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SUPERGIRL SEEKS LOVE
By Barnabus
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(M/F, romance, Supergirl, first time)
SUBJECT:
Never, in a million years, would I have thought that Supergirl would choose to give her virginity to me.
WARNING:
This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual, "vanilla" sex. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
Supergirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am simply borrowing her for a while to introduce her to a sex life. This is a work of fan-fiction. This story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided the sites are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. Posting is permitted on an "Adultcheck" type site (which might cost a few dollars a year for access to many sites) but not on an "Adultcheck Gold" site, which requires much more money.
The story is set in the 1960's - or 70's. Using some of the earliest drawings of Supergirl, I've made her about five feet, two inches tall with only the suggestion of curves. Supergirl was a perpetual teenager. I this story, she has grown to the ripe **old** age of 25. And any girl who has reached 25 years old and is still a virgin may very well start to reconsider her options.
Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story, the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place . . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
The inspiration for this story came from "Scarlet(?)" who posted a photo-manip of Supergirl being raped by a Villain using a Kryptonite condom. A copy of the 'Photo-manip' is attached. A second inspiration for this story came from the story ZAZONET, (I think) I don't know the author of the story. In ZAZONET, the title character used a kryptonite salve to incapacitate Supergirl.
This is a love story. I do not expect to write further chapters, because further expansion of these ideas would only lead to abusing Supergirl, and misusing the tools developed herein. I'd rather leave our two lovers simply being happy and in love.
Condoms are a necessity in this story, but, of course, in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and they wish to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
Feedback is welcome at barnabus329@hotmail.com.
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Chapter 1 - Our first meeting.
I first met Supergirl in the operating room. She was barely conscious and in a great deal of pain, so I'm sure she had no reason to remember me. But what human male of any age, and especially one in "the prime of his life" wouldn't remember meeting Supergirl?
She had been called to destroy a meteor headed directly toward Earth, and she had accomplished her mission by flying into the meteor with such force that it split into pieces and diverted, missing our planet. Unfortunately, when the meteor broke into pieces, Supergirl was struck by many fragments, a fact that under normal circumstances would be nothing more than a minor annoyance to the Girl of Steel. In this case, however, the meteor contained quantities of Kryptonite, and the fragments that struck Supergirl became imbedded in her in much the same way that a soldier is affected by shrapnel.
Somehow, she was able to limp back to earth and crashed in the middle of a desert, where she was found by meteor hunters and rushed to a top-secret government hospital.
I was called in as consult, since my expertise is in radiation, instrumentation and engineering. My original commission was to advise the doctors of the effect that Kryptonite radiation was having on Supergirl. Other experts were called to advise the doctors on how one performs surgery upon a woman who is impervious to almost any form of attack, which in this case included an "attack" upon her by the surgeons scalpel. This, however, turned out to be a non-issue. The surgeons in the operating room quickly learned that the presence of Kryptonite fragments weakened her skin to the extent that normal human operating procedures could be used to remove the superficial fragments. And as each fragment was removed and deposited in a lead box (my suggestion), Supergirl regained more of her strength. A the Kryptonite was removed, her skin healed almost instantaneously.
Once the superficial shrapnel was removed, the doctors realized their mistake! Supergirl's skin had regained its super strength and the doctors were unable to get to the shrapnel that had imbedded deeper inside her body. At first they tried exposing her to the entire box of Kryptonite fragments to weaken her skin so that they could reach the deeper fragments. The results so traumatized Supergirl that she screamed and was on the verge of passing out.
Suddenly, my expertise became crucial.
With my engineering background, I quickly designed a box that would provide controlled radiation for Supergirl, and ordered her to be covered with a lead-lined apron leaving only the areas in need of treatment exposed to radiation. The strategy worked and greatly reduced her discomfort. I could see the appreciation in her eyes as the surgery continued, ultimately ridding her of all of the Kryptonite shrapnel. At the end of the surgery, Supergirl was exhausted. However, she grasped my hand to thank me and asked my name before she slipped into a deep sleep.
Her doctor swore everyone who knew about the treatment to secrecy. He forbad everyone from mentioning that they had treated Supergirl, or that they had even seen her. If anything about this should ever appear in the tabloids, he threatened to find the person who leaked it and to do everything he could to ruin their professional life.
Supergirl recovered quickly, and was released from the hospital the next day.
Making a long story short, there were some bits of shrapnel that had been missed, and she had to return for further treatment. But she insisted that I be present to supervise, even though others could have handled my device as well. When she had a follow-up visit with her chief surgeon, again, she insisted that I be present, even though I had nothing to contribute at this stage of the game. When the follow-up examination was completed, she made an appointment to see me individually, and she gave me directions to a secluded house outside of town.
Chapter 2 - Supergirl Hires me
Supergirl was interested in my invention that gave her controlled doses of radiation, and we discussed various ways this could be used, and different methods of obtaining the same results. Finally, she commissioned me to work with her to research different applications of the use of controlled doses of Kryptonite radiation on her. And thus, a super-secret project known only to the two of us began. We would discuss ideas, and test them at the secluded house.
I don't know how she did it, but funding came from nowhere, and there was no requirement for reporting. In fact, Supergirl forbad me from making any notes. She was absolutely paranoid that knowledge of our work or our findings might fall into the wrong hands. There was to be absolutely no record of our work. Any calculations or even 'doodling' that I made were destroyed at the end of our session, and her remarkable memory served as my notebook.
Over six months of work, we found I could make Velcro bands containing minute quantities of Kryptonite and place them around her arms, which permitted me to draw blood samples from her and to do some lab tests to see if she was being injured by the exposure to kryptonite. We knew this would work from our experience in the operating room. The only difficult part was to accurately find the correct amount of Kryptonite to achieve the desired results without endangering Supergirl or causing her discomfort. A side effect of these bands was that the strength in her arms was reduced almost to that of a normal human woman. At her request, we also developed a "belt" and a neckband. The end result was that these items combined reduced her total strength and vulnerability to close to that of a normal woman. She also asked me for a small container of kryptonite dust in a lead box, so that she could experiment with mixing it with her makeup, which seemed rather silly to me.
I prepared garters for her legs also, with the consequence that the strength in her legs was almost the same as a 'normal' woman. Once, as a joke, I prepared a garter that looked like a garter for a brides, frilly and lacy, ready to be removed by the groom and tossed over to his shoulder. When Supergirl saw it, she smiled, even blushed a little (I cannot describe how delightful it is to see SUPERGIRL actually blush), and thanked me, before she put it on and we started measuring how it effected her strength.
We tested her strength in many different configurations, the one that surprised me most was her 'scissor' strength: the force with which she could compress her thighs together, like when a wrestler gets his opponent's head in a scissor between his legs. Without the kryptonite, her strength was so great that we could not measure it. It took a lot of adjustment of the various bands and the doses of Kryptonite to reduce this force to that of a normal female.
I wasn't sure why Supergirl would ever want to be reduced to a normal human female, but when she requested something, I did my best to comply.
All during this time, our relationship grew, and we shared stories of our past and various more personal things about ourselves. I learned she was twenty-five, about ten years younger than I. (The tabloids had guessed her to be about this age, but apparently I was one of the few people who knew for certain). She told me about how she had arrived on Earth, her problems growing up, her teenage years where she was surrounded by snobbish girls who lorded their popularity over her, even though she knew that she could break their arms with a snap of her finger. She shared a story about the high school football player who had actually been foolish enough to try to rape her, and described the injuries he had received, even though she had sincerely made every effort to restrain herself.
