"So, where is she?" he hissed. The female companion's head spun round at that, her neatly cropped hair flying wildly as she did.
"I don't know!" she shouted, exasperated and trying to keep calm. She couldn't search for her if she was being badgered like this. And it was difficult enough as it was trying to hunt this "Latest Acquisition" down as it was....
"Do you know what her name is yet?" her superior asked, almost sneering as he did. She gave him a cold stare. She didn't have a clue yet, but she was so annoyed Elaine decided to lie- anything to shut the little pain up.
"When dressed for her vigilante stunts, she calls herself Black," Elaine hesitantly answered. Heaccepted it with a mere shrug.
"As good a name for her as any... So, why can't you find her?"
"I wish I knew. When we first met her an hour ago, she was blasting me with some strange interference- even when the psychic net was around her- like..." her words faltered as she tried to put to words something as obscure to describe as a dream. She was still trying to believe that despite the most advanced psychic trapping technology the project had, Black had managed to use her powers to fight off anyone who tried to restrain her. And as soon as they withdrew to try again, she suddenly leapt up and over a twelve foot wall with great ease......
"Like what? Are her paranormal powers artificial?"
"No- they're natural alright... I don't know, maybe it was an aura of some kind... but it's the weirdest one I've ever seen, if that's the answer... like she's generating energy or something..." Elaine gave up trying to describe Black's strange nature, which was a total mystery to her. What worried her was that she was the best telepath and "Mind Hunter" available within the Project and Black was eluding her somehow....
Her superior, clearly losing patience, clenched his fist as he restrained himself from hitting something. A small trace of Black's spiritual energy appeared to Elaine in front of her. She paused a moment to confirm what she was sensing, and then gripped the arm of her superior.
"She's hiding round the corner at the end of the street- it's getting fainter... She's running away from us!"
"All units, all units, confirmed presence of target in grid nine, going in pursuit. Request back-up. I repeat..."
Black giggled softly as she saw her pursuers running away from her. She had been watching them from her rooftop viewpoint for the best part of an hour, using her abilities to "mask " any life-force she was emitting to avoid detection. She would have escaped by now if it was not for the fact that the Project clearly were after her at any cost. Since she had appeared at nights to put her strange abilities to good use, Black had never come in contact with this "Project" or heard of it's existence... and the fact that she had stumped them as to her paranormal nature had interested her. Even after half a year of learning, she still was discovering new things about her altered state herself, and one reason why she had stayed behind was that maybe they would know something that could help her.
As soon as they had gone round the corner, still following the projection of herself she had created, she clambered to the front of the house, expertly moving to a point where there was a street lamp. Carefully, Black made sure that the lamp-post was a little to her left. Gracefully her legs threw her body forward, her leap in the air much further than any average person- and indeed most people in general- and with practiced skill she caught the extended bar of the street light, and swung her way to the pole, and then neatly slid down to the pavement.
She could have just jumped down with little harm, but with the project nearby, she couldn't risk even a small injury. She had to be at her peak to escape them. She ran as fast as she could, and then suddenly switching to "enhanced speed," accelerating her to speeds of a cheetah. A couple of minutes later she was at the alleyway where she had hidden her clothes. Despite her heaving chest and burning thighs, she quickly slid on her blue denim jeans, the waist fitting snugly around her wide hips, and put on the white Sweater Shop top on, feeling the garment slightly around her small, ball-like breasts, which totally masking her black costume. Quickly Black took off the balaclava, and then shook her curly brunette hair free. After putting on her jacket, the faded blue of the jacket's denim contrasting with her new jeans, she slipped her gloves off and shoved them in her pocket. After her transformation, Black casually walked out of the alleyway. She continued to walk calmly down the street to home.
As she turned the corner to where the entrance to Queen Victoria's Park was, she was suddenly surrounded by three men and a woman.
