(M/F, romance, Supergirl, first time)
SUBJECT: Supergirl agrees to allow a stranger to use mind control on her so that she can make love.
WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual, "vanilla" sex. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
Supergirl and Superman are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am simply borrowing them for a while to introduce Supergirl to a sex life. This is a work of fan-fiction. It is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided the sites are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. Posting is permitted on a site that requires an “Adult Verification Service”, provided the service costs only a few dollars a year for access to many sites (the way “Adultcheck” used to be) but not on an "Adultcheck Gold" site, which requires much more money.
Using some of the earliest drawings of Supergirl, I've made her about five feet, two inches tall with only the suggestion of curves. The date of the story is current times, reflecting the modern cavalier attitudes towards ‘casual’ sex.
Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
The inspiration for this story came from an Internet picture called “Supergirl Confused”, which has a caption “What was that for Supergirl? Uh, What’s wrong with your eyes? Supergirl? Ooh, Shit! Mind Control!” The picture can be found on Tyler Roper’s page on the Wizards Lair. URL at this writing is: http://www.superheroinecentral.com/~wizard/Contributors/Tyler/Mary_Spc5/mmstatas.jpg
Birth Control is used in this story, and, of course, in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and they wish to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
Written/Updated: 12/5/03
I appreciate your comments, both positive and negative. Feedback is welcome at barnabus329@hotmail.com.
PROLOG – MICHAEL’S BACKGROUND.
As a child, Michael knew he could “tune in” on other people’s thoughts. As an adolescent, he learned he could modify other people’s thoughts, thus exercising control over them, but he quickly learned not to use this ‘talent’ since it could cause injury to the other person. As an adult, he met and married a woman with similar powers.
Together they were acutely aware that their abilities could inflict serious and permanent injury on others. So together they carefully studied their mutual abilities, and developed a set of ethics, or a ‘code of conduct’ for their use of their mind control abilities.
Ethics of Mind Control
Michael and his wife worked together, honing their mental skills. One would practice a technique with the other carefully monitored what was happening and helping fine-tune the process. Michael learned to ‘eavesdrop’ on others and when both he and his wife agreed, he learned to ‘tweak’ the thought processes of others without injuring them. They always followed the rule ‘lesser is better’.
After a few years of marriage, Michael’s wife died of a brain tumor. He was devastated! A couple of years after his wife’s death, Michael decided to once again seek female companionship and signed up for some college courses, hoping to meet some eligible females. And he had met and enjoyed some fresh young girls. But he also enjoyed the college atmosphere, so he stayed on.
And the story begins . . . . .
Chapter 1 – Men’s talk.
“Man, wouldn’t you like to fuck Supergirl?”
“Don’t be crazy. She’s probably as cold as an iceberg. Besides, her muscles are so strong, you’d never be able to get in.”
“Yeah, and then if you did, she’d hiccup and crush you. And if she gave you a squeeze, she’d break your ribs and a love pat on your cheek might knock your teeth out.”
“Do you remember reading that essay by Asimov about Superman’s sex life? After that, can you just imagine what it would be like with a normal man and Supergirl?”
“Her skin’s so tough that bullets bounce off without even bruising her. Do you think she’d even feel a man’s caress? What would you have to do to turn her on?”
“I don’t know, but Man, I’d like to fuck that Supergirl, anyhow!”
Michael took a deep breath and put some money on the table to cover the beers and excused himself. Normally, when ‘the boys’ conversation turned crude like this, he excused himself and left. He knew it was only ‘locker room’ talk, an attempt by boys to be ‘macho’, thinking that talking dirty made them sound like men. But Michael didn’t like this kind of talk and wouldn’t stay for it, mostly because he didn’t like the lack of respect it indicated. Michael knew he had the ability to change it, but it wasn’t his place to be the thought police of the campus. Besides, he had already checked out each of the men at the table and none of them posed an actual threat to society.
As Michael walked the short distance to his campus apartment, the conversation started him thinking. He had never really considered it before, but now that Supergirl had accepted an invitation to visit the Campus Supergirl Convention, the idea of being in close proximity to Supergirl suddenly had become a reality. And Michael was the president of the campus “Supergirl Fan Club” (A club he had only joined so he could get closer to a girl-friend, oops, now it was an ex-girl friend). Absently, Michael wondered if there would be a way to take his “Supergirl” fantasies and make them into reality?
Of course, the answer would normally be no. But then again, Michael wasn’t a ‘normal’ man.
Michael reviewed the various things mentioned earlier. Would a normal human even be able to enter the Girl of Steel, sexually? The answer was unknown.
But Michael reflected on the experiences he’d had at the gym. Michael had always kept himself in reasonable shape. But there were several competition weightlifters at the gym: a few were borderline Olympic caliber. And one in particular was rather conceited about his physical superiority over ‘average’ men. Michael had studied his mind, and realized that he found a ‘rheostat’ in the man that controlled what he could do. By setting the ‘rheostat’ lower, Michael could limit the man’s ability to lift weights. Perversely, Michael bet the man $100.00 that the weightlifter couldn’t bench-press a measly 250 pounds. Of course, Michael won. Conversely, by turning the ‘rheostat’ up, he could increase a man’s limits. But Michael quickly abandoned increasing a man’s limits since this could lead to injury.
Would it be possible to set the ‘rheostats’ on Supergirl so that an average man could have sex with her without risking a broken rib, or being crushed, or other injury? For that matter, would mind control even work on the Girl of Steel?
Could a normal man survive a ‘Supergirl orgasm?’ Maybe!
Michael remembered an incident a year earlier where one of his friends had complained about his girlfriend’s lack of passion during sex. Surreptitiously, Michael had ‘peeked’ into her mind and body. He found that her Kegals were underdeveloped and, more for fun than for anything else, Michael made a project of ‘working with’ the girl as she slept for a couple of weeks. He gave her erotic dreams and led her to exercise her Kegals until by the end of the second week her boyfriend was noticing the difference in her. At that point, normal ‘Kegal' exercises were sufficient for her. Again, ‘just for fun’, one night, Michael had ‘turned her rheostat’ down to see if the same principle worked on the Kegals as it did for other muscles. Then he monitored her evening. The effect of ‘turning down the rheostat’ was exactly as he had expected, but the two lovers had just written it off to a ‘bad night’. Michael hadn’t particularly enjoyed the entire exercise; in fact it was rather boring to him. But he took his satisfaction from the fact that the two lovers had achieved a much more satisfactory love life . . . even though neither of them had any idea that Michael had been involved in any way.
Michael reflected that the ‘rheostat principal’ had worked on a normal woman’s, vaginal muscles, therefore it might be effective on a ‘super woman’s’ Kegals. He wondered if it was worth taking the risk.
But to get back to basics, would he be able to ‘enter her mind’? And if so, would he be able to turn her mind the way he could normal people? It would be interesting to find out. And he had shared the same fantasy that most men had felt about bedding the Girl of Steel!
Michael’s daydream was dashed to pieces as his ‘code of ethics of mind control’ reasserted itself in his consciousness.
