Beyond Super

Okay, so rather than waiting until I have a finished story to post for April, I thought it might be fun to post some of the Patreon exclusive stories I'm working on as serials. I love that format, and it will give you guys a chance to give me feedback along the way. It will also give you new reading material on a much more frequent basis. So here's the first of my Patreon serials, Beyond Super.

CHAPTER 1: Alyssa’s Birthday Wish

Clark Kent adjusted his glasses and his tie at the mirror, then pulled his trench coat from the hook by the door and put it on. Invulnerable to the cold, he had no need of coats, but it was necessary to keep up appearances as his alter ego. As he walked out the door, he heard a giggle to his left. Turning to look, his blue eyes took in the form of a breathtaking young blonde in a crop top and mini skirt. It was the youngest member of his neighbor’s family, Alyssa.

“Hi there, Clark!” the gorgeous girl said, noticing his gaze on her. She bounded over to greet him, her blonde ponytail bobbing with excitement. Her crystal blue eyes flickered flirtatiously as she gave him a friendly hug, pressing her voluptuous figure into his rock-hard chest. She released the hug, taking a step back to admire his heavily muscled frame.

“I always love running into the best looking guy in the neighborhood,” she said, biting her lower lip and twisting her taut, sexy figure from side to side flirtatiously.

Unable to keep his eyes from dropping to survey the graceful curves of the girl’s fit, nubile body, Clark swallowed hard. The daughter of his neighbor, Roman McKnight, Alyssa had been ascending in attractiveness over the past couple of years. He hadn’t seen her in a while and hadn’t been prepared for just how much puberty had ripened her already delicious body into absolute magnificence. The girl radiated youthful, feminine perfection. For the first time, Clark felt the sensual power of a woman overwhelm his normally super-strong willpower, leaving his knees weak with arousal.

Alyssa’s pert breasts were much larger than ever before, their firm slopes displaying a spellbinding window of cleavage inside her low cut top. Their fullness pushed the thin fabric outward, molding the fabric into seductive curves that were absolutely breathtaking. As his eyes dropped lower on her body, he saw that the size of her chest had pulled the top high enough to reveal nearly her entire abdomen. And the delicious expanse of sculpted stomach that the skimpy shirt left bare was amazing. Alyssa had always had a flat stomach—which she’d shown off in front of Clark at every opportunity over the years—but now he could see the telltale ridges of actual abdominal muscles etched lightly into its flawless flesh. Not only that, but her arms and legs looked significantly more defined than usual, succulent swells of lusciously toned feminine muscle sinuously flowing their entire length.

Clark felt heat prickle his cheeks as the girl noticed his wandering eyes, her long eyelashes lowering slightly. He cleared his throat and attempted to keep his eyes on her exquisite face.

“Hi, Alyssa. I’m flattered, but I’m sure there are better-looking guys your age around. I’m sure that you won’t have any trouble finding someone at your school. You’re looking absolutely amazing these days.”

The instant he made the flirtatious comment, he knew it was a mistake, knowing that it would only encourage his teen admirer. The last couple of years, he’d caught her eying his muscular physique more than once. But she was far too young for him.

Still, he had to admit that what he had said was true. Alyssa had always been a particularly attractive girl, but she looked significantly more fit and shapely than she ever had before. It was probably just his perception, but it looked to him as if she’d received the benefit of a year of puberty—not to mention some pretty intense workouts—in the months since he’d last seen her! Now, he was hard pressed to think of a woman that could match her phenomenal beauty.

Sparks of delight danced across the surface of her large, luminescent eyes with his admiring words. She picked at the hem of her tiny skirt with her long fingers, a huge smile curling her full lips. Great Scott! He definitely shouldn’t have said that. He needed to qualify his words or something. And fast!

“I mean, you’re almost as beautiful as Di—er, Wonder Woman. And she’s very pretty.” What was wrong with him? Where had that come from? He was supposed to be shutting her down. Instead, he was continuing to encourage her! There was no need to compare her to his Justice League colleague! What had made that thought occur to him?

