jacketed death through the air.
A second passed, then two and Susan
opened her eyes, amazed to still be alive. The sight
in front of her caused them to open even wider.
The figure that now stood between her and
the Intergang Assassin stood 5'7" and weighed about
120 lbs. She had long straight blonde hair that ran
down behind a bright red cape. A tight form fitting
blue shirt topped a red skirt and matching red boots.
Situated across her rounded breasts was an irregular
red and yellow pentagon with a stylized "S" in it.
"Supergirl." Susan mouthed wordlessly in
relief as she saw the small mashed slugs lying at the
Krytonian's feet.
"I suggest you drop the weapon and
surrender." the costumed woman said in a quiet
voice that concealed the awesome power behind it.
"Fuck you, bitch!" the Interganger yelled as
she slammed a second clip into her pistol and
brought it up and pulled the trigger.
Faster that the eye could follow, Supergirl
surged forward and disarmed the killer. She grabbed
the weapon and effortlessly crushed it in her bare
hand. Dropping the now twisted and useless metal
to the ground, she grabber the Interganger by her
blouse and lifted her off the ground.
"That....was a mistake." the blonde haired
girl said in a slow, powerful tone.
Whatever might have followed was
interrupted by the appearance of the rest of the
SCU, led by Maggie Sawyer herself. They fanned
out and covered the yard. Turpin instantly moved to
Susan who was now kneeling by Robinson's side and
trying to undo his body armor.
"It's my fault, Inspector." she said, "I
should've seen her come up behind us."
"No one expects you to see everything."
Dan Turpin said in a reassuring tone. "It's just as
much our fault for letting her get past us."
A low moan from the unconscious Sergeant
brought a smile to Susan's face as she realized that
he was alive.
"His chest armor took most of the impacts."
Supergirl said as appeared behind the two kneeling
officers. The only two bullets that hit him seem to
have done only superficial damage." she added as
she did a quick x-ray scan.
"Thank God." Susan said as paramedics
appeared from the direction of the playground and
immediately went to work on the fallen officer.
Susan stood and watched the paramedics
until they gave her a thumbs up indicating that
Supergirl's prognosis was right on the money. Then
they loaded him onto a stretcher for the quick trip to
Metropolis General. As the ambulance disappeared
in the distance, she wished she could've gone with
him but duty required her to be here. It would be
different if he were still in danger. First she had to
take a second look at what had happened and how
she could've prevented it.
As her body finally came down from her
combat high, Susan had the time to take a second,
better look at the Girl of Steel who was engaged in
conversation with Inspectors Sawyer and Turpin.
Age wise, she looked to be about 20 years
old. She had blue eyes and was pretty in that all
American girl way. Only she wasn't the girl next
store, unless the girl next store came from another
solar system. Her body had the physique of a
moderately athletic young woman, not what you
really expected from someone who could bench
press a diesel locomotive.
Supergirl finished her discussion with the
senior officers and was about to leave when Susan
asked if she could talk to her for a moment.
"Oh course." she cheerfully replied.
"I just wanted to thank you for saving my
life." Susan said as she realized that she was still
wearing her helmet and visor and reached up to take
it off.
"You don't have to thank me." Supergirl said
as she looked into Susan's dark green eyes. "You
and the other officers are the real heroes here. Body
armor not withstanding, you're the ones risking your
lives."
"Be that as it may, I still want to say it."
Susan said as she ran her hand through her short red
hair, restoring a little of the body that the helmet had
flattened out. "And I was wondering if I could
maybe buy you lunch or something in appreciation, I
mean you do eat , don't you?"
"Yes, I do." Supergirl answered with a
smile. "But I'm afraid my schedule doesn't allow me
too many luxuries like that. I do appreciate the offer
though. Now of you'll excuse me."
"Shit, that was stupid!" Susan said to herself
as she watched the blue and red clad woman take to
the sky. "Asking to take her out to lunch. I bet she
thought I was making a pass at her."
The offer had been both genuine and made
on such a spur of the moment, Susan hadn't taken
the time to considered the implications. Her
self-incrimination might've been much less severe if
she could've seen the Girl of Steel pause in flight
some thousand feet up and use her telescopic vision
to take a second longer look at the red-haired
officer.
The afternoon passed quickly for Supergirl
as over the next few hours she twice assisted the
Metropolis Fire Department, located a lost child in
Centennial Park and apprehended four members of
the Police Departments most wanted list. All in all, it
hadn't been a bad day.
"I guess I'll have something to show cousin
Kal when he gets back from his Justice League
mission." Supergirl thought as she flew low over
the city, her long hair blowing in the wind. "Another
day of this, then it's back to the west coast."
Coming in low over the East River Bridge,
Supergirl came to a landing on the north tower. Far
below her, the evening rush hour was just beginning
as the bridge filled with an endless stream of cars
heading out of the city. Sitting on the edge, her long
slender legs dangling in the air, Supergirl envied the
normal people as they began the journey home. At
least they had someone to go home to. Where did
she have to go? At best, she had the keys to her
cousin's apartment if she wanted a place to sleep.
Glancing upward, she could see the first stars
appearing in the early evening sky. It would be a
few hours before it was dark enought for the rest of
the city to see them. The stars were beautiful, but
they weren't the stars of home. Those stars existed
only in memory. If she closed her eyes and
concentrated, she could still see them filling the
night sky of her youth.
**************************************************************
"I love you, Kara." Jan-La whispered to the
young blonde girl as he kissed her once more.
"I love you too, Jan." Kara said as she
returned the kiss."
"Then why wait?" the young 16 year old
asked. "Who knows what tomorrow will bring?"
Their conversation was a familiar one. One
which young men and woman had been having since
the dawn of civilization. They'd reached the point in
their lives where the lust and impatience of youth
battled with the responsibilities of impending
adulthood.
"My day of ascension is only two months
away. After that we'll be adults." Kara stated.
"Can't you wait until then?"
"Two months can be a lifetime." Jan said.
"We should live every day as if it's our last." he
insisted.
When her mother was her age, Kara thought,
Jan's words would just be the same argument that
men had always used. But for her generation, they
held a far different meaning. They were the Children
of the Apocalypse - the generation born after the
end of the world. Every day could be their last.
It'd been over ten years since that
cataclysmic night that the planet Krypton had died in
thermonuclear fury. The core of the planet had
always been unstable and a population that prided
itself on it's intelligence had turned it's back on the
words of warning. One of the most prominent had
been that of Jor-El. He had been Kara's uncle.
One of the rising young stars of the Science
Council, he had tried to rally people to a space ark
project to save at least some of the populous. But
space flight had never been a popular endeavor on
Krypton. The official space program had been all but
abandoned after a missile test had gone so totally
wrong and destroyed the small moon Wegthor.
Wegthor had been the site of an ambitious
attempt to colonize one of Krypton's natural
satellites, and 1500 astronauts had died with it.
Because of this, too few believed Jor-El and billions
had met the same fate as those 1500.
Argo City, Kara's home, had been the
prototype for the Wegthor Colony. A planet bound
space station, it had continued as the most advanced
research and development center on the planet.
Even the air that filled their lungs was filtered and
reprocessed under a clear plasti-steel dome that
covered the small community. One of the members
of the Board of Directors of Argo City was Jor-El's
younger brother, Zor-El. Convinced that his brother
was right, Zor had kept up to date on his brother's
star drive research and hoped to incorporate those
designs into Argo City itself.
Time had run out however and on a warm
summer's night - Krypton and the dreams of nine
billion souls had died. In a hundred billion to one
accident of fate, the land that Argo City had been
built on had been blasted whole into space. A third
of the population had been killed during that rapid
launch into the void, but more importantly, the city
had survived relatively intact.
A space station with no means of propulsion,
Argo City became a lifeboat for the last of the
Kryptonian race. Actually, the last save one. The
automatic systems in Zor-El's lab had recorded the
launch of one of Jor-El's prototype starcraft an hour
before the planet's last gasp. Zor remembered his
older brother telling him that if it came down to the
end, he would send his infant son into space on the
last test ship. Better a chance at life than certain
death. Examining the flight path which his own
computers had recorded as part of their link with his
brother's, Zor wished his nephew godspeed.
