Adventures of Superguy

August 14, 2010 - Honolulu, HI

Waikiki Beach

03:18:14 HST

Connor strolled along the white sands of Waikiki Beach, barefoot and with his jeans rolled up to his knees, letting the warm sand filter between his toes. His red sneakers were tied together and thrown over one shoulder as he wandered at will, surrounded by tourists enjoying their summer holiday in paradise. 

“Hey handsome!” Shouted a curvy woman lounging in a folding chair, and he just waved and laughed at her further catcalls as he trudged away.

That kept happening, and it felt weird. Not bad, but he thought it probably should. Nobody had ever catcalled him before he came here, so he found it flattering. In the back of his mind was the notion that it shouldn’t, that it should make him angry, but he couldn’t bring himself to get angry about it. Most of the women and girls doing it were actually pretty attractive.

Apollo wouldn’t put up with it, he reflected.

He and the archer were seemingly coming to some understanding after how their initial meeting had gone. Connor still wasn’t sure what the guy’s deal was, and who he was ‘supposed’ to be. 

He could be an original character. Or he could be this world’s version of Red Arrow. I’m leaning toward Red Arrow; something is up with him and Cheshire. That would make sense.

It was clear that his comic and cartoon trivia knowledge wasn’t the end all be all here. He kept meeting characters like Mister Twister or Yarrow that he didn’t know, but he wasn’t sure if that was due to the limits of his reading and recall or because they were new. Even the concept that the very real people around him were all operating on some script he had knowledge of terrified him. The more he thought about it, the more disquieted he was by it. He was glad he had chosen to tell the little white lie back at Cadmus.

How would they react, once they understood? Would it be ‘no big deal, the Multiverse is crazy like that’? Or would it give anybody who believed me an existential crisis and turn them into the Joker?

That thought gave him a shiver, even in the balmy tropical weather with the sun shining down.

…Does the clown know?

He shuddered at the implications, and shook his head as he trudged off the beach and towards a line of food trucks serving hungry beach goers. After a brief wait in line, he sat on the sand and watched the surfers riding the waves, marveling at their alacrity while he ate a cone of vanilla soft serve ice cream and fought to think of something else.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Connor looked up at the sudden presence of Rikki shading him, blinking in surprise. He chuckled, dismissing his own surprise and shaking his head. 

Of course she can sneak up on me. I have to work on that…

“They’re not worth that much. Just stuck in my own head. I thought you went back with everyone else?” He asked, looking her up and down.

Rikki was also in civilian clothes, though her current outfit caught his attention; cut off jean shorts, a red tank top, green thong sandals and a partially open yellow Hawaiian shirt with colorful birds on it. She was still wearing her shades, of course. Her toned legs went all the way up as his gaze traveled north, and by the sparkle in her eyes as he got back to her face, she had noticed.

“I did but I had to take care of some things back in Gotham. I came back to the Cave after that and you still weren’t back so I came looking for you. Your phone is off.” She said with a measured look.

“Ah, right.” He said, lamely. “Turned it off hours ago. I wanted to disconnect. Sorry.”

More like I didn't want anyone injecting themselves into my talk with Captain Atom. Protocol, protocol.

“Protocol says you have to be reachable, you know. If you’re not going to be, you need to let someone know first. Otherwise we’ll think you got kidnapped or worse.” 

Connor’s jaw clicked shut as he froze, afraid she had read his mind. But she was just looking at him with concern, and he looked away.

“Yeah.” He said after a moment. “I remember. Just… not used to having to live by those kinds of protocols. Gotta work on that.”

“Make sure you do. And your ice cream is melting.”

“Wha- shit!” He exclaimed just as he saw the melting peak of his soft serve collapse over the side of the cone and splatter into the sand, leaving a trail of its ruination along his hand. 

Rikki laughed at his consternation as he shook his hand, sending droplets of melted ice cream onto the sand. She glanced over her shoulder at the ice cream truck he had gotten his cone from, and inclined her head.

“Come on, I’ll buy you another. I could go for a chocolate chip right now.”

********

They strolled along the beach towards a boardwalk, piers piled up on the sand and encrusted with barnacles and algae, quietly enjoying their ice cream and quiet companionship. 

Until Rikki broke the silence and asked the dreaded question.

“So, how are you?”

Connor sagged, even as he ate the ice cream. It didn’t seem right to have such weighty thoughts on so beautiful a day, nor with such excellent ice cream.

“I’m fine.” He said grumpily.

