The Adventures Of Ultra Woman And Mega Girl
by Ann Douglas
If you don’t need me for anything else,” the blond young man
said as he picked up the small pile of folders off his boss’s desk.
“I’ll put these away and take off.”
“Of course Tim,” Jacqueline Kirby smiled. “Enjoy the
weekend.”
As the 22-year-old assistant closed the door behind him,
Jacqueline leaned back in her chair and pulled a magazine out from
the top drawer of her desk. It was the latest issue of “The
Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega Girl”, a book she’d looked
forward all day to kicking back and reading.
At 26, Jacqueline had been reading comics for over 20
years. Not surprising since her Uncle, Michael Kirby, had founded
Creative Comics in the mid 1960’s. Since then, the company had
enjoyed moderate success, but never came close to challenging the
industry leaders. Not until four years ago that was.
Fresh out of college, Jacqueline or Jackie as her family
called her, had gone to work for Creative. It seemed the natural
thing to do at the time. After all, she’d been working there part
time since she was 16 and had learned the business from the
ground up.
Then, four months after she’d started, Mike Kirby had a
major heart attack and decided to retire. As the majority
stockholder, it was his decision that Jackie replace him. He’d
worked too long and hard to hand ‘his’ company over to someone
outside the family.
For the first year, Jackie made few real changes. After all,
some of the people now working for her had been in the business
when she was in kindergarten and didn’t readily appreciate
interference from a 21-year-old who inherited the job.
All that changed, however, the day Joanna Simon showed up
in the outer office. Jackie remembered that day well.
In her ten years as the receptionist for Creative, Karen
Wilson had seen too many young men and women like Joanna to
take her too seriously. A portfolio under her arm, the 17-year-old
had patiently waited all day for a chance to “show her stuff”.
Dozens of hopefuls showed up every year, especially towards the
end of school. They made the rounds of the major comic
companies, and then tried the smaller ones. Each was convinced
that they held in their case the next Superman or X-Men.
One of the few changes Jackie had made when she took
over was that these aspiring artists and writers not be given the
bums rush that too many companies gave them. Even if their ideas
were worthless, what could it hurt to take a few minutes to look
them over and offer some advice. After all, these were the people
who brought your product. Also, one day you might actually strike
paydirt. You never know, she always reminded them.
The problem was that Joanna, or Jo as she liked to sign her
work, had come by on the worst possible of days. A good part of
the office had come down with some sort of virus and everyone
who was left was scrambling to take up the slack against a rapidly
approaching deadline.
Karen had suggested that she come back another day, but
Jo insisted she would wait. She had used almost all of her savings
for the bus trip to New York City and was sleeping on her cousin’s
couch. She couldn’t afford to come back next week.
So she’d sat quietly in her chair, watching people rush in and
out of the Editor In Chief’s office. Mid-morning soon gave way to
afternoon and then it wasn’t long before the clock on the wall
neared six. Karen began to pack up her things for the railroad ride
home and then remembered the young girl.
“I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to wait any longer,”
Karen said with as much sympathy as possible. “Maybe you could
come back Monday when it’s not so hectic?”
The look of disaster on the young girl’s face touched a soft
spot in the older woman’s heart. She looked again at the wall clock
and thought she could always catch the 07:10 train home.
“Wait one more minute,” she said. “I’m not promising
anything, but I’ll try.”
Instantly, Jo’s face lit up with a thankful smile.
Stepping into the inner office, Karen explained the situation
to Jackie. How everyone was so busy today that she hadn’t even
been able to get the young girl ten minutes with any of the
editors. She hated bringing the matter to Jackie but hated even
more telling the girl to come back Monday. Especially if she did,
only to be told that her work really wasn’t as good as she thought
it was.
“Well we can’t have that, can we?” Jackie said as she signed
her name to the last of the pile of papers on her desk. “Give me
five minutes to clean up and I’ll see her myself.”
“Thank you, Ms. Kirby.” The 46-year-old said. Karen had
never been able to get used to calling her boss by her first name.
Even though she had two daughters older than Jackie was.
Truth be told, Jackie was dead tired. Getting everything out
before the 5 o’clock deadline had been a real struggle. Still, she
agreed with Karen, they couldn’t simply send the girl away. The
thought that if her last name hadn’t been Kirby, she wouldn’t get
past the front door was never far from Jackie’s mind.
The five foot seven brunette took three of those five
minutes to use the small private bathroom. It was one of the few
luxuries that her Uncle had allowed himself. Running her hand
through her long shoulder length hair and then across her neck,
Jackie thought that running this place was a lot harder than Uncle
Mike had made it look. Competition was fierce and some of their
major titles were beginning to lose some of their popularity – with
the resulting drop in sales.
At times it seemed like the job required a 20-hour workday.
She was an attractive woman she reminded herself as she looked
into the mirror. When was the last time she’d gone out on a date?
Probably just a month less than the last time she’d been laid she
answered herself.
“Hi, I’m Jacqueline Kirby,” Jackie said with a smile as she
reached out and shook Joanna’s hand. “Why don’t you have a seat
and we’ll take a look at what you’ve got.” she added as she guided
the younger girl to the conference table.
Joanna was a half-foot shorter than Jackie with short
strawberry blond hair. She still carried some of the baby fat of
her early teens as well as braces that showed when she smiled.
She was dressed in what Jackie guessed was her very best dress.
“Joanna Simon,” the young girl said. “My friends call me
Jo.”
Her nervousness evident, Jo sat down and emptied her
portfolio out onto the table. Jackie had to hide a smile at the girl’s
awkwardness. In many ways in was like looking at a reflection of
herself only a few years ago.
“Can I get you something to drink?” Jackie asked, trying to
put her at ease. “Some tea, or maybe a Coke?”
“A Coke would be nice,” Jo stammered, remembering that
she hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
Jackie produced two cans of Coke from the small
refrigerator behind her desk and placed one in front of Jo. She
also laid out some of the leftovers from lunch. Taking a sip of her
own soda, she told Jo to help herself as she sat down and began to
spread out the storyboards on the table. She really hoped the girl
had enough talent that she could let her leave with some words of
encouragement.