Eventually, life settled down to the closest
they would ever come to normal. In the shielded
sky, the glow of the radioactive rubble that was once
their homeworld joined the gigantic red star to give
the night an eternal twilight glow. Life went
forward, and Zor-El continued his brother's
experiments on the star-drive. Work was agonizingly
slow for he lacked the data on Jor-El's final
breakthrough, but one had to have a dream to keep
yourself going. Then, a year and a half into their
odyssey, Zor-El's wife Allura presented him with
another reason for living - a daughter.
"Kara?" Jan asked as he looked into her blue
eyes.
Kara pulled back from the young man she
loved. She reached up to the zipper of her green
jumpsuit and pulled it all the way down, exposing
her firm young breasts - the envy of many of her
friends. Jan buried his face between her mounds and
covered them with kisses.
The rest of the jumpsuit followed and Jan ran
his hands up and down the length of her body.
Again and again he returned to the bright pink
nipples that capped each breast, tickling each with
his tongue. From her playful encounters with a few
of her girlfriends, Kara knew how enjoyable that
particular action could be.
"One of us is overdressed." Kara noted as
she shifted on the carpeted floor.
Jan stood up for a moment and divested
himself of his own red jumpsuit. Kara watched in
fascinated as his hard cock popped into view, the
first she'd ever seen outside of a medical textbook.
Hesitantly, the young woman reached out and ran
her fingers across it, bringing a loud sigh from his
lips.
"Rao, that feels nice." Jan gasped.
She cupped his balls with her other hand and
rubbed up and down. Jan leaned back and closed his
eyes, enjoying the sensation. She'd come this far,
she told herself, she wasn't going to turn back now.
The naked blonde bent over and took his
erection into her mouth as she had seen in one of the
underground texts her friends had circulated. The
effect on Jan was immediate and pronounced. A
sudden pressure swelled up from his balls and he
thought he was about to explode at her touch.
Thankfully he regained enough control as to not
embarrass himself.
"Mmmm." Kara murmured as her lips slid
up and down her lovers cock. She was surprised she
liked the feel of it in her mouth. Listening to her
friend Zara describe the sensation she thought she
would hate it.
Up and down she went, playing with his balls
at the same time. Jan had shifted his position
enough to run his fingers across the small blonde
bush between her legs. With a practiced skill that
made Kara wondered where he acquired it, Jan
found her stubby clit and began to stroke it in time
with the movement of her head.
As he continued to rub her sexual center, Jan
slid two fingers inside of her, continuing the rhythm
he'd established. Letting his hard cock slip from her
mouth, Kara let out a series of quiet moans that
were music to Jan's ears.
Now it was Kara's turn to lean back and
enjoy the attention. By this time Jan had three
fingers inside of her and had replaced the finger on
her nub with his tongue. Round and round he
swirled, causing tiny sparks to shoot through Kara.
Then he extended his radius and began to slide his
tongue up and down the length of her now wet
pussy.
"That is so nice." Kara said, meaning every
word of it. Neither her own hand or Zara's attempts
during sex play had been as enjoyable.
"Jan, I want you inside me." Kara said
passionately. "I want to love you."
Jan paused and looked up into her blue eyes.
Up until this point, everything they'd done could be
explained away as youthful liberties. Now that they
were there, he had the slightest bit of hesitation.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes, more than I've ever been sure of
anything."
Jan moved up and kissed her softly, easing
Kara down to the floor as he did. He parted her legs
with his free hand and pressed his cock against her
moist hole.
Kara helped guide him into her, not that he
needed it. She let out a small gasp as she felt his
cockhead push aside the outer walls of her pussy.
Jan echoed the soft moans as he felt those walls
wrap around his hard flesh. It was such a tight fit
that he was almost hesitant to push forward, afraid
that he would hurt her.
"I'm not afraid." Kara said as she kissed his
ear.
She lifted her ass off the floor as he pushed
and seemed to pull him even deeper. Kara felt a
sudden pressure against her maidenhood and in a
flash of pain surrendered her childhood forever.
The barrier gone, Jan began to slide in and
out of her, sending oscillating waves of pleasure
radiating outward from her sexual core. Waves that
became more frequent and intensive with each
additional thrust.
It wasn't long before the two were matched
in a perfect rhythm. Each thrust being met by that
of the other. Tiny droplets of sweat covered the
warm flesh of each of them as they lost themselves
more and more in their sexual joining. Eventually,
they weren't even aware of the rapid beating of their
hearts or the short shallow breaths that accompanied
it.
The room that surrounded them quickly
became a blur, no longer part of their existence. For
a brief moment in time, they had transcended their
place in reality. They were among the stars,
constellations in the heavens.
A sudden fear filled Kara's heart. Not the
fear that childhood was gone, but a sudden terrifying
premonition that she'd never know this moment
again. That somehow, her very reality was about to
forever change.
Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled
him deeper inside her, afraid to let him go. Every
stroke of his body was met with an even more
frenzied thrust of her own. She couldn't catch her
breath, couldn't even tell if her heart was still
beating. Yet still she drove on and on. If this was
to be the last moment of her life, she wanted it to be
the moment that she should've had so long ago.
Kara wasn't even aware that she had
screamed, only that her body was quaking with
abandon and her mind was filled with a longing she's
never known.
Past and present collided with an uncertain
future, ripping her body apart from deep within. It
was like she was floating, every nerve of her body
alive with euphoric joy. As if every day of her brief
life up to now were but a prelude to this one perfect
moment.
It took a few moments for the two lovers to
refocus their attentions to the world around them.
When they finally did, they became abruptly aware
of the sirens piercing the night air. Kara jumped up
and looked out the window to see people running in
the streets and lights coming on all over the city.
"Something's happened!" she exclaimed as
she grabbed her coveralls off the floor and quickly
put them on.
"Kara....I ....I love you." Jan said as he
dressed as well.
"I love you too, Jan." she responded as she
gave him a quick kiss. "I have to get home, let my
father know I'm OK."
"I understand." Jan said as he gave her a
second kiss. "Meet me tomorrow morning?" he
asked.
"Of course!" she said as she ran out the
door.
As Kara raced through the streets across the
five blocks to her parent's home, she saw a look of
fear and horror on every face she passed. The
peaceful acceptance of life among the void had been
suddenly torn asunder.
"Father!" Kara had called as she ran into
their quarters.
"Kara, thank Rao you're home." Zor-El said,
a look of pain on his face that Kara hadn't seen since
the night her mother had died.
"What's happened?" she asked.
"Our time has run out, my child." he said
with a tone of defeat. "Krypton's long shadow has
caught up to us."
It took her father a few minutes to explain
that Krypton's destruction had sent hundreds of
thousands of asteroid fragments across the solar
system. It was on one such fragment that Argo City
rested. What had happened was that the city's long
range sensors had discovered a shower of such
fragments on a collision course with the city.
Projected impact was in less than ten hours.
"What can we do?" Kara asked as the
enormity of it all sank in.
"There's nothing we can do." the city's
leading scientist said in resignation. "I can't change
the laws of matter and motion."
"The star drive." Kara said, trying to keep
hope alive in her heart.
"It's nowhere near ready." her father said.
"I've only run trials with the....."
A light of inspiration suddenly filled his eyes.
A chance to snatch life from death as his brother had
done years before.
"The prototype, the drive is already installed
on the test ship." he exclaimed. "It can carry one
passenger ... you Kara."
"No, I won't leave." Kara protested.
"There's no time to argue." Zor-El said in a
final tone. "It'll have to launch in the next three
hours, before the smaller fragments enter Argo's
orbital sphere. They're too small to damage the city
but any one of them could be disastrous to the
starcraft."
Kara's mind began to spin, too much was
happening too fast. To many changes to her life.
She needed time to sort it all out - time she didn't
have.
