Superman Stole My Panties: Chapter 17

Created by kissmyoops on Wednesday, November 02, 2011

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It was eleven o’clock by the time I got off of work on Saturday. Donavan and I headed to the back room to grab our bags. I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder, leading the way out of the fast food joint. Donavan followed closely behind.

“Night, Ronnie.” I called, my unofficial clocking off of shift.

Donavan muttered something incoherent as well, but Ronnie ignored both of our good byes, too concentration on making the wraps in his hands.

Donavan wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side. “I am so sick of that damn place.”

I giggled, leaning my head on his shoulder. Sleep fought with my eyes to keep them closed, but I knew it would be bad if I fell asleep walking. “Ronnie’s starting to get on my nerves. He’s been acting so annoying ever since we were almost robbed.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Donavan shook his head, “He’s got some shit stuck up his ass that ain’t coming down.”

I came to my car, shoving the bag into the back seat. Donavan did the same, leaning against my car to talk to me longer.

“Have you been fooling around with anyone?” I asked, trying to strike up a conversation on a topic I knew best. Donavan and his many women were always something to chat about. He almost never said no to my question.

He smirked, “I might have.”

“What’s her name?”

“Kayla Marten.”

I frowned slightly, “How old is she?”

“She’s a sophomore…”

I shoved him on the shoulder, laughing, “Are you seriously going back to sophomores, Donavan? Really?”

“What? She’s a cute little girl.”

I rolled my eyes, “Think it’ll get official?”

He shrugged, “Not sure. She’s the kind of girl I can see myself having a one night stand with. But at the same time, I can see myself dating her for a while.”

“Hopefully it’s the latter. I don’t want you using anymore sophomores to extinguish that sexual fire of yours.”

He moved in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist, “Why? Would you rather be the one to extinguish my sexual fire?”

I rested my hands on his chest, giving him a gentle push off that he ignored. With a giggle, I shook my head, “Only in your dreams.”

“All the time, baby.”

I made a face, “You’re such a pervert, Donavan. Please, remind me why am I friends with you again?”

He pretended to cringe, “Oh, you’re mean tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow, as if to ask so?

“You know that if you ever need someone to help you with your sexual fire—” he let out a small chuckle at those words—“I’m only a phone call away.”

“Oh trust me, I know all too well.”

He grinned proudly.

A moment of silenced passed before I gave Donavan a rough shove off me. He finally released his death grip on my waist, taking a cautious step backward.

“So tell me, Nelson. You got a man in your life yet?”

“Almost.” I bit my lip.

“What do you mean, ‘almost’?” He laughed.

“We were supposed to go out tonight—and he was supposed to make it official then—but then I had to cover Amelia’s shift.” I sighed, “I wouldn’t have normally, but I owe her so much.”

“That sucks. Who is it?”

“Jake Sanchez.”

Donavan rolled his eyes, “This guy still? Aren’t you done with him yet?”

“We haven’t even started!” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Well, I’m ready for my turn with you and I’ve been waiting in line longer than him.” He pouted adorably.

“Please.” I pushed on his chest playfully.

Donavan cracked a teasing grin, “Don’t worry. I have my own woman to be attending to. I don’t need you anymore.”

“Oh the day when that’s true will be the saddest day of my life.” I said dramatically.

Donavan grinned, giving me a hug, “And this is why I love you, Aves. You’re such a damn funny comedian.”

“Well, thanks, I try.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him back.
“I’ll see you later.”

Donavan pulled away, climbing into his car. I did the same, turning my engine on and pulling out of the parking lot quickly.

Once back at the house, I was sure to be quiet so as not to awake my grandmother. I could hear her machines humming upstairs as I kicked my shoes off, locking the door behind me.

I took my time as I kicked off my shoes, stripping down to my camisole and jeans. My eyes glanced over to the clock as I took in the time.

Superman’s note lay unfolded on my nightstand. Even from the distance I was, the letters stood out. I had read over it a hundred times. His hand writing was surprisingly neat for a man. I had the feeling he took his time with this.

I wondered if he would actually keep his word and show up within the next ten minutes to retrieve his mask. I would assume he wasn’t aware I had worked, thinking I was asleep.

But something inside of me told me otherwise.

The masked—or not anymore—man wasn’t an idiot. He would know that I’d stay up just to see if he’d actually come. If he had any brains, he would show up later in the evening when he thought I had finally succumbed to slumber.

I decided to play his game.

I’d stay until midnight, but only then would I pretend to fall asleep. It wouldn’t be difficult to resist the urge since my body still felt energized after working for so long. My only problem would be not tossing and turning so much in my pretend slumber.

I ran a hand through my hair, shaking it out. It fell loosely around my hair in layers, giving me a fuller look.

My fingers tugged the belt from around my waist, dropping the jeans. I slipped into a pair of pink pajama shorts. His mask was tucked in the waistband of my shorts. Lately, I had made sure not to go anywhere without it strapped to me.

I liked my upper hand.

My feet led me out to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I was sure to take my time, brushing for an obnoxiously long period of time. After what felt like an hour, I finally left the bathroom to return back to my bedroom.

The door was closed by my foot, lights hit by my hand. I was encased by darkness, save for the faint light radiating from my alarm clock.

My eyes focused themselves on the numbers, watching them just barely in the air.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the faintest of movements. My body whirled around to see what it was when my vision was suddenly cut off.