All three men towered over her with their nearly six foot height, and like the woman, they were wearing smart black clothes, the men black suits with white shirts and black ties, the woman, a black jumpsuit which fitted snugly around her curvy, well endowed body. The men looked like they were at the peak of fitness as well.... though if it came to it, she could still get away from them with ease. The woman stepped closer to her.
"Those little stunts you pulled were most impressive Miss Black, as well as eluding those humans that were after you... I think with a few modifications you'll suit our needs perfectly," the woman said, her voice more than menacing. Black gulped- they were not from the Project, and they seem to be even more serious than the Project in getting her. As the men edged closer to her, Black suddenly leapt upwards in a blur, and several feet over her opponent's heads, somersaulting before landing perfectly on her feet. With no time for them to react, she started to sprint away, kicking into enhanced as soon as she started to run. In a couple of seconds she was reaching the exit on the other side of the park, only to see another burly man in a black suit blocking the exit. She continued regardless. As soon as she was at the exit, she started to jump several feet upwards, only to see- to her shocked horror- the man leap up parallel to catch her. She felt the shockwaves jarring her body as she neatly collided with the stranger. He landed on his feet and threw her onto the floor. As Black looked up, she realised that he had been unaffected, and that he was one of the men she had just escaped from.
Black was fighting down panic as she realised that they had powers in excess of hers, and that she would have to think smart and fast to survive. The woman had referred the Project personnel as "those humans." That meant they had to be alien, but why were they after her? She leapt to her feet in the blinkof a human eye as the other comrades appeared, as fast as she had run, and unlike her, not out of breath.
"What are you doing on Earth?" Black hissed, barely able to hide her fear. The woman looked down at her.
"After someone like you to remove a pest," she replied. Her jet-black hair was tied into a tight bun, giving the alien a savage beauty. Black noticed again how they towered over her five foot two body, including the woman, who was a good couple or so inches taller. It was this moment that Black saw the woman reach out to grab her. She compensated, and with her supernatural strength threw the alien into the men. One of them, the one who had caught her, didn't go down and started to lunge for her, but in an instant, Black leapt off her feet and tornado kicked him in the face, stunning him. By this time the others were on their feet, and before she could even finish another kick, she found the woman holding her leg. With formidable strength, Black cried out as her bones were crushed by the woman. She fell to the floor.
"Still pulling surprises, eh? You are more than perfect for the task," The woman said. A puzzled look crossed her face as Black stood up, and walked in a circle, despite her injury. Black was caught off- guard when one of the men grabbed her. Instinctively, she used her bad leg to kick him between the legs, elbowing him as he gasped in pain. Biting against her waves of pain, Black tried to land a few punches against the other two men, but instead she got a mouthful of handkerchief, laced with chloroform.
The alien woman gave off a bitchy smile as she gazed as Black's body slumped to the floor.
It was a beautiful sunny day as Kara flew over LA. She shifted the shaping of her buttocks as she prepared to land in a park below. Even before she had landed, everyone had turned to look at her. She was easily one of the most pretty women to have been born, on Earth and on her home planet of Velor. Normally, she would have enjoyed making the men loose control of their sexual organs, but something was wrong, out of place. She looked around, using her x-ray vision to see through a nearby woods. Maybe her instinct were getting the better of her. But then it had been quiet lately... too quiet for her liking...
Suddenly, she was what appeared to be a form of time portal opening, and out came three men and a woman, all dressed in black. Another was limping about, clearly hurt, though was getting better all the time. One of the men was carrying over his shoulder the unconscious form of a small teenage girl, her long, curly brunette hair hanging limply down. Arions! Kara cursed. With super speed, she ran to them.
The Arions were startled when Kara appeared from nowhere. They watched as Supergirl took up her famous power stance, legs apart and hands on her hips.
"Leave her alone," Kara said forcefully, though she knew that she was helpless to do anything until the girl was out of harms way.
"Glad you could join us, Kara. Perhaps now you will do the decent thing and die for us?" The woman mocked. The girl groaned. The Arion woman turned savagely.