Before she knew it, her father had finished
programming the navigational computers on the
prototype with the flight plan he'd recorded so many
years before. With it, his daughter would follow
Jor-El's son to Earth.
"Ready." he announced. "We should launch
as soon as we can. I'd like to think better of our
fellows, but the end will do strange things to
people."
"Father, I...."
"I love you too." Zor-El said, an eerie calm
passing across his face. "And your mother loved you
so much. May her spirit guide you to your new
home."
Kara stepped into the ship, unable to think
that all she knew was fading with each passing
second. Images flashed across her eyes....friends
who would never see the morning dawn. Jil, Zara,,,
Jan......"
"Oh Jan, I don't want to leave you." she said
to herself as tears ran down her face. "Father, I
can't...."
The words were never finished as Zor-El
took a deep breath and hit the launch button. Kara's
tears were reflected in his own eyes.
"Noooo!" Kara screamed as she hurdled up
and into the endless night.
******************************************
"Damn, I promised I was going to stop
doing that." Supergirl said to herself as she opened
her eyes and looked into the setting golden orb. "I
can't keep living in the past."
She pushed herself off the stone edge and
dropped a hundred feet before she arched her flight
path and glided over the mile long string of
automobiles.
"Might as well give them something to tell
the wife and kids about when they get home
tonight." Supergirl said to herself as she waved to a
few of the motorists.
For a moment, the waves and cheers she got
back made her feel a little better. At least some
people appreciated the difference she tried to make.
"What I need is to wind down a little." she
said to herself "To take the cape off for a while."
With that in mind, she flew high into the sky
in search of distraction.
"Phone call for you Wienczorkowski."
Officer Murphy called from across the room. "Line
four."
Susan Wienczorkowski sighed as she
reached for the receiver. She was never going to get
out of here tonight. After spending two hours at the
shooting scene with an incident team, she'd gone to
the hospital to check on Robinson.
He was still under anesthesia from the
surgery when she was there, but the doctors assured
her that they'd gotten out both bullets clean and he
was expected to make a good recovery. She'd spent
a few minutes with his wife who also wouldn't
accept her statement that it was all her fault. Mrs.
Robinson had been a cop's wife far too long and had
already been told exactly what happened by Dan
Turpin.
Back at the station house waited the usual
mountain of paperwork, the last of which she'd only
just finished. Doubtless this was some clerk upstairs
calling who would take a certain perverse pleasure
in telling her she'd filled out a report wrong and
would have to resubmit it in triplicate before heading
home.
"Officer Wienczorkowski." she said in a tired
voice as she put the phone to her ear. "What can I
do for you?"
"This is Supergirl." said a soft voice over
the receiver. "I was wondering if that dinner offer
still stands."
"Yeah, right, and I'm Sharon Stone." the
redhead replied. "Who put you up to this?...Myers,
Zukowski.... I know, Martinez, this is her kind of
joke."
"This isn't a joke." the voice on the other
end of the phone said reassuringly.
"Look, its been a real long day and I'm
tired." Susan replied. "If this is really you then you
won't mind proving it."
"All right, wait a second....." said the voice.
Leaning back in her chair, Susan expected
the phone line to go dead at that point, the joke
gone sour. Instead she came back on the line.
"Would it help convince you if I pointed out
that today your wearing red panties with a white
trim." she said.
"That was pretty evident to everyone in the
woman's locker room when I changed this
afternoon." Susan replied. "I'm afraid you'll have to
do better than that."
"Go to the window on the left side of the
room and look across the street." the soft voice
said.
Surprised that there hadn't been another
attempt to describe some other object of her apparel,
Susan put the phone down and walked to the
window. She looked out across the street and
almost fell back in surprise. Standing on the roof of
the bank was a familiar red and blue figure holding a
cellular phone in her hand.
Susan's first thought was that Martinez had
really gone the distance on this practical joke. That
bubble burst when she realized that the woman in
blue wasn't standing on the roof of the bank, she was
standing two feet to the right of it - in open air.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she practically
raced back to her desk and grabbed the phone.
"It's really you!" she blurted out. "I'm sorry
I thought someone had overheard that stupid
invitation I'd made and was using it to play some
sort of joke on me and....."
"Oh, then you really didn't mean the
invitation." Supergirl said, her voice reflecting just a
slight hint of disappointment.
"No!....I mean yes, of course I did." Susan
stammered.
"Well then what time would be good for
you?" Supergirl asked.
Susan looked at her watch. Twenty minutes
to get home, half hour...no, forty-five minutes to
shower and change clothes. That'd put it about
seven-thirty.
"Seven-thirty?" she suggested.
"Why don't we make it eight, just to be
sure." Supergirl replied.
"Fine, its a date." Susan said without
thinking.
"Oh, and Susan....the name's Kara."
Supergirl concluded.
"Kara, that's a beautiful name." Susan said as
they broke the connection.
A few seconds after she'd replaced the phone
on it's cradle, she realized what she'd said and felt a
little silly. After all, it was just a friendly dinner,
why had she called it a date.
Yet at the same time, Supergirl hadn't
corrected or objected to her characterization either.
Or was she just reading too much into it all. Either
way, she'd better get moving.
By the time Susan had hung up the phone,
Supergirl was already on the other side of town.
Since she was going to take the night off, it wouldn't
hurt to make one more swing of the city.
All in all, it looked to be a quiet night.
Supergirl had long ago accepted the fact that she
couldn't be everywhere at one, and even she was
entitled to a night off now and then. There was only
so much that one woman could do.
Coming in low over the fashionable Park
Row section down by City Hall, the Girl of Steel's
enhanced hearing caught a muffled scream. It was a
type of sound she'd learn to fine tune her hearing to.
That and a few other sounds like gunshots, alarms
and the simple word "help."
A quick x-ray scan of the area located the
sound as coming from one of the upper levels of a
fashionable apartment building. Silently she flew
closer to the building, then a slight smile appeared at
the corners of her mouth.
In the living room of the expensively
decorated apartment was a tall shapely blonde who
she would've guessed was about 40 years old. The
woman was totally naked, gagged and tied up in
some sort of restraining device. Behind her was an
older gentleman semi-nude wearing the top half of a
store bought Superman costume. "Superman" was
in the process of pushing his cock into her exposed
ass.
"Looks like you need a little more lubricant
there, Superman." Supergirl thought with a laugh as
she further considered that earth people had some
really strange sexual habits.
Early in her career, Supergirl had spotted a
similar scene in the small town were she was going
to college. She immediately smashed though the
window, determined to rescue the woman whom she
was sure was being raped. It was only after the
"helpless victim" began screaming at her to leave her
boyfriend alone that Supergirl realized that she had
make an awful mistake. The few seconds she now
took to further scan this apartment to find numerous
photographs of the couple together prevented her
from repeating those errors of youth.
Normally, she would've gone on her way but
she found the scene rather interesting. She didn't
consider the fact that she was using her powers to
watch wrong, after all she was just using the gifts
that nature had given her. Her eyesight just
happened to be a great deal better than the average
person - a very great deal.
"I wonder what Kal-El would think of this."
she thought as "Superman" finally find his mark and
began pumping in and out. Listening carefully,
Supergirl could hear the woman now offering cries
of encouragement under her gag.
It was then Supergirl noticed the other red
and blue costume on the floor. It only took a
second to realize that it was an equally poor copy of
her own.
"She's supposed to be me." the Kryptonian
woman laughed out loud. "I don't know if I should
be flattered or insulted."
After watching for a few more minutes,
Supergirl took more to the now dark sky. If nothing
else, at least that "Supergirl" was getting laid.
Ignoring the city speed limits, after all what
cop actually paid attention to them, Susan made it
back to her small attic apartment in only fifteen
minutes. It wasn't much, only three rooms, but then
again she was almost never there. She took a
moment to scan through the pile of letters from her
mailbox, it was the first time she'd been home to
pick up the mail in a week.
Most of the assorted colored envelopes got
tossed right into the nearby waste basket. The
remaining bills were laid on the small phone table.
She'd get to them eventually.
