Missy braced herself against the desk and pushed back against Graham's powerful thrusts. For a fourteen year old, he certainly knew what to do with his penis, and she had cum three times already. "Change position," she gasped, and let him pull out. "Lie down," she ordered him. He obeyed, and she climbed on top, impaling herself on his rampant erection.
Ken and Phil were still recovering; she had given them quite a workout. But now they were starting to show signs of life once more. Phil stepped over Graham's recumbent body, and offered her his penis; obligingly, she began to suck on it. At the same time, she felt Ken caressing and fondling her butt. She knew what he wanted, and tilted forward, lifting her ass for better access.
_So, a triple bang after all,_ she thought. _A nice way to end the session._
As Ken carefully inserted his penis into her from behind, she continued to rock back and forth on Graham's firmly erect cock, and sucked hard on Philip. The sensations flooding through her body sent her into one climax after another ...
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She was fully costumed when she walked into the cafeteria; her three consorts were also dressed. But the smile on her face was wide and sunny; it did not even dim when she saw the girl sitting next to Gallant. Clockblocker and Kid Win each had a girl sitting next to them, and Aegis had none other than the principal at his side. All of the guys were wearing their light field costumes, although she was certain that this had not always been the case.
She slid into the seat beside Gallant's companion; Ken sat beside her at her urging, while the other two peeled off to sit with their friends.
"Hi," she offered, holding her hand to be shaken. "I'm Vista." She grinned. "But you knew that."
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I grinned back, and shook her hand. "Hi, Vista," I greeted her. "I'm Taylor. I'm really pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," she acknowledged, inclining her head. "Has Gallant been treating you okay?"
I nodded, a little dreamily. "Oh, yes," I breathed. "Oh my, yes."
She raised an eyebrow, visible behind her visor. "Wow, that good, huh?"
I nodded again. "Yeah. Plus, he got a couple of girls arrested, who had stolen my Age Card."
"Stolen?" interrupted Ms Blackwell, jolted from her involvement with Aegis. "Why was I not told of this?"
"I, uh, believe they tried to ring you, ma'am," Gallant informed her, his face carefully blank. "They said you weren't picking up."
Aegis chuckled, and she blushed vividly. "I .. uh .. all right. Who was it?"
I took a deep breath. "Emma Barnes and Sophia Hess."
She blinked a couple of times. "You _are_ aware of who Emma Barnes is, yes? Specifically, who her father is?"
I nodded. "Yes. And I don't care. I really don't. They've been bullying me for more than a year. Them and Madison Clements."
She eyed me narrowly. "Do you have proof?"
I looked her squarely in the eye. "I've been writing it all down since September just gone. After they'd already been doing it for a full year."
Implicit in that statement were the words _and you didn't stop them._ She didn't like that; her head jerked back, as if I'd slapped her.
Gallant cleared his throat. "She's telling the exact truth, ma'am. If she says those girls have been bullying her - and from what I saw, that's no exaggeration - then they have definitely been bullying her. Severely enough to perhaps warrant criminal charges."
She gritted her teeth. "If you have proof -"
"Gallant does not lie, Principal Blackwell," Aegis stated, quietly but firmly. "I trust him implicitly in this matter." As he spoke, he shifted away from her, ever so slightly. Distancing himself from her.
She stared at him, stricken, then back at me. "I, uh - I'll need to see what you've written down, Ms Hebert. As soon as possible. I will give it all my consideration."
I nodded. "Thank you. I'll bring it in tomorrow."
Aegis put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulders; she leaned into him. _See, that wasn't so hard, was it?_ He put a finger under her chin and turned her face to his; gently and lingeringly, he kissed her, right there at the table. She more or less melted on the spot.
I shared a grin with Gallant, and went back to my meal.
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"Who does she think she is?" demanded Madison in a furious undertone, staring daggers at Taylor's back. Taylor, who was sitting with the Wards, where Madison deserved to be. She couldn't believe that Clockblocker had _frozen_ her. The other girls were already starting to laugh at her behind her back. Only Julia stood beside her.
