It was all Alex's fault, really. She'd had the bright idea to link Supergirl's earpiece from the DEO servers to the telephone system, so with some classic phone phreaking (which Kara could do with her lips) she could call people up on it. And so, before going to fight Metallo, she'd made sure to call Lena and break their date for that evening.
Well, maybe it was Superman's fault. He'd been saving a satellite which just happened to be right overhead, and then had popped in to help out. He even offered to cart Metallo off to Blackgate. Which meant Kara was totally free to keep her date.
Of course, Kara herself was the one who'd thought to, instead of calling ahead and putting the date back on, simply show up at Lena's place and surprise her.
She liked blaming Alex and Clark more, though. They were good people. They'd put up with it.
She tried the lock, found it open—there wasn't much need otherwise in a penthouse apartment—and let herself in. There was music coming from the entertainment room and, after shedding her coat and putting it up on the hall tree, Kara wandered over to see Lena.
When she got to the entertainment room, Lena was unsurprisingly sitting on the couch, watching the TV, her back to the doorway and Kara. What was surprising was the OLED television. Supergirl was on it.
It took Kara a moment to realize it wasn't her, just some woman with a remarkable resemblance to her, wearing a high-end replica of her costume. Kara knew she had lookalikes—there were about eight in National City that did a brisk trade showing up at birthday parties and such—but the idea that there was someone who looked that much like her made her worry what would happen if she started wearing glasses.
'Supergirl's' legs began to move, her ass swaying from side to side, flicking her skirt like a whip. She raised her arms, stretching her body tautly. Slowly, she began moving. Then she twirled, the loose skirt flying out to give the camera a shot of her ass. She wasn't wearing panties.
"Oh my God!" Kara cried. This was... that was... Lena was watching a...
"Oh my God!" Lena replied, having turned around and seen Kara standing there. She fumbled for the remote on the coffee table, but there were about six of them and all that the one she picked up did was start a Spanish soccer game playing on the radio.
On the TV, Supergirl threw herself against the wall behind her, arching her back so her ass thrust out from under her rising skirt. It was creamy and smooth, making Kara distantly hope her own looked like that.
"I was just..." Lena began, scrambling for another remote. "There was a—it's a free weekend, on the cable, and this was playing on the, the thing... Outlander was on before that and I was watching that and then I started reading and I just left the TV on because when you get a new plasma TV you're supposed to watch it full-screen for a hundred hours so that the, the plasma settles..."
Kara crossed her arms as Lena continued. She'd heard that canard about preventing plasma burn-in, but she doubted that was why her double was on the screen, bending over, pulling her asscheek apart to reveal a sweet pink asshole. "What were you reading?"
"The, ah, the." Lena reached into her pocket. "My phone."
"Your phone?"
"Yes. I have books on my phone," Lena said. "Lots of people have books on their phones."
Kara looked at the screen again. "Oh my God!"
Supergirl had fallen to the floor and spread her legs high and wide. She felt for her cunt-lips, spreading them wide apart until her sex gaped. Her pinkness glistened with arousal that had to come from a spritzer bottle or something—no one got that turned on just from doing some belly-dance.
"Do they really think that Supergirl... I mean, that that's how she would..." Kara gestured to the screen. "I mean, there's sexy and then there's having some class, you know."
"Yes!" Lena said, hunting for the right remote control again. "Exactly, exactly, it is shameful the way they portray a strong, independent woman like Supergirl..."
"Lena," Kara said, trying to keep her eyes off Supergirl as she rolled over onto her belly, arching her ass high into the air. "I don't mind, you know. I broke our date."
"Yes! You did!" Lena said, finally coming on the right remote and pressing pause. Supergirl was frozen in place, just after she'd spread her asscheeks wide, pulling them until they stretched far apart as she rose to her knees. Her asshole was relaxed now, tantalizing the viewer with a literally open invitation. "What happened to having to work late?"
"Someone else offered to cover me," Kara replied stiffly. It was hard to come up with excuses when you were being presented with photographic evidence that someone had vividly imagined what your anus looked like. "And I thought I'd come by and surprise you... it was stupid. You probably had reservations and now you've canceled the reservations and ordered a porno..."
"I didn't order it!" Lena insisted. "It came on after Outlander!"
"But it's not like I have anything against porn," Kara said. "Not that I watch porn." Or make it, she thought, coming up beside the couch so she could face Lena from the side and not see her own supposed rectum as a background. Not that having it in the corner of her eye was much better.
"Me neither," Lena said. "I just wanted to see... before I changed the channel, which I was going to do... how they handled Supergirl. I mean, she is kinda hot." Lena's eyes widened in a panicked expression. "Not that I would cheat on you, ever, obviously. I just... it's not like they make Kara Danvers porn. Or that I would watch it, if they did. Unless you wanted me to watch it, I mean..."
"Lena, it's fine," Kara insisted. "I'm sure Supergirl doesn't mind there being porn of her. Not when Superman has porn of him. Not that she doesn't wish she hadn't found out about that."
"I, uh, did have reservations," Lena said. "And they are canceled."
"Maybe," Kara suggested, sitting down beside Lena. "We could keep watching? Just to see how they pulled off Supergirl?"
Lena hemmed and hawed facially for a moment, reaching behind her head to play with her hair, then she cleared her throat and pressed play.
Supergirl came towards them, undulating from side to side. Leaning far back, she arched her pussy towards the camera. Her hands slid up to cup her tits, her fingers pinching her nipples. Then she spread her cunt-lips again, tickling her slit with her fingers. She began rubbing up and down, groaning almost uncontrollably as she frigged her clit.
"You ever wonder if girls watch this unironically?" Lena asked, her eyes sparkling. "If some of them... touch themselves?"
Kara looked at her. "Do it," she said.
"With you watching?" Lena asked.
"You've watched me do worse," Kara reminded her.
Lena did remember—the sight of Kara looking up at her as she licked between her legs, or of her slowly stripping, or the look on her face as her fingers ran up Lena's thights—and the thought made her quiver. She hesitated, letting her eyes return to the television.
"I'll go first," Kara said.
Without waiting for an answer, Kara shucked out of her jeans and peeled off her panties. Wearing only a thin T-shirt, the young woman leaned back on the cushions and spread her legs apart. Lena watched closely while Kara used her fingers to part her pubic hair, exposing a wet, pink slit.
"Oh!" Kara gasped as her finger worked its way inside her hot cunt, giving her something to clench on at last.
