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Diana the Valkyrie's Message Boards: SuperHeroine 4:13
PM, 20/Aug/98
Subj: A Close Encounter of the Supremi Kind
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Msg #146, posted by: Moxie (moxie222@yahoo.com) 20/Aug/98
4:13 PM
Hi Guys,
Before I share this, let me just say that I already know that
some of you will say I'm nuts. But believe me, this really happened,
and frankly, it really shook me. I HAD to post this message for
you all. Oh God, give me a minute, my pulse is still racing. I
may ramble a bit, but I'll try not to, just hear me out. OK, here
we go.
I saw her.
I really did see her. Kara, I mean. It must've been her. I swear
to God.
I just got back from a McDonald's picking up a late lunch on the
go. As I walked in from the parking lot, I could see through the
store windows that it wasn't very crowded. Walking inside, my
eyes immediately gravitated to the beautiful girl at the counter.
Damn, was she ever gorgeous. She didn't seem to notice me while
she tried to place her order. I quickly surmised that the cashier
was having trouble concentrating. He kept staring at her with
this blank look on his face, and she had to repeat her order several
times before his hands began to move clumsily over the cash register.
She was so stunningly beautiful, it almost hurt. I'm serious,
I think I FELT her beauty. It was a crushing beauty, so much so
that it almost had tangibility. There almost seemed to be something
emanating from her, like a radiation or something. It felt as
if the air pressure in the room had increased five or ten millibars.
My heart pounded and my head began to throb, and yes, naturally,
I began to get a hard-on as a tingling sensation spread over me.
I began to perspire, and my mind started to get a little foggy.
As I stood behind her, my eyes were uncontrollably drawn to her.
I physically could not look away, I seemingly had neither the
will nor the muscular control to do so. And gradually, the rest
of the world melted away. Looking back, I'm sure she was influencing
me somehow. I felt like I had a buzz, and no, I hadn't been drinking
or smoking anything. Could she have been emitting pheromones?
I wondered. I've never felt anything like it, but I instinctively
knew there was something different about her. Something powerful.
And I'm convinced it was Kara. My Kara.
Look, I know this sounds fantastic, guys, but you know me. I'm
not a wacko. Please, keep reading. I'm a reasonable and well-grounded
guy. The stories I write for us all on AU, and DTV are just that,
stories. Fantasies. Imaginings. I haven't gone over the deep end.
I know that (unfortunately) Starla is just a figment of my imagination.
I'm able to distinguish between my fantasy writing and real life,
I'm able to be effective and productive at work and with my family.
But as the Lord is my witness, this really happened, and it's
blurring the line in my head between fact and fiction.
She wore incredibly short and form-fitting denim cut-offs, a fashionable
T-shirt, and a pair of clogs. She had a European look to her,
if you know what I mean. Although she was probably 5'10",
her legs alone looked like they were six feet long. The skin all
over her phenomenally feminine body was incredibly tan, a shade
of tan I've never even seen before. Perfect skin, no blemishes,
no moles or freckles, no scars - not even any on her knees from
childhood "boo-boos". The long golden hair flowing around
her shoulders looked as if it never needed to be brushed.
She could have graced any modeling catwalk in the world, but that
would have been a mundane step down for her. Her shoulders were
broad, more broad than most women her height. But she wasn't bulky
looking at all. Her shoulders tapered inward to a tiny waist,
and then out to sexy rounded hips and glutes. It was the nicest
ass I'd ever seen. Ever. Her shapely legs conveyed the gentle
curves of firm muscles hidden beneath the skin. Her breasts were
uncharacteristically large and round, giving her a side profile
that nearly could not be believed as the T-shirt struggled to
keep them covered.
It was a perfect body. No, I mean REALLY perfect. Have you ever
even seen perfection before? Well, I have now. I've seen plenty
of women that turned my head, made me stop what I was doing, amazed
me, made me hard. Gorgeous women. But this was so obviously different.
Ever since I was ten or twelve, I've fantasized about SuperGirl,
and I've been looking hopefully for her for over 30 years. I've
seen some pretty amazing women in my time. But even then, I've
mentally had to make some minor allowances, or enhancements, to
her body in my head to make her measure up to SuperGirl. Adjustments
necessary this time: none. Zilch. Hell, maybe I really am cracking
up.
She had an aura of healthiness and warmth and sincerity about
her, also a certain naiveté. But at the same time, she
also practically oozed eroticism. Her voice was lyrical, and had
an utterly delightful lilt. It sounded vaguely reminiscent of
French. Ooh-la-la. She was so damn captivating.
I know this sounds familiar because you've seen this before in
the AU stories, but her body was lithe and slender, and there
were also unmistakable firmness and muscular curves to it, that
seemed to react to her every movement and gently dance just beneath
the surface of her skin.
She leaned on her hands and stretched over the counter as she
talked to the poor kid taking her order. Or, should I say not
taking her order. He was frozen, and only stared at her voluptuous
chest as she leaned towards him. She raised her voice out of frustration
to try to snap him out of it. From the back I could see the triceps
on the back of her arm firm up and begin to expand. They didn't
get huge - this wasn't a full flex - but just this casual movement
caused her triceps to swell to a size that belied the shape of
her upper arm at rest. The once-flat stainless steel counter top
on which she was resting her hands dimpled slightly, the square
foot or so around each of her hands obviously being compressed
by the unearthly strength in her arms.
I stood there, quite frankly, in awe of her, bathing in her beauty.
They finally finished her order and she picked up the bag. When
she turned, we made eye contact. The depth of her iridescent blue
eyes was practically limitless. They sparkled and were almost
fluorescent, and she looked like she could look right through
me. She smiled a dazzling smile at me, winked, and said, "Hello
John," before walking past me. I was in shock. Did I actually
hear her say that?
