Try to convince her it's for her health

“Do you want to know my opinion?”

Libertygirl blinked rapidly behind her mask, a fog seeming to come over her eyes. Unknowingly, she began to lose the earlier stiffness in her stance, her body conforming to the curves of the couch, the back of her neck resting in Helda’s strong arm.

“Yes.”

“I think you’re dangerously overstressed,” Helda said, her voice smooth as melted chocolate.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Helda said, leaning in closer, turning towards the teen. Her side brushed against Libertygirl’s, her breasts pressing into the superheroine’s arms. Liberty girl glanced down, but did not pull away. “Stress is such a…devastating thing. Pressures, the need to respond, the fear.” Helda leaned closer. “The loneliness.” Helda’s arm pulled Libertygirl closer. “Are you comfortable?”

Libertygirl took a deep breath to steady herself, the perfume washing inside of her like a balm, lifting her onto clouds. “I am…”

“It feels good to talk about things.”

Libertygirl shivered but did not know why at the emphasis Helda put on the word ‘feels’. Yet she did not feel alarm. Only a warm blanketing sensation, as though she were being insulated against all the harmful things from the outside world, wrapped in a pleasant dusky fog.

“It does…”

“Stress can be so damaging. It just builds and builds, straining, pressuring, eroding your will day by day into submission.”

“I can’t stop though…” Libertygirl replied almost petulantly. “I’m a hero.”

“I know you can’t,” Helda breathed. Cool fingers began to run up and down Libertygirl’s exposed legs. “But, there’s ways to…burn off some of that stress.”

“How?”

Helda smiled. “I’ve found that sex is an amazing way to center yourself. Know just who you are and burn away some of the worries plaguing you.”

Libertygirl hesitated, her body flushing so close to the powerful female at her side, and oh Helda’s fingers felt so good against her leg. “I…No. I can’t,” Libertygirl protested, her cheeks rosy with arousal. “My enemies would use them against me.”

“I’m not saying get involved…romantically,” Helda replied, her voice convincing in its assuredness, its power and promises. “It’s therapy. A way to burn off your stress. No strings attached. You never need to take off your mask, tell me a name, tell me anything. You only need to feel.”

A hand stroked the inside of Libertygirl's thigh, almost touching the smooth fabric hiding her warm womanhood before slowly sliding away. Helda’s voice returned in her ear like a whisper of a thought. “Lift those weights from your breast. Only sex. To free yourself. No names, no calls, no fear. Safety, warmth. Only pleasure. Only sex.”

With effort Libertygirl turned away, gripping her knees. “You make it sound so easy…”

Strong hands took her cheeks and turned her face. Their eyes met, her hot cheeks warming against Helda’s cool hands.

“It is.”

Their lips met.