A Night With Lana

Girls of DC

Chapter 3

Lana Lang (Smallville)

As the final bell of the school day rang out, Lana Lang quickly packed up her loose items and slung her bag over her shoulder as she got out of her chair. She walked as fast as possible without making a spectacle of herself and eventually made it to her locker. Tossing her unneeded items inside without a care in the world, she slammed the metal door shut with a loud pang. As she turned to make her escape, she stopped short and gasped when someone blocked her path. Placing a hand over her chest, she cried out, “Chloe! You scared me.”

Chloe saw her holding her chest and breathing heavily and nearly laughed. Luckily she was able to hold it in. Unfortunately, she couldn’t hold back the amused smile that graced her lips. “Sorry about that,” she apologized and walked beside the Asian beauty as she made her way down the hallway. “What’s got you in a rush?” she asked as she noticed the frenzied pace in which Lana was moving.

“Nothing really. Just got some things to do,” she vaguely answered. Reaching the door, she pushed it open and had to cover her eyes momentarily. The sun was shining bright, much like it did most days.

“Are you sure?” Chloe sidled up next to her, shielding the sun from her eyes as well. “For the last week or so, I’ve noticed that you haven’t been around much, and when you have been around, you seemed to be in a constant rush,” she told her friend. As the editor of the high school newspaper, it wasn’t surprising that she was more than a little nosey when it came to things like this. As she asked, she noticed that Lana seemed to tense up momentarily. Lana looked around to make sure that they weren’t going to be overheard.

“Can you keep a secret?” Lana asked as they neared her car.

“Of course, Lana. You know me,” Chloe responded, leaning down to look through her window as Lana entered her car and closed the door behind her.

“I’ve made a new friend,” Lana confessed, tossing her bag into the backseat. Chloe rolled her eyes. That wasn’t exactly front-page material.

“That’s great and all, but why be so secretive about it?” Chloe wondered.

Lana sighed. “Because. If people knew that I was spending most of my time with a friend that’s a boy, they would immediately start drawing conclusions. Whitney just left for the Marines. I really don’t need to be the center of the gossip circle for the next year.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “A boy?”

“See! Even you’re drawing conclusions!” Lana exclaimed, annoyed by her friend’s reaction.

Chloe laughed and apologized. “Sorry, Lana. I guess I can see what you mean,” she smiled. Lana huffed and smiled back. “So tell me about this guy. Is he cute?” Chloe teased her friend, though she was curious. It was always nice to have an extra good-looking guy around.

Lana rolled her eyes and began to roll up her window. “Gotta go! Bye!” she exclaimed as she started her car. Chloe waved goodbye but promised herself that she wouldn’t stop until she had gotten the entire scoop.

Lana flipped through the radio stations as she drove just past the Smallville border and into Granville. Not finding anything to her liking, she turned the radio off. It didn’t much matter since she was pulling into her destination. Slowing down, she turned down a dirt road that was snuggly walled in by trees and some very overgrown Johnson grass. She winced as she hit a few deep potholes in the dirt path. Finally, she saw the run-down, old house that her friend was staying in. Pulling up into the driveway, she stopped her car and turned it off. She pulled down the blind and flipped open the mirror. A quick check to make sure that her hair and makeup looked good, she closed the mirror and returned the blind to its normal spot. Lana grabbed her bag, opened the door, and walked up to the house. As she walked up the steps, she heard creaks and groans from the old wood with every step that she took.

The house itself would have been quite nice if it weren’t abandoned and left to rot. As she opened the creaky door, flakes of old, white paint fell onto her hand. “Lana? Is that you?” she heard the British-accented voice of her friend. Lana smiled.

“Yeah! It’s me,” she called out and made her way to him. Her nose wrinkled at the musty smell of the old home. She walked quickly into the living room where a nice clean mattress rested in the middle of the room. There was nothing else besides the mattress, no rugs, no furniture, nothing. The only thing else was the brick fireplace that rested against one of the walls. Lying on the mattress was her friend, Harry, who was looking better than he was yesterday. He was still a bit pale if she were being honest. “Shirt off. Let me see the wounds,” she ordered, placing her bag on the ground next to him as she sat down on the floor. Harry smiled.

