Lightning in the Night

"My oh my, what will we ever do with all that time?" Mary laughed.

"I'm sure we can think of something," Kara said as she came up behind Mary's chair and gently put her hands on the other heroine's shoulders.

"That feels nice," Mary said as she felt Supergirl's powerful hands massage her muscles.

"You know what would feel even nicer?" Kara asked.

"I could think of a few things," Mary smiled as she closed her eyes to fully enjoy the blonde's touch.

"Not that," the Girl of Steel laughed softly. "I was thinking more about how nice it would be to dance with you."

"That would be fun too," the girl in red and white agreed.

In response, Supergirl pressed another button on her small remote and a more familiar melody filled the air. She put the control down on the table and held out her hand to Mary.

Hand in hand they walked to the center of the large room. Then, as Kara took Mary into her arms, they began to move to the music.

Their bodies swayed back and forth in time to the soft cadence as they laughed and smiled. The rhythm of the beat began to quicken, as did their gyrations. The dance quickly became an almost erotic ballet, a physical expression of the emotions gripping them both. Soft touches and gentle caresses passed between them, as well as short, sweet kisses.

With neither bound by the forces of gravity, the phrase "dancing on air" quickly became a literal rather than a fanciful description. High into the empty space of the three-story room they glided, their bodies continuing to move to the music as well as the beat of the other's heart.

Their lips met once more, and this time they didn't part as easily. Fervent tongues explored the other's mouth, as equally enthusiastic hands explored the firm flesh beneath their costumes.

"I've never felt this right being with anyone before," Mary said in a breathless voice as they finally broke their kiss.

"I was just thinking almost the same thing," Kara smiled back.

"I want you so much," Mary went on. "Not as Supergirl. Not even as Kara Zor-El, daughter of Krypton. I just want you as a woman in whose beautiful eyes I was lost from the moment I looked into them."

Without another word, Kara guided Mary back to the ground level, touching down aside the large bed. Deft fingers undid the clasp holding Mary's cape in place, letting the short cloak fall from her shoulders to the floor below.

Mary returned the gesture, as a mantle of red covered the one of white. Kara stroked her dark brown hair, running her hand across her tunic, caressing the breasts beneath. They lips met again as Mary's arms wrapped around Kara's neck.

Together they fell onto the bed with Kara on top. The Girl of Steel slid her hand down between Mary's legs and up under the gold trimmed skirt of her costume. A smile filled Kara's face at the discovery that not only had her fellow heroine not bothered with panties under her outfit, the brunette's pussy was shaved bare as well.

"Oh yes," Mary moaned softly as she felt Kara's hand stroke her womanhood.

With her free hand, Kara pulled Mary's blouse out from beneath her belt, giving her just enough room to slide her hand under the red material and cup the younger woman's breast.

Mary moaned even louder as she shifted to give Kara better access to her no longer hidden charms. With her fingers still manipulating the sensitive hairless mound, the blonde haired girl pushed Mary's red shirt all the way up. The movement exposed her large breasts, covered now by only the smallest of restraints.

Supergirl didn't need her x-ray vision to see the rich dark nipples that capped each globe. They were visible enough through the translucent material that covered then. Material that quickly parted a heartbeat later as a razor thin beam of imperceptible energy flashed out from Kara's eyes, cutting across the material like a laser.

Taking hold of the back of Kara's head, Mary pulled her new lover's face to her bosom. The Girl of Steel kissed each dark circle, running her tongue across the erect tip before taking it into her mouth.

A second kiss followed the first, followed by a third and forth on the soft deep valley between Mary's mounds. Softness echoed on her lips as Kara's last kiss pressed against them.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Kara took hold of the bottoms of her own blue blouse and pulled it up and over her head. Beneath it, an impressive bust quite equal to Mary's came immediately into view. One of the nicer side effects of being born on a world with a far heavier gravity, even if it had been artificial in Kara's case, was that the Maid of Might really never needed to wear a bra. When she had first arrived on Earth, she had worn one because first Superman and then later her adopted parents had expected her to. That rule no longer applied.

As entranced by Kara's breasts as the Kryptonian had been by her own, Mary practically jumped up and cupped each of them with her hand. The nipples of the lighter haired girl were smaller than Mary's, and of a much pinker hue. Neither of which caused a second's hesitation as the brunette brought the closest of them into her mouth.

