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Naked Girl Ch. 1

By: tenyari



Naked Girl - Chapter 1: Origin Story.

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY Feedback is desired but please be kind and constructive.

The idea of a Naked Super Heroine has a certain humorous appeal. This story delves into that theme, but also tackles serious issues of racism and female empowerment. It's a Super story, but it isn't a light comedic romp.  

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 June 17, 1988 at a remote spot on the Shoshoni Indian reservation in Utah. Three men are standing around drinking beers next to a pickup truck. They're dressed in jeans and white shirts, but the word 'Agent' is still written all over their faces and posture.

 Daryl Proudfeather doesn't much like these two. He's been on this case for three weeks now and doesn't much appreciate the company of men like them -men whose fathers had worked to break the backs of A.I.M. nearly two decades ago.

 Still they're good, and he's a lot closer to figuring out who killed Jenny Whitehair. Maybe too close, he hasn't said anything, but he's got a feeling he's drinking a beer right now with the killer. If he could only pin it down to one of them he could take this back to Washington and be out of here. He's not fond of life on the Res, he got this job to get him and his little sister out of it after mom died.

 He looks up to the trees and sees him. Owl. Waiting there, watching him. 'Damn' He hears the cocking of the gun behind him. "So I was right then?" he doesn't bother to turn around.

 "Damn Injun! Why'd they have to send you out here anyway?" agent Silverton sneers at him. Agent O'Donovan is silent.

 Hundreds of miles away in Oakland California a young 4 year old girl wakes up screaming. She knows. Big brother isn't coming home. All she has left now is Auntie Nessa, her brother's girlfriend.

 When the men leave, Owl takes Daryl's spirit away. Owl brings him to his father, and his father's father. Bringing him home. Three weeks later when they find the body the coroner rules it death by exposure "Damn Injun must've got drunk and lost. Damn Injun's is always getting drunk out there. Damn fools." Never mind the big hole in the back of his head. "Must've hit a rock when he fell down." Never mind the FBI bullet lost in the trashcan. These things happen, it's just another dead Injun. ------------

 Nessa was a good stepmother -loving the girl with all her heart. Her family had pressured her to put the girl up for adoption. To move on, forget about it. 'You don't need some orphan Native American holding you back'. It's not even your kid. You never even married the guy. But Marya was all she had left of Daryl. She raised her like it was her own daughter. She had her own daughter; she treated them like blood sisters -two near twins, a year apart- one black, one brown.

 When the girl got a scholarship to Berkeley, she was proud, like it had been her own daughter. And it was by then, they were a family stronger than blood -her, Marya, and Tisha.

 Marya Proudfeather remembers the day her brother died like it was yesterday. 14 years later and she can still see his face. She can still hear his voice. Still hear him saying goodbye in her dreams as Owl took him away. Somewhere in her mind, she knows who did it; she just hasn't put the final pieces together yet. When she does, there will hell to pay.

 Jason Silverton was a man on the right track. After solving the Jenny Whitehair case he got the promotion an agent dreams of. Assigned to the Guard -America's premiere Super Squadron- on their west coast investigative unit. At 50 he had a fancy flat in San Francisco's Marina and a comfy desk job heading up that same unit. His men found the crooks and the evidence; then called in the supers for the bust. He was also high up in the local KKK. It was a small group in this diverse community; but somebody had to do the Lord's work, and Jason felt the calling. He'd even thought of becoming a pastor at his Baptist church, till they let that nigger family join. To bad about O'Donovan though, lost in 93 somewhere south of Tijuana. These things happen, just another dead Irishman. ------------

 UC Berkeley, Auguest 20th, 2002. Marya Proudfeather sat outside of Sproul hall going over her class schedule. There were new faces all around her, speaking in a flurry of languages; it was the first day of school. Tisha sat next to her "Marya check him out... that boy is fine..."

 Marya looked up to see the object of her sister's three second infatuation, a tall blond boy in a well pressed deep blue suit. "A bit over dressed though, hardly your type."

 "What-ever... I could use some vanilla like that in my chocolate."

 "You're just putting his face on Keith's bod anyway, like always..." Marya rolled her eyes.

 "Say, don't he look familiar though?" Tisha squinted to get the sun out of her view.

 Marya covered her forhead and took a good look at the boy now talking to a group of young women across the plaza. "Hmm... wait... isn't he... Sparrow! That's Sparrow from the Guard, no wonder he's got that suit on."

 "Sparrow? Mongoose's old sidekick? What's he doing here?"

 "Even supers gotta go to college Tisha... Girl you really need to study more."

 Tisha sighed "You're just like mom sometimes you know..." Truth was, Tisha got better grades, but she played the dumb black chick to sound cool.   

 A boy across from them took a second look; they sure didn't look related, not that he'd toss them out of bed either way anyway.

 Tisha was 17, tall, and stacked like a brick house -dark skin, powerful muscles, full breasts, and a fully rounded rear. She had long black braids framing the lovely face of an African queen with deep eyes you could drown in and lips that left the mind wandering down dirty roads.

 Marya was a little shorter at around 5 foot 6, with a curvy figure like her 'sister', but on a smaller scale and lacking the muscle tone. Her skin was a deep reddish brown, her eyes black and her hair straight, thin, and coming down to mid breast. Her face spoke of her full Cherokee ancestry with its strong angles and prominent nose yet exotic beauty.

 Both girls had blossomed well. Both were dressed in hip hugging jeans and cotton T's which left their navels bare. Tisha's was pierced with a gold stud, Marya's bare.   

 "Hey, aren't you supposed to be hang'n with Keith anyway?" Marya asked.

 "Oh my god! What time is it?"

 Marya laughed. Poor Keith must be used to this by now... He probably made a habit of being late just to be 'on Tisha time'. She looked at her watch "You're half an hour late girl, better run."

 "Oh my god!" Tisha jumped up and bounced around. "I hope he's not mad... I gotta go."

 Marya began to say bye, but her sister was already halfway to Telegraph by then. Instead she shook her head and chuckled. Poor Keith indeed... Sometimes she wondered how that boy put up with Tisha, he seemed so nice...   

 When it happened, it was all very sudden. A matter of seconds really. Marya was walking in a wooded area between buildings, off to her first class -English 1A. Sparrow was behind her, minding his own business, glad to be away from the fans who'd spotted him; watching a nice piece of ass moving on her way up ahead. Neither of them spotted the ambush. Neither saw Volcano waiting for his chance.

 He'd been waiting on this moment for weeks. That fool Sparrow hadn't bothered to hide his identity like Mongoose always had. Kid thought he was some kind of superstar, immune to the consequences of his actions. Volcano wanted to get even; the Guard had busted his team up months before. It had been brutal, only he'd got away. The papers said he'd been killed, but he knew better. So did Guard, but they weren't talking. They never told it like it was.

 Now he had him, if he could get the shot right. If that damn chic would get out of the way. Ready... Aim... there she goes, come on sister, a little to the left... that's it... Now!

 Volcano stepped from the bushes, letting loose with the full power of his famous napalm effect. "Oh shit!" that stupid Mexican chic tripped on something, she fell right into the blast.

 Sparrow spotted it right as Volcano let loose. He didn't even stop to think; he let loose with his siren cry -a piercing sonic wave that could rip concrete off a steel wall. That piece of ass forgotten in the moment.

 Marya was hit from both sides. She went down in a ball of fire and ripped up concrete, her clothes ashes before she hit the ground.

 Both supers looked on in horror. 'Oh shit, what'd I do?' Volcano thought. 'She's gotta be dead, I better get out of here before Sparrow comes to his senses.'

 'Damn! How did she get in the way?' Sparrow thought. 'I ain't going down for no spic. My career's too important for this. I gotta get out of here.'

 They both fled the scene, neither checked to see if Marya was ok.   

 She was, but she didn't know it. She was in too much pain. Ever wonder what it feels like to be bathed in napalm? How about what it feels like when you can feel it, but it just keeps going and doesn't burn you up?

 However there was a third force none of them saw. Coyote'd been watching over the girl; he was the one who put the rock under her feet to trip her. Always up to his tricks, the old dog hadn't seen the two mortals until it was too late. He'd lost her brother when he wasn't paying attention all those years ago, he didn't want to lose her now. Coyote froze Marya in time, at the moment of impact. He considered his options. She had soul, even more than Daryl, even more than their great great grandmother... she was his after all; the whole line of them were, after that day in the snow when he'd sired the first of them. She was the last.

 She was pretty cute... A devilish idea sprang into him. It would fit; she might never peg it down to him. Most of these kids didn't believe in him anymore anyway.

 "Well Marya, I can save you, but I can't make everything all right. After all, it's not like I'm a god or something."   

 Coyote left. Time started for Marya. The burning continued. But the pain was gone -the flesh wasn't melting. The young woman was confused. She couldn't piece together what had happened. One minute she was walking along, heading to class, the next she was on fire.

 But it didn't hurt. Then it hit her. "Oh my god! Oh... my... god!" She reached out, as if reaching for the flames around her. "It's... Oh my... I'm... I've just had a freak'n super origin!"

