Two Blondes update

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” Linda said as she stepped out of the ‘dressing room’ of the Fortress of Solitude, where the good ol’ Eradicator had just finished outfitting her in the latest variation on her costume to see the light of day. 

It was essentially a blue midi dress, full-sleeved, with the same S-shield and yellow belt as her usual costume, a red cape behind her. She’d traded out her boots for a set of red pumps, which made her feel decidedly saucy, and underneath her conservative skirt was a set of lacy, quite sheer red panties. She couldn’t resist the play on Superman’s famous trunks. 

Superman golf-clapped and Power Girl gave a whistle. “You look sensational, Linda. I don’t see what the problem is,” Clark said.

“Of course not. You’re a guy.” Linda looked to Karen to back her up.

Karen smiled reassuringly at her before turning to Clark. “It’s different for girls. You can get away with wearing the same outfit everywhere.”

“And every year,” Linda added.

“But you’re not wearing the same outfit,” Clark replied confusedly. “So what’s the problem?”

“Debuting a new costume at the biggest charity ball at the year? Where people pay a million a plate just to see us?” Linda moaned. “I wish I could wear my usual costume. It’s more reassuring than this… tennis dress.” She slumped down so low she would’ve fallen over if she didn’t start hovering instead. “Clark, why is it that humans insist on wearing different clothes for every imaginable social occasion? On Krypton, we’d be able to wear anything we want, whether we were performing an experiment or meeting with the Science Council, so long as it was functional.”

“Humans are a bit more status-conscious,” Clark informed her. (“More like self-conscious,” Karen muttered.) “Besides, most of them enjoy dressing up.”

“I’m not saying I don’t enjoy it,” Linda protested. “I’m saying I’d enjoy it more if I didn’t have to show off this look for the first time next to Angelina Jolie and Maggie Q.”

“Try fighting Mongul in it,” Karen suggested. “That’d be fashionable.”

Linda hovered up to straddle the back of the couch Karen was sitting on, doing so carefully to ensure the rear of her skirt didn’t fully fall back over her curvy hips after her ascent. Clark never seemed to get his fill of looking at her thighs and hips, so she enjoyed revealing them to him. It was reassuring to know that no matter how she dressed, Clark would think she looked like a million dollars.

Sitting at Linda’s legs, Karen noticed how her skirt didn’t cover her ass, and how Clark glanced excitedly from her thighs to the roundness of her ass. He could’ve X-rayed her at any time, of course, but it excited him for Linda to knowingly reveal herself to him. Karen found herself excited too. A slow smile spread over her face; her eyes grew warm. She had no compunction whatsoever about X-raying her two lovers and seeing just what was happening as Clark and Linda had their staring contest.

“I wish you could come, Karen,” Linda said in a low voice, her tongue traveling over her lips. “It’s always so much better when all three of us are together…”

Karen watched as Clark’s already impressive length grew hard and firm at Linda’s implication. It was a testament to Kryptonian brilliance that the trunks of his costume didn’t yet give away how tumescent he was. 

“You know how it works, ‘Supergirl,’” Clark replied firmly. “Superman and Supergirl are lovers. So are Clark Kent and Karen Starr. Beyond that, everyone’s just friends.”

Despite his words, his trunks were losing the battle. Karen could see his bulging erection without any help from outside the visible spectrum. “Wonder if I should wear a skirt,” she muttered. “Linda, ever thought of going the cameltoe route?”

Clark eyed her, so disapproving that his irises were red. “That’s enough of that, both of you,” he said firmly. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, centering himself with an effort of will, and when he opened them, his erection wasn’t evident and his eyes were all-blue—even if Karen’s X-ray vision revealed he was still half-hard. Between how strong-willed he was and how big he was, Karen wasn’t at all embarrassed to bottom for him.

“We can discuss this matter further when we get back from the ball,” Clark continued. “Karen, enjoy having the Fortress to yourself. I know you can use some R&R.”

“Constantly,” Karen agreed, the perfect cue for Kalex to bring her a fresh Manhattan.

“And Linda, let’s consider this a date as much as anything else. We’ll go there, we’ll eat, we’ll drink, we’ll do a little dancing, and we’ll raise a lot of money for charity. Everything else, we can do after. Doesn’t that sound better than just staying here with… no pants?” he said, trying to pun on the skirt and unitard his two companions were wearing, but ending up in a dirtier place than he’d anticipated.

“If it sounds that way to you,” Karen said, “we haven’t been treating you right.”