Then a hand rested gently on her right knee. In a superhuman effort of self control Batgirl managed not to flinch at the touch, somehow maintaining her pretence of sleep. But as the hand rose up a little and fingers began to push down between her thighs, she couldn't help but let her legs open a little, inviting the fingers to explore deeper across her taut, smooth skin. Hard as she'd tried, she knew that her breathing was starting to get a ragged, but the presence next to her said nothing and Batgirl kept her eyes shut. Her whole focus was now on the fingers as they explored her sensitive skin before beginning to rub up and down her inner thigh, each stroke getting higher and higher.
She could feel her body tension winding up as the fingers rose nearer and nearer to her exposed pussy, easing up the useless hospital gown higher with each stroke. She knew that she was sweating with anticipation as her pussy waited on tenterhooks for that first touch. It was almost impossible to stop the little sighs of pleasure that had been building up. And then they arrived! The fingertips finally pushing up against the side of her swollen slit. For a delicious moment they paused before skirting the deep dark valley that was now aching to be invaded and running up over her curly brown bush.
Batgirl's legs had tensed at that first touch and she'd stopped breathing, but she almost groaned in disappointment as the fingers bypassed her oily wet slit and contented themselves with rummaging around in her pubic hair. It was nice and soothing, but not what she needed now that her body was awash with sexual excitement. She desperately wanted them to drop down and was on the verge of opening her eyes and pleading when they seemed instinctively to know that they'd waited long enough and with a sigh of pleasure finally escaping her lips she felt a finger begin to drop down to her slit. It began to ease its way between the soft lips, sending a minor shockwave through her as it slipped passed her clit and began to tease open the skin covering her hot vagina. Batgirl's eyes were now tight shut as she positively willed the finger go deeper. To slide between the tense muscles guarding her inner lair. To fuck her.
But it paused for a moment again and Batgirl was almost beside herself as she wondered how long she'd be teased this time, but then it suddenly darted forward, forcing it's way deep inside her hot , wet cavern!
No sooner had Batgirl dealt with the wonderful feelings that her penetrated vagina was signalling, than the finger began to withdraw again. Batgirl could have cried! But not for long as she felt a second finger nosing its way up to her pink entrance and easing itself in to join its companion. This time Batgirl really did have to moan with pleasure as she soared, her whole body tense with a wonderful excitement!
The two fingers wriggled about inside her for a few minutes triggering a whole new series of minor pleasure waves, before getting down to business and joining firmly together to begin to drive rhythmically backwards and forwards inside her, causing Batgirl's hips to squirm in response and her legs to widen further to invite even deeper thrusts. It was so incredibly exciting as Batgirl fought hard to retain control. She knew that she didn't want to give in too quickly, to make it seem so easy, but she also knew that she was fighting a losing battle against her approaching climax and when a she felt a thumb begin searching for her clit she almost lost it at the first touch!
But then the tantalising fingers paused and the thumb appeared to hover. Batgirl would have screamed if she'd had the breath. She was right on the edge. it was almost painful to be so close. Her eyes were still tight shut as she gasped out a plea.
"For Christ's sake Catgirl, finish me! I .... really ..... can't ...... aaaaaaaaaaggghhh"
Her words were cut off by a very girlish chuckle, just as the fingers began to drive hard backwards and forwards again and the thumb finally descended onto Batgirl's clit, sending her into orbit as the massive orgasm finally coursed through her to relieve the almost unbearable tension that had wracked her lithe body.
It was literally minutes afterwards before Batgirl could bring herself down and face reality. She finally opened her eyes to stare up into the cherubic features of Catgirl, standing above her and grinning down. She was dressed in 'civvies'. A simple white stretch top that emphasized her shapely bosom and the black bra that was clearly visible underneath. Below that was a short denim skirt that just about reached the top of her thighs. 'Oh, she's dressed quite conservatively today!' thought Batgirl dreamily.
"Morning Batgirl!" Catgirl announced cheerily, "I just so love to see you wake up to your morning orgasm. You look to be in such pain! Most of us just enjoy it you know."
