Super Jaded (3/23)

Chapter 3: Fern

I don’t know how long I cried before I heard keys fumbling at the lock. I pried my eyelids open, fighting the salty crust of my dried tears to do it. I instantly knew that I had cried myself to sleep again. Thankfully, this time the sleep was dreamless.

I heard a gasp from across the room, intuitively recognizing that it was Fern. She had this way of sucking in breath that was unique, and I knew that it was her the moment I heard it. Not that anyone else would have come to see me. The thought of her concerned face sent a ripple of warmth through me, despite the fact that I couldn’t actually see it.

I heard Fern’s bag drop to the floor, her feet pattering across the hardwood to the sofa where I lay. Her slim fingers grabbed my shoulders, giving me a gentle but urgent shake.

“Nina?!” I could hear the urgency in her voice. She was so worried.

“Hi, Fern,” I said, my lips curling into a grin as I focused my blurry eyes on her breathtaking face. Fern, even at just 19, was one of the few women in the world that could match my beauty. Her dark eyes, exotic features, and light brown skin gave away the mixed Native American and Chinese heritage that had formed such a stunning visage. It was impossible not to smile when I saw Fern.

Her furrowed brows immediately relaxed, the usual twinkle of good humor and unbridled optimism returning warmth to her eyes. I loved that look she had. It somehow made everything in the world better. Brighter. Happier.

She looked back at the television, still embedded in the wall, the acrid smell of burnt electronics wafting through the room. “Trouble with your TV?”

“Yeah,” I said, unable to find the sense of despair that had led me to that particular act of destruction any longer. Not with Fern here. “Or at least, trouble with what was on it.”

“Oh God,” said Fern, returning her glimmering eyes to mine, her long, fine hair swishing over her sculpted cheeks. “You weren’t watching that national security shit, were you?”

I felt my lips thin over my teeth. “What was I supposed to do? Ignore it? They’re calling me a threat to—“

“A threat to the security of self-important asshole congressmen everywhere,” Fern interrupted loudly, waving her hand dismissively. “Those ridiculous fucktards wouldn’t know what to do with a miracle if it landed in their laps. Which it did. In the form of the most wonderful, sexiest woman alive.”

I laughed, cracking away the stiffness of my dried tears. I couldn’t help it. It was impossible not to be filled with joy when Fern got going. My eyes wandered her unbelievably fit body, appreciating the athletic, energetic appeal that it seemed to radiate effortlessly. It was hard to believe anyone could be so vibrantly sexy without the benefit of super-serum, but she pulled it off.

“Seriously, Nina. Don’t worry about them. Everyone knows you’re the real hero in this world, and those guys are just jealous little shits.”

Fern’s impassioned eyes finally noticed my outfit. “Geez! What are you wearing? My God! You look even more sexylicious than usual!”

“My photoshoot was a little more revealing than I thought it was going to be,” I replied, enjoying the hungry look in her eyes as she drank in my appearance. I shifted on the sofa to give her a better view.

Fern’s wide eyes traveled my shapely length before catching a glimpse of the wadded-up ball of metal and glass that was my phone, and her expression shifted from one of admiration to one of pain.

“Checked your socials today too, I see?”

I nodded.

She bit her lip in concern, then grabbed my hand and pulled me from the sofa, reeling me in for a kiss. I melted into her. Why was it that she felt more like the superhero in our relationship sometimes?

“Well, maybe I should snap a picture of you in this and post it to your Insta. I’d like to see them say anything bad about you when you’re looking this delicious. Or say anything at all, really…” she smiled, her voice tinged with desire.

“You seem to be avoiding the whole speechless thing,” I said with a wink, slithering my hand from her firm hip to her sculpted back.

“Lest ye forget, my super-sexy Neensy, the ability to talk non-stop through even the most speech-challenged situations is my one and only superpower.” She drifted her fingertips over my chiseled stomach before trailing kisses down my neck.

Suddenly, her head shot up in alarm. “Geez, Neens! You’re tense as fuck!”

I shrugged sheepishly. “Been that kind of a day…”

Fern’s beautiful face scrunched up as she examined my features. “Did you dream about your grandpa again?”

I considered lying, not wanting to kill the mood, but I didn’t. I never wanted to be dishonest with Fern. So I nodded, albeit subtly.

She sighed, then seemed to consider. “Come on,” she said, taking me by the hand and dragging me to the bathroom. When we arrived, she quickly set about her work, closing the drain in our large whirlpool tub, then turning the knob for the hot water on full flow. As water poured into the bathtub, she opened the cabinet to extract four tea lights and a lighter. She lit the candles, placing one at each corner of the tub, then flicked off the lights.

