Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

"Good for him. Maybe he can stick with them and you know. Be in a GOOD band. Next time he plays maybe I'll come along."

As the quartet said their goodbyes to Christina, Monica wrapped in against Austin. "She seems nice."

When Austin mentioned the game she brightened as she'd forgotten all about it. "I've never actually been to a live game. I mean, obviously Friday night under the lights for the Cottersville Centurions but... watching high school football is definitely not the same."

Back in the apartment, she watched Gabi disappear into her room "Guess they don't want a nightcap." She smirked, and turned to feel Austin gather her up and pull her in for a kiss. She sighed and relaxed against him, her hand reaching to cup the back of his head. She parted her lips and sucked on the tip of his tongue, then broke the kiss "you were gonna pick me up and throw me on the bed or something. I think. I mean I know there was a plan."
 
Austin smiled as Monica reacted to the reminder about the football game. “And you were making fun of me for being a hayseed,” he said, playfully nudging her in the side. “I’m happy I can do this for you. Well, via my friend, but still…it’s going to be fun.”

Outside of Monica’s bedroom, Austin looked down at in her intently. She had barely gotten out the word “plan” when he kissed her passionately, wrapping both arms around her to lift her off the ground with barely any effort. His tongue caressed hers as he pushed open her bedroom door, then hauled her quickly into the room. The athlete let her down in front of the spot on her wall that held a floor-length mirror.

“I wanted to fuck you right up against the wall of that sorority house,” Austin told her as he bent down to kiss her while brushing a golden lock of hair. He started to lift his shirt off, then waited for her assistance to uncover his sculpted upper body. “I need your legs wrapped around me again.”

He kissed her again, their tongues twisting together as he grabbed onto her hips. He started to undo Monica’s shirt, his lips tracing a line down her neck as he stripped her down. He pressed his face against her chest, burying his chin and mouth in her cleavage.
 
Monica lifted her arms to let Austin tug her shirt off, then wrapped her arms around him, pressing her chest against his. When he leaned down to bury in her cleavage she moaned, wrapping a hand around the back of his head, tugging him in against her breast. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, then lifted, wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping her body pressed to his as she clung to him for support. She looked at her arms and winced, seeing the angry bruising from being jostled around the truck. Since Austin didn't seem to care though, she let it go and let herself get swept up in the moment. She sighed and closed her eyes, keeping her strong legs wrapped around his core, her back pressed to the cool glass of the mirror "Mmmm fuck you feel good against me" She dug her nails into his back a little, leaving marks on the skin.
 
Austin kissed and dragged his tongue along the inner curves of Monica’s breasts, taking one in his big right hand and sucking briefly on her erect nipple. He held her tightly as she wrapped him in up in her legs. He kissed her neck now, then her mouth, then grasped her right hand in his, firmly but affectionately. She could feel his rigid cock pressing through his clothing as Austin pinned her against the wall.

“I’m going to feel even better inside you,” the towering, attractive upperclassman said, reaching into his pocket for protection. He set her down once more and kissing along her jaw as she stripped off his pants. His long, thick cock was as firm as she’d ever seen it. “Good thing I was wearing baggy pants all night,” Austin said with a sly grin. He reached around and squeezed her rear, then placed the condom on a nearby bureau.

Austin looked into her eyes as they kissed again while at the same time his fingers made their way to the button of her pants. As he helped Monica lower them, he gazed down at her panties. The muscular athlete reached down and slowly started to tease her slit through her underwear. She felt his hot breath near her ear as he dragged two fingers down the length of her opening, though still touching only fabric.
 
Monica wriggled out of her boy shorts, then ran her hand along his cock. She wrapped her hand loosely around it, her fingers tracing the veiny shaft, feeling the weight of it, the girth of it in her hand. She bites her lip and looks up at him, keeping her eyes on his as they touch each other, just lightly exploring for now. She keeps her touch light, her grip soft. Her fingers run up and down along the length of him, then slide off to cradle his balls in her hand. She brushes her thumb around them "Think It'll fit?" she grins and leans in, kissing his chest, needing to feel the solidity of him against her. The warmth of his chest. She inhales, drinking in the scent of him, sweat and all. She kisses along his chest, then stands on tip toe to kiss his shoulder "god you're so fucking tall." She laughed, keeping herself pressed against him, focusing on the light mutual touching, the slow build up to what's coming "that feels really nice. You can do that all night."
 
