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JIMMY OLSEN - GIRL REPORTER by Victoria Crane This humble piece of fan-fiction is based on TG drawings by Fraylim. I went looking for more inspiration in the form of photos of redheads and I found a page of Lindsay Lohan pics. Several of them directly inspire the outfits our "heroine" wears in this story. (Hey, maybe Miss Lohan will play Jimmy in the film adaptation of my story!) I've tried to stick to the story as presented in the drawings, but obviously had to embellish. Credit for the good stuff goes to Fraylim. Stuff you don't like is my fault. This story is kinda-sorta set in the DC Comics universe. In my alternate timeline: * Jimmy Olsen knows Superman's secret identity * Superman and Lois Lane aren't married. On with the story ... ---- I burst into Professor Emil Hamilton's lab and slammed the door shut behind me. "Professor," I pleaded, "you've got to help me!" "Jimmy Olsen! What's wrong son?" the absent-minded genius asked. "I'm in deep trouble, Professor! Intergang is after me!" Intergang is Metropolis' criminal gang with Darkseid's backing and Apokolips technology. "Intergang?!?" the Professor exclaimed, visibly alarmed. "That's very serious, Jimmy." "Don't I know it! I've been on the run for three days. I stumbled onto an Intergang arms smuggling ring while taking photos for another story in the warehouse district. I was spotted, but managed to escape. They've been scouring the city for me ever since." "Oh no." "It gets worse. While hiding in an alley, I overheard one of Intergang's goons say that they're bringing in DNA-tracking dogs from Apokolips to find me." "Why haven't you asked Superman to help you?" the Professor asked. "He's off-planet. What rotten timing! Can you help me?" I asked. "Hmmm," the Professor pondered, "I've heard of those DNA-tracking dogs. They can find anyone anywhere on the planet. There's no way to hide from them, Jimmy." "But there must be! Can't you change my DNA?" I was desperate. The Professor shook his head, "No, no that's quite impossible ... unless ..." "Unless?" I asked. "Unless what?" "Well," the Professor explained, "Superman brought a sample of an alien disease to me years ago. We haven't had time to study it much. It's called the Grandin Gender Reversal Disease." "Gender reversal!" I exclaimed. "You mean this disease could change me into a girl?" "Exactly. And it supposedly works fast; completing the transformation in a few hours." "What do you mean 'supposedly'?" "I've never seen the disease in action, son." Could I become a girl? Better a live girl than a dead boy I decided! "I want to try it." And since I had no other hope for survival, the Professor agreed. He injected me with the disease and had me lay down on a bed in the lab. In a few minutes I passed out. ---- I woke the next morning feeling groggy. "Ahh, you're awake," said the Professor. I blinked and sat up. The sheet fell away and I gave the Professor a view of my naked tits. Tits! I snatched the sheet back up and blushed. "Golly!" The Professor cleared his throat and met my eyes. "Yes. The experiment was a complete success, Jimmy. The Grandin Gender Reversal Disease works. How do you feel?" I gulped and looked down at the hills my girl-flesh made in the thin sheet. "I ... I feel okay, I guess. Tired, but I don't hurt. I can't believe it worked! Did my DNA change too?" "Of course," the Professor said as he stood. "You're a girl now. Your DNA couldn't be the same as a boy's. I'll leave you to get acquainted with your new body. If you need anything, yell." And with that he left. I scrambled out of bed and stood in front of a mirror. I was a girl. I still had my freckles and red-hair, but my face was rounder and ... a lot cuter. Had I shrunk? I did seem shorter and a lot smaller everywhere but my chest and butt. Christ ... look at these tits! Big, firm, big, round and big. I gave my nipples a little tweak that sent a tingle throughout my body, then gave my boobs a little squeeze. Mmmm ... that felt good. My waist was tiny, but flared out into a well-rounded bubble butt. My legs looked sleek and trim. I timidly ran a fingertip along my new cunt slit. Lord did that feel strange. Then I scrambled to get into clothes before the Professor came back. My t-shirt stretched to cover my new boobs, but did little to restrain their bouncing. My jeans didn't fit right at all -- too long, too wide in the waist and too tight in the