“You’ve barely gotten here and already you’re begging me to get naked,” he teased and chuckled as he slowly pulled his shirt off. Lana blushed and glared jokingly at him.

“Please. I’ve seen better muscle definition on a chicken foot,” she shot back and laughed at his affronted look. Her laughing, however, ended when his shirt came off. Multiple incisions crisscrossed his chest and stomach. The sight of them filled her with anger. She remembered the day that she had met Harry. She was in Granville picking up some supplies to fix up the Talon after a freak fire had mysteriously started. That’s when a massive explosion rocked the town and nearly sent her car into a field. Harry stumbled out of the smoke and haze and collapsed near her car. Not knowing what else to do, she dragged him to her car and was about to take him to the hospital. He was covered in cuts and had tubes sticking out of him in several different places. He was going in and out of consciousness but always told her the same thing, to get him somewhere safe. She didn’t know why she listened to him instead of turning him over to the authorities to be looked after. Instead, she drove him to this house, which was the first one that she could find. She tended his wounds the best way that she could, and once he regained consciousness he told her his story.

His story was mind-blowing, to say the least. He was supposedly a dimensional traveler that got stuck here and was captured by government officials and taken to someplace in Granville called Project Starhawk where he was constantly sedated and experimented on. Finally, after regaining some of his wits, he was able to destroy the base and make his escape. His story was almost unbelievable. At least it was until he showed her some of his magic. That made her a true believer. Unfortunately, his magic was acting up, so he couldn’t show her his true powers. He said that most of his magic was going into healing his body, which she believed. He was healing much faster than normal. Lana couldn’t explain why she was so taken with him. It just felt good that someone would finally trust her with the complete truth. He didn’t hide anything from her, and she was very grateful. It made her trust him like no other.

“These are looking better,” she told him as she examined him. She reached into her bag and pulled out some medical supplies. Using cotton balls and rubbing alcohol, she tended to his rapidly closing wounds.

“I feel better. I even went for a walk earlier,” he told her.

“Is that smart?” she asked, concerned. “There could be people looking for you.”

Harry chuckled and responded, “Doubtful. I blew the entire place up so quick that no one knew that it was me that did it. Everything in it was destroyed. Anyone that knows about me probably thinks that I was killed in the explosion. It was so powerful that it wouldn’t be surprising if no part of me was left.”

She nodded in response. It made sense. He would just have to wait and see. They stayed there and talked until the sun had set. Once it became chilly, Harry used his magic to light the fire. They sat there in front of the crackling fire talking for a while more.

Lana’s heart started beating frantically when he reached out and took her hand. “Thank you, Lana. You know … for taking care of me when I needed it,” he told her seriously. Her eyes met his and she blushed.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly. Her head dipped in embarrassment, but Harry placed his fingers underneath her chin and lifted her head up. She didn’t know what to expect, but she never expected him to lean in and kiss her deeply. Her body reacted before her mind could. Her tongue met his as their lips danced together. Her mind was telling her that she was still with Whitney and that she shouldn’t be doing this. Another part of her said that she needed to be realistic and that her time with Whitney was over. She decided to just shut off her brain and let her body decide what it wanted.

He placed his hands on her slim body and gently ushered her onto the mattress. Lana gasped when his hands slid under her t-shirt and began playing with her taut belly. Her eyes fluttered when his lips landed on her slender neck. She was breathing deeply and moaning as his lips traveled around her throat and neck. Suddenly, his hands gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted up. Her body going on instinct, she lifted her arms up and allowed him to pull off her shirt. Allowing herself to get lost in their passion, she placed her hands on his head and pushed it lower. Sticking her chest out, she shuddered when his lips explored her upper chest and cleavage. Her lacy black bra was still in the way, but Harry quickly took care of that. He expertly unsnapped it and pulled it off of her. Lana’s heart was beating profusely as she was exposed to a boy for the first time in her life. Like most people, she occasionally suffered from insecurities. Her smallish breast size was one of hers. She was glad to see that Harry seemed to like them just fine. In fact, he seemed to love them. He pulled her onto his lap and bent her back. Lana gasped as she was bent backward, and Harry leaned in and sucked on her nipple.