Austin put his left hand against the right side of Monica’s face, stroking her cheek, kissing her lips, and continuing to gently stroke the moistening fabric between her legs. He let out a light moan and exhaled deeply as she stroked his dick and balls. He watched her, transfixed, as she lowered her underwear down her thighs to her ankles. “Perfectly,” he responded to her sly rhetorical question about the fit.

Austin’s lips pressed forcefully against her neck now, and his right hand returned to roaming inside her thighs. Monica felt his long, solid fingers teasing and coaxing the lips of her pussy. “Maybe you’re just really short,” he said playfully, despite her above-average height. He kissed her neck again, then his mouth connected with hers, their tongues winding together as she felt him curl a finger inside her. “I love how wet you get.”

After a few moments, he arced another finger inside her. Both fingers brushed against Monica’s clit. They continued to explore each other’s bodies for a minute before Austin reached for the condom.
 
When Austin turned away Monica grabbed her ipad and turned on her stereo to cover the sound of them fucking. A little Florence and the Machine to cover despite knowing the same thing was likely going on on the other side of the wall. She ran her nails along Austin's back, waiting for him to get the condom on, then playfully pushed him onto the bed "change of plans." She straddled him, then shifted and reached down to hold him in place while she sank onto his shaft "fuck your big" she groaned "you're so fucking big." She bit her lip and arched, then slid her hand down to toy with her clit as she slowly started to roll her hips, fucking herself on his massive cock "Please put your hands on me. I need to feel them. I need you Austin."
 
As Monica gave him a shove onto the bed, he gave a her a surprised but equally delighted grin. “Whatever you want, Mon.” The particular song Monica had queued up started with a slow build, so she could hear faint sounds coming from Gabi’s room.

As Monica took her position above Austin’s monster cock, she could barely make out short, girlish, gasps coming from her roommate. “Ohhh…fuuuck.” Monica couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard her friend drop an F-bomb. The music kicked in fully, drowning out the sound of Gabi’s reaching climax. When Monica lowered her wet pussy onto the athlete’s hard-on, his eyes rolled back momentarily.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said. At her urging, he reached up and grabbed onto her hips. “Yeah, that’s it, babe,” Austin said as Monica began to ride his huge package. “Yeah….yeah.” The bed creaked in rhythm to each motion up and down the length of the athlete’s thick erection.

He reached up now and grabbed onto her tits, cupping them at first to feel their weight, then fingering her nipples as her breasts—and the rest of her—bounced on his dick. “Yeah, ride my cock, Mon. Ride it.” His hands wrapped around her and she felt their warmth on her bare ass now as his green eyes looked up at her. “Love this tight ass. Yeah. Fuck.”
 
Monica rolled her hips "you can be a little firm." She leaned over him, supporting herself on her hands "just you know" she looked at her bruised shoulders. She bit her lip and looked down at him, taking him deep, rolling her hips, bouncing a bit on his cock. She let his hands guide her, let him set the pace, control the motion of her hips as she slid up and down along his fat shaft. She moaned every time she felt the fat mushroom head of his cock rub just right against her spot. She looked down into his eyes, holding his gaze as she bounced on his rigid cock. "Mmmmm fuck you're so huge. God you feel so good inside me Austin." She closed her eyes, letting herself just give over to the feel of his hands and the fullness that he brought to her "ohhh god."
 
Austin grabbed her hips tightly now, digging his fingers into her soft skin. As she leaned forward, he pulled her in for a kiss, then grasped her hips again. His powerful hands helped drive her up and down the length of his giant dick, while he lifted her enough to allow him to do some thrusting of his own. “Yeah, feel my big fucking cock inside you.” The bed continued to creak as Monica drove his hard-on deep inside herself with Austin guiding her.

“Let me suck those tits,” he said, placing his hand on the small of her back to encourage her to lean forward again. His mouth latched onto her breast hungrily, tongue and teeth teasing her hard nipple while his hand fondled her other breast. As she ground his cock, he started to let out deep groans of pleasure. “Fuuck. Keep riding that dick.”
 
