Batgirl’s retirement!
By
Barnabus
Manipulation,
domination and control. These are the
characteristics of a sexual predator.
Written: 7/19/05 – 12/31/05
Revised: xx/xx/xx
(Batgirl, M/F, romance,
consensual)
SUBJECT:
Batgirl falls in love.
She loses her love and suffers a dramatic career change.
WARNING:
This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of
a sexual nature. If you find such
material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this
story for one more suitable for you.
Batgirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC
Comics. I am borrowing her because I want to play with her. The man, Ray Rule, belongs to me.
This is a work of fan-fiction. This story 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
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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 story is set in modern times (hence, the references
to non-abstinence propaganda), but it could be from the 1050s on. The genesis of this story started when ‘Allen’,
another author, gave me feedback on another story I had written. ‘Allen’ suggested he “would love you to
do a Batgirl story where the villain discovers her ID and gets her pregnant,
forcing her to retire, or some other "ending" of Batgirl's career
story.”
The idea tweaked my mind, and this story is the
culmination of those thoughts. ‘Allen’
has reviewed my work and given valuable feedback, so in a way he deserves ‘an
assist’ with this story.
Batgirl normally uses birth control, as all super
heroines do (or should). Likewise, in
'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave
responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to
avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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I appreciate your comments, both positive and
negative.
Feedback is welcome and accepted at
barnabus329@hotmail.com.
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Chapter 1: Barbara’s background
Barbara
Gordon had no illusions about ‘saving herself for her wedding night’. During college she had several
boyfriends. During her sophomore year,
with typical adolescent fumbling to be sure, she had been introduced to sexual
love between a man and a woman.
In retrospect, she only entered into these relationships because it was
‘the thing to do’ or because the boyfriend had pressured her. She had never ‘been in love’ with any of her
partners, and none would have been considered ‘marriage material‘.
Following
college, she became a crime fighter and she had been raped several times as
Batgirl. In view of the rapes, she was
thankful that she had been introduced to sex in more pleasant surroundings (if
a student’s grubby apartment or the back seat of a car could be considered
‘more pleasant’).
Deep
down in her heart, she wished that she had resisted the temptations in college
and had chosen another career so that now she could be spending her time
looking for an appropriate husband, one who would love her, court her, woo her,
and eventually (hopefully before too long) marry her. Then, on their wedding night, she would be able to present
herself to him, pure and spotless, and they would have children and a nice
house . . . if only . . . !
But since she had left college and undertaken a full time
(well, maybe nighttime) career as Batgirl, she had reluctantly put her personal
sex-life on hold. Barbara had somehow
tucked her sexuality away and left it in a drawer somewhere, almost forgotten,
only to be brought out and displayed when needed for a short period of
time. Then it had been wrapped up and
hidden away until the next time it might be needed.
She dated infrequently and casually since she knew at any
time she might be called upon to perform her duties as Batgirl. And it would never do to be in bed with a
boyfriend when the bat-alarm went off and she was called to duty! How would she explain that to her
boyfriend? “Sorry, honey, I’ve just
developed a headache. Here’s your hat
and coat. Goodbye!”
Still,
she was constantly exposed to non-abstinence propaganda, just the same as every
other American girl! Everywhere she
turned, in the press, on TV, in ‘woman’s magazines’, on the Internet, the
movies, everywhere, indiscriminate promiscuity was advocated! It was supposed to ’liberate’ women, but
Barbara felt it put women in greater bondage with less security than ever. Maintaining chastity was a value that was
incomprehensible to the public at large, or at least the media, which
proclaimed itself as spokesmen for the public at large.
Barbara knew that there were women who lived a life of
abstinence. She had entered her
sophomore year of college with her hymen still intact. But the propaganda constantly being
presented to her indicated that she was one of the ‘few and far-between
oddballs’ of society, and she had yielded to the high-pressure tactics and
begging of a badly chosen boyfriend.
Then, since there was no longer a necessity to protect her virtue,
others had followed. It was not until
her senior year, when as a dorm advisor and tutor, that she realized that the
popular culture had lied to her, and, in fact, many more girls, even
upperclassmen, had kept their virginity and planned to remain virgins until
they married.
Of course, it was too late for Barbara by then.
Now,
as an adult and of necessity, Barbara, because of her Batgirl persona was
required to live a life of celibacy, of abstinence!
Chapter 2: Barbara meets Ray
As
librarian at the Gotham library, Barbara met many people, most of them simply
passing through, seeking certain information from the library and never seen
again.
