Batgirl needed Dick.
Barbara Gordon grumbled as she continued to wait for the costumed hero Nightwing on the roof of her apartment. They had been close ever since they first worked together as teenagers, sharing a mutual yet unfulfilled crush on one another. But she never found time for her love life, between her studies in school and patrolling the night as Batgirl. And while she had been saving herself for Dick, he did not do the same. Barbara recalled one humiliating incident when she tried to surprise him at his dorm in college, only to hear another woman's moans of pleasure through the door. It had been so embarrassing for her as she fled the scene, and even moreso later that night when she couldn't stop herself from rubbing one out to those moans. Still, Dick was there for her when she needed him the most. When she was shot by the Joker, Dick was at her side at the hospital. And now that he had returned from a mysterious disappearance, he was ready for her, and she for him.
The night air was chilling. Her homemade costume wasn't quite suited for cold weather, especially since she was wearing nothing underneath her zipped leather jacket save for her special lingerie. Admittedly she had never gotten any use of it before, but hopefully tonight would be different.
An hour passed, followed by another. (Where the hell was he?) He had mentioned earlier that he would take a quick patrol, and keep an eye on that new museum exhibit, but surely it wouldn't take that long? And to think, she could be having another intense training session with the Black Canary. Dinah Lance had always put her through the most grueling exercises, and there were few things Barbara loved more than getting up close with the sweat-covered blonde...
(Whoa there, Babsie. Don't go there. She's your mentor. And your role model. You want to be her. Not... well, that.)
She waited one more hour before climbing back into her bedroom through the window. She kicked off her Doc Martens, and was in the process of removing her belt when a noise startled her.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"Just figured you could use some training tonight. Special training."
Out of the darkness stepped Barbara's mentor, the Black Canary, in her full costume, from the fishnets to the leader bodice and her black jacket. Barbara couldn't help but soak in the sight of her figure. There was something about Dinah that Barbara just couldn't resist staring at, as she feasted her eyes on blonde's athletic legs that went on forever, and her ample chest with breasts threatening to break free of tight bodice.
"W-what kind of training," Barbara stammered. (What is wrong with you? You're talking to your mentor, not some high school crush). "I have plans with Nightwing."
"Oh, Nightwing won't be coming. He got held up by Catwoman pulling a heist."
"What, is he okay?"
"Oh, he'll be fine. Catwoman put up a fight, but your boy got on top of her. Still, he's exhausted, and he won't be coming tonight."
"So what kind of training do you have in mind, then? I don't know if I'm ready-"
"Let's just say, us ladies of the Justice League take good care of each other. And it sounds like somebody needs to take care of you."
With that Dinah stepped forward and planted a slow, sensual kiss on Barbara. Taken back for just a second, Barbara leaned in to reciprocate and was rewarded with the sensation of Dinah's tongue in her mouth. Distracted, Barbara didn't even notice that Dinah had unzipped Barbara's purple jacket, revealing her B-cup breasts, covered by a black bra that she had picked out specifically for tonight. Nor was Barbara prepared when Dinah shoved her onto the bed.
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Dinah Lance casually slipped off her jacket and undid the laces of her bodice. She made quick work of the rest of her outfit, her ample bosom exposed and wanting. The fishnets were the last to go. Everyone loved the fishnets. Men drooled over them, and Dinah had caught Batgirl staring at her legs on more than one occasion. Dinah wondered if this was Barbara's first time with a woman, or even with anyone at all. She'd find out soon enough. Since the first day they had met, Dinah had always suspected that the teen had admired her more than just for her kickass attitude. Being only seven years senior to the now 21-year-old and having witnessed the sidekick's boyfriend rail Catwoman hard earlier, Dinah felt no guilt in having her way with her redhead admirer.
She had her little apprentice right where she wanted her. The redhead was quite adorable, taken by the sight of her ample orbs, with a nervous yet lustful awe in her eyes. On all fours, Dinah crawled on the bed over the timid redhead. She leaned her head down for another kiss, to relax the scared girl, all while slipping her hands behind Babs to remove her jacket. Moving on down, she planted a string of kisses down her body until her hands reached the top of her pants. Smoothly, she undid the button, and slid her pants from her legs, leaving a few more light kisses along the younger woman's inner thigh in the process.
Dinah crawled back on top of the redhead, straddling her and kissing her once again. Gently placing her hands behind the masked girl's head, she pulled her up to her chest. The redhead immediately went to work, sucking and tonguing the blonde bombshell's impressive orbs. Meanwhile, Dinah reached her arm around Barbara's back, and undid the clasp of her bra, finally exposing the redhead's small and perky tits. Dinah took hold of Barbara's arms, pinning them above her head. With the bra, she tied the Barbara's arms to the bed's headboard, startling the girl.
"It's okay," Dinah assured her. "Don't want you squirming too much from what I'm about to do to you."
Dinah took her junior partner's breasts into her mouth, one after another, giving her just a small taste of rough play with her teeth. A few moans and a gasp followed, and Dinah knew she had Barbara right on track. As she made her way down the younger woman's body once again, the redhead parted her legs, seemingly on instinct.
(She's got it bad), Dinah thought to herself. She lowered her head between the welcoming legs, and could already smell the college girl's arousal through her black panties. (They must be soaked with her wetness already). Dinah gave the covered hole a sensuous lick through the thin fabric, and immediately rewarded with an almost uncharacteristic squeal.