Moaning, she leaned over and pressed her chest to him as best she could. As he was taller he had to curl a bit to get at her. She let him guide the pace, moving faster as his strong hands dug into her toned ass. she gripped him in her thighs, fucking herself on his massive cock. "mmmm fuck god you're so good inside me. Fuck I love this." she arched, straining feeling her body getting closer and closer. She bit her lip and dug her nails into his chest "yes, fuck. Fuck me baby fuck me" her moans getting louder, wanton as she continued to roll her hips, taking him deep with every pass, letting him fill her exquisitely as she got closer and closer to completion.
 
Austin continued to groan as the speed and intensity of Monica’s movements picked up. “Fuck…yeah…yeahh…grind on my cock, baby. Yeah, that’s it.” His hands took hold of her ass again as she surged up and down. “Yeahhh…fuck, Mon. I’m going to cum so hard.” A strained expression crossed his rugged face. “I’m going to cum so hard for you, baby. Oh, fuck! Fuck!” He was still fighting to hold back, his huge dick as rigid as before. Some of Monica’s juices dribbled down her thighs and onto his legs.
 
Monica kept riding him, straightening though to bounce on his rigid meat. She reached down, stroking her clit, making swift circles with the pads of her fingers. One hand cupped a breast and her head rolled back as she started to cum, gripping Austin inside her, bearing down, tight around him as she felt herself let go.
 
“Fuck!!” Monica could see the exact moment he lost control on his face, then felt his body spasming beneath and inside her as he shot a giant load of cum out of his long, thick dick. His hands dug into her thighs as his eyes rolled back again in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck…” He let out a deep sigh.
 
Monica stayed in place for a moment, then slid off him to curl up next to him on the too small bed. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart, feeling the rise and fall of it with each breath. "Mmmm just what i needed" she ran her fingers along his chest, idly toying with him, closing her eyes and nestling in against him to cuddle up and linger a moment in his arms.
 
“Yeah,” he said, bending his neck down to kiss her forehead. “That was great. Even better than—than the last time.” Austin hugged her to his strong form, then stroked her hair. “So, what do you got going on before the game tomorrow? I’m going to be studying most of the day leading up to it but I figure I’ll pick you guys up around 5:00. That’ll give us time to get there early enough to get decent parking and kind of get situated. It’s supposed to be pretty warm, too. High 60s.”

After spending a little time in Monica’s bed, Austin started to get cleaned up. She heard the front door shut, presumably Shaun leaving the apartment, though he had stayed over a few times in the past.
 
Monica blinked then realized he meant 5 pm. She relaxed a little and nodded, then drifted off to a well earned rest. The next day she spent studying, glad she hadn't had any of the strange dreams with the man from the ship in a while. She felt pretty rested really, and she took full advantage to dive into her work and get in a little ahead of the game. She read a few articles about herself, but mostly just kept focused on keeping on top of school. She made a light lunch for her and gabi, seared tuna over salad with a sesame dressing, and generally lazed about waiting for the game. She dug out a Prospect City Hurricanes Jersey she had to pretend she rooted for the home team, but her family were Dallas fans. In the 90s, her dad explained, Dallas was the "America's Team" and so wanting to appear as American as possible, that was the team they had adopted. Old habits died hard, especially with her dad.
 
Early that day, Austin texted Monica to let her know that he hadn’t been able to get an extra ticket for Shaun. Still, Gabi seemed pretty excited, even though she was at most a casual football fan. The day went by slowly, but eventually, Austin picked them up and drove them across the city to the stadium.

The structure was, as Monica expected, gigantic, but the scale of it was still hard to imagine before setting foot in it. When they arrived at their seats, it was a little after 6:15, with the game expected to tip off at 6:30. As Austin had promised, the seats were excellent, only 3 rows up and at one of the 40-yardlines. Monica took her seat, flanked to either side by the handsome basketball player and her best friend.

“Thanks so much for inviting me,” Gabi said as they waited for the game to begin with the national anthem.

“Sure thing,” Austin said. “Any friend of Monica’s.” Before long, the game kicked off and the first quarter was underway. To begin with, the play was a bit sloppy, with 2 interceptions and a fumble in the first 10 minutes alone. Austin was reluctantly (and mostly quietly) rooting for Dallas by default, as he couldn't bring himself to pull for an AFC team who might compete with his beloved Colts.