 She jumped up, looking around. She was alone. "Yes! This is so freak'n cool! I'm a mutant or something!" Then she realized three things. First, she was still on fire. Second, she was stark naked. Third, her breasts felt suddenly heavy.

 She hefted them up "They're freak'n huge! What the heck is that about?" Her hands briefly brushed against her nipples "Ooooh! Damn, girl, sensitive too..." Marya looked down "They're so hard I could cut diamonds with them. Hmmm... I wonder if I could..." She didn't notice the wetness between her thighs; she was still too distracted.

 "Gotta put out this fire..." As she said this, she thought about fires going out; the flames pulled back, going into her body. She was glowing red, like hot metal. Then she heard the sound, like a million screeching tires, like all the nails in the world being pulled across a chalkboard. She was still in the middle of a sonic tornado; the fire had blocked her awareness of it.

 "Oh my god..." She staggered from the noise, a sound that should have ripped her limb from limb. She leaned into a tree, but it shredded like paper in a sawmill. "Maybe I can pull this one in too..." She thought for a moment "Ok. Sonic Power: De- activate!" Nothing.

 "Oh! Duh!" She thought about silence, and it was.

 For a moment at least.

 "Wow! Cool! A naked super chic!" It was a girl's voice, down the path. A bit familiar.

 Marya turned and saw one of Tisha's friends. 'Latoya I think' "Hey..."

 "Wow that was so cool how you sucked in all that fire. Sucks what you did to that tree though. Who are you? I've never read about you before."

 'She doesn't recognize me. I've got no costume, I'm freak'n nude. Why doesn't she recognize me?'

 "Hey are you ok..? You look kinda funny..."

 'Wait! I'm freak'n naked! I gotta get out of here!' Marya ran. And ran. And ran.   

 Somewhere past a few mountains and into a desert she stopped to collect herself, about twenty minutes later. "Where the hell am I?" She looked around. "This must be like... Nevada or Utah or something. Guess I can't just take off like that." Marya should've paid more attention in geography class.

 Marya sat down in the dirt, her bare buttocks hardly noticing the pebbles pushing up in her excitement. She picked up a rock and bounced it in her hands. "I feel so alive. This is amazing. I wonder if all supers feel like this?" Her body was electric. Every nerve firing off signals, every sense sharpened. A strong feminine smell was making its way up from her moistening pussy. She looked down, noticing it for the first time. Her lips were fully engorged and her clit was poking out through her bush. "God, I feel horny..." She curved her stomach in and bent down for as good a look as she could get. "It's so... I don't think I've ever seen it like this before."

 Curiosity got the best of her, and the sexual urges certainly didn't help. Marya reached down and passed a finger along her slit. "Ooooh! Oh my god..." It was so good it almost hurt, like she was just coming off an orgasm. Being a super could have its benefits. "But I don't know if I can take this..." She had to try again. Marya steeled her nerves for the rush. She reached down and gave another gentle caress. "Ooh wow! I can really get into this..."

 She'd never really been one for jacking off, and she really hadn't dated all that much -not like Tisha- but she couldn't stop herself. Marya ran her fingers along her slit for several seconds before she dared entry. She thought she'd cum when that first finger made it's way in, but soon found her peak was still building. In minutes, her screams were echoing throughout the desert as the young woman brought herself over the edge. When her fingers hit her clit it was just too much to bear. She blacked out in a burst of cosmic energy. To anyone passing by, it would have seemed like a glowing sphere of multi colored light ballooning out of her to shatter at the size of a car like a bursting bubble.

 She came to minutes later, her body a sticky, sweating mass. "Wow... I hope that's not dangerous." She hoped she'd still be able to be loved by normal boys. She sat up again and looked around. The rocks around her had been pushed back into a nice circle about as long as her bed. Nothing looked burned though.

 "I wonder what my powers are? I guess I can run, looks like I can super-fuck or something... and I guess I can take it, but can I dish it out?" She took the pebble in her hands and tossed it as hard as she could at a pile of rocks a few feet away. It smacked into them and fell to the ground. "Guess not. Least not like that." She spread her legs out before her, then reached back, made a fist, and pounded down into the ground.

 "Ow!" Why did that hurt if I was on fire before? It shouldn't hurt she thought as she pounded down again. No pain this time, but still no harm to the ground. "Guess I don't have super strength..."

 Maybe I can blast things? She pointed her hands at the pile of rocks and yelled out "Naked Girl Blast: Activate!" Nothing. Maybe I just gotta stop being silly... Just think about it. She pointed again, with one hand this time. "So... think about... hmm..." she considered a beam of energy blasting the rocks apart. There was a sudden booming noise as a braid of three different beams shot out and shattered the rocks, leaving fresh flowers in their place. "What the heck was that?"

 Marya continued to experiment around like that for a while. She found the beam was a mix of sonics, fire, and something black and starry she decided to call 'chaos energy'. It kept leaving strange things lying around or doing the oddest things to whatever it hit. With some work, she even managed to separate the three beams and fire them off one at a time. The firey beam came from her eyes or hands, but the sonics always came out of her mouth, and the black energy seemed to come from her pussy and nipples. "Guess there's some kind of cosmic pervert after all..." She found she could fly, but in fact, she couldn't run all that fast. She must've flown here and been too confused to realize it. The rest of it, how much she could take, would have to wait for some way to test.

 Eventually she realized it was late, she was naked, she'd missed her first day of class, and she was hundreds of miles from home. "I gotta get home..."   

 Instinct told her which way was west, and she took to the air. "I hope it's straight out there." It took a little longer going back, about an hour and she saw the coast. No bay though, she'd missed her mark.

 She stood on a beach, her finger in her mouth; pondering. "North or south..?" It was cold and foggy, so at least she was still in Northern California. 'if not Oregon or something...' Highway 1 was just up and off the beach; she saw a car drive by as she thought about it. "Well I'll follow the highway till I see a sign or a stop or something."

 North sounds good. She began to fly along the highway, keeping high up enough to avoid causing an accident. Besides, she was still naked "I need to find clothes."

 It wasn't too long till she found a sign on the south side 'San Francisco 70'. There was some place called Carmet nearby. The fog was too thick to see far, but she turned around and went south, following the highway. "Maybe I can find something along one of the beaches, I hate to steal but..." At Stinson beach she came down for a look, wandering along the shore in search of discarded outfits or a snoozing sunbather. 'Not that there's any sunshine...'

 "Miss..?"

 She turned around with a start. There was a park ranger a few feet from her, holding up a blanket. He was pretty handsome, probably Italian, with long dark hair. "Um..."

 "Miss, this isn't a nude beach. I'm going to have to ask you to wear this." He came over and draped the blanket over her.

 Or tried to. Marya was too stunned to move away, too drawn by his looks. But that wasn't the problem. As soon as the blanket fell over her it burned to a crisp, falling away in a pile of ashes.

 Both of them said it together. "Oh my god!"

 Marya looked down at the ashes, stunned.

 The ranger looked at Marya, stunned. "Are you..?"

 "Yeah... I... I just got my powers..."

 "Guess you don't have to worry about costume design." He tried to make light of the moment.

 "Um... do you know where this is? How far is it to Oakland?"

 "Miss..?"

 "I'm a little lost, I kind of flew away when it happened."

 "This is Stinson beach miss, The bay's only a short drive south. Heck I live in Sausalito."

 "Oh. I don't get out much..."

 "Really, with a body like that I'd peg you for a beach regular."

 Marya blushed.

 The ranger looked down "I'm sorry, that just came out..."

 "It's ok... I guess you don't get naked super girls too often." She smiled at him, trying to hide her embarrassment.

 "No... it doesn't happen everyday. Look, you need a ride or anything?"

 'Is he hitting on me?' "No, I can fly home, once I get my bearings. Besides," she grinned forth "I've got my secret identity to worry about" Marya blushed, realizing the foolishness of that statement.

 "Well, it's not like you can hide who you are... Look, my name's Paul" He reached out a hand, then thought better and pulled back just as she went to grasp it. "Is it safe to touch you...?"

 "I... I don't know." Marya looked down. "The ground seems ok, and I can pick up rocks ok." She bent over and reached for a piece of driftwood, unintentionally giving a Paul a view he would remember for years to come. "This seems ok... was the blanket?"


Naked Girl Ch. 1



"Wool." Paul offered.

 "Well that handles plant and mineral." She dropped the stick and looked him over a bit too hungrily "That leaves animal."

 Paul edged back and thought for a second. "I've got an idea, follow me." He led her to his Jeep, where he pulled out a sweater. "Just hold it, don't try to wear it. It's wool."

 Marya tookd the sweater and examined it at length. "Seems fine. Should I...?"

 "Oh what the heck, it's old anyway, try to put it on."

 It was ashes in seconds, before she'd even managed to pull it down over her head. "Pervert..." Marya muttered.

 "What?" Paul tried to figure out what he'd done wrong.

 Marya blushed. "Sorry. Not you... My powers... Somebody's got a sense of humor..." Neither of them saw Coyote watching from a nearby bush, snickering to himself. Hey, she was cute... It was a crime to cover that bod. He hoped she liked the improvements he'd made.

 Paul just had to know for sure. Before she could react he reached in and touched her on the arm. Marya jumped. Paul jumped. But nobody got hurt. "Sorry..." He offered.