ass. I was going to need a whole new wardrobe. Professor Hamilton called in a few favors with the local law-enforcement officials and quickly got me new ID. Now I was officially "Jamie" Olsen, cousin of Jimmy. The Professor also found me a new apartment. It wouldn't be safe to return to "Jimmy's" apartment. The new one came furnished and was in a high-rise with good security, which I have to admit I appreciated. My physical changes had me feeling very vulnerable. I was happy to crash at my new place. The rent was awfully expensive, but I'd worry about that another day. ---- The DNA-tracking dogs arrived in a boom-tube from Apokolips, but they just sat around. "What's up with those mutts?" Bruno "Ugly" Mannheim, the leader of Intergang, demanded. "They're supposed to be tracking Olsen!" The dogs' demon trainer sneered and replied, "There's one little problem. The man you're looking for isn't here anymore." "What do you mean 'isn't here'? Those dogs should be able to track him anywhere on Earth!" "Exactly. The DNA you seek isn't anywhere on Earth." ---- Two days later, Superman returned to Earth and Professor Hamilton told him what we'd done and why. Superman found me at my new apartment. "Jimmy?" he asked when I opened the door. I blushed. "Yes, it's me Superman. Come in." "Professor Hamilton told me all about it. Are you feeling okay?" He was staring at my tits. I looked down and replied, "I-I feel fine. I'm getting used to it." "I'll try to find Intergang and their leader Bruno "Ugly" Mannheim, Jimmy. But you know how hard they are to catch," Superman said. "Thanks, Superman. I think I'm safe now anyway. Nobody can see through this disguise." Superman hesitated for a moment, then said, "Professor Hamilton told me he used all the Grandin Gender Reversal Disease on your transformation, Jimmy. There isn't any to change you back. And I don't know where to find more. I found that sample in an alien trading market by accident." My head hung lower. "I understand, Superman. I'll be a girl for the rest of my life." Then, with a force of will I looked up and tried to smile. "It can't be so bad. I don't hear women complaining." He hugged me and I tried not to cry. "Call me Jamie from now on, okay?" ---- Clark arranged for Lois Lane to take me shopping the next day. When I met her at the department store, she took one look at my abundant new figure and scowled. She said, "Let's get this over with, Jimmy. I've got more important things to do." She had one of the clerks measure my sizes (34D-22-33, 5'4", dress size 1) and grabbed some bras, panties and stockings from displays. I saw a suit nearby and asked if I could try it on. "Go ahead," Lois snapped, "but I don't think it's you at all." The under-things were lacy and sheer. I took the bra from Lois and slipped it on. "I've worn bras lots of times, Lois," I explained, "when I was disguised undercover." Lois smirked. "Undercover, Jimmy? You sure it wasn't just for fun?" I put my hands on my hips and stuck my tongue out at her. "I bet you couldn't dress up as a guy and get away with it." "Nor would I want to," Lois replied. "Here are your stockings. Roll them up ..." "I know how to do it, Lois!" I expertly rolled the smokey stockings up my legs and attached them to my garter belt. Finally I pulled up my thong panties. It felt strange in my ass-crack and I wiggled my tush to settle it in. "Hmmph," Lois grumbled, "You make a very sexy girl, 'Jamie.'" "Thanks," I rolled my eyes. "At least Intergang will never recognize me now!" I tried on the suit while Lois left to find more clothes for me to try. I struggled into the restrictive suit, and frowned. Why couldn't women's clothes be comfortable as men's? Oh well, at least I was wearing pants. I stepped out of the dressing room. "No, no. That's not you, Jamie," Lois said. "You're cute, but not sophisticated. These flirty mini-skirts I found are more your style." She held up two tiny pleated mini-skirts. "Mini-skirts?!?" I pouted, "I want to wear pants!" Lois' eyes flashed fire. "Listen, Miss Olsen. Clark asked me to lead this little shopping expedition, so you are going to buy what I say. Is that clear?" Yikes! Lois' famous temper was intimidating. "Yes, Lois. I'm sorry. I really do appreciate your help." When I got home that night, my shopping bags contained four pleated mini-skirts and six stretchy knit tops. Oh, and three pairs of heels ... including black suede boots with spike heels. You