Selina awoke. The shiny pink satin of her short nightie flowed over her body in an ever-lasting caress as she sat up, her silk sheets falling away, revealing the luscious curvature of her flesh to the night. And to one watcher.
Selina strained her eyes, as irritated as any cat with their nap interrupted, to see the intruder. He was shirtless, jeans and workboots covering his lower body, muscles covering all the flesh she could see. Despite that, he'd been stealthy enough to get through her own security system and past her usually keen senses until he was standing at the foot of her bed, arms steepled on her bedposts.
"You picked the exact wrong apartment to break into," she told him. "But I always enjoy seeing a nice set of abs. So why don't you take a hike and we'll call it even?"
"I have a standing invitation, kitten—"
"
Nobody
calls me kitten," Selina cut him off angrily.
He grinned smugly; a familiar expression on an unfamiliar face. "Nobody but me."
Selina canted her head. He looked familiar now too. Those eyes, that stubble. There should've been wrinkles, white hair, but she'd seen enough pictures of Ted Grant in the middle of his title reign to almost recognize this man. "
Ted?
"
"The one and only, kitten."
Selina slipped out of bed, not caring that her nightie rode up over her hips, flashing her pink panties before the hem fell back around her thighs. "What the hell happened to you?"
"I died. Does wonders for the complexion, huh?" Spryly, Ted leapt up onto her footboard. He balanced on it with ease. His body lithe, moving easily, as agile as Selina's was. "Went all peaceful like, in my sleep. And you know how it is with cats. I'm on my next life now. Only this time I get to skip puberty. I'm a regular Joe College again!"
Selina ran her fingers through her short hair, tamping it down into presentability in an unconscious gesture. "And the first thought you had was to interrupt my sleep?"
He smiled widely. Flashing a mouthful of pristine teeth. "That's what I like about you, kitten. Your priorities. Nah, I thought that for the first time since I trained ya, I've got the legs to go all nine rounds. So let's see how much ya remember of the sweet science."
"In the middle of the night?"
Ted jumped down onto the floor in front of her, his dukes swiftly raised. "Isn't that when any cat's got to play?"
He lashed out with a jab—Selina winced back—he checked it before he hit her, but the wind of the blow broke against her face like a taunt.
"C'mon, kitten... protect yourself... don't let the other guy get any cheap shots outta ya!"
Selina's fists jumped up, guarding her face, and she hunched into a boxing stance. Ted jabbed again, not hard. Her defense ate the blows with barely a sting.
"So what's the plan, besides costing me my beauty sleep?" Selina asked.
"Ah, you're the last dame that needs beauty sleep, kitten."
Selina persisted: "Go for the belt again? Try for the JLA? Move to Gotham and show Batman how it's done?"
He gave her a jab that gently caressed her chin, then followed it with a hook that he held in place, still as a statue, an inch under her jaw. "Nah. I'm going to live life, not stay stuck in the past. See what comes. If the Titans want me or if I'm back on the JSA, I'll go where the wind blows me. Only this time I ain't wasting any hours jawing and worrying. Much better to make love to dames."
"No one call it that anymore, Ted," Selina said before launching a barrage, left jabs and right hand counter-punches, all breaking against his defense like waves on the shore.
Ted grinned, like her heartfelt punches were a joke she was telling him. "Sorry. Fucking dames."
Selina put real power into the punches. Ted danced: juking and diving underneath her pistoning fists. "Be careful. You know I was your best student!"
The next punch she threw, Ted caught. Before Selina could do anything with her off-hand, Ted pulled on her arm and twisted her around, catching her in an embrace. Selina sensed his hands down at her midsection, holding her tight, getting a good feel of her satin and the warm skin underneath.
"Yeah, real good," Ted breathed.
He wasn't like any lover Selina had ever known... not even himself. He had the assurance of his old age, but he was not rough. And although he was plenty eager in his youthfulness, there was no rush, no hurry. Only a prolonged anticipation he was keen to savor.
When he brushed her shoulder strap down her arm, Selina did not feel like she was being stripped or even undressed. It was more like he was curious what her slender shoulder would look like when there was nothing to be seen but bare flesh.
Then he pulled back on her hair. Not rough, but powerful. She went along with it, more from the inexorable way he imposed his will on her than from the force.
Ted watched the interplay of the supple muscles under her graceful neck—how they stirred faintly, like violin strings, all down her back and along her shoulder. Even her bicep vibrated a little.
He kissed her shoulder like he was trying to pin those shudders down, one by one, and Selina found herself trembling like a leaf, soft tears welling in her eyes. He was so gentle with her, yet she could feel the power in his musclebound body—sense the burgeoning of his erection behind her pert buttocks, like his body and hers were two magnets being drawn together.
She looked down past her shoulder and saw the monstrous bulge in his jeans. It was amazingly big and it belonged to her mentor, her teacher, the subject of her first, schoolgirl crush. The first man she'd met worthy of her lust. And now this man was younger than she was. An erection with all the eagerness of a virgin, but none of the awkwardness. He knew exactly how to use it, yet Selina would be like the first woman to ever enjoy it.
"Take it out," Ted said in her ear, his voice rough and raspy and so boyish it made her want to blush. "See if it fits inside those beautiful lips."
From deep within, Selina felt herself overpowered—pushed onward by an irresistible force. She reached for his bulge... her touch shied away... it came instead to his zipper, with none of the fumbling gropes that would risk actually connecting her hand to his manhood... she pulled the zipper down and his cock lurched out. Every little tooth of his fly that she undid brought his prick closer and closer to her hand, her touch, knowing what it felt like.
The smell of raw, gamey flesh fluttered up to her nostrils. She couldn't dull her senses; she had to smell the chemicals that would go inside her, make a reaction out of her. Selina felt heady. Her eyes crossed. Ted ushered her to her knees just before she could fall down.
His member towered over her. Selina felt woozy looking at it, like she was a day without sleep and it was a soft bed. But the insistent pulse inside her cunt promised no rest. It whipped her on. She couldn't deny it.
Her tongue trembled out, touching the air around his prick, then its collar. Selina got the smallest taste of its musk, which already permeated the air and soaked into her lungs. It was nearly too much for her. Her eyes flickered upward. A part of her wanted to surrender to him: on her back, legs in the air, him on top of her... Selina letting herself be fucked.
It would be like a wild, wonderful dream. All she would have to do was survive it.
But no. She didn't want to be a punching bag. She wanted to go nine rounds with him, blow for blow. His youth might make him a match for her, but it wouldn't make Ted her superior.
"Lick me," he said, his voice still so rough even when youth had made it smooth. "Taste me. See what my cock is like when it's
fresh.
"
Then Selina was licking him, licking his cock. Tasting a man old enough to be her father and young enough to be her brother. As crazy as the thought was, she enjoyed it. She felt warm... electric... sensual.