"I don't know," muttered Julia. She was still upset because she hadn't been picked to accompany the Wards at all. "I'm surprised he can even look at her body without puking."
"Maybe it's just a pity thing," Madison muttered spitefully. "No-one else will touch her, so he put it in her, just to make her feel good."
"Maybe she didn't beg him for anal," another girl jibed at her.
"What the fuck did you say?" snarled Madison, swinging toward her.
The girl grinned back at her. "Just that Taylor Hebert wasn't the one turned down by a Ward, and made into a statue for five minutes."
Julia glowered at her. "You take that back, or -"
"Or what?" snarked the girl. "You do know that Sophia Hess was arrested for stealing Hebert's Age Card, right?"
Madison nodded. "That'd be right. She ran straight to the Wards and snitched on them."
"Nope," another girl contradicted. "Gallant asked first. Specifically asked her. Then she told him. I know; I was there."
"Whose fucking side are you on, anyway?" flared Madison.
"The winning side," the girl retorted. "Emma and Sophia aren't here right now. And Hebert's the one who's cuddling up to Gallant. Face it; your friends fucked up. You _lose_."
Madison looked to Julia, who shrugged. _I got nothing._
Furious but impotent, she subsided and began to eat her meal.
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"So what happened to turn Emma and Sophia against you?" asked Gallant. I looked around; everyone else was chatting noisily.
"Sophia was never my friend," I told him. "Emma was my best friend since about first grade. We did everything together. When I turned thirteen, we started fooling around with each other. Just fun stuff, playing with each others' bodies, going down on each other a little bit for fun."
I paused; he didn't comment.
I took a deep breath and went on. "We had it all planned out; when I turned fifteen, we were going to take each others' virginities. We were going to rent a honeymoon suite, have matching lingerie, strap-ons, vibrators, sexy board games, the lot. We were going to do _everything_ with each other. To each other. Fuck each others' brains out, every way we knew how." I bit my lip. "We liked each other so much, we wanted to see if it could be love. But we were willing to _wait_. _I_ was willing to wait."
He held me close, kissed my neck. I shivered. "What happened?"
"I was on summer camp. She met Sophia. They must have started having sex in the first week. I tried calling, and Emma kept hanging up. And then when I got back, I went around to her place, and Sophia turned up, and Emma just ... rejected me. We went back to school soon after that, and they started bullying me, and I have no idea why."
Gallant nodded. "I have an idea."
I stared at him. "What? Why?"
He kissed me gently. I closed my eyes and leaned against him.
"Sophia saw you as a rival for Emma's affections," he told me softly. "It was in her best interests to keep you shoved down, so that Emma wouldn't leave her to go back to you. So she denigrated you in every way possible. And Emma ... well, she felt guilty. And guilt quite often turns to anger at the wronged party; people don't like to admit they're in the wrong, so they work out reasons why they're not. And it was a very short step from deciding that it was your fault that she left you for Sophia to 'punishing' you for your imagined slights. And of course, Sophia kept it going. She couldn't have Emma feeling sorry for you and reconsidering."
I squeezed my eyelids tightly shut, but tears leaked out anyway. "How could they do that to me?" I asked, a catch in my voice. _"Why?"_
His arms went around me, holding me close. "Because it's not only villains that are mean, and cruel, and heartless," he told me. "Sometimes ordinary people do amazingly mean things to those around them, for the most commonplace reasons."
His tone was so matter of fact ... suddenly, the lightbulb burst into light above my head. "You can see all this, all the time, can't you?" I asked. "You can't get away from it. What people do to each other."
He shrugged, gently, so as not to jolt me. "Just a little. When I'm costumed up, it's a lot less obvious. But I know what to look for, yes."
"Wow," I marvelled. "So how does it not send you insane?"
