by D. R. Rosier
The top of the bottom opaque layer of the dress ended above her breasts, showing just a small hint of cleavage, while the gossamer layer continued up to her neck with a solid dark green collar strap which held the dress up. The dress ended below her knees, and the folds of gossamer and the slit down the skirt of the dress on the sides would show teasing amounts of leg when she walked. She also wore black shoes.
“You are delightfully entrancing tonight, Carol. Truly beautiful.”
Her lips twitched slightly, which was her shy version of a happy grin, so I’d take it. It always struck me as odd, but I suppose it shouldn’t. She was a total bad ass, would risk death for any of us and she fought like a warrior goddess, but she was terribly shy about showing her true self. Death was easy to risk I guessed, compared to baring the vulnerable heart to another.
“I hope you like live Jazz music, slow dancing, and good food?”
She bit her lip, “Sounds wonderful, I haven’t been to one since I moved here last month, but I love it.”
I smiled, mentally thanked Tina for the tip, and Rose for actually finding a good place and making reservations.
“Shall we?”
She nodded, and I realized I’d have to coax her out, she was more talkative during sparring, and by more talkative I mean extremely succinct. She took my arm when I held it out, and she gave me another one of those shy twitching smiles, but her intense dark blue eyes absolutely danced for me. She looked really excited, and that ramped up my excitement, even as it made me less anxious.
I knew her after all, we’d been living in the same building for a month. As first dates went, this one should be relatively smooth, as long as I paid attention, which wouldn’t be hard at all. She was breathlessly captivating.
Of course, unlike the first love of my life, the change in designation was in the hope there’d be two more, she was twenty-two, and legal. Alyssa was the only underage one in the group. So, maybe some wine was in order? Not to get her in bed, I was pretty sure if I’d asked, she’d have gone for it right then. No, the wine would be to loosen her up enough and get her to actually talk to me. I already knew I liked her, who she was, her personality and what she stood for. She wasn’t selfish at all that I could tell, which probably played into that submissive personality. The need to please and protect, and the sexual inclinations Tina talked about.
In short, I already knew I liked her, I admired her, but I wanted to know more, about her likes and dislikes. If I needed to ply her with a few glasses of wine, so be it…
The Jazz restaurant was swanky, dimly lit, and definitely romantic. As soon as we walked in, I sent another mental thank you to Rose for finding the place, and she accepted it in silence, obviously not wanting to distract me on my date with Carol.
The dance floor was in the middle, and slightly recessed into the floor, about two feet lower than the surrounding floor, with a handrail that surrounded it with two entrances on all three sides. The front of restaurant was the hostess, and there was a bar along the left front wall and a labeled private door to the right. Past that between the office and dance floor was a short hallway.
On the left and right sides of the club, between dance floor and the walls, were all the dining tables, most of which would seat two, though a few four-person tables existed as well. The tables were lit up by candles, and the dim light through the club except on the dance floor gave an impression of privacy.
Behind the dance floor, along that back wall, was a large raised dais where the Jazz band actually sat. It was a nice place, and I could practically feel the gorgeous Carol vibrating with excitement next to me. Hell, it was a lot to live up to, she obviously cared about me a lot, and I wanted to live up to that and make her night perfect. She was worth that much, and a hell of a lot more.
They were a little behind, but we were seated within ten minutes of our reservation time. Even better, the waitress immediately offered us the house wine, which I was pleased to say yes to. We ordered light for us, or heavy for a normal human, so we’d be okay for dancing after the meal, and I kept up a diatribe of small talk, peppering it with questions in the hopes of drawing her out.
Not to say I didn’t have a great time from the start because I did, and the look in her intensely beautiful blue eyes told me the date was going very well for her too. She did talk of course, she just gave new meaning to the word brevity when she answered my questions. I’d had to be a bit loquacious, or my questions to show my interest would’ve came off more like an interrogation.
I did learn a few things, that mostly backed up what Tina fed me earlier. She loved dancing, and any music with a good beat for dancing, but only while dancing. Outside of that, she preferred relaxing music, light Jazz, classical, soft rock, just to name a few. She didn’t overly like adventure or science fiction movies, more going for the lighter fare of comedy and romantic comedy titles. She meditated a lot, which might partially explain her amazingly focused personality.
I got the idea that outside of fine dining and dancing, she’d be a cheap date. She did like to relax, when not sparring or doing dangerous superhero work. Beaches, parks, an arboretum, and other things like that.
It wasn’t until the middle of the meal, and our second glass of wine, that she truly started to open up.
I said, “You never did tell me the rest of your powerset, I suppose that’s my fault.”
Her lips twitched, “Maybe, but we haven’t had much opportunity outside of being wired for sound. You have been a little focused on our Witch, but then the same could be said of me, about our Siren. Later tonight? A few people are watching us.”
I wondered how she knew that, since she hadn’t taken her eyes off me all night, and she winked at me and tapped her ear. Huh, apparently she could already read me like a book, and she was paying far more attention to our surroundings than I’d expected, while making eyes at me. I also wondered if she had enhanced senses, that wasn’t a typical thing for supers, save perfect human senses. Generally speaking, supers didn’t need glasses, and things like partial deafness usually disappeared, not even the ones that were mostly still human in ability, like mad scientists, had sense issues.
