Don't Look Away update

Tim was an analytical man. It only made sense to be. He wasn’t some lone superhero, he was Batman’s lieutenant. And he wasn’t the first to be that. Two Robins had come before him, one dead, one alive. He knew he didn’t have the physicality of Dick, or the personable leadership that had made his Teen Titans such a force to be reckoned with. He didn’t have the demons that had led to Jason’s death either, but that wasn’t so helpful. He could get killed—get someone else killed—every bit as easily no matter how psychologically well-adjusted he was.

Thankfully, he had plenty of sources to draw on to avoid that. He had a scientific mind, and like any scientist, he stood on the shoulders of those before him. He let Bruce and Dick mentor him, he tried to glean lessons from the members of Young Justice, he even tried to learn something from Cass, though her combat skills seemed so beyond his that it was like a caveman trying to learn about quantum physics.

One thing he hadn’t really focused his education on was girls. He wasn’t a ladies man or anything, but he was confident he could figure things out there on his own—and, honestly, it wasn’t like any of Young Justice or most of the Gotham heroes were real winners in that department. He’d been on his fair share of dates and things had been fairly solid with Steph, and then Cass. He’d had a threesome, after all. More than one, even.

But to keep on having threesomes… that seemed tricky. Whatever equilibrium he’d hoped to even temporarily find with his past girlfriends seemed unlikely to just develop between three people. There were no rom-coms or Valentine’s Day cards or any kind of social expectations to lubricate the proceedings. So he’d have to go on anecdotal evidence. And it wasn’t like he knew many people who were polygamous. Maybe in the Justice League, but they would never talk to him about that.

There was Babs, though. He’d always suspected that between Barbara and Dinah and Dick and Kory and Donna and even Raven that there was something going on. They all had the same sly secretiveness, that too-close-for-comfort feeling he’d noticed between Bruce and Selina. And everyone knew what that was all about. 

Dick, he didn’t think he could actually talk to about it. Even if he got halfway through confessing about Steph and Cass without cringing to death, Dick was way too much of a gentleman to ever discuss his love life. It was probably why girls liked him so much. Even Selina had made a pass at him, or so the rumors went. Not that Tim thought he and Bruce had ever talked about that either.

That pretty much left Barbara. Tim wasn’t particularly close with any of the others and he wasn’t about to formally introduce himself by sharing his suspicions about them participating in orgies. But Barbara was like him. A scientist. An analyst. He could ask her about things and she wouldn’t take it personally. As long as he said it in the right way, of course.

He found Barbara tinkering with one of her computers, taking out a fan and halfway disassembling a motherboard. The moment she saw him, Barbara nodded him over to serve as an extra pair of hands. Tim stripped off his gloves and started looking over the replacement parts she wanted to put in.

“Simple operation,” Barbara said. “Bad memory comes out, good memory goes in. Let’s just try to keep the power cords nice and tidy while we’re at it.”

“Right,” Tim said agreeably, and began looking through the connections already in place, trying to see how the jury-rigged system might be improved. “Can I ask you something kinda personal?”

“Sure,” Barbara said.

“Well, you know how Steph and I are… close?”

“Yeah.”

“And Cass, we’re both good friends with her. Really good friends.”

“Yeah…” Barbara said, staring at a memory stack as she yanked it out. 

“You have a lot of good friends, right? Like Dick, Dinah… Kory… Donna…”

“I’m not friends with all of them,” Barbara said. “Some of them I just watch.”

“Right…” Tim said slowly. “But how do you, y’know, keep close with all of them. What if one of them becomes your… best friend? Or what if two of them become better friends with each other than they are with you? What do you do? How do you manage it?”

“Hey, friendship is as friendship does, Tim. You can’t stop people from getting along. Just try to include everyone. Steph and Cass are pretty cool chicks. They won’t leave you out. In fact, I think they might have a soft spot for you.” Barbara turned away from the motherboard to go looking for the new RAM she intended to put in. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I got along with all Dick’s Titan friends back in the day.”

Tim gulped. “All of them?”