 "No... thanks actually... I was dying to know." She looked around, a bit nervous. The touch of his skin had been electric. 'Oh what the hell...' Marya stepped into his space, and pulled Paul into a quick hug. "Thanks, really..."

 She felt his erection straining to get free as he offered "Uh... sure..." Marya gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and stepped back. 'Really; I'm a nice girl' she thought 'but I could use a quick fuck right now...'

 "Say... I'm here almost everyday, if you need to talk, just drop in." Paul tried to break the tension. 'Wow... she can't stop staring at my dick... man I'd love to bone this chick... No, get your mind out of the gutter man... She could have a super hero any day... you don't have a chance...'

 Marya unconsciously licked her lips. She forced her gaze up and responded: "Maybe I'll take you up on that some time." It was starting to get dark "I really gotta get home though."

 She reached out and they shook hands. Then Marya waved and leaped up into the air. Paul watched the sky for 10 minutes after she was gone. After he went back to the park office and relieved himself, wishing he'd gotten her name.

 Marya didn't know what to do. 'I've got to get home, but what then? If only I could be normal for a bit, put on some clothes. How am I going to go to school now?'

 Then she noticed she was falling. Fast, and faster. "Oh shit! What happened? Where are my powers?" Everything blurred for a second, she could feel her body change, and she was flying again. 'That was strange. Maybe I can go normal?'   

 Just over Alcatraz she came down to try it out. She thought about being normal. Everything blurred, she felt the change this time, realizing it had happened just before she started to fall last time. The world moved up and inch. Or rather, she realized; she was an inch shorter. "I need a mirror..." She though about her powers again, and it all went into reverse.

 She flew home. In her backyard she found the little key they hid under the grill. Tisha and mom weren't home yet. Good. She snuck inside and went straight for her bedroom mirror.

 "Wow! Who the heck is that?" The woman in the mirror was her -but it wasn't. Still Cherokee, but taller, with fuller breasts than Tisha's: 'probably a C if I measure it'. She was darker, tanned and untouched by clothes. Shoulder length raven hair, more defined features; like a Cherokee princess out of some ancient legend. Her bush was thinner, and her clit and labia were huge and fully engorged. Built for sex, that's what it looked like.

 She thought about being normal. Everything blurred and Marya was there again, greeting her in the mirror. "Well I guess that takes care of the secret identity." She put her finger to her mouth, biting into a nail. "I'm still naked..."

 Marya went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties. She put them on and returned to the mirror. Good, nothing burned up, now think of being super again. Ashes pooled to the floor as her panties burned away. "Well! That's damned annoying."

 Just then she heard the door downstairs and Tisha's voice call up "Marya?"

 "Shit! Normal, normal, normal!" She clamped her eyes shut and thought on it.

 The door burst open and Tisha came bounding in. "Hey! Your naked... what's up?"

 Marya opened her eyes; she was normal again. Tisha was always bursting in that like that. She turned and blushed, remembering a time when she'd had a boy in her room...   

 Both of them said it in unison. "You'll never believe what happened today!"



Naked Girl Ch. 2



Naked Girl - Chapter 2: What I Saw

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY Feedback is desired but please be kind and constructive.

The constant shift between Ebonics and standard English, even in the girl's dialogue; is intentional.

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 Welcome to West Oakland, another day in the ghetto.   

 Jamal and his crew were hangin on the corner when the car went by. Now Jamal was dead -the price of membership. The shooter got away. Cops didn't care much, they made a show, but it was just another dead nigga wrapped in a bag. These things happen.

 Cindy was a white girl from Napa, 14 and ready to shine. She was all that, on top of the world; but she wanted to go higher. She wanted to soar. She found her angels in Oakland, waiting on the corner outside homes locked up tight, with the windows barred and the curtains pulled. They took her up to soar in the clouds, and when they let go she smiled in bliss as the asphalt of the concrete jungle came rushing up to embrace her. Just another crack whore, these things happen.

 Six kids were playing in the street, running around tossing a ball. They scattered to the sides when the car passed by. Four thugs and a bitch scan the street, guns at the ready. The bitch smiled and waved to kids, they waved back. This was her old block. But wasn't anything to see here; Jamal was already dead. They'd'a known, but the cell phone was broken.

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 Ness Wilson drove by the laundry mat on the way home. She

saw the young girl lying on the bus stop bench, the same one all week. A white girl; couldn't be more than a few years younger than her own daughters. "Someone should do something about that girl..." She almost pulled over, but a john in his beamer beat her to it. The Man -coming back from the City- here for a cheap thrill before going home to the wife and kids out in the suburbs.

 A few more blocks and she parked the car. Six kids stopped to wave when she passed by. One them calling out "Aunt Nessy! Momma wanna know if Tisha can sit Wednesday."

 "Tell her I'll check, but I think she's free."   

 Only moment earlier in the house, two girls said it in unison: "You'll never believe what happened today!"

 Marya stood naked in front of her mirror, facing her sister Tisha; who'd just burst into the room beating her mother home by mere minutes.

 Marya was about to start, but Tisha beat her to it "Check this: Latoya saw a naked super today! Some girl on campus."

 Marya got ready to open her mouth, but Tisha was there already "God, what a ho. If I was naked; it'd be so tight!"

 "Tisha, sometimes you trippin'." Marya hid her blush well.

 "Just think 'bout it. I be flossin' all over, everybody watching; checking it out. Keith'd be so jealous, all the guys wanting to fuck me."

 "Girl, what is you sayin'? Guys're already juz mackin. They just wanna fuck anyway..."

 "Word..."

 "Who wants to fuck who...?" Nessy asked from the hallway downstairs.

 "Mom!" Tisha was mortified, not at her words, but over her privacy.

 "Tisha wants to run around naked so she can get all the guys to jump her ass." Marya offered by way of explanation.

 Nessy shook her head as she moved up the stairs. She gave her daughters the stare of long ended arguments and a worn down parent before moving on and ending with: "Tisha, you get that easy 'nough with your clothes on..." As she moved into her bedroom she thought 'at least I kept them clean of drugs and gangs.'

 She saw the picture by her bedside, a young blond boy in a tux, holding Tisha's hand as she wore her best. A prom picture, the boy was Keith. 'I hope he knows what he's getting into.' His parents must hate her -their best son, lost to a black girl from the ghetto. But she'd met the boy enough times to know they were a strangely fitting couple, even if his parents couldn't see past color.

 She called out from her room "Tell Keith before you go running naked down Telegraph; he might want to film it."

 She didn't have to see it to feel Tisha roll her eyes as the two girls went back to work gossiping.

 Tisha looked over her sister's body. "You beat me anyway, you still naked girl."

 "Oh!" Marya rummaged around for nightgown, finally slipping a simple cotton affair over her body.   

 "So what did Latoya say?"

 "Oh! Yeah, it was so tight. She was on fire and she shredded a tree. Latoya said she was Crackin'." Tisha cupped her breasts for emphasis "Looking like a Twirk. Mexican or somth'n. She didn't say shit, just looked scared and flew off."

 'Looking like a Twirk... I sure felt ready, dripping with sex.' Just thinking about it made Marya go wet. "She didn't recognize her?"

 "No. She didn't look local. Ain't seen no naked chics in Metahuman Journal. Latoya thinks she be new."

 Marya wanted to say 'So she didn't look like me?', but thought better of it. Instead she just put her finger to her mouth and thought.

 "Whasup?" Tisha asked, seeing the familiar gesture.

 "Oh... noth'n. Guess ya got better news than me. All I did was my first day at Berkeley."

 "Any fine playas?"

 "hmm?"

 "In class, how're the guys?" Tisha translated.

 "Oh." How to handle this... "I... I didn't really notice."

 "You... didn't notice... any of the guys in school...? Helloooo..." Sometimes Tisha wondered how her older sister ever hit it.

 "Well, I guess I was too caught in the scene." That was true in a way.   

 The two sisters spent the next few hours gossiping about their day, life, boys, and so on. Marya wondered to herself; why didn't she tell her sister what really happened. For some reason it just felt better to hold off for the time being.   

 "I seen Sparrow again."

 "Oh?"

 "Keith and I were marinating over pizza, he come running by looking skirby. Word is he moved out of his co-op. Maybe he lost a scrap with Naked Girl. Or maybe she super-fucked his brains out."

 Marya hit her sister with a pillow "Really Tisha! It ain't all about beating it."

 "It ain't?" Tisha looked genuinely baffled.

 "Well at least I know why Keith is always smiling." This got a return strike from another pillow.

 A bit later they were back to talking.

 "I wonder why he moved out though." Marya pondered.

 "Well I got it from Marissa, she in the same co-op." Marissa and Marya were schoolmates, and the only two girls from her class to get into Berkeley. Not good friends by any stretch, but shared circumstance made them civil and somewhat social. Marissa was a white Brazilian, Keith's ex; yet still his friend. Unlike stay at home Marya, she'd chosen if not dorm life, at least the co-op system.

 "Maybe he decided to stay at the Guard's facility."

 "Yeah but that's in Frisco."