“Hmm,” Jackie murmured as she looked at a few of the
drawings. “Most of these are pretty good.”
“You really think so?” Jo asked, her eyes lighting up.
“Yes I do,” Jackie answered, surprised at the level of
professionalism in Jo’s work. The girl had definite talent -- that
was sure. If it wasn’t for the fact that she might be faced with
laying off staff in a few months if sales didn’t improve, she might
consider hiring Jo as a staff artist. She was certainly better than
some of those she inherited from her Uncle.
“You are talented,” Jackie repeated. “Didn’t they tell you
that when you went to any of the other comic companies?”
“Oh I haven’t gone to any other companies,” Jo replied with
a new confidence in her voice. “I wanted to come here first.”
“Why here?” Jackie asked out of curiosity. Usually the kids
hit the big companies first.
“I grew up reading Creative Comics,” Jo grinned. “I used to
dream about writing and drawing my own and having them appear
under the CC Logo.”
“I guess we should be honored." Jackie smiled back. In her
mind she was trying to think of the best way to let this talented
girl down. "We're pretty well staffed here right now," Jackie lied
as she looked at a few more drawings. "You might want to try some
of the other companies and. . ."
Jackie paused in mid-sentence as she opened a thick
sketchbook. Laid out throughout it was the equivalent of at least a
half dozen completed issues of a comic. The title on the front page
was "The Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega Girl."
"What's this?" Jackie asked.
"That's just a strip that I created for fun." Jo said. “I
forgot it was in there." She added a little embarrassed.
“I think this is very good." Jackie said as she flipped
through the pages. "Very good indeed."
"It is?" Jo asked in surprise.
Jackie was indeed impressed. Every aspect of creation was
there. Pencils, inks, coloring, lettering - all of it done
professionally.
"How long does it take you to do a page?" Jackie asked.
"You mean doing everything?" Jo asked, to be answered by a
nod of Jackie's head.
Her answer made up Jackie's mind. Even if it meant firing
some of the useless jerks her Uncle had kept on staff, she was
going to hire Jo Simon.
"Well I couldn't offer you a lot, at least at first." Jackie
smiled. "But what would you think of this as a starting salary." She
asked as she wrote down a figure on a blank piece of paper.
"Oh yes!" Jo gushed as she looked at the figure on the
paper. It was more money that she was earning in Taylor's Dry
Goods back home.
“It's really not a lot," Jackie admitted. “Especially if you
plan to live here in the city. But you would gain a lot of experience
and hopefully in time I'd be able to increase it."
“I’ll take it." Jo said. "When can I start.?"
She was eager all right, Jackie thought, almost as eager as
Jackie herself was a few years back.
"How bout you come in Monday morning and we'll get you
settled in." Jackie said. “I'll see what department I think you
should start out in."
"Oh thank you, Ms. Kirby." Joanna said, her voice filled with
the excitement of a dream come true.
"Do you mind if I keep this for the weekend?" Jackie asked
as she held the homemade comic. “I'd like to read it and see if
you're as good a writer you are an artist."
"Okay," Jo said a little hesitantly. It was obvious that she
didn't really want Jackie to read the story but wasn't about to
risk her new job.
“Fine, then I'll see you early Monday morning." Jackie said
as she escorted her new employee out the door.
That had been four years ago. Over that weekend, after
reading “The Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega Girl" a dozen
times, Jackie changed her mind about where she would put Jo.
Rather than make her an apprentice to one of the more
experienced authors or artists, Jackie had decided to let her take
on her own title. In fact, she had decided to publish the
Adventures of Ultra Woman and Mega Girl.
That decision had been met with some derision from her
staff. That she was out of her mind was one of the louder
comments from the 'old hands'. That she was throwing away money
the company could ill afford was another. The bottom line,
however, was that it was her decision. One of the senior editors
went so far as to call Mike Kirby and tell him what his crazy niece
was doing to his company.
Mike Kirby had called his niece five minutes later and asked
her one question. Did she really believe in this book? Then he
wished her luck.
When the first issue of The Adventures of Ultra Woman
and Mega Girl appeared on the stands, it was an instant sellout. For
the first time in the history of Creative Comics, a book went into a
second and then a third printing. With it came a storm of
controversy, which only increased sales. People either loved or
hated the book. There seemed to be no middle ground.
At first look, the series seemed to be an unlikely success -
having almost none of the elements of any of the current popular
titles. In an industry where publishers seemed to find hot
concepts such as mutant superheroes and then work it to death, it
seemed too risky to go out on a limb on something new and
different.
First of all, the series was set in the late 1940's, a time few
comic readers were familiar with. At first glance, the two main
characters followed an old familiar formula. Ultra Woman
was the secret identity of a policewoman who had tired of being
delegated to traditional 1940's female roles. Mega Girl was a
teenage girl she had saved from the streets. Neither had any
special powers, relying instead on training and an assortment of
gadgets.
The stories were pretty basic too, although they seemed to
carry an underlining sexuality that you no longer found in Batman
and Robin - the series they were most often compared to. In fact,
just like the early years of Batman and Robin, there were
complains from certain quarters that the underlining sexuality of
the series was one of homosexuality. Or more appropriately in
this case -- lesbianism.
That accusation had made Jackie laugh. Aside from a single
clothes-changing scene where you saw the two heroines in bra and
panties, there wasn't a single slightly erotic scene in the book. In
fact, unlike many of the costumes wore by present day heroines,
Ultra Woman and Mega Girls were almost comical in the amount of
clothing they wore.
No more amply endowed than Jackie or a vast majority of
the women in the office; Ultra Woman hid it under a full
double-breasted red tunic that resembled the police uniforms of
that day. Mega Girl wore a simple long sleeve white pullover blouse
with red trim and cape. The skirts both of them wore would do a
catholic schoolgirl proud.
Of course the bad guy, or girl in this case, wore something a
lot more daring. Yet even that was more than most girls wore on
any public beach.
A year after the first issue hit the stands, Jackie was able
to walk into the office with a pride in her decision. Each issue
outsold the last and it wasn't long before the series went from a
bi-monthly book to monthly and then just last week to a
twice-monthly publication.
