Power Girl

“What was that lost song called?”

Tara coughed violently, **** on the last bite of the delicious, chocolate confection. Her eyes bulged from her head as she spun around. And yet as she frantically searched the alley for anyone she came up empty. It was just the same few dumpsters and back doors. Nothing was in the alley with her but old trash, crusty stains, and funky smells. Was she going crazy?

“Up here.” The husky voice called again.

Squeaking in surprise and throwing her gaze skyward Tara found the culprit.

Sitting on the railing of the lowest level of the building’s fire escape was a woman. She was perhaps a little older than Tara. But she was much taller, though by how much was hard to tell while she was sitting. Her blue eyes twinkled with mirth over the rim of her reusable, insulated travel mug. The hand holding the mug was clad in a glove made of soft, blue, leather-like material. Which was only one of several strange articles the woman was wearing. The main one was a white long-sleeved, skin-tight leotard. But there was also a red cape hanging from her left shoulder secured by a gold cord stretched across her upper chest and under her right arm. Compared to the rest of the outfit the red, fabric belt, and boots that matched the gloves seemed positively normal.

They also left very little doubt as to who this woman was. The golden blonde hair just made it impossible to not put the pieces together. And of course, there was the fact that she was floating gently to the ground.

It was Power Girl. The Power Girl. One of the most powerful heroes on the planet. Maybe in the universe. She was here. In some random alley. Asking about her music.

Apparently the Kryptonian realized Tara would need a moment as she stayed silent when she landed. Giving the girl a moment to simply stare in slack-jawed disbelief. A moment Tara was completely caught up in. How could she not be? The woman before her was the absolute vision of perfection. From her perfectly styled, blonde bob down to her immaculately shined boots. And her costume seemed to be designed to show off her best features. The legless cut left her supple, shapely thighs on full display. The belt accentuated her thin waist and wide hips. The form fitting fabric made sure that the well-formed muscles on her arms and her sleek but defined set of abs were nice and visible. But more than any of that was Power Girl’s most famous feature.

Her breasts were truly massive. They were easily the biggest Tara had ever seen in person. Well beyond a DD-cup, they seemed as gravity-defying as the woman they belonged to. They were perfectly round, standing high and proud on her chest. And through the thin, elastic fabric of her costume their every contour was clearly visible. Well except for the vast expanse of cleavage that was left bare by her infamous “boob window.”

Blinking rapidly to break her gaze Tara feigned interest in the dirty asphalt under her feet, muttering incoherently. She had no idea what to do. Power Girl was a superhero. More than that she was one of the godlike Kryptonians. She should be fighting giant robots. Or pushing asteroids out of a collision course with the Earth. Or at the very least she should be rescuing a kitten from a tree. What was she doing here?

The heroine took a small sip from her coffee before she spoke again.

“Didn’t mean to spook you.” She chuckled. “I just wanted to say I like your music.”

“Thanks.” Tara squeaked. She tried to think of something else to say, but the words failed to form in her mind, much less her mouth. Even if she could think of something her mouth felt suddenly dry and her tongue felt heavy. So instead she stayed silent. And as that silence grew progressively more awkward Tara found herself hoping the ground open and mercifully swallow her whole. Except of course, Power Girl would almost certainly save her. Leaving her in the exact same position. On the other hand, though she could at least say thanks again.

“Well?” Power Girl asked. Her throaty voice pulled Tara’s attention back up the blonde woman’s face. Tara had expected her to be scowling, or maybe to look bored. Instead, the heroine’s face was offering her an ordinary smile. Or rather it would be ordinary if she wasn’t so beautiful.

“Wh-What?” Tara’s face blushed as the other woman smirked at her. Power Girl seemed amused by her response. Or was she amused by how she was blushing? The woman was giving her the same look one might give an unusually sociable bunny. Wait, people looked at bunnies like that because they thought bunnies were cute. Did she-

That thought made Tara blush all the more, but she found she couldn’t break eye contact.

“That last song. I really liked it. What’s it called?” Power Girl reminded her. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before.”

“It doesn’t really have a name,” Tara answered lamely. “It was improved.” All the while she tried desperately to make sure she didn’t say what was going through her head.

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She saw them of course. Given the differences in their heights and the sheer mass of the Kryptonian’s sweaterless puppies, it was impossible to ignore them. But she didn’t want to stare. It was a bad idea to be rude to a woman who could shoot lasers out her eyes.

Power Girl let out a long low whistle at that. Her smirk had left her face. Now she just looked surprised.

“Whoa. So it was all, just… Off the top of your head?” After Tara nodded jerkily Power Girl spoke again. “Damn. That’s impressive.”

Tara felt stupid saying thanks again but couldn’t think of something else to stay.

“I’m serious it was beautiful.” Power Girl said before taking another sip of her coffee. It was only then that Tara thought of something.

“I-I didn’t see you inside.” Sure her eyes were closed, but a superhero buying coffee would probably have caused enough of a commotion that she would have noticed.

“Oh, I brought this from home.” Power Girl explained taking what sounded like the last sip of her drink before sealing it. “I was up on the roof. Sometimes you need a break on patrol.”

Noticing Tara’s confused expression the bombshell tucked her blonde locks behind her ear and said “Super hearing.”

“Oh.” She supposed that made sense. She had heard that Superman could see through walls. So it wasn’t that much of a stretch to think Power Girl could hear through them. While Tara was still pondering that, the woman in question spoke.

