July 23, 2010 - Happy Harbor, RI
Mt. Justice
15:35:26
“Aww, come on, you’re not still embarrassed, are you?” Walli said as she leaned back and threw a handful of popcorn in the air, her head zipping between each piece as she caught them all in her mouth in turn.
Connor sighed, rolling his eyes behind his round sunglasses, putting down the western comic he had been trying and failing to distract himself with. He looked over at Walli and sighed.
“‘Conduct unbecoming of a team member.’ On our first mission.” He winged as he leaned back in his beach chair and put the open comic over his face to block out the sun, the world, and his own shame.
They were trying to enjoy a lazy afternoon after the tension of the mission last night, the rest of the team having other obligations and unable to join them. So they had staked out a spot on the sheltered beach near the Cave’s hidden sea level entrance; a couple of beach chairs, a few coolers, and several bags of beach toys, towels and of course, snacks. Most of which had already been consumed, the result a brief battle waged between Walli and the third member of the trip, who was enjoying his prized pork rinds as he excavated some kind of sand burrow with the aid of a child’s sand shovel and pail.
“So you screwed up a bit. It happens.” Walli assured him, waving away his concerns.
Connor snorted and looked askance at her.
She was leaning back in her own chair, with her red hair pulled back in a short ponytail, and her freckled skin glistened with the sunblock she had ‘convinced’ him into liberally applying to her. Walli had changed into a fetching two tone bikini; a canary yellow top with red strings, and a pair of red bottoms with yellow piping, and shielded her eyes from the sun with a pair of oversized red tinted sunglasses. He noted she was actually starting to tan, despite the high SPF sunblock he had applied all over for her…
Walli snorted, and he realized she had caught him checking her out. For a second he started to get red but then remembered she actually liked it, and transitioned to a cocky grin as he cooled. Then he replied.
“I’m not sure if that’s reassuring, you telling me screw ups are no big deal…” he teased, and she slapped his arm playfully.
“Hey, I’ve been at this for a while! Longer than you’ve been on this planet.” She said, laughing. Giving an iffy gesture, she continued.
“Screw ups happen. You think you’ve got everything handled, then a bad gal pulls something out of her ass, a gadget or a new power or a cunning ruse, and suddenly you’re the one on your butt or tied up or whatever. You gotta learn to roll with the punches.” Walli explained, leaning back to resume her sun worship.
“Any of your screw ups involve an unpowered narco villain gaining terrifying superpowers?” He asked distractedly, following the trail of a bead of sweat down her modest cleavage.
“Can’t say it did, but the day is still young!” Walli replied confidently, which elicited a laugh from him.
Its impossible to feel down with Walli. She’s too much fun. Connor reflected as he smiled.
Turning his attention to the other member of their beach party, he rose out of his seat and wandered over to the yard deep hole Gizmo had somehow excavated, piling the spill into a mound and then hollowing it out into an egg shaped burrow for himself. The little genomorph was hopping around, wearing a toddler’s purple life jacket, because Connor didn’t trust Cadmus to have actually taught him how to swim. Gizmo hadn’t expressed any interest in the water earlier when he and Walli had taken a dip, but better safe than sorry. Kaldura wasn’t around to slow motion run and swim to rescue him.
He dusted the sand off his red swim trunks and tugged at the baby blue tank top swim shirt Walli had insisted he wear, even though this wasn’t a public beach so nobody else was around. It still had his shield printed on it, because he refused to go off brand.
I still think this is a dumb cultural taboo. Men’s nipples aren’t even a secondary sexual characteristic! But whatever. Like St. Ambrose told St. Augustine, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Squatting down to bring himself mostly level with Gizmo, he watched the G-Gnome pat the exterior of his egg shaped burrow, smoothing and reinforcing it, before he stopped and evaluated his work with a critical eye. Whatever criteria he was looking for, he found it since he huffed with satisfaction and then began dragging his ill-gotten snack booty into the burrow. It was mostly foil packets of pork rinds, and an apple Connor had insisted he take as well. Gizmo’s high fat and salt preferred diet didn’t appear to be causing him any issues, but Connor’s grandmother had always insisted that an apple a day “keeps you regular.” So he forced Gizmo to abide by the maxim, pleased that his little brother consumed anything like a vegetable.