The
man who stood before her was the same as so many others. He was apparently in his early 40s, was
polite, handsome, charming, obviously successful, attractive and entertaining. His features were perfectly formed, complete
with a pencil-thin British moustache and a patrician nose worthy of a roman
emperor. His nose entranced Barbara! It was a perfect, thin noble nose that might
have been stamped on a roman coin. The
thin moustache looked like it had been penciled along his upper lip. Carrying himself like an aristocrat, Barbara
felt that she was in the presence of royalty.
His speech was completely egalitarian and he was exceedingly
personable. But beneath it all, Barbara
sensed a cold, detached manner.
But
Barbara’s ears perked up somewhat when she heard that he was preparing a
magazine article and wanted to do some research on Batgirl. Striking up a conversation, he outlined his
ideas and mentioned in passing that he would like to interview Batgirl.
Expressing
interest, Barbara asked him about the magazine he represented, and was given
the name of a regional magazine. He
presented her with a business card identifying him as Ray Rule, and naming the
magazine.
Barbara took him to the newspaper section of the
library, pointed out the microfilm and microfiche readers and the directory of
old newspaper articles, etc., then left him as he delved into his research.
On
her way back to the main desk, Barbara took the time to find a copy of the
magazine named on his card and looked up the tombstone. Sure enough, the name Ray Rule was listed as
a contributor. At her desk, she called
the magazine and found that the Ray Rule was a free-lancer who submitted
articles to them. He lived somewhere
’back East’. The person on the other
end of the line believed that Ray was “out ‘in the field’ somewhere right
now”. That supported his statements and
explained his presence in Gotham City.
Barbara asked if the magazine might ever run stories about Batman or
other super heroes and was told that that was not the Magazine’s usual style
but if someone developed a really good story, they might consider it.
As
closing time approached, Ray Rule returned to Barbara’s desk with a handful of
copies of various articles about Batgirl.
He repeated that he would like as much information on Batgirl as he
could get, and mentioned again that he would like to interview Batgirl.
“You’ve
lived in Gotham City for some time,” he observed, “Maybe I could interview
you. I would be glad to buy you dinner
in return for an interview.”
Male
library patrons had asked Barbara out on dates before. She couldn’t resist the
temptation to give him a quick, fact-finding once over before she automatically
refused the invitation dropping of her eyes and a blushing. He found this a delightful, almost innocent
response and he felt an affinity this brunette behind the desk.
Barbara
watched as he left the library. Never
before had she felt such a visceral attraction to a man . . . it was almost
hypnotic, and she wondered why. For the
moment, he became a masculine object that tweaked her animal instincts in a
most delightful way.
Of
course, Barbara had just met him. She
didn’t know him and the only words they had spoken concerned library
business. But there was an instinctual
response within her. And it was within her,
not between them. At least not
yet. She had no idea of the character
of the man leaving the library. She
didn’t know of his intentions with Batgirl might be, or with her for that
matter, but she believed he would not take advantage of a woman.
She
might never see him again, so she allowed herself to daydream about the man
that lay beneath the well-dressed facade.
What would it be like to touch him, to be touched by him? Starting with his aristocratic nose, strong
chin, hands and wrists, she visualized his arms and shoulders. She imagined the feel of his muscles and
running her fingers through the hair on his chest. She guessed that his hands and arms would be strong, taking
possession of her. And in her daydream
she lost herself within him - - - and she engulfed him within her.
What
caused this attraction she was feeling?
It was spontaneous and very unique, probably a response to something
specific. Maybe it was his stance, or
possibly his barely visible eyes the first time she saw him as he entered the
library that made her feel that he was strong, dominant . . . masculine! His speech was soft, kind and gentle. Even tender and loving. Whatever it was about him, it had started in
a secret place within Barbara, a private place that Barbara could not have
identified even if she tried.
Chapter 3: an invitation to lunch
When
the library opened the next day, Barbara found herself still musing about Ray
Rule. There was definitely a chemistry
there, at least on her behalf.
Barbara
had recently turned twenty-five. It’s
an age at which probably every unmarried woman finds herself stopping to
reassess her life. She had lived a
quarter of a century, and still had some childbearing years ahead of her, but
not a whole lot. And if she wanted
children, she knew she would have to start soon. But she needed a man to have children, preferably a husband. And there were only two men in Barbara’s
life: her father and Batman. Obviously
her father was not a candidate and she doubted that Batman would be interested. Ever!
Would
Ray Rule be interested? she wondered.
Shaking
her head, Barbara wondered where all of this introspection was coming
from. She was Batgirl! There was no room in her life for either a
man or children. Or even a single
child! In a flash, she knew where the
introspection had originated: her age and her biological clock that was drawing
forth a maternal instinct that she never realized she had.