“Your injury is fine, or you’re fine?” Rikki probed, glancing at him over her cone of chocolate chip. Her tongue took a long lick from the broad base to the curling tip, moving slowly, and his breath caught as he watched. She took the gathered cream onto the tip of her tongue and swallowed with exaggerated slowness, and her eyes twinkled as they met his. He swallowed, audibly.

“I’m fine. Cut’s fine, already closed up. You were right, a couple hours in the sun and I’m right as rain.”

Wouldn’t that have been nice to have before…

“And the other thing?” Rikki asked, not looking up from her own melting cone this time.

Connor sighed, and took another bite of his ice cream before answering.

“I’m fine. I meant what I said to Captain Atom. I know its not my fault, and even if it was, Yarrow had it coming. But…” He said, faltering.

“But?”

“I know I panicked in the moment.” He admitted, voice growing small. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Its ok to be bothered by it, Connor. You watched a woman die in front of you. Its good that you wanted to help, those are good instincts. Freezing up is the worst, that’s what people need to be trained to break.” She assured him, her voice ringing in his ears with the confidence of experience. 

“I know you’re right. Its just… weird. Like, I feel like I should feel bad for Yarrow? But I don’t. And that seems wrong, ethically. But in my heart I just feel like she got her just desserts. I’d rather it hadn’t happened, and that A- Adams, got real justice.” He replied, catching himself. He gave Rikki a sidelong glance to see if she had noticed his slip, but she was just continuing to listen with a quiet intensity.

“That’s normal, too. People aren’t supposed to get shot and die in front of us. It should bother you. But you would still prefer it hadn’t happened like that, which is also good. Its easy to get jaded in this work, and think its better when the bad guy is done for. They can’t break out of prison or hurt anyone anymore. But that’s a dangerous way to think. We have to always work to preserve life. Adams’ family doesn’t really get justice now; they know the truth but Yarrow is just dead, and won’t really pay for all she did.” Rikki replied, and he could feel the passion in her words. 

“You won’t get any arguments from me. I agree. Its just a big adjustment. I’ve seen people die, in the hospital. Sometimes it was a surprise, or a shock. But never like that, and never something I had a hand in.” He said after a moment of contemplation.

“I’m here to talk if you want to. It usually helps.” Rikki said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. But I’m good for now. Today has really helped processing it all.”

“That’s good. Sometimes you have to get away from it all. I also wanted to thank you.” She said, looking away from him.

Curious, he stared at her.

“For what?”

“For saving my life, dummy.” She said, with a punch in the arm he acknowledged with an exaggerated wince. Rikki laughed at his playing hurt.

“Oh, well that was nothing. You’d do the same for me.” He said sheepishly.

“Of course, and I’m sure I will. I just wanted to make sure you were ok after that mission; it got very serious, very fast. Bodies dropping, you getting hurt, Yarrow dying. It was a lot.” 

Connor laughed as she trailed off.

“Not to mention you casually telling Walli and I about the multiple times you’ve been shot.” He said with a forced chuckle before turning serious. “I think that’s what tripped my burst of super speed. I was so afraid for you, watching the gun fire and bullets flying. Everything slowed down and I still barely got there in time.” He finished, looking at her soberly.

Rikki met his gaze unflinchingly and shrugged.

“Its part of the job. If its any consolation, those were probably center mass and my armor can stop anything short of a straight shot from a rifle.” She said with breezy confidence, but he heard the stutter of her heart.

The flutter of fear.

He swallowed, considering his words carefully.

“I know this is what you do, and what you’re trained for. But-”

“Save it.” Rikki said, holding a hand up. “I know this is dangerous, Connor. I’ve known it for longer than I’ve known you. But what we do is important, and its what I’ve dedicated my life to. I might die doing it, but that’s my choice. To stop people like Yarrow from doing things like that to people like Adams, and her family.” She stated, looking straight ahead and not meeting his gaze, but he felt the fire in her words. Knowing her origin, he knew where it came from. He bit back his words and lowered his head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I don’t know what I meant. I just want you to be safe.” Conor concluded, wrestling with his words and emotions.

Rikki turned back to look at him finally, a mischievous smile on her face.

“Well, then you’ll have to keep me safe then. Because I’m going to be swinging into action every time.”

“I’ll try.”

“You’ll try? Dang, good thing I have my armor then.” She said, chuckling.

He laughed at the absurdity of her bravado and their levity returned after the heavy topic.

“But I also like to do something fun after a close call like that. Something to remind me I’m alive. It's best not to wallow in it.” Rikki declared, her eyes twinkling behind her shades again.