As he unlocked the door to his apartment, he reluctantly admitted to himself that whatever happened when Supergirl arrived, Michael could not injure her or force her to do something that she didn’t want to do. And if any relationship formed between them, Michael would have to leave her better off than she was before she met him.
Feeling his testosterone raising its head, Michael briefly resented his self-imposed code of conduct. But in the midst of his resentment, Michael grudgingly acknowledged that he would not violate his code of ethics, even with Supergirl!
But, still, if one thing led to another, what would attract her to Michael? What further adjustments would be required for her to have sex with a normal man? Did she even want to have sex . . . with anybody? How sensitive is she? What would be required to stimulate her? Do you suppose she’d even be receptive to a man’s advances? Hmmmmm. Would she be more receptive if she knew she wasn’t going to injure her partner? Hmmmmm.
The basic starting point was always attraction. Of course, Michael could bend a normal woman’s mind to make her ‘fall in love’ with him, but that always damaged the girl. And the results were virtually permanent, leading to a host of follow up complications. It was always considerably better to find thing that the girl finds attractive in a man and then lead her to see those things in you.
There was one completely unanswered question. Would Supergirl be susceptible to my mind control the same as a normal girl?
Chapter 2 – Supergirl Arrives.
Michael was selected to be one of the committee to met Supergirl when she arrived. (That had involved a certain amount of mental manipulation of various officials.)
They had agreed to meet her on the roof of the Administration Building to try to avoid a mass of humanity. The welcoming committee was present, but the commons surrounding the building was mobbed with students waiting to see the heroine.
“There she is,” someone shouted, pointing to the sky. Sure enough there was a small dot moving across the sky that rapidly approached and grew larger into the familiar red and blue figure of Supergirl that we all knew so well. She landed gently, and everyone stood there dumbstruck. Michael was the only one to have the presence of mind to step forward and introduced himself. As Michael spoke, he also carefully reached out, trying to find a way into her mind. He found it and was able to ‘peek’ into her thoughts. Although she looked human in every physical aspect, there were some small differences in her brain and thought patterns. However it wasn’t difficult for Michael to find his way around.
OK, Michael could look into her brain. Would Michael be able to influence it?
He introduced Supergirl to the other members of the committee as he began mapping out her brain, looking specifically for her pleasure centers. After the last person was introduced, Supergirl looked at Michael since he was apparently the leader of the group. When she looked at him, Michael reached out and tweaked her pleasure center. Immediately, Michael noticed a slight dilation in her pupils. Bingo! She asked a few questions and as Michael was answering them, he listened into her subconscious mind. She was a little confused at why she was feeling herself respond to this stranger. But when the thought crossed her mind that she found him handsome, Michael strengthened that inclination. Moments later, she noticed his thick long eyelashes, and Michael strengthened that attraction as well.
After the formal introductions were concluded, Supergirl stated that she would fly to the crowd of students below to greet them. As she lifted from the roof and settled below, Michael moved to the elevator to join Supergirl below. All of the other committee members stood leaning over the railing watching her from above. As Michael moved through the crowd to Supergirl’s side, he kept a quiet presence in her mind, surreptitiously searching for her triggers, her insecurities, her worries. He was surprised at how sensitive she was to touch. She could feel every person jostling her and was aware that she had been groped several times. She became acutely aware that one boy allowed his hand to leisurely run over her posterior. Without saying a word, she captured his hand and squeezed it, not enough to break anything but firmly enough to hurt. At the same time, she met his eyes and shook her head before she released his hand. He got the message. When she glanced up at me, Michael gave her a stronger nudge of pleasure, and he gave her the sense that he had observed what had happened and that he wasn’t pleased at the student’s adolescent advances. She paused, looking at Michael for several seconds, before she broke eye contact and returned her attention to the crowd around her.
Michael remained by her side, introducing her to students and faculty members that he knew. Finally Supergirl looked at Michael and asked where the convention was being held. When Michael tried to explain, she put her arm around him and said, “Why don’t you just show me the way?” Suddenly they both rose above the crowd. Michael gave a gasp of fear as the treetops suddenly fell below them, and Michael threw his arms around her waist and clutched her. Supergirl chuckled. Obviously, she had seen this reaction before. Michael immediately knew he was in no danger, and reentered her mind to help her feel pleasure at his arms enfolding her.
As his fear passed, Michael pointed out where the convention was being held, but she suggested that they take a couple of minutes and he show here the various areas of the campus. She was already feeling comfortable with him and enjoying his company. He really didn’t want to overdo it, but this was Supergirl, and it might be the only chance he would have with her, so once again, he strengthened her sense of enjoyment of being with him.
All too soon, they flew to the convention center, where she immediately became all business, carrying out her duties as the guest of honor and speaker. For the remainder of the afternoon, they didn’t talk, but Michael remained near her. Occasionally, their eyes would meet and a smile would pass between them. Once, an almost hysterical student came charging at Supergirl, accusing her of dressing improperly and not behaving as a lady should. He accused her of being a lesbian and declared that she was a disgrace to womanhood. Michael stepped between the student and Supergirl and held him off and calmed him somewhat until the security detail took him away. When Michael looked back at Supergirl, he read a sense of appreciation in her. Obviously, Supergirl did not need Michael’s help, but she was grateful that he had made the effort. Michael strengthened the sentiment of appreciation.
Michael also noted how saddened she was at the things the student had said. He examined her thoughts and was surprised to find how vulnerable she was to the opinions of others. She might be the ‘Girl of Steel’ on the outside, but she was frightfully sensitive, almost an insecure adolescent on the inside. Michael had caught her in a moment of incredible loneliness, an emotion she kept well hidden under normal circumstances. Michael looked deeper. She wasn’t a lesbian. But being a Kryptonian isolated on a world of humans she was condemned to an unwanted life of celibacy. There were also memories of abuse she had received when she had fallen into the hands of villains. Kryptonite had been involved. As Michael continued his study of her, he found that she desperately wanted intimacy in her life, but her superpowers thwarted it. In the world that she knew, the only man who could provide her with intimacy was her cousin, Superman, and Kryptonian customs forbad intimacy between such close relatives.
Michael found himself amazed! First, she was extremely sensitive to touch; he had learned that when she was in the crowd of people when she arrived. And second, she craved physical intimacy and couldn’t get it. Wow! As the conference continued, Michael began searching for her ‘rheostats’, but when Michael found them, he didn’t reset them . . . largely because he didn’t want to take a chance on doing anything that might interfere with her duties as a superheroine.
Chapter 3 – Dinner.
Eventually, the festivities at the Supergirl Convention wound down for the day, and Supergirl sought Michael out to find what arrangements had been made for her eating and sleeping.
He admitted that nothing had been planned for her supper since no one knew whether Supergirl ate. However, he had arranged for a Condo for her use if she desired it. And he offered to take her out to dinner wherever she wished. She declined the offer of restaurant dining since wherever she went she would be recognized and mobbed with autograph seekers and admirers. Rather she wanted a quiet dinner where she could relax.
Hesitantly, Michael offered her either Sloppy Joes or Hamburgers at his place. With a laugh, she agreed to Sloppy Joes, and she flew him to his apartment on the edge of the campus.