Unexpectedly,
she saw Ray Rule enter the library and approached her desk. When he arrived, she directed him to the
information he was seeking today, but before he left to pursue his research,
she thanked him once again for his invitation to dinner and suggested that
maybe they could go to lunch together.
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Lunch
was pleasant but uneventful. Barbara
felt the unexplainable attraction to Ray more than ever. She liked the sound of his voice, the way he
looked, the way he smelled. And she was
sure, given the opportunity, she would enjoy the way he felt and the way he
tasted. But Ray was the model of
propriety, insisting on addressing her as ‘Miss Gordon’. Just as Barbara was fixated on Ray, he
appeared to be fixated on Batgirl, and the conversation kept coming back to the
super heroine.
By
the end of lunch, Barbara promised Ray that she would see if she could arrange
an interview with Batgirl. Ray suggested
the following Thursday. And it would be over dinner.
And,
of course, Barbara was able to make the arrangements.
Chapter 4: the “Interview”
They
meet in a private dining room in a small Italian Restaurant on a back street of
Gotham City.
Batgirl
immediately realized that she felt the same attraction to him when she is
wearing her cowl as when she was behind the librarian’s desk.
Uncomfortably,
they went through the stiff formalities of introducing themselves to each other. Batgirl felt like a high school girl on a
first date as she sat across from him, picking at her salad. She squirmed and wriggled as she tried to
talk with him. The conversation was
awkward and stilted for both of them, and probably would have stayed that way
with the evening ending miserably for both of them if it had not been for an
elixir called Bordeaux!
The
wine relaxed them both and greased their interplay. Conversation became more normal and natural. Occasionally a joke would surface and both
began to feel more comfortable with each other.
In
due course, they both reached for the breadbasket simultaneously, Ray touched
her wrist. They both froze at the
physical contact. It wasn’t much, but
it was a beginning. Ray grasped her
wrist and turned it, commenting that he liked her glove.
Batgirl’s
glove extended half way up her forearm and had decorative wings. It was specially made of the finest material
and although it appeared the same as any other glove, it fit her hand like a
second skin and was so pliable that she could pick up a pin. She could feel almost as much through the
glove as she could with her bare hand.
Yet the material was sturdy enough to stop a bullet.
Batgirl
grasped a piece of bread and slowly withdrew her arm. As she did so, Ray dragged the tips of his fingers across the
back of her gloved hand.
The
implied caress of his fingers sent shivers of pleasure flooding through them
both, leaping up their nerves, synapse to synapse, neuron to neuron until they
reached the receptive centers of their brains bringing intense pleasure to both
of them.
Even
though shallow pools of alcohol that were collecting in Batgirl’s eyes, she
doubted that Ray’s interest, or her own response for that matter, had anything
to do with her glove. Rather, she
suspected, it was Ray’s desire to touch her.
And of course, she was right.
.
Conversation
became a little easier. But the sexual
tension between the two of them increased markedly.
When
Batgirl’s wine glass was empty, Ray immediately stood and walked to her side of
the table to refill her glass, as a proper waiter should. When her glass was filled, he placed the
bottle on the table, but remained by her shoulder. Slowly, Batgirl looked over her shoulder. Ray’s hand found her chin and held it steady
as he bent, pausing with his lips only a quarter of an inch from hers. She waited, and when he didn’t move to her,
she closed the distance between them for a gentle kiss.
After
a moment’s hesitation, Ray returned to his seat.
Once
he was seated, Batgirl asked if he was
married. He replied that he was not,
but he did have children. She chose not
to pursue this subject right now.
By the end of the evening, Batgirl had learned the hotel where he was staying. It was nearby. She had also agreed to meet him for dinner the following Thursday. As she prepared to leave, she paused and he kissed her again. He held her close to him, but not overly tightly, and Batgirl imagined she could feel him thicken against her leg, but she knew that that was not possible through her armor. As she walked away, she could not think of anything better than the anticipation of their next date.
Chapter 5: the second date.
Exactly
one week later, Batgirl and Ray met again at the Italian restaurant. There was very little pretense of
attempting to conduct an interview at this meeting. Batgirl felt warm and squirmy . . . again like an adolescent on
a date that she hoped would be romantic, but hadn’t reached that point
yet. And reluctantly, she had to admit
to herself, this *was* a date, plain and simple! After all, this was only her second date as
Batgirl. And Batgirl wasn’t sure how
to behave on a date.
She
was uncomfortable.
She
had decided not to wear her armor, but rather wore an earlier version of her
costume; one made out of a stretchy cotton material, and she was rather
self-conscious because she knew the bra and panty lines were visible through
the form fitting fabric. The relatively
thin cloth would also permit her to feel anything . . . or anyone . . . who
touched her.