I found that hidden inside the 'Girl of Steel' was a very small, insecure, self conscious, innocent child who was very afraid of many things, but mostly she was afraid of people and relationships. She craved companionship and even human touch, but she worried constantly that she would inadvertently injure someone if she moved too fast or too hard, which probably explains why she felt so comfortable with me once she had her K-bands in place. Also, she complained that her super strength, therefore her super skin, reduced her sensitivity to physical touch. This was good when bullets were bouncing off of her, but it was terrible when a friend brushed her hair behind her ear and she could barely feel the caress.
I began to realize that whereas the average girl learns the intricacies of human interactions gradually as she matures, Supergirl, always aware of how strong she was, had to maintain a reserve, and was never able to develop any really close relationships with men or, to a lesser extent, women. So she never had the benefit of growing up 'female' and she was painfully aware that she had never developed the natural defenses against being hurt by a careless word or action by someone she loved dearly, other than by the family who had raised her. She wanted to be comfortable as a woman, but was terrified of what might happen if she 'let go'.
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I, in turn, told her about my childhood and adolescence, how I was short ("But you're just as tall as I am," she had interrupted), fat, had buckteeth and ears that stuck out. After I reached adulthood, I dieted and worked out, not to obtain a 'Mr. Universe' body, but to maintain strength, and to develop a reasonable physique. To this day, I watch my diet and exercise enough to keep myself trim. I got my teeth straightened, and had a plastic surgeon pull my ears back.
"So that's the reason for the scars on the backs of your ears," she had exclaimed. When I questioned her, she shyly told me that she had probably given me a more thorough physical exam than any other man had ever received. Defensively, I dropped my hands to my lap, as she informed me that my heart was in excellent shape, my arteries were clear, my lungs were in perfect shape, and all of my organs seemed to be in mint condition, and, other than the remnants of a cold I'd had a week before, I was totally free from disease. There must have been something in my face, because she looked embarrassed and asked if she shouldn't have done all that. My initial reaction was indignation at the invasion of my privacy, but after a moment's thought, I laughed. "No," I said. "It's nothing that I wouldn't have done for you if I had been able."
As time passed, I grew quite fond of Supergirl, and she with me. Our relationship became somewhat 'old hat', that is, almost like members of the same family. We developed a cozy familiarity with each other and would share our affection with an occasional gift, many kind words, emotional support when needed, an affectionate hand on the shoulder when we were near each other. (On one occasion, when I shared a new discover with her, she was so pleased, she clapped her hands and threw her arms around me and hugged me. She was immediately remorseful for fear she might have hurt me, but that simple, spontaneous action proved to us the effectiveness of the bands since I had not been injured. Bit we realized that her hands were still super strong because I had bruises on my back.) In a way, became like an old married couple, completely at home with each other. Finally, after several months, our relationship had grown to the place where she revealed her secret identity of Linda Danvers to me, and explained how she used it and why she had to maintain this secrecy.
Finally, I felt our studies were completed, but then she asked me to develop a new item: a Kryptonite latex glove, (so that she would be able to shake hands without fear of injuring another person, she said). The basic concept was easy to achieve, but she spent a great deal of time demanding different refinement to the glove. She wanted a glove that would allow her to feel the same sense of touch as without it. She demanded experimentation with different concentrations of Kryptonite, to modify the actual strength in her hand. This one project took two months, and it seemed to me she was demanding much more than was actually needed. I became impatient with her finally and told her that she never had had a problem shaking hands with people before, and why was this necessary now. She actually blushed and lowered her eyes, but she softly asked me to continue the project. I did.
At last, everything seemed to be completed to her satisfaction, and she asked me to have dinner with Linda Danvers in a nice restaurant in town, as her treat.
She made the reservations and I picked "Linda" up and took her to the restaurant. I couldn't help but admire this glorious female who was accompanying me. She was small of stature, but well proportioned with long slender legs, a sweet face, big blue eyes and her hair - - - that long, wavy mane of beautiful, soft hair.
The restaurant was a small, candlelit place with our table in a secluded nook at the rear of the establishment, free from prying eyes, and very quiet. I really enjoyed her company in this totally non-professional setting and found her an extremely attractive girl, in her white, long sleeved blouse and knee length skirt with a sweater draped over her shoulders and a strip of velvet encircling her neck. The top two or three buttons had been left open, allowing just a glimpse of her chest across the table which fascinated me. (I know this was silly, since I had seen a great deal more of her in the operating room, but somehow clothing seems to add mystery to a relationship.)
"I hope that our time together is not finished," she said, leaning back in her chair after desert as she sipped her cognac.
"I certainly enjoy your company, and it has been a real pleasure working with you, but we've completed the projects you requested. I doubt that there will be any benefit to further work." (Inside, I was afraid she'd come up with another project, like the glove project, that would take a lot of time and, as far as I could tell, might lead nowhere. And frankly, even though it was very pleasant being with Supergirl, I was growing bored with this.)
"Perhaps not," she admitted. "But now I'd like to do something of a more - - - " she hesitated before finishing, "- - - PERSONAL nature."
She had ANOTHER project! I continued listening with some skepticism. I was a scientist, and at that moment felt that her personal needs were of no concern to me.
"We've talked about what happened as I grew up. You know that I dated as a teenager, but I never really had a BOYFRIEND. All the boys considered me a 'cold fish', because I was never able to respond to them. I couldn't! My powers made it much too dangerous for me to respond to a boy under normal circumstances. If I were to give boy a playful little slap, I could dislocate his shoulder. If I squeezed him, I'd break his ribs.
"Although I wasn't born on earth, my DNA is human in most ways. I went through puberty, just like every girl does. I had urges and desires, and although there were boys around me in high school, I could never do any of the experimentation that I saw my girlfriends doing.
"I told you about the football player who tried to rape me . . ."
I nodded with a smile, remembering the story.
"That experience was not entirely accidental. I had flirted with him because he was the strongest boy in school. I thought that if I could", she was a little uncomfortable as she chose her words, "if I could be - - - intimate with any boy in school, it would be him with all of his strength.
"When we ended up on lover's lane, as I hoped we would, I let him touch me and tried to let him stimulate me. I knew sex would be impossible because it would be too dangerous for him. But I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of petting - - - things that I had watched my girlfriends do. Several of my girlfriends had commented that when they asked their boyfriends to stop, they had stopped, so I felt I would be able to stop my date when I had to.
"Well, I was wrong on several counts. With my Super Strength, he wasn't able to provide me with any stimulation greater than the slightest tickle, like the caress of a butterfly wing, which although it's nice, it's not really enough for a woman. Then, when I got totally frustrated with his inability to do anything for me, and he WAS trying, he wasn't willing to stop. He called me frigid and tried to force me. To this day, I shudder when I think of would might have happened to him if he had actually been able to rape me."
I listened attentively. I was complemented that Linda, Supergirl, would be willing to share such intimate secrets with me. She was SO pretty. It would be easy to fall for her, but I knew that was out of the question for me, and especially with her, as she had just demonstrated with her story.
