Derek's House

Artemis quirked an eyebrow when she saw the exterior of Derek’s family home. The architecture was predominantly colonial. The soft white sidings bespoke of old money, but not the sort that extended more than a century into the past. There were a few modern amenities, including a multi-car garage. The Mercedes hadn’t stopped there, however, and instead parked in front of the main entrance to the house. An overhang hung above the white double doors, casting the patio below in a comforting shade.

It was almost peaceful.

“So, what do you think? Is it what you expected?” Derek asked. He smiled at her. His beautiful blue eyes twinkled in the evening sun.

“Not exactly,” she admitted. “There aren’t any creepy **** dungeons that I can see.”

“Just wait. This is Gotham,” Derek smirked at her.

She glared at him and he held his hands up in mock surrender. She was tempted to give him a piece of her mind with her heel to his toe, but then he started speaking again.

“Heh. No dungeons or anything else equally deranged. I promise. I seriously just want to get you into bed,” he smirked and held out his arm.

“Ass,” her lips quirked upward. Her pussy tingled. She’d never have put up with that talk from Wally, but it sounded so right coming from Derek.

Am I really going to let him fuck me? God. I am, aren’t I? What... what about Wally? Should I break up with him. God, this is such a mess!

She swallowed her frustration.

I've already cheated on Wally by kissing Derek and letting him touch me. There's no harm in going further...

Artemis bit her lip as she thought about how good that dream of Derek had felt. When he'd just taken her and fucked her with his massive cock. She swirled her tongue in her mouth, the aftertaste of Derek's vanilla popsicle still prevalent in her mouth. She found a bit of vanilla residue along her teeth and scooped it up with her tongue, gulping it down greedily.

I wish that was his cum. Fuck, I'm so nasty!

She took his arm and allowed him to lead her to the entrance of his home.

Angela Davis stood there, eyes panning the horizon behind Artemis and Derek. The woman wore a sleek, professional pantsuit that did little to hide the substantial assets of her body beneath.

She noticed the telltale bulge of a handgun within the confines of the blazer, but she didn’t let it bother her.

More than one way for me to disarm an armed guard at this range.

She allowed Derek to lead her through the front door of his house and into a large foyer. The floors were a pristine brown wood that reflected the light from the setting sun that filtered in through the windows. Some of the windows had prismatic borders, causing the light to refract, painting rainbows across the floor.

“Derek, is that you?” A feminine voice filtered in from a room beyond the foyer.

A woman slightly shorter than herself stepped through. She appeared to be in her early to mid-forties and had dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She seemed slightly plump, likely due to her age, but instead of appearing generally overweight, the fat seemed to have settled in her breasts and rear, giving her an hourglass figure. Wally might have called her a MILF, and she'd have slapped him for it of course. Like Angela, she wore a pantsuit and her face was scrunched up in a stern visage that reminded her a little of Black Canary when she was particularly stressed with her job mentoring her team at Mount Justice.

“Yeah, Mom. This is Artemis. She’s a friend from school.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Taylor,” Artemis greeted her politely.

“Only a friend?” Mrs. Taylor asked, glancing at the two. Their bodies could have been practically melded together from how close they were.

“Ahem,” Artemis withdrew from Derek slightly. Somehow, she immediately felt less warm. As if a chill had entered the room. She immediately retreated back to Derek’s side and began to feel a little warmer.

“Well, maybe a little more than that. It’s still a work in progress. But I’ll wrap her around my finger eventually,” Derek smiled smugly.

She would have growled if her pussy hadn’t chosen that exact moment to tingle pleasantly.

“I guess this explains why you skipped your therapy appointment today,” the older woman said sternly.

Artemis gazed up at him sharply. Derek rolled his eyes.

Derek is seeing a therapist? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering how many classes he skips. But I always assumed he did that because he was just naturally a jerk. I wonder if his home life is alright.

A protective urge blossomed in her chest.

“Oh come on, Mom. It was just this one time,” Derek said.

“One time too many in my books,” Mrs. Taylor flared her nostrils angrily. “I’ve half a mind to ground you and send Artemis home.”

She resisted the urge to glare at the older woman.

Wow, and I thought my mom was overbearing.

“Mom, please. It was just this one time. I won’t do it again, I promise,” Derek gazed at his mother imploringly.

Surprisingly, his mother’s expression softened noticeably.

“Hm. I’ve rescheduled your appointment for tomorrow morning. If I hear you’ve skipped that session…”

“You won’t,” Derek promised.

“Good. You’re lucky Doctor Quinzel was amenable to a last minute rescheduling and was almost eager to reschedule your appointment at no cost. I can’t possibly imagine why she'd do that for you,” she muttered that last part before stalking off to another part of the household.

Artemis almost did a double take.

I can’t believe she’d say that about her own son!

“Thanks Mom,” Derek mumbled, his voice thick with sarcasm. She could see anger simmering just beneath the surface of his calm exterior.

She reached out to grab his hand.

He looked toward her and his pretty blue eyes softened. Her knees went weak and her pussy tingled.

“Sorry you had to see that,” he mumbled, and for some reason that made her cunt walls clench.

Fuck. I don’t know why I feel this way about Derek, but he means much more to me than I ever thought he would. And it seems like he needs someone in his life. Someone supportive. Maybe I could be that person.

Artemis moved closer to him and pressed her lips against his. His lips were soft, warm. Delicate. She felt him reach behind her to grab her ass and she moaned appreciatively. She loved it when he touched her and she was through looking for reasons why that wasn’t okay.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, meaning it in more ways than one.

“Let’s take this to my room,” he replied softly between kisses.

“Mh,” she sucked on his lower lip. She reached a hand between his legs to grab his crotch.

Big.

That was the only thought she had that could describe the meaty pole she groped through his pants.

Bigger than Wally. Easily. Probably even bigger than Conner. God, I really shouldn’t be doing this. It’s so wrong…

He deepened the kiss, prying her lips open with his tongue. She mewled pleasantly.

Why can’t I stop?

Derek broke the kiss suddenly. He stared into her eyes, his blue orbs warm with desire. Her pussy drooled, and she could only wonder exactly how soaked her panties were.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured and she almost swooned.

He took her hand in his and started walking. It was testament to how distracted she was that she didn’t even bother protesting.