Today, Ultra Woman and Mega Girl topped the lists of
favorite books. It was another source of self-satisfaction that
four other Creative Comic series held places in the top ten. Of
these, two were also Simon and Kirby productions.
With success came additional revenue in the form of Ultra
Woman games, dolls and even lunch boxes. The final nail in the
coffin in all those naysayers would come next month with the
release of the live action film “The Adventures Of Ultra Woman
and Mega Girl” in theaters across the country.
“Jackie, you have a minute?" said the voice from behind the
tall brunette as she reached out to open her office door.
“Of course Jo," Jackie smiled as she turned and saw the
bright face of her protege and partner "Just give me a few
minutes to get organized and come right on in.”
The confident young woman who stepped into Jackie’s office
five minutes later bore little resemblance to the nervous girl of a
few years before. Jo Simon had lost the last of that baby fat as
well as the braces. At 21 she still looked 17 but had lost all of her
youthful awkwardness.
The nature of their relationship had changed over the years
as well. The energy that Jo brought to Creative transformed the
company. She proved a quick learner and took on more and more
responsibility. Many of the old guard, irritated at having to work
for Jackie in the first place, became positively livid at now having
some kid give them orders. Many quit, to be replaced by much
needed new blood.
The personal relationship between the two women changed
as well. The sister like bond that formed almost immediately grew
and grew as the 5-year difference in their ages lessened with each
passing year. At times, it now even seemed like Jo was the more
mature of the two.
“What’s up?” Jackie asked as she poured a cup of coffee
for both of them.
“I was wondering if you had any plans for the weekend?” Jo
replied.
“Just a good book and a bottle of wine,” Jackie laughed.
“Why?”
“Comic-Con is this weekend, down in D.C.” Jo said. “I was
thinking it would be fun if we went.”
“I wasn’t aware that we’d been invited to be on any of the
panels this year.” Jackie said.
“We weren’t,” Jo said. “I don’t mean going as guests. I
meant going as fans and really having some fun.”
“Oh.” Jackie simply said.
She knew what Jo was getting at. When she first started
at Creative, they went to all the Conventions. It was a lot of fun,
mixing with the fans and basically being a little crazy for a day or
two. Unfortunately the price of success had put an end to those
days.
It wasn’t like the two of them were known to people they
passed on the street. The fans, however were a different story.
They’d appeared in many of the trade magazines and had appeared
in countless discussion panels. When they’d tried to simply walk
around after a panel last year they had to be rescued by security
from adoring fans. This year, with the movie coming out, it would
only be worse.
“You know what happened last year.” Jackie reminded her
friend.
“I know,” she replied. “And I’ve got that all figured out.”
“Do tell.” Jackie smiled.
“We don’t go as ourselves,” Jo suggested. “We go as
someone else.”
“Such as....?” an intrigued Jackie asked.
“Well a lot of people go to the Cons in costumes,” Jo said.
“As characters, so to speak.”
“Costumes, characters....” Jackie repeated, guessing where
this was going. “Any particular characters you have in mind?”
“Well you do have those costumes the studio sent over in
your closet?” Jo said in a suggestive tone.
Sitting in the office closet were two costumes for Ultra
Woman and Mega Girl. They had been sent over from the movie
studio to be used in a publicity campaign. When the film opened,
Creative would hire two actresses to play the parts and appear at
various theaters. It was an old gimmick but the fans loved it.
At first thought, Jackie considered the idea of dressing up
in a costume and going to the Con pretty ridiculous. After all, she
was the head of a rising company and that wasn’t the type of thing
CEO’s of companies did. Then she thought about how that was
exactly the type of thing a younger Jackie Kirby would have done
and how much fun she would’ve had doing it.
More importantly, she could see in Jo’s eyes how important
it seemed to be for her. It had been a rough year for her friend.
The loss of her mother after a long illness had been followed two
months later by Jo’s sudden break-up with her boyfriend. That
had taken Jackie by surprise as much as everyone else. She
would’ve bet anything that Jo and Bill Thomas were going to
announce their engagement at the office Christmas party.
Instead, Jo had showed up alone and said that it was all over and
that she didn’t want to discuss it. To this day she hadn’t
mentioned it again.
“What the hell,” Jackie laughed. “It’s crazy enough to be
fun. Okay, we’ll go.”
“Great!” Jo exclaimed. “I already got us two tickets on the
Washington Shuttle flight tonight and a room at the hotel.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you.” Jackie said.
“Well we know who you have to blame for that.” Jo smiled.
“The flight leaves at 09:00 so you should plan to be at LaGuardia
by 08:00.”
“Aren’t we leaving together?” Jackie asked.
“I promised Doctor Giordano that I’d stop by the children’s
ward and do some sketches for the kids.” Jo explained. “So I’ll
meet you at the terminal.”
The excitement on her friends face told Jackie she’d made
the right decision. It would be an interesting weekend and
probably a lot of fun as well.
“But if we’re going to fly out of here tonight,” Jackie
thought to herself as the assistant Editor In Chief left. “I’d
better get cracking on this paperwork.
The day passed quickly but the pile of papers on Jackie’s
desk didn’t seem to shrink any. She considered asking Jo to stay a
while and help but then discarded the idea. A few personal
drawings for the kids at City Hospital were more important than
anything she was doing right now. Whatever she didn’t finish
tonight could wait until Monday. She’d work until the last minute
and then just leave it all.
The clock read 06:40 when Jackie finally pushed the last
pile of folders into her side drawer. Enough was enough. She had
sent the last of the office staff home an hour ago, not wanting to
keep them for trivial stuff. There was enough of that during
crunch time.
Jackie rubbed the ridge of her nose. Right behind it was a
slowly growing headache. Too much paperwork. She’d have to have
Tim make another appointment with the optometrist and get her
eyes checked again. She’d been told to take it a little easier on
her last visit, but of course she hadn’t.
“I need some aspirin.” Jackie thought. The last thing she
wanted to do was get on an airplane with a headache.