“How’s it going, buddy?” He asked, and Gizmo popped his little head out and regarded him, his horns briefly glowing. A wave of contentment and satisfaction washed over Connor’s mind, and he nodded sagely at Gizmo.
“Right, well, just make sure that thing doesn’t collapse on you or anything. I think Walli and I are gonna take a walk. You gonna be ok?” He asked, and in answer Gizmo sent images of the inside of the darkened burrow and his delicious prizes. Connor took that as an affirmative, so he nodded and patted his ‘lil bro’ on his head and wished him well.
Returning to Walli, he noted her staring at him as he approached, her crimson sunglasses doing little to hide her hooded eyes.
“Wanna take a walk? I’ve had enough napping and lazing around.” He asked, holding out a hand to help her up. She looked surprised at the gesture, and then smiled and let him pull her up to her feet.
“Sure, I should work off some of these snacks anyway. Or I would if someone hadn’t stolen all the best ones…” Walli muttered darkly with a mock glare at Gizmo’s burrow. The G-Gnome didn’t rise to the bait, and the only thing that emerged was the rustle of foil packets and the crunching of snacks.
Connor laughed, knowing there was no real heat in Walli’s jab. Stopping Bane last night had made the whole team reevaluate Gizmo’s value and potential utility. Bringing him along was another strike against Connor in Batwoman’s book, but she had ended her reading of the riot act with a small “Good job.” That small kudos had perked them all up, and caused a warm stirring in his heart.
Batwoman actually told ME… or well, US… “Good job.” I guess we didn’t do too badly; Bane’s on her way to Belle Reve, Venom factory is rubble, Kobra Venom (except for our sample) is toast. Really, when you think about it, we just saved the Justice Guild time doing it ourselves.
Then a sting of regret and a little shame returned to him as he went over his self evaluation of last night’s mission.
Not so good a job actually catching the bad guys. Bane wasn’t even the ‘bad guys’ in question, she was just a bonus. Sportsmaster and Kobra got away, along with Mammoth and Shimmer. On the plus side, apparently that was most of Kobra’s current crop of cultists, so the great Lord Naga-Naga is gonna be a little light on adherents for a while.
“Stop beating yourself up about it!” Walli cut in, shaking him out of his reverie as they strolled along the beach. He glanced at her, and shook his head, taking everything in with a deep breath to live in the moment. The mid afternoon sun shone down, a few clouds graced the sky, the gulls cried overhead, and the relentless waves pounded at the beach. She grabbed his arm and he felt her warmth and closeness, which banished his negative thoughts. They shared a smile, and continued their walk arm in arm.
Connor’s spirits lifted, and he felt… light. A beautiful day, a beautiful girl on his arm. It all seemed like a dream.
They continued their stroll, Walli cracking ribald jokes that made him laugh as they enjoyed the day and each other’s company. Connor marveled a little at how at ease he was with Walli; he struggled to remember he had only known her a few weeks. But the speedster moved fast in everything, it seemed. She had made him welcome in her home, and in her friendship.
And in her bed. He thought, coloring a little at the thought.
It was easy to forget she was from an entirely different universe, with a different culture than his. It felt like they slotted together like old friends, like she was ‘one of the guys’, even if they were sex friends. She wasn’t a comic book fan (those being quite different here) but they had spent plenty of time so far playing video games and watching TV together. Walli had introduced him to a huge amount of media from this Earth, which all seemed slightly off to him in their cultural mores, but her excited chatterbox commentary always drew him in to her infectious enjoyment of it.
She always seemed to notice when something was giving him the willies, and drew him back down to Earth. Or Terra, apparently. One of the many small differences from both his Earth and Earth 0 of the comics; people called the planet Terra. He wasn’t sure why. It was one of an ever growing list of things he added to a note to look up at a later date.
“What is it?” She asked, and he again realized he was lost in his own head, but this time it was positive instead of negative, so he laughed.
“Just thinking about you.” He said, and she reddened.
“Oh, uh…” she stammered, and he chuckled.
She’s too easy! He thought, delighting in her tomato colored blush.