It was almost like a date! She helped him prepare dinner. Then, she cooked the hamburger for the Sloppy Joes with her x-ray vision and they worked together preparing the rest of the meal. Everything was low-keyed, and they spoke freely and laughed a lot together. She reluctantly confided that she felt comfortable with him and enjoyed his company (both feelings he had carefully cultivated during the day).
When dinner was over, they rinsed the dishes and left them in the sink, and spent an hour in quiet conversation on the sofa. Michael allowed himself to become somewhat animated, gesticulating and occasionally touching her shoulder, arm and hand.
Supergirl stiffened the first time he touched her shoulder. The casual touch seemed to indicate an intimacy that she had never allowed anyone. But then again, she felt comfortable with Michael. And after all, what could he do to her? She was Supergirl!
Eventually, Michael decided to take a chance and see if things might progress to the next step. Michael had observed her taking the man’s hand in the crowd and squeezing it as a mild form of punishment. So he carefully found the ‘hand squeeze rheostat’ in her mind and turned it down. Then, as she was getting ready to leave, he commented that he was sure she would not be able to administer the same pain to someone she cared for, someone like him.
At first, she laughed and dismissed his comments. Then, sensing he was serious, she took his hand and squeezed it. Michael had miscalculated, and she was actually beginning to hurt him, so he quickly barged into her mind and reset the ‘rheostat” of strength on her hand squeeze until he could feel the pressure but it no longer hurt. It was a clumsy effort, motivated by pain, which kept him from being as careful as he usually was.
“You see?” he asked.
A strange look passed over Supergirl’s face, then she gave Michael a big smile. “I guess you’re right,” she said and she released his hand. Her fingers traced his cheek and moved down the side of his neck. Then, without warning, she clasped his windpipe between her thumb and middle finger, forcing him back against the wall and totally cutting off his air supply.
“But, as you can see, I don’t need super strength to do this!” she whispered into Michael’s ear.
Michael couldn’t even gasp, so thoroughly was his air supply cut off. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to try to mentally oppose her. Feebly, he grabbed at her arm, trying to pull her hand away.
“I felt that last one!” She snarled in Michael’s face. “I’ll release you enough to answer my questions, but if you try it again, you’ll be unconscious with a crushed windpipe and possibly a broken neck. Do you understand?”
Frantically, Michael nodded, and she loosened her grip on his throat and he gasped for breath.
“Okay,” she whispered, her lips only inches from his. “Tell me what you did and how you did it.”
Chapter 4 – the truth will out
Michael sank to a chair, massaging his throat, as Supergirl stood over him in her classic power pose, glaring down at him. Slowly, hesitatingly at first, he told his story of how as a small child, he had been able to ‘read’ people’s minds, and how he had learned he could manipulate the minds of others. As an adult, he explained, he had met and married a woman with similar abilities, and they both were acutely aware that their ‘gifts’ might be used to injure others. Michael explained how he and his wife and experimented and honed their abilities, and finally, he told her of the ‘code of conduct’ he had developed with his wife.
Supergirl asked for further clarification and Michael recited the ‘code of conduct’ they had developed.
Michael paused in his explanation, not sure where to go next.
“What happened to your wife?” Supergirl asked.
“She died several years ago of a brain tumor.”
Supergirl softened at his response. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Michael nodded his thanks.
“Your ‘code of conduct’ dictates that you never injure another person. Do you think that you could injure me?”
Michael raised his eyes to hers. “I didn’t know before you arrived. Before I met you.”
“And now?”
Michael dropped his eyes and nodded.
“You think you could?” Supergirl demanded.
“Yes,” Michael whispered. “Your mind is different than a normal human mind. But not that different. And yes, I could injure you.”
Stunned, Supergirl stood, her arms hanging loosely at her side, and stared at Michael in disbelief. “But . . . but . . . . you can’t . . .! I’m Supergirl!
Michael nodded and met her eyes. “You’re right! I can’t. But not because you are Supergirl! I can’t, because I won’t!”
Supergirl looked away before continuing. Then she pulled up a chair and sat next to Michael.
“You’ve been doing things in my mind ever since I arrived, haven’t you?”
Michael nodded.
“Why?”
“Truth?” Michael asked.
Supergirl nodded. “Truth!”
Michael’s eyes focused on his folded hands in his lap as he answered. “Because I wanted to make love to you.”
Supergirl’s mouth dropped open and there was a long pause.
“Were you trying to manipulate me . . . “ Supergirl started. Then she contemplated what she was going to say. “No.” She reflected. “You’ve been . . . in my mind ever since I arrived, haven’t you?” Michael nodded. “And during that time, I’ve felt attracted to you . . . .” Michael nodded. “But . . . I haven’t been greatly drawn toward your bed . . .”
“The code of conduct,” Michael volunteered as an explanation. “I am not allowed to make you do something you wouldn’t normally do or don’t want to do. And I cannot make you do something that might injure you.”
Supergirl gave a deep sigh. “So what did you do?”
Michael explained how he had strengthened various attractions that she had felt toward him, and how he had encouraged her to feel comfortable with him and trust him.
“You tampered with my mind and you expect me to trust you?” Supergirl demanded.
“I did nothing that forced you to do anything other than what you already felt,” Michael answered.
Supergirl mull over his words. “No, you didn’t,” she admitted. Then her eyes met his levelly. “And what makes you think I would be willing to go to bed with you?”
“Before I met you, it was only a daydream,” Michael answered honestly. “But Now, I consider it a definite possibility.”
Anger and indignation rose in Supergirl’s demeanor. “Do you think I’m that easy? That I’m some round-heeled little bimbo like your college sluts? Is that what you think of me?” Michael silenced her by placing two fingers over her lips. She was astonished! No one had ever done this to her before. She was Supergirl. No one opposed her. No one prevented her from doing whatever she wanted to do or saying what she wanted to say. Ever!
“Not at all!” Michael countered calmly. “I think you are a Kryptonian isolated in a world of humans, a woman who desperately craves intimacy and cannot receive it because you are afraid your super powers make it impossible.”
Supergirl’s eyes widened with anger as she stiffened. How dare he know her deeply hidden secrets? No one, not even her cousin, knew this. But this human did! If he told anyone . . . but as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she knew that he would not tell anyone. She knew her secret would not be repeated outside of this room. And that allowed the pain of her secret to pour through her.
Everything he had said was true! He knew her secrets and she knew she couldn’t hide the truth from him because he already knew it.
She rose and said, “That’s enough. I’m leaving!” She turned and moved toward the door. Suddenly, she felt his thumb and forefinger encircle her wrist keeping her from leaving. Again, this was a new experience for her. She stared incredulously at his restraint of her, knowing she could pull away from him with almost no effort.
“Don’t let foolish pride and fear cause you to pass up what may be the only opportunity you’ll ever have.” Michael urged. “Think, before you make a decision you may regret for the rest of your life!”
“I’m not afraid of you!” she retorted. “I’m not going to stay just so you can get your jollies off at my expense.”
“At your expense?” Michael responded, impatiently.