A quick search of her desk produced only an empty bottle. A
further search of Tim’s desk in the outer office likewise came up
empty. She recalled Tim mentioning that she’d wiped out the
bottle of Tylenol he usually kept in his desk and he’d pick up more
when he went shopping over the weekend.
“Well I know Jo keeps all kinds of emergency supplies in her
desk.” Jackie thought. “She even came up with a needle and
thread the other day when one of the guys split his pants. Of
course she just handed it to him and told him to fix it himself.”
“Let’s see,” Jackie said as she opened the large top drawer
of Jo’s combination desk and drawing table. “Batteries, pencils, oh
here we are, extra strength Tylenol.”
Downing the two gel caps with a glass of water from the
cooler, Jackie noticed that Jo’s bottom drawer was slightly open.
That was unusual in that she was somewhat fanatical about locking
up her storage drawers. Not that she thought anyone was going to
steal anything, it was just that she hated anyone seeing works in
progress.
“I guess she was in such a hurry to get to the hospital she
forgot.” Jackie said as she reached down to close the drawer.
After two tries it was obvious that something inside was
jamming the drawer open. Jackie pulled the drawer all the way out
and began to empty it to find the obstruction.
At the bottom of the drawer, Jackie came across a thick
manila folder filled with so many drawings that it had to be held
together with a couple of thick rubber bands. Curiosity got the
better of her and she pulled off the bands and opened the folder
on the large drawing table.
“Oh my God!” Jackie exclaimed to the empty room as she
spread out a half dozen of the drawings she’d found.
The pictures were all of characters from the Ultra Woman
comics, but not the type you’d ever find on the newsstands. She
picked up the closest sketch, it was one of Mega Girl being held
captive by their arch-enemy - the Black Cat. In this case,
however, Mega Girl was stripped to the waist and had her face
pressed between the legs of an equally semi-naked Black Cat. It
was so detailed that you could even see the dark hairs of the Cat’s
pussy.
It suddenly occurred to Jackie that the picture was also
familiar. She’d seen it a year ago when one of the editors had
downloaded a half dozen erotic fan drawings off the Internet. He
had attached them to a memorandum suggesting that they follow
the lead of some of the larger companies and try to sue the artists
for copyright infringement.
Jackie had tossed the memo into the trash. She looked at
the pictures in the same light as fan-fiction. The artists weren’t
selling them, they were posting them to share with other fans. If
anything, Jackie had said at the time, they should think about
trying to hire a few of the amateur artists -- some of the pictures
had been quite good. In one case at least, the Editor In Chief now
knew why.
The next picture showed the same two characters. Only
this time, Mega Girl had on her full costume and was down on all
fours, her skirt pushed up over her back -- exposing her pussy.
Buried deep inside it was a large strap on dildo, worn again by a
semi-nude Black Cat. The look on Mega Girl’s face was pure
delight.
Ultra Woman appeared in the next three images. Twice with
her younger sidekick in various stages of undress and then once by
herself with her fingers buried deep within her pussy.
“Hmm, its a pity we can’t publish these,” Jackie laughed to
herself. “Might give some of those self-righteous assholes who
complained about the book a few heart attacks.”
Totally captivated, Jackie began to go through the rest of
the pile. She found two more images she recognized from the
Internet. It wasn’t until she looked at about twenty-five more of
the drawings that Jackie abruptly realized that there was
something conspicuously absent from the collection. There were
no men in any of them.
There was no shortage of male characters in the Ultra
Woman series. In fact, at least half of those original Internet
pictures that had been sent to her last year had been of Ultra
Woman and Mega Girl being fucked or giving blow jobs to those
characters. Of course none of those images had the quality of
those she now knew had been drawn by Jo.
“Is Jo into women?” Jackie asked herself as she looked at
another dozen images. “Is that why she broke it off with Bill
Thomas?”
The surprise Jackie felt when she first found the drawings
was nothing compared to that she felt when she unwrapped the
last bunch. More detailed than any of the others, these had been
both inked and colored. All of the pictures were of Ultra Woman
and Mega Girl, either nude or semi-nude and mute testaments to a
lesbian relationship between the two. What was different from
the previous drawings were the features of the two comic
characters.
That long ago day when Jackie had first read Jo’s home
made version of Ultra Woman, she’s noticed a certain semblance
between the depiction of Mega Girl and the real life Joanna Simon.
It was a likeness that had increased as Jo lost some of that baby
fat and paid more attention to how she looked. It had also come to
Jackie’s attention that the version of Ultra Woman that appeared
in the first ‘real’ issue differed slightly from that of the
‘homemade’ one.
The new Ultra Woman bore a passing resemblance to Jackie
herself. At the time, Jackie took it as a sort of thank you for the
chance she’d given Jo. Remembering her Uncle once telling her
that the original Captain Marvel in the 1940’s had been made to
look like the actor Fred McMurray, Jackie took it as a form of
flattery. After all, it was only a passing resemblance, one that
wasn’t even that apparent to some people who worked there.
These pictures, however, gave no doubt. The Ultra Woman
and Mega Girl captured in numerous sexual acts were clearly
Jacqueline Kirby and Joanna Simon. The depictions were as
detailed as photographs, Jackie noted, even down to the small scar
she had on her left breast from a childhood accident. In fact
there was even a picture of Mega Girl (Jo) kissing Ultra Woman -
(Jackie) on that scar.
Jackie sat there for long minutes, not knowing what exactly
to make of her discovery. As much as she wished she’d never
found it, she knew she couldn’t simply put it all back and pretend it
didn’t exist. She had to do something -- but what?
The beeping of her watch alarm broke her train of thought.
Knowing her tendency to loose track of time when she was working
late, she’d set it to remind her when to leave for the airport. By
now the car service she’s called earlier would be waiting
downstairs.
Quickly she replaced all the material she’d taken out of the
bottom drawer in the same order in which she’d removed it. Jackie
let out a sigh of relief when the drawer slid shut smoothly and she
pushed in the lock.
Everything she needed for the weekend trip had been
packing hours earlier and was waiting by the outer doors. Jackie
just had to grab the case and the garment bag with the costumes
and be on her way. As she watched the floors pass by on the
elevator display, she again wondered what she should do about her
discovery.
