GIRLS NIGHT IN

By Blackmink

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Batgirl and Supergirl, as seen in the New Batman/Superman Adventures animated series, are copyrighted and owned by DC Comics. No permision was given, or asked, to use them in this erotic fan fic. If you plan to post this story on your website, please let me know where it will be.

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"Barbara! You in here?" Kara called into the Kent barn. Of course, Kara already knew that she was since she had already scanned the place with her x-ray vision.

"I'm here," Barbara answered, poking her head out from one of the stalls. "Just finished brushing down Comet. Could you grab one of those bags of oats for me?"

To her left, Kara spotted the half-dozen thirty-pound bags of oats. She grabbed one from the top, easily hefted it over her shoulder and carried it to the stall. "Here, let me," Kara offered as she tore the burlap bag open and poured the oats into the horse's feeding trough. Ma and Pa had gotten Comet to help with the labor on their farm shortly after Clark had left. Kara patted him on the neck as he ate, admiring his fine white coat and mane. Barbara had done a good job of keeping the horse groomed.

The girls said goodnight to Comet and walked out of the stall. Barbara closed and latched the stall door, then hung the horse's brush back on its nail. Outside, as Kara closed the barn doors, Barbara took in a deep breath of fresh country air. A cool breeze blew through her hair. "I love this place," Barbara said for the umpteenth time.

Barbara shaded her eyes with both hands to watch the sunset, and Kara watched her. Today Barbara wore a black tank top with a yellow bat on the front, cut-off jeans and heavy work boots. Her flowing hair was the color of the setting sun. Barbara had the body of an experienced athlete. Her biceps bulged a little as she flexed her arms. Her flat stomach was stretched tight, and her legs were nicely muscled. All were a must for her harrowing life as Batgirl. Kara had envied Barbara's body since the day they met. Lately however, Kara was finding herself attracted to her new best friend, and she wasn't sure what to do about it.

Kara quickly looked away from Barbara as the sun fell below the horizon. They strolled to the house and stepped up onto the front porch. Barbara sat in one of the pair of chairs and began to unlace her boots as Kara stood by the opened door. She wasn't wearing boots herself. Didn't need to really. Nothing on the farm could hurt her feet, so she usually left them bare.

"I'll have to thank Mr. and Mrs. Kent again for letting me stay over," Barbara said as she let the first boot fall to the boards with a thump.

"You'll have to wait till tomorrow. They went out for dinner and dancing," Kara sniffed the air, "Which reminds me." Faster than the eye could follow, Kara rushed through the house, into the kitchen and straight to the stove. She opened toe oven to check on the garlic bread. Seeing that it was done, she turned off the oven and set the bread on a rack to cool.

As Kara filled a pot with water, her super sensitive hearing picked up the second thump from the front porch. She was glad Barbara had chosen to spend her vacation time here while Kara was on Spring break. They were using this time together to get to know each other better, endlessly sharing stories about their lives and adventures. They were becoming the best of friends, but Kara had begun to feel something more. Something intense.

The front door closed. "Kara?" Barbara called. "Where'd you go?"

"In the kitchen," Kara answered. She faced the doorway in time to see the inquiring look on Barbara's face as she walked in. "I'm cooking tonight. Ma wanted to before she left, but I told her that I could handle it. Hope you like spaghetti." Kara turned her attention back to the pot of water on the stove. Concentrating, she brought the water to a boil with her heat vision. Next she poured in the pasta.

Suddenly, Barbara was standing right behind her. Kara tensed a little, but otherwise didn't move as Barbara reached around her to lift the lid of the pot that the sauce was in. She took a sniff over Kara's shoulder. "Mmmmmm, smells good," she commented. "So, we're alone tonight?"

Kara wasn't quite sure what to make of the tone behind the question, but she answered, "Yeah. For a few hours, at least."

Barbara stepped away saying, "Then I guess I can throw these sweaty clothes into the washroom on my way up to the shower." Kara kept her eyes on the cooking pasta, stirring it once in a while, but she tuned her ears to listen to what was happening behind her. Barbara's hair raked the inside of her tank top as she pulled it over her head. Next came the unbuttoning and unzipping of her cutoffs and the slight scraping sound the made as they were lowered to her ankles. Then...nothing? Kara counted only two items of clothing being removed, not including the socks. Wasn't Barbara wearing a bra and panties? Kara got her answer.

"You won't tell Ma and Pa that I was running around their house naked will you?" Barbara asked.

"N…no," Kara stammered.

Barbara was behind her again. This time she gave Kara a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, Kara," she said in the same tone as before. Then she was gone.

