Title: Earth and Flame

Author: TBoarder
Rating: NC-17 F/F sex
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Authors notes: 1: This story takes place a few months after Titans: Truth or Dare

Thanks to Aya, Rabbitgirl, John O’Connor, Jazz, ‘rith, and Claudia for all your help. J
--Characters owned by DC, not me. Done for fun, not money

 

            "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~

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