"Miles High (And Climbing)" - Part 1 of 2
“Now, I’m not sayin’ the shutdown of the Jack Daniels distillery was one of the worst things about the war, but it sure did hit home in a way a lot of the history-book stuff didn’t at the time.” Zinda set down her glass, having just put away her… what was it, seventh shot? She picked up the half-empty bottle of JD and looked at it thoughtfully.
“Still trying to make up for all those whiskey-less war years, are you?” Barbara said with a faint smile.
“C’mon, Skipper. You’ve never seen me go past my limit, have you? You know I’ve got two hollow legs.”
Barbara glanced at the legs in question which, hollow or not, were striking indeed. Zinda always insisted on wearing her Lady Blackhawk costume… or uniform, to be more accurate… whenever she chauffeured Babs anywhere by plane, helicopter, or car. A point of pride, she supposed. Those long, perfect legs stretched from black boots to black pleated miniskirt, with the matching Blackhawk tunic and cap completing the outfit made famous by one of World War II’s most iconic recruitment posters. (Which also doubled as one of its most famous sexy pinups.)
“You don’t have to call me ‘Skipper’ anymore, you know, Zinda,” Babs reminded her. “Not that you ever did have to, but… no more Birds of Prey, remember? I’m not your boss anymore.”
“So you’re not gonna change your mind, eh? You’re breaking up the band, and moving into this… quaint apartment. In a quaint neighborhood. I think I saw U.N. troops patrolling outside when we drove up.”
“It’s a bit retro,” Babs admitted, looking around at the cracked plaster and elderly linoleum. “But it’s cheap, and it’s anonymous.”
“It woulda been retro back in my day,” Zinda teased. “But you know best, Skipper.”
“Zinda…” Babs said reproachfully.
Zinda favored her with what she’d come to recognize as her Stubborn Smile. “You say you’re not my boss anymore, right?”
“Right.”
“Then I guess I’ll call you Skipper if I feel like it, Skipper.”
Barbara sighed and smiled. “Thanks for helping me move in, Zinda.”
“Don’t mention it. I just wish you’d had more than two measly shots with me to help baptize your new place. And you sipped those.”
“You know I’m not a big drinker, Zinda.”
“I know, I know. Just teasin’.”
“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”
Zinda made a face. “The day I’m not okay to drive is the day you hit me on the head and strap me down in a rocking chair.”
Babs grinned at her. “I’d pay to see that. You are a 90-year-old woman, after all.”
“Don’t remind me, or I’ll start feelin’ like it. Now if I can just get down to the street without running into that perv superintendent. That boy got more than his money’s worth when we came in. My legs feel all greasy from him starin’ at them.”
“Can’t really blame him,” Babs said. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Silence.
What the hell did I just say? Babs thought to herself. How much of this booze did I drink, anyway?Just two shots?
Zinda stared at her from over by the doorway, a surprised little smile on her lips.
“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” she said. “You work right smack in the middle of the Sexy Superheroine Hall of Fame, and I’m the prettiest girl you ever met?”
“I…. I’m…” Oh, crap. “I meant what I said, Zinda.”
Zinda’s sardonic, suspicious smile turned into something much softer as she walked back over and sat down in the chair opposite Babs’ wheelchair. She crossed her legs… perhaps a bit more sexily than usual?... and gazed at her erstwhile boss.
“Been awhile for you in the lovin’ department, Skipper?”
“Gee, how did you know?” Barbara sighed.
Zinda gave her a playful wink. “Been a dry spell for me, too.”
“Really?” Barbara tried to keep the surprise out of her voice, and off her face. “I mean, you’re not exactly shy, and… and you are one hell of a beautiful woman, Zinda.”
Zinda smiled for real. “Thanks. But somehow boys seem to get a bit put off when I start talkin’ about how I saw Gone With the Wind on opening night, and how I once met W.C. Fields in person.”
Barbara smiled back. “You’re the youngest-looking 90-year-old woman I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.”
