Title:
Earth and Flame
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TBoarder
Rating:
NC-17 F/F sex
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notes: 1: This story takes place a few months after Titans: Truth or Dare
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"Are you sure about this?"
Troia asked me as I was leaving Titans Tower.
"What's wrong? I'll be back later. I just have to work off some steam, that's
all” I wasn't lying.
"I know what's going through
your head Tara. You don't have to prove
anything, to us or to yourself."
"I know. Doesn't change anything though. Don't worry, I'll be careful. Promise." I gave Donna my best reassuring smile.
"Let me come with you
then. You can't tell me it won't be
good to have someone watch your back."
I hated when Donna spoke like that.
I hated when Donna smiled like that.
She could convince the Pope to renounce religion if she wanted to, I
think.
I was resolute though. "I'll be fine." I turned and gave her a hug. It didn't convince her totally, I could
tell, but she knew she wasn't gonna make me budge. I can be really stubborn when I have my mind set on something.
Then Donna decided to cheat. She kissed me. She kissed me. I'm
not talking a peck on the cheek kiss; I'm talking an open-mouth,
tongue-dancing, I-wanna-fuck-you-senseless kiss. She never made things easy for me. It took every bit of will power to smile and repeat myself. "I'll be fine."
Okay, that one was a lie. I'm only human. I dare anyone in existence to turn their back on that and not
feel guilty. It's impossible. But despite the guilt, and despite the fact
that not accepting Donna's invitation would make me officially the most
bone-headed person in existence, I turned and created a boulder to fly
off. I knew I'd be regretting it that
night. "I'll be fine." I whispered to myself one final time as I
flew off, trying to convince myself it was true.
I know what you're thinking. "What's the big deal?" I'm pretty powerful; I can definitely take
care of myself. Chances are, I wasn't
even gonna run into any problems. I'm
not Superman; I don't have super senses to detect every scream for help in a
million mile radius. I'm just Tara
Markov. I move dirt for a living. No, I'm not a construction worker. I'm a super-hero. I can move lots of dirt.
I can move mountains if I don't mind giving myself a brain
aneurysm. So what IS the big deal? It's my birthday. Rather, it's the birthday of the girl whose life I took for my
own. The Tara Markov before me was a
Titan as well. She joined the team six
years ago. And then she tried to kill
them. She failed, and killed herself
instead. The Titans told nobody about
her betrayal though, so when I took the name and powers, I thought I was doing
so in homage to a hero. Imagine my
reaction when I found out I was wrong.
Then imagine my reaction when I found out that I might actually BE the
original Tara Markov, back from the dead.
I know that's not true now. I'm
still Tara Markov though, just not THAT Tara Markov. Long story for another time.
That doesn't mean that I'm not worried anymore that I'll end up
betraying my friends the way my predecessor did. The fear will always be in the back of my mind. It tends to become more prevalent around
this time of the year, around my... her birthday. So every year I go out and play Superman. I go out into New York and beat up a few
muggers, stop some robberies, and rescue cats from trees. Yes, I know I'm overcompensating, but I have
to prove to myself that I'm not a psychotic lunatic bent on killing all of my
friends. I'm not exactly convincing
myself about the psychotic part.
I guess that's why Donna was
worried. Going out like this, with my
mind so preoccupied, can be dangerous.
There's also the fact that I'm alone.
I'm used to working with a team.
It's rare that I ever take a mission on my own. It's rare that I want to. I knew what I was doing though. I just needed to work off some steam, the
kind of steam that can't be worked off sparring with Donna and Kory.
By early afternoon, I'd managed to
do pretty much nothing. I was bored and
fidgety. It was my own fault for
expecting a full daylight crime wave to break out. I never said I thought this through very well. I was pretty much ready to call it quits
when I heard a loud noise, like tearing metal, coming from the Brooklyn
Bridge. Finally, something. A car wreck was easily something I could
take care of. As I flew off towards the
bridge, I noticed things were worse than a simple car wreck. Plumes of smoke rose into the air and the
rending metal sound didn't stop. I
clicked the panic button inside my glove, letting the Titans know there was
trouble, and headed in. As I closed, I
saw what the problem was. A prisoner
transport from the Slab was turned over on its side, with a gaping hole ripped
out of it. The additional wreckage was
immense, with at least a half dozen police cars demolished and another 3 in
flames. The prisoner now held one of
the still-in-one-piece police cars over her head. She was out of police targets though, so she took aim for an SUV
outside the wreckage. I saw the
passengers try to flee, but there were too many packed in to all get out in
time. Just my luck, she chose a soccer
mom's car. I was looking at at least
half dozen dead kids if I couldn't stop her.
I swooped in on my floating rock,
trying to pick up as much speed as I could.
The moment I was over the bridge, I jumped back off the rock and sent it
barreling into the prisoner. The boulder crashed into her back and crumbled
immediately from the impact. She was
barely fazed, but startled enough to drop the police car. Two problems with that plan though. First, I was 15 feet above the bridge when I
jumped. My ankle twisted and popped
when I landed awkwardly in the wreckage and my knee slammed hard into the
ground. Second, there was no one to
catch the police car when the woman dropped it. Whoever was inside was gonna be hurting, if they were still alive
at all. But the kids were saved, for
the moment.
I was finally able to get a good
look at the escaped prisoner, a red-haired woman with a green costume. I recognized her from the files. Her name is (appropriately) Knockout. If I remembered right, she was one of
Superboy's enemies, an escapee from Apokalips.
Apokalips. I was so dead.
Luckily, she didn't see me in the
rubble. Unluckily, she was barely
affected by the hit she took. Her eyes
darted back and forth, trying to find who messed up her throw. Thanks to the damage she caused to the
bridge, I had lots of ammunition to throw at her. Unfortunately, seeing that my boulder barely fazed her, none of
it was big enough to hurt her. I just
had to distract her until the big guns arrived though, so I began pelting her with
fist-sized bits of concrete from all sides and crawled behind the overturned
prisoner transport for cover. If
Knockout found me, I'd be nothing more than a red smear on the pavement.