“So, how long have you guys been friends?” Austin asked. “You got any embarrassing Monica stories to share?”

“I’m not playing my girl like that,” Gabi said with a grin, taking a sip of her soda. “Anyway, I was the late-bloomer out of the two of us, so I’m sure she has more embarrassing stuff to share about me.”

“Well, Monica knows that I am-slash-was a geek until I had a growth spurt in high school, so this is a safe space,” Austin said in between the crowd cheering over a Prospect City linebacker delivering a sack. “It’s pretty cool that you guys made it to college together. My best friend from high school ended up going to the University of Georgia so I hardly get to see the guy any more.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re pretty lucky,” Gabi said, casting a sincere glance at Monica. “I mean, I do occasionally have to put up with the occasional country playlist, but I think it’s worth it. Right?”

“You missed the sing-along to ‘Friends in Low Places’ at the party last night,” Austin said. “It was epic.”
 
"Two be fair to me" Monica said around a mouthful of 20 dollar hot dog "Gabi was one of two kids in our whole high school that didn't listen to country music. The other one was Scott, who looked like a reject from some late 90s white hip hop crew."

Given Austin's rooting for Dallas, Monica was a little sad she'd camouflaged herself with the home team. She kept quiet about the lackluster play, thinking she should play football maybe. She could do a better job. That would reveal her as an alien for sure though, the first time she flattened some 300 lb lineman on her way to a sack so... maybe not.

She turned when conversation turned to her and Gabi's friendship "since I was seven and she was six, it was me and her against the world. So, Mrs. Krause, god bless her, decided since our parents were immigrants that we'd have a lot in common. Keep in mind my parents are Swedes and hers are Latin... not really exactly neighbors." She laughed "but we were the odd ones out. My mother was initially going to home school me so I learned something instead of dealing with the horrible Cottersville schools. Gabi's too. Our dads worked at the dam. So... Gabi and I got a lot of home lessons in addition to our shitty public school education. So we were the weird kids from 'not America' who had like 5 times as much homework to do as everyone else."

She smiled over at her friend "I don't think I could have come to college without her. When she was talking about going to State I almost had a heart attack."
 
Austin listened, occasionally taking a bite of the cheeseburger he’d purchased. “So, wait. Your parents are from Sweden? But you don’t have any accent. Do you speak Swedish? Can you say something to me?”

As Monica went on, he added, “That’s awesome. I think there are only, like, two guys I keep in touch with where we go that far back. And even then it’s occasionally grabbing a beer back home, not like we’re BFFs or anything.”

Gabi smiled as Monica talked, and let out a slight giggle as she discussed the decision to attend Prospect U. She lightly swatted Monica’s shoulder, fortunately not her bruised one. “If you gotten into Stanford and not gone, I would have kicked your butt,” she teased.

A few moments later, the Whirlwinds advanced into the red zone and connected on a touchdown pass in the very corner of the end zone. The crowd erupted. Even Austin cheered, seemingly caught up in the energy coming from the stands. Gabi asked Austin to take pics of her and Monica at their first pro sporting event, and he obliged.

“What's your number? I'll text them to you both," he promised. After programming in her number, Austin said, "Alright, now one of the two of us,” he said, placing his arm around Monica. Gabi snapped a couple of photos.

“So Austin,” Gabi said once the crowd had calmed down a bit heading into the half, “you’re going to be so busy during basketball season you’re not going to make time for my friend?”

Austin looked over at the dark-haired girl, eyes widening a bit. His face began to turn red. “I…it’s not like that.”
 
Monica grinned "My PARENTS are from Sweden. I like... can say a few words. Mostly I can properly pronounce the Ikea catalogue." Her dad was fluent in Swedish because of the cover, but she spoke a smattering of Spanish, a good bit of Centauri, and good old American.

"I was never getting into Stanford. Besides uh..." she started to say Tom was here and quieted a moment "I had other incentives to come to Prospect City. Plus its just as close to home as State you know?" she sipped at her Coke, then took another big bite of her hot dog. "Kayla messaged me, but Gabi and I haven't really spoken to High School people since we've been here. In part because so many of them got weird."