 "He can fly can't he?" That was an idea, given how fast she could fly... no more traffic jams. If she didn't mind arriving nude...   

 There wasn't much else to say, so the two went off to their rooms. Marya going online to see if any of her professors from today had a syllabus available. Tisha tying up Keith's phone, it was a rare day when you encountered supers, rarer when there were two involved, and even rarer still when one was your sister. Not that she knew that. ------------

 Marya took her bath before dinner. She needed the relaxation after a day like this one. The warm water covered her like a lover and she fell into a peaceful bliss, looking at her breasts poking out of the bubbles and thinking about her super body. 'Am I really all that when I change?' She looked carefully at the water line around her tits and thought of being super. There was the same blur as before and then everything felt different -more alive, more sensitive. She could feel the warm water on her snatch, aware of it like never before. 'Wow, if it's like this, what would happen in the shower?' Then she looked down to her breasts, they were about an inch further out of the bubbles. "Shit!" Marya called out, then whispered: "Check out my tits... They're huge." She giggled, thinking of the bad dialog in porn flicks. 'Guess this is the part where some playa comes in to hit it with me...' She made to look around the bathroom. 'nope; guess I'll juz have to do it myself.'

 Remembering the last time, she gently cupped her breasts and ran her hands along them "Ooohh..." 'Damn, Tisha's gonna hear me.' She stroked across the surface of her body, coming back to breasts only after feeling the wonders of being so alive. When the fingers of her hands hit her nipples she couldn't hold it back anymore. "Aoooh..!" she squealed out as quietly as she could. In an adjacent room, Tisha paused on the phone for a second thinking 'What was that?' Ness was obliviously busy in the kitchen.

 "Damn... maybe I can gag myself." She grabbed one of the small mini towels and tried stuffing it in her mouth, thinking 'this is freak'n strange; like S 'n M on myself.' When she had it nice and tight in there, she moved her hand away to continue and was greeted with a flash of heat in her mouth, and the taste of ashes. "Oh come on!"

 She slumped into the water, dejected. 'This naked thing is just ridiculous.' She spat out the ashes and drank a little water from the bath tap to clean out her mouth.

 "Oh well..." And she continued, having to start over. Her arousal had gone down, but not away. This new body didn't seem

capable of not being ready, of not being sexed up. She quickly got back to, and beyond her previous point. Marya worked her body; gritting her teeth for all she was worth to hold in the sounds of bliss.

 When her hands finally found her snatch; she was sweating in the tub, breathing hard. That first finger gave sweet joy. "Aaahhh..." She thought that was quiet. 'I so need a man.' Release was quicker than she wanted. But then, she did need to get out of the tub before anyone got suspicious. When it happened it was like before, only she rode it this time -staying conscious. A ball of energy erupted around her, pushing the water out of the tub. Just as she burst, as the moment of climax reached it's highest peak, the ball shattered with a loud boom. There was no hiding that. Water splashed everywhere. She heard Tisha in the hall and quickly thought 'Normal!' before the door burst open.

 "What the fuck!?" Tisha started, before seeing the water all over the bathroom floor.

 Marya was a mess on the tub base. "Uh... I fell."

 "Shit girl! We gotta clean this up befoe mom finds out." Tisha grabbed some towels and began soaking up the mess, Marya joining in with a full body blush. 'That was close' she thought.

 "I think I'll just finish up with a shower." Marya offered when they were done.

 Tisha looked her over with a pause. "Yeah..." As she left she thought 'you need a boyfriend. I could smell it all over you..." Downstairs in the kitchen, Ness was thinking something similar.   

 The family of three ate dinner together. On the surface it was just another night, right down to the scattered gunshots in the distance.

 Inside Marya was thinking 'maybe I can do something about that now.'

 Tisha was just thinking 'I didn't get to fuck Keith today, summer's almost over'.

 Ness was hoping her girls didn't get pregnant, run off to join a commune, get shot at, and all the rest of a parent's normal nightmares. 'Will they ever grow up right?' "Tish, Shafaye wants you to sit for her kids Wednesday."

 "Um..." Tish went through her mental PDA, looking for an entry but coming up empty. "I think I can, gotta make some calls first."

 "Just let her know, she likes you more than the other girls."

 Marya wondered why, but didn't mention it. She was just old enough to begin seeing her sister for more than her faults, but it was a slow transition -like teaching a river that's it's been flowing uphill all this time. You had to give it time, be patient. 

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 After dinner Ness sat on the porch, chatting with ol' Marcus from across the street. He was a bum, and he was always trying to look down her shirt, but he was nice enough and never bothered the girls. Not your typical dirty old man. They waved to Davian as he went by -the corner dealer ever since Jamal moved out. A nice boy, too bad about his career choice, but you couldn't blame him in this place. That's just the way it was.

 Marya was still trying to figure out if she missed anything important on her first day. Tisha'd called everyone and found she had no excuses to get out of a job Wednesday. Even Keith, her personal love slave; had no excuse to distract her away.

 "Say Mar, what'cha think naked chic's up to?" Tisha walked in on Marya, in mid search for sites on Supers.

 "Probably beating it with Keith, since you ain't there to keep her off." Marya worked real hard to hold back the grin, but it wasn't listening. She tried to pay attention to her screen, but Tisha wasn't going away just yet.

 "I wonder what'd be like..."

 "Got me. How would I know?" Of course she knew exactly what it was like. She'd felt like a bitch in heat the whole time. She still wondered how that ranger, what's his name... Paul. How Paul had managed not to tear it up with her? She must've smelled like 3 tons of sex with her eyes glued to his crotch the whole time.

 Tisha continued with "I wonder what she'll do. If she's new... Maybe she's hangin' with the Guard, if she ain't a villain."

 "I doubt she's a villain..." Marya said, a little faster than she should have. 'Should I try to join the Guard?' She thought about this. It would be a big step. Would they take a naked girl?

 "Well you never know till it's too late..."

 "Maybe she'll be our own little hero, fighting the Man for justice."

 "Ghetto Bitch: The Naked Super Ho!" Tisha smiled at the idea. "That's what they'd call her, sounds like a villain if she goes against the Power."

 "Well..." Marya began.

 "She was in B - Town anyway. Who knows were she'll show next. Maybe she was here to find Sparrow." Tisha shrugged.

 'As if...' Marya thought. 'I never liked that pretentious jerk anyway.' Out loud she just said "Maybe, who knows. Not every super chick worships him..." She looked at her screen. "Well, I gotta look some stuff up."

 "Homework already?" Tisha peered over Marya's shoulder to the screen beyond.

 "Somth'n like that."

 "You writing a Supers report?" The screen showed a site on super's history, focusing on mutants and how their powers tended to come out.

 "Naw, looking for ideas."

 They continued for a bit, breaking away as Tisha went to bed and Marya finished up her searches. Strangely enough, she couldn't find any mutants who manifested like her. She almost posted a question, but figured the risk of being tracked was too great. 'What I need is a mentor.'

 Ness got done chatting and came inside. She went to sleep with a novel. A Science Fiction tale about a people who lived in a great forest world and had no word for war. 

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 The last one up was Davian -standing on his corner waiting for The Man to come by for a hit. He was the only one who saw her -little Cindy, miss top of the world- getting out of the SUV. Her clothes in tatters and a new black eye -at least the john'd left her alive. Davian watched the girl cry herself to sleep in the parking lot of the Laundry mat. No one deserved that, not even a white girl. He held back the tears, a coldhearted D-boy; he couldn't afford them. John circled around in his SUV and bought a dimebag before heading on home. It was just the way things were.   

 Marya dreamed of flying high. Raven was at her side and Coyote nipped at her heals. A dark shadow fell back before her, bright colors behind. She was naked and glowing with the fires of her power. The ghetto was below her; she looked down and saw it in all its dark glory. The D-Boyz, the children, the young mothers whose men were locked away, the johns and junkies in their SUVs coming in and out from their safe suburbs, the blind police, who only busted the victims and the bottom rung. She saw it all, even the useless vigilante heroes who came in to beat up a gang or two, ignoring the real problem.

 Sadness filled her heart. This was her domain. Where the supers didn't go -the land forgotten by those so-called heroes. She didn't know how, but she wanted to make it right.   

 In the morning when she woke up her clothes were gone. Ashes in their place, but her bed was strangely untouched. "Damn. That was my favorite gown."     

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 Ebonics and Bay Area Slang dictionary:

 B - Town: Berkeley  
 Beating it: Having sex 
  Crackin': A fine looking bitch   
D-Boy: Drug Dealer  
 Dimebag: bag of drugs.   
Flossin': showing off.  
 Hit it: Have sex   
Ho: whore  
 Mackin': hitting on women.   
Marinating: Chillin', Hanging out. 
 Skirby: scared, frightened   
Snatch: Pussy   
Tight: cool, phat, da bomb. 
  Trippin': Out of your mind 
  Twirk: A girl ready for sex. 
  Whasup: What's going on  
 Word: ain't that right.



Naked Girl Ch. 3



Naked Girl - Chapter 3: First Super Caper

THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY Feedback is desired but please be kind and constructive.

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 Even a Naked super girl has to go to school if she wants to keep her secret identity. Marya certainly wasn't about to give up the rest of her life just because she had powers. 'I may be a mutant, but I'm also a woman with a chance at one of the best schools in the country.'