"Put her down you fool, and all of you cover her! I don't want a repeat of Mekor," she shouted, her head turning to look at the injured Arion. The girl was unceremoniously dropped to the floor. She just lay there, groaning.
Suddenly, the girl was punching hard one of her captors in between the hips, and the resulting confusion allowed Kara to attack the woman, who dropped something to the floor. As she punched the Arion, the Velorian was hit in the back by one of the men. Distracted, the Arion broke free, and she retreated to the depths of the woods, along with her other comrades. Kara let them escape to give help to the girl. To her surprise, the girl had disappeared.
Black was glad to run out of the woods, and one look behind her told her there was no-one following. She paused to catch her breath before walking casually along the path. One look told her that either a lot of time had passed, thus the change in location, or she had recovered quickly from the chloroform and had been teleported to wherever here was. She looked in the sky to see a blue an red figure fly into the sky, and shoot away with a supersonic boom.
"What was that?" she murmured, now wondering if she had been given any drugs while unconscious.
"That was Supergirl," a passer-by said, his thick American accent catching Black's interest. She walked out of the park, and looked around. This was certainly not Ashbury. This looked like America, which meant that she had been dumped a long way from her home town in Britain.... And if she wasn't drugged up, then she had to be in another universe, since she could clearly remember there being no "Supergirl".... well, there was her.... but she wasn't like the shapeshifter Supergirl in the comics.
She stopped when she was a vending machine for newspapers. Her mouth emitted a small curse when her eyes saw "Los Angeles Express." She needed to get American money, a place to stay, and a plan to get to wherever home currently was. As she reached out to open the machine, Black remembered that her leg had been broken. She took a quick look at it. Her leg was healing well, and in another five or ten minutes would be back to being in perfect condition. She passed her hand over the lock for the vending machine, and with a small glow it unlocked. Black smiled slightly as she reached out and took a paper. She briefly scanned the tabloid, checking for information.
One thing was very clear from the paper- she was in a parallel universe. While events were happening close to her memories, but there were some key differences, like this Supergirl person. Black looked at her picture analytically. Her eyes found Supergirl to be appeasing, though there were some interesting things about her, like the large breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Are these to do with her alien physique? In any case, she'll need to get a place to sleep sorted, not to mention food. And that meant getting money.....
"Please, I'll have the rest tomorrow!" He was not impressed.
"My dear Mandy, I've given you two weeks already, and you promised me then that you'd have the lot ready by today. I'm afraid that time is up," With that, the thin wiry man snapped his fingers, and his two brutish heavies stepped closer to Mandy as she whimpered at them. One pinned her to the wall while the other took his time to aim his first punch at the squirming victim.
"Hey- you leave her alone!"
They all looked at the mouth of the dark alleyway. There, casting aside a newspaper was a mere teenager, her small body clothed in a body hugging white top, which starkly contrasted against her tight-fitting blue jeans and blue denim jacket. Despite her lack of strength and size, she boldly walked up to them.
"Stay out of this little girl," the loan shark warned. The stranger's temper flared.
"I'm not a little girl!" she hissed. And with that, she found a knife flicked open at her. In a flash, she had leapt over the shark, and elbowed him hard in the back. As his brain started to catch up with all of this, the "little girl" had lifted him over her head, and grunting with effort, threw him into the wall opposite. One of the heavies had moved up behind her, but suddenly the girl had leapt up and tornado kicked him savagely in the face, stunning him and deftly breaking his cheek-bone. She repeated this, landing her bone-cracking blows on other parts of the body. The other heavy had now lunged towards her, but suddenly she had skirted behind him, and had received a punch in the ribs powerful enough to break at least one of his brutish ribs. By the time he could react, the stranger had disappeared, along with Mandy.
Kara swooped down into the darkness of the dingy alleyway. Her super-hearing had picked up some kind of fight here, and as she looked around, she found that she was too late. Whoever it was, must have been incredibly powerful- two brutish looking men and a thin looking man were recovering from various injuries. A quick scan revealed a few of these injuries were broken bones. The thin man cowered as soon as he saw who had arrived.
