Saturn Girl

There was a popular myth, back in the twenty-first century, that men thought about sex every seven seconds. This was of course a made-up figure and completely and utterly inaccurate; they think about it far far more often, as Saturn Girl would attest, being privy to all of their lewd lascivious and extremely perverted thoughts. Admittedly all the men she associated with were super-powered teenagers, hormones exploding, surrounded by her and her females teammates, teasing and tempting them by wearing ever more skimpy figure-hugging flesh-revealing costumes.

At the moment, her multitude of teammates were between missions, their bodies relaxing in the recreation room, their minds wallowing in the gutter. All of these tempestuous thoughts flowing out of their minds and into hers had gotten too much for the telepathic beauty, and so she walked away from them, the various Boys’ and Lads’ eyes fixed on her pink bikini-clad rear. As their mental musings about Saturn’s moon and Saturn’s ring flooded her mind, she started to sprint, **** for some digital relief.

Finding herself an abandoned time bubble, she climbed into it, ready for time to stand still, as she pulled aside the pink material of her costume, and set her fingers to action, remembering the legion of salacious thoughts that she and her teammates had experienced that day. She bit into her lip, moaning as her hand moved faster.