A hand wrapped around my mouth, silencing me as well.

It was a useless act. I hadn’t even parted my lips to yell. Why would I? I already knew who it would be.

Keeping on hand over my eyes, he moved the other down to wrap around my waist, restraining my arms in the process. My body was pressed against the masked man’s tightly. I could feel his chest moving against my back as he inhaled and exhaled.

“You are so bad at following instructions.” He whispered in my ear. I could feel his bare lips just teasing the skin. Goose bumps rose up my arms, and I twitched slightly from the heat of his breath. My heartbeat started to speed up on its own.

“You should know by now I’m not going to listen.” I responded, still unable to see my hero. I wished I was just barely stronger. Just enough to turn around and get a look at who was underneath this mask.

“Where is it?”

“Where is what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Avery.” He chuckled once, “Where is my mask?”

“That’s a good question, isn’t it?” I could feel the cool fabric pressed against my hip, thankfully tucked out of site. In the darkness, he wouldn’t be able to make out the abnormal lump along my waist to be his mask.

“Can you take your hand off my eyes?” I asked softly, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible.

“After you give me my mask.”

“How mad would you be if I said I lost it…?” I bit my lip gently.

“I know you’re lying. There’s no way you would’ve lost it.” He whispered in my ear. “Besides, if you had, I think some… punishment would be necessary.”

I sucked in my breath at his words. He wouldn’t be saying such… naughty words as that now, would he?

He chuckled, pulling my body closer to his. His body heat radiated against mine intensely. My skin grew warmer every minute.

“Where is it, Avery?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re a terrible liar. I know you have my mask. I know it’s somewhere here. The only question is… where?”

I shrugged as best as I could under his tight grip.

“If you don’t give it to me, I’m going to leave.” He threatened, “And I can promise you I’m not coming back to visit until I get the mask.”

“How will you get the mask if you don’t visit?” I teased, smirking slightly. It surprised me how much I didn’t want him to go. I felt my fingers twitch just slightly toward where the mask was hidden on my body as temptation ravaged me to release it.

Thankfully, I managed to hold back.

“You’ll leave it on the window sill. You’ll go to bed. And you won’t see me when I take it.” He stated simply.

“And if I don’t…?”

“Then this will be our last meeting.”

I pouted slightly, “What if I’m in danger again? I need a big strong hero to rescue me. Who else could fill that spot?”

“You’ll have to find someone. If I don’t have my mask, I’m not saving anyone. Besides,” He chuckled darkly, “Haven’t you heard who the real me is?”

“I don’t believe it.”

“You don’t even know what I look like.”

I bit my lip, barely believing I was saying the next words that left my mouth, “But I know what you taste like. And there’s no way someone who tastes that good is that much older than me.”

He seemed surprised by my words.

Hell, I was surprised by my words.

“I taste good?”

I licked my bottom lip, choosing not to answer.

“That’s good to know.” I could feel his lips turn into a smirk next to my ear. I may later come to regret my choice of words.

“You know what else would be good to know?”

“What?”

“If I knew who I was kissing.”

He chuckled, “Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten the number one rule. I can’t tell you what my secret—”

“What your secret identity is, yeah I know.” I grumbled, struggling against his tight grip. This position was beginning to get a little uncomfortable. “I’ve about had it with this stupid rule of yours, by the way.”

“It’s not just my rule.”

“Whatever.” I scoffed.

A moment of silence passed. Our breathing filled the room, our uneven breaths falling just short of each other’s.

“Are you going to give me back my mask?”

“No.”

“Then I guess this is fair well.” He whispered, “I’ll return to you the night you return to me my mask.”

“Is that a promise?”

He laughed, “We’ll see if you’ve been a good girl or not.”

I rolled my eyes underneath his hand. For a moment, I pondered over if he had noticed the movement or simply thought I was blinking.

Suddenly, I was spun around sharply. The hand on my eyes remained in place, while the one restraining my arms moved to snake around my waist. I felt my front pulled tightly against the front of the masked man.

His lips brushed mine. His warm breath tingled me as he taunted me. Hesitantly, I lifted my body up just enough to press our lips together. I moved mine slowly against his, nothing but the sound of our kisses in the room.

He pulled back before anything could get interesting, keeping one hand to continue to blind me from the world.

“Au revoir, princess.”

The hand disappeared.

I threw my eyes open, just barely catching the silhouette of a man climbing out my window in a rush. My feet had a mind of their own as they bolted over to the window. I threw my head out, searching the ground for any movement.

My eyes jerked back and forth all over, but came up empty.

He had disappeared into the air.

With a groan, I pulled back, closing the window.

My hand went to my waist to make sure the mask was still there. It was pure luck that he hadn’t felt the lump and explored it.

I pulled the mask out, holding it stretched out between my fingers. The black fabric was warm from being so close to my skin for such a long period of time.

I glanced back at the window before tucking it back into the waistband of my shorts and climbing into bed.

I could only hope that Superman wouldn’t keep his side of the deal. The thought of the notes lingered in my mind as I tried to sleep. What if, while he was busy shunning me until he got his precious mask back, something happened to me? What if whoever it was that was leaving the notes decided to finally strike now?

A shudder ran through my body.

It was a while before I finally fell asleep.

My hero’s mask was curled tightly beneath my fingers.


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