Ray
observed that there was a change of her costume, although he didn’t know
exactly what had changed. He also
noticed that when she turned, her costume stretched over her bosom and showed a
fine profile. Looking at her, he felt a
certain pride of ownership, even if the ownership consisted only of the one
evening they had had together.
The
same dinner was served, even with the same vintage of Bordeaux. Batgirl realized that Ray had diligently
duplicated their first date, and she hoped that this date might pick up where
the previous date had left off. But
still, was it appropriate for Batgirl to ‘date’ a man? Of course, Barbara Gordon could, but *Batgirl*?
Partway
through the meal, once again, Ray found a reason to touch her wrist, and once
again, the streaks of pleasure flooded Batgirl. Why did she feel this way about him? He was a relative stranger, after all. What was there about him that was so hypnotic, so magnetic?
So *seductive*?
Spellbound,
Batgirl watched as he ran his finger down the back of her hand again. Fascinated, she let him take her hand and
they gazed into each other’s eyes. They
gazed for a long time, saying nothing.
Although her cowl covered much of her face, Ray couldn’t help but notice
that she had the captivating face of a young woman just past innocence. And she gave him a smile that completely
threatened his equilibrium. Her touch was electric. His body was suddenly humming like one of those power lines
stretched over the dry Kansas plains.
She was undeniably magnificent!
Finally,
Ray broke the silence. “Would you like
to go to my hotel room for a cocktail?” he asked.
“I .
. . can’t,” she faltered. “I would be
recognized. The tabloids would have a
field day.”
“I’ve arranged for a private taxi service and there is a
rear entrance to the hotel that is deserted this time of day.”
Common
sense gave way to hormones, and Batgirl nodded her head. Immediately, Ray produced a trench coat and
a floppy hat that completely hid her costume and features. Leaving the meal only half eaten, they
stepped through the rear door into an alley where a taxi was waiting.
Once
inside the taxi, somehow, her hand ended up touching his. His leg sidled up to her leg as if their
limbs were doing it on their own, their bodies silently saying, “enough of
this, I’m cold, I’m lonely.”
The
ride in the taxi was too short, but it was long enough that Ray could put his
arm around her. The rest of the trip
involved embracing and clinging to each other.
Both of them had to acknowledge where this was heading. A new concept of ‘them’ began to form in
Batgirl’s mind.
Entering the rear door of the hotel, a fashionable,
upscale (and of course discreet) establishment, they used the servant’s
elevator and entered Ray’s room without encountering anyone.
Once
inside his room, a quick glance showed that the room was a typically sterile
hotel room, although luxuriously, to be sure.
Batgirl shucked the hat, and there was an awkward politeness to their
mannerisms, as though they were a couple on a blind date.
Ray
moved behind Batgirl and assisted her in removing the trench coat. Sliding his arms around her waist, he kissed
her cheek and neck. Batgirl lay her
head on his shoulder. She was sweating
all over, but not enough to show through her Bat-costume. Turning to him, she wrapped her arms around
his neck and, without thinking, whispered, “You are the sexiest man I’ve ever
met.”
Suddenly they were caught in a fast embrace, their lips
locked passionately together. Any
hesitation that Batgirl might have had dissolved with surprising ease. As their lips met, the veil of properness
and decorum between them dissolved. Batgirl’s lips melted into his. She was surprised at how readily she entered
into the kiss, how easily she gave herself over into the sensations.
They made out like overly hormonal high
school kids, kissing and petting and snuggling.
It
had been years since Barbara Gordon had enjoyed this kind of contact with a
man. Her sexuality that had been so
carefully tucked away from her life came pouring fourth, uncontrolled,
wild. She could never remember wanting
a man as strongly as she wanted Ray.
Her body tingled all over. And
her nether regions actually throbbed in anticipation and desire, demanding
satisfaction of the lust that poured through her.
Finally,
it was Batgirl who suggested that it was time to ‘. . . take the relationship
further.’
She
had actually used those words, surprised that they had actually made it out of
her mouth. She was extremely grateful
that he hadn’t laughed at her, and even more grateful for his response, which
after several moments of silence had been a sober nod of his head.
There
would be no cocktails that night.
Their
coupling was fast and furious! The only
words spoken were Batgirl’s directions to Ray concerning the removal of her
costume, and Ray’s query asking Batgirl if she wanted him to use protection. At her request, Ray paused long enough to
provide it.
It
felt so warm and comfortable as she engulfed his manhood. The sensation was marvelous!