“Making love with you will be like seducing a virgin for the first time. It would be pleasant when you accomplish your goal. But it takes an awfully lot of work and effort to get there. Sometimes, the effort is more than it’s worth.
“I think the same thing will occur with you!” he continued. “You need so much care and attention that I doubt that I’ll get very much out of it.”
“You will be the first man to fuck Supergirl!”
“Maybe. But I’ll be so busy in the process that I won’t have the time to enjoy it.”
Supergirl’s lower lip quivered, and tears formed in her eyes. And tried as she might to resist the impulse, a sob escaped from her lips. Michael didn’t need to read her mind to see the pain she was feeling. He moved beside her and put his arm around her. When she stiffened, he held her a little tighter and patted her on the back. It was the patting on the back that did it. Suddenly, her resolved left her and she burst into tears. Years of deprivation and frustration poured out in unbidden tears and sobs.
Michael held her and rocked her like one would rock a baby as she sobbed disconsolately. She didn’t put her arms around him because she knew she could crush him in her grief. Instead, she allowed herself to be held and poured her tears onto his shoulder.
Eventually, she cried herself out. He knew her secret! He might as well know everything.
“You wouldn’t what to make love to me if you knew . . . everything . . .” she floundered.
Michael helped her out. “If I knew about the abuse you’ve received at the hands of villains who captured you with Kryptonite?”
Supergirl stiffened again. Did he even know that?
“ . . . and how you were raped with a baseball bat?” he added, confirming that he knew even these secrets. “And how you lost your virginity to a piece of wood?”
Supergirl’s shoulders slumped. He knew everything!
“And how they fucked you and even orgasmed you while you were totally helpless? And how embarrassed and humiliated and helpless you felt to be raped and brought to orgasm against your will?”
She had no secrets left.
“And knowing all this,” he continued, “I still find you a beautiful and desirable woman who I would like to take to my bed?”
Who he would like to take to his . . . . Was it possible? Forgetting the impossibility of her having sex with anyone, she wondered if any human, any man could be this forgiving? This loving? He seemed to care for her, even though he knew her most terrible secrets. Supergirl was used to being an object of desire: it went with the job. Still she felt comfortable with him. Was that because of his mental manipulation of her? No, he was handsome, considerate, and thoughtful. She had very mixed emotions for this man. She resented the fact that he so abruptly had learned of everything that caused her discomfort. But she also felt . . . what? Certainly not love! She had only known him for a few hours. Besides, he was a human man. Lust? Not likely! She had not permitted herself to indulge in feelings of lust with anyone on earth. Whenever she felt her hormones stirring, she would immediately squelch the feelings since she had always known there could never be any satisfaction. Supergirl glanced sideways at his handsome eyes, and an unbidden jolt flashed through her breast. Furtively, Supergirl took a quick x-ray look at his crotch. He was adequately endowed, she reflected, not that she expected him to be hung like a leviathan. But still, why did she feel this twitch flash through her vagina when she looked at him?
But only a madman would ever consider attempting to consummate a sexual relationship with the Girl of Steel.
“No matter what I feel,” Supergirl faltered, “no matter what I want . . . I’m still Supergirl. And you are a . . . man . . . I wouldn’t want to crush you in a moment of passion. . . I’m very sensitive to touch . . . If I reacted like other women . . . I could hurt you, even kill you . . . I wouldn’t want to do that to anyone.”
“Do you want to make love with me?” Michael asked.
Supergirl blushed with embarrassment. Never in her life has she been so boldly confronted. And never in her life had she so deeply wanted to be confronted boldly. She nodded. “I think I would if it were possible,” she admitted.
“Maybe I can help you. But you will have to allow me to enter your mind and . . . and make some adjustments.”
Michael could see the fear in her eyes.
“You’ll have to trust me!” he added
Supergirl dropped her eyes. “I do trust you,” she admitted. “Is that just because you’ve . . . . manipulated me?”
“It’s partially because I’ve encouraged your trust,” Michael admitted. “But I only strengthened feelings that were already there.”
“What sort of ‘adjustments’ would you make?” Supergirl asked.
Michael explained about how he had limited the weightlifter’s performance and how he had increased the girl’s sexual response to her boyfriend.
“And you think you could do this with me? With . . . my sex . . .?” asked the Girl of Steel incredulously.
Michael nodded and explained in detail how he would apply these techniques to Supergirl and her responses to him. He also assured her that he would limit these responses to her interactions with him. And these responses would not be extended to anyone else without Supergirl’s express permission.
Accepting what he said, Supergirl asked, “And exactly how does this fit into your code of conduct for mind control?”
“I know how much you crave human intimacy,” Michael responded. “I would hope that if I help you find it, I would be leaving you better off than you were before. Quite frankly, I want you! But beyond that, I may be able to give you something you can never achieve in your life without my help.”
Chapter 5 – permission is given
She paused, thinking for a moment, and then she smiled at Michael.
“You’re going to an awfully lot of trouble simply to try to get into my pants.”
Michael cringed at the crudity of her statement, but I had to admit that she was right.
“That may be true,” he admitted, “but even if I succeed, I will not be making you do anything that you didn’t really want to do.”
“Are you saying that I saw you and I wanted to go to bed with you?” she demanded, one eyebrow rising in anger.
Michael shook his head. “No, I’m not saying that at all!” She watched him patiently, obviously waiting for an explanation.
“I admit that I was nothing more to you than any of the dozens of people who are fawning over every week. What I am saying is that you have a deep and intense longing for intimacy and physical contact.” Supergirl’s eyebrows rose again, but there was no anger this time. Michael continued, “The only person with whom you really feel comfortable is your cousin, Superman. But he doesn’t spend as much time with you. And you feel he really doesn’t listen to you or take you seriously. And since he is your cousin, there is no way you can become physically intimate with him . . . .” Supergirl’s eyes began to fill with anger again. Michael’s comments were falling much to close to home for her to be comfortable and she was responding with anger. He continued, “ . . . and you crave physical intimacy and are extremely angry that the only person who can give you that is a relative and any relationship with him is taboo.” Supergirl’s anger melted and was replaced with a look of profound sadness.
To his amazement, Michael saw tears in her eyes, which began to run down her cheeks. It was a tacit acknowledgement that everything he had guessed was true.
She struggled to maintain control, and said, “I can never experience physical intimacy with anyone. If I were to . . . even to hug a man, I might make a mistake and break his ribs . . . or even his back! That is much to high a price to pay for a little satisfaction for me.”
He nodded. “That is why I would like to limit the strength of your arms in a ‘hugging’ situation to be no more than that of a normal woman.”
“And my legs could crush a normal man before I even realized it was happening.”
“I will limit that also.”
Supergirl looked down at her skirt. “And if . . .”
“I’ve tried to think of every action you might do, consciously or unconsciously, that might injure your partner. I know that this is a terrible fear you carry . . . the fear of accidentally injuring someone else. I have to protect you from that.”
“Yeah, so you won’t get hurt!” she retorted.
“No. To keep you from the guilt you would carry if you injured me.”
She looked at him. Her entire persona had changed. She was craving assurance.