Walking across the room, Susan began
stripping as she went. The clothes that hit the floor
were also something she'd get to later. It was only a
dozen paces to the small bathroom and by the time
Susan was in it she was down to a pair of panties.
Standing in front of the small medicine
cabinet mirror, the police officer took a few minutes
to take stock. At 30, Susan had a harder body than
when she graduated high school. Her breasts were a
compact 34b and she'd never had the need for a bra.
In the Army she'd always wore her hair in a
sort of buzz cut. Now it was about an inch and a
half longer, just enough to form into the natural
curls she'd had as a teenager. Her stomach was flat
as could be, the result of a daily workout. Her legs
were long and powerful, again the result of a daily
run.
Susan had never considered herself pretty,
she'd been too much of a tomboy while growing up
to worry about that. An Army brat, she'd rather play
soldier with the boys than get into dolls - unless of
course they were GI Joe's. She remembered the day
she'd given her Barbie doll a butch haircut with her
father's electric razor and outfitted it with one of her
brother's GI Joe's fatigues. This was long before the
days it became politically correct to think of female
soldiers. Her dad had found it so amusing.
The Army had been her entire life, that's why
it had hurt so much they they'd told her that the
Army didn't want her anymore. She could've fought
it of course - many women did. But given the
choice of going quietly or a court martial that
would've laid her personal life bare, she'd taken the
road that caused the least embarrassment to her
father. He never knew the real cause of her
resignation. She'd told him that she hadn't made
Delta Force and if she couldn't be with the best, she
wasn't going to settle for second place. It was
something he understood. It was only after Colonel
Wienczorkowski's death last year that she'd come
out. Her mother had know about her preferences
since she was 17.
Laying out a new pair of red lace panties, she
pulled off the soiled pair she had on. It'd been clean
when she changed clothes at the station house but
had gotten wet during her conversation with
Supergirl. The bush between her legs was slightly
darker than the red stands on her head. Susan then
reached into the shower and turned it on. With the
way the water ran in this building, it would take a
few minutes to warm up.
Running her hand across her crimson locks,
Susan wondered if she should let them grown.
Maybe she needed a break with the past. She could
always tie it back beneath her helmet. Maybe
something like Carmen used to wear.
The memory of Carmen brought a longing
between her legs as the tall redhead stepped into the
shower. It'd been a long time since she'd thought
about Carmen. Back then, it'd been Captain Carmen
Anna Gutteriez. She'd been the Commanding
Officer of Charlie Company of which the then
Lieutenant Wienczorkowski's platoon had been part
of. Unknown to anyone else, even to this day, she
had also been Susan's lover.
The warm touch of the strong downpour felt
good against Susan's skin as she stepped under the
showerhead. One of the few advantages to this old
building was the high water pressure. She took the
bar of soap from the small wall shelf and began to
soap up her body.
As Susan stroked her breasts, bringing her
pointy nipples to a accustomed hardness, the
memory of her old love wouldn't leave her thoughts.
Deep in her minds eye, she could still picture her
laying naked alongside her. The softness of her rich
brown flesh and the fullness of her large breasts.
The sweet taste of her dark nipples and full lips as
the redhead would partake of each of them.
Soapy hands glided down across her slim
stomach as she remembered Carmen's touch. Her
powerful fingers slid downward, finding their way to
the bright red bush below. Continuing down
between her legs and then around to the cheeks of
her ass, Susan left a soapy trail of bubbles in her
wake.
Susan let out a soft sigh as her fingers again
rubbed against her mound, reminding her that there
had been few lovers since Carmen. A few one niters
here and there, but no relationships to speak of. She
thought of the snide remarks she'd heard from a few
assholes about her and Maggie Sawyer. To tell the
truth, Susan sometimes wished the rumors were
true. But Maggie had been involved in a long term
relationship for years now.
Running her long outstretched fingers across
her small mounds once again, giving them a playful
squeeze, the lithe woman was reminded of how
horny she'd felt lately.
"God, I need to love someone." she said to
herself as she again glided her fingers down across
her stomach and the thick layer of red hair.
With a practiced skill she parted her vaginal
lips, quickly finding the small stubby clit hidden
within. Closing her eyes as she leaned back against
the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it.
"Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle
spread out from her cunt. "That feels so nice."
She slid a soapy finger up within herself,
followed by a second and a third. It was a poor
substitute for the touch of a lover, but it would have
to do.
It wasn't long before she was furiously
pumping her fingers in and out, sparking the tiny
flame between her legs into a conflagration.
The warm water had finally turned to hot,
filling the tiny room with steam. The heat of which
paled next to that which radiated across her quaking
body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an
orgasmic frenzy.
Water running down her face, her lips
formed a silent O. Susan felt her legs and arms go
weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and
down her naked form.
Long silent moments, broken only by the
splatter of the shower drops, passed as the redhead
rested against the now warm tile. The water
washing away the traces of her climax. She had
wanted to find a small measure of sexual relief
through masturbation for the last two days but
refused to do it at the police station - even if she
could've found the privacy.
It wasn't until she opened her eyes again that
Susan realized that somewhere along the way, the
image of her dark haired Latino love had morphed
into that of a much younger smaller chested blonde.
Quickly finishing the shower, Susan moved
into her bedroom and went through her closet.
There wasn't that much to pick from, she really
didn't have that much in the way of civilian clothes,
as she still tended to think of them. Usually she wore
her uniform to any official function she went to.
Then in the back of the closet, still in the dry
cleaning plastic from the only time she'd worn it was
the jade v-neck dress her sister had bought her as a
birthday present. It wasn't something she would've
bought for herself, not that she didn't like it. It was
just that she was always around people who weren't
too concerned with their appearance.
Remembering all the complements she'd
gotten when she'd worn it at her sister's anniversary
party, she'd lifted it up and examined it closer. One
in particular stuck in her mind, a comment from her
brother in law that had he been single and didn't
know better, he'd have been trying to talk her into
bed.
"Might as well go whole hog." Susan
quipped as she pulled out the box of accessories that
went with the outfit. The black high heels, the small
gold earrings and finally her grandmother's locket.
The appropriate makeup followed and by the
time she was done, Susan looked in the mirror and
was surprised by the image that looked back. It'd
been a long time since she realized just how much
she and her sister Janet looked alike. And she had
always thought Janet was beautiful.
About to get going, two thoughts suddenly
hit Susan. How was it going to look, her all dressed
up and having dinner with Supergirl? And where
was she going to take her for dinner? All of her
favorite restaurants where she usually took another
woman were frequented by lesbian friends. She
couldn't take someone like Supergirl there, it would
be all over town by morning. Maybe she should
change into that dress uniform after all so it would
look like official business.
"No, I like the way I look." Susan said as
she checked her reflection again. "I let Supergirl
decide where she wants to eat.
With that she was out the door before she
could change her mind.
The distant chimes of a clock tower could be
heard striking eight as Susan stood outside of her
building. She's gotten a few strange looks from
passerby's as she kept scanning the skies for the
arrival of her dinner guest. It would be quite
understandable if she was late, or if for some reason
she didn't show at all. She was talking about
Supergirl after all. She had responsibilities all over
the world. Susan was still staring at the rooftops
when a woman walked up to her and said hello.
"Good evening, Susan." the young blonde
said. "I hope you haven't been waiting here long."
Susan turned at the sound of her name. It
took a second for her to recognize the woman in the
bright red double-breasted jacket and matching skirt.
Her long blonde hair had been pinned up and back
and she wore just the slightest touch of lipstick.
"Super....." Susan started to say.
"Kara." the Girl of Steel corrected her.
"Kara,...." Susan remembered.
"I hope I didn't disappoint you." Kara said.
"You looked like you were waiting for me to come
swooping out of the sky."
"Not at all." Susan said smiling. "I actually
prefer it this way."
"That's great." Kara replied. "Too many
people usually look at me and only see the suit. As
if I was just a carbon copy of Superman. They
forget I'm a woman underneath those red and blues."
"I know the feeling." Susan agreed as she
now realized that she could take Kara to her favorite
restaurant and no one would notice. Then again, of
course they'd notice her, how could they not. But
without the costume they'd never make the
connection.