should've seen me stumble around the shoe department in those! I couldn't tell if Lois wanted me to look like a schoolgirl or a hooker. Or both. Anyway, I wasn't up to fighting with Lois about it. At least I had some clothes that fit. ---- The next morning was my first at the Daily Planet as Jamie. I selected the most grown-up of the outfits Lois bought me. The shirt was a red henley-style of thin jersey material. It fit very tight and wasn't comfortable buttoned all the way up, so I left it open and showed some cleavage. I guess that's normal for girls with big tits like mine. I wore the grey plaid pleated-skirt and showed a lot of leg. I also wore the black boots; they seemed more appropriate than the other heels. I didn't have much choice in underwear. Lois bought me six pairs of thong panties and lacy bras. All were as skimpy and thin as possible. I could just smack that woman! Entering the newsroom, I tugged on my skirt but to no avail. It just wasn't long enough for comfort. If I bent over, everyone would get an eyeful of bare butt. My thong panties didn't cover anything! "Hi Clark," I said as I arrived at his desk. He looked up as I tried to adjust my skirt one last time. Clark's eyes boggled and he said, "Geez Jamie, you look like a naughty schoolgirl!" I blushed and squirmed, crossing my legs and covering my cleavage with my hands. "I know! I think Lois bought me this stuff just to embarrass me." Clark frowned. "I doubt she'd do that, Jamie," he said, but he didn't look too sure. "You do look cute." I blushed again. "I wish I had pants to wear." He shrugged. "Maybe you'll get acclimated to being a girl faster this way. You better check in with Perry. I filled him in so you can keep your job. I think he has an assignment for you." "Thanks Clark." I began to walk away, but I could feel his eyes on me. I turned and gave him a questioning look. "What?" I asked. "I can't believe that Jimmy Olsen's 'cousin' has such great legs." Clark let his eyes drift down my body and he grinned. I blushed and hurried away. I was sure that he was watching, so I gave my ass an exaggerated sway and giggled before darting around a corner. Being a girl was weird, but I might as well have fun with it. ---- Lois walked into Clark's office and found me there. Again. It was about the tenth time she'd found me there that week. "Jamie, don't you have anything better to do than hang around Clark's office?" she snarled. I cowered in my chair. "Not really. I finished my assignments and turned in the photos." I squirmed under Lois' fierce gaze. I was wearing a pink knit tank-top and polka-dot pleated mini-skirt she'd bought me; so I looked and felt particularly juvenile. "Perry won't let me go home early, and I get bored in my cubicle alone." "Clark has work to do and doesn't need you bothering him." Clark interrupted her. "If Jamie was bothering me, I'd tell her Lois." Lois glared at him. "Fine then!" And she left in a huff. "Golly," I said, "did I do something to make Lois mad?" Clark chuckled. "Don't worry about it, kid. She's not used to being the second prettiest woman at the Daily Planet." "Oh ..." I stared after Lois, then at Clark. I blushed and he chuckled again. ---- Later that day I found a present on my desk. The long slender box was wrapped in red paper. An attached card read, "I think you could use this. Enjoy!" I opened it to find a vibrator. It was realistically shaped like a cock. I quickly stuffed it in my purse and hoped nobody had seen. Lois Lane was really starting to get on my nerves. ---- I got my first (meager) paycheck as Jamie and "splurged" on three pairs of used jeans from a thrift store. Money was really tight but I'd had enough of mini-skirts. The next morning, Clark saw me wearing a peach-colored t-shirt and faded jeans that hung low on my hips. "Given up on skirts already, Jamie?" He looked sad. He seemed so disappointed that I actually felt abashed for wearing pants! "Yesterday on 6th Street a gust of wind lifted my skirt right in front of a bus full of people," I explained, blushing at the memory. "Don't I look okay?" Clark shrugged. "You look fine, I guess. I just thought the skirts were nice." Why did I have an urge to run home and change? ____ My personal finances became a big problem. I had no access to "Jimmy's" bank accounts (not that those amounted to much anyway) so I was starting from scratch. Bills were piling up -- new higher rent, a few essentials for around the