“Do you think . . . “ she obviously was nervous about placing her trust in another person, especially someone she had just met and barely knew, “ . . . Do you think . . . it would be possible . . . for . . . me . . . “, her voice dropped to a coarse whisper, “to make love with . . . a man?”
He answered honestly. “I don’t know. From the experience I’ve had with other women . . .” he saw sadness cloud her eyes, “ . . . Not women I’ve been with but with girlfriends and wives of my friends . . . .”, he quickly assured her, “I think that I could match your . . . reactions and responses . . . to those of a woman with normal strength.”
She appeared to be lost in her own thoughts. He desperately wanted to ‘peek’ into her mind to know what she was thinking, but he knew that if she sensed any intrusion into her mind, she would probably react in an excessive way. He kept away from her mind and waited for whatever was going to come next.
Michael could see she was still hesitant about yielding her mind to someone else.
“I have to tell you, until a few minute ago, I never thought being intimate with you would be anything other than a day dream.” Michael stated. It can still stay that way. Do you want to continue?” When she hesitated, he pointed out, “I’ve already had access to your mind. If I wanted to make you my slave, I could have done it by now. Do you want to continue?”
Supergirl nodded.
“With the exception of limiting the strength in your hand, I haven’t made any limitations to your use of strength. I can’t be positive that they will all work. We will have to be careful, both of us!”
“You mean you’re starting . . . from scratch . . . now?” Michael nodded. “Why didn’t you start earlier?”
“Remember the code of conduct? ”Michael asked. “’Lesser is better.’ If I had made changes within you and you had left before I had been able to undo them, I would have weakened you, and you would be considerably more vulnerable to your enemies than you are now. Also, I wouldn’t permit myself to make you do something you wouldn’t normally do. If somehow I had coerced you . . . I would not be leaving you better off than you were before you met me.”
Supergirl’s eyes locked on his and a dejected smirk passed over her face. “But if you fuck me with my permission, then you will be leaving me better off?”
Supergirl saw the infinite look of sadness that passed over Michael’s face. “I won’t fuck you.” He answered slowly. “If I feel that we are simply fucking, I won’t continue. You’re right, that wouldn’t leave you better off than you are now.
“But, if we can share intimacy, if I can help you share intimacy, enjoy physical contact with another human being, something that I know you crave, then I believe I would be leaving you better off than you were before. I would have given you something that you may never achieve without my help.
“It’s your choice. Give me permission to work in your mind. Then we will just talk for a while” Michael responded.
Chapter 6 – Supergirl decides
“All right, you have my permission to enter my mind and exercise your mind control as you have indicated.” After a moment’s further thought, she added, “but don’t make me . . . don’t control how I feel about . . . anything . . . about you.
Michael nodded agreement.
Suddenly Supergirl asked: “Will I get pregnant?”
“I beg your pardon?”
She glanced at him. “You know what I said.”
Michael nodded sheepishly. “I was just stalling for time while I got over the shock of the question.”
“It’s not a topic you particularly enjoy discussing with a woman, is it?”
Michael took her hand and kissed it, feeling her stiffen slightly as he raised her hand to his lips. “No, it’s not.” But it’s a start, he thought, and very gently entered her mind as he answered her question.
“I don’t think I can make you pregnant. I’m not sure about your biology, but I’ll give you my best guesses. As nearly as I can tell, you are not ovulating now. Even if there is an egg present, I doubt that a normal human sperm will be strong enough to fertilize it. I don’t know if Human and Super genomes are compatible. If not, then a fertilized egg would spontaneously abort. And even if an egg were fertilized and implanted itself, it is unlikely that a half-human baby would be able to stand the rigors of life in a Kryptonian mother’s womb.”
Supergirl admitted that she had thought about this before and she agreed.
“But, just to be on the safe side, I’ll use a condom,” Michael concluded.
Supergirl was quiet for a long time. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision. Her eyes met Michael’s and she took his hand and squeezed it. She squeezed hard, and it began to hurt, but the discomfort was bearable. Satisfied, she loosened her grip,
“Is your bedroom in there?” She nodded toward the door. Michael nodded.
She moved toward the door, removing her famous cape from her shoulders. She smiled back at Michael. “I’d better warn you, having sex with Supergirl is a dangerous pastime. It could be hazardous to your health . . . as well as your body!”
“If we are going to make love, there is still a fair amount I have to do. Let’s have a glass of wine.”
Supergirl went into the bedroom while Michael moved into the kitchen. He picked up two glasses and a bottle of fairly good wine. When he entered the bedroom, Supergirl had pulled down the covers and was lying on the bed, butt-naked, her hands balled into fists by her side, staring intently at the ceiling. Her nervousness was evident in the twitching of her mouth. Michael stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. She glanced at him, then looked away.
“All right, let’s get started.” She said matter of factly to the ceiling.
Regaining his wits, MICHAEL shook his head. “No,” he responded, and he put down the glasses and wine and moved to the side of the bed, taking the sheet and pulling it up until it covered her to the shoulders. “No,” he repeated, as he kissed her on the forehead.
“What do you mean, no?” she demanded, sitting up, letting the sheet fall to her lap. “I’ve seen this happen before. I know what happens. I know how it’s done.”
“No,” he repeated, and went to the closet to get a bathrobe, which he put around her shoulders and tried to slip over her arms.
“I’m Supergirl. I’m the Maid of Steel. Are you telling me what I can do and can’t do?
“That’s enough!” Michael’s harsh tone caught her by surprise. Michael continued, “Yes, you’re Supergirl, but I am the man who can give you something you have never experienced before. What’s more, I’m probably the ONLY man in the world who can. Now stop telling me what to do, and I will tell YOU what to do.”
Supergirl opened her mouth to protest, but once again, Michael placed his fingers over her lips once again, keeping her silent.
“THAT’S the way it’s going to be. Take it or leave it. Accept my terms or get dressed and leave!”
Supergirl sat with an astonished look on her face, her jaw hanging open. She couldn’t remember a time when ANYONE had spoken to her like that. It took a long time before she closed her mouth and let her eyes drop to her lap.
“What do I do?” she asked.
“You can start by saying, ‘yes, and Michael,’ or ‘Yes, sir.’” Michael responded, his tone still angry.
After a moment’s hesitation, Supergirl said, “ . . . Yes, Michael . . . .” Then she almost whispered, “ . . . sir. . . “
“And put on the robe!” Michael ordered, more gently this time.
Obediently, Supergirl complied, tying the belt with a simple overhand knot.
Satisfied, Michael poured two glasses of wine. “Now, let’s sit and enjoy a glass of wine and talk for a while.
Quietly Supergirl cautioned, “I’d better warn you, alcohol doesn’t effect me ...“
Michael smiled and pressed a glass into her hand. “The object is not to get you drunk. The object is to get you to talk!” Then, kicking his shoes off, he sat on the bed on top of the sheet, fully clothed, resting against the headboard and caressed her cheek. She scooted upward until they both were leaning against the headboard. And Michael was confronted with the age-old question: What will we talk about? Michael realized that Supergirl was thinking about what had actually been her first sexual experience. She had been captured by a villain using Kryptonite and sexually abused.
