Chapter 6 -- The First Time

I stood in Seymour’s bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. It was really ironic; over the years I have been shot at, people have threatened me with knives and bombs, and I have been tied to railroad tracks. However, I had never been as nervous as I was at this moment. I was preparing to lose my virginity to a boy I had known for less than a week.

Seymour Michaels wasn’t just any boy though. He had loved me from afar since the day I began my career as a superheroine, he was the first boy I ever kissed, and the day before this he saved my life. I sighed and reached behind my back to unfasten my dress, letting it fall to the floor. The dress was soon followed by my bra and panties. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

I gasped in wonder. The room was lit by candles and there was very romantic guitar music coming from the stereo. Seymour sat on his bed unbuttoning his shirt. I looked at him with a loving smile. “What do you think?” I asked.

“Oh, Angela,” he said softly, “you are so b-b-beautiful.”

I joined him on the bed and kissed him lightly. “Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked me.

“Well,” I replied with an impish grin, “I would like a little bit of foreplay first.”

“That’s n-n-n-not what I m-m-meant.”

“I know what you meant, silly,” I said. I reached up and lightly slid a finger down his cheek. “Seymour, I’ve thought about this long and hard. I’m in love with you and I want you to make love to me.”

“I just w-w-w-wanted to m-m-make sure,” he replied. “This is such a d-d-d-dream come true. I am about to make love to the b-b-b-b-beautiful B-B-B-Blue Angel.”

“No,” I corrected. “You are about to make love to your girlfriend, Angela Blue.” Then I giggled. “I’ll let you make love to Blue Angel tomorrow.” Then I frowned. “We never have made this official, you know.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m a nitpicker for details,” I confessed. “We’re about to have sex and at this point, we’re really just friends. Seymour, will you be my boyfriend?”

“I would l-l-love to,” he answered.

I kissed him again, rather seriously this time, and we lay down with our arms wrapped around each other. After a few moments, Seymour broke off the kiss and started nibbling on my neck, moving slowly down to my breasts. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes as I felt his tongue flickering lightly across my nipples. I felt as if I were in heaven! I felt his lips kissing every inch of my body. I quivered as his fingers explored me . I practically melted when he went down on me, and then kissed his way back up my body.

The moment had come. Seymour settled himself on top of me and I spread my legs. “I love you,” I whispered as I reached down and guided him in. I gasped as I felt him enter me. His loving eyes never left mine as he began pushing his hips back and forth. He started slowly but gradually he began thrusting harder and faster. I moaned in ecstasy as my first orgasm coursed through my body. I wrapped my legs around his and my body rose to meet his every thrust.

I have no idea how much time was passing, but it seemed that each moment lasted forever. I smiled at him and he lowered his head to kiss me while he continued thrusting with unending energy. I was in absolute heaven! My groans of passion became louder as I exploded inside again from another orgasm. With a sudden burst of energy, Seymour’s hips pounded into mine and I felt his jets of sperm shoot into me. He collapsed on top of me as the last of my lover’s seed filled me. We lay like that for several moments until he eventually withdrew and rolled off of me. Exhausted but happy, we lay in each other's arms and listened to the romantic music . In a matter of minutes, we were both asleep.

I wanted to make a quick side comment here. You will note that at no time do I mention Seymour and me using any form of protection. One tidbit of information I’ll bet you didn’t know is that most superheroines (the smart ones at any rate) are on birth control pills. If you think about it, I’m sure you’ll figure out why.

I woke up a couple of hours later nestled in Seymour’s arms. He was already awake and he gently brushed my hair from my eyes. I smiled at him and asked how he was.

“I’m p-p-perfect,” he said, softly. “I was j-j-j-just thinking of how lucky I was.”

“Tell me more,” I urged.

