Supergirl

Saying that things have been going my way recently would be severely understating things; it's like whatever higher being that usually dishes me out a nice cold serving of shit is on a break or taking a nap. And in its place is a ****, more tender soul that desires to reward me for- uh- well I'm not sure what I'm being remunerated for specifically. I mean, I did fool my sister into washing her hair in my own semen. And yea- One could argue that's not the nicest thing a guy could do their sister- or anyone for that matter. But then I'd shoot back by saying, yeah; you're right, I'd be infuriated if someone did that to me.

I've committed a significant amount of sexual and devious acts to the people around me, mostly my family if I'm frank; but I've also done some nice things in the past!

Like-

Um-

Okay. I cleaned my grandmother's feet once, yeah, I did. It was probably the most disgusting moment in my life. And I've done some nasty shit let me tell you. Well, actually don't let me tell you. I tend to get off point when I jump into my backstory; I mean I'm obviously not diving down the routs of heroism, but I wouldn't make a good villain either. I'd be too busy monologuing!

Shit, I'm getting off topic again. Look, what I'm trying to get at is; things have been going my way. Pieces have been falling into place just for me, all for a perverted teen's enjoyment. Think about it, I get these earrings in the bathroom from the panties of a goddess. Then I stumble across my sassy sis who's been unintentionally teasing me with her fit bod for years. When I'm tired with her, Black Canary bashes her bountiful breasts into me, and after that Zatanna brings me to her, and ends up making my powers even stronger! It's like the universe wants me to mess with these women, I'm legitimately putting down zero effort on my part and being rewarded for my perverted pranks tenfold!

Case in point, Supergirl. I'm pitching over the sink counter with a soaked face, in the process of scrubbing my dried semen off my mug. Using my normality abilities is, at the moment; the last thing on my mind. I just decided that I'd at least enjoy part of the tour, but now, Supergirl walking in might just change my plans.

Since fate seems to be literally bringing these women to me, well; who am I to complain!? Also, where are all the dudes? I keep bumping into hot superpowered babes, but where are all the hunky hunks? It just doesn't make sense! It's like my life is some type of erotica, not that I mind but; where's Superman, Flash, or fucking Batman? This is supposed to be a tour of the whole Justice League, but so far I've only bumped into the female members. And Green Lantern, I guess; though, I honestly have no idea where he went.

Well, there are many times you just have to shut your mind off and go with the flow, I guess this is one of those times. Supergirl came to me, she's asking for it. Hell, I just minded my own business in the... bathroom...

Wait- This is the men's room! What is she doing in here?

"Okay okay, I have a good one this time."

Taking a sip from a cup of coffee, Kara looked up from her magazine of a news report by Louis lane; to one of her best friends, Winslow Schott. "Oh, you do?" She placed her cup down and folded her tight legs over each other. "Lay it on me."

"Alright." Winn grins as he leans forwards onto the table in front of him, "So a turkey sandwich walks into a bar-"

"Annnd you lost me," Kara raised her arms up in the air in an exasperated manner, before reaching back down to her coffee.

"Wait, you have to let me finish, I admit- The set up isn't excessively prodigious, but the punchline..." He waved his arms around to help emphasize.

"Mmm- Really?" Kara said with an eyebrow raised as she removed the cup from her lips. "The punchline's that good huh?" She brought her right hand to her mouth to keep in a chuckle, "Alright, go for it."

"Okay, so- A turkey sandwich walks into a bar....." Winn stopped, looking towards her gorgeous face expectingly.

Kara shifted her eyes left and right, then back to her friend, "Uh Huh, keep going, I'm waiting for the punchline."

"Yeah, the sandwich walks into a bar and orders a bear. And- and get this; the bartender says, 'sorry, we don't serve food here."

Winn sat there in his seat with an adolescent grin on his face, waiting for a laugh that was never going to come.

"Uh........Well, I- Um."

The grin on Winslow's face dissipated and was replaced with a saddening frown; it doesn't take a computer genius to understand when a joke has failed. "It was that bad Huh?"

Kara was quick to try to reassure him "Oh no, no, no, it was- Well..." *Sigh* "Yeah it bad, horrible even. I'm honestly insulted that you subjected my ears to that."

Winn chuckled at her response. "Eh, well sorry. I tried though, thought it was pretty good myself." He played with the straw in his drink absently.

"It was a good attempt! I'll give you a.. 'D' for effort."

He brightened up at that statement, "Ya know what? I'll take it," Grabbing his cup, he raised it in the air. "D's get degrees!" Then he took a long sip from his straw; even though the cup was empty, so it made a hard sucking sound. "I should become a comedian!"

