Liberty Girl reluctantly goes with Helda.

On the cusp of refusing, Liberty Girl paused and recalled an important fact. As one might imagine, being a young woman, not to mention a student, Liberty Girl did not have exactly an excess of funds. The nature of her superheroing meant any extra money went to supplying her with the most essential equipment and repairs. Unsurprisingly, a thematic vehicle had been somewhat low on her agenda. An image of the ‘Liberty Mobile’ rose in her mind, and the thought of being **** to follow this woman in the ancient sedan curtailed any reply other than a stiff, “That will be fine.”

Smiling, Helda nodded and lead the way out of the office. As they passed, the secretary once again ogled the passing girl in her skin tight outfit, casting an envious look at her employer as the two women made their way outside.

Missing the rush for the day, the parking lot was largely empty of vehicles, and completely deserted of their drivers. No, Liberty Girl thought as they approached a sleek roofless car, all curves and scarlet with sharp white stripes. Surely a teacher couldn’t afford something like that?

“Like it?’ Helda asked. She twirled, pushing her ass an inch up onto the trunk, her skirt riding up several tantalizing inches.

Swiftly composing her face lest it betray anything, Liberty Girl replied with an indifferent, “That’s not important.” She glanced over the car once more, asking herself just how a teacher could afford such a vehicle. Suspicion rose once more.

Helda merely laughed and slid into the driver’s seat, affording her an exquisite view of the superheroines curvy rear as Liberty Girl stepped into the passenger side. Her cock twitched at the thought of those creamy cheeks spread against her pelvis as she rammed home inside the young heroine. In good time, Helda chanted as she started the car, feeling the rumble of the engine as it purred to life beneath her expert hand. In good time.

Pulling out of the parking lot, they were soon on the road.

Wind whipped by them, the smooth sensation of speed filling both women. Helda reveled in the intoxicating feeling while Liberty Girl felt her chest tighten slightly with tension, a sensation growing more acute when she noticed how Helda leaned casually back with a sole hand upon the wheel. Every nerve seemed more alive at the tension she felt but dared only attribute to the speed of the car. She bit back a complaint, determined not to show weakness.

“You’re very tense,” Helda noted.

“I’m sorry?”

“Tense.” Helda casually flicked several errant hairs from her face. “You should relax more. It’s not healthy to be so repressed all the time. Did you know? Stress is a major cause of illness among women your age. And I imagine you have a few more things to worry about than most teens.”

Liberty Girl pricked up her ears. Could this by chance illuminate something about Melissa’s own illness? “I have to be tense,” she replied carefully. “Being a superhero is dangerous work. A lapse could mean injury or worse.”

Helda nodded easily. “I understand completely. However, there’s something to be said for being wary. Another for never relaxing. I’ve seen many girls just like you in my job.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
“It’s true,” Helda assured her with confidence. “Always tense, afraid. About school work. Grades. Jobs. Boys. Girls. Work. Family. Every girl needs some way of burning off their stress.”

Liberty Girl ground her teeth at the way Helda danced about the issue, keeping it tantalizingly out of sight without even seeming to. “And you helped Melissa as well?”

Helda smiled that singularly cryptic way. “I know a few ways to help girls like her get in touch with their feminine side.”

A narrowing of the eyes met that. “Pardon?”

“Girls these days are so prudish,” Helda continued with a deep smile, her tone analytic and one of experience. “So many of them reject their inner selves and embrace a perception they feel they need to fulfill. A role, to be the good little girl. Be strong. Be relied on. Never stepping out of it, or they’re afraid they betrayed themselves. But you can’t be the good girl all the time. Sometimes it feels nice to just…let go. To be a woman, to be loved for your body. And at times,” Helda mused airily, “they need some help to do so.”

“What are you talking about?” Liberty Girl demanded suspiciously.

“Hm?” Helda glanced at Liberty Girl as though only just recalling she were there. “Oh, I’m sorry. Really. I was only thinking about something.”

“What?”

“Well…I was simply wondering why you superheroines always go for such revealing costumes. It seems to me there me a sense of exhibitionism prevalent throughout the whole community. But no one ever mentions it.”

Liberty Girl rocked in her seat. Cheeks flushing bright red, she sputtered, “W-What!“

“The idea,” Helda continued as though the other woman had not spoken. “The idea that everyone who sees them is imagining them naked. Imagining putting their hands on those powerful bodies, holding them, stroking them, bringing out those yearning cries. Superheroes are practically made for the sexual ideal.”

Gripping the seat tightly, the red faced superheroine snapped, “This is completely inappropriate! I-“

Helda suddenly laughed again. Wiping away some tears of amusement, the statuesque woman smiled merrily at the dumbfounded superheroine. “I’m so sorry, that was rude of me. I’m afraid that some of the boys have been very explicit in their fantasies when they discuss stress. And having so many attractive superheroes in the city has given them ample food for thought. Particularly about you, Liberty Girl.”

“Me?”

“You,” Helda confirmed. Eyes suddenly twinkling with amusement, Helda turned back to the road. “Although, it seems you’ve hit it off with the girls more than boys. They have some very vivid imaginations I must say. Particularly about how your pussy might taste and if they could top you. Some told me they finger themselves to those fantasies four times a day. Imagine that!”

Pressing back against the seat, Liberty Girl glowered. Helda was clearly trying to get under her skin.

Did they really?

The thought intruded despite her best efforts. Images of all those high school and college aged boys and girls, locked in stalls or lying in bed, hand about cocks and fingers plunging into leaking cunnies, imagining her with them, beneath them, fucking, licking her into submission. Their slim, muscular bodies writhing in private passion. Moans of delight and want filling the air. Her name upon their lips as they came heavily at last and lay, breathless, upon the now soiled sheets.

Liberty Girl licked her lips which had grown suddenly dry. Feeling flush, she loosened her collar and shifted uncomfortably at the tingling within her inner core. Helda watched all of this with eyes alight with interest. Those rosy cheeks, short breath, and oh goodness, the girl’s nipples were even starting to peak under her uniform. Helda grinned at the reaction, her own proudly tenting her tight black shirt while her cock strained at its bindings.