“Nothing bad, I promise! Just… I’m grateful. To you. And to your folks, and the team. But especially to you, for helping me land on my feet. You’re a good friend, Walli.” He said, earnestly, and her blush deepened.
“You said so before. But, you’re… welcome.” She replied weakly, and he raised an eyebrow. She caught it, and sighed.
“I was worried you were gonna catch feelings for me. Or something.” Walli added, not meeting his gaze.
“Would that be so bad?” Connor asked tentatively, not sure what answer he was hoping for.
“Nooo…” She replied, drawing the word out while she looked around for a better answer.
“Sooo…” he asked after a moment where the only sound was the beating of the waves.
“I know we talked about the friends with benefits thing. AND we talked about how you don’t think I put the moves on your or anything. I know you like sex, and me. I just don’t want to be everything all at once for you.” Walli confessed in a jumble.
“I followed some of that.” Connor admitted, and Walli sighed as she tried explaining her feelings on the topic of feelings, almost as much to herself as to him.
“So, you told us how you got here. Or your mind or soul or whatever got here. How Cadmus made… you? Or your body? Still not clear on that whole thing. Philosophers would have a field day with you, Connor.”
“Ha, probably. And?” He asked, encouraging her to continue.
“And I realized, after you moved to the Cave, that I kind of moved too fast with you. I knew you were checking me out at Cadmus, you were a cute guy, and you seemed pretty oblivious to that fact. When you got into bed with me, I thought ‘Wow, this is crazy. I wonder how far this could go?’” Walli explained, and her redness had nothing to do with a sunburn.
“So you were just gonna see how far it went?” Connor asked, bemused.
“Yeah, and then we went pretty far.”
“I would say we did.”
“And I liked it! I still do. I’m glad we did it. But after that first night in the Cave, I went home the next day and my dad was waiting for me and we had A Talk.” Walli finished miserably.
Connor’s eyebrows shot up and his own face acquired an implausible sunburn.
“Oh.”
“‘Oh.’ doesn’t begin to cover it!” Walli said as she threw up her hands. Connor winced in secondhand embarrassment.
“I guess we weren’t as quiet as we thought.” He admitted, staring at the sand.
“No. No we were not. But that’s not the worst part. He gave me The Talk again, like I needed that. But he brought up that you might have been in a kind of, uh, a ‘vulnerable state’. He REALLY wanted to make sure I wasn’t taking advantage of you. I didn’t think I did but just hearing him ask me if I THOUGHT I had. Ugh. I wanted a hole to open up and swallow me.” She said piteously.
“OK, well let me reiterate, you didn’t. I have no regrets, I liked it, I still like it, I would like to continue doing it.” Connor assured her in no uncertain terms, and Walli chuckled a little at his insistence.
“Thanks, I get it. But he raised a good point, and I wanted to check in with you and make sure we’re cool?” Walli asked, glancing at him sideways around her sunglasses.
“We’re very cool, Walli.” He answered with finality.
“Cool.”
“Now about this catching feelings thing…” He probed, and she groaned.
“I thought about it some and I thought my dad had a point. You’re brand new here, the only people you know are us. You went through some serious stuff before coming here. Its not fair to you for me to monopolize your time, and sleep with you, and try to become your girlfriend.” Walli admitted, the confidence she had in her words trending down as she continued.
Connor chewed on that as they walked along the beach.
That’s a pretty good point. I shouldn’t be too dependent on Walli. She’s a good friend already, but I shouldn’t latch on to the first girl who is nice to me here.
Thinking about that made his face redden a bit more.
Have I been too clingy? Assuming we’re gonna have a relationship? Do I want to have a relationship with Walli?
The question, he had to admit, was thornier than he had thought at first glance. It took him a moment to organize his feelings on the subject.
Okay, I do like Walli. She’s fun, sexy, smart, sexy, a superhero, and sexy. Do I think its possible we could have a relationship? Yes. Do I agree that jumping into one right now is probably not a good idea? Also yes. Do I still want to continue as friends with benefits? Super yes. Friends you can have sex with are awesome!
