Out of these clothes.

The 18 year old girl in your arms is unsure of herself. Full of passion and lust, but too inexperienced to know what you want, too afraid of getting it wrong and driving you away. You can talk about all this later, how much you’ve fallen for her, ask about what made her want you, but this isn’t the time for that, this is a moment of passion. Leaning in, you gently kiss her tears away before giving her another deep kiss.

“Don’t worry,” you smile as you pull back. “I’ll look after you.”

Placing both hands on her ass you grip the material of her modesty shorts you give them a single sharp pull and burst them, ripping the fabric before tossing the scraps out to the wind. Supergirl cries out in surprise as you do, but only hugs you tighter. You let her hang there under her own power for a moment, removing your gloves into your belt with expert practice, before bringing both hands back under the skirt to discover a shocking amount of bare ass under your fingers now. You hadn’t anticipated that under the shorts Supergirl would have a thong on, though like many people you had often imagined that was what was hidden behind the fluttering little skirt when you looked up to the sky. Now it’s your own fantasy made real.

“Float back, let me see you,” you instruct, giving her ass a tight squeeze before letting go.

Supergirl bobs in the air a bit before floating away, one hand pressing down her skirt at the front to keep it from blowing up and revealing anything.

“I-it’s a bit embarrassing.”

“Do you not want me to see?”

“I do I just… I can’t…”

‘Help me’ is unspoken this time, but you fly up to her and take her hand in yours, and as you kiss you help to lift it away from her skirt, and taking her other hand put them both above her head, holding them by the wrist in a single hand. It’s a particular kind of thrill to have a girl with the power of the sun flowing through her veins yield to your grip. Reaching out to get a look at her, you appreciate it as she straightens up, thrusting out her chest and arching her back to give you the best view possible. The skirt whips and jumps in the wind, giving you flashes of her hips and thighs, freed now from modesty, before flipping up enough for a quick view of that little thong nestled in her thigh gap, the beautiful titillation you’ve always wanted out of that skirt. Better yet, you spot the small stain of her arousal, and the white and red colouring can’t help but appeal to your ego. Later you will want a better look at those, but for now, there’s something much better to see more of.

“Does it look good?”

“You’re so beautiful. I want to see more of you. All of you.”

Supergirl blushes at the compliment and your desire. It occurs to you that for all the speculating back and forth online, the ‘maidenhood of steel’ is most likely still intact, and at a few hundred feet in the air Supergirl is having her first sexual encounter.

“Please, could you take it off like… like you did with the shorts?” She looks down at her tight top, the ‘S’ splayed across her chest, her meaning clear.

You grin at the invitation and trail your free hand up her tight waist and to that same chest, squeezing gently at what lies within. You can feel the sports bra underneath and excitement fills you as you feel just how stuffed it must be and question how much of a bust has Supergirl been hiding this whole time.

“Keep your hands up there,” you tell her as you release her wrists.

She nods and keeps them cross above her head as you take a hold of her collar, feeling out how durable the material is and how much **** you will need to apply. Of course, you’re strong enough to move moons, and with a great jerk the blue suit rends in your grip, revealing the perfect skin underneath. You don’t admire anything yet though as you seize the sports bra and pull it up, letting her breasts spill free.

You’d heard around the Watchtower that Power Girl was Supergirl from an alternate reality that ran a few years ahead. You could certainly not miss the resemblance, but many jokes had been made about how much ‘smaller’ one was than the other. It seemed that 18 was the right age for Supergirl to catch up, or she’d been very good at hiding such amazing, perfect breasts since she arrived on Earth. Gently you caress and squeeze one of them while reaching down to lift her leg and stroke her thigh as you both drift through the air.

“Oh, oh Rao, I’ve never… this is… mmm…”

You silence her with a kiss, and are gratified when her arms drift down and around you, seeking, searching and exploring your body as you continue to play with hers.

“Supergirl… Kara,”

“Call me whatever you want.” She gasps at your touch, kissing you clumsily and eagerly.

It’s all the permission you need.