 The first few days were fairly normal. It was like going to high school, only bigger. Walking into a room with so many students you had to watch the professor on a TV screen would take getting used to. Not all her classes were like that, but certainly the general courses ran big and impersonal. With no major yet, her schedule was a bit eclectic: English 1A, Introduction to Anthropology, Trigonometry, and Art: Figure Drawing.

 Art class looked promising, a lot of nude models; which would be fun. She thought of signing up to pose. If she had to be nude anytime she went super, she might as well get used to it; learn to like it. Second thoughts crept in on the third class, when the model was a beautiful black girl who kept spreading her snatch at the Asian guy next to Marya. Fortunately it was a day for quick sketches, two minute contour line drawings; no looking at the paper till you where done. Of course that meant she got more than an eyeful of the girl's click just hang'n there wait'n for a kiss. A sight she found disturbing yet beautiful. She wondered why it made her wet, never having been one to look at girls before.

 The rest of her schedule was a mad dash of department attempts to get students to wash out. Ranging from a hundred to several hundred students per class, with graduate students doing the real teaching in afternoon seminars. Marya quickly decided most of these professors couldn't teach to save their lives; they were just here to get research grants. She wondered if Berkeley had been the right choice, still it would be a good resume item if she made it through. 'Am I eva gonna need it though? What good's a degree for a job bustin up villains and mad scientists?' Still, she would do her brother proud.

 The students were interesting. So out of her world -so many rich kids, foreign kids, and hippies looking to catch a dream over 30 years dead. Filtered through her jaded eyes they were paragons of The Man, suburban kids born to a luxury she never knew.

 She doubted any of them had to wear second hand clothes not by choice of fashion, but from poverty. She doubted any of them had ever been raped in the back of a high school bathroom. She doubted any had seen their boyfriend's gunned down in a drive by. She doubted any had ever seen a super turn a blind to her cries for help cause she just didn't matter to his image.

 They were the rich kids from over the hill, the people she'd grown up to hate. Now she was among them, cast out of her element into a world she'd only dreamed of joining. Up close, they didn't look so bad -when they didn't know what she was, didn't know a hoodrat when they saw one- they seemed like normal people. She thought she knew better, but found herself wondering more and more every day.

 'If Daryl hadn't died, would I be one of them? Are they really so different?' She knew better than to think it was about color, after all, she wasn't even black. It was about class. It's easy to learn hate -part of human nature- but it's hard to give it up. Still, if she was going to make it here, she'd have to learn to accept these people -figure out who they were.  

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 Those early days went by fast. Every night after school Marya would fly up into the sky looking for trouble. That's what heroes did wasn't it? It was getting rather expensive though -all the burned away clothes. She started dressing minimal, started looking for places to stash outfits. The campus rooftops would soon become a pervert's wet dream; a scattered array of women's clothing. That might get her dressed after the fact, but it still didn't solve the initial problem.

 Day three she decided to try something new. Stepping out of art class she went for a secluded set of trees and quickly stripped. Marya put everything in her pack and thought of being Super. The change moved through her, a little less blurry than on the first day. She felt the sudden onslaught to her senses, the growth of dampness between her thighs and the increase of weight on her chest. As for her bag, she tried to put it on and made to jump into the sky; but as soon as her arms were through, it was ashes at her feet; her books and purse spilled out onto the dirt. "Well shit! What am I supposed to do now?"

 She bent over to pick up her things, unaware of a group of guys coming down the path with their lunches in hand.

 "Hey, check that cunt out!" the voice of a white male called out from behind her.

 His black companion filled in "Damn! That's some fine yak butter honey! Check that chassie."

 Which led to a chorus of voices joining in "Shiiee..."

 "Turn around bitch and give us the rest o' the Product."

 "Man she crackin'"

 "I'll take a piece o' that."

 Marya froze. 'Well, I'm going to have to deal with this sooner or later.' Without looking back she straightened her legs and spread apart a little further, improving the view dramatically as she picked up her books. The boys where treated with the sight of her spread pussy, wetness dripping down her thighs and a click visible even from the 20 feet away where they stood, transfixed. Between the lovely view her breasts hung down and waved to and fro and she worked to gather her supplies, her face still hidden by her activity.

 "Damn..." the chorus offered. It was about all their brains could still handle.

 Marya rose slowly, turned around even slower. She was turned on like crazy by the act. 'Now I feel like a Twirk. I'm sooo fuck'n ready.' She looked over her audience, licking her lips. 'I better lay some rules down fast, or I'll end up some cheap ass benda, hitting it wit every guy I meet for the rest of my days.'

 "You want it boyz?" Marya said as she ran a hand through her slit. "Well come on over and get it..."

 As group, they advanced; some of them looking around to see if anyone was watching. There were six of them in all, a mix of black and white, but all dressed like wannabe gangstas.

 "If you can stand the heat." Marya finished, as she burst into flames, a devilish look in her eyes.

 "Shit!"

 "What the fuck?!"

 "Da bitch's a super!"

 "No... fuck..."

 "I think I'm in love..."

 "Fuck! Ball out man!"

 They scattered and ran. Marya broke out into uncontrolled laughter, still burning like a bright inferno, still clutching her books to her breasts. She was too distracted to notice they weren't burning, and too distracted to see her sister and Marissa watching from a side path.

 Tisha had come late, just in time to see Marya straighten her legs when bent over, but not soon enough to see who this girl really was. "Marissa! It's her. Phat! She got game. Seein' that, I could almost go for beatin' it with a bitch."

 Marissa edged a step away from Tisha at those words. Then seeing Marya run her hand through her slit, took three steps into Tisha, till their hips touched and the two shuddered unconsciously.

 They stood in awed silence as the boys ran off.

 For her part, Marya was charged with sexual energy, feeling like she could fuck an army and keep going. "Oh that was tight! But god I feel ready..." She ran her hand through her snatch again. "Oooh... This is gonna to drive me wild... I need a fuck."

 Hearing this, Tisha got the nerve to move forward. "Hey girl..."

 Marya turned, that voice was too familiar. 'Shit! Not Tisha, not now...'

 Marya looked over the girls she knew all too well. Her sister and her high school peer. They were odd friends, having shared the same man. 'Now I really gotta ball out.'

 Tisha saw her tense down, ready to jump. "Hey don't go..." But it was too late; Marya was in the clouds.

 "Damn..." Marissa offered.

 "No shit. Wait'll Marya hears this. Her Art class is just down here."

 Marissa looked at her watch. "She aught'ta be out by now. We could get some pizza."

 The two friends continued on, looking for Marya; never making the connection. 

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  Marya was frustrated. This nude thing was bad enough, always loosing her clothes. But the turn on made it a living nightmare. She'd gone solo so many times in the past few days she was starting to worry her muscles would get uneven -worried she'd end up with the right hand of a body builder.

 And she still hadn't found anything to bust up. 'Wasn't it supposed to be easier to find crime?'

    It took a week to find it: a week of frustration, burned up clothes, and sneaking into the house naked. A week of patrolling the skies and avoiding being sighted as best she could. Not that rumors hadn't begun to spread already.

 Saturday evening found a very naked Marya descending from the sky to a liquor store in Richmond, looking to buy a soda. 'Hope they don't have a no shirt, no service policy; cause I'm thirsty.' She'd taken to braiding a few bills into her hair -just in case- for some reason jewelry didn't burn up with her clothes. Anything that might make her look sexier, as long as it wasn't clothing or lingerie; seemed to be able to survive the transformation. 'Cosmic pervert indeed'. It was pure luck, her choice of stop-n-rob...

 As she walked the aisles, aware of the shocked lusting stare of the Pakistani clerk, two guys with Asian eyes dressed as gangsta's came in, ski masks already in place. One of the men pulled a pistol as he made his way in, aiming at the man behind the counter.

 His partner tossed a bag on the counter and said "fill it S.a.m., or ma patna bust's a cap in yo ass."

 The man behind the counter looked scared, but complied. His hands opened the register as his eyes scanned the men, moved back to Marya, and then to his task.

 The gaze was not lost on the thugs, and the one without a gun turned and locked eyes with a startled Marya "Fuck'n Shit G, check this out!"

 The other cast his gaze back briefly, just long enough for the clerk to hit a panic button. "Shiiee, looks like we got us some snatch. Yo bitch, getcha ass up here."

 "Yeah honey, you comin' wit us." The unarmed one said as he moved towards Marya.

 "You boyz want a piece of this?" Marya smiled back with a crazed look in her eyes. In her mind she was thinking 'I've been looking all week for this, and all I had to do was go and buy a soda...'

 "Don't play wit me bitch." The goon made to grab her arm as Marya stepped back.

 "Miss, don't make any trouble..." the store clerk pleaded as he stuffed the bag.

 "Yo, fuck you man!" The goon with the gun shoved it in the clerk's direction for emphasis.

 "I think you boyz should leave." Marya said, a fire starting in her eyes.

 The one goon looking at her said "What the fuck...?"

 The other just got pissed "Bitch you had yo chance." He pulled his gun around and fired on her.