He lay back with a contented smile. “All my l-life I have b-b-b-been teased, p-p-p-picked on, and b-b-b-beaten up because I was sm-sm-smaller and weaker than the other guys and b-b-b-b-because of my st-st-stutter. Then one day there appears a girl who is able to stand up to the b-b-b-bullies of the world. She is soft spoken and sweet, and incredibly b-b-b-b-beautiful and I find m-m-myself falling in love with her. I start a fan club d-d-dedicated to her and collect every p-p-p-picture of her I can find. All I want to do is to m-m-m-meet her just once but I figured that would n-n-never happen.

“I go off to college and it turns out that she is going to the same school. N-N-N-Not only do I get to m-m-m-mmeet her, but I get to go out on a d-d-d-date with her. That was enough of a d-d-d-dream come true! But n-n-n-never in my wildest d-d-dreams would I have predicted that she would ... well, you know.”

I laughed, “Oh come on, Seymour! You went through puberty watching me run around in a thong bikini. Do you mean to tell me that for the past five years you never once fantasized that I would have sex with you?”

“Well, O.K., you g-g-g-got me there,” he said, blushing. “B-b-b-but I n-n-n-never would have imagined your giving m-m-m-me your virginity.”

I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Would you like me to give you something else?”

“What?,” he asked. I smiled and started kissing his chest. I worked my way down his stomach and then I went down on him. Monica had told me all about oral sex so I knew what was involved and it didn’t take long for me to figure out some techniques of my own. I could tell Seymour was thoroughly enjoying the experience. I began to stroke him while I sucked. Without warning, he came again and his sperm began shooting into my mouth. I swallowed every delicious drop.

We cuddled some more and after about an hour Seymour rather delicately brought up a subject I had been expecting. “Angie, do you remember what you said last n-n-night by the cabin?”

“Yes, but you can refresh my memory if you’d like.”

“C-C-C-Considering the p-p-p-problems you’ve had with it, I almost feel guilty about b-b-b-b-bringing it up,” he said.

“Don’t feel guilty, sweetie,” I told him. “You’re my boyfriend and my lover. You don’t have to ever be afraid of asking me anything. Despite everything that’s going on, we have to accept certain facts and the facts are I enjoy being tied up and you’re going to enjoy seeing me tied up. I don’t object to being placed in bondage ... just so long as you don't stick me next to a ticking bomb or something. It’ll actually be a refreshing change to be tied up under more romantic circumstances, for a change. Do you have any rope?”

Seymour nodded and blushed a little. “Kevin had a b-b-b-b-b-bunch of it and then used it when he tied up your friends. I think M-M-M-Missy took it with her.”

I laughed at that. “Why am I not surprised?” I asked.

“Anyway, I k-k-k-kind of hoped that the opportunity to use it would p-p-p-present itself so I b-b-bought some b-b-b-before our d-d-date.”

“I’ll tell you what, sweetie,” I said as he tied my wrists to the headboard. “I have plenty in my room too. Tomorrow we can go over there, chase Monica out, and you can do whatever you want to me. I’ll even wear my uniform for you if you’d like and we can pretend you’re a villain who’s captured me!”

Seymour and I started kissing again, and we made love one more time – this time while I was tied to the bed. Afterwards, he retied my wrists behind my back and I slept for the remainder of the night wrapped in his arms.

I have since been told that I was very lucky. Most guys don’t want to cuddle after sex, but at the time it seemed like the natural thing to do. The whole night was very magical and romantic. After my encounters with Bernie and Dr. Cole, I needed that.

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When morning came, Seymour and I went to the cafeteria for breakfast. Just as we were sitting down, Monica came in with another boy and we invited them to join us. Monica introduced her friend as Steve and I introduced Seymour and myself. “I’ve heard that you were here on campus but I wasn’t sure I believed it,” Steve confessed, biting into his toast. “It seems so weird having a celebrity on campus.” Steve was very good looking, had blonde hair and huge muscles.

“Gosh,” Seymour said, “I’m n-n-n-not that m-m-m-much of a celebrity ... oh wait, you were t-t-t-talking about Angie!”

I laughed and playfully shoved Seymour a little. I was amazed at the turnaround in Seymour. Less than a week prior he had practically been to shy to even talk. Give him a girlfriend, a date, and a night full of sex and he was a new person.

