For a time, Dick simply strolled through Paradise Island, feeling the wind push and pull his toga upon his body, the simple feel of it exhilarating. He exchanged greetings with those Amazons he saw, all of whom knew him and had a friendly word, but most of all, he just walked. It was a joy to walk on Themyscira. There was a sense of well-being there. A lay-person would just think it was the blue skies and such, but Dick's detective mind told him more. There was no trauma here. On the beaches, no bodies had washed up. Arguments had faded without the scars of blows. The ground had never drank blood; the food had never been so little that someone had gone hungry.
Anywhere else on the world, you were only so far from violent. On Themyscira, it felt like you were finally free of it. Cleansed.
He stopped by the hot springs, where the attendants, masters of their art, happily stripped him, submerged him in mineral mud, and then washed him clean inch by inch. Even the lingering scent of his lovemaking with Donna and Kory was gone by the end. Then he was clad in fresh clothes, a new type of chiton to puzzle out. As he left the baths, there was Kory waiting for him.
She'd found a new dress as well, wide swathes of linen crisscrossing her body, the weavers of Themyscira clearly taking pleasure in working their trade on such a tall and robust body. The many straps exposed goodly portions of her skin, but didn't cross the line from sensuality into eroticism. Except when Kory moved. Nothing on Earth could keep her from looking sexual then.
"Dick," Kory said formally, "I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine."
"Any friend of yours is a friend of mine," Dick replied, equally friendly.
Kory grinned near to bursting with the little joke of pretending they were only associates. She couldn't stand it anymore. She picked him up and took off, flying him through the air.
"It's not that long a walk, is it?"
"I wouldn't want you to get all sweaty after your bath," Kory quipped.
"I have a feeling I'll get sweaty either way."
***
"Dick," Kory said, "this is my friend, Kara. You've met, right?"
Dick nodded with a broad smile. "Hello again, Kara."
Kara bubbled up at him, bouncing on her heels. The clearing in the jungle had been turned into a formidable camp, with a fire built and a lizard roasting on a spit over it. Kara seemed totally in her element, even wearing Kryptonian robes of blue and red instead of Amazonian clothing. The top piece was belly-baring, a half-poncho that hung down her rib cage, the bottom piece a sarong that opened rapidly on the left, baring most of her thigh. Towards her calves, the sarong opened up to totally free her legs. With the trim in the hemline, her pubis was nearly exposed. Dick felt a definite stirring inside himself, looking at her.
"Hello!" Kara said, her shyness making her a little louder than necessary. "I have water!"
"Love some," Dick replied.
Kara hurried to take up a canteen from one of the tree trunks seated around the fire, and she offered it to both Dick and a quietly amused Kory. Dick drank, then Kory. Then Kara.
They sat around the fire, helping themselves to the roast and making gentle conversation. Dick was relaxed and firmly confident; Kory laughed at all Kara's jokes. She began to feel a little more confident of herself as she became used to the older man as a living, breathing presence. Oddly, what really put her at ease was having Dick's eyes dart excitingly to her breasts now and then. She felt desirable with his gaze. And when she saw Kory reaching over, gripping Dick's muscular thigh—Kara actually tingled.
At length, Kory stood. The sun had set as they talked; the flickering fire was everything, its light pushing at Kory's dress, pushing through it in some places, or caressing beads of sweat on her perfect body. "Kara," she said softly. "Do you know what my next trial is?"
Kara shook her head. "No."
"It's to train someone—an Amazon inexperienced in something that I have skill in. Teaching is very important to the Amazons, and I greatly respect that. I'd like to teach you about love. About passion. About men."
Dick drank from the canteen. "Kory, maybe—"
"I want to teach you, Kara, as I once taught him. I know you want him. He wants you too. But I need to show you how to have him."
Kara stammered, a bright red flush touching her cheeks. "I... I don't... maybe you're the one—who..."
"Neither of you have to do anything you don't want to do," Kory said sweetly. "But if you do want to, then trust me. As I trust you, Dick. As I trust Donna."
"I do trust you," Dick said, "but maybe I'm not the right person to—"
"You're the perfect person," Kory assured him. "You intimidate her. Your maleness. Your virility. She doesn't know how to match them. I'll teach her how to overcome her fear, show her there's nothing to be frightened of. We'll show her together. How... wonderful it can be."
"I would like that," Kara put in quietly. "It'd be like with Donna, right? You're Donna's friends. You'd be... nice?"
Kory smiled warmly. "Donna told us you watched. Watching can be fun. And safe, safer than being part of. You can watch for now, Kara. You can see what it's like..."
She giggled suddenly, peeling away the straps of her dress. It began to fall away from her like leaves coming off a tree in autumn. Kory smiled widely as it came away, more and more of her golden skin exposed, the full lushness of her body revealed. Kara wanted to bite her nails. Kory was even more intense than Dick: her sexuality vibrant, her hunger animalistic and fierce under the happy-go-lucky surface. But somehow, the very fulsomeness of her put Kara at ease in a way that Dick's intent musculature didn't. He was so very striking, so hard, Kara thought he might break her, even if she wanted to be broken.