“Oh yeah. It was a real crack unit; how could I say no when Dick wanted me to tag along? We took on this group of sailors. Well, I say we, but Kory was taking five or six of them all by herself. Dick helped out. Me, I didn’t need any help—I’m used to doing it by myself. I did get choked some, but just imagine if I’d been on my own. I would’ve been covered in them!”

Tim’s face was red. “Yeah. I see what you mean.”

“Well, we beat them all off, even if Raven ended up on her back. But the important thing is that we all came together. It wasn’t just me and Dick, or Dick and the Titans, it was all of us at the same time. Not that I weekend at Titans Tower or anything, but I feel like I’d be welcome if I came over, you know? They’d open up for me, not just because I’m Dick’s friend, but because they enjoyed having me.”

“I got ya.”

“Good. You and Cass and Steph make a good team. You just need to be a little flexible. Get behind them when they need you to. And if they act up and you have to swallow something from one of them, just go ahead and try to stomach it. I certainly do when Helena’s being a bitch but I need to keep her serving under me.”

“Okay,” Tim said. “I’m glad you understand. I have one more question, though.”

“Shoot,” Barbara said as she picked up the CPU and prepared to put it in.

“I notice that Steph really likes my cum and Cass doesn’t seem to. Is that normal?”

Barbara, who had never had sex with more than one person at a time, pushed the CPU through the motherboard.

***

Steph jumped from rooftop to rooftop with almost reckless speed, faster than she normally went, but she felt completely in control. Usually, she’d be a little scared of the fluttering in her stomach and the blood pounding in her ears, but now she knew that wasn’t a sign she was overdoing it. It was just Cass.

Cass was ahead of her, almost effortlessly setting a pace that Steph was hard-pressed to keep up with, but Steph knew she was slowing down to let her compete in this game of rooftop tag. Vertigo and dizziness were forgotten; Steph knew what she was feeling in her untethered gut was just a natural response to Cass’s grace. Her long, lean legs were barely touching the ground as Cass propelled herself in long strides from one rooftop to the next, Steph feeling a runner’s high as she hurled herself fearlessly after Cass. 

“Hey, Batgirl, wait up,” Steph called, “I have something to tell you!”

Cass paused, turning around. There was something frightfully cute, even through her leather gimp mask, in the puppy dog expression she faced Steph with—even if it was unseen. Then she saw that Steph wasn’t slowing to talk to her, but instead bull-rushing her. Cass threw herself to the side. Steph flung herself at her, not managing to snag Cass, but she did get a grip on Cass’s cape. 

Cass slapped the rooftop and came up running, but Steph’s hold on her cape pulled her off-balance, and she slipped in an ungainly jumble to the floor. Steph tagged her. Cass got up, pulling her cape away from the blonde, and angrily straightened her costume.

“I should… tag you back…” she declaimed. “That was… cheating!”

“You can tag me as many times as you like, babe,” Steph said, trying to be more dashing than she was infuriating. “But I still tagged you first. And I couldn’t ever try to run away from you.”

“Couldn’t ever… get away… either…”

Steph bit her lip, but forgot she was wearing her mask and accidentally gnawed on a bit of it. Flushed, she pulled off her mask and showed Cass her smile. “C’mon, I know you’re smiling at me. Let me see. There’s no one up here.”

Cass paused for a moment, listening to her spider-sense, then unsnagged her mask from her collar and pulled it free. Underneath the mask, her hair was tousled, her skin was glinting with a thin layer of sweat, and she was smiling radiantly.

“There’s my smile!” Steph cheered, reaching out to pluck Cass’s cheek. “You should retire the mask. I can always tell when you’re smiling. You’d need like a welding mask to cover that up.”

“You want me to… cover up?”

“Nah,” Steph said immediately. “You’re making me rethink why I was so desperate to win rooftop tag all those times.”

“To shove it… in my stupid face?”

 

“Stupid hot face,” Steph corrected. “And because it’s a lot easier to kiss ya when you—are—it—“

Steph embraced Cass, who lowered her radiant face to Steph’s for as many kisses as she could get. Steph’s full red lips pressed against Cass’s thin pink ones as Cass hugged her back, the two of them pulling each other as closely as they could. Cass opened her mouth to let in Steph’s insistent tongue and Steph’s lips locked against hers. She slithered her tongue along Cass’s. Her hands ran through Cass’s short black hair, following it like an arrow down Cass’s muscular back. 