Monica shot Gabi a look but then looked up at Austin "look. He's got to get drafted if he's gonna make any real money. With a body like that and a poli-sci degree its pro basketball or gay porn. Daddy's gotta pay the bills and I have expensive taste"
 
“Kayla messaged you?” Gabi said, sounding surprised. She took a sip of her soda and didn’t ask any follow-ups.

When Monica stepped in to answer Gabi’s question to Austin, both she and Austin laughed at Monica’s response. “Yep, and unfortunately they were only offering scholarships in one of them,” he said, winking at Monica. He popped in some peanut M&Ms, offering the bag to the two girls.

“I know you’ve got priorities,” Gabi added, turning her attention back to the play on the field as the Cowboys lined up for a punt, “but I just want to make sure you realize what you’ve got here. You aren’t going to find another girl like Monica.” Though her tone was a little jokey as she’d initially asked him about not making time for her, there was more than a hint of earnestness to her voice now.

“Absolutely,” Austin agreed, turning toward Monica with an affectionate smile and and placing his hand on her injured shoulder before withdrawing it when he saw her wince. “Sorry.”

A few moments later, the third quarter ended with Prospect City leading 14 to 10. Gabi and Austin both rose to fit in a bathroom break, getting in line behind the many attendees with the same idea.
 
"sorry about the full court press" Monica winced and looked back to the stands "She's just looking out for me. I barely left the house except to go to school for a while... and you know... She just wants positive trends to continue."

She rolled her injured shoulder a bit to work out some stiffness "Look, Austin... I know you're not looking for a wife. You're absolutely not looking for a wife that can't even go out to the bars with you and your friends. In the spring you'll be drafted... and could go anywhere in the US. If you're not well. You're a smart handsome dude with a little star power. You'll end up in Washington or Indianapolis working for some politician that wants some of that star power to rub off on him. If not you'll be in law school or something. and that's FINE. It is FINE." She leaned into him a little "We don't have to be building a life together and naming our future kids and deciding where we're going to spend our wedding anniversaries in order to appreciate being with each other right now. If by some chance you are still going to be here in Prospect City in the fall then we can figure that out. But for now like...do whatever. I'm happy to spend time with you but you were clear you weren't looking for a girlfriend at the start of this and there's literally nothing wrong with that."

She tossed her empty coke in a trashcan as the line slowly moved. "I'm not in a rush to replace Tom. That's.... look my situation is emotionally more complicated than yours. You've been patient about it and that's awesome and I really like you, but I'm not looking for you to push to be something you don't want to be. I'm clearly fine with things being as they are, and if at some point they're not what they are right now because they are more or less or whatever, then they will be what they will be."
 
“You said a basketball thing," he said, tongue in cheek, as they made their way towards the restrooms. "No worries. You’ve been totally upfront with me and I kinda got the sense that she was calling out an audible and not asking something you put her up to. It’s cool that she looks out for you.” He lightly stroked the back of her neck. “But she’s right. I’m not going to find anyone else like you.”

On her way back from the bathroom, Monica received a text from Nick that just consisted of the completed version of the Gundam model he’d been working in. “So, I heard game night was pretty epic,” Austin said to Gabi as they settled back into their seats.

“Yes! It was great. You definitely have to come next time. Prove your nerd cred and all.”

“Mon can vouch for me? Right?”

The game continued to be a defensive battle, and going into the final minutes of the fourth, the score was Prospect City 14, Dallas 10. In the tense final minutes, Dallas completed a slant pass to get them into the red zone with a fresh set of downs with under 30 seconds to go. After one would-be game winner was waived off following the receiver being ruled out of bounds, along with a few other close calls, the road team failed to score and the stadium exploded in cheers.

“That was so much fun,” Gabi said as they walked into the open air of the parking lot. “Thanks again.”

“My pleasure,” he said, taking Monica’s hand.

It was quarter to 11 by the time Austin brought them back to their apartment, pulling into the lot just nearby.
 
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Monica grinned "I'm from out of this world, huh?"

When they returned to their seats, Monica laughed "I can't vouch for your nerd cred. Maybe Porter can. You don't talk nerd shit with me. Gabi's been trying to get me to play DnD so maybe some night you can like, come show me how to be an elf-lord or something."

When they pulled up in the nearby parking lot Monica gestured "coming in for a few or heading out?" Leaving it up to Austin, though making it clear there'd be no spending the night regardless of what they got up to.
 
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