2 - Sister Allison
Batgirl resisted the urge to kick out at her. Firstly she didn't have her strength back yet and secondly, Catgirl's fingers were still resting deep inside her vagina. As if to emphasize the point Catgirl wiggled them about a bit, causing Batgirl to suck in air as her pussy signalled its renewed interest.
Batgirl's eyes quickly took in the rest of the room. It was a private room in one of Gotham City Hospital's major trauma wards, courtesy of her rich benefactor Bruce Wayne, or Batman as Batgirl preferred to think about him. They were alone apart from some equipment set up behind her bed that bleeped occasionally. Long thin wires extended down from alongside Batgirl's head and disappeared inside the top of her gown.
"Oh God...." she started to say as realisation crept in and then they both gave a start as they heard the door handle turning. Like greased lightning, Catgirl's fingers slipped out of her, and she'd managed to drag back the sheet over Batgirl's reclining form just as a white dressed woman walked in.
It was Ward Sister Allison, and she wasn't best pleased to see Catgirl there, who now stood next to the bed, hands behind her back and trying to look as innocent as possible.
"Holly Robinson! What in the blue blazes are you doing here!? I gave strict instructions that you weren't to be allowed in this morning!" Then her eyes caught Batgirl's flushed cheeks and her lips pursed and she took a deep breath, "If you've been interfering with my patient again and messed up the test monitoring Holly, I swear that I'll swing for you!"
Catgirl took a pace or two away from the bed and, more importantly, away from Sister Allison.
"Right then Batg......I mean Barbara, I think I'll be getting off then," she said nervously as her retreat to the door quickened as Sister Allison took a step towards her, "I'll errr be back after lunch to pick you up then."
As she reached the door, Batgirl remembered something and shouted after her "Don't forget my clothes Holly," she took a quick glance at the Sister's stern features, ".... and make sure that they're decent!"
Sister Allison watched Catgirl's departure with hands on hips, before 'tut-tutting' a couple of times as she turned to pick up a clipboard from the end of the bed. She scanned the writing before stepping round the bed to look at the monitoring equipment. Batgirl cringed as she heard her take a deep breath.
"Oh dear Barbara Gordon...........," she said sadly, "This won't do. ......this won't do at all. If the doctors see these blood pressure readings, they'll be carting you back into Intensive Care again!"
Batgirl had to switch back into civilian mode at the mention of her real name and was beginning to feel like a truant at school as the Sister turned round again, but she needn't have worried. The stern expression soon gave way to a broad grin. Sister Allison and her staff had looked after her continuously ever since she'd first arrived on the ward over seven months ago and Batgirl and the Sister had become quite close. Batgirl knew that her bark was way worse than her bite and, although feeling a bit guilty at having messed up the tests, she smiled warmly back as the Sister approached.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you young lady," she laughed, "here we are trying to get rid of you and you're doing your best to get kept in!"
Batgirl's eyebrows raised at the words, "Hey, what's with the 'young lady' bit?! You're not exactly an aged old crusty are you?" she said in protest.
It was true, Sister Allison was only in her early-thirties, but she had a husband and a couple of young children, which Batgirl knew meant that she felt that she could 'mother' her patient a bit. But the tight uniform with its flared white hem just below the knee, sensible shoes and broad blue belt around her waist didn't particularly hide a very attractive and trim figure which Batgirl had admired more than once while whiling away her recovery days.
"Right, " said Sister Allison purposefully, looking at her fob watch "pull the top of your gown down and we'll get you re-wired up to the monitors. There's just time before the doctor's round at eleven to get a new set of readings...., " she paused for a moment, fixing Batgirl with a knowing smile, " ....then no-one need know about your morning exercises need they!"
Batgirl sat up and began to struggle with the fastenings behind her back. 'Why oh why,' she thought in sudden irritation 'did hospital gowns have to be made so difficult to unfasten!'
Sister Allison had reset the equipment, when she saw Batgirl's struggles, she wafted batgirl's hands aside, undid the top fasteners and began to slide the top of the gown down Batgirl's chest revealing the monitoring wires and their taped on terminals at strategic points on her chest, and two gorgeous looking breasts. Batgirl glanced down and saw how perky they were after Catgirl's recent attention, and she noted that Sister Allison too was giving them more attention than normal.