She reached Cass’s hips, her ass high and rounded, the cheeks prominently displayed by her skintight costume. Steph covered them with her hands. She pressed and fondled their full, firm weight while Cass concentrated on kissing her. Both their faces were soon flushed, shining red with the heat bubbling up in them. Steph wasn’t focused on the kissing, just turning her face up to let Cass cover her with kisses, all over her face and throat. Finally, neither of them could take anymore. Cass gulped in air, looking lovingly at the little glints of lipstick she had left on Steph’s features. She smiled, pleased with herself, as Steph breathed haggardly. 

“I want,” Cass breathed, “to be naked for you.”

“No, Cass—let me do it.”

Cass seemed about to burst with affection. “Sweet baby…”

“Lover,” Steph replied, and they kissed again before she started undressing Cass.

She unhitched the top of Cass’s costume from the bottom and rolled it up from her belt, baring Cass’s hard little belly, the dimple of her navel somehow adorable in the middle of all her scars. She bared her breasts next—high and pear-shaped and pointed, crowned with pale pink nipples, tingling throbbingly under Steph’s gaze. Cass raised her arms so that Steph could free the garment from them. She was left naked from the waist up, Steph examining her with an inquisitive eyebrow.

“No bra?” Steph teased. “Way to slut it up, girl!”

“Less for you to… take off… I figured.”

“No matter how much I have to take off, those things would be worth it. God, Cass… you’ve got the most perfect little nipples…”

“If you think they look good… you should try… tasting them…”

Steph grinned. “Slutting. It. Up.”

She bent her head, stuffing her face into Cass’s cleavage, nuzzling from one breast to the other. Her puckered lips found each nipple in turn, and she kissed the last one three times before forcing herself to pull away.

“That’s it?” Cass demanded, her nipples having only become more stiff with Steph admiring them.

“No way! But I want everything on my plate before I start eating…”

Cass’s nipples kept throbbing, seeming to pulse in time with the little heaves of her breasts as Steph snapped open her pants and drew down the fly. Her gloves brushed against Cass’s lower belly, Cass feeling the gnarled hardness of her knuckles through them. All she could do was bite her lip as her white panties were exposed. They covered her lean hips and the gentle hillock of her mound, satin with a little embroidery on them. 

“They’re new,” Cass said. “I wanted them to be… cute… like what you wear…”

“You’re cute,” Steph replied, her eyes shining. She looked around the roof, seeing an air conditioner nearby, and pulled Cass over to it, sitting her down to take her boots off. “You and your cute little toesies…”

“Only have… nine…” Cass said, thinking about how she had lost one. It hadn’t even been a bad fight, just an unlucky one.

“That’s fine,” Steph said. She was pulling off Cass’s boots and her socks. “Ten would be too cute. Nine is just right.” She tucked Cass’s socks inside her boots and set them beside the air conditioning unit.

Cass stood up. Her pants were still tight, her panties growing damp in the middle. God, she can’t even see me, Steph thought, still wearing almost all of her concealing eggplant costume. She just wants me that much…

She peeled Cass’s trousers down from her hips, Cass squirming from side to side to help Steph get them off. Steph could see her muscles flex as she undulated, her breasts jiggling slightly, her hair falling in front of her eyes. She felt slick and warm between her legs, a throbbing that would soon clench. She wanted to grab hold of Cass and hump her leg like the horny Chihuahua Cass turned her into… but that would only be fun for her.

Cass stepped out of her pants. She was only in her panties now, her thin, wet panties. They were low-cut, stretching across her mons and the lowermost curves of her buttocks, leaving almost all of her beautifully bare. Steph rubbed her through her panties, relishing the last little barrier between them before she removed it. Cass moaned softly as she felt Steph’s skilled touch, even through the sheer material of her panties. She barely noticed when Steph slipped her hand down the front of her panties, but when Steph’s fingers touched her pussy lips, she instantly trembled with lust. A newer, keener need then she’d felt all that night. She needed more of it, now.

