Once they recruiter was out of the house, my parents were talking about my future, my brother was playing video games, and I was in my room, this happened. First, the door to my room closed and Libby adjusted her shirt, leaning against said door as I plopped onto the bed.
“Soooo…”
“Yeah?”
And then she tackled me onto the bed and kissed me.
So, Libby and I had been going out for two years. In those two years, we had kissed, I had gotten to feel her boobs at least fifteen times, and there was one point where we almost did it, but then she remembered that we had no condoms. But then finals week happened and we cooled down and never really got back into the zone…the only thing that had come from that excited time in the backseat of my Dad’s Chevy was that I got a HUGE box of condoms. Like, I never wanted to not have condoms again, so I got this gigantic box of them at SuperMart.
Said box was underneath my bed right now, and it felt like it was further away than it had ever been. Why? Because Libby was kissing me so hard that I was pretty sure that my lungs would explode and my head would implode on itself like a grapefruit getting squished by Stone Badass.
Libby drew away and panted and grabbed at my shirt. “You are so goddamn hot right now.” She purred.
“Really? I feel kinda…hot…yeah…” I blinked as my shirt went up and off. Libby started licking my chest.
Now, Libby wasn’t the sort of girl that would be shy from doing things she didn’t want to do. Hell, she had thrown a can of red paint at Lady Liberty for crying out loud. But I never really expected her to start licking me. I sat up, about to ask what the what was going on.
Then she licked my belly.
Then the part right below my belly.
Then she got the zipper on my jeans between her teeth.
And then I learned the second most important thing about being a super. Yes, with great power comes great responsibility.
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But, and this was one hundred billion times more important to me right about then…being a super got you laid. A lot. [/FONT]
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