Kara finished cooking the pasta in a daze, nearly ruining it when she let her heat vision get a little too hot. She cleared her head enough to drain the pasta, set the strainer in the pot and put the pot back on the stove. When she sat at the dining table her thoughts began to race again. Barbara and she were good friends, and they had a great time trouncing bad guys together as Batgirl and Supergirl. But over the last few days Kara's feelings for Barbara were growing. How could she be having these feelings for her best friend? Absently, Kara touched her cheek where Barbara's lips had touched it.

"Kara," Barbara called, nearly causing her to jump through the ceiling. "Could you come up here for a minute?"

"Coming," Kara called ahead as she literally flew out of the kitchen and up the stairs. The bathroom door was wide open, but she didn't give it a second thought as she glided in and lightly landed halfway between it and the shower. "Dinner's ready," she said by way of announcing her presence.

"Good," Barbara said. Her smiling face poked out from behind the shower curtain. "Would you scrub my back for me?" she asked.

Kara's eyes went wide. "You mean... get in there with you?" Kara stammered again.

"That would be the best way," Barbara said, then asked sweetly, "Please?"

Kara couldn't believe the way that she was reacting to Barbara's simple request. Of course, they had washed each other's backs before. In Gotham, after their battle with Live Wire, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. It was no big deal then, so why was it now? Kara knew why. Her heart was skipping and she had a million butterflies in her stomach. Barbara was waiting for an answer.

Kara steeled herself, managed to smile back and said, "Okay."

Barbara's head disappeared behind the curtain as Kara began to undress. She unhooked the straps of her overalls, let them fall to the floor, and kicked them aside. Next went her blue T-shirt, which sported a big red S. Kara wasn't wearing a bra either, but she slid off her panties and tossed them on the pile. She paused at the threshold to the shower long enough to take a few deep breaths, the stepped inside.

At first Kara avoided looking at Barbara, concentrating on herself. She let the hot water hit her face and chest. She lowered her head to soak her hair, then tossed it back. When Kara finally turned around, Barbara was facing the opposite tile wall. Her red hair was pulled over her bare shoulder. Her bare back seemed to ripple as Kara's eyes followed her spine down to her nicely rounded buttocks. Kara couldn't pull her eyes away from them. They were the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

Barbara turned her head to look over her bare shoulder. With a coy grin and a sultry voice she asked, "Enjoying the view?" Kara's cheeks flushed as she stumbled to find something to say, but Barbara continued. "Maybe you'd like this view better." She turned around, flipping her hair back over her shoulder as she did. Kara couldn't help but let her gaze follow every curve of Barbara's nude form. Her full breasts were only slightly larger than her own, but her nipples were brown, not pink like Kara's. From her chest, Barbara's torso narrowed to a thin waist which, in turn, widened into shapely hips. Kara's eyes locked again, this time on the red bush between Barbara's thighs.

Kara quickly averted her gaze, looking down at herself, and folded her arms across her chest. "Barbara," she began. "I... I...," but could not finish, embarrassed to the point of almost crying.

"I know," Barbara said. Kara looked up again, into her beautiful sky blue eyes. She went on. "You've been looking at me differently lately, watching me closely as I moved. You tried to hide the fact, but sometimes I'd catch you. Remember yesterday? We went swimming in that secluded little pond that you found a few miles from here. I wore that red string bikini. I wore it for you, Kara. I thought for sure that you'd have told me how you felt then. Especially since I was trying to show you that I felt the same way."

Kara remembered the pond well. That bikini was so small that it left little to the imagination, and Barbara had looked very sexy in it. She was right, too. Kara almost did say something yesterday, but she couldn't find the words. Her cheeks flushed brighter as she focused on Barbara's last sentence. She found her voice again to ask, "How do you feel about me?"

Barbara took Kara's arms, unfolded them, and placed them around her waist. Stepping into a clumsy embrace, Barbara pulled Kara's body tightly against her own. They looked deeply into each other's eyes a moment more. Then, Barbara kissed her on the lips. She was playful at first, softly brushing her lips against Kara's. Then she became more passionate. Barbara pressed her open mouth over her lips, her tongue probing for a way in between them. Kara closed her eyes and let it in. As their tongues twined, one of Barbara's hands roamed down Kara's back, stopping to caress the soft flesh of her buttock.

Kara could have stayed this way forever, in eternal bliss. However, after one last sucking motion on Kara's tongue, Barbara broke their kiss. She laid her chin over Kara's shoulder, breathing heavily. Kara was disappointed--she could have gone on for much longer--but she reminded herself that Barbara was only human. They held each other close for several minutes, letting the cool water splash over their bodies. Cool?

"Uh, Barbara," Kara broke the silence. "I think we've run out of hot water."

