Day two of Kara's interesting circumstances saw Lena playing hookie, as she worked tirelessly to reverse the effects of their new discovery. Kara, on the other hand, was stuck in a mental loop of explicit fantasies of her best friend, sporting a rigid cock for most of the day. Lena's nonchalance about the situation kept the blonde at ease, and she worried far less about offending the CEO. They sat in the lounge, Lena on the floor in front of the couch, her notes spread across the coffee table; and Kara on the couch behind her, simply watching the CEO work
Currently, she was imagining what it would be like to spread the brunette across the table she was working at, hooking an arm under each leg as she raised them onto her shoulders, before diving in to taste the juices on offer. She'd lap at the succulent lips, savoring every drop of arousal the CEO could possibly offer; before suckling at a stiff and sensitive clit, watching as her friend's body vibrated with pleasure. She'd reach up to cup hefty breasts, pinching at turgid nipples hard enough to make them bruise. Fantasy Lena adored the pain, welcomed it, even. When done winding the woman up, she'd raise herself to full-height, and drive her cock deep into that sopping pussy; not worrying about the roughness of the act, Lena would adjust. She imagined grabbing flailing wrists, and using them to pull the woman's whole body down the table, thus impaling her fully. Her cock twitched at the mental imagery.
Her mind conjured sounds that would make a pornstar blush; mewls and keening whines. Lena begging unabashedly, using Kara's hold on her wrists as leverage to drive the blonde deeper. Grunts and groans that formed in the back of her throat, rasping out through partially opened lips. Kara would lean forward, closing a hand around the woman's throat. She didn't need to be careful, didn't need to worry about her strength; something told her she couldn't hurt Lena if she tried. Moans turned into gasps as the brunette's air supply was cut off, but they were still gasps of pleasure; Kara could tell by the fact that the CEO only became more frantic in her desire to be filled by her friend, dragging herself down the rigid prick with more force and speed.
Outside of her fantasy, Kara could feel the pre-cum dampen her boxers, and knew that if she let the fantasy continue, she wouldn't need to touch herself to get off. Luckily, Lena was trying to get her attention, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, and a knowing smirk.
"Uh...what?"
"What're you thinking about?" the mischief lacing her friend's words told her she'd definitely been caught; and a quick glance down - after Lena had done the same - provided evidence in the form of a straining cock, and a small wet patch where the head clearly rested. She blushed deeply, random erections were one thing, but fantasizing to the point of near-climax, in front of the person you're fantasizing about; was completely different
"Um...nothing?" She tried, hoping desperately that Lena would let it go. But the ever-inquisitive brunette couldn't let it slide, even if she wanted to
"Clearly, you're lying. And you're terrible at it, by the way. Tell me" She had turned her body to face the blonde as she spoke, and the commanding tone made Kara shiver slightly
"Well...um...I was...uh...thinking about sex" She hung her head in shame as the sentence trailed off. Lena just seemed highly amused by the situation
"Oh, and who is it that gets you so hot-and-bothered that you nearly climax just thinking about them?" she crossed her arms over her chest in a show of false confidence. The more time they spent together like this, the more she realized that there was a lot more to the crush she'd developed on the blonde; she felt she'd be quite devastated if her friend said any name other than hers
"Lena, trust me, you don't want to know. Just...it'll make things awkward, and I really don't want that. I don't want to put that pressure on you..." Kara realized a little too late, that her response all-but screamed 'you! I was thinking about you!'. Lena seemed shell-shocked for a moment, but it was quickly replaced with a wicked grin
"So, what you're trying to not say - and failing at - is, me?" She crawled up onto the couch as she spoke, thrilled that it was her that got her friend so worked up. Kara flinched back slightly, she hadn't anticipated this reaction; rejection, yes, even understanding acceptance. But not a suddenly predatory-looking brunette, crawling along the couch. She made to stand, trying to get away from the woman who currently reminded her of a black panther, gleaming green eyes and all; but the CEO stopped her by mounting her lap, straddling her to keep her in place. Sure, she could still get up, but she could feel the warmth of Lena's pussy against her already stiff dick, even through the woman's thin pajama pants; and that short-circuited her brain so quickly she almost forgot what was happening. Lena leaned in a little closer to huskily whisper
"Tell me, what were you thinking of doing to me?" Kara gulped, her throat and mouth suddenly drier than the Sahara desert. She weighed up the pros and cons of just telling the truth, quickly deciding that the truth might just lead to some much-needed relief. Her deepened voice came out raspily enough to be considered a growl, and Lena's shuddering reaction told her that was a good thing
"I was thinking of laying you out on that table, after tearing your clothes off of you. I'd pull your legs onto my shoulders and press my mouth to your pussy, licking every inch of it, pushing inside you just to make you squirm." Somewhere along the way, Lena had started grinding on her lap, rocking against the hard flesh of Kara's straining manhood. Kara had to bring out the Supergirl persona just to maintain her composure, the dominant side of her personality far more equipped to deal with the situation.