Both
gasped for their breath as they were coming down from their unrestrained and
uninhibited convulsive climax. Still
convulsing around his softening member, Batgirl was awed by the intensity of
their lovemaking.
Ray
found their joining enjoyable, but not that unusual for a first sexual
encounter between eagerly consenting partners.
He recognized a certain innocence, a freshness in Batgirl, as she lay
beneath him, naked except for her cowl and some hair. Obviously, she was not a virgin: she had nervously waited, anticipating his entrance . . . but
once he had penetrated her, she gasped, and quickly responded. She was ardent, but slightly clumsily
throwing herself into their lovemaking.
Through
the years, Ray had observed the hesitant nervousness, almost always present in
a willing virgin. And the eager
response he had noticed in slightly more experienced lovers as they
enthusiastically began learning the art and techniques of making love.
In
many respects, romantically speaking, Barbara Gordon was still an
adolescent. She had never grown beyond
the fumbling exploration stage in her relationships. True, she had experienced sex as Batgirl where she had been used
and abused. But since she left college,
she had never enjoyed romance. As soon as
she put on her cowl and cape, and encountered her first rape, her romantic
development had been stunted.
Although,
she had not been a virgin, apparently she had never really had a long-term
lover; therefore she really had no one to compare him with.
After
their first consummation, Batgirl lay in Ray’s arms and they talked dreamily.
Sheepishly, she asked him if he was a virgin.
He smiled and shook his head, but offered no details. And belatedly, Batgirl remembered that he
had told her he had children.
Curled
in his arms, hesitantly and slightly embarrassed, Batgirl admitted that Ray had
not been her first either. She
mentioned her experimentation as a college student and then told him that since
she had become Batgirl, she had been captured and raped on various
occasions. She admitted that she had
been raped by both men and women, and that some of the rapes had been rather
brutal. Snuggling in his arms, she
whispered that she was glad she had found a man who made her feel like a real
woman, not simply a fuck toy or an object where a criminal could take out his
aggressions.
As
she spoke, Ray studied the beautiful girl, he was holding in his arms. She had
been a famous crime fighter for several years.
So that made her at least in her mid twenties. She had gone through a lot of abuse during the past five years or
so: more abuse than any woman should ever be exposed to.
Ray
wanted to make love again. He wanted to
reach over and slide his hand over her breast and to relive what had happened
earlier, tracing her body to codify and confirm her exact beauty. But he didn’t.
He
knew that would take place later, probably after dinner and wine, in a setting
where seduction was at least tacitly acknowledged and their eventual copulation
was assumed, the outcome of their evening, pre-determined. In short, he was anticipating their next
date. Indeed, his libido was about one
week ahead of reality.
Suddenly,
Batgirl became self-conscious and embarrassed by the fact that she was lying
naked in bed with a man, and they had just made love. Making excuses, she quickly dressed and left. Ray escorted her through the back elevator
and hallways, the same way she had arrived.
And again, they encountered no one.
But before a quick ‘goodbye kiss’, Batgirl promised to call him so they
could arrange another date.
Chapter 6: Life goes on
The
next morning, Barbara walked into the library with confidence inspired by the
knowledge that someone was in love with her.
Some of her fellow workers notice the spring in her step, and a
particularly close, and somewhat earthy, girlfriend at the library whispered
secretively, ‘You must have gotten laid last night’. Of course, Barbara refused to acknowledge the suggestion, but at
least part of her secret was out.
Later
on that day, Barbara made an appointment to visit her obGyn to be tested for VD
and to renew her prescription for birth control pills. She knew that the next session with Ray
would probably be an all-nighter, and she wanted to know if she was committing
herself to a two-week regimen of penicillin.
(But even if she was, she planned to enjoy the process and she figured
it would be worth it!) She was mildly
surprised, but very pleased when all indications came back negative. Of course, it would take a while for the
blood work to come back, but it appeared that both she and Ray were ‘clean’.
The
following Thursday, they met once more at the Italian restaurant. They shared a pleasant dinner, but
everything was rather stiff and awkward, because they both know that the
evening would end in Ray’s hotel room.
The
evening went as expected. Their second consummation in Ray’s bed was as good as
the first, and as Batgirl lay sated, cradled in Ray’s arms, a flash picture of
deepest love crossed her consciousness.
Ray
had coaxed the sexuality out of its hiding place and fanned it until it had
burst into a flame and was consuming her like a wild fire.
They
made love several times that night, easily, not hurriedly, but leisurely
enjoying each other’s company, gradually learning about each other’s body,
beginning to learn how to give and receive pleasure.
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Chapter 7 - Motel meetings
Meeting in a fancy hotel really wasn‘t acceptable, having
to sneak in the back door and down hallways.