 This was when Marya realized she didn't know if she could stop a bullet. Her hand went up, as if to block a punch, she cringed back and thought 'No! Stop!' Black tendrils shot out of her nipples and snatched the bullet out of the air passing it to another tendril coming out of her pussy -a tendril with teeth. As all four stood in shock it took the bullet and chewed it, spitting it out like old tobacco into a wet mess on the floor. Then the tendrils were gone. 'ew, gross.' Marya thought. The men's thoughts were a lot less pleasant, staring at one of the most beautiful women they could imagine, naked before them; they shriveled up as each cringed with the possibilities of what they'd witnessed.

 Marya straightened with confidence. 'That answers that question...' She looked over her audience and lit up in flames. "Drop the 9, blade."

 "A'ight" the stunned gangsta let out. He put the gun on the counter. The dynamics of the encounter had changed. The two thugs may have been fools, but they weren't stupid. You don't get into a scrap with a super, naked or not.

 Well that was anti-climatic. 'Damn, when do I get to blast some krunk?' Marya looked over the scene. "You two sit over there." She put the thugs in clear view of the security camera. "Take the gun S.a.m." She motioned to the clerk, who was standing there with his hands half in the loot bag, his jaw scrapping the floor.

 The goons sat in their corner like lost puppies, watching her and waiting for a chance to ball out.

 "Damn... dis sheit is wack." The former shooter muttered.

 His partner was back to eyeing her up and down. "Check it man, she so ready -drippin' out her snatch" he whispered.

 Marya heard their every word, wondering what to do next. She could feel her juices making their way down her bare thighs. 'He's right; I'm soaked. If I don't get outa here soon I'm gonna hav ta tear it up with them...' She gave him a hard look "Shut yo mouth foo."

 The man behind the counter said: "Police are on their way."

 "Yeah..." Marya answered. 'Last thing I need; to be down at the station for hours making statements.' She looked back to the clerk holding the gun. "You got it covered?"

 He nodded, his eyes back to roaming her body.

 Marya went back and got a soda. "Here..." she pulled a dollar out of her hair and dropped it on the counter. "It's been real boyz..." she said as she made her way outside. She stood in the night air looking around as a patrol car pulled up catching her in its headlights. 'Time to fly.' As the cop stepped out she took to the air.

 "What the hell was that?" The officer looked up in wonder, then made his way into the store.

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 The rest of the evening went uneventful and Marya eventually snuck her way into the house. She didn't think about it as she stepped from her room to the bathroom, back to her normal body, but still nude. She came face to face with Keith, Tisha's boyfriend, making his way out of her sister's room with the same goal in mind.

 "Whoa. Marya, you're naked!" His eyes locked on her breasts as they gave a soft bounce to her a sudden halt.

 Tisha popped her head out of her room "Girl you flash'n ma man?"

 "Um..." Marya began; only now becoming self aware as a blush filled her brown skin.

 "Keith, get yo ass back in here. Don' be check'n out ma sista like dat."

 Keith had his own blush going, a few private fantasies finally fulfilled. He gave Marya's body a once over and turned around to look at Tisha; hoping the bulge in his jeans wasn't too visible. In the back of his mind he was thinking 'they aren't really sisters, so it wouldn't be incest...'

 Tisha looked from Keith to Marya. "Girl, you been run'n round naked all week in the house. You feel'n fine?" Everything looked damn fine from where Keith was standing.

 "Well..." Marya began.

 "That Naked super girl's gett'n to yo head..." Tisha stated, unaware of just how true her words were.

 "Everybody's seen her but me..." Keith sadly stated.

 "Boy you don't need to see nut'n." Tisha finished.

 Marya quickly dodged into the bathroom. Tisha yelling out behind her "Put some clothes on girl."

 In the bathroom Marya splashed her face with water and looked into the mirror. 'What am I doing? Am I getting into it even when I'm not super?' She had to be this way when super, but if she was forgetting to dress up again after, what next? "I need to figure this out. I need a plan." She said to herself as she did her thing. Marya flushed and went back to her room. She heard Keith move through the hallway again as she sat down to think about her situation, still without clothes.   

 She'd had her powers for almost a week. In that time she'd burned up over ten outfits, plus her favorite nightgown and her backpack. She'd only had one heroic moment with crime, and it had been fairly anti climatic. It was nothing like the stuff on the news or the super mags. She'd been horny as hell; constantly wet both in and out of super form. With no man to please her, self abuse had become a regular ritual. Just thinking about it was bringing back the urge, but she fought it as best she could. She didn't need to be squealing out with Keith in the other room.

 The biggest problem was clothing. Marya simply couldn't afford to keep burning them up. 'So what do I do?' she pondered. Stashing them in a backpack hadn't worked. She couldn't really do a striptease out in public anyway. 'If this keeps up, normal me's gonna have to move to a nudist colony.'

 She could go public. Get a rep and let world know who she was. Then maybe they'd let her be naked all the time. 'Yeah right, and risk somebody going after Mom and Tish to get even with me...' No, she had to keep her identity a secret somehow. She could give up her normal life, run away and be Naked Girl all the time. 'Mom and Tish would never get over it, and I love them too much to walk out.' She would just have to come up with some kind of plan for discarding clothes where she could get them back later.   

 There was another problem, the time it took to find action when on patrol. She'd had only one lame bust so far. 'How do the supers do it? How do they seem to just know where to go?'

 Daryl had been like that, according to Nessy. He could walk into a room and sniff out a rat. He seemed to follow clues no one else could spot, like something was leading him on. He was always there, where it was about to happen, or where it was going down. Drawn to the moment, like the supers. But he wasn't one of them, or was he? Would he have been if he'd lived longer? Marya wondered about her brother. Fourteen years and she'd never forgotten him, never forgotten his face, his voice, the way his spirit moved through everyone in a room. She didn't remember much else of being 4 years old, but she remembered him.

 If Daryl had it, maybe she did too. Maybe it was just locked inside somewhere, one more power still waiting to come out. Marya'd spent the whole week thinking 'find the crime, find the villain'. That's how the powers worked, think about it and it happened, but nothing came of it with this. Other than the powers themselves, life was insisting on being as normal and mundane as possible. Those thugs in the store had taken her completely by surprise. She had finally stopped thinking about it, and there they were.

 She had to figure it out, had to know how it worked. How do you step up to that new reality? How do you enter a world where the villains and heroes were around every corner, where you were always there in the nick of time? That world was around her; she saw it on the news, read about it in magazines. It was where the other supers lived, good and bad. A world denied to the norms; who only crossed paths with it in those strange unlucky moments.

 Marya racked her brains over the issue for hours, getting nowhere. She knew about paradigms, she knew about archetypes, she'd even read up on meme's in a philosophy class. But this was something different, something bigger. Not just in the mind. It was like there were two worlds, one layered over the other, intersecting at critical points. Violent points, climatic points, times when it mattered. She was in the middle; granted the abilities of one world, but still rooted in the other.

 It was driving her wild, till she finally went to sleep on it, forgetting Tisha, Keith, Nessy, dinner, her homework, all of it.

 "Must be boy crazed" Tisha told Keith when they got to talk about her sister. "Finally sweet on some cat."

 "Marya?" Keith questioned. "She never dates... Every guy in school was after her."

 "Every guy..?" Tisha cut in.

 "Well, almost every guy." Keith defended. He gave Tisha a look of devotion and added "-Second- finest girl in school, and she skipped the prom."




Naked Girl Ch. 3



Tisha remembered going to that prom with Keith, had they been together that long?

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 Marya had another wild dream that night. Flying high again, Coyote nipping at her heals; Raven at her side. Then it hit her; they were wearing blindfolds. What did that mean? They seemed sure of foot and wing, knowing where they were going. She felt lost, scanning the clouds, scanning the hills, the wide open plains, and the seas beyond.

 Raven stopped to land in a tree. Coyote sat down at the base. They were looking out over a large open field. Beneath her there were buffalo. There was something in there, running among them. She couldn't see it when she looked; only when she turned away did she know it was there.   

 In the morning, when she woke, the dream was a haze. It was Sunday so the family of three spent a lazy morning together, Keith long gone the previous night. Ness might've given up her daughter's virtue, but she wasn't about to let a boy sleep over.

 There was an interesting picture in the super's section of the paper. Tisha found it. "Hey Mar, check it out: Naked Girl." She passed the paper over.

 There was a grainy security camera image of the liquor store from the night before. Marya could see her super self, back to the camera, a blazing inferno standing in front of the two hoodlums. Her ass bare to the world with a handy caption below: "Naked Super Girl breaks up robbery! Who is she?" The article gave a few brief stats on the robbery and a short interview with the clerk. It Seemed focused on her good looks, thankfully not mentioning the weird nature of her Chaos Energy. The writer had clearly been forced to edit out a few interesting terms about her anatomy.

 'Well that's my life now' Marya thought. 'A walking snatch, the superhuman T 'n A show.' "Interesting..." was all she said as she passed it back to Tisha, who then shared it with mom.   