“Take off your clothes,” she urged Steph. “I want… your sexy body…”

Steph unzipped her bodysuit. “Can’t believe all the time I wasted waiting to be sweettalked… you just have to growl at me.”

She undressed quickly, with none of the relish she’d had for taking off Cass’s clothes, figuring Cass would want her naked as soon as possible, and was half-right. Cass savored her disrobing as much as she could, trying to commit every inch of flesh to memory before sight gave way to touch. 

As for Steph, it would only be later that she would think of how exuberantly, how unashamedly she had stripped. There was no trepidation over the slightly pear-shaped body type the women of her family had, or how slender her curves were compared to so many women, or the unruly hair growing between her legs that she couldn’t yet bear to shave or wax away. She just wanted to present herself to Cass, to be seen as avidly as Cass wanted.

Again they embraced, face to face, arms around each other. Cass’s flesh, dry and chilled from the night air, sparked as Steph’s smooth warm skin slid against hers with the dewy sweat of being encased in armor. Steph’s comparatively heavy breasts fit against Cass’s smaller ones. Their hips pressed together, pubic hairs joining so tightly it was almost impossible to tell where one girl ended and the other began. Cass’s sex flamed as she felt it touched by Steph, and Steph had the same feeling as she kissed Cass’s pert lips once more, hers seeming to tingle after the long interval without being touched.

Her hands roamed over Cass’s body, searching for more of the same succulence she felt in her first touch of Cass’s lush ass. She broke off only to urge Cass down with her to the ground. Cass was eased down onto the bed their costumes had made, warm and smooth against their soft flesh. She lay on her back, while Steph laid down next to her on her side, fondling her quivering tits. Cass’s eyes were heavy-lidded, smoldering, her lips parted as she could do no more than fist her fingers in the blanket of her cape. It felt so good, she didn’t know how she could match it, make Steph feel the same way…

Steph rolled her stiff nipples between her fingers, tweaking and teasing them harder and ever. Cass turned her head to the side, and Steph’s swelling breasts dangled enticingly against her face as Steph leaned closer to her. 

“Sweet,” Cass murmured as they glided over her face. She wrapped an arm around Steph’s waist, keeping her close as she covered Steph’s cleavage with hot quick kisses, dozens of them, not wanting to leave a single contour unkissed. Steph cupped one of her own breasts, cooing as she tightened her grip on it, and guided its hardened nipple to Cass’s lips. 

“Eat it, baby,” Steph said as she threw a leg over Cass, straddling her. “Eat my nip like you’re gonna eat my pussy—God, you can just eat all of me, have everything… fuck, Cass, your mouth—“

Cass’s long pink tongue ran over her breast, polishing it with her shining saliva, making Steph’s nipple stingingly hard before her sucking lips took it in. She dreamily nursed at it, her puckered lips audibly suckling as she looked up into Steph’s eyes. She wouldn’t forget for a moment that it was Steph she was tasting, Steph she was feeding on, nourishing her own pleasure with the blonde’s like she was some kind of fucking vampire.

“Baby, baby,” Steph muttered gently, smoothing strands of ebony hair away from Cass’s forehead as she sucked. 

Her other hand ran down Cass’s body, scars and muscles, not stopping until she found the warmth and softness of her cunt. The rest of her might have been David Cain and Shiva’s, but that was where Steph had taught her. 

Clever fingers toyed with what little fleecy curls there were of Cass’s pubic hair, and her bluntly short fingernails raked over the lips of Cass’s labia, stroking it, making it sizzle. Cass’s pussy quivered with need. Her buttocks tightened as she flexed her hips up to Steph’s hand. She moaned in response to the touch, vibrations rippling through the taut nipple she was mouthing.

Steph laid her hand down on Cass’s slit, feeling its heat from the hood of her clit to where the flesh narrowed between her thighs. Her pussy flowed with readiness. Steph pulled away from Cass, her nipple wetly popping out of Cass’s mouth.