"Look, Supergirl, I was only joking! I'll clear the debt! Just keep that little bitch away from me!" he pleaded. Kara noted that his fear was over-riding any desire he may have for her. The two heavies were keeping their distance too, and also were totally unaffected by the pheremones her people emitted. This interested her- Why wasn't there any effect?
"Who did this to you?" she asked the loan shark.
"That little psycho! She may not look it, but she's strong! She threw me! She's lethal!" he stammered, clearly scared of his assailant.
"Can you describe her to me?" she probed. he nodded vigorously.
"Yes Supergirl! She's a shortass, 'bout five three, long curly brown hair-"
"With a white top, denim jacket, jeans and looks around sixteen?" Kara finished, almost certain of the answer.
"Yes! You know her?"
"I've met her only once. I suggest a career change, for if I find out your still in the loan sharking business, I'll be unfriendly," Kara warned, her words ominous. She flew away before he could reply.
"Ta for helping me out there," Mandy said as she took out a cigarette. She turned the packet towards Black.
"You smoke?" Black's eyes fell do the floor as she looked away.
"Not anymore," she murmured. Mandy smiled as she sparked up.
"You mean you quit? I've been trying for years!" she said excitedly.
"Let's just say that I've got a second chance at life, and I don't want to make the same mistakes again," she softly said, showing a tender side to her for the first time since her Mum and Dad had found her in the shower, hurt, bleeding, but alive after being missing in the twenty-four hours, even now, Black could not remember.
"I wish I could quit... hey, can I do something for you? Where did you learn all of that ninja stuff, anyway?" Black looked at Mandy and smiled, warming up and lightening her face usually heavy with seriousness.
"You remind me of Pepper!" she giggled, a few pangs of hurt and loneliness knifing her. She hadn't seen her friend in a month... and now she might never get home.... "Look, I don't want to impose, but I'm hungry, and I've no money..."
"It's the least I can do!" Mandy replied enthusiastically. Black found herself warming to the friendly older girl with the pale mousy-brown hair.
"And while we eat, I'll explain why my cash cards are at the moment useless..."
"And so I'm now trapped on a different continent in a different time-line, trying to figure out how to get home," Black finished. Mandy looked at her in disbelief.
"I don't believe it! You're s superhero from another time-line?" Mandy exclaimed.
"No. I've just got some strange powers I'm trying to use for good. And now back home they are calling me 'Black,' because," She paused to take off her clothes, revealing her black garment underneath, "That's all I am." She quickly put on her gloves and balaclava. Mandy looked in awe as Black did a few tornado kicks and leapt up, touch the ceiling with her knee, and silently she landed perfectly after somersaulting down. Without pausing she went and did the splits.
"How's that?" Black asked, her hands wide from her body. Mandy just quietly clapped, her jaw slightly open. This girl may not look much....
"And it's all because of a sort of fatal encounter with death..." Mandy regarded her. "But what's your name?" Black paused a moment as she took off the balaclava.
"Lorna," she answered, smiling a secretive little smile as she did.
Kara flew down to the familiar skylight of 4731 Clarion Way and opened it up to land in her apartment. With a heavy snort she absently headed for the bathroom. As she cupped her hands to catch the warm spray from the shower, her mind was trying to figure out what was going on. Arions with a hostage that probably gave them a good run for their money before capture, the hostage then escaping from them, and then helping out people in need.... What next? Those heavies were in a fight against someone whom they should have hospitalised, but instead this girl able to injure them before escaping, probably to get the other person out of there.