"Well, what do ya know,
Pup? You finally learned how to move
things without touching them!" I heard Knockout yelling through the dust
storm I'd created from the crumbling rocks.
Great. She thought I was
Superboy. "You're still not gonna
capture me again though. C'mon kid,
don't you remember the great times we had?
Help me out here, and I'll go back to training you. I'll forget that you were responsible for
locking me up in that cell.
KID!!!"
She was ranting. That was good and bad. It was good because she was
preoccupied. It was bad because if she
found me, I'd probably get hurt really bad before she killed me. So much for a quick death.
At least I could decide how I wanted
to die. I could either go charging in
on a kamikaze run, or I could keep hiding and wait for the psycho redhead to
find me. Neither option really appealed
to me much. By now, I was hoping anyone
from the team would show up to help.
I’d have even taken Gar’s help.
I’ve really gotta be careful what I wish for sometimes though. Just as I was about to make my decision, I
heard a way-to-cheerful voice come from behind me. “Hey, what’s a girl like you doing in a war zone like this?” That was my help. Bette Kane, Flamebird.
And I thought death was an inevitability before.
“How’d you get here before Wally and
the others?” I asked as she ducked behind the truck with me.
“The rest of the team is on their
way? I just happened to be in the
neighborhood, I didn’t hear the alarm.
Got lucky finding you though.”
She smiled. “What’s the plan?”
“What? You don’t have one yet?”
I managed a half smile. Okay,
when you get past Bette’s overabundance of enthusiasm, she’s actually a very
talented heroine. I was more than
willing to put the planning in her hands.
Anything so I wouldn’t have to take the blame for the inevitable mess.
“Well, now that you mention it…”
Great, now I was officially worried. “I
found these lying over there, next to the gaping hole Knockout made in the
truck. I think they’re her cuffs.”
I took the large, metal manacles
from her. They were definitely cuffs
for someone strong. They were made to
cover a prisoner’s entire forearms and hands, and they weighed a ton. “So, what?
Are we just gonna ask her to play nice, cuff herself, and come with
us? And how do we know that these will
hold her? She broke out once…” It was
starting to get difficult, whispering to Bette and continuing my barrage on
Knockout.
“Actually, I think she was let
out. I saw the guard who was supposed
to be watching her. Her pants were
around her ankles. I think Knockout
seduced her into undoing the cuffs then killed her. Which gives me an idea.
Wait here, and when you find an opening, try to move in and cuff
her. You can stop hitting her with
rocks too.”
I didn’t like the sound of
this. I watched Bette stand up and walk
into the middle of the crash area.
“Hey, Red!” she called out, getting the woman’s attention. “Superboy couldn’t make it, but if you want
someone to teach, I think you’ll find I’m a much better student than he
was.” Bette dodged one punch that
looked like it would take her head off, and then tumbled back, away from a
second punch.
“What makes you think I want another
student?” Knockout faced her, fists
clenched. “The pup and I belonged together. We worked well with each other. I’d break you in half.”
“Maybe I’d like to get broken in
half.” Bette threw a high kick to
Knockout’s face. Knockout didn’t even
move. Bette didn’t lose her smile
though. She was having way too much fun
with this.
Knockout dropped and swept a low
kick towards Bette, which she easily jumped to avoid. I had no clue what Bette was trying to do anymore.
“C’mon KO, Superboy wasn’t right for
you. Me, I’m willing to do anything you
ask. Anything.” Bette dropped to her knees in front of
Knockout; her face couldn’t have been more than two inches from her
crotch. “With my powers and your
strength and fighting ability, we’ll be an unstoppable team.”
Powers? What powers? Okay, I was
slow on the uptake here. Took me a
minute to realize what she was talking about.
I concentrated and lifted a bit of rubble off the bridge. I noticed Bette had her eyes closed while I
did this, her face scrunched in a look of intense concentration. Looked more like constipation. What an over-actor. I do NOT look like that when I use my
powers.
“You may be pretty good, but you’re
lacking some of the kid’s equipment.”
Knockout was actually not trying to kill Bette anymore. She looked interested.
“Is that kind of equipment really
needed?” Bette slowly reached her hand up and slid her fingers over Knockout’s
stomach. “You’ve never thought of
having a girl partner?”
Knockout just smirked. “Kid, you have no idea…”
Bette leaned in closer, her nose
practically touching Knockout’s crotch now.
“And I never will unless you teach me.”
I was hoping Bette’s plan would get me the opening I needed soon. The innuendo was starting to make me
wretch. Jealousy had nothing to do with
that feeling. Nothing at all. Nope, not a thing.
Knockout tilted Bette’s head up with
a finger and looked her in the eyes.
That was when I saw it. Bette’s
smile grew, her hands wrapped softly around Knockout’s legs at the knee.
<<FFLLAASSHH!!!>>
The flare in Bette’s goggles went
off and she flipped back away from Knockout, who was starting to flail
wildly. Right as Bette leapt away, I
nailed Knockout with about 10 tons of sludge from the bottom of the
Hudson. We knew it wouldn’t hurt
her. But combined with her blindness,
Knockout couldn’t maintain her footing.
She fell down with a loud splush.
That was my opening, as I ran into the slippery mud, using my powers to
clear a path so I didn’t end up on my face.
By the time I reached her, Knockout was pushing herself up, trying to
stand again. The look in her eyes was
frightening. If she got away, a lot
more people were going to die. We
pissed her off that badly. She was off
balance enough for me to slam the cuffs on her hands though. They automatically locked into place. Then before I could get out of the way,
Knockout slammed me in the chest with her cuffed hands. Apparently we didn’t take that part into
consideration. I flew back 20 feet and
skidded to a stop against an overturned car.