Both of them burst out laughing. Regretfully, they let each other go and Kara shut off the water. As she wiped away the tears caused by her manic laughter, Kara turned back to Barbara to find her doing the same. Reduced to sporadic giggles, the girls looked into each other's eyes again. Tears still flowed, Kara's from happiness, and she guessed the same was true of Barbara's.

"What happens now?" Kara asked.

Barbara took her hand and squeezed it. "First," she held up the index finger of her free hand, "we need to dry off." She pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped out, taking Kara along with her.

Barbara released her grip so that she could grab a towel off the rack. She had Kara face away from her and began to roughly dry her hair. Barbara next wrapped the towel around Kara's torso, rubbing it into her breasts. She moved on to her stomach, over her hips, down her legs, back up them to her buttocks, then between her legs. Kara let out a low moan as Barbara rubbed it into her cunt, and was very disappointed when she stopped. Barbara stood up again, tossing the used towel in the direction of the hamper, took a fresh one from another rack, handed it to Kara and turned away. Kara obliged Barbara by doing for her what she had done for Kara, but lingering a little longer to explore every curve. By the time she was finished, Kara was certain that she knew every inch of Barbara's lean body. After Kara stood and tossed her towel aside, Barbara took her hand again and led her out of the bathroom.

They padded the short distance down the hall to Kara's room, she being a bit self-conscious about doing so in the nude. Her room was much like any normal young woman's room. Her desk was immaculately kept, everything in its proper place. The closet door was ajar, as was a drawer of her dresser, which had a shirt hanging from it. On top of the dresser were a few beauty supplies and a small mirror. Magazines and paperback romances could be seen here and there. But the thing that made her room different than most was the many posters and newspaper articles posted on her walls. Most of them featuring superheroines, including Batgirl and Supergirl. At the far wall, next to the window, was Kara's full sized bed.

Barbara pulled her inside, let go of Kara's hand again to close the door, leaned back against it. "Second," she said as she held up two fingers, "we brush the tangles out of our hair." She went to the dresser, grabbed a couple of brushes and handed one to Kara. They watched each other closely as they worked on straightening their respective blonde and red hair. Barbara looked excited, but Kara was extremely nervous. Barbara finished and waited patiently for Kara to. Her hair had been nearly impossible to manage since she woke up on Earth, always taking longer to brush because nothing manmade could cope with it. That's why she kept more than one brush around. They would break after only a few uses. Luckily, Kara was able to finish brushing her hair without this one doing the same, this time. Barbara took the brush from her and put it back on the dresser.

"And third," Barbara said as she put one arm around Kara while using her free hand to massage one of her breasts. Their lips met again for a second passion filled kiss. This one didn't last as long as before, Barbara quickly moving on to Kara's neck. She let out a deep sigh of pleasure as Barbara kissed that spot where her neck met her shoulder. Barbara pressed firmly against her chest, her right foot brushed past Kara's left. Kara got the subtle hint and let herself be guided backward to sit on the bed.

Kara leaned back on her arms and looked down to watch as Barbara began to suck on the breast that she had been caressing. She teased the nipple with the tip of her tongue, causing it to swell and harden. When she removed her mouth Kara could see that her nipple, now glistening with saliva, was a brighter shade of pink. Barbara began to suck on her other breast as she had the other. Kara sighed in contentment as the sensations in her chest shifted and fell. Barbara moved down also, kissing Kara's stomach, her tongue played with her bellybutton. Barbara, long since on her knees, pushed Kara's legs further apart. She kissed her inner thighs as her fingers tickled her blonde bush.

Then, Barbara was there. She kissed Kara's lower lips once, twice, and then ran her tongue across her labia. She licked up and down her slit, making Kara moan as her heat rose. Barbara found her clit and teased it with the tip of her tongue causing Kara to gasp. Kara's heart raced, her breath quickened, her cheeks and chest flushed as she was brought halfway to her peak. Barbara slipped two fingers into Kara's folds, stroking the moist inner walls of her vagina. She pulled them out and placed her dripping digits into her mouth, obviously enjoying the taste of Kara's juices.

Barbara's sticky fingers spread Kara's lower lips apart and pressed her face into her cunt. Her tongue stroked and darted in and out of Kara's inner regions while her thumb and forefinger pinched her clitoris. Kara watched the top of Barbara's head bob between her legs through a fog of ecstasy, swooning as her orgasm grew closer and closer. Her thoughts were only of Barbara, of how much she loved her, of how she wanted to please her in the same way. Suddenly, she climaxed. Kara threw her head back and clenched the sheets calling out, "Oh, Barbara!" Dimly she felt Barbara greedily lapping at her cunt.