For a brief moment, Mary was surprised to find Kara's mounds to be as sweet and soft as any other woman's, if not more so than some earlier lovers. A small part of her mind had considered the idea that since Kara's skin was all but indestructible, her flesh might be hard and insensitive.

She quickly realized that if she'd taken the time to think about it, she would've realized how silly that impression was. After all, when she invoked the power of Shazam, Mary's body was as impervious to harm as Supergirl's, and she knew from past experience that her body remained as soft and responsive as it did when she was just plain Mary.

The whole consideration of invulnerability and how it affected the responsiveness of the flesh passed quickly from Mary's thoughts as Kara pulled her mouth to hers and their breasts pressed tight against each other. As they stood, each helped the other with what remained of their apparel, until boots and skirts joined the scattered piles on the floor.

The last concealment proved to be Kara's as Mary laughingly ripped off a pair of bright red panties. The underwear had come from a quite ordinary lingerie store and didn't share the durable nature of the rest of Supergirl's ensemble.

Mary looked down between Kara's legs and saw a thick, blonde bush covering her mound. Later she would ask her how she explained being blonde down there while Linda was a brunette, but that question was superseded by much more immediate desires.

Sitting back on the bed, Mary pulled Kara's legs apart and leaned forward to kiss her there. Understanding what Mary wanted to do, Kara moved to make it easier. For a normal woman, this might be an awkward position, since Mary would have to really bend down to get between her legs. The problem was simply solved when Kara lifted her legs up and over Mary's shoulders, hovering in mid-air at just the right height.

As Mary Bromfield, the dark tressed crime fighter had first taken of a woman's fruits a few months after her eighteenth birthday. By the time her next birthday rolled around, it was apparent to her that it was an ambrosia that she truly prized. Over the years since, she had become quite skilled at giving pleasure to other women, the talents of which she now demonstrated to Kara.

"Great Mother of Krypton!" the daughter of a lost world cried out as a wave of satisfaction surged through her floating form.

Mary's proficiency at cunnilingus was a super power all by itself, at least to those on the receiving end of it. But it was an ability owing more to a lustful heart than the Power of Shazam. She was the same lover, with or without the magic lightning.

Kara took a deep breath as successive waves of ecstasy followed the first, raising her to a level of bliss she hadn't know since her last night with Barbara. In what seemed like no time at all, Mary brought Kara to the edge and then pushed her over it.

Aware that there was no one else to hear her within or beyond the Fortress walls, Supergirl heralded her orgasm with an ice-shattering cry. The sound of which was a pleasing melody to Mary's ears.

Still floating over the bed, Kara shifted her body in order to kiss Mary in appreciation of her gift. The Earthborn woman's lips were covered with the taste of the Kryptonian's climax, filling Kara with the desire to sample her own as soon as possible.

Mary let Kara's arms embrace her for a few long moments, enjoying the strength and warmth of her flesh. Then she stretched out across the bed on her stomach, looking back over her shoulder and smilingly invited Kara to join her.

Before doing so, Supergirl took a moment to appreciate the woman spread so invitingly before her. Surprised that she hadn't noticed it before, her gaze stopped at a small tattoo on Mary's left buttock. About two inches in length, it was a representation of the golden thunderbolt that gave her the powers of the gods.

"Nice touch," Supergirl said as she sat next to Mary and gently ran her hand across her smooth cheeks, outlining the lightning with an outstretched finger.

"I like it," Mary grinned. "and I liked it even more when my brother saw it and had a fit about it."

"Your brother saw this?" Kara asked, wondering out loud under what circumstances a straight lace like Captain Marvel would've seen his sister's naked ass.

"Take that evil smile off your face," Mary laughed back. "It was nothing so interesting as having him get a look at me in all my glory. As you've noticed, I rarely wear panties and as I'm sure you've discovered on your own, thermal updrafts can be hazardous to keeping a skirt in place."

The image of Mary's skirt pitching upward in mid-flight appeared in Kara's mind. The amount of times that had happened to her was one of the reasons she always wore panties. The last thing she ever wanted to see with her morning coffee was a photograph of a bottomless Supergirl on the early morning news. Evidently, Mary Marvel didn't share that concern.

Moving her hand down from the tattoo to between Mary's cheeks, Kara had to envy the freer spirited girl. Since no needle could ever penetrate her skin, a tattoo like that was out of the question for Supergirl. She could've worn a temporary one, but it wouldn't be the same.