apartment. Then my car broke down, resulting in a $2,000 repair bill! Photography is a fun job, but it doesn't pay much. I was deep in debt with no hope of getting out. I thought about getting a second job, but dreaded the idea of being a waitress. One day while snapping photos of the city's latest urban renovation project, I ran into another photographer named Johnny Crosslin. I knew Johnny, but of course he didn't recognize me. He introduced himself, then asked, "Have you ever thought of getting on the other side of the camera? You'd make a great model." Well ... I knew exactly what Johnny had in mind. He did a lot of "glamour" and nude photography in his studio. He'd worked with some centerfold models. "I don't think that's for me, Johnny." He gave me his card and said, "Think about it, Jamie. Models I work with make at least $200 per hour and ..." "$200 an hour?!?" I interrupted. Johnny smiled. "Yeah, and with your looks I could make you a star." "I don't care about being a star, but I could really use some extra income," I replied. I quickly thought it over. My new body had pushed me into this financial mess, so why not let it get me out of it? "Okay, I'll do it. When can we start?" ---- After work that same day I drove to Johnny's house. He'd converted his garage into a fully-equipped photography studio. Johnny introduced me to his girlfriend Amy, who'd do my makeup. She was very nice and chatted with me to calm my nerves. "All the girls are nervous at their first shoot," Amy explained. "If it helps, think of yourself as an actress playing a part." My costume for the shoot was simple -- black leather jacket, tight grey skirt, black leather boots. My hands were shaking as Johnny positioned me by a table to start. We started with lots of pics with the jacket on. I was still trembling and was sure the photos weren't good. He told me to lower the jacket zipper slowly. I did it, but as my deep cleavage was exposed I came unglued. "Oh Johnny! I'm just no good at this. I'm sorry!" I trembled harder than ever. Johnny gave me a quizzical look. "What do you mean, Jamie? You're doing fine. Come here and look at these." He connected his camera to a computer and popped my photos up on the screen. I looked timid and reticent in the pics ... but it worked! There's something provocative about a shy sexy girl, and I had to admit that my photos were hot. I realized with a start that looking at myself on that screen was turning me on! "See?" Johnny said. "Nothing to worry about. You're doing great." I nodded dumbly and got back into position. The rest of the shoot proceeded without a hitch. In a daze I peeled off the jacket. I posed every which way ... hands on hips, back to the camera (Johnny complimented my ass), arms wide, arms over my head. On and on it went. Eventually I worked my way out of the skirt and boots too. My nipples stayed rock hard throughout the shoot, and by the end my pussy lips glistened. My favorite shot has me leaning against a ladder, naked except for the boots and the jacket over my shoulders. One hand is behind my head, which caused my boobs to lift perfectly. I still get lusty when I see that pic. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Johnny asked. He paid me $400 (cash) for two hours work, and said I'd get $100 more when he sold the photos to an adult website. I agreed to return the next evening for another photo-shoot, then I hurried home. When I reached home, I got out the vibrator and ran it over my clit. Immediately I exploded in orgasm. My back arched and I gasped. The release of all that pent-up sexual tension was a huge relief. A wry smile crossed my face as I accepted that I was an exhibitionist. I got off on exposing my new body to others. Who would've guessed? "Everyone should enjoy their work this much," I gasped as I edged the vibrator into my virgin pussy. "Oh .... oh woooooooow." ---- Five days passed. Every evening I had a photo-shoot with Johnny and Amy. I posed in a variety of costumes including one of my own schoolgirl outfits, a nurse uniform, and assorted lingerie. After every photo session I raced home to fuck myself with the vibrator. It was thrilling to rub it over my clitty, but also felt wild buried deep in my hungry puss. What's a girl to do? Well, I don't know what other girls do, but I bought a special clitoral vibrator off the internet. Ahh ... dual bliss. I love my toys! My first photos hit the Internet and made a big