Fucking

Tara should have been terrified at the wild way Karen drove to her apartment. It was a miracle that they weren’t pulled over as they sped through the streets. Even more so that they didn’t crash. But there was simply no room in Tara’s mind for fear. She was full of giddy excitement and burning want.

The two grew increasingly impatient as they twisted through the Metropolis’s compact roads. Until finally, they reached one of the nicer neighborhoods, and the blonde swung into the parking deck of a particularly ritzy apartment complex. After that, the car pulled quickly and gracefully into its reserved space. And before Tara could even blink Karen was out of the car and opening the door for her date.

The blonde offered the musician a hand to help her out of the car. Once her slender fingers were interlocked with Power Girl’s, Tara was gently but insistently led to the burnished, black elevator doors. After pressing the call button the two stood in anticipation, willing the elevator to just arrive already.

“I should have just flown us up,” Karen muttered grumpily under her breath. In answer to that, the elevator dinged and opened its doors for them. The two stepped inside and Karen quickly fished a key card from her purse. After swiping it and pressing the button for the penthouse the two were left standing there awkwardly as the elevator began moving.

After a moment of silence, Karen glanced up at an innocuous corner of the elevator. A faint buzzing noise filled the elevator for a second, making the hairs on the back of Tara’s neck stand on end. Raising an eyebrow at her date for an explanation, she was met with a toothy grin.

“I knocked out the camera.” And with that Tara found herself pulled into a tight embrace. The taller woman’s lips pressed adamantly against her own. At that moment she felt the indescribable power of the Kryptonian behind the kiss. But that incredible might belied a tenderness the young musician had never fully experienced. The blonde woman softly cupped her cheek with one hand while the other settled in the small of her back pulling her desperately closer. It was, appropriately for a first kiss, a little awkward as Tara was **** onto the tips of her toes to truly kiss Karen back. But that was far from important as the kiss continued growing from tender to passionate.

Tara gripped tightly to the back of Karen’s jacket as their tongues entwined. Lacking experience, the shorter girl simply did her best to follow the heroine’s lead. It went back and forth between the two. One moment the blonde was firmly in control, her tongue licking every nook and cranny of the shorter girl’s mouth. But then she would back down, allowing Tara to take control. Something she found wonderfully liberating. She was being allowed to express her lust and her passion without fear or anxiety. The girl found herself falling further and further into the moment. Even nibbling the taller woman’s lower lip gently. Which surprised even herself with how aggressive she was at that moment. But she couldn’t stop herself. She had wanted this for so long. There was no point in denying the raw arousal that flooded her body.

When the door slid open Tara was completely out of breath, and her legs felt like jello. But before she could worry about walking in this state she found herself scooped up in Karen’s muscular arms. The Kryptonian carried her effortlessly, bridal style, up to the door to the penthouse. The younger girl marveled at the cords of divine muscle in her arms as the older woman easily held her one-handed as she frantically searched in her purse for her keys. Before eventually, the heroine gave up with a frustrated huff. Her free hand grabbed the knob on the white, wooden door and twisted it. The younger girl was shocked by the sound of metal screeching and snapping as the internal locking mechanisms on the door were totally destroyed by Power Girl.

“I’ll just fix it later,” The blonde said, mostly to herself as she carried her petite lover across the threshold.

The apartment was, much as Tara suspected, far more opulent than her own studio. The living room alone was twice the size of her apartment, covered in a soft, sumptuous carpet and filled with suede furniture. It was the type of thing one saw in movies, not in real life. The massive wall-mounted TV complete with a surround sound system and marble fireplace just seemed like overkill. And like her office, Karen’s apartment was given an amazing view through the multiple floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside of which was a large balcony that sported several sun chairs around a small pool. There was even a hot tub.

But Tara barely acknowledged any of that. She acknowledged the armchair she was gently placed on. But beyond that, her attention was entirely concentrated on the unbelievably sexy woman, who immediately resumed making out with her once they were inside. But once she was sitting the taller woman pulled away, in spite of the reproachful whine that escaped from the black-haired girl.

