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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.

Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
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	   Supergirl
               Part Two
                  by Ann Douglas

	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.     

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