Michael reminded her that she had given him permission to be in her mind and that he knew what she was thinking. Rather than anger, Michael felt sadness within her, so he encouraged her to talk about the experience.
It became obvious that she had always needed to talk this trauma out with someone but had never had the opportunity. She hesitantly told the whole story, and eventually broke into tears as she described everything that had happened to her and the feelings of worthlessness that had grown within her. Michael put his arm around her and held her, comforting her. (He had adjusted her ‘rheostat’ on her grabbing to limit her strength to that of a normal woman, and he had had the presence of mind to limit the restriction only when she was holding him in an ‘intimate’ environment.)
The crying acted as a catharsis for Supergirl. Gradually, the tears slowed and she relaxed in Michael’s arms, feeling pleasantly comforted that she had finally talked to someone and he had gently comforted her in her pain. But the memory of her experience still made her feel rotten, worthless, . . . soiled . . .
“Can you make me forget what happened?” she asked.
It was a natural question, and Michael was unhappy with the answer he had to give her.
“No, I can’t. What happened to you affected your entire personality. Even if I took away the memory, the effects of your experience would still be there. But, here . . . let me take away some of the pain . . . ”
She felt a difference . . . she couldn’t identify what it was . . . but something had changed and she didn’t know what it was.
“Think back over your experience,” Michael urged. Supergirl did. Everything was still there. She remembered everything that had happened and she remembered how it had made her feel. The terrible guilt, the self-recriminations, the feelings of worthlessness, they were all there. But somehow, the reality that it hadn’t been her fault . . . that there was nothing she could have done to prevent it . . . there had been no defense she could have mounted. . : Yes, the memory was still there, but somehow the pain of the memory was gone. An inexpressible load was lifted off of Supergirl’s shoulders.
Michael sat back and told Supergirl about the problems he had experienced as he was growing up and learning about his mental abilities. Supergirl listened with interest. She was amazed at how similar Michael’s problems with adjusting were to hers. All the while, Michael was carefully and gently ‘resetting’ every ‘rheostat’ he could imagine in Supergirl, everything: biting, sucking, patting, pinching, probing with tongue. Everything he could think of. The difficult of the task was compounded because he had to limit the modifications so that they would only be in effect when she was in an intimate situation with HIM.
Supergirl reflected on the evening so far. This stranger had learned her deepest, darkest secrets. But she felt comfortable with him. Was that the mind control he had used on her? And the agony of the memories . . . he had taken that away!
He was concerned with how she felt! No one else had ever been concerned with her feelings! After all, she was Supergirl! But Michael recognized that she was a woman! A woman with feelings, fears, . . . did she dare say it? . . . a woman with . . . shortcomings. He knew all of this, but still he was concerned with how she felt!
He was, perhaps, the first person she had ever met who was actually concerned with how she felt! That made her feel warm, comfortable, trusting, . . .
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. When a man kisses a woman’s hand, it makes her feel . . . treasured . . . valued . . . loved! Appreciated!
“Are you doing this to me?” she asked.
It took him a moment to realize what she was asking. “No, I’m busy with another part of our mind. And you asked me not to control how you felt about me. I must honor your requests.”
“If you were doing it to me, would I know?”
He shook his head. “Probably not. At least, not if I did it right. But I really am concerned for you. I want to respect your wishes, and yet I have to help you get ready for what’s to come. I appreciate you and care for your welfare.” He kissed her forehead.
Respect. Appreciation. But nobody appreciates Supergirl, she thought! Supergirl is the Girl of Steel. Everyone takes her for granted. It’s assumed she’ll always be there. She’s always the paragon of virtue. No one cares what Supergirl feels or what her needs are. Nobody appreciates her for . . . for her simple femininity. No one but Michael. Supergirl felt appreciated by Michael. It was a heady feeling: being appreciated. There was a stirring in her loins.
“Are you doing this to me?” she asked. Michael stared at her blankly for a moment while he tuned into her active thoughts. Then he smiled.
“No, I’m not doing that! But that’s good! I’ll have to remember that one!”
Chapter 7 – Concerns and worries
Supergirl glanced at him. “What do I do?” she asked.
Michael smiled. “You can start by kissing me,” he responded. Tentatively, she lifted her lips to his, and this time, he felt a small response from her as they kissed. Very tentatively, she took his hand and led it up to her breast. As he cupped her curves within his hand, she gave a slight intake of breath.
“Do you like me?” he asked. “Do you find me attractive?” Michael asked. Michael already knew the answer since he had spent a good part of the day prompting her in that direction. But being asked that question caused some embarrassment in Supergirl. She looked away and nervously licked her lips.
“Yes,” she finally admitted. “And the thought of making love with you is beginning to turn me on,” she whispered in a voice so low he could barely hear her. She crossed her legs.
“I know you’re frightened and nervous,” Michael acknowledged. “Every woman is afraid at this moment. Everything you are feeling is entirely normal.”
She turned back to him, and gave a laugh that was somewhere between fear and anger, “Why should I be afraid? I’m Supergirl! I don’t have to be afraid of anything!”
Michael gave a nod, keeping a serious expression on his face. “Yes, you are Supergirl. And Supergirl doesn’t have to be afraid of anything. But you are also a woman. And every woman is frightened and nervous when she willingly gives her virginity to a man.”
Supergirl’s mouth twitched and her eyes dropped. “I’m scared to death!” she admitted.
Michael tightened his grip around her shoulder and she leaned onto his chest, and once again was convulsing with tears.
“You really care about me, don’t you?” She asked him. Michael nodded. “Why? Why do you care how I feel? Nobody else does!
“Oh, sure,” Supergirl continued, “if I prevent a train wreck or save someone’s life, they say they appreciate it and they thank me. But no one . . . no one! ever bothers to ask about how I feel. After all, I’m Supergirl!” She raised her eyes to his. “How is it possible that you really care about me, that you really care about how I feel?”
“I do care about how you feel,” Michael said.
“I’ve gotten to know you during the day since we met. You know how much I’ve learned about you. I like what I’ve learned.” He kissed her eyebrows, then her eyes. “And I’ve gained a new respect for you and your feelings.” He kissed her nose, and unconsciously, Supergirl raised her face toward his. “I care for you and the woman you are, and I only want to do what is best for you.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “And I have a great deal of respect for you.” Gently, he laid his hand across her stomach and kissed her again on the lips with a little more pressure. When this kiss broke, again he noticed the nervous twitch of her mouth.
Supergirl felt a stirring in her loins. She felt appreciated by Michael. Michael liked and respected her simply because she was herself. He appreciated her for her simple femininity. It was a heady feeling, being appreciated. It made her feel re-assured.
“Will it hurt?” she asked.
“I don’t think so. After what you’ve been through, it is doubtful that sex would be painful for you.”
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you!” she almost whimpered.
Thank you, he thought. “May I remain your mind? If I am in mental contact with you and it turns out I’ve missed something in my preparations, then I will be able to fix it easier.”
“Will you ‘take control’ of my mind?” she asked.