“Now, now bunny,” Karen said cockily. “I’m in the same boat. But I’ve got a bet to win.”

The heroine scooped a remote off of the coffee and pressed a few buttons. A slow but intense techno song began to fill the air. She began to slowly move to the music. Her wide hips slowly swayed as her fingers traced up her sides, outlining her perfect hourglass figure. Tara was enraptured at the sight and could do nothing but stare in slack-jawed awe.

“Told you I could get you to like dancing.”

Karen’s movements grew progressively more salacious. Her hips swung in wide slow arcs as she turned to shake her ass at her audience. She arched her back to push out her chest before giving her breasts a small shake as well. Her hands rubbed the inside of her thighs as she dropped low, spreading her legs before tightly squeezing her massive tits and moaning dramatically. All the while she stared at the skinny girl, eyes burning with lust. Nonverbally daring and demanding her lover to watch her.

Then her clothes began to come off. First to go was her blazer, which was tossed haphazardly away. Then she started on the few done-up buttons left on her shirt, but after only two her impatience seemed to get the better of her and she ripped the silky fabric to pieces. Throwing away the scraps of what was once her shirt, Karen moved on to her pants. The belt, button, and zipper were all quickly undone. Then, hooking her thumbs into her waistband, the blonde began to work them down her long legs.

As her pants went down her legs came up. The Kryptonian bombshell rose into the air leaving her shoes and pants on the ground below. Even when airborne her dance continued as she quickly got rid of her socks and let her hair free of its bun. Now clad in only her lacy, black panties and matching bra, the dance slowed. Karen struck pose after pose. Showing off each and every asset she had to her lover. Her firm abs, her shapely legs, her brawny arms, her feminine hips, her bubbly ass, and her voluptuous breasts were shown off in a variety of unusual poses and angles, letting Tara’s eyes roam across every inch of her body.

“So do I win?” Karen asked teasingly. “Do you like my dancing?”

“Yes,” Tara whispered. It was only then that the musician realized that she hadn’t moved since the music began. Instead, she had sat completely still with her mouth growing increasingly dry, her nipples growing increasingly hard, and her pussy growing increasingly wet.

“Good,” Karen said with a wide smile and a gentle blush. “I love it when you look at me like that. I’ll dance for you whenever you want. But for now…”

The blonde’s hands went between her breasts. After a second she took hold of the clasps holding the sheer cups and worked it apart. Lowering her arms to her side, she let the brassier fall to the ground. At long last Tara was allowed to see Power Girl’s boobs in all their glory. And they did not disappoint. Even without the support of a bra, they barely sagged under their impressive weight. And now free from any binding they jiggled slightly with each subtle movement. But the part that truly caught the skinny girl’s eyes were her perky, pink nipples, already hard even before being exposed to the air.

“Much better,” Karen sighed as she gently massaged her chest. “But I’m not done yet.”

She grabbed her panties and began shimmying out of them. The logical part of Tara’s brain noticed that Power Girl seemed to need to put in a great deal of effort to remove her underwear. Or rather she did so later. At the moment though she was entirely absorbed in the wiggling of her now bare hips and the vigorous shaking of her massive tits.

When she finally worked the fabric past her ankles she landed in front of Tara wearing nothing but a smile. As she did the shorter girl was given a look at her trimmed, golden bush and the pink lips beneath it. The shorter girl licked her lips as a thought occurred to her.

This was really happening. Power Girl was naked in front of her. Power Girl was going to have sex with her.

"You know, I don't normally wear panties. They're kinda restrictive. But," Karen said before tossing Tara her panties. Somehow the black-haired girl managed to catch them using only one hand. But jumped at the warm, wetness she felt in her hand. The black lace was absolutely drenched.

"I knew I was going on a date with you and didn't want to look like I wet myself." Karen drew herself to her full height as she spoke. "But I don't need them now. I do need one thing though. Know what that is?"

Tara shook her head. She could barely think at the moment.

"I need my cute and sexy bunny," Karen said huskily, "to tell me what she wants. Whatever you want. Say the word and it's yours."