"Yeahhh, no. I'd stick to computers if I were you."

"What are you saying I can't-" Winn suddenly stopped his broken banter and squinted his eyes, looking past Kara to a table behind her. "Hey Kara, check your 180." He said in a low tone.

Noticing her friends caution Kara pushed her chair back and turned her body around to see- Nothing. Nothing too shocking or out of place anyway. All she spied were three occupied tables of people enjoying their food and conversing with each other on their respective seatings. One table has what looks like a student furiously typing away on his computer like he's trying to break the poor thing. On the table behind him, there's another guy, he's a lot bigger; or some might say, thicker. He's just on his phone, grinning like a sailor, either he's watching a funny video or- No, he's texting someone, she could tell from how fast his fingers are going down on the screen.

Still, there's nothing that should cause her upbeat friend to switch to a more serious look. To the big dude's left was a latino barista taking care of her customers. The table she was at had two teenagers who were laughing with each other, Kara couldn't for the life of her understand what they were laughing at, but it's not like it really matters. They couldn't be laughing at the barista, all she was doing was bending down to pick up cubes of sugar that they must've knocked on the floor. She even made sure to stick her ass out and have her body at a perfect 90°; she's wiggling her ass like all females should when they bend forward. The only thing off about that was just how long she's been bending forwards, it looks like those two teens dropped a whole bowl full of sugar cubes. The barista must've been bending there for a while, but she made sure that she was always wiggling her butt.

Kara knows just how hard it is, she dropped a whole stack of papers once while she was at work; she remembered to stick her ass out when she went down to pick them up, that's just second nature to all women. But she forgot to wiggle her cheeks while she was gathering up the papers, everyone in the office paused what they were doing and just stared at her in silence like she was some freak. It was a pretty embracing moment.

She was in the process of turning back around in her seat to Winn, and ask him what he was trying to get her to see when she noticed it. Her face transformed from that of confusion to one of anger and disgust. The large man who was behind the barista wasn't giggling at his phone, he was taking pictures of the barista's ass while she was bending over! It seems like he was sending those pictures to someone, and that's what got him into his fit of laughter. The teens must be in on it too, since while she was bending down, one of them pulled out their phone and started taking pictures right down the poor barista's shirt. She noticed before the barista was wearing a blouse that showed off a hint of her cleavage, but now that she's bending forward those two teens get to see a great deal more than she was initially showing off.

Kara knows a lot of other superheroines that show of their cleavage like it's a trophy for all to see, but she's never been into doing that herself. One could say that she doesn't try since she knows that her chest couldn't compare with her big breasted comrades. But that's not it at all, well; maybe, but Kara considers herself to be more modest. Maybe she's shy, but she just can't understand why people like Powergirl walks around with a massive hole in her top. If she wasn't as fast as a speeding bullet someone would've leaked a picture of her nipples peaking by now out as she flies away.

Seeing guys perve on a poor girl without her even being aware of it just makes her blood boil, and she tries to always be upbeat; it's kinda her thing.

The barista finally stood up with a cup full of dirty sugar cubes, she looked a bit annoyed but still managed a smile as she shook her head a bit and did a small stretch. "Sorry if I were bothering you guys, I just had to clean up this mess before my boss found it."

Both teens held in their laughs and feigned faces of sorrow, the one who was taking pictures down her shirt placed it away from him on the table before she noticed what they were doing. "No we're-" *Cough* "We're the sorry ones, we'll be more careful next time."

"Oh no, it's fine!" She smiled, it looks like she's happy that they owned up to making a mess if only she knew what they were actually doing. "I'll go get you two some more sugar cubes." She said as she began to walk back to the kitchen.

But before she could make it far, there was a *Clash*

The big man who was taking pictures of her ass purposely slapped his plate of food onto the floor. "Oh, shit- I'm so sorry!" He said with the fakest smile since Brie Larson in Captain Marvel, "I, heh- I have a condition, my arms randomly spaz out."

The barista's face softened after hearing his blatant lie, "No, no, it's fine." She swiftly sauntered over to the mess and pulled out a folded towel from one of the pockets in her waistband. Before bending down at a right angle again and began to clean up his mess. "I'll get you another plate, free of charge; I hope your arm is okay."

"Oh its-" *Grunt* "T- thank you," He inconspicuously raised his phone up and began taking pictures down her blouse while she was cleaning up his mess.

The teens behind her began snickering again while they re-equipped their phones and began taking picture after picture; this time without her facing them they were openly making hand gestures, pointing at how she moves her ass side to side, gawking and murmuring about how large and tight her rump was.

