I'm not actually that cruel, of course. After a moment, I give in, and reach down with one hand while eating with the other. I start off slow, rubbing and pressing softly, before actually pressing inwards— I fall into a pattern, pushing in, gently rubbing against her walls with the tips of my fingers before pulling out, rubbing her clit in time with my exit. It's more than enough to set Sophia moaning into her cloth gag, and soon enough she's trembling—
At which point I promptly stop. Sophia whimpers. She opens her eyes to stare at me pleadingly— and I begin again. Resuming my earlier rocking motions, Sophia starts shivering once more-only for me to stop. His time I hear muffled words— they're too quiet to be understandable, but I'm fairly certain they were curses.
"You're being a bad table, Kitten. Good tables don't twitch and ruin my food. Will you stop twitching?" I mock-scold her, even as she frantically nods I answer to my question. Of course, it isn't that easy for poor Sophia. I've said it before, but she's very enthusiastic about her orgasms, and the pleasure leading up to them. At some point, even as she does her best to remain still, the pleasure overcomes her and her body starts bucking— only for me to quit stroking her. By the time I'm finished with my lunch, there's a puddle beneath her that's seeped into my pants leg and her eyes are almost crossed with need.
Snapping shut my lunchbox, I brush the crumbs off of Sophia with quick, short gestures. Even those small touches are enough to set her whimpering. Once my 'table' is sufficiently clean, I set about withdrawing my fingers.
It isn't as easy as it sounds. She's clenched around them hard enough that any too-fast movement will set her off. I have to pull them out slowly, inch by inch, while Sophia whines with desire.
For a moment, I simply sit and admire the lean, powerfully built girl I have in my lap. She's begging me with her eyes, and I have no doubt that if she had her mouth free she'd be begging me with that as well. Her entire body shines with sweat, practically glistening in the afternoon sun. Juices trail down her thighs and pools beneath her raised bottom, with enough volume to reach my legs.
Yeah, I'm never letting this go.
Reaching forward, I pull the wadded set of panties from Sophia's mouth.
"Please! Oh god, oh Jesus, fuck me into the ground, shove your fingers into my pussy so hard I can't walk, make me scream, Tiger! Please! PleasepleasepleasePLEASE!"
I nearly had an orgasm right there. The way she begged, it was giving me the best set of chills possible.
"Hush, Kitten, I won't leave you unattended. After all, what good meal is complete without desert?"
With that comment, I twist Sophia. While she had been sprawled across my lap sideways, with her head and legs hanging off the sides, she was now facing me. With a bit of dexterity, her shoulders were now on my knees, and her legs were hooked over my shoulders. She understood the position immediately, and let out and excited series of 'Yes!'s before I shushed her once more.
This time, I made sure to stare into her eyes as I slowly lifted her hips with my hands. Even as her back arched, and her neck had to bend further and further, Sophia kept her gaze focused on me.
It was only when I blew gently on her wet slit that she threw back her head and moaned. We were both more than ready at that point, so I moved forwards.
I started out with licks, the entire flat of my tongue running up her folds from top to bottom, with a little flick at the end to stimulate her button. I moved slowly, both to keep Sophia from cumming too early and to contemplate my first try at cunnilingus.
It wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly tasting good. I compared it mostly to 'flavored' water. You could tell that it had a distinct taste, but it was still just water, and very unlikely to disgust your tongue. I was particularly glad for the inoffensive taste, because there was a lot of it. I knew Sophia leaked like a rusty faucet, as I'd actually had to throw away several outfits that had been stained beyond all hope of washing, but I didn't really comprehend how much until I was drinking it down. Given fifteen seconds, Sophia could make a small pool in my mouth— and this was with part of it ending up on my chin, in spite of my best efforts. With my new close-up view of her pussy, I noticed small things that I had missed or simply hadn't cared about while I only had a hand down here. For one, her clit wasn't really hooded. It was a very clear, small pearl of flesh, topping her slit and glimmering proudly. It was also causing Sophia to shudder every time my tongue brushed it.
After a bit of fun, I pulled back and let Sophia recover somewhat. She wasn't exactly pleased with this. Her legs attempted to pull me in, but a quick smack to her bare ass stopped that quickly enough. Fortunately for her, it wasn't my plan to leave her hanging much longer.
This time I dived in with abandon. I skipped over the licking and went straight to penetration. Which... Was weird.
Sophia made it feel easier than it actually was. While she was very, very appreciative of my efforts, pushing inwards with my very soft, very squishy appendage meant that her contractions actually squeezed my tongue outside of her. She seemed to enjoy it though, so I continued on and within seconds her legs gripped my skull, her body seized up, and she shrieked loud enough to wake the dead.
That would startle some students.
Still, Sophia was loud enough, often enough, that nine-tenths of the school had connected the dots. In an amusing twist of the original 'ignore the entire situation' hey had transferred their blind spots to my sex life. Nobody make comments in the hallways, even when I was sure that both myself, Sophia, and anyone who might take offense was out of earshot. A rare funny side effect was the looks I got— almost no-one was able to meet my eyes for long without blushing and dropping their gaze. Boys had to hastily re-arrange pants whenever I came into view with even slightly disheveled clothes, and at least half of the school population looked outright lecherous when I returned from lunch each day. I was sure we'd been caught more than once, either from accidental intrusions or perverts actively trying to hunt us down, but switching the meeting spot every day cut down on that.
A couple of times I was completely aware that I given someone a show. I could always find out which student it was by finding the one that fidgeted whenever I so much as glanced in their general direction.
Ah, Sophia was done. Her legs had finally relaxed their death grip on my skull, her twitching had died down, and she was panting rather than shrieking. I gave her a couple more licks before I gently unhooked her legs and laid her on the ground. I let her rest for a moment while I caught my breath. Then I moved onto the next important piece of our trysts— my pleasure. I help her sit up, and soon enough she's on her knees. I get to my feet. Were right in front of the radiator, and she's right at the best level for certain.... Things. Which gives me a very nice idea.
"You did badly, Kitten, you squirmed too much to be a good table and you almost suffocated me. How should I punish you? Should I just leave you here?" Sophia is shaking her head, unable to get enough air in to reply verbally through her gasps.
"Well, then, I know what you can do to make up for your mistake. Will you do it, Kitten?" She's nodding hard enough to hurt her neck, and I'm pretty darn eager as well. I unzip my pants, and drop them to the ground, revealing to my currently captive audience that all in wearing beneath is a small, silk thing barely worthy of the name of underwear. That, I take off much more slowly, enjoying the way that Sophia's eyes follow it down my legs before snapping back up to my hairless mound, sitting not six inches from her face.
She knows what to do from here.
She leans forward, and I throw back my head in ecstasy. She's much more skilled at this than I am. Her tongue darts in and out, switching between pointed licks and flicks and pushing into me before writhing. It's torture, and my hands find their way into Sophia's hair. At first, they just stroke her head, but as she works me towards the end, I end up gripping more than brushing.
And then I hit my peak, and the gripping becomes an outright pull. I'm smashing my pussy into her lips, almost riding her face, and she's not slowing in the slightest. I rock her head against me, pressing against her tongue harder than I should, and outright soaking Sophia's face in liquid.
By the time I'm done, I'm gently rubbing her lips along my flesh with my tangled grip in her hair. Looking down reveals that Sophia has an almost glazed look to her jaw, reminding me of sugared donuts. Sophia herself has closed eyes and is breathing heavily, making up for the limited air she must've had when I was smashing her into my pelvis.
I back away. As I slowly clean with the tissues I now carry everywhere as a matter of practicality, I leave Sophia kneeling there in nothing but a scrunched-up t-shirt, chest thrust outward, bare to the world with her hands tied behind her back. Her head is still in the position I left it, upraised and slightly bent forward.
At the moment, she was the most beautiful piece of art I'd ever seen.
I'd definitely have to carry around more ropes.
* * *
It isn't all fun and games, however. At this point, my (base) costume is finally finished, and I have rough plans to go patrolling in a week or two. Enough time to weave some beetle shells into the outermost layer for a combination of more protection in the form of easily shattered plates that would take a whole lot of damage for me, even if they were good for maybe two hits, and actually covering up. Spider silk is a little bit too form-fitting, even when I leave enough slack to avoid the super-cameltoe. I don't need my nipples on display with every cold breeze.
Still, I had started on the robes that I hoped to eventually turn into my back-up 'heavy duty' protection suit, and had wasted more silk on clothes than I could handle. I couldn't actually wear any of my creations, as a teenager wearing spider-silk clothes is so obviously connected to the new hero in a spider-silk bodysuit with insect control powers I'd legitimately have to be an idiot to try. Even the underwear and rope was pushing it— but those only got exposed to Sophia, and she probably thought they were just regular silk. Still, I had wasted enough time.
The thought of a patrol actually made me nervous, but it made me excited as well. I'd be cleaning up the streets, building up a reputation, and acting like a real hero!
What could go wrong?
* * *
Sophia calmed down after our little session on the roof. I, of course, ended up bringing more ropes to school. The spider silk was ridiculously tough, even at a tiny thickness. I could pack a good couple of feet into a few inches, with a bit of coiling. It became a staple of our afternoon trysts— three days out of four, I had her tied up. Sometimes it was simply with her arms behind her back, sometimes I had her almost completely immobile.
It was incredibly arousing, having Sophia at my mercy. It wasn't just pleasure keeping her weak— she literally couldn't resist. The fact that she enjoyed it too just made it better.
We'd been at school together for about three months now. Over that time, a lot had happened. At school, aside from the little... Situation with Emma, we hadn't had any problems. No one messed with us, no one commented on our frequent, loud sex, and no-one approached me more than once after I shooed them away the first time.
On the cape side of things, it wasn't so good. My very first night out, I'd ended up finding Lung, of all people. I was going to leave, but some of the comments he made... I would not, would never, stand aside and let a child die. So I went all-out.
I had heard that Lung had a healing factor. I hadn't thought about how it worked, or if it might've been weaker when he wasn't transformed. As a result, he was now missing two limbs due to necrosis and was in a coma, under lock and key. Panacea had halted the necrosis and restarted his heart, but she couldn't touch brains and couldn't replace limbs. They were awaiting his awakening to transport him to the birdcage, as Panacea was able to tell the authorities that excess agitation could worsen the minor amount of brain damage he now had, potentially leading to rapid moods swings and overwhelming anger. If he woke up in the middle of transport, incredibly angry, away from his 'home base'...
So they kept him on life support with an armed guard. Lung disappearing from the scene had stirred up all kinds of trouble. The previously quiet E88 were pushing for territory, the ABB was pushing back with fancy Tinker bombs from an unknown source, the Merchants were selling drugs to everyone, and the Undersiders were laying low in hopes of not becoming bait for the big guys.
I knew the last personally. Soon after I put down Lung and finished hitting every thug involved with an epipen, the Undersiders had shown up. I hadn't researched enough to know they were villains, and had a nice chat with them about the consequences of my actions. Or rather, had a nice chat with Tattletale about the consequences of my actions. Then they thanked me for saving their butts, as they were the ones he was after, said 'by the way, we're villains' and skedaddled.
It fucked with my world-view something fierce. Villains were old, evil men in costumes who stole from children and murdered people. Not teenagers. Especially not teenagers in danger of being outright killed just because they stole from a casino.
Even more interestingly, Tattletale sought me out afterwards. She sent me a message, met me in a park, and handed over five-thousand in cash.
Then we had a nice, long chat about cape rules and super villainy in general. Aside from one minor Situation, Tattletale was surprisingly nice to hang around with. It'd been a while since I could just talk with someone besides Sophia, even if it was about the difficulties of wearing form-fitting full body suits without showing off certain attributes to anyone who looked. It turns out that there were pads for just that sort of problem. That meeting was followed by another invitation a week later, to eat at Fugly Bob's. I was curious enough about how she would get around the 'known villain' aspect, and agreed.
She cheated by wearing a different costume. She threw on a blue-black domino mask, painted her hair blue, and came in a blue-highlight Japanese Sailor uniform. It was something I'd have done, in her situation. I just went in my newly finished Invinci-cloak, reveling in the feeling of being outright immune to anything below a high-grade rifle in penetration power. I didn't enjoy the heat nearly as much— I had the intelligence to realize that the swathes of silk would heat up, especially as I had died them black, and went naked underneath. When we finally left, after an hour of talking about inconsequential things, Tattletale noticed I was sweating underneath the folds with her bullshit-power and we headed off to the shade, cool and privacy of the Boat Graveyard.
