Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

Pushing up on both hands, Monica kept fucking her girl, watching the toy disappear into her body over and over. She watched the olive toned skin of Gabi's ass ripple with the impact as she drove in deep, pushing the head of the cock along her upper wall. "you look so fucking hot getting fucked baby." she swallowed, loving the sight of her girl beneath her, the sound of her moans and the way she begged for me. "you're fucking mine."
 
Gabi breathed harder and harder with every passing thrust of the strap-on. “Yesss. I’m yours. All yours.” Her moans got louder as Monica adjusted the angle of her fake cock. Gabi’s head arched pitched back again. “Fuck! Yes.” She looked over her shoulder at her lover, then faced forward. The lower-pitched moans suddenly gave way to more high-pitched, girlish squeals. “Ohhhh…oh my fucking god!” Gabi’s curvy body shuddered as another low, long moan escape her lips and she came hard with the toy slipping in and out of her pussy.

“Ohh god,” Gabi said, face hitting the pillows in front of her. She rolled over now, staring up at Monica and the glistening pseudo-dick. Sitting up with a satisfied grin on her lips, she pulled her girlfriend in close. Gabi’s hand brushed the shaft and when she wrapped her arms around Monica to kiss her, the older girl could feel the moisture on her hand.

Brushing aside some golden hair, Gabi said, “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” She kissed her cheek, then the side of her jaw, her lips brushing her ear. “I’m so lucky to have you.” A hand reached down to cup Monica’s breast. “So…tell me what you want. Do you want me to wear this? Do you want me to break out the bullet?”
 
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"the bullet. hold me and use the bullet" she smiled "sit up and let me sit between your legs and rest back against you while you paly with me." she got situated, sitting between Gabi's legs, then rested her head back against her shoulder and pulled her lover's hands to her chest. she sighed and turned to kiss her neck, biting softly "mmm touch me like you'd touch yourself and talk to me while you fuck me baby"
 
“Mmm, I like this,” Gabi purred as Monica rested back against her. She tenderly cupped her girlfriend’s breasts in her warm hands, feeling their soft undersides while nuzzling the side and nape of the blonde girl’s neck, brushing her hair aside so she could kiss and nibble. “You feel soo good in my arms, carino,” she said.

She continued to stroke Monica’s breasts, rolling her nipples with her fingers and feeling them stiffen. “I could just hold you all day.” The dark-haired girl lightly bit the older girl’s ear and picked up the magenta vibrator. Gabi walked her fingers down Monica’s stomach. “Do you know how much I touched myself thinking about you, baby?” A moment later, she was dipping her hand between her girlfriend’s legs. “Before we kissed?”

Gabi’s digits gracefully rubbed the scant hair above Monica’s mound, then went lower, starting to the tease the top of her slit. “Do you know how crazy you drove me?” Her fingers now curled into her lover’s pussy, and a moment later, Monica heard a low whirring sound.
 
Monica moaned and rocked against Gabi's hand a little "mmmm why don't you tell me" she turned and kissed her lover's neck, biting softly, sucking just below the ear. She covered Gabi's hand with her own, pushing the fingers tighter against herself. She sighed, relaxing back against Gabi, letting her play with her, letting go of Gabi's hand to let her lover do as she pleased "Tell me what you thought about, Corazon"
 
Gabi gently touched the buzzing toy to Monica’s right breast. As it softly vibrated and made contact with the older girl’s nipple, Gabi said, “I would think about what it’d be like to kiss you. Feel your amazing lips. Feel wanted by you.”

The brunette’s fingers leisurely played with her lover’s pussy, brushing her clit. “Do you remember this summer when we were sitting here watching makeup tutorials on your laptop? We were squeezed in all tight so we could both see and…I wanted you to tell you. Tell you I needed you.” Her fingers began to steadily if lightly massage Monica’s clit as the bullet sent vibrations through her breast.

“Then you’d kiss me,” Gabi said, pressing her lips against Monica’s as she tilted her head. The Latina’s tongue slid against hers for a moment. “You’d let me take off your shirt.” She placed the toy against Monica’s other nipple, then let it rest between her breasts. “You’d let me slip a hand into your panties," she continued, fingers picking up a bit of speed now. "Feel your soft, perfect pussy.”

Gabi began to lower the vibrator.
 