This is honestly disgusting, all women stick their butt's out when they bend down; it's just the way life works. The sky is blue, gravity brings things down, and women stick their asses out at a right angle whenever they need to reach below them for something. Most people just live with that fact, and guys- at least the majority of guys who aren't perverts -respect what women have to do and either ignore it or leave them alone. I mean obviously all guys will look, it's in their nature. But don't make it so apparent, it's rude in every sense of the word.

"Perverts, twelve o'clock," Winn said before taking another long slurp from the straw of his empty cup. "Actually, it's six o'clock for you but- No wait." He put his cup down, "It's twelve o'clock for you since you're currently facing them, but if you were to turn around-"

Kara stood up off her chair facing the three perverts,

"Oh, yeah no you go deal with them' ignore what I was saying..." Then he leaned in, placing his arms on the table and whispered. "Are you going to introduce them to Supergirl?"

Kara furrowed her brow towards them and clenched her fist. "No, I'm going to introduce them to Kara Danvers." Then she shook her head and put up a smile that came quite naturally to her.

"Hi there, I'm Kara," She said as she walked up towards the barista, "Can I help you with that?"

The barista looked up from the mess towards her, that's she's almost finished cleaning. "Thanks but no, this is my job heh."

Kara put her hands on her hips and smiled even brighter, "Nah, It's no problem, I insist." She was about to bend down like any proper woman and help out the barista, when she remembered the perverts; who, since she arrived, got extremely quiet. They even put their phones down, she didn't even notice them do that; impressive.

"You know actually." She leaned on the big pervert's table and faced the two teens, "Don't you think you two could at least afford to help out this poor woman?"

Their eyes winded as they looked flabbergasted, "We- umm- uh."

"I mean, she did just clean up a whole bowl of sugar cubes you guys knocked over. The least you guys could do is offer."

The barista stood up at this point to reassure Kara, "It's okay, it really is-"

"You know it's pretty funny." Kara walked over to the teen's table, "You guys asked for an entier bowl of sugar cubes, yet-" She reached for a plastic cup. "The only drinks you two have is sprite!"

"We.. we were planning on ordering tea."

"Oh really?" She leaned on their table facing one of the teens, he started sweating. And she could hear his heartbeat rise with her advanced hearing. "You two don't seem like the tea type to me," She shot her hand out and swiped both of their phones with extream speed. "It's almost like, I don't know- You two had, something else in mind?" And then she crushed both phones with ease, "Ops! I'm sorry accidents happen." She opened her palm and dropped the remains on the table.

"Oh- my God." The barista brought her hands to her mouth and looked at the phone's remains in shock "I- I'm going to have to ask you to leave- You're scaring the customers."

"Huh? What? No, wait. This isn't how this is supposed to turn out." Kara looked back to Winn at their table, and he just shrugged back in return.

He raised his fingers up and spun them around in a circle and whispered: "Hurry it up."

Kara easily picked up his low voice with her ears and nodded her head. "Okay okay, let's cut to the chase." She walked back over to the big guy who had his eyes wide while watching this even go down. She grabbed his phone off the table before he could react and shoved it in his face. "Unlock the phone," then she smiled and added a "Please."

His eyes widened even farther and looked towards the pile of dust that was the remains of the teen's phones. Then he quickly typed in his code, before she did anything to him.

"Thank you!" Kara smiled again and searched through his phone until she found his gallery. Ignoring the images of past women he's perved on, and a blurry shot of Powergirl landing in the middle of the street. "Here." She found the most recent images and handed the phone to the barista. "Check out what mister 'I have a medical condition' was doing while you were bending down like normal.

"-My lord." Was all she said, with her mouth open she looked up towards the big guy. Who now's looking anywhere but towards her.

"And those two guys were doing the exact same thing, it was a team effort." Kara put a hand on the barista's shoulder, "You should tell your manager and figure out what to do with these three. I'll clean up this mess."

The barista nodded her head and ran back towards the kitchen with the guy's phone in hand.

"Not all heroes wear capes!" Winn shouted from their table.

Kara rolled her eyes and picked up the towel the barista was using and bent down straight to clean up the mess. She's confident those perverts are too stared out of their pants to gawk at her ass as she shakes it side to side and up and down like a maraca. And even if they are staring, it doesn't matter. Not like it matters, most women are used to guys staring a bit, but taking pictures it bringing it too far.