"Your boobs," Tara answered immediately without a second thought. "I-I want to play with your boobs."

Karen hummed in assent as she stepped up to the skinny girl. "Good choice. They're pretty awesome aren't they."

The blonde woman bent over slightly to lower her chest down to her lover. Staring wide-eyed at her impressive rack Tara wholeheartedly agreed. She reached up slowly towards the massive breasts in front of her, unsure of exactly what to do. Playing with her own nearly flat chest was poor practice for dealing with monster tits like Power Girl's. So she started slowly. She gently cupped and lightly rubbed the massive mounds. They were wondrously soft to the touch and pliable like bread dough. Her hands carefully explored the curves before her, never going too fast or too forcefully. Instead, she just focused on memorizing and appreciating every aspect of the glorious breasts before her.

“That feels nice,” Karen sighed delightedly. “But I’m not made of glass. You don’t have to hold back.”

With that encouragement, Tara began to truly grope her lover’s breasts. She quickly came to the conclusion that each tit was simply too big for one of her hands. So she used both, first on the right one, before switching over. She kneaded, jiggled, squeezed, and massaged each one in turn, doing her best to gauge Karen’s reactions. She listened to the delighted sighs and hums of her partner and slowly grew bolder. Until she finally found what she didn’t even really know she was looking for.

The blonde gasped in pleasure as the black-haired girl’s thumb brushed across her nipple. Tara had often heard the myth that bigger breasts were less sensitive, but that reaction made her doubt it. Her own nipples had always been a great source of carnal pleasure in her private time. And seeing the eager look in Karen's hooded eyes she knew it would be the same for her. So she focused on them. She traced the areolae with her thumbs before rolling the tips between her fingers. The gasps and moans this generated were as beautiful as any music and prompted the skinny girl to go farther. Her manipulations grew more zealous as she flicked and pinched each peak in turn. Before finally, something rose within her.

She leaned forward planting a gentle kiss on the older woman's right breast. Then another and another, as she made her way along the supple flash until her lips finally came into contact with the pink diamond. At first, she pecked and licked the plump nub, but soon she began to suckle greedily. The tangy, subtly metallic, taste that filled her mouth was far more intoxicating than the wine they had shared earlier. But it was nothing compared to the words that Karen groaned.

"Oh Rao, yes," She moaned wantonly. "That's it. Suck on them. It's so good."

Tara would never think to stop now. Instead, she sucked all the harder. Every so often she would, reluctantly, draw back and latch on to the other nipple instead. Though she made sure to always keep up her ministrations with one hand on the otherwise ignored peak. And in time her teeth accidentally grazed the left bud. At this, Karen cried out in wordless, hedonistic gratification as she fell forward and braced herself on the arms of the chair.

This left Tara pinned against the back of the chair by the tits she was playing with. Far from something to complain about the musician found the sensation of the warm, soft mounds pressed against her delightful. But this left her with a conundrum. She could no longer easily switch her mouth from nipple to nipple as she had been. And while she was more than happy to explore what reactions her teeth could draw out of her lover, this left her with a free hand.

Without conscious thought, her left hand moved down until it found a firm thigh. Working purely from touch she traced her palm along the satiny skin inwards and upwards, offering the occasional squeeze to savor the Kryptonian's firm muscles. Soon enough she reached the other woman's groin. Without being able to see what she was doing, she relied on whatever information her fingers provided. The first thing she noticed was that the blonde hair she spotted before was restricted to the well-groomed bush, the rest was perfectly smooth. The second was that Karen was literally overflowing with arousal.

Despite the wetness and the fact that Tara wasn't really left-handed, she worked quickly to acquaint herself with Karen's pussy. As she started she began to worry just how different a Kryptonian vagina might be from a human one. But as she explored she found all the bits and pieces she had, just a little different. Her lips were a little more robust, her opening a little further back, and her clitoris a little larger. But she was grateful to find no teeth or tentacles.