Moaning, Monica kissed Gabi back. Her tongue spiraled around Gabi's, teasing around it. She sucked Gabi's tongue into her mouth, her hand tugging at the roots of her hair "I like kissing you." She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to Gabi's, feeling the other girl's breath on her. Feeling the warmth and softness of her touch, all the love pouring out of her. She sighed and kissed her neck, her body shifting a little, her hand tugging at the roots of her hair again. She pressed her chest against Gabi's hand, then wriggled as the vibrator slipped down. She could feel the hum in her skin, and felt her body ache for it. "mmmm fuck angel."
 
Gabi momentarily pulled back from the kiss, then leaned forward for more, closing her eyes as Monica’s tongue pressed against hers. She sighed with pleasure as her girlfriend kissed her neck. Smiling slyly, she lowered the bullet vibe between Monica’s thighs. Slowly, she dragged the tip of the toy down her girlfriend’s pink lips. “How does that feel, sweetie?” she asked, stroking a lock of Monica’s hair with her other hand before kissing her again. “That feel good?”
 
purring, Monica ground her ass back against Gabi "I think you know it does" she loves the muted feel of the buzzing toy against her lips, and through them her clit. It's better to start off that way, not as direct. she kisses Gabi's neck, biting, gently sucking. She runs her hand through Gabi's hair, tugging at the roots gently, twisting her fingers in them. She kisses to her ear, then traces her tongue along the ridges softly "I love how you make me feel. God you always make me feel like the center of the fucking universe. Like I am the only thing you see."
 
Gabi moaned as Monica kissed her bare flesh, continuing to just tease her lover’s soft folds with the toy. “You are my world, querida,” the dark-haired girl said, gradually guiding the vibrator down the length of her slit. Her other hand began to massage Monica’s breasts, alternating attention on the right and the left one, stroking their curves, playing with the nipples. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” She kissed her way down the nape of the blonde girl’s neck.

Gabi slowly inserted the very tip of the compact vibrator into Monica’s pussy.
 
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Monica tenses and relaxed, then gently drew Gabi's fingers up "just play around my clit with it" she kissed along her lover's neck, then found Gabi's lips with her own. She tugged on the roots of Gabi's hair as she reached back over her shoulder, drawing the other girl in for kiss after kiss. "love you, Gabi"
 
“Love you, baby,” Gabi replied. She wrapped one arm around Monica’s midsection, holding her tight. Her other hand shifted, pushing the silicone toy into Monica’s pussy. As they kissed one another with the intensity of the first time they’d pressed their desperate lips together, Gabi’s fingernails dug into her girlfriend’s side.

Monica could feel the reverberations as her dark-haired lover explored her pussy with the toy, coming near but not touching her sensitive nub. “You let me know when I’m in the right place,” Gabi said, biting Monica’s earlobe. She kissed Monica’s bare shoulder once, then twice, then a third time, digging her teeth in a bit, her black hair hiding her face.
 
Monica gently guided Gabi's hand, "there' then let her play. she gasped, feeling the humming toy bringing her close swifter than any set of fingers. She whimpered softly, grinding back against Gabi, loving the feel of her against her, so soft, so girly and warm, she smelled so good... "Fuck baby just like that. just like that" Her breath came faster, face flush. Her body strained, taut like a bowstring...
 
“Yes, show me,” Gabi said with an urgent tone to her voice. “You like that?” Her lips pressed wetly against Monica’s neck. Her free hand pinched Monica’s nipple, then caressed her breast. As the vibe buzzed and buzzed, Gabi lowered her hand to rub the inside of Monica’s left thigh, alternating massaging and dragging her fingernails across it. “Let me feel how wet you are,” she said, fondling the glistening, wet lips as the toy penetrated her girlfriend. “God, yes."
 
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Bucking her hips, jerking, she felt all her muscles strain, then let go. She moaned and quivered, feeling shock after shock of orgasm ripple through her. her nails dug into Gabi's skin, leaving marks as she felt the buzzing toy push her over the edge and into a hard orgasm "fuck" she jerked away from it, the humming all too much as she was super sensitive now "Jesus Gabi" she felt herself tremble a little, little shocks still echoing through her.
 