“But that’s just the thing… I am 90 years old, and there’s no two ways about it. At least, I was born 90 years ago. It’s been a few years since I got sucked out of my time and into this one, and I’ve gotten used to just about everything (except hip-hop music, which I still don’t get). But I just don’t have anything in common with the boys who… look the same age as me. They grew up with Nirvana and Bill Clinton and Beverly Hills 90210. I grew up with Charlie Chaplin, Glenn Miller, and the Ku Klux Klan.”
“If you meet the right guy,” Barbara said, “You’ll know, because he’ll be fascinated to hear you talk about that stuff. You’ll talk about going to see the first Mickey Mouse cartoon, and he’ll talk about going to see Milli Vanilli in concert, and next thing you know you’ll be all over each other.”
“Last time I tried to hook up with a guy, he turned out to be gay.”
“Fancy, I think is the word you used,” Barbara laughed.
“Yeah, well. It’s better than what my brothers and cousins woulda called it.”
“Lots of women are attracted to gay men, Zinda. It’s frustrating, but it’s common. Just jump back in the pool and try again.”
Zinda looked down at her lap for a long time, as if considering her words.
“I was kinda thinkin’ more along the lines of, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
Babs was puzzled. “Join who?”
Zinda looked up at her. “The fancy crowd.”
Babs once again tried to hide her surprise. Failed. “Oh.”
Zinda grinned at her, as if enjoying her flustered state. “It’s not just some new idea that popped into my head. Been thinkin’ about it for a while. Even did a trial run a while back. And I’ll have you know I have you to blame for it, Barbara Gordon.”
“M…me?”
“Well, a very close facsimile of you. It was right after that snafu with the time stream… you know, the one that yanked me away from everything and everyone I knew and loved, yada yada, and dropped me here in the world of cholesterol and global warming? Well, when we were trying to put things to rights after that, I met a redheaded young spitfire named Barbara Gordon. She squeezed herself into an outfit that would’ve been illegal back in my day, and she called herself Batgirl. Same as you… but not the same as you.”
“Ollie told me about her,” Babs said softly. “I didn’t really want to hear it.”
“I understand,” Zinda said. “But all you really need to know is that she was the bravest, most amazing girl I’d ever met. She was so good with the physical stuff it was hard to believe she wasn’t a meta. She was brilliantly smart. She was beautiful… oh, Lord, was that girl ever pretty. And she was an absolute sweetheart, at least when she wasn’t attending to nasty business. Just like you.”
Barbara blushed.
“You gotta understand, I’d never met anybody like her before. Back where I came from, we didn’t have many girl capes. There was Wonder Woman, who I never met… there was Mary Marvel, who I did, but she was just a kid.”
“I guess you know that Batgirl… that Barbara Gordon… didn’t make it through the fight. She died in Green Arrow’s arms… or I guess you’d say she stopped existing in his arms. And when I heard she was gone, I realized I’d been just a bit in love with her. Couldn’t help it. That’s just the way it was.”
Barbara realized she hadn’t breathed for the last half minute or so. She sighed deeply, trying to come to terms with that Zinda was telling her.
“Then after that, I met this beautiful space alien girl named Arisia…”
“Arisia, from the Green Lantern Corps?” Babs asked.
“That’s the one. Only to me she was Arisia my fellow bouncer at Guy Gardner’s bar in New York City. Warrior’s… that was the name of the bar. She’d just broke up with Hal Jordan and was looking for something new. So was I. So… she and I got barenaked together a few times and did what comes unnaturally, as my pa would say.”
“She was wonderful. I found out that we girls are really soft, really smooth, we smell super nice, we taste even better, and it’s really exciting when we do stuff with each other that we usually only do with boys. I also discovered Arisia could have a huge climax just from having those cute, pointy elf ears of hers nibbled on. That was a lot of fun, let me tell ya. And she was no slouch either in the nibbling department.”
“But I wasn’t in love with her, and she wasn’t in love with me, and it didn’t take.”
Babs swallowed hard and squirmed in her wheelchair. She regretted, more than usual, that she couldn’t cross her legs.
Zinda noticed. She had to. “I gotta admit,” she said, “When Dinah introduced me to you, I didn’t quite know what to make of you. You seemed a lot different than that other Barbara. But after I got to know you a while, I saw that girl I knew before is right there inside you, sure enough. You followed a different path than she did, but you got to the same place. You’re my hero, just like she… you… she was.”