With that, she started her work. Using her personal experience she began with teasing Karen's entrance. Worked up as she was, Tara guessed it wouldn't take much to push her lover over the edge so she did what she could to draw out the pleasure. She slowly inserted her middle finger, earning a particularly loud moan. The internal muscles that eagerly grabbed at the intruding digit were noticeably stronger than Tara's own, but in spite of that, she did manage to get her ring finger in as well. In all her years of masturbating the musician had never found the fabled g-spot the internet assured her existed. But she knew where it supposedly was. So she curled her fingers at what she hoped was the right angle. But it was her thumb, which automatically began to lightly circle her lover's clit, that truly set her off.

"Fuck!" Karen cried out in pleasure, her eyes screwing shut and her head flying back. "Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum already! Oh, fuck! Tara! TARA!"

The Kryptonian seized up and shook violently. Her inner walls clamped down on the slender fingers within her so tightly that Tara found it hard to keep moving despite the plentiful lubrication. In fact, it was more than plentiful. Wave after wave of honey poured forth soaking her slender hand, Power Girl's thighs, and the carpet below. And when the climax reached its full power the sound of ripping fabric and splintering wood filled the air as Karen's hands balled into fists, effortlessly crushing the arms of the chair.

It was clearly a bigger and better orgasm than anything Tara had ever given herself. The young musician was left simply doing what she could to prolong the blonde's pleasure. But even then the sheer magnitude of the moment meant she could do little but drink in the moment, and revel in a primordial, animalistic pride. Never being one for self-confidence, she always thought she would come up short in prurient matters. At best, she hoped she would prove to at least not be boring. But having quickly and easily gotten a superhero off she indulged in the rare moment of self-esteem.

And did her best to ignore the small voice in the back of her head that pointed out that it was possible to take orgasms. And that for all she knew Kryptonians had super-acting powers.

But before she could dwell on that for too long, Karen reached a tipping point and collapsed. The wrecked material in her fists tore free from the rest of the chair. Her quaking legs had no hope of holding herself up without help. So in an instant, she crumpled. The two found themselves chest to chest, Power Girl's enormous, bare tits completely smothering Tara's dainty chest. Her blonde head laid heavily on the shorter girl's shoulder, her deep ragged breaths tickling the musician's slender neck. The position made it impossible for the black-haired girl to really continue to pleasure her, so Karen began the long, slow comedown from her carnal high. Unsure of what else to do with her hands Tara's right hand (after taking a quick detour to fix her glasses that had been knocked askew) wrapped around her partner and began to gingerly trace her fingertips up and down the woman's spine.

Her completely soaked left hand needed to do something different. While she was certainly not opposed to getting a little dirty, she didn't want her hand to be too sticky. Her dress was too nice to even think about using it to clean her hand like some common napkin. And even damaged as it was using the chair seemed wrong. So instead she brought the hand to her mouth and tentatively extended her tongue. Tara had experimentally tried her own taste a few times. While she didn't find it unpleasant she never thought of it as anything more than kind of bland. Karen on the other hand was wonderfully flavorful. It was savory, full-bodied, and subtly spicy in a way Tara never imagined pussy could taste. Either it was an advantage of alien biology, or Karen was extremely lucky.

When the short girl's hand was almost clean she was suddenly caught off guard by a fervent kiss. When the blonde finally pulled away she stared deeply into her lover's eyes and spoke.

"Holy shit," She said hoarsely. "I knew you'd be good but… Fuck, I've never cum that fast or that hard before."

Karen giggled a little as she brushed a curly lock that had escaped Tara's ponytail behind the petite girl's ear. Then, licking her lips, she traced a single finger down the musician's cheek, along her delicate jawline, down her neck, and over her collarbone until she began to fiddle with the top of the girl's purple bodice.

"Damn I haven't even gotten any of your clothes off," Karen said half with exasperation and half with admiration. "I'll have to fix that!"

The heroine eagerly gripped the top of the dress, ready to turn her words into action. But was stopped by the sitting girl.

"W-Wait!" Tara spluttered. "Wait! I r-really like this dress! Don't rip it!"