splash. Scores of blogs linked to the free samples. My boobies and I were overnight sensations in the glamour photography business. Johnny and Amy convinced me to start my own website in partnership with them. We'd sell memberships to all the horny men who wanted to view my pics and videos. To preserve my privacy, at least a little bit, I was known as "Jasmine Ole" on the Internet. Get it? Well, think about it ... The money was a lifesaver and the sexual zing was an unexpected benefit, but I worried about my friends' reactions when they found out. Especially Clark. He was sort of a prude and I didn't think he'd take it well. ---- My time in front of the camera and my long masturbation binges afterwards forced me to adjust my mental outlook to fit my new body. I became comfortable in my own skin in ways that I never was as "Jimmy". I stood straight and tall, and walked with an assured strut. I went back to wearing mini-skirts and tight tops, and I wore them with pride. Displaying my body in sexy clothes was almost as much of a turn on as getting naked in front of a camera! The power of my gorgeous shape gave me confidence in everything I did. I flirted with everyone I met, men and women, just to see their reactions. But I didn't accept any of the passes that came back my way. I wasn't ready for that yet. Life was so different as a hot girl than as a geeky guy. I'd been ignored as Jimmy, but people paid attention to Jamie and jumped to do what I wanted. ---- At the secret headquarters of Intergang, Bruno "Ugly" Mannheim addressed some of his henchmen. "Superman may have taken Jimmy Olsen to another planet, but the boy might still be in contact with his relatives. Find out about them and report back to me." He stood and growled at his men. "I don't have to remind you that Intergang always covers its tracks. Nobody ... and I mean nobody ... witnesses one of our operations and lives. Not even 'Superman's pal'. Is that understood?" ---- My new confidence spilled over into my work at the Planet too. I seemed to be a quicker and more efficient photographer as Jamie than I was as Jimmy. Most days I finished my assignments before lunch. So despite Lois' objections, I spent a lot of time hanging out in Clark's office when he wasn't out working on a story. Today, Clark was finishing an article on Superman's latest exploits and was ignoring me. Which was surprising since men had been gawking at me all day. I was wearing the grey plaid pleated-mini-skirt and spiked-heel boots from my first day at the Planet. With them I wore a skin-tight black tank-top with spaghetti-straps that struggled to contain my big girls. No bra. I looked blazing hot and I knew it. I felt naughty and I was bored. Always a dangerous combination. I slumped in the chair, let my skirt ride up, and emitted a giant sigh. Clark glanced at me, turned back to his screen, then turned to get a good look at me. He grinned and remarked, "That's not a very lady-like way to sit, Jamie." I returned Clark's grin and shrugged, which gave a small shake and bounce to my unfettered boobs. His eyes avidly drank in the movement. "Maybe I'm not a lady-like girl." I'm sure he could see my panties under my tiny pleated skirt. My black lace thong panties. Teasing Clark revved my engines. "Maybe not, Jamie" Clark agreed. "Or should I call you 'Jasmine Ole'?" I froze. Uh-oh. The poop was about to hit the fan. "W-what do you mean?" I stammered. Clark grinned. "You know what I mean, Jamie. You should've told me you were a model." I sat up and crossed my legs. "H-how did you find out?" "One of the guys down in circulation is an avid reader of 'adult' blogs. He sent me an email with a link to your photos. We were both very impressed." I blushed beet-red and swallowed hard. "I needed the money Clark. My car broke down and my rent is sky high ..." Clark cut me off. "You don't have to explain, Jamie. I've noticed your improved spirits and confidence lately, and I assume it stems from moonlighting as a model. So as long as you're doing it of your own free will, I'm all for it." I exhaled in relief. "You are? Thanks Clark. I was worried about what you'd think." Clark's big grin came back. "I think it's great. I subscribed to your website yesterday." I gaped and blushed again. "You didn't!" "I did. Those nurse pictures are hot! I'm looking forward to the updates." I threw a notepad at him and laughed. "I can't believe you did that!" "I also like the 'Jasmine Ole' alias. It was clever to use an anagram of 'Jamie Olsen' for your stage name." I giggled. "You're the only one who caught that. 