Message-ID: <3281eli$9708231915@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Anndouglas@aol.com Subject: AnnD: Supergirl - F/F - (2/4) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970822130821_1192050755@emout01.mail.aol.com> The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and her friends. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story. Supergirl Part Two by Ann Douglas It took a few moments for the two lovers to refocus their attentions to the world around them. When they finally did, they became abruptly aware of the sirens piercing the night air. Kara jumped up and looked out the window to see people running in the streets and lights coming on all over the city. "Something's happened!" she exclaimed as she grabbed her coveralls off the floor and quickly put them on. "Kara....I ....I love you." Jan said as he dressed as well. "I love you too, Jan." she responded as she gave him a quick kiss. "I have to get home, let my father know I'm OK." "I understand." Jan said as he gave her a second kiss. "Meet me tomorrow morning?" he asked. "Of course!" she said as she ran out the door. As Kara raced through the streets across the five blocks to her parent's home, she saw a look of fear and horror on every face she passed. The peaceful acceptance of life among the void had been suddenly torn asunder. "Father!" Kara had called as she ran into their quarters. "Kara, thank Rao you're home." Zor-El said, a look of pain on his face that Kara hadn't seen since the night her mother had died. "What's happened?" she asked. "Our time has run out, my child." he said with a tone of defeat. "Krypton's long shadow has caught up to us." It took her father a few minutes to explain that Krypton's destruction had sent hundreds of thousands of asteroid fragments across the solar system. It was on one such fragment that Argo City rested. What had happened was that the city's long range sensors had discovered a shower of such fragments on a collision course with the city. Projected impact was in less than ten hours. "What can we do?" Kara asked as the enormity of it all sank in. "There's nothing we can do." the city's leading scientist said in resignation. "I can't change the laws of matter and motion." "The star drive." Kara said, trying to keep hope alive in her heart. "It's nowhere near ready." her father said. "I've only run trials with the....." A light of inspiration suddenly filled his eyes. A chance to snatch life from death as his brother had done years before. "The prototype, the drive is already installed on the test ship." he exclaimed. "It can carry one passenger ... you Kara." "No, I won't leave." Kara protested. "There's no time to argue." Zor-El said in a final tone. "It'll have to launch in the next three hours, before the smaller fragments enter Argo's orbital sphere. They're too small to damage the city but any one of them could be disastrous to the starcraft." Kara's mind began to spin, too much was happening too fast. To many changes to her life. She needed time to sort it all out - time she didn't have. Before she knew it, her father had finished programming the navigational computers on the prototype with the flight plan he'd recorded so many years before. With it, his daughter would follow Jor-El's son to Earth. "Ready." he announced. "We should launch as soon as we can. I'd like to think better of our fellows, but the end will do strange things to people." "Father, I...." "I love you too." Zor-El said, an eerie calm passing across his face. "And your mother loved you so much. May her spirit guide you to your new home." Kara stepped into the ship, unable to think that all she knew was fading with each passing second. Images flashed across her eyes....friends who would never see the morning dawn. Jil, Zara,,, Jan......" "Oh Jan, I don't want to leave you." she said to herself as tears ran down her face. "Father, I can't...." The words were never finished as Zor-El took a deep breath and hit the launch button. Kara's tears were reflected in his own eyes. "Noooo!" Kara screamed as she hurdled up and into the endless night. ****************************************** "Damn, I promised I was going to stop doing that." Supergirl said to herself as she opened her eyes and looked into the setting golden orb. "I can't keep living in the past." She pushed herself off the stone edge and dropped a hundred feet before she arched her flight path and glided over the mile long string of automobiles. "Might as well give them something to tell the wife and kids about when they get home tonight." Supergirl said to herself as she waved to a few of the motorists. For a moment, the waves and cheers she got back made her feel a little better. At least some people appreciated the difference she tried to make. "What I need is to wind down a little." she said to herself "To take the cape off for a while." With that in mind, she flew high into the sky in search of distraction. "Phone call for you Wienczorkowski." Officer Murphy called from across the room. "Line four." Susan Wienczorkowski sighed as she reached for the receiver. She was never going to get out of here tonight. After spending two hours at the shooting scene with an incident team, she'd gone to the hospital to check on Robinson. He was still under anesthesia from the surgery when she was there, but the doctors assured her that they'd gotten out both bullets clean and he was expected to make a good recovery. She'd spent a few minutes with his wife who also wouldn't accept her statement that it was all her fault. Mrs. Robinson had been a cop's wife far too long and had already been told