BAE Chapter 11

Morning sunlight spills into the apartment. Wearing her leggings and a sweatshirt, Barbara grabs her keys and prepares to go for her morning run.

As she’s about to open the front door it’s kicked in with a bang.

The leader of the Karma Gang strides boldly into the apartment as Barbara picks herself up, shaking her head from the hit she just took. Just as she did on the train, the Leader wears a long coat and surgical mask.

“You think you are so smart,” she says angrily, advancing on Barbara.

Barbara isn’t sure about that, but is sure that this woman has just made a huge mistake. She blocks a punch and grabs her, but the woman slips out of her coat before Barbara can throw her. She’s nude underneath, and a naked person is difficult to grab, but not to punch. Barbara hits her in the stomach and gets behind her with an arm around her neck, taking her to the ground. They grapple until Barbara’s hold is firm and decisive.

The Leader struggles and Barbara lets out an involuntary gasp. One of her hands has ended up on the woman’s soft breast, and the erection straining in her leggings is pressed firmly to the shapely blonde’s bare bottom. Barbara pants, and for a moment neither of them makes a sound. The surgical mask has slipped and the blonde is returning Barbara’s gaze.

Their faces move closer together. Before the Leader can kiss her, Barbara wakes up.

Her face is buried in Kate’s short, brown hair.

Her cock is protruding from her panties, nestled cozily against Kate’s rear end with just the thin fabric of Kate’s underwear between them. One of Barbara’s arms has somehow gotten over Kate’s body, and her hand is cupping Kate’s breast. She feels a rigid nipple against her palm.

Somehow, in the night, Barbara went from on her back at the edge of the bed to over on this side as… the big spoon.

With the utmost care, Barbara opens her hand and releases Kate’s boob. It is extremely important that Kate not wake up.

The slightest sound gives her away. It’s Kate suppressing a giggle. She’s already awake.

Barbara’s heart sinks. She lets go and scoots away, rolling irritably onto her back. The sun’s coming through the curtains; it’s daytime.

Kate immediately rolls over to face her, assuming a sultry, pinup pose. She makes no effort to cover her bare chest as she smirks at Barbara.

“I didn’t mind,” she says.

Barbara just lays her hand over her eyes and sighs. She’s sore and she does not feel rested.

“You OK?” Kate asks.

Barbara groans.

“I can make you feel better,” Kate says, and Barbara squeals as a fingertip prods her erection. She sits upright and swats Kate’s hand away.

“What is the matter with you?” she snaps.

“What do you mean?”

“You used to at least try to fight crime,” Barbara says, immediately regretting it. She doesn’t need to be mean, but she’s not a morning person. “Now you’re breaking and entering and you forgot what consent means.”

Kate looks hurt, but only for a second. She snorts and rolls her eyes.

“Fine. Be that way.” She sighs. “I see why Dick broke up with you. It’s not because of your dick. It’s because you’re not fun, Babs.”

Barbara glares at her, but Kate just bats her eyelashes, then rolls onto her back. She kicks her legs into the air and slides her fingers into the waist of her panties. Barbara swallows, erection twitching as Kate slides her underwear off, then flicks them at Barbara, who catches them and flings them away.

Kate gets gracefully to her feet and with an extra seductive sway in her hips, walks naked into the bathroom.

The shower turns on. Barbara lies there, fuming. Then she looks down at herself. Her erection isn’t going down. It pokes sadly out of her panties, a little precum gleaming on the tip. Kate used to fight crime and Barbara used to have self-respect.

With a grumpy expression, she reaches for her cock.

“Ha!” Kate shouts, her head visible in the doorway.

Barbara snatches up a pillow and throws it, but Kate snaps the door shut in time.

Barbara flops on her back and uses her hands to pretend to strangle someone. She looks over at the clock. It is way later than she thought.

“No,” she moans pathetically. She’s going to be late for her internship at Wayne Tower if she doesn’t seriously hustle. Bruce can be late for everything. Barbara can’t.

She gets out of bed, peels off her panties and undershirt, and marches into the bathroom.

“Shut up and don’t hog the water or you’re leaving by the window,” she says as she joins Kate in the shower. Kate, looking amused, makes room. “I’ll be late if I don’t get cleaned up.”

“I think you’ll impress everyone if you go out like that,” Kate says, looking down at Barbara’s erection, which bobs around absurdly.

“I told you to shut up,” Barbara says.

“Oh,” Kate replies dramatically. She sinks to her knees and assumes an expression of wide-eyed innocence.

“What are you doing?” Barbara asks, turning toward her. Her cock bounces in front of Kate’s face.

“If only there was some way to stop me from talking…” Kate sighs dramatically.

Unbelievable. In hindsight, it was getting easier to understand why Kate hadn’t been able to make the cut. Unlimited potential hobbled by unlimited horniness and stupidity.

“Fine. Do it,” Barbara says, planting her hands on her hips and calling Kate’s bluff.

It’s the second time in less than twenty-four hours that Barbara has misjudged someone’s willingness to follow through.

Kate grabs Barbara’s wet cock and envelops it with her mouth, immediately sucking hard and dragging her lips back up the shaft.

“Ah!” Barbara throws out her hands to the tiled walls of the shower as sensation floods her body. She wobbles and Kate’s hands slide up Barbara’s thighs and find her buttocks. She squeezes, making sure that Barbara can’t go anywhere.

Barbara leans forward and hot water pours on her back, bathing and appointments forgotten as Kate’s tongue swirls around the head of her cock. One of Kate’s hands suddenly reaches between Barbara’s legs. She probably plans to put her fingers to work down there, but just the heel of her hand brushing the exposed clit makes Barbara’s legs clamp together.

Barbara’s hips jerk and she lets out a grunt.

“Mm!” Kate’s response is pure surprise. She didn’t expect Barbara cum so easily, and she certainly does not expect the flood of semen that fills her mouth. She lets go and leans away, coughing and spitting as Barbara sags against the wall, hips trembling, barely able to stand.

Kate quickly recovers and gets up, putting her arms around her. The orgasm was so intense that Barbara doesn’t even fight it, at least not immediately.

“That was quick,” Kate says with a little laugh. “You trying to drown me?”

Barbara, flushed with embarrassment and still a little dizzy, pushes her off and takes all the water for herself. She reaches for her body wash.

“Hey,” Kate says at the other end of the shower, away from the water. “What about me?”

Kate can wait her turn for the water; she has nowhere to be.