She paused and sipped her cognac. Then with her eyes still lowered, she continued, "I'm a twenty-five year old virgin. And my biological clock is ticking, just like every other woman's. Well, maybe mine ticks a little differently than theirs, but it's still ticking.
"But in any case, I want to have a man, just like a most other women do. But up until now, there has been no way I could even contemplate giving up my virginity."
I felt for her. I wanted to advise her, help her. "Maybe I could help you find a good gynecologist who might be able to help you."
She reached across the table and took my hands in hers and squeezed gently. My immediate reaction was fear, but then I glimpsed a wristband sticking out from under the cuff of her blouse. She was wearing a Kryptonite wristband! A Kryptonite wristband while she was on a date with me! I looked up at her.
She looked me directly in the eye and said, almost in a whisper, "I don't WANT a gynecologist. I want a LOVER."
Chapter 3 - Supergirl ASKS me
Slowly, the significance of the work we had been doing the past few months became clear to me. The wristbands, belt, garters, the latex gloves. I gulped as I remembered her "fixation" with the "scissor" strength measurements. My eyebrows must have moved upward all the way to my hairline as the impact of her last sentence registered on my dim-witted mind.
"Me?" I managed to squeak out as realization crept in. and I realized what she was asking.
She nodded
"Me??????!!" I asked again, incredulously.
She smiled at my response. "You. You are an attractive, sweet, caring man, one who any girl would find appealing."
"Wouldn't you prefer someone more," I became afraid of what I might say. I settled on a word. "someone more athletic? You're . . . " I caught myself. I was in a restaurant with Linda Danvers. I had to be careful what I said. I tried again. "You could have anyone you want. Why do you pick a short, middle aged nerd like me?"
"First of all, you're not so short. I'm five foot, two inches tall, and you're still taller than I am. Second, you cared for me when I needed you and you took my requests seriously enough that I am now able to ask you to help me - - -" she chose her words carefully, "- - -past this hurdle. And third, you're attractive, caring, loving, gentle. You're everything I would want in the man," she dropped her eyes, "who I want to help me in this way."
"Maybe you'd prefer, uh, someone," I coughed, "with more experience with women. After all, I'm locked in my laboratory every day. I don't have the opportunity to . . . Wouldn't you prefer someone more experienced?"
She lifted my hands to her lips. "I'd prefer YOU! Ever since the day I first saw you in the operating room when you seemed to be the only one who cared for the way **I** was feeling.
She continued: "You're the one I want. If you don't find me attractive, then . . . . "
"Oh, no!!" I blurted out. "You're probably the most beautiful, desirable, attractive woman I've ever met. I've fantasized about you since long before I met you. For years, I've fantasized about a dream . . . the dream of you. Then when I saw you in that operating room . . ."
Linda dropped her eyes and blushed again. She had been virtually naked on that operating table before a group of strange men. That probably would have been one of the most humiliating experiences of her life if she hadn't been in so much pain from the Kryptonite shrapnel.
I saw her embarrassment and so I skipped on to the next topic. "Working with you since then has been the most pleasant period of my life. They way you just accept me as I am.
"I can't tell you how flattered I am that you . . . asked me . . . but I can't help feeling that you can find a better choice than me."
She was slowly shaking her head with a small, almost pixyish smile on her face. I had no escape. I had to tell her the real reason why I couldn't be her chosen partner. I dropped my eyes.
"I can't help feeling that you shouldn't find a man . . . who's not . . . a . . . thirty-five year old . . ." the next word came out as a strangled whisper, ". . . virgin . . . "
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*** BEGINNING OF THE SECOND SEGMENT***
Now it was time for her eyes to widen in disbelief.
"You're a virgin, too?"
Embarrassed, with downcast eyes, I nodded.
"That's sweet!"
Now it was my turn to blush. She reached across the table and caressed my cheek, then lifted my chin until our eyes met. "Will you honor me by giving me your virginity and will you give me the pleasure of taking mine?"
I was scared to death. But now she knew. And she still wanted me. And, yes, I wanted her! More than anything.
I nodded.
She gave me the sweetest smile I could imagine. "I promise, I'll be gentle with you!"
It was strange having a woman promising to be gentle with me. I always imagined it would be the other way around.
When the bill was paid, she flagged down a taxi, and gave the cabbie her address. Then, she leaned over and kissed me as the cab started moving. We made out all the way to her apartment, very tentatively and gently at first, but our kisses began to become passionate by the time the cab pulled up to her door.
Once inside, she self-consciously puttered around, lighting a few candles, putting on soft music, and trying to be domestic. As she moved, I realized that the velvet neckband she was wearing, held in place by a broach, was a cleverly concealed kryptonite band. After the way she had kissed me in the cab, I knew that she must also be wearing makeup that has been treated with kryptonite. If she was wearing the armbands, garters and belt, that she had indeed carefully prepared for this evening.
As she finished her domestic duties, she asked if I wanted a drink. When I declined, she went to a chest and took out a package the size if a box for gloves, tied with a single ribbon, which she gave to me. I opened it, and inside there were two pairs of latex gloves.
"Put them on," she instructed as she lead me to the sofa. As we sat, she put on her pair.
With gloves on, we sat and kissed. I knew that sex would be impossible tonight . . . but I wasn't sure if there would be any other limits. Very tentatively, I let my hands began to wander. Running my hands down her arms, my touch told me that, indeed, she was wearing armbands and wristbands. The Kryptonite radiation from the gloves covering my hands was passing through her clothes unhindered, allowing her to feel every touch with a consciousness that she had never before experienced. When my hand ran down her side (noting the presence of a belt beneath her blouse) and passing her hips and down her legs, I felt her tremble at the same time I felt the garter.
Like two teenagers, we were both groping our way to find out what we could do and what would be forbidden. We were both breathing heavily and getting very excited.
My latex covered hand grazed her breasts, and she gasped, almost shrieked at my touch. I immediately pulled back, but she rasped out, "No! Don't take your hand away! I can feel it. I can feel you! I've never felt this before. Pleeeease don't stop!"
Very hesitantly, I put my hand on her breast. She held her breath, and I gave a tentative squeeze. She let out a long throaty moan which I interpreted as pleasure, and arched her back, pressing her breast into my hand.
Totally lost in her own sensations, she unbuttoned her blouse, rasping: "Inside!" I let my hand slip inside her blouse and cupped her bare breast, and she started moaning and gasping and vocalizing with an intensity I couldn't believe. I held my hand absolutely quiet on her bare breast, and she slowly calmed, but she was still breathing fast.
"We have to stop," I whispered to her.
Disappointment filled her eyes. "Why?"
"Because you're becoming vocal, which normally wouldn't matter. But if Supergirl becomes vocal, I need ear protectors and probably so does every one of your neighbors."
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, and she lay back on the sofa, effectively removing my hand from her breast.
"I can't believe the effect you had on me! When you touched my breast, the sensations flashed throughout me! Everywhere! I even felt it between my legs! How do you do that? What did you do to me? Where did you learn to do that? Are you sure you've never done this before?"
I peeled off the gloves, and buttoned up her blouse.
"So this is why normal girls enjoy sex so much!" she continued Then she chuckled, "and the sex hasn't even really begun!"
She looked at me with lowered lids and a smile and said, "We'd better recalculate the strength of the Kryptonite in all of these bands. I promised to be gentle with you and I'm not sure I can keep that promise."