It was a novel experience, for more than one reason. He had never had any close friendships with girls in his old life, so the option had never come up. Nor did he think it was likely that it would have, but finding himself in a world where women pursued men had certainly broadened his horizons. It was unexpected, and at least from Walli, flattering. He didn’t think she had any ulterior motives either; they were friends, and they were already having sex. Maybe it might develop into more, but right now, all parties seemed satisfied.
Despite the existential dread Rudy has managed to inject into this situation. But only because he was trying to look out for me. Props to you, Rudy. I wish it could have been less awkward for Walli but that’s (probably) what happens when you have sex with your guy friends in your room while your parents are home. Oy vey, I’m glad I left mine in my other universe…
That thought brought a spike of shame and betrayal, but he banished it to focus on Walli.
“I’m okay not starting a relationship. I do like you, as a friend and as a girl and probably as a girlfriend, but we don’t need to take that step. You’re right, I shouldn’t just jump into something with the first girl I get close with. I should… establish some independence.” He resolved, staring out at the water.
Their stroll had taken them away from the secluded beach by the Cave’s entrance, and closer to the public beaches around Happy Harbor that thronged with beach goers. They had passed a few isolated groups and individuals, but wandered away from them towards the rocky coves around the cliff faces.
“Great! So… we’re cool being friends with benefits?” Walli asked hopefully with a sultry grin, and offered her first for a bump. Laughing, he returned it and she pumped her arm in victory.
“Yes!” She exclaimed, and it only made him laugh harder. He honestly couldn’t fault her reaction; if they were back home, and the situation reversed, he’d probably be taking a victory lap.
Connor started, his head snapping towards a nearby cove. Walli followed his gaze.
“What is it?” She asked, following as he hurried towards the cove.
“I dunno, maybe trouble.” He replied, his mind filled with possibilities of a fallen hiker, tumbling off the cliffs as he heard the muffled groans and grinding of sand coming from that direction, thanks to his super hearing. Walli put on a determined expression and reset her glasses on her face, apparently hoping they would be some kind of disguise in case there was trouble afoot.
The two sprinted around the edge of the cove, and skidded to a stop as they saw the origin of the noises that had alerted Connor. Two figures, sweat soaked skin glistening in the sun, tangled in a passionate knot on a beach blanket. The cove apparently providing them some seclusion for the deed, but obviously not enough to escape the notice of a half-Kryptonian clone. Connor hurriedly pushed Walli back as he realized his mistake, his face turning red as he shoved Walli behind a boulder and out of view of the amorous couple. The fact that their noisome lovemaking continued indicated they either hadn’t heard the heroic duo’s arrival, or were too occupied to care.
Connor stood stock still, back to the warm rock, with Walli beside him. His face turned progressively redder and redder as he heard the coos and outcries of the couple on the other side of the cove. After a moment, Walli snorted and they shared a glance before they both cracked up silently. Connor tried absently to ignore the growing arousal in his scarlet swim trunks.
Walli caught his eye, and he followed it to and realized she had noticed said growing problem. She waggled her eyebrows at him suggestively, and his first instinct was to shake his head no. But the noises from the couple seemed to only grow in volume and enthusiasm, and his problem continued to grow. As did Walli’s smirk, and her hand crept toward the band of his trunks. As she groped him, he came to a decision.
When in Rome…
He reached out to take hold of Walli’s hand and she froze like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, but he smiled down at her and she grinned lasciviously as he thrust her hand down his shorts. She gripped his length and a thrill went through him like a shock. He pulled her to him, her hand wedged between them as she stroked him to full hardness, and they kissed.
Their tongues wrestled and their hands roamed all over. Walli’s skin was slick with sweat and sunscreen and it made a thrilling lubricant for him to roam over and under her bikini. Her pert breasts and lean build were a delight to touch, and he reached around to grab a double handful of her well muscled ass. She groaned into his mouth as he did, and increased the tempo of her stroking, which made him groan in turn.
He switched his attention from her firm and sculpted ass, back up her sides, his fingers tracing her abs and ribs, and slid his hands under her bikini top. It was easily loosened and he could grope her pert tits and thumb her hardening nipples. Walli began panting into his mouth as he did so, her stroking going faster still. She was jacking him off now, and he thought she might be applying a bit of her speed as she did so. It felt amazing, utterly unlike any such attention he had paid himself.