“Never!” he assured her. “But I may help you overcome some of your inhibitions. And I may help you to release some of your repressed desires.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“Any time you ask me to stop, I will. And if I sense you are suffering discomfort for any reason, I will ask you if you want to stop. And I will honor your wishes. And if you want to stop, I promise, I will not try to change your mind, at least not mentally.”
Supergirl gave a nervous smile. “Can you take away my . . . fear?”
I shook my head. “I can but I wont. If your fear becomes irrational and paralyzing, then I will act and then I will only reduce it to a ‘normal’ state.”
“Why won’t you take it away? Or remove it?”
“Because fear is part of the experience. You would be cheated if I took it away.”
Supergirl felt a much strong stirring in her stomach. “Why am I feeling this way?” she asked. “Have you done something to me to make me feel . . .’horney’?”
Michael shook his head. “No. The basic attraction was there when we saw each other. I simply encouraged yours a little.”
“But I’ve never felt this way before,” she objected.
“That’s because you have never allowed yourself to feel any basic physical attraction with any man. But I encouraged you to let it develop with me. As for the way you’re feeling: I think that’s just your body preparing itself for sex.”
Finally, she seemed to come to a decision. Her eyes met Michael’s and she took his hand and squeezed it again. She squeezed hard, and it began to hurt, but the discomfort was bearable. Satisfied, she loosened her grip, and Michael was shocked at her next question. “So, are you ready to fuck Supergirl?”
Flustered, Michael looked away from her. How does anyone respond to such a direct question? He stammered, trying to find any kind of acceptable answer. When he couldn’t find any, he acknowledged, “I admit, I have had that fantasy!” He didn’t know if she would simply move away or if the conversation would continue. It turned out he was wrong on both counts.
She whispered nervously, “I think I’m ready. What do I have to do? Do I have to turn my mind over to you completely and let you take charge?”
Chapter 8 – Sexual Intercourse
Again, Michael tightened his arm around her shoulders and drew her close to him. Supergirl placed her head on his shoulder and the two enjoyed each other’s warmth for a minute. When Supergirl raised her eyes to look at him, Michael’s lips met hers in a gentle kiss. Supergirl’s hand came up to caress his face.
There was something remarkable adolescent in the way they ‘made out’. Cautiously, Supergirl let her hand move to Michael’s shoulders and to his back and she gave him a gentle hug. Finding she could hold him without hurting him, she began kissing harder and her breathing increased. By some unspoken understanding, they slid downwards in the bed to a reclining position, and Supergirl put both arms around . . . her . . . her . . . lover . . . , cautiously holding him and letting her hands caress his back.
When Michael’s hand slipped inside her robe and caressed her breast, Supergirl welcomed his touch. But at the same time, the fear of intimacy flooded over her. To be sure, she had been touched, even fondled before, but never with the spirit of love and acceptance she felt with Michael. Always before, someone had been taking from her! But Michael’s touch was giving her something: Love, affection, and acceptance! Giving herself to a lover was something she had never experienced. And she was still afraid she might hurt him. But she desperately wanted to continue.
His lips found her breast and his kisses slowly explored every inch of her mound as his hand supported her and held her breast in place. Her breaths were coming rapidly as his lips found her nipple and began a gentle sucking motion. Her body had always been sensitive to the touch, but this sensation was so exquisite, it almost made her mind shut down. A rosy flush spread over her body.
Supergirl’s hand fell to the sash of her bathrobe and released the knot, letting the robe fall open. Then she took his hand and led it down to her fur-covered mound. She pressed his hand to her, but gasped as his fingers began exploring her. Suddenly she realized that she was damp and his fingers were caressing her dampness. Supergirl felt mortified, but she also recognized that Michael didn’t seem to mind. When his fingers spread the dainty petals of her vulva and caressed her vaginal opening, she panicked, clamping her knees together.
As suddenly as she had responded to his touch, the realization that she might have broken his hand flooded her and she relaxed her thighs. She was amazed that his hand hadn’t been hurt. Michael’s mind controlling preparations must be working.
Supergirl’s eyes widened and she emitted a long wail of fear as a finger slipped past her entrance. She realized that he . . . or at least his finger . . . had actually penetrated her, and he hadn’t been injured. She began to tremble with fear . . . actual fear . . . as she contemplated what was about to happen. She was going to make love . . . with a man! . . . and she was frightened out of her wits!
“It’s all right.” Michael’s reassuring whisper startled her. With embarrassment, Supergirl tried to push down her fear. She knew Michael was still in her mind and she felt ashamed that he should know she was afraid.
“It’s all right to be afraid,” Michael continued, still whispering as his fingers caressed her. “Fear is good! Enjoy your fear!”
But she was Supergirl! Supergirl wasn’t supposed to be afraid of anything! How could she enjoy being afraid? But still, her rapid breathing betrayed her fear. In fact, she was almost petrified with fright!
A long moan escaped her as his thumb flicked her clitoris sending a sensual jolt through her and causing her to tighten once more. Again, realizing that she was clamping down on him, she immediately forced herself to relax, and was again relieved to observe she had not injured him.
Michael found her helplessness enchanting. She seemed so helpless, so pure, so eager, but also so apprehensive.
The thrill of his touch was so great that Supergirl was totally unaware of Michael’s weight shifting on top of her. His lips left her nipple and he kissed his way to her mouth and they both began kissing deeply. Michael weight forced her knees apart and he settled between her parted thighs. Her arms encircled him in an unconscious embrace, and suddenly realized that he was no longer wearing clothes. She had been totally unaware of his undressing! As quickly as she had embraced him, she withdrew her arms, not wanting to cause him injury. She felt the lips of her labia being separated and gave a panicked yelp as she realized it was not his finger that was entering her this time. She couldn’t believe how frightened she was, what abject terror flooded her as she lay, her hands lying on the bed beside her shoulders, gazing at her lover with enormous, wide, blue eyes. She was close to panic! She was trembling with terror.
But her thighs were relaxing, spreading themselves, opening herself to him. Her own body was cooperating with the man who was about to take whatever virtue she still possessed. No, that wasn’t true. With the man to whom she was giving what was left of her virtue!
Michael inched deeper into her, whispering endearments into her ear, which she could barely hear, as her fear flooded over her. Her terror of what was happening was so great that the thought of escaping never entered her mind! She lay beneath him, absolutely pale and trembling with fear, having lost the flush of a few moments before.
It was almost as if she were outside of her own body, not participating in the actual event. She stared at the ceiling with glassy eyes, spasming, as he pressed deeper into her, and immediately forcing herself to relax, not wanting to hurt him.
She felt his pelvis press against hers and his testicles contacted her perineum. She knew that he was fully inside of her. He was fully inside of her! She was making love! Supergirl was actually making love . . . with a man!
Worried, she placed her cheek against his and whispered, “Am I hurting you?”
Her cheek against his, she could feel his smile as he shook his head. “No,” he answered. “It feels great. And YOU are marvelous!” Supergirl was astonished by his next words! “Am I hurting YOU?”
Her eyes widened at the thought. Then she shook her head and uncontrollably, her body spasmed. Alarmed, she asked, “Did you feel that?” He nodded. “Did it hurt you?” Again, she felt his smile and he shook his head. Consciously, she slowly tightened her sex around him and heard him give a contented moan.