exactly what happened by Dan Turpin. Back at the station house waited the usual mountain of paperwork, the last of which she'd only just finished. Doubtless this was some clerk upstairs calling who would take a certain perverse pleasure in telling her she'd filled out a report wrong and would have to resubmit it in triplicate before heading home. "Officer Wienczorkowski." she said in a tired voice as she put the phone to her ear. "What can I do for you?" "This is Supergirl." said a soft voice over the receiver. "I was wondering if that dinner offer still stands." "Yeah, right, and I'm Sharon Stone." the redhead replied. "Who put you up to this?...Myers, Zukowski.... I know, Martinez, this is her kind of joke." "This isn't a joke." the voice on the other end of the phone said reassuringly. "Look, its been a real long day and I'm tired." Susan replied. "If this is really you then you won't mind proving it." "All right, wait a second....." said the voice. Leaning back in her chair, Susan expected the phone line to go dead at that point, the joke gone sour. Instead she came back on the line. "Would it help convince you if I pointed out that today your wearing red panties with a white trim." she said. "That was pretty evident to everyone in the woman's locker room when I changed this afternoon." Susan replied. "I'm afraid you'll have to do better than that." "Go to the window on the left side of the room and look across the street." the soft voice said. Surprised that there hadn't been another attempt to describe some other object of her apparel, Susan put the phone down and walked to the window. She looked out across the street and almost fell back in surprise. Standing on the roof of the bank was a familiar red and blue figure holding a cellular phone in her hand. Susan's first thought was that Martinez had really gone the distance on this practical joke. That bubble burst when she realized that the woman in blue wasn't standing on the roof of the bank, she was standing two feet to the right of it - in open air. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she practically raced back to her desk and grabbed the phone. "It's really you!" she blurted out. "I'm sorry I thought someone had overheard that stupid invitation I'd made and was using it to play some sort of joke on me and....." "Oh, then you really didn't mean the invitation." Supergirl said, her voice reflecting just a slight hint of disappointment. "No!....I mean yes, of course I did." Susan stammered. "Well then what time would be good for you?" Supergirl asked. Susan looked at her watch. Twenty minutes to get home, half hour...no, forty-five minutes to shower and change clothes. That'd put it about seven-thirty. "Seven-thirty?" she suggested. "Why don't we make it eight, just to be sure." Supergirl replied. "Fine, its a date." Susan said without thinking. "Oh, and Susan....the name's Kara." Supergirl concluded. "Kara, that's a beautiful name." Susan said as they broke the connection. A few seconds after she'd replaced the phone on it's cradle, she realized what she'd said and felt a little silly. After all, it was just a friendly dinner, why had she called it a date. Yet at the same time, Supergirl hadn't corrected or objected to her characterization either. Or was she just reading too much into it all. Either way, she'd better get moving. By the time Susan had hung up the phone, Supergirl was already on the other side of town. Since she was going to take the night off, it wouldn't hurt to make one more swing of the city. All in all, it looked to be a quiet night. Supergirl had long ago accepted the fact that she couldn't be everywhere at one, and even she was entitled to a night off now and then. There was only so much that one woman could do. Coming in low over the fashionable Park Row section down by City Hall, the Girl of Steel's enhanced hearing caught a muffled scream. It was a type of sound she'd learn to fine tune her hearing to. That and a few other sounds like gunshots, alarms and the simple word "help." A quick x-ray scan of the area located the sound as coming from one of the upper levels of a fashionable apartment building. Silently she flew closer to the building, then a slight smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. In the living room of the expensively decorated apartment was a tall shapely blonde who she would've guessed was about 40 years old. The woman was totally naked, gagged and tied up in some sort of restraining device. Behind her was an older gentleman semi-nude wearing the top half of a store bought Superman costume. "Superman" was in the process of pushing his cock into her exposed ass. "Looks like you need a little more lubricant there, Superman." Supergirl thought with a laugh as she further considered that earth people had some really strange sexual habits. Early in her career, Supergirl had spotted a similar scene in the small town were she was going to college. She immediately smashed though the window, determined to rescue the woman whom she was sure was being raped. It was only after the "helpless victim" began screaming at her to leave her boyfriend alone that Supergirl realized that she had make an awful mistake. The few seconds she now took to further scan this apartment to find numerous photographs of the couple together prevented her from repeating those errors of youth. Normally, she would've gone on her way but she found the scene rather interesting. She didn't consider the fact that she was using her powers to watch wrong, after all she was just using the gifts that nature had given her. Her eyesight just happened to be a great deal