Finally, Barbara got off her knees and sat on the bed, her hip brushing against Kara's. She brought Kara's head up, drawing in her lips for an intimate kiss. She could taste her own juices on Barbara's mouth, knowing the flavor well. Barbara broke the kiss to lay back on the bed, propped her head on the pillow and opened her toned legs. She smiled seductively and asked, "Would you like to go for number four?"

On both hands and one knee, her right foot being left on the floor, Kara slowly crept up her bed. Her apprehensions long since vanished, she looked dreamily into Barbara's beautiful blue eyes and said, "By Rao, yes." Kara began by nuzzling Barbara's neck, kissing the nape. As Barbara sighed from Kara's attentions, Kara climbed over her to lay on the other side of her. When she was comfortable, Kara stopped kissing her to look at her breasts. They looked different, she thought. The areolas around the nipples were a lighter brown now, and they had risen like tiny mounds on bigger mounds. The nipples themselves poked straight up from the centers.

Tentatively, Kara pinched and twisted the left nipple. Encouraged by Barbara's reaction, Kara squeezed it a little harder. Kara lowered her lips to Barbara's other breast, her hair falling lightly onto her chest, to trace the tip of her tongue in a circle over the areola. She noted the salty taste of sweat upon it. Kara then began to suckle Barbara's breast, curling her tongue around the nipple. She gently sucked for a few minutes, eliciting deep moans from Barbara. Pulling her mouth away from Barbara's breast with an audible pop, Kara paused to look at it again. The areola had become even lighter and more engorged than before, and the nipple was standing nearly an inch tall now.

Fascinated by this effect she'd had on Barbara's breast, Kara moved to do the same to the other one. As she did so, she moved the hand she had been using to caress it down Barbara's torso to cup her moistening cunt. Kara rubbed her palm against the silky folds, causing Barbara to moan more loudly and to murmur that she wanted to feel Kara's mouth there. Kara was anxious to obey, popping away from Barbara's second breast. She crawled backwards on the bed, positioning herself between Barbara's legs. Kara was awed at the sight before her. She amended her thought of seemingly a millennium ago. This was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

Kara ran the tips of her fingers along the slit, from bottom to top. Barbara's cunt quivered under her touch. Finding the hood that Barbara's clitoris was hiding beneath, Kara pulled it up with her thumb to reveal the throbing nub. Kara kissed it lightly before licking the labia with broad, flat strokes while stimulating the clit with her thumb. Barbara called out her satisfaction and urged Kara to give her more, to make her come. An idea sprung into the Argoan girl's mind. Kara had discovered a unique trick while experimenting with herself one lonely night a few months ago. Barbara was going to get more than she bargained for.

Kara slipped two fingers into Barbara's slick cunt. She slowly began to pump them in and out while flicking the erect clit with the tip of her tongue. Gradually Kara sped up her motions until her fingers and tongue moved super-humanly fast.

Barbara yelled, "Oh, God! Kara... don't... stop! Oh, God! OH YES!!" Barbara arched her back a foot off the bed, climaxing violently. Kara quickly moved to support her. Barbara's body shook for several seconds, maybe even a full minute, before she relaxed onto the bed again. Kara crawled back up the bed, propped her head up on her arm to look down on Barbara's enraptured face. She was gasping for breath, her brow was drenched with sweat, and her eyes were dancing behind their lids. As Kara awaited Barbara's return from her personal nirvana, she licked the juices coating her fingers, noting the taste of oranges mixed with honey.

After a few minutes, Barbara's eyes fluttered open. She looked into Kara's eyes, smiled, and said, "God, that was wonderful. My cunt still feels hot." She brushed her fingers across it, hissing. "It's tender, too. I think I'm going to need an ice pack."

"Did I hurt you?" Kara asked, becoming concerned. She could very easily have done so without realizing it.

"No, honey," Barbara reassured her, placing a hand on Kara's cheek. "It was great. Just do it a little slower next time, all right?"

"Okay," Kara promised. She ran her free hand across Barbara's torso to grasp her waist. As she did so, Kara had felt the muscles of her stomach spasm a little. Suddenly, she was reminded of something. "I forgot about our dinner downstairs," she said. "It's cold by now."

"We can warm it later," Barbara suggested. "Right now I just want to hold you for a while."

Kara and Barbara liad face to face and put their arms around each other. They lay in silence, looking deeply into each other's sky blue eyes. Ideas bounced around inside each of their minds of how they would like to spend the last few days of Spring break together. Of how they wanted to spend their time together in the future. But something had to be said first.

"I love you, Barbara."

"I love you too, Kara."

They shared another long kiss, and both girls vowed silently that it would not be their last.

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