Barbara closed her eyes and tried to keep the tears from welling up… tried to collect herself.
“You ever been with another woman before, Barbara?” Zinda asked softly.
The forwardness of that question - and its implications - made Babs flinch. “Once,” she replied, and remembered.
* * * * *
Kara threw herself back on the sheets, spreading her arms and legs wide. “If you can unwrap me, Babs, you can have me,” she called in a singsong voice.
“What?” Barbara giggled from the other side of the bed.
Kara made a face at her. “Didn’t anyone ever explain the birds and the bees to you? Or the birds and the birds, as the case may be? You’ve been whining nonstop about breaking up with Dick Grayson. You wanted my help, so here I am offering my help, Miss Barbara Gordon.
“This is the game: you come over here, and if you figure out how to take my Iconic Superheroine Costume off of me, then you get to play with its soft and creamy contents all you like. And believe me, you will like. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”
Heart racing… partly from the three glasses of wine she’d had earlier? Or maybe not?… Babs dragged herself across the bed until she was looking down at Kara, who reclined there with her hands behind her head, smirking up at her.
“C’mon,” she said. “My outfit is way simpler than that Batgirl costume you used to somehow squeeze yourself into. Or was that body paint? It was hard to tell.”
Kara’s… Power Girl’s… legendary costume looked a lot like a white, one-piece bathing suit with sleeves, a collar, and a large window to display her gigantic cleavage. (She claimed this was for comfort and ventilation, but let’s face it… Kara just liked to show off her boobs.) There was also a pair of sexy knee-high blue boots, matching blue gloves (currently lying on the floor by the bed) and a red cape (now draped over the back of the chair across the room.)
Her outfit had no visible zippers or buckles or buttons, and it took Barbara quite a bit of poking and prodding (and quite a bit of giggling from the ticklish Kara) before she found the hidden snap that, when released, caused the whole thing to fall open and slough off her.
“Barbara Gordon, you have successfully stripped the superheroine!” Kara announced. “And tell her what she’s won! You’ve won an intense lesbian sexual encounter with Power Girl, strange naked bisexual visitor from another planet! Please note that management is not responsible for any injuries resulting from super-strength and/or stamina…” Then her spiel devolved into helpless giggles as Barbara buried her face in her chest.
Until about ten minutes ago, Babs had never seriously entertained any lesbian aspirations, but she had always wondered (like everyone else in the world) what Power Girl’s breasts were like up close and uncovered. She was pleased to confirm that there was no push-up wardrobe trickery involved… PeeGee had tits the size of her head, and that was all there was to it. A quick kissing-and-fondling expedition turned up no sign of implants, of course… nothing but cool, soft, smooth, jiggly Kara.
Her nipples were not a disappointment, either. They were the color of watermelon, and within seconds they were as long and firm as a baby’s pacifier. Sucking them quickly transformed Kara’s giggles into groans.
“Babs,” she whispered breathlessly. “Bite me.”
“I beg your… mmmph… pardon?”
“Bite my nipples. As hard as you can. Absolutely as hard as you can. Don’t worry, you can’t hurt them. Please do it, Barbara.”
Doubtfully, Babs clamped her teeth down on the soft/hard stalk in her mouth… heard Kara’s sharp gasp of excitement. Curiously, Barbara opened her mouth around the soft areola, and sank her teeth into it like she was biting into an apple.
Kara gave a thin little shriek and threw her head back. “Oh yes! Harder harder harder bite me harder! Awwwww….”
Barbara bit her harder, harder, harder… inspecting what she’d done, she realized that even her most vicious bites hadn’t left so much as an indentation in Kara’s invulnerable Kryptonian skin.
Thus reassured, she went after Kara’s jugs like a red-headed tigress at feeding time. Biting, pulling, chewing, tearing, snarling…
Power Girl shuddered and shook and howled with pleasure and the tiny bit of pain that made it through. Barbara reached fumblingly down between Kara’s thighs… found Kara’s hand already busy down there… pushed it away and took over herself. Fingers swirling over soft, smooth, clean-shaven wetness, Barbara easily slid two fingers inside.
