Safehouse update

Kate Kane woke up with an urge for Renee. She couldn’t explain it; just an urge. And since Kate considered herself to have a healthy habit of indulging her urges, she went to see Renee. 

She was just about at the small house Renee rented in the Gotham barrio when she saw a woman on Renee’s porch. It was Barbara Gordon, the police commissioner’s daughter, and she was wearing the tightest pair of shorts Kate had ever seen. The sides were slit just about up to her hips and the skintight crotch brazenly outlined her mound. The low-slung waist deliciously exposed her taut belly, while a similarly tight bandeau top ran around her breasts, painting itself across their contours. If it weren’t for her jacket, she’d look like a streetwalker. Only, as Kate watched, Barbara took the jacket off and tied it around her waist, leaving her half-naked by the time Renee opened the door. Barbara slid inside, the door shutting behind her, and Kate felt her heart dip.

She told herself it was silly even as she felt a storm raging inside her. She wasn’t in love with Renee. What they had was only physical. Who cared if Renee fooled around with another woman? Sure, maybe it stung Kate’s pride a little, having Renee go to someone else for what Kate would happily give her—only it had been a while since they’d seen each other… Kate going out of town… that small argument before she’d left… but still, wasn’t Kate a good enough lay that if Renee wanted it, she’d patch things up with her?

Why go to Barbara Gordon? She couldn’t eat pussy better than Kate—not unless she started in grade school, and Kate had seen the glasses Barbara wore. And if she was enthusiastic, she couldn’t be anymore enthusiastic than Kate was. She certainly couldn’t love Renee’s cunt any better than Kate did. Kate was crazy about it.

Maybe it was just variety. That was probably it. Kate had been a fan of variety herself often enough, until she’d gotten this good thing going with Renee, this very good thing. Now, when Kate got urges, she thought of Renee instead of gay bars or nightclubs. Not that Renee appreciated it. No, Renee was appreciating Barbara Gordon…

Maybe Kate would appreciate her too. She was certainly as good-looking as Renee, and it would serve her right to find out two could literally play the same game. Kate, of course, didn’t know the redhead very well. She was polite acquaintances with the father, Jim Gordon, though the kind of upper-class events they were likely to meet at treated the commissioner almost like a servant. He’d brought Barbara along as a Plus One to a few of the soirees, and the kid seemed more excited about going than he was—maybe he’d only attended to take her somewhere nice. But that was years ago, when Barbara had been a little kid. She was all grown up now. Filled out. Probably curious and adventuring. Maybe that was what she had to offer Renee. Simple innocence and… pluck…

Thinking about it, Kate found herself becoming aroused. She imagined Renee and Barbara fucking each other and her pussy clenched, sparks inside it. She wryly smiled: maybe they would let her watch. Renee had let her watch all kinds of things already…

She was still standing outside Renee’s house, loitering really, leaning against a lightpole and waiting for some sign to resolve her mixed emotions. Her cunt was only getting warmer and warmer. She’d be able to think clearly once she’d touched it; she couldn’t be expected to think straight when she was so horny. She pushed herself off the pole she’d been leaning against and headed for her car, intending to lock the doors and fuck herself in comfort behind mirrored glass. But, just as she was at her car’s front bumper, she saw in the windshield’s reflection Barbara coming out of Renee’s house.

Her jacket was back on. She looked happy. Satisfied.

Barbara turned around, saying goodbye to Renee, and as she did, Kate moved stealthily down the street. She’d picked up a lot of skills in the military; one of them was moving quick and quiet when she needed to. Barbara and Renee finished their goodbyes. Barbara turned away. Kate vaulted silently onto the porch and as Renee let the door glide shut, Kate grabbed its knob, held it open, and slipped inside, closing it behind her.

Renee was walking away, wearing a bathrobe. It was short—Kate could see Renee’s legs were bare. The shower was running in the background and as Kate watched, Renee let the robe drop and padded naked to the lit-up bathroom. Kate suddenly remembered how long it took that water to warm up. Efficient of Renee. Kick the fuckbuddy out and have a hot shower waiting for you when you were done.

Renee had a nice ass, rolling out just perfectly from the dimple of her lower back, then tucking itself back into her firm thighs, themselves works of art. Kate felt her morning urge hit her again, harder and sweeter than before, making her lick her lips as she watched Renee’s wide Latina hips sway. Above her frustration with Renee and slight jealousy of Barbara, she reminded herself that the cop really was a fox.

She let out a wolf-whistle.

Renee froze.

She turned around, then looked away, flustered and embarrassed. Kate would’ve expected a fiery spiel at having her intrude on Renee’s home unannounced, but Renee was furtive instead. Kate was more sure than ever that Renee was fucking the little redhead skank. She felt her slight jealousy surge through her again. 

Then Renee crossed her arms, hiding her breasts from sight, but leaving her cunt freely exposed. Bitch. She knew how much Kate liked her tits. “What are you doing here, Kane?”

“Is that any way to greet a guest? Then again, maybe it is…”

Renee jerked her thumb at the running shower behind her. “I was going to take a shower, tonta. It’s not a fucking hint.”

Kate laughed. “I didn’t think it was,” she said suggestively. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, after all.”

“Nothing you’ve seen lately, either.”

Kate glanced down at her pussy. “You’ve shaved.”

Renee rolled her eyes. “Estúpido. Make yourself comfortable. I’m taking a shower.”

She seemed only half-surprised when Kate followed her into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, crossing her legs as Renee stepped into the shower.

“Fucking Kane,” Renee muttered as she closed the shower door.

“Maybe when you’ve cleaned yourself off a little,” Kate teased.

Renee gave her the finger as she picked up the soap with her other hand.