Chapter 01 - Super Girl
It had been an unseasonably warm week, even for California. After all, it was late October and there should have been a chill on in the air at the very least. As it was, the sun had just set and the night was pleasant. A brisk breeze blew through the quiet neighborhood, stirring the leaves on the maples that lined the street every three houses or so. Nice enough that Amy had considered walking to the party. Had it been anything other then a costume party, she might have. After all, it was a mere 2 miles from the front steps of her modest one bedroom home to the house that Kevin and Jake shared and she didn't mind the exercise. It was just that she was worried that she would stand out, especially since most of the costumed people walking up and down the street and ringing door bells were 12 and under or else their parents, most of whom hadn't bothered to dress up for the evening.
Not that there weren't exceptions, but like her, most of the adults seemed to be headed to parties and had also chosen to drive. And really, it wasn't even that she was in costume, it was just that this particular costume had turned out more daring then she had planned at first. She was a closet nerd who frequented the local comic shop every Wednesday to pick up new titles and Supergirl had been one of her heroines even as a young child. The excuse to be her for even one night had been too good to pass up. She had the figure for it, even if she rarely took advantage of that fact; A slender and athletic build nurtured by her time on both the volley ball and swim teams. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but firm and round with youth, and her waist was small enough that her slim hips and bottom looked fuller then they really were.
Naturally blonde and blue eyed, she didn't even have to get fancy with a wig to play the part. She'd made the decision moments after receiving her invitation. Yes, she was Supergirl tonight, although a somewhat bashful version. She's taken great pains to make the uniform perfect, from the gold trimmed crimson cape to the matching boots, all based on several of her favorite art, some of which had been somewhat... well, cheesecake came to mind. It had still captured the spirit of Superman's cousin, Kara, and she had secretly thrilled that she might turn heads tonight.
Trying it on for the first time two nights ago, had left her unsure, but determined to brave it out. The skirt, that looked so perfect on Kara, seemed far to short for comfort, and much to low on her hips and her top hugged her so tight as to be... well, it certainly was form fitting. Suddenly, she was very thankful that it wasn't very cold out. Not only would it make wearing the skimpy outfit uncomfortable, but she realized that any little 'bump' would stand out quite obviously. The last thing she wanted was to be walking around while everyone stared at her nipples. As it was... well, what was done was done. She could always wrap her cape around her torso. She'd worked to hard to make her outfit authentic to back out now and after one or two drinks, maybe she would stop worrying about it so much.
She hurried out to her car in the short drive, and slipped in, noting how the breeze played havoc, not only with her cape, but her skirt. She'd left her purse behind, only taking her wallet and phone in one hand and her keys in the other. Another mistake, seeing as how she spent the entire 10 yards keeping her skirt in place so as not to reveal her matching blue panties. Getting in was another challenge and by the time she had closed the car door, she was giggling nervously and had all but given up on adjusting her skirt so that it was under her thighs rather then pushed up against the back seat of her Toyota Corolla. Ok, so she'd have to be careful sitting down too. She hoped that she'd discovered all the quirks in her choice of costume for the night.
She arrived fashionably late, and had to park around the corner and about a block and a half up the street. She might have well as walked the entire way, she thought as she hurried down the slight hill, careful not to go too fast, ever mindful of the slight breeze that had picked up since she'd left. She breathed a thankful sigh that the canopy of the trees blocked out some of the glow from the street lights above and cloaked her in shadow. Perfect, she thought. And the party would probably run late, so going home would be easy as well. She glanced at her wrist automatically, before realizing that she had left her watch at home as well. After all, what use did Supergirl have for a watch? If she had to hazard a guess, it was a quarter to nine. The invite had said 8, but it was likely that maybe over half of her fellow invitees hadn't even showed up yet and might not for another 30 or 40 minutes. Hopefully she wouldn't stand out too much before having a drink or two, just enough to relax her inhibitions enough to enjoy herself.
It was easy enough to pick out Kevin's place as she turned the corner. Carved pumpkins lined the walk, fake tombstone filled the front lawn. There was even a lone ghost looking like he was floating back and forth beneath the oak tree that filled one half of their front yard. And lights... it looked like they'd bought up every orange and red light to string up around the eaves of the house and the tree branches. Shadows moved within the windows, letting her know that there was actually something going on inside, and a little bit of music leaked out. She recognized it as Black Sabbath. Typical. More then likely they'd put a lot of care into making CD's to fit the Halloween theme. She smiled fondly as she finally arrived on the porch, stopped to appreciate the 'bloody corpse' that sat in a lawn chair, a severed head in it's lap, and rang the doorbell.
She was almost immediately greeted and ushered in by Dracula himself, although this vampire seemed to prefer Bud to Blood. In no time at all, she had surrendered her belongings to Jake after gamely letting him nibble on her shoulder and whisper "God, Amy, you look amazing."
She blushed at his praise, but part of her reveled in it as well. It was nice to hear from time to time. After all, she really worked at it and rarely took advantage of it. She gave him a bright smile as a reward and wandered off towards the kitchen, greeting those she recognized before claiming a cold bottle of Sam Adams for herself. She felt a twinge of guilt at that. Supergirl wouldn't approve. Well, she'd limit herself to 2 for the night and get them out of the way before everyone else showed up. That way, by the time they did, she'd be sufficiently loosened up.
Amy had never been a heavy drinker, and after her second beer in under 45 minutes, she was having a wonderful time, chatting with friends while giggling and smiling at the praise that was being lavished on her for her costume. She was aware that some of it was simply because of the amount of skin she showed but that had stopped bothering her after a while. Now, she had even begin to enjoy it, making an effort to flirt a little with anyone who stopped to chat with her. After a while, she had even abandoned the small knots of friends that she felt safe with to wander about a little, mixing with everyone. It was on of those events where it didn't matter if you knew someone or not. After all, everyone here was someone else for the night and most of them had, after several drinks themselves, begun to get, more or less, into character. She was no exception.
That was why, when she found herself suddenly standing next to a man dressed as Brainiac, one of superman's arch enemies whose mental powers were formidable, it was easy to let herself believe that he might just be able to exert control over mind. Of course, this was all in fun and she didn't for a moment take it seriously, but when they got to chatting and he seemed intent on playing the part as well, she let herself go along with the game. Taking his suggestion that they find somewhere quiet to talk about their common interest in all things 'super' as well as his suggestion that they help themselves to the bar first, she soon found herself sitting on Kevin's bed next to her arch-nemesis, a rum and coke in hand. They weren't alone. After all, the party was in full swing and there was a finite amount of space within the house. Fortunately, the weather was still holding and much of the excess had spilled into the back yard.
It made perfect sense, after talking animatedly for close to an hour and a half and finishing off her drink, for her to readily agree to go take a look at his collection of comic related items. From the sound of things, it was pretty amazing and she was curious. Besides, she was still playing the role of Supergirl and trying to find out what his game was. The fact that she'd just finished off a fairly strong drink didn't exactly make her cautious either. Besides, he was fun and good looking and she'd been having more fun in the last 2 hours then she'd had at the last 3 parties combined.
He lived in the hills, about 20 minutes or so away, and he insisted on driving. As they rode along, their conversation taking on several twists and turns, she admired his handiwork discretely. He'd managed to make his skin green and yet, somehow natural, and the costume she could have well believed to be from a Hollywood film set. Not only that but it was somewhat form fitting, although not nearly as embarrassingly so as hers. Still, it showed off a fine physic. Strange, considering that he was somewhat of a nerd, at least about comic books. But then, so was she in a sense, despite her 'cheerleader' good looks.