"Ugh," Karen groaned in frustration. "Fine but only because you look so beautiful in it."

With that, she drew back up to her full height and pulled Tara to her feet by the front of her dress. She once again shoved her tongue into the shorter girl's mouth. Then there was a blur of color, light, and wind. And when the blonde pulled back from the kiss, Tara found herself in a large yet cozy bedroom.

She was slowly getting used to bizarre happenings like that but she still found herself a little dizzy after the sudden burst of speed. Not helped by the realization of where she sunk in. Karen's bedroom, like the rest of her penthouse, was extremely nice. With even more plush carpets than the living room, a walk-in closet, and a large luxurious master bath. The walls were covered with beautiful artwork, including one Tara suspected may have been Kryptonian given how strange and beautiful it was. But dominating the room was the bed itself. It was a massive king-sized behemoth. With a frame of dark oak, several voluminous pillows, and a velvety red duvet it looked incredibly comfortable.

But it put her on edge. It reminded her of what she was here for. Even though she wanted this, and the eager look on Karen's face let her know she wasn't the only one, she was still nervous. This would be the first time she had ever been naked in front of someone else since she was a very young child. And while part of her was grateful that Karen was letting her do this at her own pace another part of her wished that the superhero had simply ripped her dress off like a bandaid.

Tara took a deep, steadying breath before she began. She started with her shoes, deciding that they were the easiest to remove and the least embarrassing to go without. In her mind, she saw Karen giving her a show, turning even the simple act of undressing into a sensual striptease. But she was simply too flustered to think of doing something like that. Even if she tried she wasn’t sure she had the coordination, beauty, or confidence to do something like that. So she kept it simple and undid her hair tie, shaking her dark curls free from the ponytail. After that, she remembered Karen’s seeming interest in her legs and moved on to her stockings. First, she reached through the slit in her skirt and rolled the left one down her legs. That proved easy enough so she moved on to the right one. It was only when she noticed the fiery gaze on her that she realized the look up her dress she gave Karen. She wondered if the blonde woman caught a glimpse of her thoroughly wet, white thong. If the tongue slowly licking the heroine’s lips was anything to go by, the answer was yes. Her bare toes wiggled against the carpet as she mentally prepared for the next step.

She started by pulling her right arm up and out of its loose sleeve. Then she moved her hands to her armpits and worked her fingers between her bodice and her skin. As she began to wiggle out of her dress she closed her eyes. She hoped that would make it easier. Her minuscule breasts proved to not be much of a hindrance, as the silk glided effortlessly over them. That done she found the silk passed easily over her ticklish ribs and down her flat tummy. Her narrow hips proved to be a bit more of a problem, or maybe she was just nervous about being down to just her skimpy underwear. She stepped out of the pool of fabric on the ground. And before she worked up the courage to open her eyes, she grabbed her thong. The damp fabric peeled slowly away from her virginal womanhood and she let it fall to the ground.

It was only then, wearing nothing but her glasses, that she opened her eyes. She tentatively looked up at her lover. The thought of a disappointed or angry expression on the heroine’s face terrified her. Or worse yet maybe there would be pity for the poor little girl who thought she could hope to make it with someone so far out of her league. Instead, when she looked into Karen’s eyes she saw nothing but barely contained lust. The woman seemed consumed by it. She chewed her plump bottom lip. At some point, her hands had drifted up to her large tits and began to gently massage them. And her long legs rubbed together seemingly **** for friction between her wet thighs.

“God damn,” Karen groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

The older woman rushed forward and began to kiss the willowy girl once again. The two moved towards the bed until Tara found herself gently laid upon the bed with her Kryptonian partner on top of her. Karen only kissed her lips for a moment or two, once again making sure to grind her bountiful bust against the smaller girl, before she began to move. She traced her lips along the black-haired girl’s jaw until she reached her ear. She offered a gentle nibble before whispering to the girl.

“You seem to have forgotten something, bunny.” As she softly whispered into the musician’s ear her powerful hands went to the girl’s tiny chest. It was only then that Tara remembered the adhesive nipple guards she had been given earlier. Karen slowly peeled the pasties from the rock-hard nipples they covered. The petite girl hissed at the oddly pleasant sensation, an odd, prickly, tugging that delighted her rosy little buds.