“Something fun? Does this count?” He said, holding up the ice cream and gesturing around to demonstrate.

“Could be, but I generally prefer something more exciting than ice cream. What about you, got anything fun you like to do to remind yourself you’re alive?” She inquired, taking another unnecessarily long lick of her chocolate chip ice cream. Her grin only widened as she saw his clear interest the whole time, and she dragged the lick out once more.

“Well, there is one thing I like to do. Really completes me, and makes me feel alive.” Connor answered, heat rising in his face.

“Oh? Do tell…”

********

Rikki leaned back against the timber pier, one arm around Connor’s neck and her legs locked around his waist as their lips mashed together in a messy kiss. She moaned into his mouth as she worked her hips to grind herself against him, and he answered with a hungry growl. She broke the kiss and giggled at his animalistic need, one hand outstretched with her rapidly melting ice cream cone still in it. Connor supported her hips with one hand while the other thrust under her shirt and pawed at her breasts. They were both flush as they canoodled in the shadows beneath the pier, theoretically out of view of anyone else. The crashing of the waves and the cry of the gulls was the only background music to their rendezvous.

Frustrated in his attempts to cop a feel, Connor slipped his wandering hand out and hurriedly unbuttoned her yellow Hawaiian shirt and let it fall to her elbows, leaving Rikki in just her cut off jeans and red spaghetti strap top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, he noted with some relief and excitement. He met her eyes, and they twinkled with mischief as she flung off the shirt with one hand and transferred her ice cream cone to the opposite hand, taking the time for another sensuous lick of her creamy treat while staring into his eyes. 

But Connor’s gaze was locked to her mouth as she took the lick and his eyes traveled south down her neck to her chest, glistening with sweat in the afternoon warmth. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, and he could hear her heart thrashing in excitement. Her lower half writhed against him, and he could feel the heat from her groin against his own. His jeans had become unbearably tight from the friction and excitement. She was a vision, lithe and toned, sensuously wriggling in his grasp.

Rikki smiled broadly, enjoying the effect she was having on him, and giggled enchantingly as he pulled the hem of her top out of her jeans and rolled it up past her well sculpted abs and over the twin mounds of her pert breasts. She undulated her core to help him, and he saw all her abdominal muscles stand out as she did so. The sight froze him in wonder, and she did it again just to see his reaction. When he looked back up at her face, she was grinning like a cat and taking another lick of ice cream before deliberately letting several dark drops of ice cream drip across her breasts and stomach. They stood out in stark contrast against her pale, gleaming skin and pink aureolas.

“Oops. I made a mess. If only some nice boy could help clean me up…” She teased, and Connor immediately grasped the game. He locked eyes with her as he lowered his mouth to the top of her chest and licked up the highest dollop first. As soon as he saw the lust smouldering in his eyes, he grinned while he swallowed, knowing he had found a winning technique.

I know in porn they always have the girl look into the camera while she’s blowing the guy, like she’s staring into your eyes. It totally works the other way!

 Rikki’s eyes bore into his with laser focused lust as he moved to the next drop, taking his time to taste the salty skin around the drop before closing his mouth over it and strongly sucking it up. She gasped as he left a hickie there, her ice cream momentarily forgotten as it began to drip down her hand. 

The next drop was on her right breast, near her nipple and was already starting to drip further down. Maintaining eye contact, he brought his tongue to the underside of her breast and licked up the trail of chocolate, gathering it on his tongue to show her before swallowing slowly. Rikki’s breath hitched and ground her crotch against him even more fiercely, a low whine issuing from deep in her throat. Smiling devilishly, Connor continued south and began licking up the trails of dripping ice cream that had turned the valleys of her abs into dark and sticky gutters. The sweetness of the chocolate and the saltiness of her sweat was ambrosia on his tongue, made all the better by the feverish look in Rikki’s eyes over the mountain tops of her firm breasts.

As he reached the top of her jeans, he had shifted her higher up as he bent over, but grinned wickedly as he got an idea. He pulled back, causing her to whine in need as she humped her groin at him desperately, but he simply gripped her by the waist in both hands and lifted her over his head as she squeaked in alarm. Bringing her groin even with his head, he sat her firm thighs on his shoulders, and with one hand, unbuttoned her shorts. She immediately realized what he was doing, and scrambled to assist, working her jeans and thong underwear (black, he noted) off her waist, up and over his head, and down her legs as she kicked them away, her sandals joining them somewhere behind the two lovers. 