“I’m really not any different than other girls, Steve” I assured him. “I listen to music, I love to shop, I have a boyfriend ...”

“You can benchpress a schoolbus,” Monica interrupted, repeating my favorite joke.

“Can you really b-b-b-benchpress a school b-b-b-bus?” Seymour asked me. “I mean, honestly?”

“I doubt it,” I replied. “I did once lift my dad’s car but it was all I could do to walk the next day.”

“So how long have you two been dating?” Steve asked.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. “About fourteen hours,” I said with a smile. I looked at Monica and winked.

< Was there something?> Monica’s thought asked, responding to our usual signal.

What’s the story on Steve? I thought back at her.

< I’m not sure there is a story yet, but I’m working on it. You didn’t come home last night.>

I blushed. I spent the night with Seymour. We had sex all night long! It was so romantic!

Monica laughed out loud. < I knew it! Missy owes me five bucks! >

“Hey, n-n-no fair!” Seymour protested. Steve looked at him with a confused look.

“Monica and I can communicate telepathically,” I explained. “Actually, I can do it with anybody but it’s sort of limited. I can’t initiate the conversation.”

“Cool!” Steve said. He had this wide-eyed innocence about him and I could see why Monica was attracted to him.

“Well, it’s Saturday,” Monica said. “This is the last weekend before classes begin and we have to do homework. What do we want to do with our day?”

I drained my orange juice and thought about it for a while. “What kind of day is it supposed to be?” I asked. “I haven’t been outside yet.”

“They said on the news last night it was going to be nice,” Steve said.

“We could go to the beach,” Monica suggested. “Maybe invite Heidi and Missy to go with us and we could take a picnic for lunch.”

“Well, I’m sold,” Steve said. “How about you, Seymour?”

“You b-b-b-bet,” he replied.

“Great!” I said. “Tell you what, sweetie, Monica and I will go back to our room and get ready and recruit the other girls. You guys round up a volleyball and we’ll meet you in about an hour back at our place.” I gave Seymour a quick kiss and we left.

“Where did you find Steve?” I asked. “He’s a hunk!”

“He’s on the wrestling team,” Monica replied. “After you left for your date with Seymour, I kind of moped around feeling sorry for myself because of what happened with Kevin. I went for a walk around campus and ran into Steve over by the Student Union. We got to talking and really hit it off well. I gave him my usual hint about breakfast but it flew right over his head -- he actually thought it was breakfast I was asking about!”

I laughed. “Monica,” I said. “When you tell a guy that you’ll discuss something over breakfast, they’re going to assume you mean it. It’s a pretty obscure way of saying you want to spend the night with him first.”

“It’s never failed me before,” Monica pouted. “Maybe I’ll just go at his pace and see what happens. Who knows, it might be a refreshing change not to rush into a sexual relationship for once.” She waited a moment and added, “Nah!”

I laughed again. “Well, if he doesn’t get the idea after seeing you in that new bikini then he’s made of stone!”

Monica opened the door to our dorm and held it for me. “So tell me what happened with Seymour!”

“Oh, Monica, it was so wonderful!” I exclaimed. “He was nervous at the dance and kind of shy but I knew he wanted the same thing I did. Finally I just came out and asked him to make love to me! We went back to his room and had sex all night long! He actually kissed every inch of my body!”

“Sounds wonderful!” Monica said. “Would I be correct in assuming that you want the room tonight?”

“How did you know that?” I asked.

Now it was Monica’s turn to laugh. “Sex is very addictive,” she replied. “So it was practically a given that you would want to do it again tonight. As for how I knew it would be in our room ... Missy took all the rope from Seymour’s room when we were there last Thursday.”

Suddenly I got a telepathic message. “Shit! Somebody’s robbing a jewelry store! I need to get going!” I hurried up to our room and changed into my uniform. As I opened the window and prepared to leap out, I saw the pile of rope near my bed. I smiled and flew into the air.