‘Well what the fuck do you expect?!’ she screamed.
James’s world was falling down around him. Jodie was looking out of the patio windows, staring out at the swimming pool.
‘How many times?’ he asked calmly.
Jodie rolled her eyes. ‘Does it really matter James? Really?’
‘It does to me’ he whispered.
James stood up and grabbed his jacket.
‘Don’t you leave James’
James looked back. It was crushing to know she’d been with other men. She wouldn’t say how many. But it didn’t matter. He knew she was way out of his league. To him, she was Jodie, the girl he’d been in love with since he was twelve. To the rest of the world, well, she was Supergirl. Who was he kidding?
Jodie shouted after him but he couldn’t hear. His mind raced and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
‘Don’t you dare fucking leave when I’m talking to you’.
Jodie had used her super speed to block his exit.
‘I need some space Jodie’ he sighed. He felt like crying.
‘You’re not going anywhere until we talk this through’ she retorted.
‘No Jodie, I need to think’. He went to brush past her, but she pushed him back.
James’s heart beat faster.
‘Maybe you seem to have forgotten exactly who I am’ she hissed. ‘I’m Super-fucking-Girl, and if I say you stay, you fucking stay.’
James couldn’t believe it. She had never spoken to him like that. Or threatened him.
He shook his head, knowing that she would never do anything to hurt him, and continued to the front door.
Jodie thrust a hand out to her side, placed it on his chest, and launched her boyfriend backwards with enough strength that his gangly body left the ground.
His backside hit the hard ceramic floor first and he slid a further five foot into the cupboard door. It took him a split second to realise what she’d done, and a couple of seconds to comprehend what was happening. Why was she doing this to him?
He lay humiliated on the floor. He looked up. His heart was pounding. He was slightly dizzy.
He saw his girlfriend, the woman that he loved more than any other, walking towards him in just her bikini.
Jodie bent down, grabbed the underside of James’s jaw and pulled him up to his feet, then onto his tiptoes and then completely off the floor and into the air.
The teenager stood in that familiar power pose that she had perfected so well and had been printed so many times in newspapers and across the internet. Feet apart, one hand on her hip, in the other hand some guy that she was lifting effortlessly off the floor. Except normally she was in her red and blue Supergirl costume lifting some bad guy. Right now she was at home in her bikini lifting her boyfriend.
James squealed involuntarily. Her slender hand cupped his chin firmly meaning he could only look up towards the ceiling. His feet dangled in the air helplessly.
‘Why are you making me do this James?’ she demanded.
James’s mind was racing so fast he didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t even struggle like most men did in his situation. They tried to fight against her strength. He knew how futile that was.
‘Baby’ he managed to say as his entire body weight rested on his jaw, ‘Please stop. You’re really hurting me.’
A tear rolled off James’s cheek and into Jodie’s hand.
It hit Jodie like a thunderbolt.
What was she doing?
The super strong teenager lowered James down, and as soon as his feet touched the floor she flung her arms around him.
‘I’m so, so sorry’ she cried burying her head into him’. James said nothing. She lifted her head back. James was rubbing his chin.
‘How could you do that to me?’ he whispered.
Jodie was ashamed. Lost for words. She just didn’t know what to say. She’d used her remarkable powers and her strength against the man she loved more than anyone.
She’d humiliated him. Abused his ego and his masculinity. She’d done it a hundred times to bad guys. Guys that she wanted to make feel inadequate and emasculated. She wanted those guys to look down and see a beautiful woman with a killer body lifting them so effortlessly. She wanted those men to feel helpless and small. But she never wanted to make her own man feel like that.
And yet she had.
James wouldn’t even look her in the eye. She had humiliated him. For the first time ever, he was scared of her. It was the first time he had felt her raw strength and power used against him.
He pushed past her. She was sobbing.
‘James’ she cried, ‘Where are you going?’
The young man looked back at her as he opened the front door.
She was so perfect. He didn’t mean her body and her phenomenal boobs, and her incredible abs or her long intoxicating legs. But her. Jodie. The same girl that he loved before the boobs, the legs, the costume and the strength.
But the thought of her with another man, or other men, made him feel sick.
James closed the door and the most powerful girl on the planet fell to her knees sobbing. She could pretty much get any man in the world, but the boy she wanted more than anyone had just walked out of the door, and she quickly realised something: she may need him a lot more than he needed her.
She looked helplessly in the mirror across the hall. No matter how pretty she was, or how big and pert her boobs were, or how inviting they looked right now in her white bikini, he was never coming back after she’d abused his trust and humiliated him.
Still sobbing the eighteen year old girl got to her feet. She was angry at herself. What should she do now? Go after him? As Supergirl?
No. She needed to give him some space.
She had nothing to do. She realised that all she wanted to do was to be with him.
Jodie walked over to the full length mirror. Her eyes were puffy from crying. Even now, given every thing that’d happened, she couldn’t help but admire her reflection. She was so fucking perfect, and she knew she should be thanking the old Supergirl every damn day for this gift.
She needed to take her mind off James. In a split second she transformed into Supergirl.
Her sultry dark hair was replaced with beautiful, flirtatious blonde waves. The glamorous bikini replaced by her tight spandex Supergirl costume. The puffiness around her eyes had disappeared.
Supergirl turned 45 degrees to admire the way that her boobs sat so pertly upon her chest. She ran her hands up from her abdomen and caressed each breast, enjoying the smoothness of the fabric and the wave of pleasure she experienced with each squeeze.
It wasn’t her fault that her libido was this strong. Of course she could never tell him how many times she’d be fucked by someone other than him. But it was so easy. And she enjoyed it so much.
Jodie exhaled dramatically. She’d worry about winning James back tomorrow. He was right. He needed space. But she knew as she twisted in the mirror, James may be mad at her now, but once he saw her in her Supergirl costume again, he’d be putty in her hands, just like he always was.
Tonight, she decided that the bad guys in the city were in for a torrid time. Supergirl had boyfriend problems, and that meant more beatings.
She looked up into the open skylight and in an instant she was gone up into the starry sky.