I could tell immediately that a couple of ribs were broken. I’d be lucky if that was all that was wrong.
Knockout was flailing wildly. “I’m gonna kill you and your little whore
girlfriend!!”
“Yeah, whatever.” I was getting annoyed and wanted to end
this. I reached out with my powers and
caused the concrete to fall out from beneath Knockout’s legs, sending her
tumbling toward the Hudson. As Knockout
began to fall, I saw Bette jump into action.
If she hit the water, she’d get away, cuffed or not. Fortunately I knew Bette could handle
this. She shot one of the patented
Bat-grappling hooks that Nightwing gave her.
The line sailed down and wrapped itself perfectly around Knockout’s
ankle. Bette braced herself against an
overturned car and looped the line around her wrist. Even with both hands, Knockout was too heavy though. Bette’s shoulder popped out of its socket as
she tried holding Knockout aloft. She
dug her feet in and managed to loop her end of the line around the bumper of the
prison transport. Miraculously, it
held. Hanging upside-down in the air, with
her hands covered by the cuffs, Knockout couldn’t get any kind of leverage to
break free. Bette and I actually beat
her. Barely.
I limped over to Bette and helped
her finish tying the line. We both
collapsed against each other’s backs from the pain. “We won…”
“I knew we would” Bette looked over
her shoulder to me. Even in pain, she
managed a confident smile. “I can’t
believe she called you a whore though…”
I don’t remember ever being in such
dire need for a shower. The Titans
finally showed up and took care of properly restraining Knockout until the Slab
could send a new transport. Raven
healed most of mine and Bette’s wounds.
I’d be walking with a bit of a limp for a while, but it was better than
the alternative.
When
I finally got back to the tower I made my way to my room, stripped down, and
lost myself in the shower. I don’t know
how long I was in, just letting the water flow over my incredibly sore body
before I was startled out of my relaxation by a knock on the door. I swore under my breath, threatening to kill
whoever it was who was knocking as I wrapped a towel around myself and answered
the door.
I answered the door and the death
threats going through my head disappeared instantly. Bette was standing in front of me, wearing an incredibly short
red skirt and black leather knee high boots.
Good thing the towel I was wearing was really thick and heavy. I wouldn’t want Bette to see the reaction
she was getting from me. Turns out it
didn’t matter anyway. I was staring.
“Tara? I’m up here.”
How is it I can want to kill someone
I like so much? We haven’t known each
other for long. Bette and I just
recently joined the team, Bette a couple weeks before me. We talked occasionally; we trained with each
other a bit. Okay, we didn’t train; she
mostly kicked the crap out of me. Every
time we’d talk though I’d find myself enthralled by her sense of humor, her
adventurous personality, and her long, gorgeous legs. And every time we talk, I end up wanting to kill her. She always catches me staring at some part
of her body I’m not supposed to.
“I know that.” I jerked my
head up to look her in the eyes.
“What’s up?”
“I wanted to see how you’re
doing. You took quite a beating today.”
“Thanks for reminding me. I was trying to relax in the shower before
you so rudely interrupted me.” I smiled.
“What? I caught you masturbating?” Bette jabbed back. I should know better than to try to
out-banter Bette. Never works.
“No, I can relax without
masturbating. What makes you think I…”
I was digging my grave deeper.
“Yeah, okay.” Bette rolled her eyes like she didn’t
believe me. It didn’t help that she’d
already caught me masturbating twice in the gym’s showers... in the past week. Hey, I thought I was alone! “Go, finish yourself off. When you’re done I want to take you
shopping. Or did you forget the promise
I made at the party a few months ago?”
“No, I remember. I was hoping you forgot. I look terrible in dresses. Why do you think I never wear them?”
“You do NOT look terrible in
dresses. You looked great in mine. Don’t worry, I’m buying, and you don’t have
to take anything you don’t like. It’s
my birthday gift for you.”
“What, is this my birthday to
suffer?” I smiled. I was grateful to Bette for her invitation,
but I seriously dreaded having to try on dresses. I’ve never seen one that I looked good in. Not that I ever tried them on.
“Keep up your complaining, and I’ll
invite Gar to come with us. Then you’ll
know the true meaning of suffering.” Bette laughed. “Go, finish off whatever you were doing. I’ll wait.”
It wasn’t quite as relaxing as
before, but I finished my shower and threw on a pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt
and my boots. Comfortable clothes,
because I knew what I was going to be forced to wear would be far from
comfortable.
We hit three different malls in four
hours. Each one was the same. We’d go in, Bette would grab a dozen
different dresses, I’d try them all on, and Bette would end up buying all of
them, no matter how terrible I looked in them.
By the time the last mall we were at was about to close, I was
exhausted. Bette had one final dress
she wanted me to try on though. At
least I think it was a dress. It
might’ve been a scrap piece of cloth Bette found lying on the floor. Okay, okay, I’m exaggerating. It did look really small though. I grabbed it and stepped into the dressing room. Bette followed.
“What do you think you’re
doing?” I asked as she closed the door
behind her.
“Umm… you’re gonna need someone to
zip up the back.” Wow, she actually
delayed on that one. I rolled my eyes
and let her stay.
“Well, at least look the other way
while I change.” It was bad enough that
my lack of underwear was going to be pretty obvious with this dress, I didn’t
want to advertise that fact any more that I absolutely had to. It’s not like I’m attractive enough for
Bette to have tried to peek anyway.