 Marya still didn't know what to do about the clothing issue, last night's brainstorm had only produced more questions. For now she figured it was time to start shopping at the second hand stories again. Ness had stopped buying the girls cheap outfits when they hit their teens. As a woman she knew she couldn't put a teenage daughter through that kind of humiliation, so she'd set aside every cent she could to keep them in the best fashions possible. While the rich girls shopped in trendy second hand stores to be cool, the poor kids shopped the mall to avoid shame.

 Now Marya had no choice. Until she found a solution, she simply couldn't afford any other option. She must've burned up over a thousand in clothes with those ten outfits the past week. She looked at her outfit -a simple nightgown she'd tossed on after getting up- wondering if it would survive the day.

 A second step in her strategy would be to identify convenient places to strip: nude beaches, local naturist clubs, parks, that sort of thing. Marya figured she could get on that after she got home.

 "So wat'cha doin' today?" Tisha asked over morning coffee.

 "Figured I'd get some new outfits."

 Tisha perked up, like any teenage girl, going clothes shopping was an instant sell for a day's activity. "There's a place in the City Marissa been talk'n bout. They got some phat skirts..."

 "...I was thinking maybe the Goodwill, or Ross. Jus' stuff for school." Marya countered, looking a little upset with herself.

 "Oh... You feel'n ok? Run'n round da house naked, now you talk'n bout wear'n dog-ass clothes..."

 "Yeah. I jus don't want to mess my good stuff." Marya answered.

 Tisha shook her head and went back to the paper, not too keen on the idea of being seen in a second hand store.

 When Marya left to prep Tisha looked over at her mom and said "Well I thought she got a man, but that don't make no sense."

 "Hmmm..." was all Ness said, her own mind trying to figure a puzzle with obviously missing pieces.

 Marya was down minutes later. Cut off shorts, backless bare tummy halter-top, cheap sandals, and a bikini bottom underneath. No bra. She'd tied a small purse into a waist chain. She had a plan; she was hoping the chain would work like jewelry and let her keep the purse.

 "Yo bust'n out?" Tisha called as Marya opened the door.

 Marya nodded back, call'n back "Lata sis."

 When she was gone Tisha shook her head again and muttered "Girl loos'n her game..."   

 Marya hated what she was up to, but what choice was there? 'This shit is wack.' She thought as she got off the bus. She would have made quite a spectacle bouncing in her halter-top; but this was California and she was just one more pretty girl. There was an Exchange on Telegraph, a place full of trendy college girls, Goths, and Hippies. But it was used, so she tried it first. A few nice dresses, some cool jeans, and all the combat boots she might ever want -all way out of her budget.

 Two hours later and two trips to less fashionable spots had her a hundred fifty short but restocked. It wasn't all that bad... the clothes were descent, if worn. Some long cotton skirts like the hippies wore, a few shorts, some simple T's, slip-on shoes, and even a few halters. All stuffed into a new shoulder bag. She went for easy to remove, hoping she could find a way to save it. No underwear, it wouldn't last anyway. 'I hope I don't start sagging...' B-Town was full of those old -burn the bra- hippies from the sixties, the dangers of their choice were plain to anyone passing by now.

 She took the bus uphill to Tilden Park. Lake Anza had a small beach and a changing room. She wasn't there to sun, but it was handy nevertheless. Marya put everything in a locker but the bikini bottom and waist chain she wore as she left. The locker key was attached to her chain. Not many women braved it, but the beach was top free tolerant.

 Marya was greeted with "Whoa..." from a young man her age as she walked along the water catching stares. She took a swim, crossing the small lake and getting out on the other side. It was easy to get lost into the trees, and when she felt secure from prying eyes Marya dropped her bottom and thought of being super. The change was instant now, a sudden flash across her eyes like a scene wipe in a movie.

 Marya looked down with joy. Her chain was still there, along with the key. 'Oh! Hadn't thought about that, could'a lost my key.' Aloud she pumped her fist and whispered "yes!" She grabbed her bikini bottom, flew up; and tied it into a treetop.

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 Now she was free. She flew off for the coast, going for a Sunday joyride as the wind rushed against her body. She stopped over the Golden Gate to perch on the southern suspension and watch the traffic below. The wind felt wonderful, the soft caress of a gentle lover hitting all the right spots at once. Marya smiled, glad to be alive. Unaware she'd been spotted. Unaware of the man with the binoculars and the show she gave him as she cupped her breasts, then ran her hands through her hair.

 Something was coming towards her. Fast. Moving in from the high rises of downtown San Francisco. But she didn't see it, her eyes catching the sight of pink forms on a beach to the southwest. Marya flew down to get a better look. "Are they..." she moved in closer to confirm. "They are! It's a nude beach!" She'd found Baker Beach, along the north end a small cluster of nude bodies awaited her arrival, her subjects awaiting an unclaimed queen.

 As she dropped to the beach that something moving in from the city lost her behind Fort Mason. It, or rather he, perched atop the same spot on the bridge, looking down to the beach. His cape flowed with the wind around his red and black hawk's costume. "I could swear she was naked." He said to himself. Then he took off, the call of justice pulling him north, though he didn't know it yet.

 On the beach Marya made quite a site coming in from the sky. A number of people stood to watch her, most of the men quickly lost interest and went back to each other. A group of mostly women went to her though, like pigeons going for crumbs.

 "Hey I saw you in the paper!"

 "So you're a naturist?"

 "What's it like to fly?"

 "Aren't you worried about getting arrested?"

 "Does it get cold up there?"

 "What are your powers?"

 "Is this your costume then?"

 Marya answered as best she could. "No, I'm not a naturist. Flying is wonderful; you can feel everything on your skin." She twirled around for emphasis. "Arrest me? Are you kidding? I'd like to see them try." The look in her eyes made the women step back, most people forgot it was legal for a super to be nude. "I never thought about the cold, but no, it don't bother me. One of my powers is fire, maybe that's why. Yeah, this is my costume I guess."

 One woman, a middle aged blond, piped in "Why naked, even I couldn't do that if I was a super. They've all got costumes..."

 Marya looked at her and asked, "can I have that scarf? I won't be able to give it back..."

 "Uh... sure, why?"

 "Watch." Marya put the scarf over her head, tying it into a nice little hat. Fire and then ashes, she was nude again.

 "Oh..."

 "Yeah." Marya said.

 "Well that explains the costume."

 Marya chuckled. "I guess it does, doesn't it?"

 "Well you should be proud. Body acceptance and the Naturist lifestyle are wonderful things."

 "Textiles don't know what they're missing." Another woman offered up.

 Marya worked to avoid rolling her eyes. "Yeah... guess so..."

 "And anyway, look at you; one of the people, a Native American princess. This is your land, you should do whatever you want."

 Marya worked real hard to control her eyes... 'Shit... Hippie nudists... next thing they'll have me doing a rain dance.'

 Hit by divine inspiration the woman offered; "You know any rain dances? My spirit guide taught me a rain dance to Grandmother Spider."

 'Where she get that from? Some punk ass fool juiced her up good.' Aloud she said "No... I..." 'If I say my crib's in Oaktown, they won't get it. If I say they're full of shit...' "The elders didn't teach me any yet." She didn't know if she wanted to bust out laughing or run away screaming.

 Marya suffered a few more minutes of patronization before asking "Whassup with those guys?" as she gestured to a group of men doing everything they could to ignore the women. "A nude beach this close to the City... shouldn't there be guys gawking or taking pictures or somth'n?"

 "Well... this is San Francisco..." A lone man in her crowd offered.

 Marya looked confused for a minute, then she got it. "Oooooh..."

 "Yeah." A woman sighed. "They're gawking, just not at us."

 The few men on the beach actually paying attention to women were already in couples. The rest were laying the product out for each other. Unless she could sing like Cher; the naked super girl was not worthy of their notice.

 In a way it was actually nice to stand there and chat in the nude. In her super form, Marya was in a constant state of sexual arousal, nipples hard and damp below. Yet the women politely ignored her obvious state. The one man in the group looked her over with casual interest, somehow not getting hard in a crowd of naked women. The constant chatter and his age allowed her to conceal the glances she made of him, and her keen eyes caught a few of the women stealing the same glances whenever he wasn't looking.

 It was just too bad they were so full of idealism and patronizing views of noble savages. In time the group sat down and Marya relaxed under the sun for an hour. Rubbing borrowed lotion into her nude skin was a strange experience. Touching her breasts was a private matter, but none of them paid it any mind. Strangely, the group never exchanged names. Perhaps they sensed she didn't have a handle, a hero ID, and felt awkward giving their names to someone who couldn't answer back.

 In time she got up, said her goodbyes, and flew off north across the bay and up the coast, drawn to something.

 The pull wasn't strong enough though, and she stopped at Stinson, thinking of a ranger she'd met last week.

 For his part Paul had never been able to get her out of his mind. But he figured she must've forgotten him by now. What was one ordinary guy to a naked super heroine?

 The knock on the door to his small park office was not a major surprise, but the girl greeting him on the other side was.

 She was 5 foot 7, dark native skin, shoulder length raven hair, naked with hard nipples on full breasts and an engorged clit poking out between a thin black bush. She stood leaning one hand against the door frame, the other raised to knock, and smelling of sex.

 "Hi."

 "Hi..." Paul gulped.

 "You said drop by anytime..."