As the palms of her hands brushed her breasts by accident, Kara gasped in sensual pleasure, feeling familiar warm surges flow inside her. Then it struck her: since the fight with the Arions, she hadn't at all felt kinky in the slightest. Even now, she had a libido that was slowly awakening. She absently stared at the orbs that were her breasts as she tried to figure it out. Why is it that her Velorian libido, which was always healthy and beating inside her strongly was missing? Perhaps why that loan shark and his goons were uninterested in her was her not producing pheremones..... No, she saved those miners from that tunnel collapse this afternoon, and they were affected by her pheremones rather badly. It then struck Kara that she hadn't really noticed that they were drooling after her. Normally she would have played with them a little, teasing them, trying to make them lose organ control and wet their pants, but she wasn't interested.
One question burned in Kara's mind as her hand reached for a towel: Who was this girl?
"So, are there any ideas as to how we proceed?" Selah forcefully asked the other Arions at the meeting. No-one said anything.
"Wear armour suits?" Mekor suggested. The others roared with laughter. The woman glared at him and the rest. Her stare silenced them at once.
"What do you want us to suggest Selah?" Motta asked, "She's the toughiest mortal ever!"
"She knows now we want her, and she'll be impossible to convert! Her will's too strong!" Kagrel pointed out. While the Arions could defeat her, Black was too dangerous an enemy... too many times in the short encounter with her they had underestimated her, and as a result she had managed to shake them up quite a bit. Black didn't just use her powers, she used tactics and intelligence. And they knew very, very little about her.....
"Everything in the Multiverse has a breaking point... you just have to find it," she calmly answered. Selah confidently smiled at her confused fellows. They remained confused until she produced from her pocket a strange looking device.
"Maybe this could help," she suggested. The other Arions smiled as Selah explained what she had planned.
"Why are we here?"
"This is one of the scenes of the crime. I always attend a crime scene if I'm investigating something bigger than normal," Lorna explained to a shivering Mandy. She smiled at the older girl: in so many ways she was in a sense the younger sister she never had. Despite being older than her, Mandy was more immature, more energetic..... more innocent. Unlike Lorna, she had a lot to learn about the dangers and the joys of the world. Smiling at her, even though it was hidden by the balaclava, Lorna touched Mandy's cold body with a gloved hand, and with a small, strange glow that emitted a mild crackling noise, Lorna watched at Mandy's body heated up again. She smiled as the Mandy stared at her in shocked surprise.
"Why do you think I'm not shivering?" Lorna answered. She took a quick look around. There was nothing here, no evidence.... no clues as to what these Arions were, and why they were after her.
"There's nothing that can help us here... maybe if I was a telepath I might be having better luck..." She emitted a muted scream of frustration, her hands clawed, her eyes aflame with annoyance.
As she turned to leave, her eyes noticed a faint glinting. She turned to look closer. With inhuman deftness, she scooped down and picked up the object.
In her hand was a strange looking hand-held gadget. It looked unimportant, but Lorna knew better than to assume anything, even with hard evidence. This was the lead she was after, however.
"I've got what I came for," she announced. Mandy looked at the item with curiosity.
"What that thing?"
"I thought that one of them might've dropped something, or that there was some other clue. This," Lorna said, holding up the device for closer inspection, "is worth a look, at any rate." She looked at Mandy.
"I want you to go to you apartment with this. Don't touch or tamper with it. For all we know it could be a bomb," Lorna continued. Mandy looked at her new friend with puzzlement.
"Aren't you coming back?"
"In a little while. I want to roam the streets for a while. Somewhere there's a crime happening, and I know what it's like to be a victim...."
Kara swooped down amongst the trees. She expected to find nothing, but it was worth a try. Her head turned as she surveyed the damage around her- crushed plants and bushes, felled branches... Kara looked sadly at the sorry scene in front of her. Her x-ray vision showed her that there was no real evidence here. What was there interest in the girl? Why kidnap her? It was clear that something was going on. Kara cursed softly, wishing that she was a telepath. Then she might be able to "feel" something, and get an idea as to what was happening.
Just as she was starting to fly, her super-hearing picked up a blood-riddled scream nearby.
"How did you come to get this- thing?"
Mandy winced and choked in pain as the stranger tightened his grip around her neck. She had a feeling that screaming probably was a very bad idea... Where was Lorna when you needed her!