better than the average person - a very great deal. "I wonder what Kal-El would think of this." she thought as "Superman" finally find his mark and began pumping in and out. Listening carefully, Supergirl could hear the woman now offering cries of encouragement under her gag. It was then Supergirl noticed the other red and blue costume on the floor. It only took a second to realize that it was an equally poor copy of her own. "She's supposed to be me." the Kryptonian woman laughed out loud. "I don't know if I should be flattered or insulted." After watching for a few more minutes, Supergirl took more to the now dark sky. If nothing else, at least that "Supergirl" was getting laid. Ignoring the city speed limits, after all what cop actually paid attention to them, Susan made it back to her small attic apartment in only fifteen minutes. It wasn't much, only three rooms, but then again she was almost never there. She took a moment to scan through the pile of letters from her mailbox, it was the first time she'd been home to pick up the mail in a week. Most of the assorted colored envelopes got tossed right into the nearby waste basket. The remaining bills were laid on the small phone table. She'd get to them eventually. Walking across the room, Susan began stripping as she went. The clothes that hit the floor were also something she'd get to later. It was only a dozen paces to the small bathroom and by the time Susan was in it she was down to a pair of panties. Standing in front of the small medicine cabinet mirror, the police officer took a few minutes to take stock. At 30, Susan had a harder body than when she graduated high school. Her breasts were a compact 34b and she'd never had the need for a bra. In the Army she'd always wore her hair in a sort of buzz cut. Now it was about an inch and a half longer, just enough to form into the natural curls she'd had as a teenager. Her stomach was flat as could be, the result of a daily workout. Her legs were long and powerful, again the result of a daily run. Susan had never considered herself pretty, she'd been too much of a tomboy while growing up to worry about that. An Army brat, she'd rather play soldier with the boys than get into dolls - unless of course they were GI Joe's. She remembered the day she'd given her Barbie doll a butch haircut with her father's electric razor and outfitted it with one of her brother's GI Joe's fatigues. This was long before the days it became politically correct to think of female soldiers. Her dad had found it so amusing. The Army had been her entire life, that's why it had hurt so much they they'd told her that the Army didn't want her anymore. She could've fought it of course - many women did. But given the choice of going quietly or a court martial that would've laid her personal life bare, she'd taken the road that caused the least embarrassment to her father. He never knew the real cause of her resignation. She'd told him that she hadn't made Delta Force and if she couldn't be with the best, she wasn't going to settle for second place. It was something he understood. It was only after Colonel Wienczorkowski's death last year that she'd come out. Her mother had know about her preferences since she was 17. Laying out a new pair of red lace panties, she pulled off the soiled pair she had on. It'd been clean when she changed clothes at the station house but had gotten wet during her conversation with Supergirl. The bush between her legs was slightly darker than the red stands on her head. Susan then reached into the shower and turned it on. With the way the water ran in this building, it would take a few minutes to warm up. Running her hand across her crimson locks, Susan wondered if she should let them grown. Maybe she needed a break with the past. She could always tie it back beneath her helmet. Maybe something like Carmen used to wear. The memory of Carmen brought a longing between her legs as the tall redhead stepped into the shower. It'd been a long time since she'd thought about Carmen. Back then, it'd been Captain Carmen Anna Gutteriez. She'd been the Commanding Officer of Charlie Company of which the then Lieutenant Wienczorkowski's platoon had been part of. Unknown to anyone else, even to this day, she had also been Susan's lover. The warm touch of the strong downpour felt good against Susan's skin as she stepped under the showerhead. One of the few advantages to this old building was the high water pressure. She took the bar of soap from the small wall shelf and began to soap up her body. As Susan stroked her breasts, bringing her pointy nipples to a accustomed hardness, the memory of her old love wouldn't leave her thoughts. Deep in her minds eye, she could still picture her laying naked alongside her. The softness of her rich brown flesh and the fullness of her large breasts. The sweet taste of her dark nipples and full lips as the redhead would partake of each of them. Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach as she remembered Carmen's touch. Her powerful fingers slid downward, finding their way to the bright red bush below. Continuing down between her legs and then around to the cheeks of her ass, Susan left a soapy trail of bubbles in her wake. Susan let out a soft sigh as her fingers again rubbed against her mound, reminding her that there had been few lovers since Carmen. A few one niters here and there, but no relationships to speak of. She thought of the snide remarks she'd heard from a few assholes about her and Maggie Sawyer. To tell the truth, Susan sometimes wished the rumors were true. But Maggie had been involved in a long term relationship for years now. Running her long outstretched fingers across her small mounds once again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman was reminded of how horny she'd felt lately. "God, I need to love someone." she said to herself as she again glided her fingers down across her stomach and the thick layer of red hair. With a practiced skill she parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding the small stubby clit hidden within. Closing her eyes as she leaned back against the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it. "Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from her cunt. "That feels so nice." She slid a soapy finger up within herself, followed by a second and a third. It was a poor substitute for the touch of a lover, but it would have to do. It wasn't long before she was furiously pumping her fingers in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her legs into a conflagration. The warm water had finally turned to hot, filling the tiny room with steam. The heat of which paled next to that which radiated across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy. Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O. Susan felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form. Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the shower drops, passed as the redhead rested against the now warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax. She had wanted to find a small measure of sexual relief through masturbation for the last two days but refused to do it at the police station - even if she could've found the privacy. It wasn't until she opened her eyes again that Susan realized that somewhere along the way, the image of her dark haired Latino love had morphed into that of a much younger smaller chested blonde. Quickly finishing the shower, Susan moved into her bedroom and went through her closet. There wasn't that much to pick from, she really didn't have that much in the way of civilian clothes, as she still tended to think of them. Usually she wore her uniform to any official function she went to. Then in the back of the closet, still in the dry cleaning plastic from the only time she'd worn it was the jade v-neck dress her sister had bought her as a birthday present. It wasn't something she would've bought for herself, not that she didn't like it. It was just that she was always around people who weren't too concerned with their appearance. Remembering all the complements she'd gotten when she'd worn it at her sister's anniversary party, she'd lifted it up and examined it closer. One in particular stuck in her mind, a comment from her brother in law that had he been single and didn't know better, he'd have been trying to talk her into bed. "Might as well go whole hog." Susan quipped as she pulled out the box of accessories that went with the outfit. The black high heels, the small gold earrings and finally her grandmother's locket. The appropriate makeup followed and by the time she was done, Susan looked in the mirror and was surprised by the image that looked back. It'd been a long time since she realized just how much she and her sister Janet looked alike. And she had always thought Janet was beautiful. About to get going, two thoughts suddenly hit Susan. How was it going to look, her all dressed up and having dinner with Supergirl? And where was she going to take her for dinner? All of her favorite restaurants where she usually took another woman were frequented by lesbian friends. She couldn't take someone like Supergirl there, it would be all over town by morning. Maybe she should change into that dress uniform after all so it would look like official business. "No, I like the way I look." Susan said as she checked her reflection again. "I let Supergirl decide where she wants to eat. With that she was out the door before she could change her mind. The distant chimes of a clock tower could be heard striking eight as Susan stood outside of her building. She's gotten a few strange looks from passerby's as she kept scanning the skies for the arrival of her dinner guest. It would be quite understandable if she was late, or if for some reason she didn't show at all. She was talking about Supergirl after all. She had responsibilities all over the world. Susan was still staring at the rooftops when a woman walked up to her and said hello. "Good evening, Susan." the young blonde said. "I hope you haven't been waiting here long." Susan turned at the sound of her name. It took a second for her to recognize the woman in the bright red double-breasted jacket and matching skirt. Her long blonde hair had been pinned up and back and she wore just the slightest touch of lipstick. "Super....." Susan started to say. "Kara." the Girl of Steel corrected her. "Kara,...." Susan remembered. "I hope I didn't disappoint you." Kara said. "You looked like you were waiting for me to come swooping out of the sky." "Not at all." Susan said smiling. "I actually prefer it this way." "That's great." Kara replied. "Too many people usually look at me and only see the suit. As if I was just a carbon copy of Superman. They forget I'm a woman underneath those red and blues." "I know the feeling." Susan agreed as she now realized that she could take Kara to her favorite restaurant and no one would notice. Then again, of course they'd notice her, how could they not. But without the costume they'd never make the connection. "Shall we get going?" Kara said. "I'll get us a cab." Susan said. "You'd better, this outfit wasn't made for flying." Kara grinned. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /