Kristen laughed, “He is, isn’t he? Tonight’s going to be more fun than I thought,” then the cheeky light brunette winked at me.

  Then they all laughed, while I looked for cover.

  Right, three ladies ganging up on me, sounded like a blast. Although to be fair, Mina wasn’t teasing me at all, she just wanted the independent scoop. Also, it was better than the alternative of being catty or not getting along, if they all wanted to bond by teasing me then I could take one for the team.

  I grabbed Kristen that water with ice from the filtered fridge water and ice maker, then waved to the chair at the table, as I sat at across from that one. Julia always sat on my left, and Mina my right. There was a large dining room table for twelve, but the four-person kitchen table was cozy, and Kristen an old friend so it was more than good enough.

  Kristen said admiringly, “You two are more stunning than he admitted.”

  Mina smiled shyly, while Julia just nodded in agreement. I didn’t think the blonde had a modest bone in her hot curvaceous body. Not arrogant, just matter of fact, and given her appearance she wasn’t at all wrong in her self-assessment.

  “The spring semester went well?”

  Kristen nodded, “Three point eight GPA. I’ll be starting my senior year in the fall. You?”

  I shrugged, “Same plans so far, going to attend Chicago University in the fall.”

  Mina interjected, “I’ll be joining him, business courses sound interesting and weren’t a part of my education growing up.”

  Mina was scarily smart, I was fairly sure she was taking online courses to catch up to me, five whole semesters over the fall and summer, all in her head. I’d never actually seen her use a phone or computer. It was part of her powers.

  Kristen nodded, “So what exactly do you all do now?”

  A no doubt innocent question, wondering what kind of part-time or full-time jobs we all had for the summer. She’d no idea the can of worms implicit in that question.

  Mina said, “Trying to get a handle on the whole super thing. I’ve also been teaching martial arts and meditation to these two, self-improvement kind of thing.”

  I nodded in agreement, “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but at the moment we’re focusing on self-improvement.”

  Julia said bluntly, “We stop bad people with powers,” totally spilling the beans.

  Kristen smiled, clearly taken back, but there was something warm and flirty in it too as she looked into his eyes playfully.

  “So, you’re superheroes?”

  I groaned, “Definitely not, don’t even suggest it.”

  Mina interjected, “Jack is… special.”

  Kristen nodded, “I’ve always known that.”

  Julia waggled a hand and said, “He’s okay.”

  Okay, the teasing was better than the effusive compliments coming from all quarters. And yes, being called okay by Julia was definitely a gushy compliment in her case. She really didn’t trust anyone, but men even less.

  Mina nodded, “That too. What I mean though is his power is uniquely suited for the task Julia mentioned. We’d appreciate you being circumspect. The government knows, but the last thing we need is the public finding out.”

  Kristen blinked, “Wait. You mean she was serious? I was just joking about the superhero thing.”

  Mina blushed, as she realized she was the one that just spilled the beans.

  I chuckled, “Most people seem fine with their powers, but there were five that went power crazy and were hunting and killing other supers to claim their power.”

  Kristen narrowed her eyes, “That’s why you’re learning martial arts and meditation?”

  I nodded, “Surprise?”

  Kristen smiled weakly, then said, “Now I’ll be worried about you.”

  I shrugged, “It’s not a full-time job or anything, and it won’t come up much, so we have a lot of time right now, but yes. That’s why I don’t have a normal summer job and we’re all focused on learning to defend ourselves better. Teamwork training too.”

  Julia made a face, “Our first joint takedown was… embarrassing.”

  I laughed.

  Kristen shook her head, “We really need to swap those stories now, Mina. And yes, of course I’ll keep the information a secret, I’d never do anything to hurt Jack,” she said that so firmly that she blushed a moment later.

  I winked, then wished I could take it back. No flirting with my old college friend in front of the love of my life. It was crass, rude, and could be hurtful, though I knew Mina wouldn’t take it badly that was no reason not to follow the rules.

  She deserved my respect, always, even if she didn’t seem to have a jealous bone in her body.

  We’d left a lot out of the explanation, exactly what my power did and was capable of, but she really didn’t need to know that, and we’d already told her far more than we’d planned on telling, before dinner was even on the table.

  Speaking of that, the ladies started bringing the platter of ham, along with a string bean and onion casserole, cream corn, and cornbread over to the table, before sitting themselves.

  We moved to small talk as we started to eat. She told us about the new job, where she was staying, and the concert she went to last week, while we discussed what it was like to fly across the country under our own power, and a few anecdotes of what we’d been up to recently.

  Julia’s bald offensive comments only numbered five by the end of the meal. Of course, her sometimes blunt and shocking observations merely added spice to the conversation. Kristen had just met her, but seemed to understand she was a bit damaged from the past and didn’t judge her for it or get upset.

  The ladies seemed to waver between teasing me hard and showering me with compliments, so I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from them next. At the same time, I knew it really wasn’t about me at all. Not really. The ladies were bonding over a common interest, it was that simple. I just happened to be that interest, and it was about them getting to know each other and feeling out if they could possibly be friends or not. Friends beyond mere acquaintances through me.

  Nothing brought people together faster than a shared convivial interest or lighthearted joking around, and I appreciated that both of them were making an effort to make Kristen feel welcome.

  So far things were going well that way, so much so by the end of the meal I was almost positive I’d be getting a green light to keep my friend from the past, even if she was a woman. To the point it was likely they’d be mad at me if I didn’t.

  It really wasn’t a big surprise they got along. Kristen was sweet and kind to everyone, and not hard to get along with at all. Mina was very similar that way in heart and mind, if with a slightly more formal tone due to the culture she was raised in. Julia… well she was just unique, period.

  After that post-dinner coffee Kristen asked about earlier, Julia all but chased us out the door, telling us she could clean up the kitchen just fine on her own. Then of course, she suggested I make it up to her another time, while staring at the front of my pants, which had all of them giggling again.

  Unbelievable.

  So the three of us loaded up in the car and headed for the blues club which was also a restaurant, so it was eighteen to get in and twenty-one to drink. I’d already described what Kristen was wearing that night. Mina was in a red dress that was extremely conservative and tastefully conforming up above, and her skirts were swishy too, which worked well and looked good while swing dancing, but it was longer than Kristen’s black skirt. All the way down to her knees, or just above them, while Kristen’s just made lower thigh showing off her toned and femininely sculpted legs.

  Not that I was looking, outside of peripheral vision I mean.

  Kristen asked, “You two go out a lot?”

  Mina nodded, “He spoils me, at least twice a week, dancing once a week.”

  I half ignored the conversation, as the two of them started to swap stories about me, short ones. Then, thankfully, we arrived at the club.

  We’d already eaten, so we went straight for the bar to grab a drink before hitting the dance floor.

  The sexual tension building between Mina and I that night was absolutely insane, even higher than usual for some reason I couldn’t guess at, as I danced with them both on and off for a couple of hours. And that was saying something, because us dancing was usually pure foreplay between us. They shared a couple of dances as well, to give me a short break.

  Regardless, Mina had that sex in semi-public kink, which my mind churned about, but that wouldn’t really work for the club, it would have to wait until we got home. The whole public thing was kind of interrelated with no one around us knowing, as they saw her as a modest beautiful young lady, only her and I would know that she’d been defiled and was walking around with my cum in her. It was that naughty thrill that turned her on, that no one around us knew what she’d done, and that she was my wild and nasty good girl beneath the thin veneer of her graceful sophistication.

  Which wouldn’t work at the club at all, since everyone would know what we did, if they saw her entering the men’s bathroom with me for some nasty sex. Even if they didn’t actually see it happen, they would know, and that would mortify her. It was also crude and gauche to fuck in a toilet cubicle, compared to a park or other semi-public venue where dubious privacy could be found.

  So it would never happen for that reason alone, and having Kristen along would’ve made us disappearing on her for a while to do it rude besides.

  So I dealt with her incredibly smoldering come fuck me looks, and the occasional warm and lingering naughty kiss. She was driving me absolutely mad that night, begging me with her eyes to use her hot body, like her appetites had been kicked up another level, which again was saying a lot. Mina was my insatiable good girl, and she was always up for being controlled, manhandled, and used for my pleasure. Got off hard on it.

  I also had a good time with Kristen, and she was a fantastic dancer, and not just because she had a toned and athletically flexible dancer’s body, she also knew how to use it on the dance floor. I’d refrained from any flirting with words or wandering eyes, but there was no avoiding the surprising mutual heat between us on the dance floor, and we flirted with that body language of the dance. Sure, not nearly as potent as what Mina and I shared, but still surprisingly intoxicating.

  And Kristen was that night in my arms, completely intoxicating.

  It was a good time, and afterwards Kristen headed home as soon as we got to the house.

  Chapter Two

  The only reason the two of us made it to the master bedroom, was out of respect for Julia. We’d even stopped using the public rooms of the house when she was out, never mind when home asleep, ever since the time Julia had walked into the front door and seen me plowing Mina’s tight little ass over the couch end. Which had been both hot and awkward.

  The door had barely clicked shut, when I was devouring her lips with my own, and pulling her dress off as fast as I could find the zipper. She looked amazing in the naughty red lingerie I picked out for her to wear that day, and her eyes were full of sinful needs and desires.

  She let out a sweet little gasp as I swatted her, threw her over my shoulder, and then walked her over and tossed her on the bed.

  I gave her a look that told her I was going to ravish her, while I quickly undressed, my cock beyond hard and my underwear damp with precum. She’d had me hard all night.

  She looked breathlessly excited, while she arranged herself lewdly for my viewing pleasure, but didn’t take off the lingerie. She knew better than that, she knew I’d want to take it off her myself.

  She said softly, “Jack,” in a begging tone that said everything. Just my name.

  I crawled onto the bed and grabbed her legs, and roughly pulled her to me, as I lifted her legs and put them on my shoulder. I liked doggie style a lot, watching her tight little ass bounce and shake with each drive of my cock, but sometimes I had to see her face. See the desperate debauchery and wildly wicked surrender as she gave her body to my pleasure. As she was my decadent and debauched good girl.

  That had lifted her ass slightly off the mattress, enough for me to give her a couple of harsh swats on each ass cheek. Her sweet cries of stinging pain turning into dirty moans of pleasure as her eyes begged me for my pleasure, her face twisted into a tableau of naughty pleasure and delicious pain, made my cock twitch hard.

  The darker red spot in the center of her panties was bigger than even normal, and my cock twitched as I realized just how wet she was for me. I hooked her panties with thumbs while staring into her seductive eyes, and then slid them up to her ankles which had them just under my chin, and I leaned my head down and sniffed her delicious fragrance.

  “So wet for me.”

  Mina trembled, then said in a sweetly seductive voice, “Good girls are always wet for their man, wet and so very hot and ready. I’ve been a very good girl for you tonight, Jack,” she paused and let out a breathy sigh of anticipation, “But not nearly as good as I’m going to be for you.”

  I groaned, her dirty talk still drove me crazy, especially because it wasn’t just bedroom talk. Not just to turn me on, but was actually just the truth, at least behind closed doors. She was my good girl.

  I lined up and slid my fat and angry purple mushroom head up and down her slick folds, drawing a moan from both of us at the silky pleasure of it, then lined up and pushed deep into her with a firm thrust. Almost half my eight-inch cock slid in easily, despite her still being so incredibly tight for me.

  Normally I’d engage in foreplay first, but on the nights we went dancing the foreplay was built in, we were both at a fever pitch and her body was more than ready for a harsh pounding.

  She quivered, then arched her back and did her best to roll her hips to take me in deeper with a breathy pant of pleasure.

  She said, “Good girls need to be spanked and fucked hard, and filled with lots of yummy creamy cum.”

  I started to pump my way deeper, “You are such a good girl for me,” I complimented in a patronizing tone, which was another one of her kinks. Along with ass play, anal sex, public sex, being controlled, tied down, manhandled, and spanked.

  Regardless, she flushed with pleasure and shame, at just how hard my condescending compliment hit her libido, as her paradise squeezed tightly around me and her body trembled. She usually took a little time to work up, but she was obviously close to the edge already, after two hours of dancing foreplay, and rubbing her body all over mine.

  She said softly, “I really am for your pleasure,” and she let out a soft moan of wanton pleasure as I buried myself in the snug heat and silken pleasure of her heaven. Her sex becoming insanely tight and as usual I paused a moment while my cock stretched her so tautly and her body had to become accustomed to my invasion.

  I already knew I wasn’t going to last long. Not in the myriad pleasures of her body while she was looking at me with so much begging heat for my cum and pleasure, but even that turned her on. Knowing how short my stamina was for her during our first round, how much her being my good girl turned me on beyond belief. I’d more than make up for it in the later rounds, giving her multiples, we were just getting started on our night of loving.

  When she squeezed around me and managed a little but intense grind, I knew she was ready, so I started to pound into her, while putting my weight on her legs so I could start tweaking her nipples and firmly squeezing her breasts. She liked firm but not mauling, a medium touch, sensitive enough to drive me crazy, yet I could play plenty firmly with them as long as I didn’t get too rough.

  Of course, I could’ve just used flight for leverage and to hold myself up so I could play with her tits. But another kink of hers was being held down, feeling the weight of my bulk trapping her. Making her feel helpless to do anything but accept my attentions and take my forceful pleasure. So, I didn’t use my powers, I just leaned my weight on her, her body practically bent in half as her toes went above her shoulders.

  She went wild as I pounded her, then started to squirm and gasp as I grabbed both her arms, and pinned them above her head, my fist closed around both of her wrists, while my other hand went back to pleasing her breasts.

  My eyes never once left hers, not since I’d slid her panties up to her ankles, which was intense, but it didn’t mean my peripheral vision wasn’t feasting on her wildly shaking firm breasts, or the delicious sight of my fat eight-inch cock disappearing into her nubile, hot, and petite barely legal eighteen-year-old body.

  A body that would never age, nor would her libido ever fade, as the powers made us immune to aging and all disease.

  It was intense, her dark chocolate eyes looking up into mine, all while the blissful pleasure of sliding into her silken paradise quickly had me fighting hard not to cum yet.

  “Cum for me.”

  She bit her lip, and her eyes went hazy and so very vulnerable, then she cried out, “Jack! Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod, so-good, so-good, Ohmygod!” and her whole body flexed and tightened, including her tight passage which convulsed wildly as she let out a keening gasp, that turned into wild breathy pants.

  Her eyes widened further, as she no doubt felt my cock swell further inside of her, as my balls boiled and my legs went numb.

  She panted out, “Yes, need it. Fill me, your cum. Good girl.”

  The words were strained and disconnected in the midst of her ecstasy as her body milked my cock so hard, but still so incredibly seductive, sending a surge of lust through me even as I started to empty myself into the depths of her nubile body.

  Pulse after pulse filled her, and my good girl rolled straight into a second even more earthshattering orgasm that had her screaming my name, even while looking up into my eyes, hers filled with vulnerable love, pleasure, and draining lust.

  Then it was over, and we started to come down together. I pulled her legs to the side as I pulled out, and collapsed next to her as I drew her close.