"Shall we get going?" Kara said.
"I'll get us a cab." Susan said.
"You'd better, this outfit wasn't made for
flying." Kara grinned.
The club was called "Amanda's", located
down by the edge of Metropolis Harbor. It was a
very upscale establishment, with a gigantic bay
window that opened onto the lower bay. The only
thing that set it apart from the dozen or so similar
clubs around town was that it's clientele was
exclusively female. Susan had once been there for
lunch with then Captain Sawyer when she first
applied for the SCU. She always wanted to come
back for dinner but had never been with anyone
special enough to justify the ridiculous expense.
Tonight she did. As a member of the SCU, she had
no problem getting past the bouncers at the door.
"I hope you don't mind a place like this." she
said to Kara as she hesitated by the door.
"Not at all." Kara replied as she gave the
place a quick x-ray scan to see what kind of place it
was. "Actually it might be interesting."
They were seated at a private booth near the
bay window after Susan flashed her badge and said
they had a private matter to discuss. The hostess
remembered Susan from her lunch with Maggie
Sawyer and was only too happy to comply.
As they'd walked across the large room, all
eyes had been on Kara - much to Susan's delight.
Kara on the other hand was more interested in some
of the celebrities she saw around the room. The
most famous of which was Congresswoman Diana
Scott, an openly lesbian legislator.
"I recommend the seafood, it's the best in the
city." Susan said as they were handed the menu's.
"You can order for both of us." Kara said as
she placed the menu down on the table unopened.
Which Susan did, smiling at the waitress as
the brunette checked Kara out.
"I guess you're the center of attention."
Susan whispered as the brunette walked away.
"At least they're looking at me and not the
you know what..." Kara replied.
Changing the subject, Susan asked a
question she'd been wondering about all afternoon.
Actually it was the least of the questions she'd been
wondering about but it was a safe place to start.
"Kara, I was wondering.." she began. "How
old are you? I mean if I had to guess I'd say about
20."
"In Terran terms or by Kryptonian
standards." Kara asked back.
"I think you better explain the difference."
"All right." the Girl of Steel explained.
"According to your calendar, I've just passed my
21st birthday. If I were still on Krypton, I'd be 5
years into my adulthood."
"So you're considered an adult at 16 on your
world." Susan said.
"Yes." Kara said. "but I'm sure there are a
lot better questions that you'd rather ask."
"Well I guess the big one would be...."
Susan said as she hesitated a moment. "Are we just
two people having dinner or is this a date?"
Kara laughed softly. "Which do you want it
to be?" before Susan could answer she added "Did
you think that I was that naive, not to know that you
were a lesbian?"
"Well, I don't exactly wear a sign around my
neck." came the reply.
"I knew that five minutes after I met you this
morning." Kara explained. "I overheard one of the
other officers mentioning it."
"Then you really wanted to date me?" Susan
said with a touch of astonishment. "I was so
worried that it was all going to turn out to be some
kind of misunderstanding."
"Well I've always had a thing for redheads."
Kara said.
"Really?" Susan said, feeling like a 16 year
old on her first date.
"On Krypton they were considered blessed
by Rao." Kara explained.
"Rao?"
"Originally the sun god, eventually he
became the primary god-figure in our culture." Kara
explained. "Krypton had a red sun as I'm sure
you've read somewhere."
"Yes I have." Susan said as she remembered
the long series of articles about Superman that had
been written by Lois Lane of the Planet when he'd
first appeared."
"Did they have lesbians on Krypton?" Susan
asked.
"We never really got hung up on labels."
Kara answered. "Once you were an adult you loved
who you wanted to. It was something that you
decided and no one else cared. And the next
question of course would be...am I a lesbian?"
Their eyes locked for a moment. Clear pools
of emerald and blue, born on worlds thousands of
light-years apart.
"A few years ago, when I first came to
Earth, I'd have to say I was bisexual, a great many
Kryptonians were - at least when they were young."
Kara answered.
"And now.?" Susan asked hopefully.
"Well it's been quite some time since I've
been with a man." Kara said.
"You say it like it's not really by choice."
Susan noted.
"It's not. It seems that few men are
interested in a woman who can turn cars into scrap
metal. At least not any men who would interest me.
I'm sure if not you, then some of your fellow female
officers have come across that before - a man who
can't deal with a woman who's stronger or better at
something than they are."
"Well, not me of course but I know what
you're talking about." Susan replied.
"Now imagine what it would be like if one of
those women could crush them like a twig. I'm sure
you've heard some of the jokes." Supergirl said.
Susan had indeed heard many of them, most
from her fellow officers. The ones that said you
could fuck Supergirl day and night for a month and
never get a rise out of her because her invulnerability
made her totally non-responsive. Or the even nastier
ones like the one that said if she climaxed while you
were inside of her the pressure on your cock would
be so great that you'd get it crushed to a pulp.
"Don't all you super-types have a secret
identity of some kind." Susan asked. "Couldn't you
have a relationship when you're that other person."
"Up until I finished college, I had a secret
identity." Kara explained. "I even wore a brunette
wig to look different. But that person wasn't me. I
had two affairs as "Linda" but both came apart when
I told them who I really was."
"There are other super-heroines," Susan
said, really trying to help. "Maybe you should talk to
one of them and see how they handle it. Maybe
someone like Wonder Woman."
"Wonder Woman." Kara laughed softly. "I
had a long talk with Diana, that her name by the
way, about the time I turned 18. Her suggestion
was that she and I should become closer. She'd
always had a thing for younger women, just look at
Wonder Girl."
"What did you tell her?" asked a curious
Susan.
"I told her I wasn't interested." Kara
replied. "It wasn't that she isn't one of the most
beautiful women I've ever met. Amazon Princess
and all, she's most definitely that. Tall, beautiful
with the most perfect body I've ever seen."
"I've seen photographs of her." Susan said.
"I know I'd be hard pressed to say no, even if it was
just for a night."
"Well I knew she'd had a hot affair with
Superman the year before. That was before Kal
really got involved with Loi......with his current
love." Kara explained. "She gave me the
impression that her interest in me just more a matter
of completing the set than really wanting me."
"But what about the other men in the Justice
League and such?" Susan asked, amazed that she
was suggesting possible male lovers for Kara. But
there was something about her that made her want
to help. Even if it crushed any fantasy she might
have had towards her. "I'm sure there're not put off
by powerful women."
"None of them really interested me." Kara
said. "In fact, there's only one man who interests
me, and that's not going to happen."
"By that, I take it you mean Superman."
Susan said. "And if I remember the news articles
right, the two of you are first cousins."
"First cousins are a problem for your
species." Kara said. "Kryptonians don't have the
same genetic obstacles. In fact, marriage between
first cousins happened a lot if the two of them were
the last of their lines - so that the family didn't die
out. And if it's one thing Kal and I are - it's the last
of our line."
"If you had a child with a Earthman,
wouldn't that count?" Susan asked.
"That's another thing that different about our
species." Kara went on. "Kryptonian sperm can
impregnate an Earthwoman but human sperm
couldn't fertilize one of my eggs. So it's either
Superman or no one."
"Would artificial insemination work?" asked
the police officer.
"I'm invulnerable...remember." Kara said.
"Surgery's not an option. No, it was either the old
fashion way or nothing."
Silently, Susan began to curse herself for
going on with what was obviously a hurtful subject
with Kara. In her own life at least she could still
have a child if she ever desired one. Trying to
change the subject, she asked a different question.
"You said that most young Kryptonians were
bisexual," she asked. "Does that include Superman
as well?"
"No, Kal is as straight as the proverbial
arrow." Kara insisted. "Of course he came to Earth
as an infant, I didn't land here until I was 15."
It was strange but until that moment, Susan
had never really given the difference in the cousin's
ages any thought. She listened intently as Kara told
her the tale of Argo City. Few people had heard the
full story, they'd only heard that Supergirl had come
from a Kryptonian outpost. Susan was silent for the
longest time as she listened to the tragedy, the
dinner she had so look forward to sat untouched.