“Yesss, baby.” Gabi held Monica as tightly as she could as her body jolted with ecstasy, placing kiss after kiss on her neck, shoulders, and the sides of her face. “Fuck, I love to watch you cum,” the usually demure younger girl said, dropping the toy to the bed and pulling her lover to the dampened sheets below. Spooning Monica, she stroked her hip lovingly and buried her head in the older girl’s blonde hair. “Mmmm, I can still feel you inside me, carino.”
 
Monica curled up and pressed her ass back against her lover. She wrapped Gabi's arm around her, threading her fingers through her lover's and tugging her hand against her stomach. She sighed and closed her eyes, rocking her ass back against Gabi "not gonna lie, was super fucking hot to fuck you like that." She smiled and pulled her girlfriend's hand to her lips and kissed it, then drew her in against her more "you're so warm. its gonna suck to get up and go see Tom's parents but I should do that in a bit. Not right this second." she sighed and closed her eyes, just drawing on the warmth of her curvy girl.
 
Gabi hugged Monica, her fingers toying with the blonde girl’s stomach. “Yeah. I didn’t know how I’d feel about it but…just wow,” she said, nuzzling her lover’s ear. “I’m glad I didn’t start with a higher setting,” she said playfully as she snuggled.

The Latina stroked Monica’s hair for a while and just held her, making up for some lost time over the course of the week.

Someone had had Monica’s father’s Tercel towed back to the house, so she was able to find a set of keys and head over to Amy and Dan Reed’s house. It was a modest home in slight disrepair—paint flaking, bald patches of lawn that needed reseeding, a front step that wobbled as Monica stepped on it—but brought back a flood of memories.

“Hey there!” Amy exclaimed when she opened the door to find her standing there. “Come here, honey.” She wrapped Monica up in a hug. “So good to see you. Come in, come in. You want a drink or something to eat? I picked you up some Pepsi. You’re my Pepsi girl, right?” she said, apparently mixing up Dr. Pepper and Pepsi. “Or I can put on some coffee. I want to hear about everything. How is school going?”

As they walked in, Monica spotted a stack of dirty dishes in the sink. “Sorry about the mess. Still digging out from Thanksgiving and the guys are out picking out a Christmas tree. How was your Thanksgiving?”
 
Tom's mom had clearly not taken things well. "Oh is Ian home? that must be nice for you." She smiled "A pepsi would be GREAT." she leaned into it. No need to upset the woman and pepsi was just fine. "Why don't I wash and you can dry?" She moved over to the sink, starting to tidy up a little "we can chat while we work." She smiled over at Tom's mom "Any plans for the holiday? We should be home a while over break. it will be nice to be away from the City." She started washing "Thanksgiving was eh. My dad isn't a great cook so we didn't have a big bird or anything. I would normally do it but you know, wasn't one thawed in time. Man's an engineer and he doesn't know it takes a while to thaw a 16 pound hunk of meat you know?" She looked around a little "So you said the boys are looking for a tree. Is Ian home? His band seems really nice. There's a singer. Eve I think her name is? She's cute. nice. She'd be good for him."
 
The tall woman reached into the refrigerator and handed Monica a cold can of soda. “There you go!” As Monica moved toward the sink, Amy said, “Oh, don’t trouble yourself with that.” As the younger woman started in on them, though, she grabbed a towel to help out.

“No big plans,” Amy said. “Dan’s father and probably his sister will be here. That’s about it.” She smiled. “I’m sure your dad’s happy to have you back. You didn’t get any turkey? Please, let me send you home with some. I think we’re all in danger of a tryptophan overdose here.”

As they made short work of the dishes, Amy answered, “Yep, he’s out with Dan but he’s been here since yesterday morning.” She put the towel back on the rack. “A singer, hmm? I hope she’s nice. Normal. He could use normal for once. I don’t know what to do with him sometimes. It’d be nice if he tried school. He’s not smart like Tom but maybe he could get an office job somehow. Can you imagine that?”

Amy lobbed a thousand questions about college at Monica and they got caught up sitting in the living room where Monica and Tom had curled up in front of the TV on countless occasions. There were pictures of him on every conceivable surface.

Afterwards, Amy brought down a floral-patterned box. “I figured you’d probably want to keep these things,” she said, a bittersweet smile on her face. The box contained a cache of mementos—photographs from a still-functioning photo booth they’d stumbled on during a trip to a lakefront resort town, a dog-eared copy of The Martian Monica had inscribed and given him for Christmas, a ticket from the county fair they’d gone to early in their relationship, and his senior yearbook.
 