“Hold on one sec.” She said, drawing her mug back like a football and throwing it. A blast of wind erupted from her as she did. It kicked up dust and litter all up and down the alley. Tara threw her arms up to shield her face as the muffin wrapper was ripped from her grasp. After less than a heartbeat, her hair stopped dancing wildly and she felt it was safe to open her eyes again.

“Whoops.” The blonde said, offering a far-from sheepish look. “Sorry about that. The alley acted like a wind tunnel.”

Tara was flabbergasted. Completely and totally overwhelmed by this bizarre show of ****. And apparently it showed on her face as now Power Girl did look contrite.

“I, uh, used to leave them on rooftops and just swing by when I needed a break. But people kept stealing them. But it’s pretty safe in orbit.” She rubbed the back of her head before recovering her cocksure grin. “It’s a pretty small suspect pool if someone grabs it then. And they all know better than to take my shit.”

Tara had no idea what to say to that. Still, a part of her liked the woman’s confidence. And her ability to both casually throw things into space and then go get them back was pretty cool too. She also liked how putting her hand behind her head pushed her chest out.

“So do you play here often?” Power Girl asked. Apparently she wanted to avoid another awkward pause, or maybe she just wanted to change the subject.

“Y-Yeah every Tuesday and Friday,” Tara answered.

“So do you mind if I swing by Tuesday?” Power Girl said, offering a toothy smile. “I hear this place is good. Plus I really liked your music.”

“Yeah,” Tara said dreamily. “I-I mean no! I-” She took a deep breath. “I would-

“I get ya,” Power Girl said with a chuckle. “So I guess I’ll see you then.” The heroine spoke slowly.

It was at that moment that Tara realized what Power Girl was saying that she wanted to see her perform again. That she would get to see this amazing woman again. Maybe she could win her over. She could end up friends with a superhero. Or maybe even more.

No. That was presumptuous. After all, as far as she knew Power Girl was straight, she had never heard of her coming out. Then again the same was true for Tara herself. So maybe…

No, there was no reason to get ahead of herself. Power Girl (leggy, stacked, gorgeous, charming, superpowered) was definitely out of her (bony, flat, plain, awkward, ordinary) league. But she would be grateful to have a friend. Especially one this cool. It would be more than a little torturous but also more than worth it.

But something bothered her. And it wasn't hard to figure out what.

It was a long time until Tuesday. Too long.

"Ialsoplayintheparkmostdays!" She loudly blurted out. Her clumsy words hung in the air. Power Girl looked genuinely caught off guard at that, just staring in shock at the black-haired musician. It was too much. Too needy. Too soon. Too tactless. She might as well just yell "I love your big jubblies and don't want to wait that long to see them again!"

But when Power Girl recovered from her surprise at the quiet girl's outburst she didn't look upset. She didn't look put off or weirded out. She looked pleased.

"I guess I can swing by there." The Kryptonian said softly. "But you've got to something for me first, Ms. Mozart," All the while flashing a toothy, firecracker grin.

"Wh-Wh-What's th-that?" Tara stammered out. When did they get so close to each other? She could smell Power Girl's perfume (or more likely deodorant.) She smelled like a pine forest after a snowstorm.

"You have to tell me your name." She sniggered. The short girl blanched realizing she never did introduce herself.

"I'm so sorry! It's Tara. Tara Thrussle." She babbled out. "It's just I was so surprised to see you. And, well, I don't talk to new people that often so I forgot. And well it's hardly like you need an introduction. I really admire what you guys do. I'm kind of a fan. Sorry, this isn't a really-"

"It's ok. After today I've gotta say, I'm a bit of a fan myself, Tara." Power Girl's tone was teasing, but her face seemed surprisingly genuine.

It was all too much. Tara hid behind her hands. How could she not? She had a fan. And that fan was Power Girl. Power Girl liked her music!

"Hey now, no need to freak out on me."

A hand was laid on Tara's shoulder. Its firm but gentle grip should have put her at ease. And it did. At least until she opened her eyes. And found herself face to chest with her first (and so far only) fan.

She was paralyzed by the sight, a total deer in the immense headlights. Up until now, she had been so careful. But now they were right there. How could she not stare at those fantastic tits? So, for only a moment, she indulged. At least she hoped it was only a moment. Boobs like Power Girl's made it hard to notice the passage of time. But time was certainly passing because Tara's panties were growing wetter and wetter with each passing second.

After what she hoped was an imperceptible length of time she looked up into Power Girl's face. Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice Tara checking her out. Or at the very least she didn't seem to think much of it.

"You're my first fan," Tara explained feeling a little breathless after ogling the Kryptonian.

"Well, I definitely won't be the last. You've got too much talent to remain unknown." Power Girl said with utter certainty, stepping back out of the musician's personal space.

Tara smiled demurely, flattered beyond words.

"I'll see you around, Tara." She said lifting off the ground and turning to face the sky.

"Y-Yeah," Tara said softly. "I'd like that."

As she watched the Kryptonian lift into the air she was given another gorgeous view. This time of a taught, spandex-clad, heart-shaped ass. An ass she couldn't help but notice lacked any sort of panty lines.

Her jaw dropped and her pussy gushed. Could Power Girl get any sexier?

Right before the heroine flew off she glanced back over her shoulder at the skinny girl below her. And right before she jetted off with a clap like thunder, she shot the girl a playful wink.

Leaving a shell-shocked Tara alone in the alleyway.