Well
I thought I wasn’t. I had to stop her
twice from trying to turn around before I got the dress on completely. I had to admit though; it didn’t look too
terrible on me. It was short. Shorter than anything I was used to, but it
seemed to stay in place nicely. I
wouldn’t be flashing the world if I moved the wrong way. The front of the dress hung down in a way
that made it look like I actually had cleavage. The red color even went well with Bette’s skirt. Okay, my Doc Marten’s didn’t quite go with
it, but Bette didn’t complain and I kinda liked the look. Okay, I like the look of any girl in any kind
of boots. So sue me.
Bette zipped up the back and looked
at me in the mirror over my shoulder.
“There? See? You look gorgeous. You don’t always have to look like the tomboy of the group.”
“Yeah, and I even have boobs now!” I
laughed. Yes, I was in shock.
“Don’t try that with me Tara. I saw you topless, you have very nice
breasts.”
“Yeah, that’s why when you have Kory
and me in the same room together, it’s her breasts that get all the
attention.” Ah hah! Got her there… I thought.
“From you maybe.” Bette teased. “Seriously, you and she are different. Kory’s breasts are always completely or
almost completely exposed. She likes
the attention, and we all like giving it to her. You’re quieter, more modest.
That doesn’t mean that the women don’t want you.”
“I guess. You can’t fault me for wishing I had a body like Kory’s though” I
smiled.
“We all sometimes wish we had Kory’s
body. I’ve never wished that you had
Kory’s body though. I think you’re
beautiful as you are.”
“Then why are you trying to femme me
up?” I asked.
“Because contrary to what you
apparently believe, you look really good in a dress. It doesn’t mean I find you less attractive in your jeans and
t-shirt though.”
“Okay, okay, enough with the
compliments. You’re making me nauseous.”
“You know you love it” Bette smiled
warmly. “Why don’t you wear this out?”
“What? You expect me to be seen in public like this?” Okay, wearing a dress in front of a friend I
could handle. Wearing one in a mall,
that was something else entirely.
“C’mon, who’s gonna see you, the
cashier and a few mall stragglers? Why
not let ‘em see the hotness that is you?”
She pulled out her credit card.
“Grab your clothes and let’s go.
The mall’s closing any minute now anyway.”
I rolled my eyes and gathered my
clothes. Bette paid for my dress and we
went out to her car.
It was a beautiful night out. The moon was full and the air was warm.
Bette’s red convertible was parked towards the back of the lot. She said she parked back there because it
was easier to find a space and she didn’t mind the extra walk. I think she did it to show off her car,
parking where nobody else parks so everyone sees the expensive convertible
sitting out in the open. Not that it
mattered now. The lot was nearly
empty.
Walking
through the lot to her car, I began thinking.
Scary thought, I know. I’ve been
pretty honest with myself lately. I
know I’m gay. I know I’ll probably
never be with a man. I know I’ll
probably never want to be with a man.
My earlier crush on Gar was… well, it was over. Gar’s my best friend but when it came down
to it, I wasn’t sexually attracted to him at all. I’ve been very lucky over the past few months. Extremely lucky. In the months after my tryst with Toni at the infamous Truth or
Dare party, I’d somehow managed to end up in bed with some amazingly gorgeous
women; Donna, Kory, Jesse Quick, Jade, Raven, Black Canary, Wonder Woman (Don’t
ask me, I’m still trying to figure out how that happened), even
Oracle. Donna and Toni have been the
two I’ve been with the most and the longest though. When I’m with them, I feel… comfortable, no matter what they’re
doing with me. I was starting to get
that same feeling with Bette. It
should’ve been obvious to me though. I
mean, what else would she have had in mind by coming into dressing room to
watch me change? So, it seemed like
Bette liked me, I know I liked Bette.
So what was stopping us?
Probably my shyness. I’m
terrible at making the first move. All
of the women I mentioned above made the first move with me, shocking as it may
sound. I decided that this once, I was
going to do things differently.
We got to the car and Bette threw
the bags into the back seat. I did the
same with my jeans and t-shirt. Before
she opened the door on her side, I managed to get up the guts to speak. “Bette…”
She looked up at me, her blue eyes
piercing into me. “Hmm?”
“I… I umm…” Wonderful, I was
stammering like an idiot. Way to sweep
her off her feet. “I wanted to thank
you. For this. For giving me a birthday where I actually
didn’t obsess over who I am, what I am.
I had fun. I really appreciate
it.”
Bette walked to the front of the car
where I was standing. “I’m glad. I had fun too. And you do look amazing in that dress.”
How was I gonna start anything if
the slightest compliments were making me blush? One step at a time. I
took a step towards her so my breasts barely touched hers. She didn’t budge. So, I took the next step.
I kissed her. I kissed her. I'm not talking a peck on the cheek kiss;
I'm talking an open-mouth, tongue-dancing, I-wanna-fuck-you-senseless
kiss. To my surprise, she kissed me
back just as enthusiastically. It was amazing. Our tongues wove with each other perfectly
as her hands held my face gently close to hers. My arms wrapped loosely around her back, one hand stroking the
back of her neck, the other right at the bottom of her back. I could barely breathe, but didn’t stop
kissing at all. I could feel the
wetness building between my legs, dripping down my thighs already. God, I wanted to fuck her. I pushed her back and laid her down on the
hood of her car, not once breaking our tongues’ dancing. Leaning down on top of her, I brought both
hands up and quickly drew her dress down to her waist, baring her breasts
easily. Feeling her hard nipples
pressing against me, I broke my mouth from hers and kissed/licked my way down
Bette’s throat, over the top of her chest, before taking a nipple eagerly into
my mouth. I twirled my tongue around
it, spiraling around both the nipple and her entire breast, surveying its size,
its shape, its firmness. As my mouth
concentrated on her breast, my hands traveled down and lifted Bette’s skirt up
to her waist. Her silk panties felt
smooth, almost like a part of her skin as I grabbed her hips. As nice as they felt though, they were in my
way, so I grabbed the waistband and shoved them down her legs. I barely noticed her kicking them away. It felt like forever, but I finally had a
clear trail down to where I wanted to go.