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*** BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SEGMENT***
Chapter 4 - Supergirl assists me
Back in the Lab, my research started with renewed vigor. We had designed Kryptonite gloves. Now I began researching toward creating a Kryptonite condom. At first, Supergirl was embarrassed as I discussed the concepts with her, but soon her practical nature came to fore. There were probably three considerations: 1) the condom must contain enough Kryptonite so that I could enter her, 2), the tip of the condom had to contain even more Kryptonite, enough so that we could break her maidenhead (if she had one), and 3) the entire unit had to contain enough K so that I wouldn't be crushed when (if) she orgasmed.
A second project was creating a salve containing Kryptonitethat could be spread on Supergirl's body, and would have the same effect as the Kryptonite bands, or that could be applied to areas not affected by the bands. We both knew that the salve would have to be easily washed off to restore Supergirl to her full strength without delay, if needed.
The third was to develop a K-laced lotion that I could wear, to protect me.
I also purchased some headphones, similar to those worn by airlines employees, to protect my ears from whatever noises she might make, no matter how loud.
We worked together doing the research and calculations. About twice a week, Supergirl would fly me to a remote cabin in the woods, and we would "make out", like a couple of teenagers using the devices we already had and testing the new items that we were developing. At my insistence, she installed a couple of industrial strength showers, the kind used in chemical plants. We tested these also and found that these showers could wash off the K-salve, restoring her to full super strength, in 1.3 seconds, which satisfied me.
Most of our time at the cabin we behaved like two teenagers in the back of a car, or maybe like a pair of young newlyweds. We were virgins, and we both felt like fumbling adolescents as we explored each other's bodies. By the same token, I felt like a newlywed because we both knew that the answer would never be "no". I quickly learned that if I spread the K-lotion on my hands and face, I didn't need to wear the gloves, which increased my tactile pleasure. The K-lotion on my face allowed me to kiss every inch of her, and she could enjoy it. She was even thrilled as my eyelashes brushed her skin.
Although I had seen her virtually naked in the operating room, the pleasure of seeing her bare body lying beneath me cannot be described. A small woman (only 5 ft. 2.) she was small in every way. Her breasts were small, but delightful, and stood up by themselves, seemingly unaffected by gravity. Her nipples were pert, about the size of pencil erasers, and to my surprise, responded to stimulation expanding and engorging as I sucked on them, then slowly reducing in size when the stimulation ended. Her hips were narrow, almost boyish. Having seen various centerfold pictures, I had always imagined I would prefer a big-busted woman with flaring hips. But I found Supergirl's tiny breasts and narrow hips enormously erotic.
Wearing her gloves, Supergirl was able to caress me in every way imaginable without fear of injuring me, other than the same considerations that a normal woman would take.
Finally, the day came when we flew to the cabin with a box containing the condoms. The condoms were the last item to be completed, because the calculations were the most difficult. We had developed two condom designs: one for 'normal' usage and the second was a 'virgin' design which contained a heavy supply of Kryptonite at it's tip, to help when it came time to break her hymen. I had thought we would only need one 'virgin' condom, but at Supergirl's insistence, we had prepared several.
Both of us were quiet and introspective as we entered the cabin that evening. We felt like the teenagers who had been on the verge of sex and who had finally agreed that 'tonight's the night'!
I had given Supergirl flowers that evening, and somehow she was able to transport them to the cabin. Not sure what to do, I built a fire in the fireplace and she arranged the flowers and prepared cocktails. (Alcohol had no effect on Supergirl, but wanted the ritual of sipping cocktails 'beforehand'). When the fire was lit, I found her sitting on the sofa. She had changed from her red and blue costume into an opaque, white silk teddy that came to her thighs, and had a tie belt around her waist. The armbands, wristbands and neckbands were strangely incongruous with her outfit. She was sitting on the sofa with the drinks and a blanket and a towel on the coffee table. She had a look of innocence and eager anticipation that I read as that of a virgin looking forward to entering womanhood.
Chapter 5 - Supergirl confides in me
I took the blanket and spread it before the fire, spreading the towel on top. Then kneeling on the blanket, I held out my hand in invitation. She dropped her eyes and blushed, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. Then she lifted a glass and held it out to me. I went to her to receive the glass and sit beside her on the sofa, picking up the second glass and handing it to her. She smiled, and we clinked glasses and sipped.
"I'm kinda nervous," I admitted.
"You, too?" she asked. She smiled. "I'm the most powerful woman in the world, and I'm terrified!. I'm TERRIFIED of what I'm about to do with a . . ."
I filled in her missing words. "With a short, ugly, middle aged nerd who had his ears pinned back and his teeth straightened."
She smiled, shook her head. "Of what I'm about to do with a MAN!"
She put my arm over her shoulders and leaned back against me, wrapping my arms around her. She looked at my hand and pressed it against her side, then she pressed her breast against my arm. She unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt, rolled up my sleeves and gently applied K-lotion over my forearms. This done, she again pulled my arms around her and moaned softly as my forearm grazed her breast.
"Why do they call it 'making love?'" she asked introspectively.
"I don't know," I replied. "It's probably the most intimate thing two people can do, just as love is the most intimate emotion two people can share. Until the last few decades, it was generally accepted that sex was set aside only for married couples under the presumption that only married couples had an intimate enough relationship to practice it.
"It is probably the closest activity any two people can share, I doubt there is anything two people can do to be closer than . . ." I paused seeking the words, ". . . than making love."
"I'm afraid of what will change," Supergirl confessed. "I've been one thing for 25 years, and suddenly, I'll be something else. Do you think anyone will be able to see a change in me?"
I shook my head. "Only you and I will know what has happened and what has changed. And remember, it will be happening to both of us! I suspect the only difference people will notice in us is a sense of well-being that we might display."
She smiled at this. "There's something else." She started to fumble with the words, and she pulled my arms tighter around her.
"Over the past several months, I've enjoyed working with you," she continued. "I feel closer to you than I've ever felt to anyone in my life." Again Supergirl hesitated, seeming to have difficulty saying the words. Then she continued, with almost painful shyness.
"I think I'm falling in love with you!
"At first, I just wanted a partner, someone to take my virginity. Someone with whom I could have sex! Now, I want to have a lover, someone to be with for a long time. I don't know if we should talk about marriage, I don't know if that would work out between . . ."
"SUPERGIRL and a normal human?" I completed the sentence. She nodded.
I tightened my arms around her. "Supergirl, uh, Linda, I love you!" She tightened her grip on my arms. I'd never told her that before. I felt myself tremble, because I couldn't remember ever having said such an intimate conversation with anyone. I'd certainly never told anyone that I loved her before. My heart was fluttering like a silly adolescent again. Why does she have that effect on me?
I continued. "I don't know what to say! Sure, I've had a few crushes when I was young. And as an adult, I've certainly lusted after women that I've met or seen." She had been so vulnerable with the things she'd told me that I just let my feelings pour out. "I lusted after you every time I saw your picture in the newspaper with that short skirt fluttering in the breeze, or rising to expose your panties when you landed on a rooftop." She rubbed her face against my shoulder and I could almost feel her smile at my descriptions.
"But now, everything is different," I continued, tightening my arms around her and feeling her snuggle within my arms.
"I mean it, when I say I love you. I feel it deep inside. And yes, I feel a lust for your body. But I love you as a person. I've never felt this way about anyone before. And I don't know what it means.