“I was beginning to worry you weren’t going to make it.” Jo
said as Jackie stepped out of the car at the entrance to the
shuttle terminal.
“I lost track of time.” Jackie apologized as she paid the
driver both the fair and a generous tip. He had gotten her to the
airport in near record time, making up for her late start. A quick
glance at her watch told her she was still a half hour late.
“We’d better run for it if we’re going to make that flight,”
Jackie said as she picked up her bags. “What gate are we at?”
“No need to run, we’ve got plenty of time,” Jo said as she
picked up her own bag. “We’re on the 09:30 shuttle.”
“You said we were on the 09:00 flight.” Jackie said.
“And if I said we were on the 09:30 you’d still be at the
office.” Jo smiled. “I know you too well.”
“But how well do I know you?” Jackie thought as she
followed her friend into the terminal. “Obviously not as well as I
thought I did.”
Jackie closed her eyes on the short flight to Washington.
Jo didn’t seem to mind and it gave her another chance to think
about what she perceived as a change in their relationship.
That Jo might be a lesbian, or at least bisexual she
corrected herself as she added the failed romance with Bill
Thomas, didn’t bother her. She had no problem with gay people.
While she’d never actually had a relationship with another woman,
she’d had a good friend who came out to her a few years back.
Susan Wong and she had been friends since they were in
the junior year of high school. Along with Debbie Mazowiecki
they’d been a female version of the Three Musketeers. When
Susan revealed that she was a lesbian, it didn’t shock her as much
as the fact that she further confessed that she and Debbie had
been imitate a few times over the years. The fact that she hadn’t
realized it shocked Jackie, not that they’d been intimate but that
she hadn’t realized the special connection between the two. She
then understand why Debbie’s decision to move to the west coast
after college had hurt Susan so much harder than it had her.
Mentally she made a note to give Susan a call when she could.
They hadn’t talked in a few months. The last time they’d chatted,
Susan had moved in with a new love. It was a pity she couldn’t talk
to her now, Jackie mused, her advice might be helpful.
No, the idea that Jo might be into women didn’t bother her
she decided. That part of the equation was easily settled. The
hard part to consider now was the idea that if that were true --
was she in love with Jackie? If so, how did she really feel about
Jo?
After a quick cab ride to downtown Washington, Jo had
another surprise for Jackie. She had called the people running the
convention earlier in the day and told them that Creative was
sending down a pair of actresses to play Ultra Woman and Mega
Girl for the weekend. The organizers had been overjoyed at the
news having had two of their ‘stars’ cancel at the last minute.
They quickly arranged for the ‘actresses’ to appear as the finale to
the Saturday afternoon panel groups.
At first, Jackie felt a little silly dressing up in the Ultra
Woman costume Saturday morning. Jo on the other hand was full
of enthusiasm. She couldn’t wait to get downstairs and mix with
the throngs of fans who had already filled the various exhibit
rooms.
“Oh well,” Jackie though as she adjusted the Ultra Woman
mask on her face and combed back her hair. “At least no one’s
going to know it’s me in this get-up.”
“Time for action, Ultra Woman.” Jo said as she tossed back
her cape and assumed a heroic stance.
“Lead on, Mega Girl.” Jackie laughed back, promise herself
that she would make the best of it and have some fun.
With a sweep of her own cape, she followed the red and
white crimefighter out the door.
It didn’t take long for Jackie to genuinely find herself
having a good time. It’d been a long time since she’d been to a
Convention and been able to see it all from the perspective of the
fans. There were so many people in costume that they drew few
stares and even fewer comments. What few they got were usually
restricted to ‘nice costumes.’ She found herself having so much
fun that her concerns about Jo faded from her mind.
When Ultra Woman and Mega Girl appeared on the panel,
the Convention organizers were horrified when the photo op
turned into a question and answer session. Comic fans could be a
funny bunch. If the ‘actresses’ couldn’t answer questions about
the characters they were playing, the fans would be more than
insulted. One of the organizers remembered an incident a few
years before when a costumed character proved so ignorant of his
assumed identity that a near riot almost resulted.
Their worry turned to joy as Ultra Woman and Mega Girl
fielded every question that was tossed at them. Even obscure
references, the type that die-hard fans always seemed to come up
with, proved no problem for the two masked marvels. The fans
loved it. It was as if they really were the characters come to life.
Up on stage, Jackie and Jo were having the time of their
life. It had become a kind of game between the two of them as
they alternated answering questions, seeing who could come up
with the best answers. It was a connection with the fans they had
too long missed.
“I have a question for Mega Girl.” the teenage girl said as
she stepped up to the microphone, replacing the older man who had
asked a question about the Black Cat.
Jackie could tell the girl was very nervous and smiled at her.
“Everyone knows that Ultra Woman has a crush on Sergeant
Murphy in her civilian identify as Susan Warrington,” the girl
asked Jo as she took a deep breath. “What I want to know is ...
doesn’t Mega Girl love anyone? It seems such a shame that she’s
always alone.”
Even from a few feet away, Jackie could hear Jo exhale
loudly. She turned her head just enough to see a small look of
panic on her friend’s face. It lasted just a moment, then she
seemed in control once more.
“Well of course, everyone wants to have somebody that they
can love,” Jo began, a slight hesitation in her voice. “And I assure
you that Mega Girl is no different. In fact there is someone that
I love, but at this point I’d rather not say who it is.”
The fact that Jo answered the question in the first person
wasn’t lost on Jackie. Jo was answering for herself as much as
Mega Girl.
“Will we ever find out who you love?” the girl at the
microphone asked.
“I guess we’ll all have to keep reading and see.” Jo replied
with a grin, her expression quickly changing from serious to jovial.
The next half dozen questions were easily enough answered
and the master of ceremonies reluctantly drew the Q and A to a
close. Much to the loud groans of still waiting fans. As they left
the stage, the Terrific Two got a standing ovation. Jackie almost
hated to leave. It had been an incredible high.
Two security guards quickly guided them to a house elevator
and up to their room. The door barely closed behind them when
Jackie made a sudden decision. She was going to ask Jo.