Lana was trembling in pleasure. Her nipples were so sensitive that her pussy was soaking her lacy panties. As his mouth switched to the other breast, he laid her down on the mattress. Letting go of her nipple with a wet pop, his hands went to her jeans. He unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper. Lana blushed fiercely as she lifted her bottom and let him pull them down her legs. Lower and lower her jeans descended until finally, they were pulled off her sock-covered feet. He placed her jeans by her shirt and grabbed her ankle. Pulling her sock off, he leaned in and kissed the sensitive sole of her foot. Harry chuckled when she gave an embarrassed squeak. She was so embarrassed, but at least she kept quiet when he did the same thing to her other foot. Now she was only in her black, lace panties. His lips traveled up the inside of her leg. She wiggled when they passed the inside of her knee and went up the inside of her soft, smooth thigh. This was the first time that anyone was so close to her womanhood. She hoped that he couldn’t smell her arousal. Her hopes were dashed when his head dipped down, and he pulled her panties to the side. Finally exposed, she gasped loudly when he lewdly licked the entire wet length of her slit. As he moaned into her pussy, she realized that he actually liked her taste and smell. This made her feel a little more comfortable and self-assured.

Once again, she lifted her bottom and let him slide her panties down her legs. As they left her feet, she was now completely nude in front of him. He smiled sexily and placed his hands on the inside of her thighs. Spreading them apart, his hands left her legs. She knew that he wanted her to keep her legs like that, so she didn’t move them. Lana watched as he stripped himself. His thin muscles were exposed, but when his boxers finally dropped, her mouth dried. His cock lewdly hung down and never seemed to end. It was enormous, and she was expected to take that monster. Not only that, but she was still a virgin. Immediately, her heart started pounding again. Stroking himself while looking at her, he settled between her parted legs. He slid the tip between her damp lips then leaned down and kissed her. She was just getting into the kiss when he plunged deep inside of her with a single thrust. At first, she cried out in pain, but then he used his magic to take the edge off. After a few minutes, she was ready for him to begin moving.

As he began sliding in and out of her, her eyes widened at the wonderful sensation. Without even thinking about it, her legs spread even further, giving him room to quicken his tempo. He threaded his fingers through hers and lifted her arms up over her head. Keeping her arms there, he continued to kiss her passionately. He let go of her hands and began squeezing and playing with her bare breasts. Her arms being over her head made her breasts stretch and seemed to make her nipples even more sensitive. Her body began to wiggle on its own accord as he toyed with her nipples while pistoning in and out of her drenched pussy. Lewd noises were emanating from between her legs as he fucked her harder and harder. The pleasure and embarrassment that she was feeling had her face a constant pink color. She was so wet that Harry could feel her arousal coating his balls as they slapped against her puckered hole. When he reached down and rubbed her wet clit, she exploded with a scream.

Lana closed her eyes as she came hard around his thrusting cock. Clamping down on him, she creamed him as she milked his cock for all that it was worth. Feeling him grunt, she wrapped her legs around his waist and trapped him inside. Her body shivered and spasmed as she felt him spurt his cum deep inside of her. He tried to keep thrusting, but Lana had a tight grip on him with her legs. Finally, after draining him dry, she loosened her legs and let him go. He rolled off of her and pulled her on top of him. She squeaked then laughed as he tickled her collarbone with his teeth. “How about you stay here tonight?” Harry asked, his emerald eyes shining with firelight.

Lana rested her head against his chest and nodded. She would need to make a call, but didn’t want to get up at the moment. She just wanted to lay there and enjoy the way that his lips felt as they peppered her smooth, tender skin with kisses.