"If you weren't Supergirl, I certainly would have considered asking you to marry me."
Supergirl asked, "Will we feel the same way tomorrow? Do people feel differently about each other after they've . . . you know!"
"Sometimes." I responded. "I think it very unlikely that two people can join together sexually and not have any change in the way they feel about each other.
"I have done some research about this," I admitted. "Since I'm still a virgin, too, this subject has taken an enormous time of my conscious thought over the years. I would guess that one of three changes might occur between us:
"First, we might not want to see each other again." She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. I continued quickly, "I don't think that will happen with us. I think that takes place when one or the other person is seeking a conquest. Once the conquest has been achieved, there is no further interest. I don't think that applies to either of us." She shook her head.
"Second, if two people are deeply in love the sexual relationship increases the bond between them as they share an even more intimate relationship. That's probably why throughout much of history, sex was generally associated with marriage.
"Third, hmmmm - - - the third situation seems to take place when the two people like each other but have only a casual relationship. When that happens, having sex seems to fixate the relationship and strangely it seems to interfere with growing a deep emotional commitment. You see this often in teenagers who are eager to experiment with sex. Frequently, they become so sex centered that they are unable to ever develop a real loving relationship. That's probably one reason the divorce rate is so high."
Supergirl was listening, but she wasn't really hearing. I wasn't telling her what she wanted to hear. "I just want to be sure we'll feel, or at least I'LL feel the same way that I feel now!" She suddenly turned in my arms facing me with her hands on my cheeks holding my face close to hers. "Promise me that everything will be the same tomorrow! That we'll still love each other just as much. Please! Promise me!"
I kissed her lips. "I promise!". She relaxed into my arms and put her face against my chest.
"But you know as well as I do that's a promise that is really no promise. There's no way either of us can know that it will be kept. I love you. I believe I'll still love you tomorrow morning, but I can't really promise how either of us will feel tomorrow."
She nodded against my chest. "I know. I wish you could!"
"Me, too." I hesitated before my next question. I knew that I was the more mature person in our relationship, not only because I was ten years older than she, but also because I had had more (at least a LITTLE more) experience in the ways of the world than she had. Still, I had to ask the next question.
"Would you prefer that we not have sex?"
She shook her head vigorously against my chest.
"Nooooooooo!" she whispered. "Oh, noooo!"
She kept her face against my chest. Was it because she couldn't look me in the eye?
"We've spent all this time to lead up to tonight. We can't just turn and walk away."
"That's not a good enough reason," I replied. "I love you. We've spent time together. I've kissed you, caressed you, petted you, I've touched and kissed every part of you and you've done the same to me. If our relationship is to continue to grow, there's only one place for it to continue to expand.
She looked at me, then she dropped her eyes. "I don't want to just 'have sex' with you. Right now, I feel like a very vulnerable little girl." Her eyes grasped my eyes. "If you just want to 'have sex', then please, let's stop right now. I WANT something more, much more! I want to MAKE LOVE with you! If you want me, then I want to make love with you. And I want to do it right now!"
She dropped her eyes, before she whispered her concluding statement. "If you don't love me enough to 'make love' with me, I'll settle for a good f___g!"
Chapter 6 - Oops!
She turned to me, put her arms around my neck for a gentle kiss. As the kiss ended, she looked around, found the bag we had brought with us and took out my ear protectors. "I've already applied the K-salve." She whispered as she place the ear protectors on my head.
We kissed again, and my hand slipped inside her teddy to caress her breast. The radiation from the K-lotion on my hands did its magic. I reveled in her moan. She relaxed in my arms, and my fingers caressed her breast, gently working my way toward the areola. Her breathing rose and she squirmed against my touch. I repeated the same treatment to her other breast. The teddy, although still tied at the waist, was pulled open revealing her small, but glorious breasts and totally erect nipples.
I ran my hand down her breastbone, down to her belly button (and yes, Supergirl does have a belly button) and an inch or two further to the sash holding her teddy closed. She trembled as I began to follow the line of the sash backward and forward across her stomach. My lips found her nipple and began a gentle suckling. Her hand found the knot of the sash and untied it. Then she brought her hand up to support her breast, keeping her nipple available to my mouth.
She lay back on the blanket, and the teddy fell open, revealing the brief panties of the teddy.
Her breathing increased as I sucked harder and hand traced the outline of her briefs, and cupped her, gently massaging her mound. I knew it would be exciting, but I was surprised at how stimulated I had become.
"Please, take off your clothes," she whispered. Regretfully, I stopped my activities to remove my clothes, while she slipped out of her panties and took the 'virgin' condoms from the box. We both knew why we were here, and we were both impatient.
"May I just look at you?" she asked.
"Of course." Silly girl! With her X-Ray vision, she could "look" at me any time she wished.
Still wearing the open teddy, her open gaze caressed my body, exciting me even more. "This is the first time I've ever openly looked at a naked man with his permission," she whispered, focusing on my erection, which grew even larger under her gaze. "May I put the condom on you?" she asked. I nodded, feeling myself grow even larger. Without moving her eyes, she tore open the package and got to her knees. Very timidly, she touched me, then held me with two fingers as she placed the condom over the head of my erection. I felt myself throb as she touched me and I suddenly became afraid.
". . . Uh, Supergirl . . . . " I managed to choke out, as she rolled the condom over the length of my erection, and I lost it, pouring my seed into the condom with a gasp.
Astonishment passed over her face, as she watched my climax spurt into the unused condom. Her astonishment quickly changed to realization, and embarrassment as she understood what had happened.
'- - - Linda - - - Supergirl - - - " I croaked out between groans.
She placed her fingertips against my penis as it spurted again, then pressed an open palm against it in time for the next spurt. Then, wide-eyed, she wrapped her fingers around it for the final diminishing spurts. Some semen leaked out from the bottom of the condom on the heel of her hand. When the spasms had stopped, she tightened her fingers around me, causing a couple of more spasms in my softening member.
She looked up at my eyes. "Did *I* do that to you?"
Shoulders slumped, I nodded, gasping for breath.
"Wow!" She almost caressed the word. "I've never seen that before." Then it was her turn to be embarrassed. "I mean, yes, I've seen a man ejaculate, and I've seen them masturbate, but to see a man climax because I touched him . . . " She seemed at a loss for words. "Wow!"
"I'm sorry!" I gasped out. "I just lost control. I guess I'm not used to . . . I mean, I'm not experienced enough to . . . I mean . . . " She put a finger over my lips.
"I'm not upset. And I'm certainly not angry with you. I'm just amazed at what I saw happen . . . . " her words faded off. She was looking at her hand.
"Is everything all right?" I asked
She started from her concentration and looked up at me. "Oh, yes!" She returned her concentration to her hand, and I realized there was a glisten to the heel of her hand. She was looking at it with her super vision. "I got some of your semen on my hand," she explained. I was just looking at your sperm." She turned her hand for a better look, and smiled. "They're cute little critters!"
"You're not upset with me . . . ?" I asked.
"Ooohh, nooo! Not a bit. You gave me an experience I never even imagined." She absently wiped the moisture from her hand. "I really enjoyed that! Can you control it?"
"Not that time, I couldn't"
Suddenly she got a stricken look on her face. "Did I just take your virginity, but I still have mine?" How could she be so worldly and so naive at the same time?