Point being, I suspected her senses were merely honed, but it was possible they were enhanced.
I smiled, “That sounds fine. I should’ve realized that myself.”
The whole city was kind of focused on us, the ones that liked or hated supers at any rate. We’d been unmasked, and all those fans no longer had a boatload of heroes saving the city to split their attention. I pushed all of that out of my head, not wanting to think about or talk about work, we were there for us.
She cracked a smile, I saw actual teeth that time, “I don’t know, I’m kind of enjoying your focus right now. Plus, women are better at that kind of thing.”
“Splitting focus?”
She nodded, “Yes, or multi-tasking as they call it. Plus, I have certain advantages, it’ll make sense later when we talk about my powerset.”
We paused for a minute as we got back to our plates, neither of us were in a rush, but we didn’t want the food to get cold either, so we went ahead and finished it off.
“Would you like to dance?”
She smiled, “Yes.”
See what I meant, about brevity?
I stood up, and held out my hand, she took it as she got up gracefully, and I had trouble looking away so I didn’t run into anything on our way to the dance floor. It was actually the first time we’d really touched, outside of her slapping me about in training that is, and her warm dry hand felt good in mine. She’d held my arm earlier, but my shirt had sleeves.
My heart started to race, and I felt that first date excitement with a new beautiful woman. That caused my thoughts to stray to Alyssa for a moment, who I loved beyond reason, but there was no guilt there. I just wondered how her date was going, as I pushed her out of my mind and focused on the alluring woman before me.
I took her in my arms, and I loved the feel of her thin wai
st against my hand.
She smiled shyly at me when she put her hands on my body, and it felt good to have them there. The look in her eyes was so intense, and it stirred something in me as I recognized the love there. I didn’t love her yet, but I cared about her, and it all felt a little intense in that moment.
There was a weight to it, a responsibility and evocation of protective feelings, as I saw and felt the truth of how she saw me reflected in her gaze.
She gave off a scent of freesia and lilacs, along with her hauntingly natural feminine scent, which delighted my senses as we moved around the dance floor. Her focus comment was true enough, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her earlier in the multilayered dress, or the beauty of her face and startlingly dark blue eyes, and that singular focus was just intensified with her in my arms.
She was a powerful A-class, with strength, speed, partial invulnerability and could split her body, but in that moment, she was all soft feminine beauty in my arms. Her lissome and flexible body made her a hell of a dancer, and she followed my lead effortlessly as we moved along the floor. Her eyes were wide with delight, desire, trust, and joy, which engendered all of my instincts, both to protect her and to claim her as mine.
In short, the way she moved in my arms, and the way she looked at me, drove me crazy.
The idea of hurting her was absurd, but I did understand Tina’s concern that way. Carol gave herself into my hands that night, totally and completely without reservation. With the emotions in her eyes, her submissive actions, and the way she glowed and flowered under my intent gaze. If I’d been a shallow asshole, it’d been easy to just use her for some amazing crazy sex, and kick her to the curb, but the thought wouldn’t have even occurred to me if it wasn’t for Tina’s threat earlier that day. I’d hurt anyone that even looked at the amazing woman in my arms wrong. She already looked at me with the same trust that Alyssa did, a trust that put an onus of responsible on me by my own emotions and morals, and with Alyssa I’d had to fight for that look, for a while.
Which… explained Tina’s threat to start with. She was already mine, I just wasn’t quite hers, not yet anyway, but I didn’t think it would be hard to get there. She already had me mesmerized, it wouldn’t be hard to fall for such a sweet beauty, and despite her horribly violent fighting style, she was that.
Her body was so responsive to my guidance, and the smallest pressure of my hands as I led her through the steps, even when I deviated from the expected basic dance moves, she never missed a step. She was putty in my arms and didn’t fight my lead at all. She was beyond mesmerizing, and so compellingly intense that we were in our own little world as she sucked me in.
A supervillain could’ve robbed the place just then, and I doubt I’d have noticed.
I wanted to pull her close and kiss her, her full lips were slightly parted, and her eyes hooded with barely repressed desire as the song ended and our dancing stopped for a moment, but I rejected that. She was painfully shy, our first kiss, or probably any, wouldn’t be happening in public.
“You’re an amazing dancer.”
She blushed lightly, though it was hard to tell with her creamy dark tanned skin.
“Thanks, your firm and sure lead made it easy.”
We went back to staring into one another’s eyes, as the band started the next song, and we moved together once more.
It was still relatively early when we arrived back in the building, maybe a little before ten. My heart pounded with excitement, amazement, and despite the surety in her eyes there was even a little anxiety. I still hadn’t kissed her after all, and this was our first date, no matter how much she appeared to already be mine and the point of this date in the larger scheme, that small doubt was natural. It was also a good thing, exciting, and my nerves were on fire at the thought of getting this amazing woman alone.