If Kara hadn’t been a mighty daughter of Krypton, Barbara would have sworn she was having a heart attack or something.
“Oww,” Barbara was saying a few moments later, nursing two aching fingers.
“Mmmm. Sorry about that,” Kara purred, eyes closed in post-coital bliss. “Now you know why I prefer girls. Coming with a guy’s cock inside me tends to mean a quick flight to the emergency room.”
“What a way to go.”
“Yeah. I mean, once you’ve fucked me, why would you ever need to have sex again?”
Barbara laughed.
“Take off your clothes, Barbara.”
“Ummm…”
“Unless you’d prefer I took them off for you. But I’m not sure you’d be able to wear them again after that. Hop to it, Gordon. I want you completely naked within 60 seconds.”
Heart racing, Barbara made her deadline. As soon as her panties hit the rug, Babs felt herself swept up in Kara’s powerful arms. Kara stood up, looked down at Babs with a truly wicked grin, then hoisted her right up above her head like a little baby.
Babs gasped with thrilled surprise (grateful for the high ceilings of Kara’s apartment) as sudden vertigo tickled her brain, and then gasped with something else as Kara slowly and carefully lowered her down onto her upturned face.
The world began to go away as the soft, wet buzz-saw of Kara’s tongue slipped into her and began doing its work, but Babs had time to take in the scene in the room’s floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The back of Power Girl’s magnificent, naked body, standing there like a marble statue in some old-world museum (and sporting the greatest ass in this or any other world); Barbara’s useless legs dangling over her shoulders and down her back; the rest of her sitting atop the goddess’s face, held as steadily and safely as if she were in her own wheelchair, writhing in helpless ecstasy and grabbing desperate handfuls of her lover’s shaggy blonde hair.
A few minutes later Barbara lay exhausted on Kara’s bed, waiting for her breath to return to normal and wondering if the police were going to be summoned in response to her screams, which surely everyone in the building must have heard.
Kara lay next to her, fresh as a daisy, head propped up on her arm and grinning at her like a cat who had just eaten a canary. (And the thought of Kara actually eating Canary brought a whole new array of horny thoughts into focus.) She hadn’t bothered to wipe Barbara’s juices off her lips, cheeks, chin, or the tops of her breasts.
“I love you, Kara,” Babs whispered to her gorgeous bedmate.
“No you don’t,” Kara replied. “You love the hellacious orgasm I just gave you. Which is understandable… I loved the one you gave me, and I loved returning the favor. But it’s just the dopamine flooding that pretty brain of yours, making you think all wobbly.”
She leaned over and planted a tender kiss on Barbara’s lips. “But if you ever fall in love with me for reals… you’ve got me on speed-dial, right?”
Power Girl had flown her home the next morning. Babs could remember the dizzying sensation of flying along hundreds of feet above the pavement, Kara’s strong arms being the only thing keeping her from becoming a grease spot on the sidewalks far below. She’d gazed into Kara’s beautiful sapphire-blue eyes until their owner giggled and said she’d better increase her altitude up above building level, if Babs was going to distract her like that. Once safely up there, Babs put her hand behind Kara’s head and pulled her in for the most delicious, head-spinning, half-mile-high kiss. Crashing into a building would have been well worth it, if she could have died with those lips in her mouth.
* * * * *
And that had been that. Barbara had never made love to Kara again, and not very long afterwards their relationship had gone straight to hell, falling apart completely to the point where her attempts to use her speed-dial had resulted in Kara changing her number.
Kara had been right, of course… it wasn’t love between them. But Barbara had dearly loved the way they’d felt together. It seemed like she could still feel that last kiss lingering on her lips. Could really feel it, in fact… Zinda?
Barbara came out of her reverie to find a completely different beautiful blue-eyed blonde helping herself to her lips. She sputtered in shock, and Zinda made a hasty but controlled withdrawal.
“Sorry, Skipper,” she said. “You looked kinda sad and preoccupied, and I’ve got a duty to perform.” Zinda looked at her with a crooked little smirk.
God, she’s adorable, Barbara thought. And oh my, that was a nice kiss.
“Orders, boss?”