I smiled. "No, it doesn't work that way. We're both still virgins."
She looked at my limp member, still encased in the condom. "Will we still . . . ? I mean, are you . . . ? What . . . "
I started to peel off the condom and answered, "In a few minutes, I'll be able to try again. Unless you" I hesitated, " . . . unless you want to call it quits . . . "
"Oh, noooooo!" She cooed, looking at me with big, round eyes. "After seeing that, I want to more than ever!" She looked at the table and the box with the condoms. "But I must admit, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I asked you to make more than one 'virgin' condom!"
She watched as I wiped myself off with a corner of the towel. And she observed, "You're soft now. If I - - - " she was suddenly the shy child again, "- - - if I touch you again, will - - - uhhhhh - - - "
Shaking my head, I responded, "I don't think so, Right at this moment I am more embarrassed than excited. Somehow, I doubt that your touch would set me off again, right now."
She tentatively reached out to me and softly wrapped her fingers around me. "It's so soft! Who would have thought . . . I mean a couple of minutes ago . . . mmmmmmmmmm"
I put my arm around her and kissed her, quieting her babble.
We lay backwards on the blanket, enjoying the warmth of the fire. She still held me loosely in her hand, and my hand found her breast, gently rolling her nipple between my thumb and first finger.
"That's nice," she purred and she gave me a little squeeze.
We spent several minutes, simply holding each other. I began to come alive again, and she noticed the difference in her hand. "How much do you think it will hurt me?" she asked. It was a conversation we had had before. Supergirl knew she would handle whatever pain was necessary in a fight, or when protecting innocent civilians, but she had freely admitted to me that she couldn't handle pain very well under 'normal circumstances'. She had experienced pain so seldom, that she simply had never learned how to deal with it.
either of us knew if she had a maidenhead, or if it was intact, and if it was, how difficult it would be to penetrate. I had designed the 'virgin' condoms with extra Kryptonite in the tip in hopes that I would be successful. Although I hadn't told her, I was afraid that the amount of Kryptonite in the tips might negatively effect her, but I hoped that once we had been successful, we would be able to change to the 'regular' Kryptonite condoms which would expose her to much less radiation.
"There is no way we can know." I replied to her question, the same answer I had given her before. "But, your hand should be telling you that it's almost time for us to find out!"
Chapter 7 - The next step.
With a self-conscious smile, she handed me another 'virgin condom'. "You'd better handle it this time," she whispered. I accepted the package, checked the 'earmuffs', then started kissing my way down to her breasts and sucking on her nipples. Her arousal was immediate and obvious. The K-lotion I had spread on my face and lips increased her sensitivity unbelievably. I continued kissing my way downward and moved between her legs as I kissed her mound. Even though I was also an inexperienced virgin, I had the presence of mind to know that my present task was not to be the world's greatest lover. My primary concern right now had to be her virginity. I opened the package and rolled the condom in place, then applied a generous application of lubricant . . . just in case . . . ! I kissed my way back up to her chin, positioning myself for entry. We both felt me nestle between her lips, and I saw the fear in her face and felt the tension in her body. She trembled! Supergirl's hands were shaking!
"I'm scared, too!" I admitted, and she smiled and I could feel her relax. "And whatever happens, I love you!"
"Oooohh!" She signed holding me close to her. "Thank you, Barnabus. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She kissed my lips. "And I love YOU!" We kissed deeply, and I started to move into her. Her muscles twitched, but she was obviously making a great effort to keep herself relaxed. Almost immediately, we broke off the kiss - - - I think we both wanted to concentrate on other sensations and were afraid that kissing might distract us.
I inched into her, and suddenly she gasped, and I felt her reflexively tighten up. I shudder whenever I think of what would have happened to me if I hadn't been wearing the K-condom. She forced herself to relax and urged me onward. Again, I inched forward, perhaps a millimeter at a time. She kept herself relaxed, but her eyes squinted shut and she bit her lower lip, as I increased the pressure within her.
"Oh, stop, please!" she gasped. I froze in place, but I didn't withdraw. "Oh, Barnabus, I love you. But this is too hard!" I actually saw tears in Supergirl's eyes. "It hurts!" she whimpered. Unbidden, the thought flashed through my mind, "Can this be the Girl of Steel?"
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"NO!" was her immediate and decisive answer. "Do it, but do it quickly! Please!"
The Kryptonite tip of the condom had been in contact with her hymen long enough to 'soften it up'. I whispered in her ear, "I love you, Linda! I love you, Supergirl!" I felt, rather than saw, her smile as she heard my words and relaxed. Then, I thrust into her as quickly and as hard as I could.
Chapter 8 - Virgins no longer.
Never in my life, either before or since, have I heard the sound she made. It may have been a moan, but it sounded like a death rattle gurgling in her throat. Her vaginal muscles tensed around me for an instant, and I felt her go limp on the floor, tears freely flowing from her eyes. Aside from a squinting of her eyes, she didn't move.
"Supergirl . . . ?" I whispered tentatively. There was no response.
"Supergirl . . . Linda . . ."
She released a long slow breath of air, and after a moment, she opened unseeing eyes, which slowly came into focus through the tears. Her eyes found mine and I felt the remaining tension in her vaginal muscles relax. Her lips turned upward into a small smile.
"You did it!" She whispered. "I never thought it would be possible!" Then she broke out into a glorious smile. "I'm no longer a virgin!" I felt weak arms (is that possible?) move around me to hold me gently. "Thank you, Barnabus!" She kissed me. "Thank you!"
Suddenly, I realized that I was no longer a virgin either. The magnitude of everything swept over me. I had just taken SUPERGIRL'S virginity. I was inside her, almost to the hilt. And without warning, a climax flooded over me, and I began madly pistoning into her as a wild, unthinking and uncontrollable orgasm had me pouring spurt after spurt inside of her. Irrationally, the thought ran through my mind, "I'm cumming inside Supergirl! I'm cumming inside Supergirl!" I was actually f___g Supergirl!
After what felt like an eternity, my orgasm dribbled to an end, and I collapsed on top of her, panting wildly.
Eventually , I raised my head to look at her. She was looking at me with awe and wonder in her eyes. "I'm sorry - - - ", I stammered out.
She broke into a huge smile. "I'm not! That was wonderful! I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that!" She pulled me into a warm hug. "Tonight has really been a night of 'firsts' for me. It had never occurred to me how much I would enjoy someone else's orgasm. Not only could I see it in your face, but I felt it, too!" She sighed. "It was wonderful!"
I relaxed in her arms, still holding her close, still terribly embarrassed, but enjoying the moment as I felt myself shrinking inside of her. I pulled out, and to my shock, I realized the condom was still inside her. I had to break our embrace to pull it out. She moaned and shuttered as the K-condom left her. I rolled off of her and reached to drop the condom into a lead box on the table, but paused as I noticed it had red streaks on it, streaks of blood, - - - Supergirl's virginal blood, the proof of her innocence, if any proof were needed.
"There was a LOT of Kryptonite in that condom, wasn't there?" I nodded, and she continued, "I didn't realize how much it was effecting me until it was out of me." She shuddered. "I think it was making me nauseous, but I'm already beginning to feel better now." She curled up into my arms. "I guess I didn't notice its effects before because I was distracted by something else!"
Suddenly, she tensed.