 "Yeah... um..." Paul looked about behind her then reached forward to her waist. "Come on in." He pulled her in and shut the door.

 Marya bounded over to his desk and sat up on it, spreading her legs enough to drop her hands down to the edge of the desk between her thighs. She kicked out his chair for him to sit down. Paul sat hard, falling into his chair; his eyes locked on her breasts as they were pushed up into an amazing presentation.

 He swallowed thick and Marya smiled at him. 'I so need to fuck this guy...' she thought; but held back, afraid.

 "So how you been?" Paul asked.

 "It's been wonderful! Frustrating, but wonderful."

 "Oh?"

 "I keep burning up my clothes... And look at me..." She cupped her breasts and spread her legs a bit for him. "I can't stop thinking about sex... It's bug'n me out."

 Paul couldn't help himself. His eyes devoured her crotch in sweet bliss. He found himself unconsciously taking a deep sniff.

 "Yeah... I smell it too." Marya stated. She'd almost grown used to the constant smell of feminine arousal. Almost. "It just don't go away."

 "Um..." Paul stammered out, not sure if he was about to be luckiest man alive, not about to press his luck and blow it.

 "But otherwise it's been real. I'm still figuring it all out." She resumed her former position; idly letting her legs kick back and forth.

 "I saw you in the paper this morning." Paul glanced to a newspaper on the desk. "I've been checking the super section every day."

 Marya thought 'Wow... this guy -is- sweet on me...' "Oh?" she said.

 "Yeah..."

 Marya sighed and looked around.

 "So..." Paul offered.

 "Hm?"

 "What brings you by?" Paul asked hopefully.

 "Passing through, figured I'd say hi." Marya waved a hand.

 "Oh..." Paul hid his disappointment by looking her over.

 Marya put her finger to her lip, chewing down on a nail. She waited for Paul to finish, then catching his eyes came out with "You want it don't you?"

 "..." Paul let out a deep breath as blush came over him. He squirmed in his chair trying to get comfort from an uncomfortable erection.

 "I ain't stupid boy. Sit'n here naked... God, I want it to... but..." Marya let her finger go.

 "But..?" Paul looked back with lust in his eyes.

 "When I cum... it explodes out of me..." Marya blushed.

 "Lots of girls..." Paul began but Marya cut him off

 "No... not like that. I mean the Power."

 "Oh..."

 "I dunno if I can ever do it... you know... with someone." Marya leaned back, looking up as she said this.

 Paul couldn't think of anything to say, so he just watched her. He was thinking it must be pure torture, turned on like that, and not able to do anything about it.

 For her part Marya was holding back a desire to jump the boy. 'I don't want to hurt him...' She was hoping she could control the growing urges. They were even starting to seep into her in her normal body. Sitting here with this guy, who obviously wanted her like she wanted him only made it worse.

 "Hey..." he pulled a card off his desk, from next to her thigh, and gave it over. "Stop by sometime. We could..."

 Marya took the card, his address, email, and phone number. She nodded, placing it into the little purse on her chain.

 Paul reached out to touch her leg and it was electric. Marya shuddered at the light touch, feeling it through her legs and straight to her sex. Her eyes shut and then looked back to Paul. "Wow... too much, I need a dip in that ocean of yours." She was thinking 'If I don't jet I'm gonna burst.'

 Paul pulled back, surprised that a simple touch could do so much.

 "Gotta jet." Marya bounced off the table and made for the door.

 "Hey will I..?" Paul began, but she was gone.   

 Marya flew out of the building, making a beeline for the ocean. She dove right in and came up seconds later a mile out. "Oh god! What's got'n into me?" She was cool now, the moment passed, but the frustration still sharp.

 She checked her purse; the card was wet, but readable. She thought about going back to chat with Paul. Find out who he was, talk about herself a bit. Let loose. But something called her north.

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 A hundred miles on she came down over Clear Lake. There was a resort town around the lake, full of white trash in trailer parks. It was a whole new kind of ghetto to Marya. She flittered from tree top to tree top, with the occasional roof.

 Marya'd called this her day off, no searching for crime, no searching for supers. Just a day to wander around, but something was pulling at her, bringing her here.

 She hadn't been aware of it till the lake came into view. Now the feeling was growing stronger, narrowing in as she circled the town. It was that feeling you get when a drive by's about to happen, or 5-0's around the corner.

 Staying high she kept out of view for the most part, but it was a small town, and she didn't avoid all eyes. There were a few pointing hands, a few "Ooo"s and "Aahh"s, and the odd camera catching a fleeting moment. After an hour of wandering she settled in a tree overlooking a row of trailer homes. Whatever it was, it was down there. She didn't see the news van hanging back watching, nor the figure in the shadows on the edge waiting to make his move. Marya was new at this; she hadn't learned what to look for.

 She also hadn't learned how to judge a situation...

 A woman stepped out of a trailer, looking around and walking towards an old beat up chevy impala. 'A ghetto car, that's funny...' Marya thought. The woman was dressed in torn jeans and an old white blouse. She had long brown hair falling around the face of poverty: hard lines, hard eyes, and sunken skin. White, poor, maybe 35 to 40; Marya could paint her black and she'd be right at home in Oaktown.

 There was a flash of motion from across the way, something moving fast, very fast. Marya saw it and turned, so did the woman, but the news van missed it. In a moment of impact the woman was on the ground, blood pouring freely from a gash in her belly. A dark figure in black with red stripes stood over her, his cape flowing in a non-existent wind. "You won't get away this time bitch," was all he said.

 Not that Marya was listening. "What the fuck..?" She jumped from her perch on fire. Who the hell was that bastard and why did he just gut an innocent woman? She was mad as hell. These weren't her people, but an hour in the town had told her their story. They were the same kind as her -the forgotten- ghetto trash. Race didn't matter; it was all about class.

 "Hey asshole!" She yelled out. The figure turned around just in time to catch a blast of black fire straight into the chest. He flew back into the chevy impala, smashing in a foot deep.

 Marya was a blazing, nude inferno. She moved to the woman but stopped. The man embedded in the car was getting up. He stood tall and imposing, shaking his head, then glaring at her. "So... I did see a nude super on the bridge... You must be her new partner..."

 "What?" Marya got out, before a blur of motion slammed into her. She felt something hot cutting into her above the breasts as she was pushed back into a tree. She looked down and saw three scratches there, a faint line of blood forming in their place. "Shit! Betta not scar..." Her power had saved her though, the strike had been meant to kill.




Naked Girl Ch. 3



Marya looked up. The man stood a short distance away. It was Red Hawk, a member of Guard, America's favorite super team. She was in his freak'n fan club.   

 The news van was getting it all. A live feed straight to the network. Back at home Tisha was channel surfing when she saw it. "Mom! Mom...!" Her eyes glued to the set as her sister fought for her life on national television. "She a villain a'ight... wait'll I tell Mar..."

 "Whoa... they can't show that on television!" Ness came out of the kitchen to watch. Catching a close up of Marya's nude body panting from exertion as fire burned in her eyes. Neither recognized the girl in her changed form.

 Tisha rolled her eyes "Dey can wit supers. Eva sins Light boy..."

 Ness blushed. She remembered Light boy, no woman in her generation could ever forgot a man that well hung... Too bad his powers didn't work on his costume... "Oh... yeah..."   

 "You punk ass fuck!" Marya declared. "You could'a killed her."

 Hawk wiped some blood from his lip and shrugged. "It takes force to fight force."

 He put his claws at the ready but this time Marya saw him coming and blasted him good; right back into the chevy. Then she saw the news team. "Shit!" she looked straight into the camera. "This isn't right!" she yelled out. 'I gotta get outa here...' she looked down at the fallen woman, still breathing, but out cold.

 Marya bolted, flying off into the sky.

 A moment later Hawk came to his senses and freed himself from the wreck. He pulled a note from behind his cape and came over to the fallen woman. "Mary J. Saunders, a.k.a. Blood Witch; you're under arrest for the murders of Iron Jack and Blue Bonnet, as well as..." he scanned the note "assorted robberies, kidnappings, and... whatever... I'll let the boys downtown give you the full list when you come to."

 Hawk looked into the sky "And you Naked Girl, you're next."   

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 Slang Terms:

 Where used I've tried to keep them clear by context. A lot of dialog is also words misspelled to match the ghetto sound. Sounding them out can help in understanding.  


     5-0: Police
     9: handgun, as in 9mm
     A'ight: All Right
     Ball Out: Leave
     Beatin' it: Having sex
     Benda: Girl who loves to fuck anyone, with no standards.
     Blade: sucka, fool
     Boyz: gang friends
     Bust a cap: Shoot a gun
     Bust'n out: Taking off. Leaving
     Click: Clitoris
     Crib: Home
     Foo: Fool
     G: Friend
     Gangsta: Gangster
     Honey: Attractive Female
     Juice: Working a woman over for money rather than sexual
            interest.
     Krunk: Stupid moron.
     Patna: Partner
     Phat: Cool
     Product: T 'n A (Tits and Ass)
     S.a.m.: Sorry as man
     Tear it up: have sex
     Wack: Crazy, weird, bad in a negative way.
     Yak Butter: Pussy