They both knew it was only a matter of time until someone saw her and
recognized her.
Batgirl knew of a modest motel that had ground floor
rooms with sliding glass doors to the parking lot and an extremely discreet
staff. And Ray agreed to move their
Thursday night date there. Ray would
check in to a ground floor rear room.
Batgirl could roll her bat-cycle into the room through the glass doors
and no one would be aware of her presence.
They skipped the restaurant. Their time together was so precious to each of them that neither
one wanted to lose time eating dinner.
As soon as the bat-cycle was inside the room with the
door and curtains closed, the familiar and bottomless lust asserted
itself. They fell into an embrace and
sidled their way to the bed. Ray’s
insistent hand wandered over the thin fabric of her costume where he found the
spongy resilience of her breasts.
Batgirl was no longer wearing any underwear beneath her cotton
costume. She believed Ray preferred it
that way, and she justified this by knowing that there were no longer any
lingerie lines visible. Of course, her
nipples and pubis were plainly outlined through the fabric.
Promptly, her costume and his clothes were shed and the
two of them were in bed and approaching a mutual climax.
After their coupling, both sat cross legged on bed eating
Chinese food, talking, laughing and joking with each other like a couple of
kids on an adventure.
A moment of seriousness intruded on their levity, and
Batgirl, dressed only in her cowl, reached out to take hold of Ray’s hand.
.
“Why do we have to wait a whole week to meet again? I don’t want to wait until next Thursday to
be with you?” She complained.
Ray smiled and pressed her hand between his. “I’m afraid I have other obligations,” he
replied non-committally. He raised her
hand to his lips and kissed it.
“Thursday is the only day I can spend with you.” He turned her hand in his and kissed the
palm. “But let us enjoy the time that
we have.” He kissed her wrist and began
kissing his way up her arm.
But Batgirl withdrew her hand, noting the disappointment
in his eyes. There was something else
on her mind that needed to be discussed.
She had received the final results back from her ObGyn, and knew that
she was disease free, which implied that Ray, also, was clean. Although she couldn’t be certain since he
had always used a condom.
Batgirl took a deep breath. “I’ve completed a medical screening and I know that I am disease
free. I don’t even get cold sores in my mouth.
It’s true that I have contracted VD in the past when I was raped, but
it’s been treated and cured . . . so you wouldn’t have to worry . . . .”
“I understand,” Ray interrupted, cutting off her
embarrassing discourse. “I’ve been to
my doctor, too. And he says that I
don’t have anything.”
Apparently Ray had taken the same precautions that
Batgirl had taken after their initial encounters. The thought angered that he suspected he might catch a
disease from her, but Batgirl was also relieved. After all, he had simply been behaving
responsibly.
She had another question for Ray.
“Is it true that using a condom decreases a man’s
sensation when he makes love?” she asked, slightly hesitantly.
Ray nodded, typically non-verbal in moments like this.
“Would you prefer to have sex without the condom?”
Ray smiled. “Very
much so! ‘Going bareback’ would let me
experience so much more of you that I can’t feel now. But I don’t want to do anything that might put you at risk of any
sort.”
Batgirl felt like a little girl revealing one of her deep
dark secrets to a close playmate. “I
take the pill,” she said faltering.
Seeing Ray lift his eyebrows inquiringly, she quickly added, “All super
heroines do! They have to! We know we are in constant danger of being
captured and raped. It . . . it . . .
it . . . goes with . . . the job. So we
protect ourselves as best we can . . .”
After a moment’s hesitation, Ray asked, “So . . . do you
want me to continue using a condom?”
“Only if you want to, if you’re more comfortable that
way. But you don’t have to use
protection for my benefit.”
A slow smile grew on Ray’s face. He reached under the pillow and took the box
of condoms from its hiding place and placed it on the night table out of the way. Then, he took his chopsticks and had another
bite of Chinese food. Both ate in
silence for a few minutes, lost in thought, obviously both thinking about their
next mating: their first ‘bareback’ encounter.
Batgirl realized that Ray had stopped eating, and he was
staring at her womanhood. Sitting
cross-legged, she was not only exposed, but her lips were spread. And Ray was admiring her. This was the third night they had made love
in as many weeks, his sense of ownership of this woman was increasing.
Self consciously, Batgirl blushed and moved her hand to
block his view. At the same time, her
eyes dropped and focused on his limp, damp manhood. Quickly, she shifted her legs so that both of her knees rested
together with her feet to the side, assuming a much more modest pose. When she
glanced back at him, Ray was smiling.
“If I show you mine, will you show me yours?”