“Someone is way too tense after putting way too many of the world’s problems on her toned, super-amazing shoulders. Luckily, I know just the solution for that little problem…”

“Fern, I don’t know,” I protested. “I’m not really in the mood for a—”

“Totally rad bath full of sudsy hot water and a massage from your favorite, naked lover…?” She cut me off, a twinkle lighting her dark, sultry eyes.

That got my attention. I stopped in mid-sentence, blinking in surprise. Had she just said naked? Was I in the mood for this sort of thing right now? I really didn’t think so. But I’d never taken a bath with Fern before, and I had to admit that I found the idea more than a little appealing.

She smiled as she saw the wheels turning in my head, circling around me to give my tense shoulders a sensual squeeze.

“God, your muscles are hard,” she said, a touch of huskiness entering her voice. A tingle of pleasure washed over me at the thought I was turning my gorgeous lover on without even doing anything. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her fingers on my skin, even though her massage was more symbolic than actually effective. She was just a regular human, and her fingers couldn’t dent my superhuman muscles.

Those fingers could, however, remove my skimpy top. And they did. Just before they removed my tiny shorts. And bra. And panties.

“I don’t know, Fern. I’m not sure I’m in the mood—” I started a second time.

Again, she cut me off. This time slipping her hand to the side of my face and turning it to give me a slow, sensual kiss. By the time she released it after what seemed like an eternity of hot, moist snogging, I couldn’t even remember what I’d been saying. That kiss had set my body on fire.

Turning to watch Fern’s long legs shifting, her sleek hips swaying out of her clothes, I could feel the heat of temptation rising within my body. Amber flickers of glowing candlelight licked at her taut, athletic curves, her eyes glimmering from her shadowed face. God, Fern was sexy.

“Tub. Now,” came Fern’s voice, dropping another half-octave into full-on husky territory. It was a command, not a request, and I was growing increasingly happy to obey.

Slipping my long legs under the warm, bubbling surface of the water, I felt the relaxing heat instantly work to ease my bottled tension. Fern was right. This did feel good.

It felt even better when I felt a warm, smooth leg slither into the water from behind a moment later. Fern’s firm, shapely calf descended the length of my back and hip, making me shiver from the sensual contact, in spite of the water’s heat.

Another perfect leg did the same, sending another wave of goosebumps over my flesh. Then, two taut nipples touched the top of my shoulders to either side of my neck before sliding into place at my shoulder blades. A pair of full, amazing breasts pressed into my back from behind, their firm, fleshy slopes bulging against my toned body. Most women with bodies as athletic as Fern’s didn’t possess breasts so lush. At least, not real ones. But nothing about Fern was fake. She was as authentic and natural as it got. Unlike mine, which had been built by my grandfather’s serum, Fern’s body was just naturally magnificent.

Hot breath warming the skin on the nape of my neck, I felt the tiny, invisible hairs on its surface rise. Fern’s beautiful lips pressed to the downward-sloping curve between neck and shoulder in a soft, languid caress. My eyes, unfocused as they stared at the flicker of a soothing candle, slowly closed, my long eyelashes brushing my upper cheeks.

Fern’s slim fingers snaked over my sculpted upper abdomen, tracing the contours of my muscled core before changing direction, traveling upward. They rose the swells of my breasts, their spreading touch like the slow and sensual flow of tendrils, causing me to gasp a shuddering breath as they reached my tightening nipples.

“God, Fern...” I breathed, her touch, as always, building a tsunami of desire within me.

“Shhhhh…” came her reply, the hiss of sound like a hot summer breeze as it swept over my collar bone. My body trembled at the breathy whisper of her quieting breath.

Her fingertips began to trace circles over the crowns of my breasts, each small movement sending an electric ripple of stimulation through my softest flesh.

I purred softly, allowing my body to relax a little more under my lover’s sultry touch. I felt Fern’s lips curl into a smile as she trailed kisses up my neck to the sensitive flesh just behind my ear. She smelled wonderful, her natural scent an intoxicating combination of forest cedar and spring tulips.

Her right hand began to descend, her left continuing to rub fire into my left nipple. I felt her soft fingers roam my taut stomach as her long, lovely legs rubbed against mine, slipping over them. Her heels hooked my ankles, drawing them to each side of the tub, parting my legs.

