Mason was becoming happier and more comfortable in her relationship with Neal as time went on. He let her live her life and he lived his, yet Mason knew if she needed him ... for anything ... he'd have been there in a second.
Nor did her obsess over his masculinity. Most men would have been very unhappy about having a girlfriend who could, quite literally, kick their ass. Neal Gordon didn't even give it a second thought. He knew who he was and even believed that destiny had drawn him and Mason together. Neal thanked his lucky stars, counted his blessings and gave thanks to the powers that be EVERY day that he was fortunate enough to have someone like Mason in his life. She was strong, tall, curvy and powerful, but she was sexy, adventurous and fun to be with. Mason took every day as a new adventure and had brought Neal along for the ride.
Neal had always been in nice shape, but Mason was a fitness buff and wanted him to be able to keep up ... in the bedroom and out. He began to ride his bicycle a lot more and swim and eat healthier. It paid off in the bedroom, his stamina increased and one recent night, he fucked Mason until she begged him to stop. He teased Mason she was lucky her roommate Michelle wasn't home or he would have fucked her next.
Mason was still trying to figure out a time to introduce that very possibility into their relationship. She wanted everything out in the open with Neal; Michy was someone she loved dearly. The thrill of having Michy and Neal in bed together was one that made her wet with desire. Women were a big part of her sexuality ... Michelle, Sam, Tamara and Ashley had all brought wonderful pleasures to her life and she wanted those to continue, but openly. She was fairly sure Neal was enjoying Marta, but at the moment, their relationship was almost "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" and Mason wanted that to change. She wanted to share her adventures with Neal, full disclosure and she wanted to know how adorable little Marta was progressing.
Mason hoped that she would be able to see Michy and Neal screw each other very soon. Michy was one of her oldest friends and, next to Neal, her favorite lover. Sooner or later, she was going to have to bring them together, because she wanted them both to remain in her bed ... forever? Yes, Mason was fairly certain her feelings for Neal now ran that deep.
Mason had decided to dip a toe into Neal's world this time, which is what had brought them here. The Chicago Comic Con was a huge event and Neal had finally been able to sell his character,
Warrior Woman
, to an independent publisher. The first 3 issues had already sold out and were going to 2nd printings. Neal insisted it was because he had based the visuals on Mason, she told him it was because his writing was daring and sexy. He had insisted his artist friend base the character on Mason and Neal had enjoyed taking a series of photos of Mason for artistic reference. Of course, there were
some
photos that Neal had kept for himself.
There was a strong undercurrent of sexuality in the book and Neal had received many E-Mails from female fans telling them how hot they thought the book was. Neal read a few of them to Mason and she was very impressed with his recent success.
Neal was in an over-the-moon state of mind. He'd attended Comic Cons before, but this time, he was one of the guests. Still, he was star-struck, meeting celebrities like Bill Mumy and Mark Hammill and Johnny Galecki, comic legends like Joe Kubert and Murphy Anderson and people he admired, like Adam Hughes, Brian Bolland and Warren Ellis.
Mason was happy that Neal was happy. He was very supportive of her bodybuilding / physical training work, why shouldn't she be equally supportive of his? She manned his table a few times while he was schmoozing and far from being the "geeks" comic fans had been stereotyped to be, she found most of them articulate and interesting. Quite a few of them were girls and several of them were in costumes that were quite naughty, some almost scandalous. More than one "Catwoman" attracted her attention and the "Emma Frost" costumes were highly pleasing to the eye.
Just as Neal was returning to the table, a very curvy, tall blonde approached the table. Wearing a snug white sweater and tight white jeans, she caught a glimpse of Mason and walked towards the table. "Wow, are you entering the CosPlay contest later on? If not, you should. You're the spitting image of Warrior Woman." The blonde said.
"Actually, Warrior Woman is the spitting image of
her
," Neal said, moving closer to the front of his table. "I'm Neal Gordon, Warrior Woman's co-creator." Neal's artist friend was having a conversation with DC Comics about doing some work when he had free time in his schedule. He told Neal he was firmly committed to their book, Warrior Woman came first.
"Oh wow, it's so nice to meet you," The pretty blonde said. "My name is Karen, I'm a big fan of the book and what you're trying to do with her sexuality – keep the readers guessing without saying things outright." Karen winked.
"Let me guess, you ARE in the CosPlay contest, right?" Neal smiled, extending his hand. "I'd guess –
Powergirl
?"
"Right on the mark. Last year, I did Dumb Bunny from the
Inferior 5
. The year before, I did Angel from
Angel & the Ape
. Got my boyfriend to dress up as Sam. We won." Karen giggled. "When you're built like I am, you might as well take advantage of it."
Mason watched her boyfriend interact with the pretty blonde and at last, she figured it was time. Mason had enjoyed several sexual escapades since they'd been together and Neal had never tried to impose any type of limit on her. He accepted Mason at face value and cherished her for that. Mason thought it was time he got a little payback.