Bette’s dress was cinched around the middle of her body, but everything
was bared. I broke from her breasts and
dove directly between her legs. It came
as a shock to find out that she was shaved completely bare down there (she had
hair down there before, the last time I saw her in the showers earlier this
week), but I didn’t let it stop me.
Bette lifted her arms over her head and grabbed the hood of the car just
under the windshield to keep herself in place.
Looking up and seeing how this position pulled her breasts tight against
her chest almost made me cum right then and there. Wasn’t my time to cum though, it was Bette’s.
I didn’t waste any time teasing or
playing. I just cupped my mouth over
her crotch and buried my tongue inside her.
I wanted to taste her wetness, to swallow her juices. Bette let out a quiet moan as I pressed my
tongue against her clit, savoring her taste as I tried getting her off even
more. She drew her legs up and scraped
the heel of her boot down my back. While
I ate her out, I used one hand between her legs, fingering her, penetrating
her, spreading her lips open for my tongue.
My
other hand was drawn to her legs, feeling their muscular smoothness, my
fingertips sliding just inside the top of her leather boots. Remember me saying how much I liked women in
boots? This was getting me off almost
as much as Bette’s pussy was. Maybe
more so. I could feel Bette getting off
on it too. As my tongue searched out
her g-spot, my hand was searching out erogenous zones along her leg, underneath
her knee, along the muscle of her calf.
Every one I found drew a shudder from her body, but I never stayed on it
for long, content to draw this out for as long as possible. Finally, I found a nerve, right underneath
the top of her boot that seemed to drive her over the edge. Her body tensed up and I felt the walls of
her pussy clench against my tongue. She
let out a loud gasp, barely able to let the words “I’m cumming” escape. I held tight, not allowing a drop of cum to escape
my mouth. I didn’t want it to
stop. I wanted to drink her
forever. When the convulsions finally
did stop, I made my way up and tongue kissed her again. She didn’t quite have Donna’s eagerness to
drink herself from my mouth, but she didn’t hesitate either. When I broke the kiss, Bette was still
holding on to the car’s hood. “God,
that was… wow… I never expected you to be the type to do it out in the open
like this…”
Then
it hit me. We were still in the mall
parking lot. Shit. I looked around, panicked. If anybody saw us…
“Hey
sweetie, don’t worry about it. It got
me off more, knowing that anybody who came out of the mall could’ve seen us.”
That
didn’t do anything to ease my panic.
I’d never done anything like this before. That time with Toni, and the threesomes and foursomes I was in
were with or in front of friends, but this was… god, anyone could’ve
seen us. I got up off of Bette and
straightened my dress out. Bette wasn’t
in much of a hurry to though as she relaxed, still in the afterglow of her
orgasm, still nude for all intents and purposes. I stood watch as she leisurely gathered herself together,
standing up and fixing her dress. She
grabbed her panties and tossed them in the back seat with my clothes.
“C’mon
hon” she called to me. “I’ve got one
more place for us to go tonight.”
I
had no idea where we were going. All I
knew was that I was going to die before we got there. I didn’t mention it before, but I think it’s kinda obvious. Bette’s a bit of a daredevil. Okay, that’s understating things. Bette doesn’t do anything unless there’s
some risk involved. So driving down a
winding rural highway at 100mph is probably nothing to her. To me though, it was my life flashing before
my eyes. I was going to die. I knew it.
Bette had all the confidence in the world though. Of course she wasn’t content to simply
drive. No, she had to do it with one
hand on the wheel. The other hand made
its way to my leg the moment we left the city.
I guess it was some kind of turn-on for her; trying to see what she
could do first, make me cum or kill me.
Of course it wasn’t long before her hand made its way up my dress. Not long after that my dress was up around my
waist. I don’t know why, but this was
more embarrassing than the mall parking lot.
Maybe because I was the half naked one this time. Not that I had much time to dwell on it
though as my mind exploded. Bette slid
her two middle fingers inside me, pushing them in as far as she could, then
out. I was so wet that my tightness
wasn’t an issue at all. She
effortlessly slid in and out, pulling all the way out only to lick her fingers
dry or to shift gears as she rounded a turn.
Every now and again she’d pull out to run her fingers through my pubic
hair. I didn’t shave completely like
Bette did, but it was neatly trimmed, like those models you see in XXX-tacy
magazine. I had to. The perils of wearing a costume that bares
my legs the way mine does.
I
had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I just closed my eyes and let Bette
do her work, all the while praying that we wouldn’t end up wrapped around a
tree in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere.
Bette caught onto my plan though.
Obviously there was no way I was going to be able to just sit there and
take it. Damn.
“Hey,
Tara. I think I’m kinda lost.” Yeah, right. We didn’t make any turns since we left New York. I looked over to her and saw the glint in
her eyes, her sly smile. I knew it
wasn’t good. “Why don’t you continue
with what I was doing?”
I
should’ve known. This happens every
single time I have sex. Every. Single.
Time. I have no idea why. It’s not like it’s a common thing from what
I’ve heard, but I always end up masturbating for whomever I’m with. Always. I should be used to it. I
should expect it. Instead I’m an idiot,
letting myself be surprised every time I’m asked. I just don’t quite understand why they all want to see. I do it enough on my own, when I’m not with
someone. Hell, I get caught doing it
alone enough (I swear, I think Donna has some kind of radar that homes in on me
whenever I do it), but for some reason they all want to watch me do it. It’s not like they don’t do it for me as
well at least.
Every. Single.
Time.
I
was wired and way too turned on not to do as Bette asked though, especially
since it was obvious that she was going to be bratty and not finish me
off. She made it even easier on me by
lifting her own skirt up around her waist, giving me a perfect view. I leaned back, not moving my gaze from
between her legs and eased a hand down between mine. I easily slid my first two fingers inside while I teased my clit
with my thumb. My other hand was
pressed against my thigh, giving me both support and a few extra waves of
pleasure.