“Did that hurt you?” she asked.
“You can do that as often as you like!” he answered. She did it again and he moaned again. And she could feel his smile. He withdrew slightly and gently thrust into her again, and began a slow rhythmic motion. Again, she felt the same unfamiliar stirring in her stomach.
Ever so carefully, she rolled her hips into his and met his thrust, causing the feelings in her center to increase. Was this love? She let her head relax back against the pillow and closed her eyes as the two of them established a rhythm together. The “feeling” grew within her belly and she found that if she moved a certain way, meeting his thrusts, the “feeling” grew and it excited her.
“Michael?” Supergirl whispered shyly.
“Uh-huh.” Michael continued his thrusts but raised his head so he could look into her face.
“Can I look?”
Again, that famous smile, and he nodded, raising himself above her, supporting himself on his hands. Supergirl looked downward and could actually see his penis moving in and out of her. She saw the rolled end of the condom next to his body. The surface of the condom was sleek with moisture and she observed, as well as felt, as he disappeared into her depths. It excited her to see his member pumping in and out and her body.
She raised her eyes to his and drew him to her again until their bodies were pressed closely together.
“Thank you!” she whispered.
Michael’s thrusts and breathing became quicker and it was becoming harder for her to ‘keep up’.
Michael sped up even more and suddenly, without warning, he gave a small grunt, pressed into her as deeply as he could and she felt him spasming deep within her being. Remaining deep inside of her, he released his breath in a long sign and frantically resumed pumping inside of her. Supergirl didn’t know what to do, so she simply rolled her hips with him and held him as Michael wildly pistoned into her, seeming to want to press deeper each time. Then he froze, deeply within her, and gave a long, contented, “Oooooh, Yeeessssss!” and collapsed on top of her, panting.
She felt him beginning to shrink within her and she caressed his back.
And she realized her arms were around him.
“Are you all right?” she whispered.
Michael nodded. “Are you?”
Supergirl nodded and continued to stroke his back, still feeling the ‘aftershocks’ of his orgasm. Suddenly, she began to shake as the totality of what had happened flooded over her. She pulled Michael closer to her. Then realizing what she was doing, she pulled her hands away.
“It’s all right! You can hold me!” he reassured her, and again she clutched him against her breast and trembled uncontrollably.
“I did it!” she exhaled, and tears rolled out of her eyes. “You did it!” Still holding him, Supergirl relaxed, and Michael let all of her tensions and fears drain out of her with her tears. He slipped out of her. Through teary eyes, she gazed at Michael's face above her. A small, tremulous smile appeared on her beatific face. “We did it!”
Michael’s warm, broad smile seemed to reach into her soul. “Yes,” he confirmed. “We certainly did!”
Supergirl stretched her arms and let them fall to the bed above her head. She gave a contented sigh and let her whole body relax underneath Michael’s weight. He rolled to the side and she looked downward and saw him disposing of the condom. She smiled, pleased that he had kept his promise to try to protect her.
Here was a normal man doing something to protect her instead of the other way around. But it felt good to be protected! Even in this simple, innocuous way.
“Thank you!” she whispered to him again, and he held her gently, even possessively, as they cuddled together in the afterglow.
Chapter 9– a conversation with Superman
Supergirl stayed about half of the night. Then her Super hearing informed her of an emergency requiring her attention. Reluctantly, she disengaged herself from their embrace with a brief explanation. She dressed, kissed Michael, and then flew out the window.
Michael observed on the news that both Supergirl and Superman were involved in major rescue events involving a massive earthquake. Their involvement continued for several days. Then, as the earthquake ‘cleanup’ was drawing to a close, Michael heard a tap on his window. Michael was astonished as he opened the window and realized he was receiving a personal visit from Superman, himself!
During the rescue operations, Superman had spoken with his cousin and learned of what had happened between Michael and her. He confronted Michael with all of the protectiveness of an Italian Padrone tenaciously protecting his cousin’s honor. He also warned Michael, with most effecting particulars, not to mess with his mind. Of course, Superman’s body language was so strong there was no need for Michael to try to enter his mind to know what he was really thinking. Superman demanded to know what Michael’s intentions were toward his cousin.
Michael was not sure where he found the courage, but he confronted Superman eye to eye, stating that his relationship with Superman’s cousin wasn’t really any of Superman’s business. But since Superman had asked, Michael had found that Supergirl was in desperate need of intimacy and understanding, and that if she wished Michael to provide her with these qualities, Michael would do his best.
At the suggestion that Michael would continue to share intimacy with his cousin, Superman grabbed Michael’s lapels and lifted him upward until Michael’s hair was actually touching the ceiling of the room. In response to the implied threat, Michael stated that if Superman had taken time to talk with his cousin and listen to her concerns and problems, there wouldn’t be as much need for her to seek validation elsewhere. After Superman released him, Michael pointed out that Superman was generally too busy to spend time with her listening to her and that he was extremely uncomfortable talking about Supergirl’s problems with relationships and feelings. Superman would begin to give her practical advice on what to do when confronted by these situations.
Although, Superman obviously wanted to keep control of their discussion, the conversation quickly degraded from him being a protective Italian Father protecting his daughter to that of Michael being a Dutch uncle advising his protégé.
Eventually, Superman left, but not before warning Michael that if he didn’t treat Supergirl right, Michael would have to answer to him!
Chapter 10 – epilog – another conversation with Superman
Toward the end of the week Michael received a phone call from Superman. He was surprised that Superman would use such a mundane form of communication. And Michael was even more surprised when the conversation started with conventional ‘small talk’.
Gradually the conversation gravitated to Superman’s cousin. Superman told Michael that he had had a long talk with her recently . . . (Michael held his breath wondering what ‘big brother” would have to say about his relationship with Supergirl.)
To Michael’s surprise, Superman thanked him for being so considerate of his cousin. He reported that she was much more at ease with herself and that they were able to have a better and easier conversation than they had ever had before.
“She seems to have developed a sense of self-worth, and she exudes a sense of well-being,” Superman confided.
The cousins had talked about a lot of difficult and very sticky subjects, and Superman almost sounded wistful as he told Michael that she had actually curled up and cried on his shoulder. It was an experience Superman had never had before, and he was grateful to Michael for making it happen. When Michael started hemming and hawing, Superman acknowledged that he knew that Michael and Supergirl had a date to spend the weekend together, and Superman had promised her that he would cover all unexpected emergencies so that she would not be disturbed.
The conversation ground to an end and long pauses began stretching out. Michael didn’t know whether to close the conversation and hang up or to wait for something more.
Finally, Superman cleared his throat “I appreciate what you’ve done for . . . what you’re doing for my cousin.” Then, very timidly, Superman asked what must have been very difficult questions for him.
“But I was just wondering . . . . uh . . . do you suppose . . . mmmm ….. Would you be willing . . .”
It was really scary to hear the Man of Steel fumbling over his own words, unable to get his thoughts out.
“ . . . would you be willing . . . to get . . . uh . . . . to get together and have a talk with . . . with me . . . sometime. I’ve got a few questions to ask you . . . . .”
the end
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