"Superfriends (With Benefits)" Part I by DedOnArrival

Princess Diana of Themyscira flew overhead, keeping a careful eye on the convoy traveling below her. The Justice League had recently recaptured the villain Parasite, and she and Power Girl had been tasked with escorting the prisoner to his new home at the newest maximum security installation for criminally-inclined superbeings.

"Hey, Kara."

"Yeah?"

"I hate babysitting jobs."

The Kryptonian smiled. "Guess that makes two of us."

Both crime fighter's earpieces buzzed. "JL, this is Delta-1. Package secure. Thanks for the spot."

"Not a problem," Wonder Woman replied. "G'night, gents."

"Roger," the guard replied. "What a babe; you cannot imagine the things I would do to her. And P.G., holy crap, those tits are just-!"

"Jesus Christ, man! Your mic is still on!" another male voice interjected.

"Ah, FUCK!"

Bzzt!

Both women turned to look at each other. The Amazon rolled her eyes while Kara covered her mouth to try and hide her laugh.

"I don't know about you, but I need a drink," the senior member stated. "There's a JLA safehouse I stay at pretty regularly a few miles from here. Wanna join me?"

"Sure thing," Power Girl answered.

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Diana opened the fridge, tossing her companion a can of Fresca. Power Girl looked the drink quizzically.

"What did you think I meant earlier?" Wonder Woman asked.

"Heh. Nothing."

Both women sat on the sofa in the den of the apartment, sipping their beverages.

"I don't mean to pry, but I'm guessing things aren't go so well with Bruce?"

Diana smoothed back her hair, sighing. "It's less than stellar...he's so emotionally guarded. It's really started to piss me off. Is he waiting for me to throw myself at his feet?" She fiddled with the tab on the soda can. "If that's the case he's got another thing coming. What about you, Kara?"

"Eh...most guys I know are all talk, like those jokers driving the paddy wagon. Whenever they actually meet me, they backpedal like crazy. I guess they're intimidated 'cause I can dead-lift a skyscraper," she surmised.

"Sounds like we're in the same boat," Wonder Woman said, her frustrated gaze meeting the Kryptonian's.

"Yeah...guh, this suuuuuucks!" Power Girl slumped down, leaning her head back on the cushion.

"On Themyscira, they view men as merely a way to repopulate the island. It's pretty common for gals over there to...well, y'know..."

"Experiment?" the blonde filled in.

"More or less."

Power Girl furrowed her brow, as if contemplating the pros and cons of the situation. "You know what? Fuck it."

The Amazon smiled, her cheeks showing a little bit of pink. "Alright then. But let's take it slow since it sounds like this is your first time with another woman...not to mention we could easily bring this entire building down if we're not careful."

Both heroines giggled at the thought.

"Good point," Kara agreed. "Before we...um, get started, do you have any spare clothes? I feel kinda silly still wearing this off duty."

"Sure thing. The bedroom down that hall, first door on the right past that corner. Check the dresser," Wonder Woman said. "Granted whatever you find may be a little tight up top."

"Yeah, right!" Power Girl said as she followed her friend's directions. "I'd lay down even money we're in the same neck of the woods as far as that little detail is concerned."

Kara removed her blue gloves first, tossing them on the bed. She then unfastened the clip on her right shoulder, pulling down the top portion of the white fabric of her suit until it hung by her belt. Suddenly she felt warm flesh pressing to her back behind her.

"Eee!" She squeaked as Diana's large breasts flattened slightly against her. "W...what happened to taking it slow?"

Wonder Woman's breath passed by Kara's ear as she exhaled, giving the Kryptonian goosebumps. Meanwhile, her left arm passed under Power Girl's left shoulder, reaching around to rest her hand on her friend's ample right breast.

"Hmm? You're the one who lured me in here, silly," the Amazon replied, her right hand slipping down the front of Kara's crotch.

"Haa...aah...D-Diana...!" Power Girl gasped as her friend fingered her sex through her costume, pausing only to stroke her clitoris occasionally.

"Having fun yet?"

In response the alien's mouth met her own, their tongues writhing like dueling pythons.

Guess that answers my question!