Batgirl was mortified at being in this situation and the
resulting suggestion. Although she had
experienced sex on numerous occasions before she met Ray, even oral sex, she
had never had the opportunity to examine the male apparatus ‘up close and
personal’. And like every basically
inexperienced girl, she was curious.
But the idea of having him examine her female anatomy made
her extremely nervous. But why should
it? She had given him her heart. And she had given him a great deal more,
also! In fact, she had already given
him everything he could possibly see. Why shouldn’t she permit him to look at
what he had already possessed? Timidly,
she nodded agreement, and moved her hand away.
“Hmmm, I see you’re not a natural redhead,” he commented,
once again embarrassing her.
Suddenly, her response came to her. “And I see that you’ve been attacking me
with a blunt instrument.” Ray
smiled. Batgirl smiled, and soon they
were both laughing at the ridiculousness of their exchange.
As their laughter died out, Ray placed his food
containers and chopsticks on the bedside table and lay back on the bed, his
legs slightly spread. It was Batgirl’s
turn to look.
Reclining beside him, she put her hand on his chest, and
then slid it downward until, hesitantly, her hand covered his limp, slightly
damp, penis. It still seemed awfully
big to her, and she was secretly amazed that it had been able to fit inside of
her. And that it felt so good inside of
her! Actually, it had been a perfect
fit!
Indeed, she was elated by how perfectly their bodies
meshed together, the perfection of design where her rounded breasts compressed
flawlessly against his hard chest, where his manhood was located at exactly the
right place to merge into her womanhood, gently caressing her clitoris, where
their lips could meet as they made love and their arms could surround and
caress each other and hold each other tightly as they shared intimacy in a way
that can only occur between a man and a woman.
She enclosed his masculinity within her fingers,
squeezing it gently, fascinated with the rubbery feel.
“Does that hurt you?” she asked. Ray shook his head.
She ran a finger around the rim of his crown and watched
with fascination as he began to grow under her manipulation.
“Can you control it?
Are you making it do that?” She
asked. Again, Ray shook his head.
Stimulating him so that he became harder gave Batgirl a
sense of satisfaction. This was
something *she could do for him* with her own hands!
Ray took pleasure in her examination for two reasons: 1)
he knew that every inexperienced girl, unless she is a complete prude, wants to
get a good look at a man, preferably *her* man, and satisfy her
feminine curiosities, and 2) by permitting her to examine him, she was
obligating herself to let *him* ‘examine’ *her*. Of course, Ray’s ‘examination’ wasn’t
motivated by curiosity, but would be more goal oriented. His ‘inspection’ would be more extensive,
more directed to stimulate. And she
would be freely and willingly yielding one more bit of herself to him, leading
her one step further on the road of commitment.
Keeping an eye on his still rising penis, she let her
hand slip lower, to cover his scrotum, lifting his testicles gently as if
weighing them. Gently, she surveyed the
shape of his testicles hidden within his sack.
All the time, his penis continued to grow larger and become harder.
And Batgirl found and felt the tube like structures
running from his testicles to his body.
Taking hold of his penis once more, she muttered under
her breath, “I don’t believe it!” He
seemed unbelievably large to her. “I
just don’t believe it!”
“Kiss it,” Ray urged.
Batgirl
lovingly kissed the side of his still slightly damp tool, then moved to the
crown. He had worn a condom when they
had made love, so she knew that it was his fluids she tasted when she licked
her lips. She paused at the head of his
penis, noticing the drop of pre-cum that had formed. Slowly, experimentally, she licked the drop off and thoughtfully
savored the taste. Apparently it was
acceptable and she returned her attention to his anatomy, examining the slit
and noticing a new droplet was beginning to form.
“Take it in your mouth.”
Batgirl remembered that guy’s like to receive blowjobs. It seems that almost every time she had been raped, oral sex had been required. Batgirl didn’t enjoy using her mouth to suck on men’s cocks, but they obviously enjoyed it. And Batgirl wanted to give Ray as much pleasure as she could. If he wanted to make love to her that way, then she would make love to him with her mouth!
She kissed Ray’s penis again (she didn’t want to think of
it as a ’cock’). Then drew it between
her lips. It pleased her as she heard
him moan as the wet warmth surrounded him.
He seemed to grow another inch.
As soon as his penis entered the warm confines of her mouth, his hips
involuntarily rose pressing deeper. She began to gently suck and slowly started
to move up and down on him.
After a few moments, he placed his hands on the side of
her head and stopped her. “You don’t
really enjoy this, do you?”
Dropping her eyes and blushing again, she gave a soft,
“No.”
“Good!” Ray
responded, surprising her. “I love you
and would enjoy letting you finish what you’ve started, but I really want more
than just your mouth.”