"I'd work you up enough to have you dripping, have you pawing at my hair and clawing at my shoulders. When I'm satisfied with how turned-on you are, I'd pull away, and drive my cock into you instead." Lena moaned as her pace increased, Kara hadn't noticed the brunette slip a hand beneath her waistband, but she could feel it, rubbing the length of her shaft as the CEO continued to thrust against her. Kara was so close, she could feel the coil winding tight at the base of her abdomen. She sucked in some air as she tried to calm herself, she didn't want to cum before Lena
"It wouldn't be gentle. I'd grab your wrists, and pull you down onto me. I'd impale you, hard and fast, and you'd love every second of it." Lena was already loving every second of it. Her fingertips worked her clit expertly, the feel of Kara's length rubbing against her had her on the brink already, and she was quite sure this would be the quickest, and most explosive orgasm she'd ever experienced. Kara for her part, managed to remain in control of the situation, keeping a facade of dominant confidence, even as she felt her orgasm approach.
"Then, when you were begging, when you were practically crying for me to fuck you harder, I'd lean forward and place my hand on your throat; not to hurt you, just enough to make it hard to breathe." Little did Kara know, erotic asphyxiation was one of Lena's ultimate fantasies. On top of that, hearing the blonde swear was somehow the most insanely sensual thing she'd ever heard, and she wildly increased her pace in response
"I'd fuck you even harder, pounding you to the point that you bruise; increasing the pressure on your throat just slightly, enough to cut off that last little bit of oxygen. You'd squeal, you'd scream, you'd cum hard as I impaled you again and again, harder and faster until you can't even move anymore. After you're done, I'd cum inside you, just to show you that you're mine, that you belong to me, and me alone" The genuine growl Kara let out as she voiced her possessive side, finally drove Lena off the cliff. She bucked against the boxer-clad dick as she came violently, squirting for the first time in her life, and thoroughly soaking both her underwear and her pants. Kara thrust upwards twice, before her composure slipped, and she moaned into an orgasm of her own, burying her face in brown locks as she shuddered.
The pair sat quietly as they regained their breath; Kara leaning back into the soft couch, Lena slumped against her front. Neither were intending to move anytime soon, their mutual orgasms wiping them out completely. Eventually, Lena shuffled back slightly to look at the blonde
"So, that happened..." Kara nodded, unsure of what she could possibly say in response. Lena sighed
"Kara, I hope you're not worried about this impacting our friendship?" Kara hung her head, that was exactly what she was worried about. Lena slumped forward once again, letting out another sigh of sheer exasperation.
"You're an idiot, Kara Danvers. Whether you want this to be a one-time thing, or to try for something more, it's not going to change how things are. You're my best friend, I have no intention of letting that go; and you know how stubborn I can get." She tilted her head to look into Kara's eyes, hoping she could successfully ease the blonde's doubts. After a few moments, Kara seemed to contemplate something
"What do you want? Everything you just said was about me, and what I want to do with this, but what about you?" Lena straightened once more. She was an adept liar, but Kara's previous honesty was reason enough for her to just tell the truth
"I'd love to try something more. I've adored you as long as I've known you, Kara; there's nothing I'd like more than to see what we would become. And if we don't make it, that's fine; I'll still be here for you, as much as I'm able. But I need to know what you want, because I won't push for something if you don't feel the same" The crinkle formed at the bridge of Kara's nose, as she mulled over the words, and possible ramifications of trying something serious with Lena. If she was honest, she'd love to alter the dynamic, but the fear of losing their current relationship was still weighing heavily on her.
"I...I have to think about it. Don't get me wrong, ideally I'd be ecstatic to try something more romantic with you. But I've lost a lot of people, and you're one of the only ones I trust implicitly, so the idea of losing you at all - even if you say I won't - is kinda terrifying. Are you ok with giving me a little time?" Lena softened, the blonde was so sweet and genuinely concerned.
"You're adorkable, of course I am. Like I said, I don't want to push for anything. If it's not something you're willing to pursue, don't. I won't hold it against you." She leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against Kara's nose, lingering a moment simply to enjoy the closeness.
"In the meantime, though, that's the first time I've ever experienced such an intense orgasm; and I feel all sticky now, so I'm gonna go shower." She pecked the blonde's cheek as she removed herself from her lap, giggling slightly at the rather huge damp patch on the front of Kara's boxers. The blonde blushed beautifully at the idea of giving Lena such intense pleasure, before she made her way to the second bathroom to clean herself up.
This whole thing may be weird, but at least it was a fun kind of weird.