All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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Barbara Gordon reclined on the mountain of pillows on Bruce's bed and hungrily fingered her pussy. Two of her digits where buried in her slit to the third knuckle and those, along with most of her hand, was sticky with her own juices. Still, despite her efforts, orgasm refused to come and she finally relaxed and brought her hips back down until her shapely ass was back on the mattress. With a heavy and exasperated sigh she removed her hand from between her legs and gently began to suck and lick it clean. It would not do to go around the mansion and the grounds with a hand smelling of sex. Finally, she kicked off the bottoms of her pajamas, as well as her moistened panties, and padded bare foot toward the mammoth shower in Bruce's private bath.
"It's all her fault," she sulked and lashed out with her other hand at the door frame and smiled as the wood splintered. Maybe the shower would help her forget about Selina Kyle being in the mansion, or Batman's preoccupation with the simmering gang war between Boss Maroni and Two-Face.
Selina had been watching the little red headed piece of jail bait through a crack between the double doors of the master bedroom. The sight of those soft young hips and that tight little muff trying to get one off had gotten her own body responding in ways that she had begun to think never could happen again after what Two-Face had subjected her too. Most of that night had been a blur as her mind tried to block out the memory of her coerced sex with a gun-wielding madman. Being brought back to the Batcave and given a thorough exam by the competent and professional Alfred Pennyworth had revealed that no permanent damage had been done and that there was little likelihood of her having been gotten pregnant for her ordeal. Selina had not cared for the way that the two men had bandied about the word 'rape', because it implied that she had been victimized. Having been installed in a suite of rooms here in the Wayne Mansion under a sort of loose house arrest had been the worst part. As Catwoman she was used to going where she wanted and doing what, and whoever, she wanted. Now all she had to do to occupy her mind was watch Bruce Wayne's little piece of ass trying to rub one off, or take another walk around the grounds. It was enough to drive her very nearly insane. Although fantasizing about finally landing in the sack with her hero-crush was beginning to come in as a third option. Maybe she and the little red head could make some fun of their own and get Bruce out of that damned cave below the house and into one - or both - of theirs. . .
Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, was indeed brooding down in his high tech hideout looking for a pattern to emerge in the war that was building between Maroni and Harvey Dent. He had taken Selina Kyle under his protection because the whole East End of Gotham was fast becoming a war zone and she was not up to protecting the people by herself. Not when you considered that Maroni and Dent were prepared to burn down the entire area in their attempts to kill one another. Dent had already captured and raped Selina. The only thing that had spared her a bullet had been the toss of a 'lucky' coin. Literally. As a result of that he had been making several alterations to the Catwoman's apartment / lair, as well as upgrading her costume and fashioning her some tools and new weapons to help her out. He did not intend to keep her here forever. He could not afford to. Barbara was already acting put out by another woman being under the same roof with the two of them. Not to mention the simmering sexual tension around Selina which made some little piece of him want to just fuck the shit out of her. . .
The shower had felt great and loosened her up. Barbara toweled off until her skin was warm and dry and then thought about opening the curtains in the master bedroom and lying out across the bed in nothing but her skin and enjoying the warm sun. Maybe, her body would cooperate this time and give her the orgasm she needed. If she decided to try and masturbate again. Looking down the length of her body she noticed that her pubic hair could do with a trimming - a lot of girls were grooming it up nowadays - and she reached above the sink for a small pair of scissors she kept there. Her roommate at college had once confessed, after a couple too many beers, that hers was as bald as the day she was born, and that her boyfriend could not seem to get enough of eating it, or fucking it. Somehow though, Barbara doubted very much that Bruce Wayne was going to jump at the chance to fuck someone that barely looked older than a twelve year old if he found her sprawled out across his bed and willing to give it up. After all, her tits had never gotten any bigger after she had turned fifteen and with a shaven pussy it would look as though she were not but a girl going through puberty. Walking out into the bedroom after cleaning up the small pile of hair she had made, Barbara fell across the bed and closed her eyes. Her hand was already pinned underneath her and, knowing that she still needed a release, her fingers found her slit and began moving of their own accord.
Selina was hiding behind the same dressing screen that Barbara had concealed herself behind when she had first appeared and begun having sex with Bruce. Sure, there had only been the one time - so far - but Selina could not have known that and she watched as the younger woman began masturbating again.
"Shit," she whispered to herself. "This one has got it bad."
A small bag lay open at her feet. Inside it were a few things she used on herself to let off steam when she needed to. It wasn't like Holly was around anymore to help her with that when she needed it. Maybe she could help Bruce's little girlfriend and then the two of them could focus on him. Deciding on a course of action, Selina grabbed up the bag as she rounded the screen and crossed the room, silently, toward that bed and the girl that was upon it.
Barbara felt the bed shift but neither stopped what she was doing, nor bothered to open her eyes. She did not care if Bruce caught her jerking off! It was not as though he were making a conscious effort to please her and address her physical needs since he had taken in Selina Kyle. Besides, the first small stirrings of orgasm had begun building somewhere deep inside of her and she needed her release.
"Do not roll over and do not open your eyes." Came a woman's voice from somewhere over her shoulder.
Barbara froze and stiffened up. What was she doing in the room? She had two fingers back in her vagina and had been grinding her mount against her hand. Sometimes doing this while flat on her stomach with a hand trapped between her legs was the surest way of getting off.
"Just relax. If I had wanted to hurt you I would have already done so. Probably while you were in the bathroom trimming your bush." Selina chuckled at letting the girl know just how long she had been being watched and her obvious consternation at the idea that her shower, and her earlier attempts to get off might have been seen as well. "Nice job, by the way. Red is not one of my favorite colors, but you bring it off well."
Barbara slowly removed her hand from between her legs and shifted enough that it was no longer trapped underneath her body. Sadly enough her own orgasm had dried up at the sound of Selina's voice and she had the strange feeling that she was not going to get off any time today. That realization only made her moodier and she found herself wanting to hit something. She rolled over in a flash, opening her eyes and aiming a fist for the sound of that tormenting voice! When she hit nothing but air, she was disappointed. Selina had rolled completely off of the bed and was sitting in a deep crouch and ready to retaliate.
"Someone does not know how to take direction," she pouted. "All I wanted to do was help you out."
Barbara saw the small bag then and recognized some of the toys that were inside of it. She had never done anything with those sorts of things and had developed a disdain for young women that could not manage to pleasure themselves without using them. Her fingers and her imagination had been good enough since she was fourteen. Still. She would have been lying to herself if she had not admitted to being even the smallest bit curious about the 'other' lifestyle. She was in college after all. And being a major in library and computer sciences meant that most of her classes were filled with the lass than glamorous sort of girls that might have been willing to try it - if they were not already lesbians.