Batgirl was relieved!
Fellatio always humiliated her and made her feel degraded. Even with Ray she felt demeaned! And his consideration of her feelings made
her love him all the more! And it
occurred to her that eventually, if she really fell in love with him, and if he
asked her nicely, someday, she might be allow herself to be talked into giving
him a blowjob. Someday.
Her curiosities satisfied, Batgirl lay back, legs
spread. “Make love to me!” she offered,
but Ray shook his head.
“Not until after I’ve had my look.” Batgirl was turned on and wanted sex. But it *was* his turn. She nodded agreement.
He leaned over her, carefully inspecting every inch of
her anatomy. He kissed her breasts and
gently sucked on each nipple while his fingers and gaze moved downward until he
was gazing at the most attractive patch of personal property this side of
Iowa. Truly, her bush was just as
amazing as her breasts. And those pussy
lips! Wow!
His tender touch of her urethra electrified her more than
she expected. When he spread her nether
lips, and ran his finger around her vaginal opening, Batgirl was
paralyzed. And as his finger gently
entered, her, she wiggled and rolled, unable to control the emotions he was
raising in her. His touch was electric,
and her body was suddenly humming like those power lines stretched over the dry
Kansas plains! Her sexual motor was
whirring and purring and ready to spring into action!
As his fingers continued to rev her motor, he kissed his way upward until he reached her lips and she readily joined in his kiss. His hand rose to caress her cheek, and she could smell herself on his fingers. She didn’t know if she liked that nor not. His fingers slid to her throat and it was not until the fastener holding her cowl beneath her chin opened that she realized he was trying to remove her mask.
Years of conditioning sprung into place as she grasped
his hand.
“Ray, please!” she begged. “You can look, but let me stay Batgirl! Once my mask is gone, I’m just another woman. Let me keep this secret!” Pulling his hand away, she refastened her
cowl “It’s the one secret I must
maintain,” she pleaded. She was so
adamant that he accepted her refusal as his hand and lips moved lower once
more.
Feeling him pull the foreskin back over her clitoris
shocked her, and she almost screamed when he kissed her exposed clit. Looking up, Ray said, “Are you aware that
the woman’s clitoris is the only organ in the human body devoted solely to
pleasure?”
He put his lips on the tip and gently sucked her
clitoris. Soon her entire clit was
drawn into his mouth, causing Batgirl to buck at the astonishing
sensations. The unbelievable sensation
caused Batgirl to grab his head, alternately trying to pull him to her, then
away, but when he refused to budge, she lay back, rolling her head from side to
side, whimpering and moaning until she climaxed. Panting, she knew that she had never had an orgasm like that before! It wasn’t the wildest orgasm of her life,
but it was probably the most satisfying.
And Ray had given it to her!
Firmly, she pulled him over her and wrapped her legs
around his hips so he couldn’t get away and they made love again! It was their first time without a
condom. There *was* a difference
when he had entered her, but not as much as she had hoped. And she had wanted to feel his sperm gush
into her when he came, but again, the sensation was much less than
expected. The principal difference was
the increase in fluids leaking from her when they were finished.
When she went to the bathroom, Batgirl brought a towel
with her when she returned to bed.
The following Thursday, they met at the motel again. With minimal discussion, her costume and his
clothes were shed and the two of them were in bed approaching a mutual
climax. Suddenly, Batgirl’s buzzer went
off . . . she was called to duty! The
interruption immediately dampened Batgirl’s fervor, but Ray pounding all the
harder.
“I have to go . . ., “ she whispered, still flexing her
hips to meet his thrusts.
“I know . . . . just .. . . . a . . . . minute longer . .
. . . Uuuuuhhhhh . . . .!”
BG thrust her hips vigorously into his and almost
immediately he came. After three or
four rapid spurts, he sighed deeply and rolled to the side.
“OK. Go!”
BG gave him a quick kiss and slipped out of the bed,
quickly dressed, inserting a pad inside her costume as she put it on. (She had learned that this was necessary at
the end of their time together. And
even more so since Ray was no longer using a condom.) Absently, she wondered if anyone would detect the odor of sex on
her.
As she rolled her bat-cycle to the sliding glass doors,
she paused to throw him a kiss.
“Thanks . .
thanks for . . . .” he stammered out.
She smiled and nodded to him. Then she was gone.
Chapter 9. Three weeks together
It took a great deal of planning for them to arrange for their three-week vacation together. Batgirl had to arrange for time off from her job at the library as well as explain to the proper officials that Batgirl wouldn’t be available for that period. She had no idea of what arrangements Ray had to make, but was glad when everything was completed. No