Suddenly, confronted with the physical remains of her relationship, the little things that were so innocuous but held so many memories. Tom reading "the Martian" While she semi dozed with her head in his lap, Tom playing with her hair absently with his free hand. Tom trying to win her a bear at ring toss that she absolutely was more qualified to win for herself, having to pretend to let her new boyfriend be the skilled one. Touched by how much he spent trying. Her making stupid faces at the camera in the booth while Tom had a long suffering look on his face. A book that laid out the last real year she'd had with him, as her own senior year he'd only been around on weekends. That had been spent trying to fuck as much as they could now that she was 18... It was all too much. She was overcome by a profound sense of sadness, tinged with her own guilt. She'd betrayed him. Every moment she was happy with Gabi was a knife in the back of his memory. He'd been to good for her then and she was definitely not good enough for him now, even in death. She sobbed a moment, clutching it all to her chest. "thank you" She didn't know how to navigate this with Gabi, but she needed these things. She still needed him in a way. She still loved him and because he hadn't been around long enough to fuck up, she probably always would. "I do. I do want to." She got up and blew her nose, then came back "we drove out to the fair in that camaro of his. I remember thinking I was the luckiest girl in the world. Hot guy, hot car, nice summer day... we had the windows down...maybe one of the happiest days of my life."
 
Amy soon had tears streaming down her face as Monica broke down, even as she smiled at the young woman’s memories of the county fair. She gave Monica a hug, and the older woman’s body trembled with silent sobs. “He loved you so much,” Amy managed to say. “I’m sorry. I should have…I should have waited until more time passed before I…before I gave you these things. I know it’s still so…it still hurts so much, and I—”

The door to the house opened. “—not going to happen,” they heard Ian say in a light tone from the adjoining room. “Mom’ll kill you if you bust up your back again.”

“I’m fine,” Dan grumbled. A moment later, Ian and Dan were in the living room, Ian hauling the bulk of the sizeable Christmas tree in his toned arms, his back to the two women. His stepfather, a dark-haired guy with handsome features that seemed prematurely weathered, caught a glimpse of Monica and Amy’s distraught expressions. “Should we come back?”
 
Monica took Amy's hand "no. no, now was good. It isn't too soon. Your son was amazing. He's going to shape my life forever. Even if I get married or whatever, he was the first person to ever love me for who I really am. He was the first person to really see me." She wiped her eyes as the boys came in and shook her head "no. We were just having a moment" She kept her hand on Amy's, figuring the woman could use some comfort and support with all the male energy in the house. "By all means, put up the tree." Putting it up might distract Amy and bring some much needed Joy back to the house. Also it might help Ian, who now had to contend with the house being a shrine to the boy he inadvertently killed because he didn't uber. In hindsight, expecting a rural kid to remember to uber when he was wasted was pushing it a little. This was a house on the brink.
 
Amy nodded, squeezing Monica’s hand tightly. “Well. You’re a great girl. I’m missed you,” she said.

“Tree stand?” Dan said a bit sharply to Amy.

“I’ll go grab it,” Amy said, getting up and moving toward the basement door.

“Sit, Mom,” Ian said, give Monica a little wave. “I’ll go grab it.”

“Hey, Monica,” Dan said, a bit awkwardly. He had never seemed to figure out how to act around her. He asked about her dad and her Thanksgiving as Ian returned with the stand.

As Ian and Dan got to work on the tree, Amy brought Monica into the kitchen again. “If I can’t send you home with some turkey and stuffing, at least let me send you home with a slice of apple pie. Dan polished off the ice cream or I’d send you home with some of that.”

After loading her up with some food, Amy prodded Ian to help her carry the leftovers to the car, Monica carrying the box of Tom’s belongings in one hand. He had a contemplative look on his face as he walked with her. “Hey,” he said as they walked down the driveway. “So…I was glad to hear about you and Gabi.”
 
Monica felt awkward "were you? you don't... you don't think its too soon? I... I dunno. I think its too soon but... If I didn't move on it she'd have found someone else." She sighed "she's great but. I can't help but feel like I owed your brother more. Which is dumb, cause he's gone but... fuck. you know?"
 
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