“Don’t worry,” Karen said hotly, her breath flushed Tara’s ear with warmth. “Just lie back and let me take care of everything.”

The powerful woman suckled gently on the lobe of her lover’s ear before she began to move lower. She trailed her lips and tongue along the slender, pale column of Tara’s neck, making sure to pause briefly to give the sensitive pulse point some special attention. But she didn’t linger. She moved further until she reached the girl’s petite chest. The same powerful hands that so easily torn apart wood and metal began to stroke the barely perceptible swell of the girl’s breasts with an unbelievably soft gentleness. After a moment with her hands, her mouth got involved. It began as simple nuzzling before quickly morphing into kissing and licking. At first, she carefully avoided the sensitive tips but that didn’t last.

When the other woman’s tongue traced around her nipple Tara moaned pitifully. Her fists balled into the blanket beneath her and her head fell backward. The tiny musician’s pussy had been wet and her nipples had been hard since even before Karen had teased her beneath the table at the restaurant. But now, impossibly, both became even more aroused.

“Pl-Please,” She moaned. She couldn’t take much more of this.

“Aww, I’m sorry,” Karen said genuinely. “I’ve teased you enough, huh? It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but I’m pretty sure I remember what to do.”

True to her word Power Girl started to move down once more. Her hands slowly glided along Tara’s ribs before settling on her slim hips. As she did that her warm, wet tongue slid down the musician’s sternum and down her stomach. She paused only briefly to circle the skinny girl’s navel before she arrived between her slim legs.

“So soft,” Karen giggled as she ran her nose and cheek over the small patch of sparse hair growing on Tara’s mound.

Tara wanted to respond but was cut off as a warm, wet tongue gently danced along her folds. Despite what Karen said, the slick muscle teased her. It prodded and swiped here and there, as the more experienced woman took the time to find her lover's weak spots. Soon though she began to gently lap at the fittingly small opening. The blonde seemingly couldn't get enough of the nectar flowing from the tiny girl's tiny pussy. And Tara was hardly going to stop her. The feeling of a tongue on her opening was heavenly, and yet also decadent as hell.

"Damn, you taste good," Power Girl said directly into the musician's pussy. The vibrations pulled a long slow moan from Tara. That felt amazing. But soon things changed. The tongue that had been tormenting and pleasuring her hole drifted upwards slightly, making a little room for something else to prod at the musician's honeypot. Karen's finger moved slowly, careful to only move as deeply as the younger girl's quivering tunnel allowed. Then when she met resistance she would tenderly massage Tara's inner walls until they opened up again. After a few moments of this, the muscular woman managed to work her finger in all the way to the knuckle.

"Shit, how are you this wet and still this tight?" Karen asked in amazement looking up at her new lover. Tara couldn't answer, she could only moan at the feeling of someone else inside her. The musician had never been a big fan of penetration. She had tried dildoes but found even small ones more uncomfortable than anything else. Even her own slender fingers were a little off-putting. But feeling Power Girl inside of her was something else. It was still tight, her walls were still stretched and her muscles clenched in protest. It just didn't matter. The feeling was too good.

After a moment Karen began to move. Her finger found a strange motion halfway between thrusting and thrusting that set Tara's nerves on fire. The musician found herself panting in sensual ecstasy and squirming fruitlessly against the super-powered hand on her hip that held her in place. But what happened next proved too much.

The mouth that had been focusing on her entrance was **** to find a new home. And there was simply only one option. It started with a light kiss on Tara's clit. A kiss that made the girl squeak in animalistic joy. It escalated quickly from there. Karen kissed, licked, and lightly sucked on the sensitive little love button. And as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her petite body, Tara grew wilder and wilder. She thrashed against the velvety bedspread. Her pussy clamped down so hard on the finger inside of her she would worry about breaking it if it wasn't a nigh-invulnerable superhero's digit. And her voice grew progressively louder and higher pitched until it drowned out any other sound in the room.