Okay,
I’ll admit I was enjoying myself. A
lot. I was dripping wet and Bette was
visibly wet herself. Even apart from
her wetness, I could tell Bette was enjoying my show. I think she was paying more attention to me working my fingers in
and out of myself than she was to her driving.
It made me wonder if I’d be the first person ever killed in a car crash
while masturbating. God, that would be
embarrassing. For some reason, even
that thought was getting me off more.
My hand was absolutely drenched.
I felt like I was going to explode.
“How… how much longer do we have… to go yet?” I panted, barely sounding
coherent.
“We’re
almost there. Why?” She sounded so casual, just talking despite
the fact that I was fucking myself in the seat right beside her. Despite the fact that she was completely
bare from her waist down to her knees.
I swear, I think the Titans are a team of nudists. Jesse, Raven and I seem to be the only ones
who wear clothes more often then not anymore.
At least around me. Toni, Kory,
Donna, Jade, and now Bette. Makes life interesting for a girl like me, that’s
for sure. And people wonder why I
masturbate so much.
“Why?”
I repeated. I was almost over the edge,
both hands now cupped over my pussy, grinding my clit, fingers thrusting in and
out. “I’m cumming!!!” I yelled out. “Oh god, BETTE!!! I bit my lip, trying not to scream any more as my body
spasmed. No such luck. “BETTE!!!”
My entire body arched up, I dug my heels into the floor of the car and
let my orgasm take me. Both hands were
utterly saturated with cum and I still wasn’t stopping. I don’t know whether you’d call it a gift or
a curse, but when I cum, I cum.
Not even Kory, whose race’s orgasms I’m told are wetter than any
earthman’s, cums as much as me.
Everybody teases me that it’s my second super power. At least they don’t have to drink a ton of
water during their sex marathons to keep from dehydrating. Everyone I’ve been with seems to love it
though, so I really shouldn’t complain.
I was just hoping Bette wouldn’t kill me for getting it all over her car
seat though. After what felt like a
blissful forever, my orgasm died down and I could lie back and relax
again. I had to keep my dress lifted
up, so it wouldn’t end up drenched with my wetness that practically covered the
seat. Completely out of breath, I managed
to bring both hands up, both of them soaked almost to the wrists, strands of
thick girlcum connecting my fingers and started to lick them clean. I’ll admit, it’s a move I stole shamelessly
from Donna. I think every woman I know
has been stealing that move though.
None of them get off on drinking their own cum as much as Donna
does, but we all enjoy it, and it’s a good way to get a rise out of whomever
we’re with. I glanced over and gave
Bette a weary smile. Yeah, it worked. She loved it.
I
barely had a moment to relax though, before Bette stopped the car. We were in a parking lot. A parking lot for a lot of trees. And a mountain.
“Welcome
to the Catskill Mountains National Park” Bette declared before I could
ask. She hopped out of the car and ran
around to open the door for me.
“How
gentlemanly of you” I teased as I stepped out, fixing my dress as I stretched
out under the moonlight.
“Yeah
well, that’s about as butch as you’ll ever see me get.”
“I’m
glad” I smiled. “I like my women to be,
y’know, women. So, why are we here?”
“I
thought you’d like it here. You’ve
always been nature girl. You don’t like
it?” her smile faded slightly.
“No,
I love it. It’s beautiful. How did you know though?”
“I
cheated. I brainstormed this with Donna,
Toni, and Kory. I wanted to find the
perfect place for you to spend your birthday and we all came up with this.”
I
checked my watch. “Bette, it hasn’t
been my birthday for almost 2 hours now.”
“I’m
still operating on west coast time.” She stuck her tongue out at me and started
walking away, up the side of the mountain.
“You coming or are you gonna keep nitpicking me to death?”
“Can
I do both?”
“Only
if you don’t value your life” she smiled.
We
hiked and climbed for almost a mile. We
both had to be careful not to tear our dresses on the trees as we made our way
up the side of the mountain. Somehow
Bette always ended up behind me when we had to climb. That’s one reason why I never wear dresses. Oh well, this show was completely tame
compared to the one I gave her on the drive here. It didn’t take us long to reach the top of the mountain, and when
we got there… I was completely at a loss for any kind of smart-ass
remarks. It was beautiful. The ground was rocky, but eroded
smooth. There were a couple trees here
and there and a bubbling stream flowing down from further up the path. A warm breeze flowed through, just hard
enough to sweep Bette’s long bangs in front of her face. The full moon and sparkling stars made it
that much more perfect.
“Well?
What do you think?” Bette asked, arms
folded across her chest.
“I
like it. Which of you came up with this
idea in your little brainstorm session?”
“I
don’t remember. I think it might’ve
been Donna. I was kinda busy eating her
out at the time.”
“Is
that how you charm all the girls? Talk
to them about other women you’ve slept with?” I smiled, hoping she wasn’t
offended.
“Is
it working?”
“Strangely
enough, yes.”
“Good. I’m glad.” She stepped up and kissed
me. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
I answered. “You can ask me anything.”
“I…
umm… I like you. A lot.” She paused.
“That’s
not a question.” I smiled.
Bette
playfully shook her fist at me. “Don’t
make me hurt you. I know the world
doesn’t take me very seriously as a Titan yet.
I admit, the only reason I even became a heroine was because of my crush
on Nightwing. Ever since the situation
with Deathwing though… I’ve been rethinking things. Would you believe I haven’t dated a single person since I first
became Flamebird? I was saving myself
for Dick. And then Deathwing came. I thought he was Dick. I really, truly did. When that one stupid mistake got Huntress
raped and almost killed, I knew I had to make a change. At first I threw myself completely away from
Dick. I wanted nothing to do with
him. At the Truth or Dare party, I let
Kory and Toni pretty much have their way with me. I even had a stupid fling with Gar that night. I was emotionally all over the place. They had no idea what I was going
through. If they did, I know none of
them would’ve done anything with me.