“I was surprised at the answer you gave that girl,” Jackie
said as she lifted the face mask over her head. “The one who
asked about Mega Girl having a secret love. I don’t remember ever
discussing an idea like that.”
“It’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a long, long
time.” Jo replied. “Almost, I guess, from the beginning.”
“And am I suppose to guess who this secret love is?” Jackie
said, stepping a little closer.
“I think you already know.” Jo said.
“And if I do?” came the reply.
“I guess I’m wondering what you want to do about it?” Jo
said.
Jackie seemed loss in thought for a few moments, then
reached out and lifted the small mask off Joanna’s face. She
dropped it to the floor and placed her gloved fingers on each side
of Jo’s now exposed face.
“I guess, I should do something like this.” Jackie said as
she bent forward and kissed Jo on her lips.
It took Jo a moment to realize what was happening, but only
a moment. She threw her arms around Jackie and responded to the
kiss with all the passion she felt inside herself. As she knew they
would be, she found Jackie’s soft lips warm, inviting, and oh so
responsive. It was a forbidden dream become reality, one that she
had wanted for so long.
“Oh God, Jackie,” she said with tears in her eyes as they
broke the kiss. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you to do
that.”
Wiping away some of the wetness on the shorter woman’s
cheek, Jackie smiled. Until just a minute ago, she couldn’t have
imagined her kissing another woman the way she had just done.
“Jo, I’ve never done anything like that before.” she said as
she pulled off her red gloves to caress Jo’s face with her bare
hands. “And part of me still can’t believe I did it.”
That was the honest truth. Back when Susan Wong had
first come out to her, Jackie had wondered for a while what it
might be like having sex with another woman. The question didn’t
stay with her long because she couldn’t imagine herself ever being
sexually involved with someone without there being an emotional
attachment as well. Something she didn’t think likely to happen. At
least until this moment.
“I hope you meant it.” Jo said as she finally finished crying.
“I meant it,” Jackie replied as she traced the outline of
Jo’s lips with her outstretched finger. “I don’t think I’ve ever
meant a kiss more.”
“And is there going to be anything more than a kiss?” Jo
asked.
“I’m totally in the dark here,” Jackie said as she smiled.
“You’re going to have to help me along.”
“Jackie, I’ve never done it with a woman before either.” Jo
confessed. “I just know it wasn’t right with Bill -- that I didn’t
feel quite complete.”
“Well, I guess it’s too late for us to send out for an
instruction manual?” Jackie laughed as she took Jo in her arms.
“I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” Jo giggled as she returned
Jackie’s embrace and buried her head against the taller woman’s
red covered breast.
Jackie took Jo’s hand and led her into the bedroom. It was
your typical hotel fare, two double beds and the mass-produced
painting hanging overhead. Not exactly a romantic love nest, but
she quickly reminded herself it was the company, not the location
that mattered.
Seating Jo on the bottom edge of the bed, Jackie reached
up and started to undo her Ultra Woman costume. She had just
undone the first of the six golden buttons on her tunic when Jo
reached up and stopped her.
“Please,” she said. “Let me.”
Jackie paused and saw the look of desire in her friend’s
eyes.
“Of course.” Jackie smiled.
Jo stood up and kissed Jackie. It was a brief, light kiss.
Just enough to say thank you. Then her smaller hands reached for
the clip that held together the edges of Ultra Woman’s cape and
undid it, sending the white cloak to the carpeted floor.
“I think I’ve been in love with you since that first day in
your office.” Jo said as she undid two more of the red tunic’s
buttons. “I’ve thought about this day so often that it almost
doesn’t seem real. I’m afraid that any moment I’m going to wake
up and discover that it’s just another dream.”
“Trust me, ” Jackie said as she felt the folds of her tunic
fall open. “This is no dream.”
In response, Jo kissed the top of Jackie’s now exposed
breasts, placing her left hand against the simple white bra that
held them in place. The action sent a warmth across Jackie’s
chest.
“You have such beautiful breasts,” Jo said as she felt the
nipples harden through the thin material. “I wish I had breasts
like yours.”
“At the moment, I think you do.” Jackie laughed as she felt
Jo’s hand slip beneath the white material and make contact with
the warm flesh beneath. “Oh yes.” she gasped as she felt Jo’s
fingertips brush against her nipple.
With her free hand, Jo undid the center clasp that held the
bra in place and popped it open. Once free, it fell down to Jackie’s
waist, exposing the pale mounds and the soft hand cupping one of
them.
Jackie loved the beach but lacked the nerve to sunbathe
topless. As a result, the outline of her bathing suit was clearly
defined by the area it had covered. Just off the center of the
pale white breasts sat wide areola capped by long thick nipples --
the rich pinkness of which attracted Jo like a moth to a flame.
The younger girl reached out with her tongue and licked the
hard tip in the center. Then she traced the outline of the pink
circle, enjoying the reality of what she had only done in late night
dreams. Leaning closer, she guided Jackie’s breast to her mouth,
until the dark pinkness vanished between her lips.
In the years since the first time she’d let a boy take off her
bra when she was 16, Jackie had numerous mouths partake of her
charms. Most of those had been more skilled than Joanna. But
none of them had produced the excitement that Jackie now felt.
It was like she was a teenager again.
“Mmmm” Jackie purred as Jo switched her attention to her
other breast and duplicated her efforts.
Using both her hands and mouth, Joanna continued to fill
Jackie with delight. Hungrily, she sucked at each nipple, covering
the soft skin around them with her saliva, leaving wet trails across
the pale mounds.
This oral ballet went on for what seemed to Jackie to be an
hour, but in reality was only bout a quarter of that. Eventually Jo
let the objects of her desire slip from her mouth and against
pressed her lips again Jackie’s own.
Her appetite for the woman in her arms now ravenous, Jo’s
kisses filled with fire. Her tongue glided into Jackie’s mouth,
finding a passion that was quickly building to match her own.
Jackie took hold of the edges of the red trimmed blouse of
the Mega Girl costume and pulled it up and over her head, where it
also dropped to the floor -- cape and all. She also took a few
moments to rid herself of the remnants of her own costume top.
Jo’s bra locked in the back, but opened just as quickly.