I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, unable to move, unable
to speak. Surely, she hadn't said that. My mind was whirling.
"Next please," the cashier finally announced.
I edged up to counter and examined where the counter top had been
subtly crushed downward by her powerful hands. Several moments
passed as my brain tried to sort all this out. The implausibility
of it all. All of the ramifications. Although I'd believed in
her with my heart all these years, my head had always been the
skeptic. But now, this changed everything. Everything.
"Sir, can I please take your order now?" he asked again.
Still I did not answer. My mind was moving at warp speed, I didn't
have time to listen to him. I traced my fingers over the subtle
indentations that remained in the counter top, and felt the faint
ridge that traced the outline of where her slim fingers and palm
had been. I pressed down on the counter top as hard as I could
with my large hand, testing its malleability and flexibility,
but found none. Unbelievable. Inconceivable. Could all of it really
have been true? Suddenly, it dawned on me that she did that to
the counter top on purpose, and left it there specifically for
me. To convince me.
"Sir, are you all right? SIR?!?"
It must be her, I thought to myself. It HAD to be. Panicking,
I spun around to find her, but she was nowhere in the restaurant.
I ran to an exit and burst into the parking lot. Oh God, please
don't let her get away. In a frenzy, I ran throughout the lot,
checking each car, but found nothing. I frantically searched all
over. I began to feel a deep sense of dread and loss, that I had
let the opportunity to meet and get to know the real SuperGirl
get away. All these years, I had wanted her to be real, to believe
in her. And when I finally had my chance, I blew it. I began to
feel something that can only be described as terror.
I also began to understand how important my fantasies about Kara
were to me. But this had become more than that, a fantasy that
somehow became fact. How powerful do you think a fantasy that
became reality would be? What would it mean to you? I began to
realize the depth of what Kara really meant to me. It went way
beyond lust. In a way, it went way beyond love, too, because how
else could I have such deep yearnings for someone I hadn't ever
met?
I had run around the parking lot several times and not seen her,
and I began to doubt what I had seen. Maybe my mind really was
playing tricks on me. Maybe I've spent too much time working on
Starla lately. I don't know. I also entertained the possibility
that I could be going mad. I stopped running, and began to feel
embarrassed that I truly could be losing it. I looked around to
see if anyone was looking at me. That, my friends, is an altogether
different type of fear. That is voracious, all-consuming self-doubt.
I began to stumble around the parking lot, feeling lost and nearly
in tears, on the verge of a breakdown. My world suddenly felt
a lot smaller.
Just then, Kara stepped out from behind between two SUVs, just
about twenty feet from where I was standing, and smiled at me.
She was still in her "civvies," but she put her hands
on her hips and assumed the trademark SuperGirl pose. She looked
sexy and majestic, and simultaneously radiated beauty and purity,
power and eroticism.
I sensed that she had come back just for me, that somehow she
knew me. Seeing her made me feel alive again. And aroused. My
heart and head leapt with joy as a surge of adrenaline gully-washed
through my veins. I wasn't going mad after all. Well, I wasn't
about to let this opportunity slip away twice. There were so many
things I wanted to tell her, so many things to ask. More than
anything else, I just wanted to be with her.
"Kara, please wait, I..." I began to say, but she raised
her hand to silence me, and I instantly obeyed, even though I
didn't understand why.
She motioned to the white SUV and then to the sky and shrugged,
as if asking whether I thought she should drive, or fly. Before
I could offer an answer, she reached her left index finger under
the rear bumper of her Mercury Navigator, and effortlessly lifted
the back wheels several inches off the ground. The vehicle's shock
absorbers groaned as the large knobby tires seemed to dangle from
the wheel wells. The muscles of her arm and shoulder expanded
to inhuman proportions as her previously slim arm now sported
a softball-sized biceps muscle. I gasped. Finally, I had seen
proof of what I had only suspected: that this was SuperGirl. The
SuperGirl. My Kara. She smiled a prankish smile over her shoulder
at me. She knew damn well what she had just done to me. I felt
vindicated, and hopelessly attracted to her. She set the truck
gently back onto the pavement, and returned to the confident-looking
SuperGirl pose.
Just then, there was a flash of lightning, and thunder boomed
from the menacing cloud overhead as a summer shower threatened.
"Today, I'll think I'll drive," she said comically through
a luscious accent.
"Xara," she shouted towards the McDonald's playground.
Moments later, a little girl in a pinafore with matching ribbons
in her light golden hair came running across the parking lot to
Kara. She was the image of her mother, and must've been about
four years old. Xara gave Kara a hug, and turned to look at me.
"Who is that, Mommy?" she asked sweetly.
"A friend, darling," Kara replied, "a friend."
Then, Kara whispered something in her ear and motioned to the
bumper of the Navigator. Xara reached out and casually lifted
the truck off the ground with one hand just as her mother had
done, smiling at me all the time. After a few moments, Xara rested
the truck back on the ground and innocently skipped over to the
passenger door and got in.
Kara looked back at me and winked. "I have to go now,"
she said, "but I'll be back. And in the meantime, I'll be
watching."
Then, I watched my Kara get in the Navigator, and drive away.
I felt weary and exhilarated from the emotion of what had happened.
And numb. I had so many questions that remained. Why me? Why today?
How had she found me? Had she been following me? Had she been
reading posts and stories on the AU or DTV? How strong was she
really? God, I'd love to be able to feel her muscles. Did she
use her pheromones on me? And what about Xara? What did she mean
she'd be watching? What was I to do now? When would she be back?
I finally concluded there was only one thing I could do: wait.
So, wait I shall. But Kara, if you're reading this honey, please
don't take too long.
Sorry for posting such a long message, guys, but I had to share
this with you.
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