Even the fact that Mary was shaven bare brought a tinge of regret from the older girl. In theory, Kara could burn off the hairs on her body with a combination of her heat vision and some specially designed reflectors. Yet with all the trouble it took for her to trim the hair on other parts of her body, it never seemed worth the trouble. Maybe on another day, she might have to reconsider that.

Now it was Mary's turn to float in the air as Kara lifted her legs up off the bed and spread them to gain access to the magical pearl between. Mary had no objection at all in being lifted this way because like her counterpart, she had long ago learned there was a certain added intensity to an orgasm if you had it while in a gravity reduced state.

Unfortunately, in her case, most of those experiences in what she'd heard other flying heroines call Zooming had been solitary ones. Only one of her previous experiences had been in her Mary Marvel guise, and that had been a solitary encounter with Bullet Girl, another Fawcett City Heroine.

As Mary felt the first touch of Supergirl's tongue on her clit, she was pleased to discover that Kara too preferred to make love as a normally as possible, using their flying abilities being the one main exception. Sure, she could've assaulted Mary's womanhood at a speed too fast for the eye to follow, but that sort of thing gets old real fast. There was something to be said for the old fashioned way.

Kara began slowly enough, taking her time to explore the depths of the bare pussy spread open above her. In no time at all, she had identified all the most sensitive spots. Soft lips, a nimble tongue and the most gentle of breaths caressed Mary's skin, producing an erotic tingle that grew with each heartbeat.

Mary closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the place Kara's careful ministrations were taking her. She hadn't noticed at first that Kara had defied gravity as well and was floating just beneath her. That changed as she felt a gentle touch on her midsection as, without breaking contact with her clitoris, they changed places and now Kara was on top.

The pulse of the long haired blonde's tongue grew in intensity as she proved that while she didn't share Mary's exclusive choice of women as lovers, she'd had enough of them in her own life to have acquired a considerable talent of her own.

Mary's heart raced as she felt her own climax building. The temptation to reach out and again partake of Kara's charms was considerable, but she found the strength to resist it. There would be time enough for that again later. Better now to just relax and let the clouds of Elysium wash over her.

Mary Marvel's vocal reaction to the orgasm Supergirl produced was quite mild compared to that of Kara's, but the orgasm itself was just as intense. It was all she could do not to give out a scream that would've brought down the ceiling. So few were the times she had climaxed while wearing the mantle of the World's Mightiest Girl, that Mary was almost afraid she would lose control when she did.

Two heartbeats later she no longer cared as the rush of a second orgasm so close behind the first as to be almost indistinguishable ripped through her. Never in her life had she ever had a double orgasm.

"Shazam!" she cried out, realizing too late the consequences of her outburst.

The flash of lightning and the sound of thunder that resonated through the vast fortress were instantaneous, as was the change within her.

With the tremors of her orgasm still reverberating through her body, Mary didn't immediately realize that she was no longer flying. That she was instead, now falling.

Supergirl, however, did immediately understand the significance of the sudden pyrotechnic display, even if she had been too involved in enjoying Mary's climax to have heard her ill-advised outcry. She could've simply grabbed the now falling body without too much effort, but instead pivoted below the now transformed Mary Bromfield and landed on the bed a second before Mary did.

"I always wanted to have a beautiful, helpless and naked woman drop out of the sky and into my arms," Kara quipped as the now mortal girl fell into her outstretched hands.

Realizing what had happened, Mary felt a flush of embarrassment at her faux pas. Years of practice in not saying that one word had gone out the window in one brief moment. But then again, what a moment it had been.

"Just you let me say my magic word again," Mary laughed as she made an effort to playfully push her way out of Kara's embrace, only to find that her mortal strength was far too limited to the task. "Then I'll show you helpless!" she added in mock anger. "Sha..."

"Before you do," Kara said as she pressed her index finger against Mary's lips, forestalling her completion of the old Wizard's name. "I want to say a magic word of my own."

Curious, Mary didn't complete her invocation, but instead turned and saw the intensity reflected in Kara's rich blue eyes.

"I love you," the woman born under a distant star said softly.

"Shazam!" the heir to a millennium old magic slowly replied in a breathless and surprised voice.

For what wouldn't be the only time that night, lightning struck once more.

END