“I’m not your…” Zinda arched her eyebrows. Barbara sighed and gave up. “As you were, soldier,” she said.
“That’s more like it.” The kiss resumed.
Continued in Chapter Two...
“Still trying to make up for all those whiskey-less war years, are you?” Barbara said with a faint smile.
“C’mon, Skipper. You’ve never seen me go past my limit, have you? You know I’ve got two hollow legs.”
Barbara glanced at the legs in question which, hollow or not, were striking indeed. Zinda always insisted on wearing her Lady Blackhawk costume… or uniform, to be more accurate… whenever she chauffeured Babs anywhere by plane, helicopter, or car. A point of pride, she supposed. Those long, perfect legs stretched from black boots to black pleated miniskirt, with the matching Blackhawk tunic and cap completing the outfit made famous by one of World War II’s most iconic recruitment posters. (Which also doubled as one of its most famous sexy pinups.)
“You don’t have to call me ‘Skipper’ anymore, you know, Zinda,” Babs reminded her. “Not that you ever did have to, but… no more Birds of Prey, remember? I’m not your boss anymore.”
“So you’re not gonna change your mind, eh? You’re breaking up the band, and moving into this… quaint apartment. In a quaint neighborhood. I think I saw U.N. troops patrolling outside when we drove up.”
“It’s a bit retro,” Babs admitted, looking around at the cracked plaster and elderly linoleum. “But it’s cheap, and it’s anonymous.”
“It woulda been retro back in my day,” Zinda teased. “But you know best, Skipper.”
“Zinda…” Babs said reproachfully.
Zinda favored her with what she’d come to recognize as her Stubborn Smile. “You say you’re not my boss anymore, right?”
“Right.”
“Then I guess I’ll call you Skipper if I feel like it, Skipper.”
Barbara sighed and smiled. “Thanks for helping me move in, Zinda.”
“Don’t mention it. I just wish you’d had more than two measly shots with me to help baptize your new place. And you sipped those.”
“You know I’m not a big drinker, Zinda.”
“I know, I know. Just teasin’.”
“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”
Zinda made a face. “The day I’m not okay to drive is the day you hit me on the head and strap me down in a rocking chair.”
Babs grinned at her. “I’d pay to see that. You are a 90-year-old woman, after all.”
“Don’t remind me, or I’ll start feelin’ like it. Now if I can just get down to the street without running into that perv superintendent. That boy got more than his money’s worth when we came in. My legs feel all greasy from him starin’ at them.”
“Can’t really blame him,” Babs said. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Silence.
What the hell did I just say? Babs thought to herself. How much of this booze did I drink, anyway?Just two shots?
Zinda stared at her from over by the doorway, a surprised little smile on her lips.
“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” she said. “You work right smack in the middle of the Sexy Superheroine Hall of Fame, and I’m the prettiest girl you ever met?”
“I…. I’m…” Oh, crap. “I meant what I said, Zinda.”
Zinda’s sardonic, suspicious smile turned into something much softer as she walked back over and sat down in the chair opposite Babs’ wheelchair. She crossed her legs… perhaps a bit more sexily than usual?... and gazed at her erstwhile boss.
“Been awhile for you in the lovin’ department, Skipper?”
“Gee, how did you know?” Barbara sighed.
Zinda gave her a playful wink. “Been a dry spell for me, too.”
“Really?” Barbara tried to keep the surprise out of her voice, and off her face. “I mean, you’re not exactly shy, and… and you are one hell of a beautiful woman, Zinda.”
Zinda smiled for real. “Thanks. But somehow boys seem to get a bit put off when I start talkin’ about how I saw Gone With the Wind on opening night, and how I once met W.C. Fields in person.”
Barbara smiled back. “You’re the youngest-looking 90-year-old woman I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.”
“But that’s just the thing… I am 90 years old, and there’s no two ways about it. At least, I was born 90 years ago. It’s been a few years since I got sucked out of my time and into this one, and I’ve gotten used to just about everything (except hip-hop music, which I still don’t get). But I just don’t have anything in common with the boys who… look the same age as me. They grew up with Nirvana and Bill Clinton and Beverly Hills 90210. I grew up with Charlie Chaplin, Glenn Miller, and the Ku Klux Klan.”