Now she was laid bare before him, and he drank in the sight of her flushed nudity. She dropped the ice cream cone to the sand in a mad rush to tear her top off as well, and now she sat on his shoulders with her dripping cunt right in front of his face. A few drips of ice cream had infiltrated the front of her shorts and panties, and added to the sodden mess that was her trim bush and gushing pussy. He looked up one last time to meet her gaze and saw the desperate yearning there, smiled, and dove in.

Rikki howled as he assaulted her pussy with his tongue, his nose buried in her bush as his tongue lapped every drop of her nectar. He could taste just a hint of chocolate in the heady musk of her loins. Her toned thighs gripped his head like he was a bronco she was afraid would buck her off. She was still leaning against the timber pier, except now she was six feet in the air as he effortlessly supported her. Her hands were running wildly though his hair as she moaned and cried out.

“Oh goddess… you’re getting sooo good at this! Right there!” She cried out, and he grinned into her gash as he complied with her instruction, eliciting a guttural moan. His tongue slipped inside of her and he started licking her just as she had done to her ice cream cone earlier. Long, sensuous licks from bottom to top, and she moaned her appreciation as she gently humped at his face. His hands each gripped one of the perfect globes of her toned ass, and he marveled at their squishy firmness even as he brought her to a howling orgasm.

Rikki’s back arched as her lower body trembled against him, her thighs gripping him for all they were worth as her ankles hooked behind his shoulders. She took a shuddering breath, falling forward, sweat slicking her skin as she recovered. She startled when he lifted her up off his shoulders and lowered her back down to bring their faces together. Her eyes were half lidded and foggy with lust as he leaned in for another kiss. This revived her and she returned his passion. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and this let him use a hand to open his belt and unzip himself.

She moaned in surprise when his hardness sprang out, hard as steel and at full mast, right against the entrance of her dripping pussy. Rikki moaned something into his mouth that he couldn’t process, as his own need was overpowering. He lined himself up and dropped Rikki down onto his shaft, and she trilled a higher pitch moan as he bottomed out. Connor grunted with barely restrained lust as sheathed himself into her exquisite depths. She was so tight and absolutely gushing, he could feel his pants getting soaked with her ardor but didn’t care.

All his thoughts turned to thrusting deeper and deeper into that warm, inviting hole and becoming one with her. 

So he did.

Rikki gasped at his first thrust, and gasped again and again as he started bouncing her up and down on his cock. This was totally unlike their first tryst in the Batmobile, where she had been in control and riding him with alacrity. Now she had completely surrendered to him, letting him manhandle her. Clearly, she was enjoying it, as was he. He gripped her perfect ass with both hands and raised and slammed her down onto his cock, thrusting up to meet her with a meaty slap each time. Their lips remained locked as their tongues wrestled, saliva dripping down as it escaped. 

They were locked in a heated, frenzied, sloppy rutting session that was proving brain meltingly pleasurable to both of them. Connor grunted with every thrust and Rikki answered him with a moan each time he bottomed out inside of her. He swore he could feel her pussy inner walls gripping him like a wet glove each time he thrust, and he was intoxicated by the sensation. He couldn’t get enough of it and thrust himself back into her desperately each stroke to feel more of it. 

Connor felt all his thoughts and cares melt away as he focused just on this moment, this girl, and the indescribable feelings from their union. He wanted it to last forever, but he felt the rising need at his root and knew it couldn’t. He wanted them to cum together, so he picked up the pace and thrust faster and faster, jackhammering her down on his cock. She began a low scream that built as his pace increased, and he could feel her desperately fucking him back as she approached her own orgasm again. This only spurred him on, and he had to take a conscious effort to restrain himself from using his strength as he fucked her as hard and fast as he dared. 

A moment before he knew his orgasm would arrive, RIkki screamed again into his mouth and he felt her pussy spasm, which set him off prematurely. He answered her howl with his own as he erupted inside of her, a volcano of pleasure firing off into her depths. Blasting rope after rope into her drenched cavern, he hugged her against him as he bottomed out and fired away. He took a shuddering breath of his own as he finished, while Rikki hung limply on him, still spasming below as they both reached their denouement. 

They were both a sweaty, sticky mess and stuck together in more than one place as the fog of lust began to clear and they caught their breaths. Rikki leaned her head against his, forehead to forehead to forehead, as they both came back to themselves. 

“Feel… alive… yet?” She asked, between gasps for air.

Connor chuckled long and hard, before glancing down at himself and around for Rikki’s clothes.

“Very much so. But, eh, we’re gonna have to make a beeline back to the Zeta-Tube. We’re kind of a mess…”

“Worth… it… oww…”

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