"Answer me!" he hissed. Mandy didn't answer- she was too paralysed with fear. Her assailant swore at her, and dragged her closer to some nearby bushes. All too clearly she realised that no-one was going to save her this time.
"Leave her alone."
He turned around at the sound of the female voice behind him. As soon as he saw the "hero," he burst out laughing.
"Where's the party?"
"There is none. Let her go."
"You and who's army?" he sneered. The girl in black said nothing. Suddenly, he realised that something was wrong.
"Just me," she replied, emitting this unnerving aura of calmness.
"Who are you?"
"Back home they call me Black."
"And back home they call me Ryan!" he taunted, his words poisoned with sarcasm.
Ryan saw this Black girl taken by surprise. Seizing upon the moment, he flicked open his one and a half inch knife, and stabbed her in the stomach. He took out the knife, and stabbed her again. Ryan pushed her to the floor.
"Some hero you are!" he jeered, jubilant at his victory. He left the girl to suffer her death throes, and moved closer to the deeply shocked Mandy. She burst into hysterical tears as she was the lust in his eyes.
In a sudden flash, he was on the floor. Landing clumsily behind her was Black.
"I told you to leave her alone!"
Ryan looked at her in terror. He had clearly hurt her, but she was still able to stand up straight. She removed the knife from her stomach, and looked at it playfully.
"Knives are a little too dangerous- they always seem to end up in the wrong hands, don't they?" she said, her words dripping with innocence. Ryan saw his opponent throw his knife at him, faster than any normal human. By the time he had realised it was going to his head, it had neatly impaled the wall behind him, neatly in a crack in the mortar.
"Like mine," She finished, her voice deadly. Ryan gulped, scared of this small demon. She seized his throat tightly.
"Get lost. And I think you should keep away from raping - I might just appear from some nice, black shadow again," Black said nastily. She let go of his neck, and he ran away, wondering if drugs were really worth this sort of hassle. As she watch him leave, she heard a swooshing noise behind her.
"Who are you?" Black just smiled under her mask.
"Black, Supergirl. I hope you had a good view at the top of the building," she replied, turning on the sole of one foot. She enjoyed looking at the shock on the Velorian's face as Kara realised that she knew that she had been watching the younger girl all the time.
"Why did you freeze at his name?" Kara asked, trying to gain some kind of control of the situation.
"My last boyfriend had turned me in to a drugged up hussy, and he raped and killed me. His name wasRyan as well," she countered, her voice utterly sincere. Kara recoiled, stung by her words.
"There's no need to lie," she said, hurt. Black just laughed.
"Supergirl, the greatest lie of all is the truth... "
Kara swooped down to her apartment, Black in her arms. She was worried about the younger girl, who had been grunting in pain for about a half a minute now. Kara placed the injured girl on the sofa, and went to get some antiseptic and bandages. When she returned from the bathroom, she found her guest standing up, looking at the photos on the mantle piece, looking quite fine and healthy, regardless of the fact that she had in the past five minutes received two serious knife wounds. Kara pushed Black around, and took a quick look at the wounds.
She was amazed to see that while the wounds were still there, they were healing fast- there was no bleeding, and the injuries were no longer as serious as they had been before. In fact, as Kara watched, the damage healed up in front of her eyes, slowly but defiantly. She felt her jaw slacken and drop down. This was nothing like anything she had ever seen before! Arions were reputed to have a healing ability, but it would have torn them apart if they had taken the level of injury this small person had sustained.
"How- how did you do that!" she exclaimed. Black just took of her balaclava, and smiled warmly at Supergirl.
"My body has a healing ability- any injury I get heals up after a while. It only got better faster though, because I concentrated energy to it," she replied. Seeing Kara's confusion, she continued. "I don't know how come I can do all I can Supergirl, but I am most defiantly human!" She giggled as she finished.
"Please, call me Kara.... tell me, what is your name, and how come you've got these powers?"