“If you meet the right guy,” Barbara said, “You’ll know, because he’ll be fascinated to hear you talk about that stuff. You’ll talk about going to see the first Mickey Mouse cartoon, and he’ll talk about going to see Milli Vanilli in concert, and next thing you know you’ll be all over each other.”
“Last time I tried to hook up with a guy, he turned out to be gay.”
“Fancy, I think is the word you used,” Barbara laughed.
“Yeah, well. It’s better than what my brothers and cousins woulda called it.”
“Lots of women are attracted to gay men, Zinda. It’s frustrating, but it’s common. Just jump back in the pool and try again.”
Zinda looked down at her lap for a long time, as if considering her words.
“I was kinda thinkin’ more along the lines of, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
Babs was puzzled. “Join who?”
Zinda looked up at her. “The fancy crowd.”
Babs once again tried to hide her surprise. Failed. “Oh.”
Zinda grinned at her, as if enjoying her flustered state. “It’s not just some new idea that popped into my head. Been thinkin’ about it for a while. Even did a trial run a while back. And I’ll have you know I have you to blame for it, Barbara Gordon.”
“M…me?”
“Well, a very close facsimile of you. It was right after that snafu with the time stream… you know, the one that yanked me away from everything and everyone I knew and loved, yada yada, and dropped me here in the world of cholesterol and global warming? Well, when we were trying to put things to rights after that, I met a redheaded young spitfire named Barbara Gordon. She squeezed herself into an outfit that would’ve been illegal back in my day, and she called herself Batgirl. Same as you… but not the same as you.”
“Ollie told me about her,” Babs said softly. “I didn’t really want to hear it.”
“I understand,” Zinda said. “But all you really need to know is that she was the bravest, most amazing girl I’d ever met. She was so good with the physical stuff it was hard to believe she wasn’t a meta. She was brilliantly smart. She was beautiful… oh, Lord, was that girl ever pretty. And she was an absolute sweetheart, at least when she wasn’t attending to nasty business. Just like you.”
Barbara blushed.
“You gotta understand, I’d never met anybody like her before. Back where I came from, we didn’t have many girl capes. There was Wonder Woman, who I never met… there was Mary Marvel, who I did, but she was just a kid.”
“I guess you know that Batgirl… that Barbara Gordon… didn’t make it through the fight. She died in Green Arrow’s arms… or I guess you’d say she stopped existing in his arms. And when I heard she was gone, I realized I’d been just a bit in love with her. Couldn’t help it. That’s just the way it was.”
Barbara realized she hadn’t breathed for the last half minute or so. She sighed deeply, trying to come to terms with that Zinda was telling her.
“Then after that, I met this beautiful space alien girl named Arisia…”
“Arisia, from the Green Lantern Corps?” Babs asked.
“That’s the one. Only to me she was Arisia my fellow bouncer at Guy Gardner’s bar in New York City. Warrior’s… that was the name of the bar. She’d just broke up with Hal Jordan and was looking for something new. So was I. So… she and I got barenaked together a few times and did what comes unnaturally, as my pa would say.”
“She was wonderful. I found out that we girls are really soft, really smooth, we smell super nice, we taste even better, and it’s really exciting when we do stuff with each other that we usually only do with boys. I also discovered Arisia could have a huge climax just from having those cute, pointy elf ears of hers nibbled on. That was a lot of fun, let me tell ya. And she was no slouch either in the nibbling department.”
“But I wasn’t in love with her, and she wasn’t in love with me, and it didn’t take.”
Babs swallowed hard and squirmed in her wheelchair. She regretted, more than usual, that she couldn’t cross her legs.
Zinda noticed. She had to. “I gotta admit,” she said, “When Dinah introduced me to you, I didn’t quite know what to make of you. You seemed a lot different than that other Barbara. But after I got to know you a while, I saw that girl I knew before is right there inside you, sure enough. You followed a different path than she did, but you got to the same place. You’re my hero, just like she… you… she was.”
Barbara closed her eyes and tried to keep the tears from welling up… tried to collect herself.