"Barnabus - - -" It was her frightened little girl voice again. "Barnabus," she hesitated again. "- - - do you - - - still love me?" I nodded my head, but she continued. "Do you still want to make love with me?"
"More than ever!"
She noticeably relaxed in my arms. "Goooood!" She was purring into my chest.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to be better for you," I apologized.
"Don't worry about it. If nothing else, I will treasure the memory of what we've just shared." She looked into my eyes before continuing. "That is, unless you give me something better to remember."
"I hope I can"
"Then I have faith that my time will come!"
We lay like that for a long time, not speaking, she caressing my chest with one hand, I running my hand through her blond hair, occasionally brushing it back over her ear. I kissed the top of her head, and she raised her face to mine, inviting another kiss. I obliged by kissing her lightly in the forehead, her eyebrows, then on each eyelid, and on the tip of her nose. Our lips met softly, then we lay cheek-to-cheek, breast to chest, thigh to thigh. She lifted her leg over mine and pulled me closer to her.
In hushed whispers we talked about everything and nothing. My hand cupped her breast and she arched her back into my hand. And her hand found my penis and started an exploration of my lower regions, which were beginning to show life again.
"Have I been too honest in what I said to you? Do you think I'm behaving like a slut? That's such an ugly term. Have I come on to you too strongly?" she whispered in my ear, rising so she could lean on her elbow and look down into my face.
"I doubt that I would ever fall in love with a slut. But I love you!" I reassured her.
"Am I what you imagined I would be?" She asked.
I exhaled deeply. "Oh, Linda. That's not a fair question. It's just not fair!
Chapter 9 - My fantasy
"Probably every red-blooded man in America has fantasized about the 'sex thing' with Supergirl. I used to daydream of having you lie on your back, arms over your head, gazing at me with longing in your eyes, offering me your breasts, pulling my mouth to your nipples, your hands cupping your breast and lifting it to my mouth . . ."
"How do you do that?" she asked with a puzzled expression. I demonstrated. She kept her confused expression.
"Why would I want do that?" she asked. I reminded myself that although she was Supergirl, and was twenty-five years old, she still lacked a lot of 'worldly' experience.
"For a couple of reasons. The first one is that it's a turn-on . . . '
"It is?"
I smiled at her. "Yes, it is." The second reason is that it supports the breast and keeps it from flopping around, and avoids it slipping away from your partner."
"My breasts aren't big enough to flop around,"
I paused, probably with my mouth open. I really didn't have a response to that. Lamely, I answered, "My fantasies didn't take that into consideration."
A smile flickered on her face, followed by a smile on mine and we both burst out laughing. She leaned down, pressing her torso into my chest and kissed me. We both enjoyed the chuckle and each of us told the other that we loved them.
She rested her cheek on my breastbone, running her hand over my chest, and she asked, "Then what??
"Huh?"
"What happens next? In your fantasy?"
"Oh, yes!" I returned to my train of thought.
"You would draw me on top of you, and we would make love, and you would willingly gave yourself to me.
"But that was always a fantasy with an image - - - the image in the newspaper or tabloid. That was never real --- never with a real person.
"Now, here I am with you, the REAL Supergirl, the woman I've fallen in love with. I cannot forget that you are Supergirl. But I want to make love with Linda as much as I want Supergirl! I'd like to forget you are Supergirl and simply make love to the wonderful, soft, loving woman who is with me right now."
We kissed some more, and both of our hands wandered, searching out the secrets of the other, gently drawing joy from anything we did that pleased the other. Our kisses became more ravenous and I began caressing her mons, while she found my now erect penis. She moaned and whimpered, and she started flailing, ... her hands slid all over my body.
When our kisses broke, we were both breathing hard. Her eyes were lidded and she looked like she was in heat. She rolled onto her back, reaching to the table to get a 'non-virgin' condom, which she handed to me. Then she raised her arms above her head, and took a quick look downward at her chest. She smiled. "Putting my arms over my head really opens my breasts to you, doesn't it?" I nodded. "Do you put the condom on now, or does it have to wait until later?" she asked.
Chapter 10 - Love consummated
"Probably now," I answered, opening the package and putting it on as she watched intently. I was confidant that, having climaxed twice in rapid succession, I would be able to last longer this time. She gazed at me. Was that longing in her eyes? I bent down and kissed her nipples, and her hand came down behind my head, caressing me and gently pulling my mouth to her breasts. We both started breathing faster as the mutual stimulation rose. One hand slipped from my head, and she cupped the lower portion of her breast, raising it and offering it to my mouth, an offer that I eagerly honored. She moaned again. "You're right," she whispered. "This IS a turn-on."
I suckled her, as she proudly presented her breasts to my lips. Our breathing increased almost to panting before I let my hand slip down to her mons and labia. I parted her lips, and ran my finger across her opening. She gave a sharp intake of breath, tensing momentarily, but immediately forcing herself to relax. My explorations found her clitoris. Her shriek was so loud it probably would have deafened me if I hadn't been wearing the ear protectors. I rolled her clitoris gently between my thumb and forefinger, and I actually saw goose bumps form on her body. She began rolling and thrashing in response to my fingers.
I had already climaxed twice this evening. Now, I concentrated on Supergirl and her every sound and every move. She was groaning and rolling her hips. Briefly, I felt pressure from her arms trying to pull me on top of her, but I remained by her side, gently, but continually rolling her clit. Soon, her arms fell weekly by her side as her hips thrust into my hand, and moments later, I heard her scream as an orgasm engulfed her. Her legs clamped together capturing my hand and fingers. The strength of her legs hurt my hand, but nothing was broken. The various protections we had built into our preparations proved their worth as I observed that I hadn't been injured as she orgasmed.
I remained quiet as she came down from her climax, but I didn't move my hand. Soon, I started caressing her again, as I simultaneously sucked on her nipples and let my finger find her opening. She responded almost immediately, but this time, she insistently pulled me and moved me on top of her, between her legs. Almost frantically, she pulled me to her. I wanted to take a moment to put on some lubricant, but there was no way she would wait and, being a gentleman, there was no way I could refuse her.
I found her opening and slowly began to enter her. She was so wet that I didn't need any extra lubrication. Her reactions were mixed, both wanting me inside of her, but afraid that she might experience the same pain she had the last time.
After a painstakingly slow, hesitant progression, my pubic hair finally meshed with hers, and we both knew I had entered her as far as I could. She gave a contented sigh, murmuring, "It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt this time. It doesn't hurt! Oooh, Barnabus, do me! Make love to me. Please!!!!!"
I began a gentle thrusting. After a few fearful seconds, she became reassured that the pain would not come back and she began to relax. Again, I paid attention to every movement and sound she made, observing her every reaction. I did everything I could to stimulate her further, to draw her to orgasm, to increase her pleasure of the moments.
I knew that the Kryptonite, in addition to increasing the sensations that she felt, also reduced her inhibitions, allowing whatever libido she had to rise to the surface. Her previous responses had indicated that she really possessed a strong drive, and I had been right in my estimation of her. Soon her legs lifted and wrapped around my back to pull me into her. Her bucking hips and her gasping soon had me quickening my strokes.
Thrust for thrust, her hips met mine, frantically holding my head, then my shoulders, then the blanket. She began clawing at the table and then slapped her hands flat on the floor again, moaning and grinding her hips into me. I found and squeezed and caressed her stiff nipples while moving my mouth against hers.