He turned my face toward me and kissed me, long and lingeringly. By the time he finished, my eyes were no longer focusing. "When I meet people like you, and help them," he breathed. "It makes it all worthwhile."
I didn't eat much more of the meal; I was too busy floating on air.
Afterglow? I was a fucking _supernova._
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"So what's it like being a Ward?" asked Aegis rhetorically. He was stripped down for action, floating about six feet above the stage, arms up and out, at ease in the air. "It's the best job in the world. I get to use my powers to help people, to save people who would otherwise die, or be horribly injured."
"What's the pay like?" called out one kid; I couldn't see who it was.
"Very reasonable, even given the fact that we're under eighteen," Aegis replied. "When you start as a Ward, you have probationary status for a year, and your pay is less. But once that year's up, your pay doubles." He grinned. "It's a fair incentive to keep up the hard work."
"Do you get much sex?" someone else called out.
"What do _you_ think?" he shot back straight away. Then he waited for the laughter to die down. "Actually, not as much as you'd think. While I'm in the field, I'm on duty. Also, we're not allowed to have public sex until we're eighteen."
"How about in private?" someone else called out.
"Well, I'm not going to kiss and tell," he responded. "But I can tell you this; I'm hetero oriented, and while it's not exactly illegal for Wards to have sex with serving Protectorate members, it's a kind of tradition that we don't. And as the only girl in the Brockton Bay Wards is Vista, and we aren't compatible, I've basically got to keep it in my pants. While I'm wearing any."
A third boy yelled out, "Have you had sex with Miss Militia?"
He frowned. "Now, do I come to your school and ask who you have sex with? No. That sort of thing is personal. Even if I had - and I haven't - I wouldn't be telling you. Any other questions, not about my sex life? No? Okay, Gallant, you're up."
He drifted to the ground and started putting his costume on again. Gallant stepped forward. "Okay," he addressed the crowd with an easy smile, "What do you want to know?"
"Is it true that you can read peoples' minds?" asked a girl.
He shook his head. "No. No-one that we know of can directly read peoples' thoughts in real time. What I do is see your emotions. And just so you know, covered up like this, I can barely see anything."
"How about your stun bolts?" asked a boy. "Do they make people unbearably horny?"
There was laughter at that, and he chuckled along with it. "No, not really. They work on more basic emotions. Anger, fear, calmness." He paused. "But even if I could, even if my stun bolts could make someone horny for me, I wouldn't ever use them."
"Why not?" yelled the boy. "That sounds like an awesome power!"
"What, to make someone semiconscious and willing to have sex, all at the same time?" shot back Gallant. "That's so ethically wrong, it's not funny. I don't work that way, and you should be ashamed for even thinking it in fun."
Subdued, the boy shrank down in his seat; the girls near him gave him glares of death.
"I have a question," a girl called out. "Are you naturally a nice guy, or does your power force you to be one?"
He stopped and considered that one. I found myself holding my breath; I wanted to know as well.
"Call it ... a little from column A, a little from column B," he answered at last. "I like people. My power gives me the means to understand them, how they're thinking. How they tick. It gives me a little more incentive to be nice, especially when I meet someone who really needs help." Across the audience, his eyes met mine for a brief moment, and I felt warm all over. "But I like to think that if I had never had my power, I would still be nice to people."
There was applause as he stepped back, and Clockblocker stepped up. Stripping to the buff, to whistles and catcalls from the audience, he used a pack of cards and other paraphernalia to built sculptures in midair, demonstrating that a single playing card would support his whole body weight off the ground. As fast as people threw questions at him, he answered just as quickly, drawing laughter with his irreverent wit.