“You ever been with another woman before, Barbara?” Zinda asked softly.
The forwardness of that question - and its implications - made Babs flinch. “Once,” she replied, and remembered.
* * * * *
Kara threw herself back on the sheets, spreading her arms and legs wide. “If you can unwrap me, Babs, you can have me,” she called in a singsong voice.
“What?” Barbara giggled from the other side of the bed.
Kara made a face at her. “Didn’t anyone ever explain the birds and the bees to you? Or the birds and the birds, as the case may be? You’ve been whining nonstop about breaking up with Dick Grayson. You wanted my help, so here I am offering my help, Miss Barbara Gordon.
“This is the game: you come over here, and if you figure out how to take my Iconic Superheroine Costume off of me, then you get to play with its soft and creamy contents all you like. And believe me, you will like. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”
Heart racing… partly from the three glasses of wine she’d had earlier? Or maybe not?… Babs dragged herself across the bed until she was looking down at Kara, who reclined there with her hands behind her head, smirking up at her.
“C’mon,” she said. “My outfit is way simpler than that Batgirl costume you used to somehow squeeze yourself into. Or was that body paint? It was hard to tell.”
Kara’s… Power Girl’s… legendary costume looked a lot like a white, one-piece bathing suit with sleeves, a collar, and a large window to display her gigantic cleavage. (She claimed this was for comfort and ventilation, but let’s face it… Kara just liked to show off her boobs.) There was also a pair of sexy knee-high blue boots, matching blue gloves (currently lying on the floor by the bed) and a red cape (now draped over the back of the chair across the room.)
Her outfit had no visible zippers or buckles or buttons, and it took Barbara quite a bit of poking and prodding (and quite a bit of giggling from the ticklish Kara) before she found the hidden snap that, when released, caused the whole thing to fall open and slough off her.
“Barbara Gordon, you have successfully stripped the superheroine!” Kara announced. “And tell her what she’s won! You’ve won an intense lesbian sexual encounter with Power Girl, strange naked bisexual visitor from another planet! Please note that management is not responsible for any injuries resulting from super-strength and/or stamina…” Then her spiel devolved into helpless giggles as Barbara buried her face in her chest.
Until about ten minutes ago, Babs had never seriously entertained any lesbian aspirations, but she had always wondered (like everyone else in the world) what Power Girl’s breasts were like up close and uncovered. She was pleased to confirm that there was no push-up wardrobe trickery involved… PeeGee had tits the size of her head, and that was all there was to it. A quick kissing-and-fondling expedition turned up no sign of implants, of course… nothing but cool, soft, smooth, jiggly Kara.
Her nipples were not a disappointment, either. They were the color of watermelon, and within seconds they were as long and firm as a baby’s pacifier. Sucking them quickly transformed Kara’s giggles into groans.
“Babs,” she whispered breathlessly. “Bite me.”
“I beg your… mmmph… pardon?”
“Bite my nipples. As hard as you can. Absolutely as hard as you can. Don’t worry, you can’t hurt them. Please do it, Barbara.”
Doubtfully, Babs clamped her teeth down on the soft/hard stalk in her mouth… heard Kara’s sharp gasp of excitement. Curiously, Barbara opened her mouth around the soft areola, and sank her teeth into it like she was biting into an apple.
Kara gave a thin little shriek and threw her head back. “Oh yes! Harder harder harder bite me harder! Awwwww….”
Barbara bit her harder, harder, harder… inspecting what she’d done, she realized that even her most vicious bites hadn’t left so much as an indentation in Kara’s invulnerable Kryptonian skin.
Thus reassured, she went after Kara’s jugs like a red-headed tigress at feeding time. Biting, pulling, chewing, tearing, snarling…
Power Girl shuddered and shook and howled with pleasure and the tiny bit of pain that made it through. Barbara reached fumblingly down between Kara’s thighs… found Kara’s hand already busy down there… pushed it away and took over herself. Fingers swirling over soft, smooth, clean-shaven wetness, Barbara easily slid two fingers inside.
If Kara hadn’t been a mighty daughter of Krypton, Barbara would have sworn she was having a heart attack or something.
“Oww,” Barbara was saying a few moments later, nursing two aching fingers.