“I want to do… the other nipple…” Cass said plaintively.

Steph was almost taken aback by how adorable Cass was, even while asking to do various naughty things to Steph’s NC-17 places. “We’ll have time for that later—we need to do this now—as soon as possible!”

Cass giggled at Steph’s urgency. She too felt the need for more pressing satisfaction.

Steph arranged herself over Cass’s head, on her knees, facing down the length of Cass’s body and feeling compelled to take in the appealing sprawl of that naked body. Before she could take too long, Cass moaned with wanting lust. Steph’s womanhood was quivering inches from her face, the sight delighting her, but the taste all too far away. Steph lowered herself down, her creamy thighs pressing against Cass’s cheeks, the hairs of her sex tickling the end of Cass’s nose. Cass’s nostrils flared as the perfume of Steph’s arousal became unavoidable. She smelled ripe, pungent, rich with savory taste. 

Steph’s cunt touched against Cass’s parted lips. Cass began to lick. Like an electric charge was going through Steph, she undulated her hips, giving all of her pussy to Cass’s stroking tongue, and Cass opened her mouth wide to accept the offering. Steph’s cunt opened against Cass’s lapping tongue, exposing the dripping pink inside her, her perfumed desire becoming all Cass could taste or smell or see. 

Cass’s tongue was engulfed by Steph’s womanhood, simmering with the heat around it, and Steph moaned, sighed, squirmed, as if her whole body was being jerked around by the tiny tongue moving inside her. Her juices tingled on Cass’s probing tongue, immediately washed down Cass’s throat as she smacked her lips for more. Her mouth was filled with the sweet taste of Steph’s pussy, but it wasn’t enough. It was impossible for Cass to get enough.

“God, Cass, God, you don’t know what you’re doing to me!” Steph cried, reeling forward, her sex pressing even more tightly against Cass’s ravenous mouth. She broke her fall, arms outstretched to catch herself, her stiff nipples dragging across Cass’s belly. Cass parted her thighs, opening them to display her pink sex to Steph, tempting her--how it quivered and dripped with Cass’s own lust. 

Steph drew closer and closer to it, her excited breath running along the delicate labia as she approached. She could feel the shudder that went through Cass in response. She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t slow down. She lowered her head, pressing her lips to Cass’s sex, her eyes rolling as she inhaled Cass’s heavenly scent, was bombarded by her sweet taste. Cass rolled her hips, returning the kisses Steph delivered to her cunt, and Steph nuzzled against Cass’s undulating hips in time with their rhythm.

Cass’s sex glowed with the saliva Steph covered it with. Her lips parted, allowing Steph’s tongue in, Cass squirming as Steph eagerly accepted the invitation. The tip of Steph’s tongue traced the folds inside of Cass and felt the warm crush of Cass’s pleasure on it. Steph glided her tongue over Cass’s slit and back inside, coaxing fresh juices from her. Her tongue thrust deeper and deeper, finding where Cass was most sensitive, where her sex was warmest and tightest. 

Cass moaned, overjoyed, as Steph’s limber tongue entered her fully. She continued eating Steph out, Steph’s cream smearing on her face, shining as it mixed with her own saliva. Steph’s ass swayed over Cass’s face while her desire continued to grow. She drank deeply of Cass’s nectar as if it could sate her need, but it only continued to swell as her climax got nearer and nearer, while still seeming impossible far away. She wanted it, she needed it, but all she could do was inspire the same desperate hunger in Cass. 

And so her tongue moved to the top of Cass’s opening, where she found Cass’s clitoris, a delicate little pearl of sensitive flesh. She licked little, testing circles around it, and Cass’s gasps shook her own receptive cunt. Her hips swung about as she tried to get more, and finally Cass withdrew her tongue from Steph’s pussy and found the blonde’s clit, a marble larger and more prominent than her own little pearl, though both throbbed with a racing heartbeat all their own. They only beat faster under the pressure of one another’s tongues. It took just a little mutual exploration before they both clamped down on one explosive orgasm, shared between the two of them like it was too big for either one of their bodies to contain.

For once, they had both won their game of rooftop tag.