Unlike the rounded contours of Jackie’s mounds, Jo’s breasts were
conic in shape. The areolas of which stuck out like the tops of
salt and pepper shakers. Jackie had once seen a girl with similar
breasts back in high school and remembered other girls referring
to them as ‘puffies’. Whatever they called them, she found them
as inviting as Jo had found hers.
It was also readily apparent by the even all over tan that Jo
didn’t share Jackie’s reluctance to taking off her suit at the
beach.
As part of her lovemaking technique, Jackie often caressed
the nipples of male lovers, going so far as to ply them with her
tongue. Now she quickly discovered it was much more fun doing it
with another girl.
“Oh Jackie!” Jo gasped as she felt Jackie’s tongue play
across her breasts. She took hold of the back of the brunette’s
head and held her fast against her mounds, running her fingers
through the long locks as she did. “I want you to love me so
much.”
“And I want to love you,” Jackie replied as she again kissed
Jo passionately, not realizing until this moment just how true that
statement was.
Both women held each other tightly, exchanging kisses and
rubbing their breasts against each other. Their eager hands
explored each other’s topless bodies - covering them with both a
gentle touch and soft caress.
“I guess I should tell you that I found your drawings.”
Jackie said as she paused to catch her breath. “It was an
accident. I was looking for something for a headache.”
Jo froze for a moment, a look of worry on her face.
“What did you think of them?” Jo asked, a touch of concern
in her tone.
“Well I guess I should be thankful for them,” Jackie said as
she kissed the top of Jo’s head. “Because if it wasn’t for me
finding them, we wouldn’t be here right now -- doing what we’re
doing.”
The concern on Jo’s face turned to delight.
“I have only one question though,” Jackie asked, brushing
away a loose string of hair from Jo’s face. “Who are you really in
love with? Is it me? Or is it Ultra Woman?”
“You are Ultra Woman,” Jo responded with a soft kiss.
“Without you she would’ve just been some old drawings in a
notebook. I think that concentrating my sexual attraction on Ultra
Woman was a safe way of dealing with it. A way to keep fantasy
and reality separate enough that I could deal with you in the real
world.”
“And now...?” Jackie asked.
“And now I just want you to hold me tight,” Jo beamed. “I
want you to take me and be my love. Today, tomorrow, and
forever.”
There were no more words to be said, both women were sure
of that. The world beyond these four walls no longer existed, only
the beating of each other’s hearts.
Jackie undid the clips holding the Mega Girl skirt and let it
slide to the floor. Jo lifted her feet and kicked it away. Her
panties and boots followed suit.
Guided by Jackie’s hands, Jo climbed onto the closest bed.
The taller woman crawled right behind her. Leaning over her,
Jackie kissed Jo’s belly button. Then she kissed her way
downward, quickly reaching the edge of the thick patch of
strawberry blond hair. She shifted position to glide in between
Jo’s outstretched legs.
An aroma of arousal filled her nostrils as Jackie kissed the
damp patch. She’d never imaged she could be so turned on by the
scent of a woman. Her tongue reached out and traced a line along
the center of Jo’s wetness, giving Jackie her first taste of
another woman. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the
experience. It made her feel just a little lightheaded. Much later
in retrospect, she would decide it had come easier than the first
time she’d tried to take a man into her mouth.
"Oh yes, Jackie," Jo said as her body jumped at the touch.
"I’ve always imaged it would feel this wonderful."
Encouraged, Jackie moved her pulsating mouth closer and
sought out Jo's clit. Like she joked before, she had no experience
to guide her, but her imagination would surely serve. What amazed
her most was how natural it all seemed.
Jackie reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers,
moving her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. Holding
the folds with the outstretched fingers of one hand, the brunette
gently slid the index finger of her other hand inside Jo’s pussy.
Quickly covered by a thick coating of lubricating juices, her
finger effortlessly slid inside. Slowly, Jackie pushed her finger in
as far as it would go, then eased it back. She repeated the
motions again and again, moving faster and faster as she went.
Alternating between her finger and her tongue, Jackie
delighted Jo more with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed
as Jo reached down and held her friend's head between her legs,
then lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue.
“Oh yes, Jackie,” Jo moaned as she squirmed on the bed.
“Fuck me with your tongue!”
It surprised Jackie to hear Jo use the F-word, it was the
first time she had ever heard it spill from her lips. But then again,
she couldn’t think of any place it would be more appropriate.
Spurred onward, both by Jo’s verbal and physical
encouragement’s, Jackie thrust her tongue deep inside the younger
woman’s love canal. The analytical side of her mind wondered why
so many men were hesitant to go down on a woman when she was
finding it so much fun.
“Oh God, Yes!” Jo shouted as Jackie’s darting tongue found
just the right spot.
Jackie took her cue from Jo’s cries and centered her
attentions on that mark.
Jo thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to drive Jackie
deeper within her. More than happy to accommodate her desire,
the older woman began a series of furious motions with her darting
tongue. The light haired woman moaned loudly as Jackie gripped
her ass cheeks and pressed her face hard against her wetness,
sucking hungrily.
Jo began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax.
Jackie could feel the changes in Jo’s body and tried to drive her
tongue even deeper within her lover, increasing the speed of her
caress.
Jackie was taken by surprise when Jo suddenly tensed up
and pulled her head tight against her pussy, holding her in place
with both her hands and legs. Her body quaked and sweat ran down
her breasts as her vaginal muscles contracted around the
instruments of her pleasure. Then like a wave breaking against the
shoals, Jo orgasmed with a frightening intensity.
Instinctively Jackie opened her mouth to call out, only to
have her words cut out by a sudden eruption of feminine nectar.
Held close as she was, her face was soon covered with the warm
honey as Joanne trashed about in ecstasy. It had been a long time
since she'd had a sexual release other than masturbation. It was
her first orgasm at the touch of another woman -- and it had been
explosive.
“I have to be dead,” Jo said as she opened her eyes and
stared at the blank whiteness of the ceiling above. “Cause I can’t
image anything in life being better than that.” She laughed.
