Gotham Nights Ch. 02

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.

--

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.

--

Barbara normally hated even the thought of being restrained, but the sight of her hero's head between her legs made up for it. This was something she'd never imagined, not even in her wildest dreams. And yet there was nothing more she wanted than what was going to happen next. That one feeling of the blonde's tongue on her womanhood was better than any experience she had given to herself. Blushing hard, she closed her eyes in embarrassment, as she felt the last of her underwear being slipped off. By the time she opened her eyes again, she was greeted with the sight of her own aroma-filled panties inches from her face. Before she could process what was happening, a set of fingers had pushed Barbara's underwear into her mouth.

"Shhh... don't want you screaming too loudly," Dinah whispered before laying quick kiss on her. "Unless your neighbors enjoy that sort of thing."

And here she was, Barbara Gordon. Daughter of the famous police commissioner. Overarchieving college student by day, crime-fighting vigilante at night. And currently tied up and gagged with her own juice-soaked underwear while her role model was about to tongue-fuck her senseless. The only thing that she wanted more was for Dick to walk in this very second. Either to be forced to watch, or maybe join in, she couldn't decide. Maybe both. And maybe he could bring in Catwoman as well. If Barbara was going to realize she was bisexual, then that curvy criminal would be close to the top of the list of her fantasies.

--

Dinah started nice and slow on the redhead's trimmed muff. She brushed the tip of her tongue around the younger woman's folds, then licked the edges of her lower lips. Moving inward, she inserted her tongue, flicking and swirling against the girl's inner walls, and enjoying the muffled cries of the young sidekick.. Dinah could tell that the girl was already close to a first climax. She pushed her tongue upward, and flattened it against Barbara's clitoris. While brushing her tongue back and forth on her pleasure button, Dinah insert a finger into the girl's lubricated pink hole. Her vaginal walls immediately clenched around her finger, and Dinah applied even more pressure on the clit, staring deep into the redhead's eyes as she induced her into orgasm.

--

Barbara screamed out in pleasure. Or tried to, with the soaked panties stuffed in her mouth. It was the first orgasm another person had ever given to her. While her hymen had been broken by years of jumping and fighting, she never had anything inserted inside of her save her own fingers and a three-inch vibrator that she had hidden in her room. The sensation of her mentor's tongue and finger inside of her blew her mind. It was a greater thrill than any rooftop chase with Dick.

As she recovered from her intense high, she noticed that Dinah had vanished for a brief second before returning with something in her hand. Squinting to make it out, Barbara realized that it was her own black and yellow vibrator. She grew flush with embarrassment. Not just from having her little toy found, but also because any idiot could figure out why she chose that particular combination of colors.

Dinah leaned forward and removed the underwear stuffed in Barbara's mouth, and gave her a deep kiss. Barbara tasted herself on Dinah's tongue, and found the experience arousing. She was ready for round 2. She watched as Dinah gave the toy a sensuous lick before turning it on the lowest setting. The blonde brought the tip of the buzzing toy to Barbara's pussy flaps, before lowering it to her rear entrance. Barbara held her breath in anticipation of what was yet to come. Never had she considered putting anything in there.

She grunted as the first inch penetrated its way into her virginal hole. A bit of pain came at first, but it soon gave way to pleasure as the toy gently vibrated against her passage walls.

(This wasn't too bad), she thought, as Dinah crawled back onto the bed, this time with her crotch facing Barbara, in a 69 position.

Ever since role model had agreed to train her, Barbara Gordon vowed never to let her mentor down, and she wasn't about to start tonight. She gave the perfectly shaved pussy a tentative lick to get acclimated to the surprisingly delectable taste, and then dutifully put her mouth on her, licking, sucking, and doing everything she could think of with her tongue. She hoped that her recent experience on the receiving end as well as all the time she spent watching dirty videos on the Internet while in the wheelchair was enough to satisfy her new lover.

--

(Well, at least she tries hard,) Dinah thought. Clearly, Babs was new at this, but it was the effort that counts, right?

While she doubted that the rookie could get her off before Dinah herself ate the girl to another orgasm, she'd by lying if she didn't at least enjoy the feeling of the younger hero doing her best to pleasure her. She'd need a few more lessons, but in due time, she'd join the ranks of Dinah's other lovers in the Justice League, including Wonder Woman and Zatanna.

She hooked her arms around Barbara's legs, and with her fingers, opened up her tight slit. And with that, Dinah went to town, delving deep into her pink hole with her tongue, exploring every inch of that tight canal. Every now and then, she'd pull out to lavish some love onto her jewel. And just to push the girl further, Dinah slipped one hand to the vibrator embedded in Barbara's ass, and flipped the switch to its highest setting

--

The sensation of having both orifices filled nearly broke Barbara. Losing her concentration on the vagina in front of her, she moaned in ecstasy. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, held in place only by the Canary's powerful arms. Waves of pleasure ripped through her body for what seemed like almost an eternity. By the time her climax had finally subsided, her bedsheets had been soaked in her juices. She was ready to pass out, and probably would have had a familiar voice not suddenly called out.

"Barbara? And... Dinah?"

Barbara looked up past Dinah to see Nightwing, still dressed in his costume (though it was slightly ripped), holding a bouquet of flowers. Barbara was at a loss for words. How was she going to explain to her boyfriend why she was naked, tied to her bed by her own underwear, and being straddled by her naked teacher? But before she could say anthing, Dinah parked her rump back on her face, silencing any response Barbara was about to make.

"You were late, boy wonder," Dinah teased as flipped her hair back, giving Nightwing a full view of her beautiful naked figure. "So I thought I'd swing by and teach my apprentice a few special lessons."

"But... you and her..." Nightwing stammered.

"She's got a lot to learn, but she definitely has potential," Dinah said, visibly eying the the bulge that was beginning to form in Nightwing's tights. "And since you now owe me, maybe you can help me out with the next lesson."