“Mmmm. Sorry about that,” Kara purred, eyes closed in post-coital bliss. “Now you know why I prefer girls. Coming with a guy’s cock inside me tends to mean a quick flight to the emergency room.”
“What a way to go.”
“Yeah. I mean, once you’ve fucked me, why would you ever need to have sex again?”
Barbara laughed.
“Take off your clothes, Barbara.”
“Ummm…”
“Unless you’d prefer I took them off for you. But I’m not sure you’d be able to wear them again after that. Hop to it, Gordon. I want you completely naked within 60 seconds.”
Heart racing, Barbara made her deadline. As soon as her panties hit the rug, Babs felt herself swept up in Kara’s powerful arms. Kara stood up, looked down at Babs with a truly wicked grin, then hoisted her right up above her head like a little baby.
Babs gasped with thrilled surprise (grateful for the high ceilings of Kara’s apartment) as sudden vertigo tickled her brain, and then gasped with something else as Kara slowly and carefully lowered her down onto her upturned face.
The world began to go away as the soft, wet buzz-saw of Kara’s tongue slipped into her and began doing its work, but Babs had time to take in the scene in the room’s floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The back of Power Girl’s magnificent, naked body, standing there like a marble statue in some old-world museum (and sporting the greatest ass in this or any other world); Barbara’s useless legs dangling over her shoulders and down her back; the rest of her sitting atop the goddess’s face, held as steadily and safely as if she were in her own wheelchair, writhing in helpless ecstasy and grabbing desperate handfuls of her lover’s shaggy blonde hair.
A few minutes later Barbara lay exhausted on Kara’s bed, waiting for her breath to return to normal and wondering if the police were going to be summoned in response to her screams, which surely everyone in the building must have heard.
Kara lay next to her, fresh as a daisy, head propped up on her arm and grinning at her like a cat who had just eaten a canary. (And the thought of Kara actually eating Canary brought a whole new array of horny thoughts into focus.) She hadn’t bothered to wipe Barbara’s juices off her lips, cheeks, chin, or the tops of her breasts.
“I love you, Kara,” Babs whispered to her gorgeous bedmate.
“No you don’t,” Kara replied. “You love the hellacious orgasm I just gave you. Which is understandable… I loved the one you gave me, and I loved returning the favor. But it’s just the dopamine flooding that pretty brain of yours, making you think all wobbly.”
She leaned over and planted a tender kiss on Barbara’s lips. “But if you ever fall in love with me for reals… you’ve got me on speed-dial, right?”
Power Girl had flown her home the next morning. Babs could remember the dizzying sensation of flying along hundreds of feet above the pavement, Kara’s strong arms being the only thing keeping her from becoming a grease spot on the sidewalks far below. She’d gazed into Kara’s beautiful sapphire-blue eyes until their owner giggled and said she’d better increase her altitude up above building level, if Babs was going to distract her like that. Once safely up there, Babs put her hand behind Kara’s head and pulled her in for the most delicious, head-spinning, half-mile-high kiss. Crashing into a building would have been well worth it, if she could have died with those lips in her mouth.
* * * * *
And that had been that. Barbara had never made love to Kara again, and not very long afterwards their relationship had gone straight to hell, falling apart completely to the point where her attempts to use her speed-dial had resulted in Kara changing her number.
Kara had been right, of course… it wasn’t love between them. But Barbara had dearly loved the way they’d felt together. It seemed like she could still feel that last kiss lingering on her lips. Could really feel it, in fact… Zinda?
Barbara came out of her reverie to find a completely different beautiful blue-eyed blonde helping herself to her lips. She sputtered in shock, and Zinda made a hasty but controlled withdrawal.
“Sorry, Skipper,” she said. “You looked kinda sad and preoccupied, and I’ve got a duty to perform.” Zinda looked at her with a crooked little smirk.
God, she’s adorable, Barbara thought. And oh my, that was a nice kiss.
“Orders, boss?”
“I’m not your…” Zinda arched her eyebrows. Barbara sighed and gave up. “As you were, soldier,” she said.
“That’s more like it.” The kiss resumed.
Continued in Chapter Two...