Since then, Kory and Donna have helped me find a balance in my life, a
balance between the fun loving, daredevil Bette and the serious heroine Bette. I’ve been taking my role as a Titan more
seriously. I’ve changed my costume. I’ve pretty much completely gotten over my
crush on Dick. I’ve even been taking my
sexuality into consideration. Donna,
Kory, and a few others have shown me that I enjoy having sex with other
women. The sex I have now is different
than the sex I had at the party. I’m
more in control now. I know what I
want. I think.” She smiled and took a
breath. “Anyway, there’s this girl I’ve
kinda been falling for over the past couple weeks. She’s pretty, she’s fun to be with, a bit of a tomboy but I can
deal with that, and for some reason I keep catching her masturbating in the
showers by the gym.”
Apparently
I was never gonna live that down. “Who
else have you caught in the showers?” I
smiled, but the question was almost serious.
I couldn’t believe she could be talking about me. No way.
“Just
you.” she smiled. “Why do you have such
a hard time thinking that you’re easily the most desirable woman on the
team? All the other women are seriously
in love with you. All of
them. All you’d have to do is ask and
any one of them would be yours, exclusively.
Any one.”
I
was silent, trying to make sense of this.
There was no way she could be talking about me.
“Anyway,
as I was saying before, I like you. A
lot. I’d like us to get to know each
other better, personally and sexually.
I’m not asking for exclusiveness.
I think the other women on the team would kill me if I did. But I would like to… “ She took a deep
breath again, trying to think of how to say it. “I’d like us to go out, as girlfriend and girlfriend. God, that sounded dumb. You know what I mean?”
“I
think so.” I smiled. “If I say no, does
that mean I have to get your car reupholstered?”
“No,
you have to do that anyway.” She laughed.
“I’d heard stories about how you… I had no idea it was that much. You could flood the Sahara with your
orgasms!”
“Very
funny.”
“Okay,
there’s one way you can get out of reupholstering my seat.”
I
knew I was gonna regret this. “What?”
“Turn
around. Face away from me.”
I
did. “That’s it?” I asked over my
shoulder.
“Nope…”
“You
said one thing.”
“And
you turning around is part of it.”
“No,
me turning around is one thing. I win.”
I smiled triumphantly over my shoulder.
“Okay
then, I’m changing the rules. You have
to do a few things to get out of it.”
“You
can’t change the rules!” I protested.
“Sure
I can. It’s my car that you
flooded.”
“You
told me to do it!”
“Did
not!” Bette lied
“Did
to!”
‘Did
not”
“Did
to!”
“Tara,
take your dress off.”
I
did. If I had known that was all she
wanted of me… ah, I still would’ve been a pest. She enjoys doing it too much with me; I savor the few chances I
have to get her back. There was silence
as Bette just stared at my backside. I
was naked, save for my combat boots.
And I was dripping wet again.
Big surprise there. I felt
Bette’s fingers enter my pussy from the back, her lips nuzzling my neck. I was able to turn my head enough to catch
her mouth and kiss her deeply. It was
all too brief though, as she pulled right out and stepped back, licking her
fingers clean. “Take my dress off” She
ordered.
I
did, lifting it up over her head. We
both stood face to face, both naked save for our boots. I thought I would cum right there. Whoever told her about my orgasms must’ve
told her about my thing for women in boots too. I wasn’t complaining. Yet
again though, I was speechless.
It
didn’t matter. I think talking was
pretty much over. She stepped in again
and passionately tongue kissed me. It
was the first time we kissed in the nude like this, both of us. It was perfect. Okay, I had to reach up to accommodate Bette’s height, but I’m
used to dealing with that with the other Titans. It’s a real pain when at 5’2” I’m the shortest Titan woman by 7
inches. Most of the guys are shorter
than the rest of the women on the team!
Bette’s 5’10” isn’t nearly as bad as dealing with Kory’s 6’4”, so I’m
grateful for that much at least.
We
made out for what felt like forever, just standing there, our hands draped
innocently around each other’s backs.
This time I broke the kiss, but not until after nearly a half hour
later. I stepped back and smiled as
warmly as I could. “Yes.” I said
simply.
“Yes?”
Bette asked, a quizzical look on her face.
“Yes what?”
“Do
you have any long term memory?” I teased. “Yes, I’ll date you. Yes,
I’ll be your girlfriend. Yes, I’ll fuck
you silly. Any more stupid questions?”
“Just
one”
“What?”
“How
much wood can a woodchuck chuck…”
I
attacked her. I didn’t let her finish
the question, I just pulled her down to the ground and started making out with
her again. There was nothing innocent
about it this time though. I planted my
thigh firmly between her legs and started grinding. She did the same to me and we were barely able to hold our mouths
together we were thrusting so hard against each other. We eventually gave up trying to kiss and
just concentrated on grinding. Bette’s entire
leg was already slick with my cum, my own leg was cool from Bette’s wetness. I pushed my way down and planted my mouth
over her pussy. Bette pulled her legs
up and dug the heels of her boots into my back for support. While I ate, I had both hands wrapped around
her calves, feeling the cool leather of her boots. I just sucked and licked as hard as I could until Bette
came. There was no recovery period for
her this time though. She flipped me
over, so I was half in the stream. The
water was cold! “No fair, you
get to taste me twice, and I still haven’t gotten you once.” She had a point there. Just wish I didn’t have to freeze while she
did it.
I
let her guide me to where she wanted. I
ended up sitting in the stream, just deep enough for the water to touch my
lips. I leaned back on my elbows in the
water to keep my hair dry. My body
quickly grew accustomed to the cool water.