“I guess that’s a compliment.” Jackie replied as she climbed
up alongside Jo. “At least I’m going to take it as one.” she smiled.
“And now it’s my turn to do that for you.” Jo gushed, the
excitement in her voice causing her words to race.
Jo took Jackie’s face in her hands and kissed her long and
hard. She could taste small residues of her orgasm as she licked
the corners of the brunette’s soft lips. It was a flavor she was
familiar with, having sampled her own juices over the years. How
much more exciting it was, she thought, to taste them on the lips
of a lover.
Words couldn’t express how fantastic her orgasm at
Jackie’s tongue and fingers had been. Bill hadn’t had that phobia
that she heard a lot of guys had, about going down on a woman.
But even so, he usually only did it long enough to get her wet
enough for penetration. Not that the orgasms she’d gotten from
intercourse hadn’t been good, she was honest enough to admit they
had been. But the one she’d just experienced had been really
great.
Now she was determined to give Jackie the same.
Jo stretched Jackie out on the bed, letting her eyes run
across her naked body from head to toe. It had to be, she
thought, the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
“I feel like a kid who got locked overnight in the candy
store,” Jo laughed. “Everything looks so good I don’t know where
to start.”
“You make me feel like I should cover my body with
chocolate syrup.” Jackie laughed back.
“Well, I could call room service,” Jo grinned as she crawled
back onto the bed. “But I’ve got a better idea...”
Taking hold of each of Jackie’s long legs, Jo spread them
apart and slid between them. Both of her hands glided along the
soft flesh of Jackie’s thighs until they came together at the damp,
hairy mound between them. Her left thumb rubbed along the
center, briefly parting the pink folds beneath the dark patch.
Then, with a wide smile, Jo brought her face close enough to
replace her thumb with her lips. The first kiss was soft, and ever
so brief. At the same time, it was endless -- the fulfillment of a
thousand dreams.
Joanna thought back to the first moment she became aware
of her interest in other girls. It was back in junior high school,
when most of her girlfriends had begun discussing boys. They’d
talked about their cute smiles, how nice some of their bodies
looked -- which boys had the best muscles. On a few late nights,
there had even been some interesting speculation about who might
have the biggest cocks.
It was on one of those nights that Jo realized that she was
more interested in the gentle curves of her friends developing
bodies, the emerging bosoms they all secretly compared. The
gentle softness of their lips. It was a secret she had kept to
herself -- until today.
As much as she wanted the touch of some of those
girlfriends, it was nothing compared to the secret fires that
Jackie had ignited within her. Fires that now filled her young body
like a raging bonfire.
With skill practiced in innumerable daydreams, Jo reached
out with her tongue and parted the way to Jackie’s clit. Up and
down it glided, sending ripples spreading out from Jackie’s sexual
core - increasing with intensity with each passage.
Soft moans issued from Jackie’s lips, manifestations of the
joy Jo had brought her. The sound filled the younger woman’s ears,
matched by the pounding of her own heart.
“Oh yes, that’s the spot,” Jackie purred as she felt Jo’s
tongue send a jolt of rapture through her supine form.
Jackie truly loved having her pussy licked, it was a talent
she highly prized in a lover. Joanne didn’t quite possess the skill
others who found themselves between Jackie’s legs might have
had, but she did have enthusiasm. And right now that was more
than enough.
Jackie laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves washing
across her. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as Jo's tongue
drew more and more sweet nectar. She buried her face between
Jackie’s thighs, causing the brunette to erupt again in a burst of
sweet honey.
"Mmmmm" Jo moaned as she sucked the fruit of her labors
into her mouth.
Jackie was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of
ecstasy raced through her. She gripped the sheets beneath her
tightly as her body shook twice more. Finally she could take no
more, feeling both exhausted and satisfied. All resistance faded
from her body as she gave way to the thunder crashing within.
Jo lay there for long moments, cradled between the
softness of Jackie’s legs. The warmth of contentment filling both
her face and heart. Nothing in her life had ever felt so right.
Happy seemed such an inadequate word just now. But then again,
right now she didn’t need words.
Words also seemed to fail Jackie as she reached down and
gently stroked Joanna’s hair. If she could read minds, as one of
Creative’s more successful characters could, she’d find that her
thoughts mirrored Joanna’s. The lovemaking she’s just shared was
as close to perfect as she could imagine. And deep inside, she
knew that it could only get better. She wondered what Jo’s
opinion was on the use of toys.
The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted both their
thoughts. Jo rolled over and off Jackie in order to let her sit up
to answer it. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Jackie
picked up the phone and began talking.
Jo ignored the short conversation, preferring instead to run
her fingers up and down Jackie’s back. Planting a kiss at the base
of her neck as she did.
“How bout that,” Jackie said as she hung up the receiver
and turned back to her lover. “It seems we were such a big hit
this afternoon that they’d like us to headline the costume call
tonight. I told them that we would. I hope that’s okay with you?”
Oh yes, of course,” Jo smiled as she extended the line of
her fingers path until they crossed Jackie’s breasts as well.
“That’s was the second most fun I had today.” she added with a
grin.
“Well,” Jackie said as she took Jo’s hand in hers and kissed
it. “I guess we should make some kind of attempt to clean
ourselves up. They want us downstairs by five thirty. I want to
make a few calls back to New York so why don’t you hop in the
shower first.”
Jo looked a little reluctant to let go of Jackie. Now that
they’d shattered the barrier between them, she didn’t want to
leave her side for even a moment. Then reality reimposed itself
and she realized how silly that was. She kissed Jackie softly and
then headed for the bathroom.
Jackie waited until she heard the sound of the shower
running before she got up from the bed and quietly walked over to
the bathroom door. Just as silently she opened in, catching sight
of Jo thought the opaque shower curtain. She lied when she said
that the organizers wanted them downstairs by five thirty.
Actually they wanted them at seven. A little turnabout was fair
play after all.
She stood there a few moments watching the outlined form
of Joanna’s back through the curtain. The image brought renewed
warmth to her breast.
“I guess this is a job for Ultra Woman!” she said silently to
herself as she pulled open the curtain and stepped inside.
.......... and the Adventures continue......
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1998
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