Smile widening further, Alyssa thrust her chest forward, breasts tightening against her tiny top as it drew even tighter against her luscious curves. She fidgeted coquettishly, enjoying the tongue-tying effect her developing body was having on the neighbor she’d crushed on for most of her teenage years.

Looking at her face, he swallowed hard. The girl’s luminous eyes, sculpted cheekbones, and plush lips were fit to grace the cover of a fashion magazine. She was achingly gorgeous. And extremely fit. He decided the teen gymnast could easily have a career as a fitness model—or any other type of model, really—in her future should she so desire.

He wouldn’t be surprised if every boy in her school were completely infatuated with her. He searched his eidetic memory. Even with his super-hearing and ex-ray vision, he couldn’t remember ever noticing her bringing a boy home or even leaving with one on a Friday night for a date. Her activities seemed limited to cheer practice, glee club rehearsal, and homework.

Alyssa ran her slender fingers over her sleek hips, batting her long lashes at him. She spoke in a breathy voice. “It’s my eighteenth birthday today. Did you know that, Clark?” Clark didn’t need super-senses to detect the excitement in her tone.

“I didn’t, actually. Happy birthday, Alyssa!”

She beamed at him, huge blue eyes flashing. She raised a small, glowing silver sphere between them.  Clark felt a wave of energy prickle his skin. What was that? It was an artifact of considerable power. It must be to get this sort of reaction from its presence alone. “My dad gave this to me. He said he found it years ago among the crops at the Kent farm. He said he’s been wanting to give it to me for years, but that he was saving it for a special occasion—like my eighteenth birthday!”

She giggled. “I’ve decided it’s a wish stone,” she said, taking a step backward and catching her heel on the edge of his walkway. She began to fall backward.

Clark reacted instantly, lunging forward to scoop her curvaceous body into his massive, steely arms.

“Thank you!” she breathed, relieved, as he set her back on her feet and stepped back. Alyssa’s smile quickly returned as she eyed his biceps hungrily. “You’re so strong!”

“I, um, work out,” Clark replied hesitantly, desperately hoping she didn’t really think about the superhuman quickness of his reaction in addition to his physique. He was a little off balance from this girl’s attention right now, and he didn’t need to be challenged to come up with an explanation for his reflexes. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have noticed that aspect to his timely rescue.

“I bet you’re into strong women, huh?” she said, eying him expectantly as she traced the faint lines of her abs.

“I do like powerful women, I suppose,” Clark admitted, a blush rising from his thick neck over his chiseled jaw to his cheeks.

“Powerful, huh,” she repeated absently, her gaze growing distant as she said the words. She squeezed the sphere in her hand tightly and closed her eyes, her long lashes fluttering as she seemed to concentrate.

A moment later, she opened them. “I made my wish,” she said, her full lips settling into a smirk this time. “Want to know what I wished for?”

“Sure, Alyssa. What did you wish for?” Clark asked nervously, more curious than he cared to admit as the sexy girl’s desires.

She stepped forward and hugged Clark a second time, pressing her firm, curvaceous body against his heavily muscled torso. She pushed onto her tiptoes to lift her chin over his shoulder and whisper into his ear. “I can’t tell you, silly, or it won’t come true.”

Her expression turned mischievous. “But I really hope it does...”

She pulled away, giving him a cryptic smile as she tensed her small muscles, then turned and began to skip down his walkway to the sidewalk toward school. Clark shook his head, but couldn’t help a furtive glance at the spherical swells of Alyssa’s succulent ass as she distanced herself from him. Her glutes looked much more developed than they had the last time he’d seen her as well. The way they filled out her skirt…wow!

Get a hold of yourself, Clark! he thought, admonishing himself internally. Eighteen or not, she’s your neighbor’s daughter! And what kind of role model is Superman if he can’t keep from ogling a girl almost a decade younger than he was!

Clark set his jaw, willing himself to ignore the sight of her long, tightly muscled legs, visible abs, and luscious cleavage which bounced under her revealing top as she bounded away.

For the first time in his life, his willpower failed him, and he watched her until she disappeared down the street, wiping away the beads of sweat that had gathered on his brow.