Through A Glass Dirtily update

Kon woke up when Tana rolled off of him, the loss of her reassuring weight knocking him into consciousness. His head twisted around, searching for her.

For a moment, then, he just looked at her. Her tawny skin, her pouting breasts, her almond eyes which, though closed, still seemed to simmer with a promise of sensuality for whenever they opened and focused on him again.

Only he couldn’t wait around for that. He had to pee.

Gently summoning up his flight, Kon literally picked himself up off the bed and floated his way to the bathroom, where he set down out of earshot. Then he pissed like a racehorse. 

He probably should’ve done that before he fell asleep. Weren’t humans supposed to pee after they had sex? Well, he was only half-human. Maybe he should only halfway pee—one ball’s worth or something. Nah, he’d give it both barrels. That would probably be twice as good.

After washing his hands—which he absolutely always did, and why wouldn’t he, when he regularly handled such bodacious babes?—Kon considered his options. He couldn’t get back into bed with Tana; he’d wake her up. But she’d probably be peeved if she woke up and found he was gone. Especially if he was munching on cheese puffs or something and she thought he’d skipped out on her just to get his cheese on. So, what wouldn’t have her POed? (And man, wasn’t he a good boyfriend for being so considerate of this crap?)

Homework. He’d do some of his homework. Tana would probably be so impressed by that, she’d drag him straight back to bed. 

“Damn, I’m good,” Kon muttered to himself, already thinking of the sexual Kryptonite he’d lay on Tana as soon as she was smart enough to get back in line for the ride.

He didn’t even think that he might be forgetting something, let alone what it might be.

***

Roxy could not believe that Tana was sleeping with her man.

True, they’d had that threesome, and yes, even some girlish messing around. But, clearly, Kon was her man and this whole thing had been them consummating their flirtation and after she’d been generous enough to allow Tana a guest spot in all that, now Tana was getting with Kon behind her back?

She really had to remind Kon of who wore the pants in their relationship: no one. Unless in his relationship with Tana, where they both had to wear pants, and shirts, and underwear, and shoes and socks.

She found Kon wearing only jean shorts, with his nose in a textbook. Great, not only had Tana slept with him, but she’d infected him with being a nerd.

Roxy was dressed for the occasion. She wore a ridiculously skimpy pink bikini under one of Kon’s oversized T-shirts, which was white enough and thin enough to show off her bikini, which in turn showed off her nipples and her mons. With the two scant layers between her skin and open air, she was maybe more softcore than hardcore.

She came bouncing in on Kon, her long golden legs churning under her, her pert breasts bounding inside the baggy shirt and barely-there bikini, her hips swaying with ripe little wiggles. He looked up from his reading like some internal babe detector had gone off. Gaped at her helplessly, his mouth dangling open.

“Hey, Kon. Catching up on your reading?”

“R-r-reading?” Kon asked. 

Roxy wasn’t surprised he seemed unfamiliar with the concept. With the way his eyes were glazed over, she doubted he’d be able to make out a billboard. “It’s a beautiful day out. Why don’t we go work on our tans?” She turned around, giving him a look at her succulent ass, her thong barely doing anything to keep it from view. She’d tucked a half-inch of her borrowed shirt into the waistband so it didn’t fall over her pert buttocks. They were entirely exposed to him. “Look at it, Kon. Don’t you want to get out there? Don’t you want to explore?”

Kon was too much of a Superboy not to go along with her pretending she was talking about the great outdoors. He spoke in a slightly husky voice. “I was… I was going to finish this book for, uh… for…”

Roxy set her hands on her hips and pumped them to the side, giving him a new angle at which to admire her ass. “Come on, Kon. I know this great little stretch of beach we can have all to ourselves. And it’s not safe to swim alone. Won’t you go down there with me? I really want to go down with you…”