Two Blondes Walk Up To A Superman update

Supergirl ended up changing at the last minute, going to the function in what amounted to a color block poncho—red in back, blue in front, with yellow where the usual S-shield would go. She actually wore her usual costume underneath it, in case she was called into action, but with her skirt pulled up and belted around her waist as it was when she was in civilian clothes, she offered the appearance of wearing nothing except the thin poncho itself.

Clark was as vulnerable to the illusion as anyone else. As he hobnobbed with the guests, thanking them for their charity, listening to their little stories, and trying to be entertaining as he answered questions and retold his experiences of this or that adventure—Linda’s look continuously played on his mind. He found himself using his X-ray vision to remove the crowd of people from their midst and just looking at her, his musculature flexing with willing readiness as her new look brought the beauty that had always been hers to the forefront of his mind. 

It was ridiculous. Her old costume showed far more flesh, but something about the rearranging of her usual attributes hit him as though he were seeing her for the first time, awakening his libido to the point that he had to will himself not to be aroused. Almost manually, he thought his hot blood away from his groin. Ridiculous. He had been getting more sex with Linda and Karen since their ménage à trois began than he ever had in his on-again, off-again relationship with Lois, yet the more he got, the more he wanted. He was addicted to them, their beauty, their character, everything about them, and even when Clark forced himself to look away from Linda, he caught himself straining his ears to pick up what she was saying. Just listening to her was a turn-on.

Much more of this and I’ll need to wear my cape in front, he thought. Then, thankfully, there was an emergency, and one far closer to his vicinity than any of the areas the Justice League was covering. He looked at Linda. She’d stiffened, hearing it too, but Clark conveyed his orders with a simple gesture. She was to stay and continue the exhibition for this charity function; he’d go and handle the disaster. 

“If you’ll excuse me, folks, something’s just come up. But I’m sure Kara here will be happy to keep you all company until I get back.”

As he flew off, he heard another dam breaking. Without him in the area, the donors felt free to ask Linda every question they could think of about dating Superman.

***

Power Girl met him at the broken dam, making him wonder just how close a tab the supposedly casual Karen had kept on his ‘date’ with Linda. Together, they patched up the dam and diverted the floodwaters to a more opportune location, then attended to the injured and damaged. No fatalities, and emergency services could take care of almost everything. They spent a few minutes restoring power to the area, then flew off.

“Care to join Linda and I? It’s for charity.”

Power Girl laughed. The air as she flew streamed into her cleavage window, fluttering the fabric that seemed stretched so tightly over her bosom. It called out to Clark’s eyes. There was no novelty to what she wore like there was to Linda’s poncho, but there was equally something to be said for the iconic nature of Karen’s costume. It flattered the already majestic curves of her body to whorish extremes, until even the feeling of the atmospheric slipstream around Clark’s invulnerable body felt too much like a sensual caress meant to awaken his erection.

“Go a whole evening without being able to sink my teeth into you?” Karen asked. “No thanks. In fact, as long as you’re in a giving mood, it’s time you thank me for my help!”

Suddenly she strafed into him, catching him around the midsection and bearing him down until they crashed into the Maryland countryside. Clark winced, scanning the wooded surroundings, but even with the bombardment of noise they had made, there was no one for miles to hear it. Then he cringed as he realized how Karen had scuffed his suit.

“You expect me to go to a thousand-dollar-a-plate dinner looking like this?” Clark asked her, gesturing to the streaks of mud her horseplay had left all over him. 

“Not at all,” Karen said, leaning over him as she ripped his trunks and leggings down his body. Clark’s erection, finally given its chance to shine, sprang up a full foot in the air.