Her smooth hips pressed into my backside as her right hand continued its sensual descent, grazing my lower abdomen as it neared its destination. Her curvaceous body pressed into mine more tightly from behind as her index finger began to trace my moistening folds, her other hand still massaging my left breast as it rose and fell with my deepening breaths.

“Mmmmm,” I breathed, my voice coming out as more of a throaty hum than actual speech. The feel of her affectionate fingers was exquisite as they massaged my erogenous zones with delicate precision.

Her right hand slipped into my body, fingering my insides as if attempting to decide what to do to me. I moaned again, louder this time, luxuriating in the feel of my lover’s bath-heated digits. She slipped her fingers inside me, each rounded nail seeming to brush the interior of my canal in a carefully orchestrated symphony of coordinated movement. Fern could do things with her hands that absolutely destroyed me every time.

“How... are you... doing that?” I half-breathed, half-moaned as waves of unbelievable pleasure radiated from the tips of her slender appendages, turning my breathing shallow and causing my skin to flush with sudden heat.

“Salish tribe secret,” she replied, her movements creating ripples in the water before me. I could almost see the mischievous look in her eyes, despite the fact that she was behind me. That was always her reply when she didn’t want to tell me something.

But before I could probe about it any further, she did something else. I wasn’t entirely sure what, probing the inside of my body in the most rapturous way imaginable. I gasped, sucking in a sharp breath as her fingers massaged me with a skill that belied her nineteen years of age.

“I can’t… believe you… never had… a girlfriend… before…” I managed between gasps as the feelings inside me built in an ever-escalating crescendo of rising ecstasy.

“I never have. But I do have a female body to practice on…” she said.

My mind, hazy with pleasure, couldn’t quite piece it together. “Body… to practice…? Wh-whose...?” I inquired between increasingly excited pants.

“Yeah,” she said seductively, biting the tingling flesh of my long neck with her teeth like some sort of sensual vampire. “Mine.”

It was probably a good thing I was invulnerable. The force with which she bit down probably would have broken the skin otherwise.

Licking my neck in an urgent caress of her tongue, she curled her fingers inside me, doing something with her knuckles and nails that sent a burst of erotic sensation into my quivering womb.

“Oh God, Fern!” I cried, my voice airy but escalating in volume. “That feels so fucking good!”

My long legs squirmed against hers, my pale skin contrasting with her creamy mocha flesh as our smooth, sinuous muscles flowed together under the steamy water.

Fern’s left hand rose from where it had been swirling over my nipple, her touch lightly turning my head so that she could devour my mouth with her lips. Her right plunged deeper into me, filling me with silky, wriggling fingers.

“Ungggghhhh,” I gasped as we kissed, ecstasy building within me as I quivered, my both enveloped from behind by the heated, curvaceous form of my gorgeous lover.

Fern shifted, sliding her nubile body beneath me, raising my trembling form higher until my breasts cleared its surface. Steam rose from their twin hemispheres, my hands rising to cup them. Water streamed from their upper slopes over my fingers as I began to knead them, lost in the erotic pleasure of my lover’s rapturous touch.

Our mouths wide, tongues locked in a moist, writhing dance, I felt my climax near. My abs clenched. My toes curled. I broke our kiss and screamed.

My hips thrust from the water, my back arching. Fern’s fingertips continued to deliver shockingly powerful ripples of unspeakable pleasure into my womb as my body began to convulse.

“Fuck...! That feels… so good!” I whimpered under the blissful onslaught.

Fern gave me another open-mouthed kiss as quakes continued to ravish my body, her lips nursing me through one last surge of orgasmic pleasure before my body splashed back into the water.

When I broke our kiss, I was breathing heavily, momentarily unable to speak.

“So you liked that move, eh?” asked Fern with a coy smile and a coquettish flutter of her long lashes. “I’ll have to file that away in my ‘things Nina likes’ archive.”

After a moment to let my heart rate calm, I managed to rasp a response. “That file must be getting pretty big these days.”

“Of course! It should be! It’s all in the line of superwoman-pleasuring duty,” she giggled.

“Duty, huh?” I replied, my voice gaining a little more volume. “So it’s like work?”

“Sure, I guess so,” Fern snaked her hands back over my shoulders to continue her previous massage. “A very pleasant, very demanding, very delicious job...” I turned, and she gave me a nefarious wink.

“I think I hear duty calling again…”

My eyes widened. “So soon? I don’t know if I’m ready for—”

But by the time she had finished her next ‘things Nina likes’ maneuver, I was good and ready.