I asked, “Join me in my apartment?” that came out mostly strong, with just enough doubt so she knew it wasn’t an order.
Her lips twitched, “I’d love to, Daniel,” she said with desirous surrender in her eyes.
My center stirred, but then I’d been walking around half hard for most of the night.
I opened up my door, which felt like an annoyingly long process as it processed my fingerprint and retinal scan. Then gently led her inside, and shut the door once we were both in. I turned, and I claimed her other hand as I looked into her eyes and stepped closer.
Her breath caught at the look in my eyes, as our bodies lightly touched.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I said firmly. I’d waited long enough, the woman had driven me crazy all night long, the way she looked at me and felt in my arms.
She licked her lips subconsciously, as she tilted her head up for me in a way that made my cock twitch.
I bent my head down slowly, not tentatively, more inexorably, but slowly enough that she could abort if she wished to. Then we kissed, as our lips lightly brushed together, hers was like the softest satin against mine, warm, and supple as her full lips conformed to mine.
I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped my mouth, as her hands rubbed my stomach and up on my chest, and then pushed into my body, and she let out a sweet sexy sigh of pleasure that went straight to my libido. One hand reached up to caress her face, while the other moved around her waist and to the small of her back.
She squeaked when I pulled her tightly against me, and tensed briefly in surprise, but then melted against me willingly and submissively as she moaned sexily into my mouth. Her hands dug into my chest further, and she ran them up and over my shoulders, and around my neck, as her body conformed to mine.
When she felt my hardening cock, her whole body rubbed up against mine subtly in approval, and a sweet sound of need escaped her lips.
The intensity of our kiss at that point, turned explosive. It took me by surprise, the lust and need for her I felt was overwhelming in that moment, as my cock surged to full rigidity against her soft stomach through our clothes.
Her return kiss was aggressively submissive, as she mewled in desire, and opened her mouth to allow my tongue entrance. Our tongues danced, and as soon as I reached for her dress’s straps, she moved her hands down to unbutton my shirt. Even then, wanting me so badly, she was waiting for my signal on what to do next, and my cock jumped and strained against her body.
Screw it, I broke the kiss and moved back a little, but not enough that I took my hands off of her. Removing clothes could be fun, seductive, and foreplay, but our passion was so inflamed that I… we, simply didn’t want to wait.
“Clothes off,” I ordered firmly.
She shivered at my tone, and her eyes widened with lust and a submissiveness that blew my mind. A moment later, my amulet and her locket were absorbing our clothes, and she stood before me naked. Her lithe and flexible body was so much sexier than even my imagination provided, despite her skin-tight super suit, it’d been thick enough to obscure the finer details.
First, her tits were bigger than I’d thought, the suit must’ve compressed them. Still a generous B, or maybe a small C. They stood up proudly, and were rounded and slightly long, slightly torpedo shaped in appearance, and her dark nipples were already straining for me. Her waist was mouthwatering, her hips petite, and she was mostly shaved below, with just a tuft of hair right above her petite mound. Her toned sexy legs seemed to go on forever.
I took all that in for a split second, before our bodies crashed back together, and our hungrily passionate kiss continued. My hands roamed her body greedily, firmly, and I squeezed her nubile flesh with my fingers often.
This wasn’t playing out how I’d imagined it, or how I’d planned my seduction, I was lost in her in that moment, and I needed to have her. I broke the kiss reluctantly, and I kissed down to her neck and over to her ear.
“I’m going to take you now, Carol,” I dropped the whispered promise into her ear.
She trembled slightly, and gasped as she bent her neck further for me, and encouragingly gave me a full bod
y grind that left no doubts in my mind what she wanted. She was as on fire as I was, and she needed me to take her.
“Please,” she whispered.
I picked her up, and her arms tightened around my neck as her legs wrapped around my middle. I carried her towards the bedroom, and I made her whimper in need as I nipped her neck.
“Please what?” I asked.
She said in breathy softness, “Take me, make me yours. I’m already yours, and I need it.”
Fuck. My cock twitched against her heat, and she sighed in pleasure as she ground her heat against it. She was moist for me already, I wasn’t too surprised, we’d already had plenty of foreplay, with our bodies on the dance floor earlier that night, and my hands caressing her sides, face, neck, and arms.
I wanted to eat her first, but that would have to wait, my mind had already been clouded by lustful need, the need to claim her, to join our bodies and take her as mine, but after what she said it was even more intense. I didn’t think she wanted me to take my time either, not this first time.
The amount of chemistry and tension between us was mind-boggling to me, I truly couldn’t stop myself at that point, once she’d given me the green light. I suspected that deep attraction and sexual tension between us was there all along. I’d just suppressed my strong attraction to Carol, underneath the love and faithfulness to Alyssa who I would’ve stayed true too. That was still true, I was being faithful to Alyssa, as she was to me. This wasn’t cheating, for either of us on that night. It was bringing others into our union, not a tawdry swap of lovers for empty and meaningless sex with strangers for a cheap thrill, but a loving and hopeful act to enrich our lives and love even further.