Kid Win went next, zooming around the gymnasium over our heads on his hoverboard, before coming to a halt over the stage,
"I love being in the Wards," he announced in answer to a question. "I've got friends who like and respect me, and the funding to make the things that I want to make." He tapped the side of his visor with a gauntleted finger. "I'm a Tinker; this means that I'm always thinking of new things to make, new ideas for improvements and upgrades to what I've already built. If I was at home, I'd be scraping to save enough money for the materials that I needed. In the Wards, they give that to me." He shrugged. "Sure, I gotta account for the money, and I have to be sure not to build anything too dangerous, but that's a small price to pay. I get to be a superhero and build awesome stuff. There is no downside."
When Vista stepped forward, the whole gymnasium went quiet. We all watched as she undid the clasps on her costume, and let it slide off of her. Slender and petite, she looked almost lost on the stage in just her boots and visor, naked body white under the harsh lights.
Slowly, she raised her arms and turned a full circle, showing off her tiny, immature breasts and her small, hard buttocks. I got the message, along with everyone else; _This is my body. I'm not ashamed of it._
"I manipulate distance and, to a minor degree, gravity," she informed us. With a gesture, she raised the roof of the gymnasium until there was a ten-storey space between the audience and the ceiling. The walls receded in all directions, until we sat in a huge structure, more akin to an airship hangar than a high school gym.
She stepped forward, and with an eye-twisting lunge, she was standing at the far end of the gym; I guessed that she had compressed the space directly in front of her. I began to hum, deep in my throat, but the harmonics of the space defeated my vibration power; I could not tell if it was as big as it seemed to be, a thousand miles across, or the size of the original room.
As we craned our necks to watch, she reached up, caught the rafters that were still hundreds of feet above us, and swarmed up to crouch on one. Then she hopped down, on to the stage. Every time she twisted space, people gasped, and more than one looked green around the gills.
All of a sudden, the gym returned to its normal precautions, and Vista began to put her costume back on. "Questions?" she asked sweetly.
"Can you do that with people?" called a girl.
Busy with her clasps, she shook her head. "No. I cannot affect living things at all. In fact, I can't affect the space that a living thing is in."
"So you can't make a guy's dick get bigger, then?" yelled a boy.
"Only in the normal way," grinned Vista. "Why? Does yours need enlarging?"
That brought a wave of laughter, leaving the would-be heckler hunched and red in his seat.
Principal Blackwell stood up and cleared her throat. "Boys and girls; kindly remember that the Wards are here as superheroes. Kindly respect their privacy, especially where it comes to bedroom matters."
Which was a little hypocritical of her, I thought, considering what she'd been doing earlier with Aegis, but I nodded anyway.
"So how long have you been in the Wards, anyway?" called a girl.
"A bit over two years," Vista replied. "I joined around the same time as Gallant, and I've been in longer than Clockblocker and Kid Win."
"Isn't it a bit strange, given that there's more female capes than guys, that there's only one girl in the Brockton Bay Wards?" called another girl.
Vista shrugged. "These things happen. It might be that more girls turn to villainy, or we just have an unusual sample here. It wasn't so long ago that Battery left the Wards, remember."
"Have _you_ ever wondered what it would like to be a villain?" asked a boy.
Vista laughed. "No. I can't imagine it. I've only ever wanted to help people."
"For which many people can be forever grateful," agreed Aegis; dressed now, he stepped forward and put his arm over Vista's shoulder. "Thank you for being a great audience. We have to be going now, but you'll see us around the city."
Kid Win led the way, flying on his hoverboard, as the others trooped out through the gym and outside. As one, we left our seats and followed them. I wanted to get close to Gallant one more time, but the press was too thick; I could see over most peoples' heads, but I couldn't get near enough. But I saw him climbing into the van; I hummed briefly, and he turned at the illusory caress on his cheek. I saw him look directly at me, and he smiled and waved. I waved back, as did every girl around me.
The van door slammed shut, and it started off, moving slowly as the students reluctantly got out of the way. I watched it go, feeling the pang in my heart at being separated from someone with whom I felt I had forged a real connection.
_Am I fooling myself, or does he really like me?_
Right then, I didn't care. I had the memory of that day to carry me through.