"That's so tragic." Susan finally said as
Supergirl finished her story.
"Well it's history so there's not much I can do
about it." Kara said. "The thing to remember is
to....."
Kara paused in mid-sentence as she suddenly
turned from Susan and scanned the room. Invisible
beams from her deep blue eyes turned all the solid
structures in the building as transparent as glass.
"Something wrong?" Susan asked as she
reached down to the strap on holster she wore
around her upper leg and began to pull out her off
duty revolver.
"Oh no!" Kara said as she jumped out of her
seat and flew across the room to the last table
against the window.
Reaching Congresswoman Scott's table,
Supergirl ripped the top off the table to expose a
small package of explosives beneath it. The timer
on the device showed three seconds to zero.
"Madre De Dios!" the Congresswoman's
companion screamed as she saw the bomb.
"Everyone down." Supergirl called out as
she bent over to cradle the explosive device.
The roar of the detonation was deafening,
shattering the vast plate glass. Woman scattered
across the floor as a shower of tiny glass fragments
filled the air. Thankfully that was the only real
damage as Supergirl shielded the rest of the room
with her body. Her outfit of course was torn to
shreds, lacking the resiliency of her Supergirl outfit.
"Kara!" Susan screamed out as, weapon in
hand, she lifted herself off the floor and ran over to
what was left of the Congresswoman's table.
"I'm OK." Supergirl said as she stood up
and brushed herself off.
The entire front of her outfit had been
destroyed, exposing her breasts for all to see. The
Girl of Steel didn't seem to notice. She was more
concerned about everyone else.
"Everyone all right?" Diana Scott asked as
she lifted herself off the floor.
"Everyone seems to be." Supergirl said as
she watched the last of the patrons get off the floor.
"It seems as if I owe you my thanks and my
life, Supergirl." Diana said as she stepped over a pile
of broken glass. "If you hadn't been here undercover
I don't know what would have happened."
"Undercover?" Supergirl repeated.
Susan immediately picked up on Diana's
offering. She was offering Supergirl an explanation
as to why she was in a lesbian club. If Supergirl
wanted the world to know her sexuality it should be
on her terms, not because she exposed herself to
save lives.
"It's a good thing that I heard the ultrasonic
whine that thing gave off as it went into it's ten
second countdown." Supergirl said, changing the
subject.
By this time the local police had begun to
arrive and Supergirl had excused herself to change
into costume. She had the foresight to bring the
compressed uniform in her purse.
"Officer Wienczorkowski, can I give you a
lift home?" Supergirl asked.
"I guess so, there's nothing else for us here."
Susan said.
With that, the Girl of Steel picked up the
green garbed officer and lifted her into the sky.
The two women landed a few thousand feet
away along the shore line. The small park at the
water's edge was deserted this time of night so they
had a small measure of privacy.
"Well, I guess that could've gone better."
Kara said as she gazed into the dark harbor waters.
"Hey, it's all right." Susan said as she gently
placed her hand on Kara's shoulder. "You're
Supergirl, people depend on you. I'm the last person
to complain about something like that. You have no
idea how many nights have been ruined when my
SCU beeper went off.
"I notice you're not wearing that beeper
now." Kara said.
"Well I really didn't want any interruptions
tonight. I used some vacation time I had to take a
few days off."
"I can't remember the last time I took a
vacation." Kara said.
"Really?" Susan said astonished. "If I had
your powers I don' think I'd ever stop traveling. My
biggest problem would be where to start."
"If you could go anywhere, where would it
be?" asked Kara.
"The Moon." Susan said without hesitation.
"The Moon?" Kara repeated.
"I was remember watching the astronauts
walk on the Moon, even though I was only a little
girl at the time." Susan explained. "I've never
stopped thinking how incredible it must feel to walk
on another world."
"Kind of like the feeling I get every day."
Kara quipped.
"I'm sorry." Susan apologized. "I guess it's
hard to think of you as an alien from another world."
"I sometimes wonder if people would've
been so willing to accept me if I had green skin and
pointed ears."
"I think you'd look real sexy like that." the
policewoman said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Maybe." Kara replied.
"But to be more realistic, I think I'd like to
just get away from it all for a while." Susan went
on. "Somewhere quiet and far from emergency
beepers and responsibilities."
Kara looked out into the darkness as she
listened. Her gaze seemed to be focused on the
horizon as if she was trying to decide something.
The look of concentration softened into a smile and
she turned back to her companion.
"You said you had a few days off, right?"
she asked.
"That's right."
"Then lets go." Kara said.
"Where?" Susan asked.
"Somewhere far away from responsibilities."
Kara said as she removed her bright red cape and
held it out to Susan. "Here, better wrap this around
you, the night air can get a little cold when you gain
a little altitude."
No sooner had Susan wrapped the cape
around herself when Kara effortlessly lifted her into
her arms. She held her like a babe in arms and with
a soft leap took to the air.
Minutes turned to an hour, then two as the
Girl of Steel and her precious passenger soared
across the star-filled night sky. Eventually, they
outraced the night and appeared over the Pacific
where day still ruled.
"This is so spectacular." Susan yelled over
the rush of the wind as they swooped low enough
for her to spot a school of flying fish. "I'm so
envious of you, being able to do this all the time."
"It's something I hope I never take for
granted." Supergirl replied as she pointed out yet
another point of interest. "We're almost there." she
added a few minutes later.
"Were are we?" Susan shouted.
"About 1500 miles southwest of Hawaii."
Supergirl responded as she turned into a wide arc
and began to descend toward a small island. "We've
flown into yesterday, the international date line is
about a hundred miles behind us."
"I guess I'm a time traveler now." Susan
laughed as they touched down with a gentle bounce.
As Supergirl reattached her cape, Susan took
a few moments to survey the island she had only
gotten a quick glimpse of from the air.
They were standing by the edge of a large
lagoon, framed by a long stretch of flawless white
sand. Two hundred yards inward was a veritable
garden of Eden in which thousands of tropical plants
displayed every color in the rainbow. Nestled
among the garden was a small one story house made
of indigenous materials.
"This place is beautiful!" Susan gushed.
"What do you call it?"
"I call it home." Kara said.
"It's not what I imagined." Susan said. "I
guess I had this image of you living in some
ultra-futuristic castle somewhere."
"Well you should see the gigantic fortress
Superman has in the arctic." Kara said. "Carved
right out of a glacier. That might be more to your
liking."
"Oh no," Susan said. "I think this is perfect.
I don't know where I got that other image from. I
guess you hear so much about the Batcave and the
Justice League satellite that you expect every
superhero to live like that."
Well I have something here that I think you'll
find impressive." Kara said as she walked over to a
wide clearing along the beach and moved a large
boulder with a casual toss.
Beneath the rock, buried in the sand was a
hidden control panel. It was unlike anything Susan
had seen before. A thousand years ahead of
anything the military or even NASA had ever
produced. Kara grinned as she pressed her hand
against the panel and it glowed to life. Susan felt a
wave of energy pass through her body for a brief
moment as an invisible bubble spread out from the
control panel.
"Now what?" Susan asked as she looked
about and tried to define the edges of what she knew
was a force field.
"Jump." Kara simply said.
"What?" Susan repeated.
"Jump!" Kara repeated as well. "As if you
were trying to touch the sky."
Somewhat confused, Susan took a brief
running start and jumped as if she was aiming for an
invisible branch. To her astonishment, instead of the
few feet she expected to rise before dropping back
to the ground, the red tressed woman soared fifty
feet into the air.
"Omigod!" she cried out, her green eyes
wide in amazement. "I'm flying!!!"
Susan gently leveled off and hovered
weightlessly in the warm evening air. Like a
ballerina, she whirled round and round, enjoying a
state of near euphoria.
"I thought you'd like it." Kara said as she
flew up beside her. A wide smile on her face.
"This is so unbelievable!" she gushed. "I
never imagined. How?"
