Missing Hero

I walked into my apartment, Hazel’s small hand in mine. When she wasn’t suited up, she was a lot shorter, and I had to lean down a little to kiss her, and I put my hand on her much less curvy hips. We kissed passionately, stumbling through my apartment. Hazel shed her flannel jacket while I tore off the yellow hoodie I wore. My hands went to the bottom of Hazel’s jeans as I started kissing along her jaw and neck, and she whimpered in pleasure.

Hazel stepped out of her jeans, and I slid off mine. Both of us were just wearing our shirts and our underwear, and we fell backwards onto my bed, kissing. My right hand cupped her small, perky ass fondly while my left stroked her cheek. Her smooth legs tangled with my less smooth ones as her hands tugged at my shirt. Our lips broke apart briefly so Hazel could pull my shirt off me, and I lifted off Hazel’s tank top, and leaned back to admire the off-duty heroine in just her bra and panties. They were both black cotton, and she looked mortified.

“I would have worn something sexier if I’d known I was going to have sex today.” she blushed. I chuckled. I leaned down and kissed her collarbone, trailing kisses down her body, placing one on the top of her cleavage, which made her gasp before I kept going down, along her stomach, to her waist, where my tongue slipped inside her panties. She cried out.

“God, Jeremiah! Where did you learn to lick like that?” Hazel moaned. I chuckled.

“Hazel, I didn’t even touch your pussy.” I grinned. She blushed.

“Really?” she asked. I cupped her face.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked. She nodded shyly. I leaned in and kissed her softly, and she kissed me back eagerly, and she slipped her hands inside my underwear, and pulled out my nine inch cock, and it wasn’t full mast yet, either. Hazel gasped when she felt its’ size with her hand, and she pulled my underwear off, and my cock sprung free, whacking her in the face.

We both laughed, and Hazel gave it an inexperienced kiss, and I grunted a little, trying not to think about the dreams I’d had of this exact scenario happening, only with a certain black haired Pakistani goddess instead of Hazel. But I pushed those thoughts aside and focused back on Hazel, whose eyes were shining as she unclasped her bra, and tossed it aside on the floor. I leaned in and kissed one of her hard nipples, and Hazel sucked in a breath. I switched nipples, and she shuddered, while my hands caressed her body fondly.

She slid off her panties and tossed them aside as well, and I stared reverently at her pussy.

It was only my third time seeing one in person, and one of those two times was a prostitute. The other was my only genuine girlfriend, Becca Hill.

“Is it OK?” Hazel blushed. I nodded.

“It looks really good. I nodded, and leaned down to give her pussy a long, slow lick. I tasted just how wet she really was.

“Do you want me to go in?” I asked, and she looked at my cock, which was ten and a half inches now, and was rock hard. She nodded, and spread her legs. I gently braced the tip against her entrance, and held her hands as I slowly slid inside. She moaned loudly as the tip was engulfed, then inch by inch. I popped Hazel’s cherry, and she cried out in pain, but went straight back to moaning at the feeling of getting filled up with a cock.

“I don’t think I can take anymore!” Hazel shrieked. I bumped into Hazel’s cervix, and she screamed.

“Oh my god! What the hell did you doooo?” Hazel moaned.

“Looks like I’m actually too big to fit inside you.” I chuckled. Hazel whimpered and nodded emphatically.

“Yes, you are! You’re filling me up, Jer.” Hazel groaned in pleasure. I stroked her cheek, and then I started thrusting. Hard. The sounds of Hazel’s shrieks and screams really got me going as the girl’s walls loosened up a bit as I got her used to my impressive girth and length. Soon, Hazel was squirting all over me, and I laughed loudly, while she looked mortified. I was ready to cum, too, and Hazel’s soft hand started rubbing my balls and I grunted and shot her full of cum. She shrieked in pleasure and I fell on top of her. She smiled sweetly at me, kissing me lightly before she started to drift off, exhausted from her first sexual experience.

I wasn’t too experienced myself, and while I probably could go for a second round in a pinch, I succumbed to my tiredness, and fell asleep atop Hazel.

———

I woke up to hear the shower running. The warm presence in my arms that had been Hazel was gone, and I noticed her clothes were still all over the floor. I wondered what she would be wearing. I leaned up on my elbows, and Hazel walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Do you have some clothes I can borrow?” Hazel asked hopefully. I grabbed a shirt that was a little big on me, and a pair of boxers. Becca always loved walking around in my boxers, so I just presumed Hazel would too.

“Um, could I have my panties, actually?” she blushed lightly.

“They’re pretty messy. I should probably wash your clothes, actually.” I said, and Hazel sighed and got dressed. Her wet red hair spilled down her shoulders and back, and the back of my shirt got damp. Hazel wrapped her arms around me from behind and kissed my neck as I tossed her clothes in the washer along with mine and pushed start. I turned and kissed her full on the lips. I lifted her up with ease so she was taller than me, and her legs wrapped around my chest as she sat up there, leaning down to kiss me.

“Wow. Maybe having a boyfriend with super strength isn’t a bad thing.” Hazel giggled when I set her down. Boyfriend? Yikes, had it already gotten that serious for her? But I guess she was very inexperienced with sex and relationships, it made sense she’d fall headlong into our blossoming relationship for stability.

“Breakfast?” she asked.

“Eggs, please.” I said, and grabbed my phone off the nightstand while Hazel whipped up breakfast.

I had several messages from Rahmi:

‘Heading to check out a lead on Hitman. Where r u?’

‘J, I need back-up!’

‘Please?’

Then that was it. I called Rahmi, who was number one on my speed dial. It went to voice mail.

“I deserve that.” I grumbled. I headed out into the kitchen, where Hazel was cooking.

“Hey, I have to go check on a client. It shouldn’t be long.” I informed her.

“Client?” Hazel asked, confused.

“I do superhero bodyguarding as a side gig.” I shrugged. I picked up the black backpack with my suit in it. I pulled it out and stepped into the bathroom to change, then I kissed Hazel goodbye, and jumped out my window. I rolled lightly on the ground, and turned on my voice modulator as I jogged to Rahmi’s house.

———

When I walked up, I found the police. I rushed to knock, but the door flew open. It was Liyana. She slapped me.

“You were supposed to guard her!” she sobbed.

“What? I only had a specific shift. I got paid and I left. I’m not liable here.” I argued back. The cops walked up nervously.

“Why are you here?” the chief asked me.

“I was just doing a follow-up, maybe ring up some new business. Lots of rich people wanna pay to have a superhero shadow them. Then I saw the police cars. That’s all.” I said.

“Hm. What time did you leave the Khan Estate?” the chief asked me.

“I don’t know exactly. Like, 1 or 2?” I shrugged.

“Late night.” the chief commented.

“Yeah, well, superheroes don’t get a whole lot of sleep.” I shrugged again. Someone behind me grabbed my wrists, and I struggled. The chief pushed Liyana back inside, and drew his gun. So did his partner, a detective.

“Gentlemen, I didn’t do this!” I thundered.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re a vigilante, meaning you’re being put away.” the chief smirked. I sighed. Then, I easily pulled my arms out from the guy trying to handcuff me, and thunderclapped.

From there, I ran off.