Bette moved down and began with a soft lick over my lips. That in itself sent shivers down my
spine. She licked again, this time
pushing her tongue inside slightly. She
continued, each lick probing deeper and deeper inside me. She’d hold her tongue inside, using it to
massage the walls inside me, to massage my still intact virginity, she’d pull
out suddenly and start sucking hard on my clit, she’d lick and kiss my legs and
thighs, not even touching my pussy. She
knew exactly how to drive me to the edge of orgasm then draw me back
slowly. Finally she pulled her mouth
off and pushed two fingers inside me.
She looked up in my eyes and asked “Are you ready?”
I
was, but I was more concerned for her.
“Are you?”
“I’ve
been fantasizing about this for weeks.”
I
dug my heels into the ground as she went back in. Her tongue and fingers managed to not only find my g-spot
immediately, but also to hit every single erogenous zone inside me. I screamed and exploded. I could feel Bette trying to hold onto me,
trying to swallow every drop of cum I was letting out. It was impossible though. After a few swallows, she had to pull back,
taking some on her face, sliding up to cover her chest with the rest. I couldn’t control myself though. I kept screaming, calling out Bette’s name
as I came. By the time I was done, I
was lying back in the water and Bette’s face, fingers, and breasts were covered
completely in my wetness. She looked
like she was in heaven.
“Oh my
GOD!! That was the most incredible
orgasm I’ve ever tasted!” She began
licking her lips and fingers clean.
“Yeah,
I get that a lot. Now can I please pass
out now?” I was exhausted. She crawled into the stream on top of me and
lay down on top of me.
“Pass
out? We haven’t even started yet!”
“Oh
god… please Bette, just give me a few minutes.
You have no idea how much these orgasms take out of me.”
“Okay,
what should I do in the meantime?”
I
managed to lean back up on my elbows again.
“Well, I gave you that show in your car, but I never got one…”
“Your
wish is my command m’luv!” Bette kissed
me one more time and pushed herself off of me.
She found a large rock nearby and stood in front of it with her back
towards me. She lifted one leg up onto the
rock, giving me a perfect backside view of her pussy (and her beautiful
boots. Didn’t think I’d forget that,
did you?) and started fingering herself while I watched and recovered, and
eventually began doing myself again while watching her until we orgasmed
simultaneously.
We
continued with each other until dawn, making love, watching each other
masturbate, just lying in each other’s arms talking. I think I came close to a dozen times in all. I found I didn’t even mind the fact that we
were doing this all outdoors. Bette
managed to make me feel completely comfortable, and the open air was more of an
aphrodisiac then anything else. When
the sun was completely above the horizon Bette rolled over and kissed me. “The park should be opening soon. I’m sure you don’t tourists coming up here
and seeing us all wet and orgasmy.”
I
didn’t want to go. For once, I didn’t
care if the world saw me. I was
comfortable. Besides, I wasn’t used to
Bette being the voice of reason between us.
She was right though. Last thing
we needed was to give some old lady a heart attack. I gathered up both of our dresses and we both hiked back to
Bette’s car nude, in just our boots. We
got there and I tossed Bette’s dress in the trunk.
“What’re
you doing? I can’t drive a convertible
in the nude during the day.” What,
Bette’s the sane one in the morning?
I’d have to remember this.
Mornings tend to make me retarded.
“No,
not naked. Remember me being forced to
wear your clothes at the Truth or Dare party?”
“How
could I forget?” She smiled.
“Your
turn.” I tossed her my t-shirt. “You
get to wear this for the trip back.”
She
put it on as I put my dress back on. It
didn’t even reach below her waist; it was so small and tight on her. With just the short, tight t-shirt and boots
on, I think I was in love. “I think
I’ve created a monster!” she smiled.
“Yeah,
well I need something to concentrate on while I do myself on the way home.”
“Don’t
even think about messing up the seat again!”
I
rolled my eyes. “It’s either that, or I
pass out. I drool in my sleep.”
“Okay,
okay, masturbate. I’d rather see that
then you drooling.”
“I
win again!” I said, bounding way too giddily into the car.
Bette
got in on her side and looked over to me, with that serious look in her eyes
again. “Happy Birthday Tara Markov.”
I
smiled. “So you finally said it. Eight hours late according to my watch.” I
smiled. “Seriously, thank you. It was the best birthday a girl could ask
for. Now drive. I’m suddenly desperate to get home and fuck
you in our own bed.”
“Our
bed?” she laughed.
“Okay,
my bed. Whatever. It’ll be ours soon enough. If you think I’m gonna ever let a girl like
you sleep alone again…”
“Won’t
happen. I’ve still got Donna and Kory
to sleep with if you’re not around.” Bette smiled.
“And
I’ve got Toni and… okay, scratch Toni, I never sleep with her, I just have sex
with her. She doesn’t like having sex
in the bedroom for some reason. I’ve
got Donna and Kory as well, and Raven, and Jesse, and Jade, and Wonder Woman.”
“Name
dropper.”
“It’s
true!”
“Never
said I didn’t believe you.” She kissed me.
“What would you say if I told you that I think I’m falling in love?”
“I’d
wonder who else you were seeing behind my back.”
She
rolled her eyes and kissed me again.
“No dumb-ass, what would you say if I told you that I think I’m falling
in love with you?”
“Well
then, if you said that you were falling in love with me, I’d say that I think I
beat you to it. I fell for you
first.” Did I mention that mornings
make me retarded?
“Why
don’t we compromise this time? We can
say that we fell for each other simultaneously.”
“Sounds
good to me, as long as we can say that I did it first.”
“Tara,
shut up and kiss me.” Best suggestion I
heard all morning. “Happy Birthday.”
She whispered as I kissed her one final time before we left for home.
~The
End~