"The gravity generator from my ship." Kara
said as she spun around in circles. "I installed it as a
security device. Set at this level, it produces less
than one tenth earth normal."
Kara watched as for the next twenty minutes,
the emerald gowned woman flew back and forth
across the 200 foot radius of the anti-gravity field.
The expression on her face was that of a young girl
who awoke Christmas morning to find her greatest
dream under the tree.
"This is the greatest gift anyone's ever given
me." Susan said as she flew up to Kara, the look of
childish delight still on her face.
"I have another gift that I want to give you
as well." Kara said as she took Susan in her arms.
"I hope you enjoy it as much."
The press of Kara's lips against her own was
as intoxicating as her first sensation of flight. Susan
returned the kiss with all the passion within her. Up
until this moment, all that had happened between
them hadn't been anything other than a budding
friendship.
One kiss followed another, and another, as
the two woman swam through the sky. Locked in
each other's embrace they silently shared a building
passion.
"Oh Kara," Susan gasped between kisses as
she stroked the younger woman's long hair. "I've
dreamed of this since the first moment I saw you."
"I was quite taken with you too." Kara
smiled back. "Why don't we get back down on the
ground." she suggested. "Despite all the stories you
hear, making love in zero gee is really more work
than fun."
The older woman readily agreed. Hand in
hand they dropped to the ground. On impact, Kara
deactivated the gravity generator with a gentle burst
of her heat vision. The panel was heat sensitive.
"We could go in the house, or would you
prefer the beach." Kara asked as she stroked
Susan's exposed arm.
Looking out at the beautiful vista of a soon
to be setting sun, Susan immediately chose the
beach. Kara guided her to a wide stretch of perfect
white sand.
Why don't you get comfortable." Kara said
as she reached up and undid the clasp of her cape.
The bright red boots followed, then the equally red
skirt that wrapped around her blue body suit.
The police woman's gown quickly followed
Kara's cape and skirt. Susan watched in anticipation
as her Supergirl undid the last restraints of her form
fitting body suit. It was only a few moments later
that the Girl of Steel stood nude in the fading glow
of the bright golden sun.
"God you are so beautiful." Susan said as
she took in every aspect of her naked form. Kara's
long blond hair hung low over a perfectly slim
waste. Her rounded breasts, the taut nipples of
which had been clearly visible beneath the skin tight
spandex of her uniform, were the most perfect Susan
had ever seen. She doubted the most skillful plastic
surgeon in Beverly Hills could've duplicated nature's
handiwork.
Between her legs was a wide growth of
matching blonde hair, framing a pearl of unique
delight. Taking an expanded look, Susan decided
that Kara's pure natural beauty far outstripped her
previous admiration for Wonder Woman's amazon
physique.
Remembering that she was still wearing her
underwear, Susan quickly remedied that situation.
Now equally nude, she could tell that Kara was
taking a moment to admire her own body. She
wondered if she had previously taken a peek at her
through her dress.
"If I had x-ray vision." Susan thought to
herself. "I'd be checking out every woman I ever
passed on the street."
Susan was proud of her body. It was the
result of hard work and careful diet. Her breasts
were a little smaller than Supergirl's but no less
impressive. The nipples in the center were much
thicker however with wide dark circles around them.
Between her own legs her hair had been trimmed to
a small compact red triangle.
Susan realized that Kara was waiting for her
to make the first move and she stepped forward and
kissed her once more. Tiny sparks passed between
them as she felt the blonde's tongue pass between
her lips and make contact with her own. Susan
reacted instinctively and ran her outstretched hand
across Kara's breast, lightly stroking the nipple.
"Hmm, that feels nice." Kara whispered in
her ear.
"I wasn't sure you'd be able to feel that."
Susan said, feeling a little stupid as soon as she said
it.
"Because bullets bounce off them." Kara
softly laughed.
"Yeh, I guess so." came the reply in an
embarrassed tone.
"Actually my skin is a lot more sensitive to
touch than a humans." Kara said as she ran her
hands across the redhead's own breasts. "I do feel
the slugs as they impact, it's just that I'm able to tone
down that sensitivity when I'm Supergirl."
In offering, Kara lifted one of her mounds
closer to Susan's face. The older woman graciously
took the gift and kissed it softy. Guiding Kara's
nipple into her mouth with her tongue, Susan was
amazed at how soft the skin felt. Deep down, part
of her still expected Kara's skin to feel hard as steel.
"See, just like any other woman's" Kara said
as she enjoyed the feel of Susan's experienced
tongue against her nipple.
"Damn it, Wienczorkowski!" Susan mentally
yelled at herself. "You're alone on a beautiful beach
with an even more beautiful woman. Stop thinking
of it as a science project."
With that, her mindset changed. No longer
was this Supergirl in her arms, the world's premiere
heroine. She was simply Kara - a woman who
desired Susan as much as the police officer did her.
Easing Kara down onto the soft warm sand,
Susan began to lick each breast over and over. She
bit down on each nipple as hard as she could, secure
in the knowledge that for the first time in her life she
didn't had to worry about hurting her lover. Kara in
the meantime was running her fingers through
Susan's crimson locks, whispering excited words of
encouragement as she did.
Like a child with a new toy, it was obvious
that Susan was going to take her time. Her tongue
darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the
hard nipple. Then she would tickle it directly before
taking it whole into her mouth again.
Like a babe seeking nourishment, the older
woman nurtured at the source. Each movement of
her tongue, each nip of her teeth, send enchanting
sensations though Kara's reclining form.
"Oh yes." the girl from another world
gasped as Susan pressed her face between her twin
mounds.
Pulling her face out of that heavenly valley,
Susan pressed her own mounds against Kara's. As
Susan rubbed the nipples against each other they
generating a heat that rivaled their rising lust. A lust
that had been too long absent from both Susan and
Kara's life.
Effortlessly, Kara lifted Susan so that her
breasts came within easy reach. With a tongue no
less talented than Susan's own, she glided it across
the older woman's breasts before taking each within
her mouth.
Even as her mouth feasted on Susan's
bountiful charms, Kara slid her hand beneath her
lover's body and between Susan's legs. Her fingers
slid across the thin layer of hair and pressed against
the excited clit within.
Now it was Susan's turn to moan as she felt
the touch of a strong lover's hand where only she
had touched for so very long. Then it moved to the
center of the mound and rubbed against it. As her
finger became lubricated by the wetness there, Kara
slowly slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped
Susan's lips as Kara slid the finger in and out, soon
following it with a second.
"Oh yes..." Susan said softly as she floated
in the air, supported by Kara's strong right arm.
The constant friction of Kara's hand against
her clit sent ripples of delight radiating out from
Susan's pussy. Her fingers moved with a speed and
dexterity that no normal woman could ever have
matched. Coupled with the delightful mixture of
bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it was enough
to quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy.
As the volume of the moans in Kara's ears
grew in intensity, so did the frequency of her
penetrations. A small series of mini-quakes began to
rock the earth woman's body, heralding the arrival
of a long missed rapture.
Suddenly, Susan's body stiffened as the
cascading waves of bliss broke on the shoals of her
sexuality. Her pulse raced and her breaths became
shallow. Despite the gentle cool breeze, her body
was covered with sweat.
"Oh God!" she panted as she collapsed atop
her lover. "I can't believe how long its been since I
felt so good."
"I hope I can make you feel even better."
Kara purred as she pressed her cheek against
Susan's.
"I'd think I'd like that." Susan replied as she
kissed Kara once more.
The two naked women laid on the soft sand
for long moments, gently caressing each other's
bodies.
"Why don't we take a quick swim and cool
off." Kara said as she motioned to the inviting blue
waters a few dozen feet away.
"Sounds wonderful." Susan said in reply.
Playfully splashing in the surf, it wasn't long
before the fires that drove the two lovers began to
re-ignite. Kara and Susan quickly found their hands
all over each other's bodies.
This time it was Susan's turn to be the
aggressor and Kara was content to just relax and
enjoy the attention. She laughed with glee as Kara's
twin globes bounced in the open air. With youthful
exuberance she again brought a hand to each globe.