Connor shut his eyes as he thrust slightly into her speeding fist, his cock now completely out of his trunks. He still teased and squeezed at Walli’s breasts as he got into the rhythm of her handjob. Just leaning back and having at it, outside in the sea breeze and warm sunlight, where anyone might see them was a thrill he didn’t know he ever wanted. But it felt amazing, and it added a desperate tension to their play. Hungry for more, he dipped his right hand down to her bottoms as his left kept up its attention to her breasts.
She was already sopping as his fingers glided past the damp tangle of her bush. Their lips never left one another as they continued their furious makeout session, and he slipped a finger between her lower lips as she continued stroking him. Connor’s eyes remained shut as he focused on just their touch, and the sounds she made as he began to finger her. Walli squealed as he added a second finger beside the first and further stretched her out. The squelch of her dripping pussy as he sawed in and out sounded incredibly loud to his ears, but he chalked that up to his super hearing.
Her hand continued working as his shaft the whole while, feeling divine, and her other one began to cup and knead his balls gently, which added a wonderful counterpoint to her aggressive stroking. Soon he started to feel his climax rising, and he resolved that he wanted more than this after spying their earlier ‘inspiration’. He withdrew his hands from her bottoms and she groaned in disappointment. But she gave a ‘hnh!’ of interest and surprise as he pulled at the side ties and yanked them off with one hand, his other hand doing the same to her top.
In a flash she was totally nude before him, and he broke their kiss so he could better behold her sun drenched glory. She glistened with sweat and sunscreen, her chest heaved with excitement, her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and her pussy leaked its ardor down her thighs. Connor’s lust surged to new heights as he drank her in and she looked a bit stunned at his aggression, but she smiled slyly at his roaming eyes.
He smiled back, and came wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. Their lips met again, slower and more methodical this time, and his hands drifted down from her shoulders to her ass as he wiggled out of his trunks, leaving his package standing proud in the sunshine. As his hands gripped her butt cheeks, she squealed with surprise as he easily lifted her in the air. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him, and he grinned into their kiss. His cock bounced as he maneuvered Walli’s pelvis to line the two up. She groaned as she realized what he was doing, and she wrapped her arms around his head to draw him in closer.
After a few bouncing tries, the head of his cock found her channel without assistance and it slid into her tight wetness like a hot knife through butter. They moaned together, breaking the kiss, forehead to forehead as they stared into each other’s eyes. Connor marveled at how easy it was to throw Walli around as he began to bounce her on his cock. As he plundered her warm wetness again and again, the pleasure was exquisite and it felt like his brain and cock would meltdown at the same time.
Every rise and drop of Walli onto his tool made a wet plop and made them both moan. He leaned his back against the boulder and increased his tempo with the leverage. She bounced on his cock, faster and faster. They were feeling each other out as lovers, seeing how far their meta-human physiologies could go. His strength made it easy to hold and use her in whatever position he wanted, and her speed meant she could jackhammer down his length at blurring speed with no worry of hurting him.
Walli sped up, faster and faster until her hips were a blur and he was barely thrusting. It was like her handjob, a furiously fast and friction fueled fuck that had taken the dominant position back effortlessly. Connor had thought he was in control, holding her up and fucking her for all he was worth. But Walli’s rapacious riding was driving him insane. He was so close, barely holding on figuratively and literally as he struggled to keep supporting Walli as she rode him.
“Cumformebaby,comeoncumforme!” Her words came out in a fast forward command but as soon as his brain processed it, the dam broke and he obeyed.
He moaned and threw his head back as he emptied himself. His orgasm set off hers as Walli froze in her frantic fucking, face buried into his shoulder as she came on his cock. He could feel the pulse of her orgasm in the tightening of her vaginal walls, even as he shot rope after rope into her snatch. Their shared orgasm burst brighter than the sun and more powerfully than the ocean as they rode it together, up the crest of the climax and down the funnel of its denouement.
It left them both shaking and panting, sweaty foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. Walli was lost to the world, and Connor simply cradled her exhausted form in his arms. He had felt godlike holding her in his arms, but she had surprised him completely when she turned his carry into her own wild ride.
It was… super.