'Jean Oils Me' was another option." We both laughed at that. "The boys around here must be all over you," Clark said. "Have you been asked to the Independence Day Celebration yet?" The Daily Planet sponsored the city's Independence Day Celebration every year. It was a concert and fireworks on the waterfront, and Planet employees got dinner and drinks too. Everyone went. I twirled a lock of red hair in my fingers and pouted. "What boys? Everyone here is an old fart. I'll probably just go by myself." Clark asked, "Miss Olsen, may I have the honor of escorting you to the Celebration?" I frowned. "What about Lois? She isn't going to be very happy about that." "She's going with Lex." I bolted out of my chair. "Luthor? She's back with him?" "Apparently," he said. He didn't look too broken up about it. "That's just Lois being Lois. So will you go with me? Or am I too much of an old fart?" I was suddenly very conscious of Clark's penetrating gaze. "It would be my pleasure to accompany you, Mr. Kent," I said with a giggle. ---- I really wanted to look good for Clark. He was nice enough to ask me to the Celebration and I didn't want to embarrass him by showing up looking like a tart. Those stupid school-girl outfits that Lois bought me certainly wouldn't do. I fumed at the way she'd treated me. Lois could be such a bitch! Anyway, I just wanted to look good. Going out and showing off a little bit would be exciting. I realized something that made me stop in my tracks. This was my first date with a guy! I blushed and for a moment I considered backing out of it. But no -- no -- I couldn't stay cooped up in my apartment all the time. I wanted to get out, and going to the celebration with Clark would be fun. I could do this ... Clark was my pal. I found just the right thing in a tiny boutique on State Street. It was a little black dress. Shimmering satin, spaghetti straps and a short hem. Okay, it's mini-skirt length. Clark did say he likes my legs! I tried it on and it fit my curves like a glove. Cut straight across the top, it hugs and shapes my boobs perfectly. I wouldn't wear a bra with it, which would give me some provocative bounce up top. I giggled at that thought. The simple, elegant ... and minimal ... design made it appropriate for an outdoor night-time summer gala. I was so proud of myself for finding it on my own! It set off my red hair too. I bought strappy black heels. Got my ears pierced (ouch) for simple silver studs. Learned about make-up from the girl at the cosmetics counter. A long visit to the salon put soft highlights in my hair, manicured my fingers and toes, and waxed my legs smooth. That hurt, but it was worth it. I was going all out for my first date. Hopefully it would be a night to remember. ---- When Clark picked me up at my apartment, I got the reaction I wanted. I opened the door and his eyes bugged out! He whistled and exclaimed, "Wow kid! You're beautiful!" I giggled and spun around for him. "You like? I picked it out myself!" "I like the whole package. You're a stunning young woman, Jamie. I'm proud to be out with you tonight." That started me giggling with glee again. Clark took my hand and led me down the street. The waterfront was close enough to walk from my place. I asked, "Are you really proud to be with me, Clark? You're not embarrassed because I used to be a guy?" Clark looked at me and replied, "How could I be embarrassed, 'Jasmine'? You've adapted so well to being a girl that it's impossible to think of you as anything but. Any man would be proud to be your date tonight, kid." I pouted. "I wish you wouldn't call me 'kid'. I'm a grown woman." "Sorry about that. I'll try to do better ... kid." I punched him in the arm and we laughed and joked all the way to the park. ---- The Intergang henchman nervously kept an eye on Bruno "Ugly" Mannheim as he paced around the room. "Maybe Olsen didn't go off-planet. Maybe the DNA-dogs couldn't find him because he'd changed his DNA." "What?" replied Ugly Mannheim. "What are you talking about? Is that possible?" The henchman shrugged. "Anything's possible. Olsen is friends with Superman." "Well, then how do we find him?" "I think I already have. I did some checking into Olsen's 'cousin' Jamie. She isn't in any database anywhere. She doesn't seem to have existed before Jimmy Olsen