Right, when she finished cleaning up the mess, she stood back up; after flicking back her hair, she placed her hands on her hips. About to address the pervy trio when-

*KABOOM*

"So... Let me get this straight," I said while down below Supergirl; my left hand's holding her red skirt wide, while my right caressing her tight, thick, yet not fat, legs.

Side tangent: Seriously, how do women manage to be perfectly thicc? I'm serious, too much thickness, and you're considered fat or obese, too little, and you're a twig. And then there's the perfect middle ground. Yeah, all the women I've come across on this ship have that nice hourglass figure. Yet, Supergirl is just... I don't know!? Her tits aren't that huge, but her ass and legs sure as hell compensate. I assume most people don't notice her ass since it's always covered by a skirt. But dam, she somehow achieved perfect thickness. And I'm honestly jealous, I really need to meet her fitness trainer. At the rate I'm going in a couple years I could be easily mistaken for The Penguin's long-lost stepson!

Side tangent in the side tangent: Is it wrong that I feel like The Penguin would end up being a better father figure than my actual dad ever was? If people ask why I've gone down the path of perverted evildoing Ima blame him; and Mom, for not being one of those oversized stay-at-home mothers. Also Nichole, for just being Nichole. Yep, I'm going to blame everyone else for my actions, I've done it so many times at this point that it's simply second nature.

"Let me get this straight-"

Supergirl stopped applying mascara to her eyelash and placed her hand back down unto the clean metal counter as she looked down to see me sticking a hand up her skirt. "Didn't you already say that?" She says with confusion in her face.

I stopped with my hand mear inches away from her tight blue panties, "Did I? Huh." Bringing my hand back, I then shoved it straight up between both of her muscle bounded ass cheeks; even superheroines with skin as strong as steel must have some sensitive parts, cause I felt her jump a bit as I did so. Dam, her moving her ass even the slightest bit while my hands were in-between her cheek felt nice.

"I sometimes have these moments where I talk to myself," I absently caress her thigh with my free and while I wiggle my other hand between her ass, god; it's so fucking warm! "I don't really know why I do it, but I just like space out. Who knows!" I slap her thigh to emphasize, well, nothing really I just wanted to slap her thigh "Maybe there's someone out there who's reading my thoughts. Anyway, wouldn't you say it's normal for women to massage my hand with their ass when I stick my hand between their butt cheeks?"

Her hips started gyrating before she even responded, "Uh, yeah I would, I think that's common knowledge"

Fuuck this sensation feels better than words can describe, her ass cheeks are so warm and tight, and the small movements are icing on the proverbial cake. I need to remove her panties state to feel the skin on skin action.

I looked towards the mirror to see how she's reacting to my up her ass, people tend to respond when something like that happens. But for once; not my surprise, she was ignoring me while moving her ass around to the pleaser of me, and me alone. Hell, she even started to re-apply her mascara.

If it were anyone else, especially Nichole; I'd purposely ruin her mascara, for no other reason than to be a dick. But for some reason, I just, don't want to mess with her gorgeous face. Though, at the same time, I want to ravish her perfect, pure, innocent smile. I could see myself giving her red bottom lip a nice a small bite after a pleasantly long kiss.

But I'm getting off track again, think, think. What was I doing... I remember saying that it was normal for her to explain to me why exactly she's here. Ya'know cause I just minded my own business in the men's room, when she waltzes in. It doesn't make that much sense why she'd come in here so casually. Also, I'm still a bit beat after beating Zatanna with Lil Billy, or was it Big Bumbis? I'm so out of it I don't even remember. Whatever the name is, I'm the mood for a story, but for the life of me, I don't see the correlation of how her stoping perverts in a cafe, have anything to do with her strolling into the men's room like it's her everyday business.

"Okay I remember what I was on about-" With my hand still between her as I give her thigh a long lick for literally no reason, but unlike when I lick girls faces I don't feel like spitting out in disgust this time. Neat. "I'm sorry I don't know what you and that cafe have to do with you being in the men's room."

Supergirl scrunched up her face in confusion and looked down between her legs towards me. "This isn't the men's-"

"This is supposed to be a Male. Only. Zone."

"But this-"

"You're not supposed to be here!? I'm trying to make sense of things!"

"Well it would make sense if you-"

"What? You think it's normal for men and women to share the same bathroom or something?-"

Supergirl's head shot up, and she blinked blankly towards her reflection for a few seconds.

"-Cause let me tell you, it isn't."

"What are you talking about? It's always been that way?"

"Huh?"

"What's the point of having two bathrooms?" She laughed at that and started working on her face again, "Heh, it would be such a waste of plumbing and water."

"Oh, Shit."