She knew what was about to happen. It was as obvious as it was inevitable. And yet the skinny musician fought against it. She didn't want to be too easy. She didn't want to be seen as some silly, stupid virgin who could barely handle sex. She didn't want to disappoint the woman who had so graciously popped her cherry. She didn't want it to end yet. What if she hadn't been good enough? What if her first time ended up being her last time? What if…

Then she looked down at Karen. The blonde was staring up at her as she flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue. Even with her mouth occupied her eyes said one thing.

I want you to cum. Cum for me, Tara.

There was no judgment, or boredom, or anger in the woman's gaze. Just an honest affection and the simple desire to please someone she cared about. Something uncoiled inside Tara's heart at that sight. Something that opened the floodgates.

Orgasm rocked through her as she shrieked like a banshee. Her hands tangled in the golden tresses between her slim thighs that locked onto her lover's head. Her back curled upwards and her teeth dug into her lip. Her pussy gushed and spasmed wildly. But she resolutely refused to allow her eyes to shut.

Using every ounce of willpower she possessed she stared into Karen's eyes. She would never be able to tell the other woman how important this moment was or how good she felt at this moment. Neither her words nor her music could ever hope to do it justice. Her only hope was that Power Girl could see it in her eyes. So as she crested wave after wave of pleasure she kept her eyes locked onto the blue ones looking up at her.

Eventually, though, her nubile body was exhausted. So despite her wishes, she collapsed backward. She bounced a little against the foam mattress. Her hands came at her side and her still shaking legs let go of the woman they simply couldn't hope to hold against her will. And when they proved too heavy she let her eyelids drift over her eyes. She took several deep and laborious breaths as she debated putting in the effort to fix her once again crooked glasses.

But before she could decide she felt them returned to their rightful place by the woman who had crawled up next to her on the bed. Karen softly kissed her, letting Tara take in the strange combination of her mild flavor on the lips and tongue of such a hot woman. The bombshell pulled the girl into a hug as she let the musician slowly regain her strength.

It was in this postcoital fog that Tara thought something. She was right all along. The real thing was so much better than her fingers and imagination.

…

It took a great deal of time for the two to exchange words. The room was dark and both women were tucked beneath the downy comforter. Without any words, the two had settled on spooning as the optimal cuddling position. Tara found the feeling of the woman behind her immensely enjoyable. Especially the arm hugging her waist, the soft breasts pressed against her back, and the tickle of warm air against her ear with each exhale from the blonde.

She was so comfortable at the moment that she let herself fall into a thoughtless bliss and just lived in the moment. Until a love-drunk chuckle came from behind her.

"What?" She asked lethargically.

"You were singing," Karen said doing her best to stifle her giggles. "I don't think I've heard you sing before. It's nice."

"Oh, thanks," The musician responded a little bashfully. "I don't normally sing in front of people. It's kind of… scary."

"Well, I'm glad I heard it then," Power Girl said earnestly. "It sounded to me like a lullaby though. Don't tell me you're sleepy already?"

"Kind of." And she was. The previous night without sleep was definitely catching up with her now.

"I guess that's fair, all things considered," Karen teased stretching a little. "I guess round two can wait until morning."

After everything that shouldn't have been enough to make Tara blush, but it was. She was just glad the other woman couldn't see her blush in the dark. At least she was until she remembered her lover was a Kryptonian and could definitely see her blush even if it was dark.

"But there was one thing I meant to ask but," Karen paused before asking. "Girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends," Tara said dreamily.

"Ok good," Karen sighed with relief and pulled the little waif tighter against her. "In that case, the lullaby was totally working on me. Do you mind?"

Part of her did, but as Tara snuggled back into her girlfriend's brace she ignored it. Getting back into her earlier head space proved difficult, but as she started singing she found it again.

After only a few bars she was rewarded with the deep even breathing of a woman asleep. She drifted off not long after.

She had a thousand questions about the future. But at least for now, she felt like she could handle whatever the morning brought.