disappeared." ---- Clark and I strolled into the roped-off Daily-Planet-employees only area. Lots of eyes locked onto me, so I gave my sweet ass a little more sway and leaned into Clark. I surmised that they'd all seen the photos of me naked. Well, as long as it didn't bother Clark, I wasn't going to be embarrassed. Clark put his arm around me and gave me a squeeze. We chatted with Perry for a bit. He couldn't take his eyes off my chest. Our editor is a real boob man. Then Lois and Lex approached us. Her eyes shot fire at me. I expected the boys to fight but despite Lex's smug face, Clark just smiled and held my hand tight. "Isn't your dress a little short, Jamie?" Lois snipped. Her white dress came to her knees. I shrugged and replied, "I'm still young enough to show off my legs." "And everything else," Lois sneered. I started to lunge at her, but Clark grabbed my waist and held me tight. "Now, now girls," he chided us, "no fighting. This is a party not a brawl." "I agree," said Lex. "Let's get something to drink," he said to Lois as he led her away. Clark faced me and chuckled. "You really are a fireball." I glared at Lois as she walked away. "Sorry. She's mean sometimes." He laughed and kissed me on the forehead. "Yes she is, and jealousy brings out the worst in her. You should ask Lana Lang about it." The rest of the evening was great fun. The food and wine were good. The concert featured suitably patriotic and rousing music. Clark and I sat on our picnic blanket sipping wine and enjoying the night. Lois and Lex weren't far away, and I caught her watching me. I decided to play with her mind. I stretched out on my back and rested my head in Clark's lap. "I think the wine is getting to me," I purred. "You don't mind, do you?" Clark gently brushed the hair out of my eyes. "Of course not." He absent-mindedly caressed my hair as we silently enjoyed the concert. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Mmmm ... that felt wonderful. Every muscle in my body turned to jelly, but my nipples got hard. Hesitantly, I lifted my hand and lightly traced my fingertips along Clark's steel-muscled leg. Wow wow wow! My breath was ragged and my skin was on fire. His cock stirred slightly under my head. I knew I should stop; should sit up and cool down. But there was just no way. Suddenly the music stopped and fireworks burst overhead. Clark jumped to his feet along with the rest of the crowd and pulled me up too. He stood behind me and wrapped me in his all-powerful arms. I leaned back against his broad chest and luxuriated in his body heat. Tentatively I wriggled my pert ass against his crotch, and he held me even tighter. I suppose the fireworks display was grand, and I must've enjoyed it because I couldn't wipe a silly grin off my face. But I have to admit that I don't remember them at all. The fireworks were spectacular. Clark and I laid on our backs on the blanket and stared up at the explosions in the sky. The temperature by the waterfront dropped and I snuggled against him for warmth. He put his arm around me. Unfortunately, when the fireworks ended, Clark noticed that something was wrong. The fireworks were launched from a barge in the harbor, and the barge appeared to be taking on water. "Two of the flotation chambers under the barge have rusted out," Clark explained. "I don't think the men onboard are in great danger, but they're going to get wet and that barge will be difficult to refloat if it sinks." I sighed. "Sounds like a job for Superman." "Yeah," Clark gave me a little hug. "Why don't you head home? I'll take care of this and catch up to you." And he was gone. ____ I didn't mind walking home alone; I was walking on air anyway. It was cool that my "date" was out saving the day. I turned a corner onto my street and came face to face with Ugly Mannheim. Crap. ---- Superman whisked the men off the sinking barge, then flew the barge to a drydock where it could be repaired. He was in a great mood. Better than he'd felt in ages. He flew a couple of laps high above the city, just for the joy of it. ---- Mannheim dragged me into my apartment and slammed the door. "You're a sweet piece of ass, 'Jamie'," he growled. "I think I'll play with you for a while before I twist your pretty neck." You probably wonder why I wasn't screaming for help. Well, I could've, but only Superman was strong enough to take on Mannheim. So I was doing the one thing that I could do -- I was digging around in my purse. Finally I found my signal watch and pressed the panic button. Ugly Mannheim reached for me, but in the blink of an eye Superman flew in the window. Just as quickly Superman grabbed the evil brute and carried him back out the window. I was saved. Hooray for the good guys! ---- An hour later, Superman zipped back in my window. Faster than a speeding bullet. That is so thrilling. I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck. He held me tight. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Did Mannheim hurt you?" I shook my head. "No. I'm fine. He didn't have time to hurt me. Are you okay? You were gone so long I was getting worried." He tossed me playfully into the air, caught me and kissed me on the nose. "I'm Superman, remember? Ugly Mannheim can't hurt me. It took a while to put him away where he'll never get free." I smirked at him. "That's twice you've kissed me, Clark. Once on the forehead and once on the nose. What do you say we try for the lips this time?" "Are you sure ..." I stood on my tip-toes and gave him a big smooch to shut him up. I backed off for a second, then tightened my grip around his neck and stuck my tongue down his throat. When I finally broke the kiss, I giggled, "Ease up on the hug, big guy. You're squeezing the breath out of me." "Sorry." He looked bashful. "Take me out again next Saturday," I blurted. I could see him swallow. It was so cute! Aggressive women made Superman shy! Well, he'd have to get used to it. We snogged for about a half-hour, then I somehow found the willpower to send him home. I closed the door behind Clark and sighed. The next week promised to be the longest of my life. ---- On Monday morning I popped into Lois' office. "Hi Lois." She scowled at me. I was wearing a Norma Kamali sleeveless trapeze dress that I found at Nordstrom. It was short, black and simply elegant. No more schoolgirl-look for me! "How was your date with Lex?" I asked. "Fine," she snapped. "You and Clark seemed to be having a good time." "Uh huh," I agreed. "Clark is such a great guy," I added with a sigh. Veins stood out on Lois' neck. "You're too young for him you know." "He doesn't think so," I giggled and left her office with a flounce of my hem. Next stop, Clark's office. He stood when I walked in. Good manners are so attractive in a man! "Wow. That's some dress," he exclaimed as he looked me up and down. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. Hard. Feeling deliciously dazed, I stepped back from Clark and slowly wiped my lips on the back of my hand. Then I turned and left without a word. I was trembling from head to toe. ---- Five days later, in the wee hours of Saturday night, I stretched like a cat and exclaimed, "Wow! you really are more powerful than a locomotive!" Giggles poured out of me as I slid my sweaty body on top of my naked super man. I nudged my pussy onto his still rock-hard dick. "Mmmmm," I purred, "your cock is so warm." Clark grinned up at me and gently rubbed my pink little nipples with his thumbs. "Maybe you should take it easy, Jamie. I don't want you to get hurt your first time." I pressed my tits harder into his hands and gave him a long slow kiss. Lord he's a good kisser. "It doesn't hurt at all," I murmured as I slowly gyrated my puss onto him. "It feels awesome." I felt Clark lift under me and his dick eased in to the hilt. It felt so good in me ... like it belonged there. I wanted to be impaled on Superman forever. Suddenly the bed fell away and Clark was levitating us about 3 feet above the mattress. "Whoa!" I laughed. I almost lost my balance but he caught me in time. "Wrap your arms and legs around me," he advised. I did so, and he began lovingly fucking me in mid-air. "Oh oh," I gasped, "that's ... that's brilliant." What a wild ride! Superman spun and twisted us in every way imaginable, while pistoning into my wet depths. I giggled, whooped, held on tight and loved every second of it. After about 15 minutes I started a string of orgasms that just wouldn't quit. The bliss went on and on, setting off every nerve-ending in my body. Finally I begged, "P-please Clark. Cum with me. Cum in me!" And with a great bellow, he did. I felt hot squirts slam into my quim, and it set off my biggest mind-blowing orgasm yet. We fell to the mattress with a thud and clung silently to one-another for long minutes. When I came back to my senses, I rained happy little kisses all over my Superman's face.