She grunted and kissed me violently, her tongue darting and swirling inside my mouth. This was the shy little meek and mild girl from earlier this evening! She was breathing in gasps and swallowing hard, her hair strewn across her face as if blown in a wind.
She gripped me tightly. I enjoyed the tightness of her gripping me every time I penetrated her. Every time I withdrew, I felt her lips tighten around me as if to say she was unwilling to permit me to disengage her.
She began to tremble, but it was a different type of trembling this time.
Seemingly instinctively, Supergirl clenched tightly. I was enraptured by the sudden tightening around my member. The K-devices were all functioning exactly as they should, and although she was very strong, nothing was happening that was greater than what could be expected from a 'normal' female. I pumped harder and faster inside her body while her moans and grunts increased in frequency and intensity.
I was aware of everything, but I really wasn't prepared for this, for what it was like. It was so much more than I expected it would be. Furiously crashing together, everything was somehow perfect, everything I anticipated, everything I hoped for, everything I craved: a perfect expression of love and sex.
Between gasps, she started breathing my name over and over. Her voice raised higher and higher, I could sense the ear-protectors doing their job as I sped my thrusts into her . . . thrusting harder and harder. We were engulfed in the sounds of our tortured breathing, our voices whimpering, crying out, moaning.
Supergirl's hips rocked instinctively, meeting my thrusts with her own. I drove harder and faster into her, pumping and driving to my heart's content I drove hard, feeling her muscles gripping me. I felt her orgasm building and developing into a crescendo. We were no longer moving in rhythm but mindlessly crashing together. She groaned my name and I felt her body tense.
She grunted deeply, held her breath... I could feel her hips stop moving for perhaps three full seconds, tensed and taut all over, then and then the marvelous feeling of her climax, as her orgasm exploded. She screamed as her body finally released, her juices freely flowing.
"UHHHH.....ooohhhh Goddddd Baaaaarnabus...." She howled like no other woman I'd heard before. I fought to stay with her in the throes of her climax, as her hips bucked and jerked, lifting us both completely off the floor... grinding her sex into me, both of her hands pulling my hips into her.
Without warning, I tensed and exploded inside her. She throbbed and clenched me with a firm grip.
Supergirl's orgasm lasted a full minute, perhaps even ninety seconds. She would loosen her grip on my hips, then suddenly clutch tighter, relax... then pull again as my movements slowed and she slowed hers ... both of us breathing heavy. We finally slowed and I stopped thrusting, finally relaxing atop the drained Supergirl, who lay motionless underneath me, panting.
Little by little, she relaxed, cooing a chorus of "uhhmmmmm... ohhh Barnabus... uhh uhhhnnnn... oooooo...uhh uhhmmmm... ohh my Godddd Barnabus...." Finally she was lying breathing and softly murmuring under her breath. I stayed very still, my hands holding her hips lightly.
Epilog
We both settled into a satisfied quietude. Looking into each other's eyes, we smiled. In the most elemental sense, we had accomplished what we had come to do. I was softening, so I used a finger to hold the base of the condom to me as I withdrew. I wasn't sure what would come next.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked through dreamy eyes.
"No. I expect I'll be bruised in the morning, but no serious damage." I disposed of the condom before nestling to her side with my arm around her.
"I'm sorry . . . " she whispered.
"No, you're not,' I smiled at her.
She smiled and lay her head on my arm. "You're right! I'm not sorry. I'm sorry if I bruised you, but I'm not sorry for anything else we did."
he smiled a dreamlike smile. "I promised that I would be gentle with you," she whispered. "I guess I **really ** got carried away." She looked at me with concern, "but I promise you, I would have stopped if I thought you were really being hurt!"
"I know," I reassured her. I continued, I'm sorry that **I** hurt **you**." She shrugged as if to say 'It was nothing.' I continued, "How badly did it hurt . . . I mean, the first time?"
Her eyes became distant as she looked at me. "More than you can imagine." Again, she snuggled her face against me. "I'm glad I only had to go through that once! Her eyes met mine and she ran her knuckles along my chin. "And I'm glad it was **you**. I can't imagine having anyone else - - - " she hesitated, " - - - do it."
She placed her fingers on my cheek. "Do you still love me?" Supergirl asked. How can the Girl of Steel, the strongest woman in the world, still be so insecure. I nodded, murmuring a "yes" into her ear.
"How much?"
"Immensely!"
"Has anything changed for you? I mean, now that we've - - - " her voice fell off.
"Only that I love you more now than I ever did before!"
"You know, you've been right about everything you told me. Sex is the most intimate experience I've ever had with another person. And you were right, when you said that sex strengthens love if the two people involved have a solid love before they engage in sex." I wondered where this was going. . Now that she had given her virginity, was this the start of a "Dear John" letter?
"You've been incredibly good to me," She continued. "You're kind, gentle, caring, and always kept me foremost in your mind. I trust you more than anyone I've ever met.
"I know, being a woman, I'm not supposed to say this," she hesitated, then met my eyes, "but I want to keep what I have, I want to keep you, the most caring and considerate man I've ever known. I want to marry you, Barnabus."
I was astonished. But in a way, this was not completely unexpected. I had to remind myself that I was the 'more experienced adult'.
"Linda," I began. (Somehow, I just couldn't discuss marriage with **Supergirl.** "Linda," I continued, "I am truly touched by what you're saying. I love you, and there is nothing I would like more than to be married to you. But for now, the answer has to be, 'Let's wait.'
"I am your first sexual partner, and I treasure your giving me your virginity, and I cherish that you were the one who took mine.
"We have been working very closely for several months, and that has been a greater pleasure than you can imagine. I think we both have a deep and precious love for each other, a love that is greater than anything I've ever experienced before.
"But we both need to spend more time together --- not as colleagues working side by side like we have been, but as friends and maybe lovers.
"We'll spend the rest of this weekend together, then I have to resume my regular work and you must attend to your duties. We will date as Barnabus and Linda. We'll get to know each other better. Maybe, we'll grow together even more and marry, but only as time ripens our relationship and love."
I folded her in my arms and drew her face to my chest. I felt her tears, as she allowed her vulnerability to be exposed, and I felt great compassion for her. I ached with her disappointment, but I couldn't forget the innocent, insecure, self-conscious little girl that Supergirl had been, and still was. She was showing much more confidence now and seemed to be maturing, or at least growing up, but in many ways, she was really still a child, even at age 25.
I think she knew I was right, but she was so involved with emotions and hormones right now, it was difficult for her to accept it.
Gaining control of herself, she wiped the tears away. "I don't remember how long it's been since I cried," she admitted. "And I don't remember how long it's been since I've been this tired! These K-bands and the salve seem to allow me to get tired just like anyone else." She lifted her eyes to mine and smiled. "And I HAVE had quite a workout tonight!" She caressed my chest with her cheek.
"Right now," she said, "I'm enjoying the feel of being held by you. And I think I'd like to take a nap with your arms around me." She nestled a little deeper against my chest. "But tomorrow when I'm rested, or maybe even later tonight, - - - " she looked up at me again, "I want some more of this 'sex thing'!"
I smiled and nodded, and she dropped her head against my chest again and soon I felt her relax even more and her eyelashes flutter. Gradually, her breathing slowed and became deeper.
The end.