Kara couldn't help but respond to the touch.
Her nipples had always been incredibly sensitive,
even before she'd come to Earth. Even this simple
caress was enough to send a pleasing ripple across
her chest.
Susan replaced her grazing touch with the
wet and warm sensation of her tongue. Susan had
first sucked one of her girlfriend's breasts when she
was 14, and the years of experience showed. If
anything, Kara's nipples grew harder as Susan
stroked them again and again, sending shivers of
bliss now throughout her supple body.
Moving her attentions upward, Susan's
tongue marked a path across Kara's inviting neck
until it once more reached her mouth. Pulling the
girl's naked breasts tight against her, Susan kissed
her a second time. Moist and warm, this time there
was a playful acceptence to her effort as Kara
opened her mouth to admit her.
As they played a game of dueling tongues,
Susan slid her free hand down beneath Kara's long
smooth legs. There she was greeting by three
exciting surprises. She was delighted top find that
Kara was already dripping wet. The most powerful
woman in the world and she had gotten her wet.
The thought was the highlight of her sexual life.
Dropping to her knees in the shallow water,
Susan kissed the center of the bushy blonde mound.
The sweet aroma of her sexuality was like honey to
a bee as it filled her nostrils.
Parting the smooth hairless legs, Susan
pushed her head forward and ran her probing tongue
up and down the length of Kara's slit. Quickly
covered by a thick coating of lubricating juices, her
tongue effortlessly slid inside.
"Oh yes!" Kara exclaimed as she spread her
legs wider, excited to new heights by the magic
touch of this woman's mouth.
She thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to
drive Susan deeper within her. More than happy to
accommodate her desire, the redhead began a series
of furious motions with her darting tongue. The
young blonde moaned loudly as Susan gripped her
ass cheeks and pressed her face hard against her
wetness, sucking hungrily.
It wasn't long before Kara was on the verge
of orgasm. An event Susan secretly feared as she
remembered all of the jokes about Supergirl
crushing a lover in the heat of a climax. However
strong the fear, it paled beside the desire she had to
bring her lover to the zenith of ecstasy.
Kara's body quaked and sweat ran down her
breasts as her vaginal muscles contracted against the
instrument of her pleasure. Then like a wave
breaking against the shoals, she reached orgasm with
an intensity that momentarily frightened Susan. But
only for the moment as she realized that even while
in the thrones of passion, Kara was always aware of
the earth shattering power she possessed.
Her pelvis pushed forward and her shoulders
arched backward. Susan's fingers pressed as hard as
they could into the soft flesh of Kara's buttocks as
the red haired fury lapped up her juices like a kitten
does milk.
Before Susan could react, Kara suddenly
lifted her up into the air and brought her own pussy
to a height equal to the Kryptonian's lips. She
wrapped Susan's legs around her head and ran her
tongue around the soft velvet folds of the Earth
woman's cunt.
Circling the now thoroughly saturated patch,
Kara took a moment to relish the aroma. An aroma
as delightful to her as her own had been to Susan.
She kissed each thigh, again and again, before
moving on to her prize.
It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a
long loving caress. She could feel Susan's body
react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across her
clit over and over with a speed that defied
description. It was like there were two or three
women licking her pussy at once.
Supported by the firm grip that Kara had on
her ass, Susan began to buckle and spasm as Kara
increased the intensity of her tongue's attack to an
even fast pace. Kara slid her free hand down
between her own legs and slid first one, then two
and finally three fingers within herself. She quickly
matched the tempo of her fingers to that of her
tongue.
Sweat ran down both their bodies as Susan
shook with each new ecstatic jolt. She could feel
the rising crest within her and knew that an even
more explosive orgasm was near.
Kara darted her tongue in and out of Susan's
tunnel of love, causing the waves of pleasure
cascading up and down the older woman's body to
double. The harder Kara moved her tongue, the
faster the waves repeated
Faster and faster the waves washed over
Susan until they reached a point beyond what she
could stand. She yearned for the explosion that
would bring relief. Tears ran down her cheeks as
at the same time she tried to delay the fire within
her so that she could enjoy each second.
With a screeching yell, Susan climaxed as
she had never done by any other lover. Her own
powerful body shook for endless seconds as she
took in every aspect of her rapture.
Kara quickly followed with her own
orgasm seconds later as her fingers covered with
her wetness. Her much softer cry was muffled as
she pressed her face deep against Susan's cunt,
continuing to lick up the juices of her efforts.
Susan wrapped her arms around Kara's
head and bending over, pressed her head against
hers. She gently kissed her blond hair and Kara
finally began to relax her hold.
Kara lowered Susan and cradled her in her
arms. They gently kissed and laughed as she
carried her new love out of the water and onto the
beach. They sat there in each other's embrace
while they watched the sun set in the horizon.
They made love twice more that night before
reluctantly returning to Metropolis the next
morning. But it had been a day Susan would never
forget or regret.
"I was almost hoping this day would never
end." Susan said as she stood by the large open
window in her living room, the early morning sun
filling the room.
"It is a shame, it is." Kara said, clad once
more in her blue and red uniform. "Maybe we
can......."
The Girl of Steel halted in mid-sentence as
her gaze suddenly and abruptly shifted to out the
window. For a moment her mind looked to be
elsewhere. She took a step back from Susan and
toward the window.
"I have to go, right now!" she said with
urgency.
Before Susan could say a word, Supergirl
was halfway to the open window. Just before she
leapt out and took to the sky she turned to say.
"I'll call you...I promise."
Susan stood there staring at the open
window for a long time. The last twenty four
hours already seemed like a dream. A dream
which would never be relived. It made her feel a
little sad.
Susan checked in with Maggie Sawyer to
tell her she was ready for duty. Maggie had
insisted that she take her full three days off, saying
that Susan had been pushing herself much too hard
and needed the rest. Sergeant Robinson had been
making good progress and Inspector Sawyer didn't
want to see hide nor hair of Wienczorkowski until
Monday morning.
So Susan spent the morning running
errands and the afternoon working out at the gym.
As she walked back into her apartment, she tuned
in her TV to Metro One as she unpacked the
groceries she'd bought on the way home. In the
background, she heard the voice of Sandy
Scaffold, the voice of Action News.
"Disaster was averted early this morning at
Metropolis Airport when an arriving Pan-World
passenger jet suffered a power loss in three of it's
four engines while making the final turn for it's
approach. For tense moments, hundreds of lives
hung in the balance as the aircraft fell to certain
destruction. Only the arrival of a red and blue
guardian angel saved the day....."
Susan Wienczorkowski stared at the small
color television screen as a familiar form soared
through the air and caught the plummeting aircraft.
The same arms which had cradled her naked form
last night with gentle abandon now effortless
cradled a multi-ton aircraft. Silently, she watched
transfixed as with equal ease Supergirl brought the
plane to a safe landing.
"I guess that was more important than
hanging around for breakfast." she said to herself
as the image on the screen turned to another story.
A few minutes later the groceries were away
and Susan was about to make a quick dinner when
the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find a
young brunette in non-descript clothes standing
there. A folded newspaper in her hand obscured
part of her face.
"Can I help you?" Susan asked, wondering
how she got past the lock on the front door
without being buzzed in.
"I'm here about your ad for a roommate."
the young woman said.
"I'm afraid there must be some mistake, I
didn't place any ad." Susan said. "As you can see,
this place is barely large enough for one."
"I'm sure I have the right address," the
young woman insisted. "I tried calling before but
there was no answer."
It was then that she lowered the newspaper
and Susan saw a familiar pair of blue eyes.
"Kara?" she said in disbelief.
"Linda," the brunette corrected her. "Linda
Danvers. Now about the room?"
"Why yes," Susan said with a smile. "Why
don't you come in and have a look at the place."
"Thank you." Linda said. "I'm sure it's
exactly what I'm looking for. I travel a lot, but it's
nice to have something to come home to."
"Or someone." Susan thought as she
closed the door behind her She also couldn't help
but think that sometimes, dreams can last beyond
the dawn.
END
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