"My name's Lorna. I can't really answer it very well, but it's all down to me having an unusual brush with death.
"I'm really two people welded into one. The result of this has caused me to have these weird abilities. I wish I knew who and what those aliens were who kidnapped me, and why they wanted me..."
"So do I... Right, to answer your question, the people who took you are Arions. A long time ago Earth was visited by a group of aliens we know only as the Ancients. They took some humans, and genetically enhanced them. They created the Velorian race, and the Arions are an offshoot from our people. The Velorians were created to be far stronger and more powerful than humans. The Arions ended up with a reduction in their powers due to a virus that rampaged across Aria Prime. Arions themselves are far more powerful than humans, though I don't really know about you... anyway, they are intent on destroying the human race, and they do this covertly. I and others of my people are here to stop them from doing this."
"Trust me, they're stronger, but I give them a very good run for their money," Lorna replied. Kara regarded this with a smile. She was beginning to like this strange human girl. Kara went into the bedroom, and changed with speeds that humans could not achieve into jeans and a baggy white T-shirt. As she entered the living room again, she saw Lorna staring out of the window into the starry night sky, heaving a heavy sigh. She turned to look at Kara.
"I bet you're wondering how I got here in the first place," Lorna murmured. All of a sudden, it was hitting her- she was alone, and there was little chance of her getting home.... she was alone in essence there as well...... Lorna closed her eyes and burst out into tears. As soon as she let out her emotions of loneliness and fear, all the other emotions and feeling she had buried came back forcefully, gushing out of her heart furiously. The guilt and shame of her drug abuse, her regrets over prostitution and her one- night stands, of having to live a lie, of pretence, and not contact her old friends from when she was Beth, the loneliness of her life now.... without realising, she was hugging Kara tightly, who was hugging her back. Kara suddenly felt a sensuality well up inside her, one that was not from her moving about, but from the heart. She had lesbian tendencies in the past, and still had them to a degree, but this time it was different. Lorna was holding on to her, and perhaps it was because she wasn't turned on by her pheremones, that she wasn't lusting over her body that made Kara excited to touch her. Also, she felt different, more fragile... more human? This girl was special, unique, and Kara felt ashamed over letting her desires take her over like this. She smiled slightly as she felt Lorna's head rest on her huge breasts, and was surprised when Lorna, clearly feeling confused, started to rub her breasts, and slide her hands around to her firm bum. Lorna looked up to the taller girl with wide, wild tearful eyes.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" she asked. Kara pulled away.
"I don't think it's a good idea..." Lorna put her arms around her again, and started to play with Kara's breasts. Kara let go of her self, and spun round to kiss Lorna passionately. She was surprised when Lorna was gentle, caring, considerate. Kara hadn't really had that experience with her past loves. Maybe it was because Lorna wanted to do it, and wasn't being influenced by her powerful pheremones, or lust for her body. Without noticing, they had managed to get to the bedroom, and found that Lorna was slowly and deliberately taking off Kara's T-shirt off, touching gently and sensually her breasts as she did. Kara suddenly desired with all her heart to take off Lorna's top, but Lorna had quickly and skilfully done that already. Kara gazed at her small breasts that looked insignificant next to hers with an abject wanting, a desire burning inside her to touch, caress and nibble at them. She took off Lorna's bra, who did the same to Kara. Next came off their Kara's jeans and Lorna's bottoms. Kara let her tongue slide over Lorna's clitoris, making the younger girl moan slightly in pleasure. Kara worked her way up, nibbling and biting her, getting harder and harder with each moment. To her surprise, Lorna's body could for some reason easily take her bites, even when they were powerful enough to take chunks out. Kara realised that Lorna was a little confused about this as well, but she allowed Kara to push her to the bed, both of them sliding between the bedsheets.
They shifted about the bed as they made love, a sweaty, inexperienced affair, as neither could work out how exactly to please the other, but in a short while, after exhausting themselves totally, they were fast asleep.