Introduction:
I'm a huge comic book fan, so here's a story about The Flash and his love-interest (later wife) Iris West. You don't need to be a fan to enjoy this story ;)
If you don't think superheroes are sexy, you are out of your damn mind.
I mean, come on; the skin-tight suits? The perfect bodies? The sexy smiles? It's incredible how damn hot these guys are, not to mention the fact that they save our skins on a daily basis. It's a huge turn-on… for me at least.
If you hadn't guessed by now, I'm a little repressed on the sexual side. No, I'm not a virgin or some crazed sex freak. As a journalist for Picture News, I'm busy constantly and finding the time to maintain a romantic (or at least sexual) relationship is nearly impossible. Sure, I've got myself a cute, pink little vibrator in my sock drawer that I call upon before bed some nights, but of course it's never going to be as good as the real thing. And boy was I missing out.
It had been almost a year since the last time I had sex. It was with a guy named Bobby, and in all honesty it was a one-night stand. He was a fantastic lover, but he never called me back afterwards. Is there something wrong with me?
God, there shouldn't be. I'm 23 years old and in excellent physical shape. Exercise is in my daily schedule and I'm always on some sort of diet. I gotta keep that figure up if I want to become a famous news anchor someday, right?
Appearance-wise? I don't deny the fact that I'm attractive. I was voted "Best Hair" (which is auburn, by the way) back in high school, and puberty had blessed me with a set of c-cups. Please don't tell me it's my personality then…
Yes, I'm a workaholic; sue me. I'm a single woman living in a modest apartment in Keystone City and I'm just trying to make a name for myself. But all in all it was beginning to seem impossible for me to get laid.
That was until the other night…
Remember all that stuff I said about superheroes? It's not that I have a spandex fetish or anything, I just love a hero; and if you're a girl living in Keystone City, your hero is The Flash.
You've probably read an article or two about The Flash. Hell, he's the Fastest Man Alive! Some say he can run faster than the speed of light… He's in the goddamn Justice League for crying out loud!
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself… but you'll understand why in a second.
Back to the other night…
It was a typical Friday night for me. I was walking home from work, tired out and ready to go home, have a glass of wine, meet with Speedy (my nickname for my vibrator, since it makes me cum rather quickly) and call it a night. It's a fairly moderate walk from my job to my apartment, but it's not through the safest of areas.
Just about every week there seems to be a new gang running around Keystone City, and that night I had ran into The Jackals. It would figure that their new territory would be two blocks away from my place…
I can assure you that The Jackals were as uncreative as they come; the leader demanding my purse, the handful of followers making eyes at me. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't scared, in fact I had become terrified the moment the leader pulled out a switchblade.
That's when it happened.
Within a blink of my eye, the entire gang was on the ground, most of whom were unconscious, with a couple left moaning in severe agony. Standing before me was a tall, confident-looking man clad in red and yellow tights; a gold lightning bolt stretched across his chest. It was The Flash.
My hero.
"Evening, Miss," he had said. "Are you ok?"
"Sure." I had trouble forming the word out of pure awe at the hunk before me. He had the body of a runner, with excellent muscle structure that wasn't too subtle yet not too overbearing. Underneath the scarlet cowl, he looked at me with shiny blue eyes. His smile was warm and inviting.
"Do you live far? I'd be happy to escort you home."
"Shouldn't we call the police?"
Something seemed to skip a beat, maybe I had blinked too quickly, but I felt a soft burst of wind and a change in the air pressure. I had sworn I had seen The Flash move, but he still stood before me in the same position as before.
"They've already been notified."
"Ok… Well, I live a few blocks away, I think I can make it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Honestly, miss…"
"West, Iris West."
"Honestly, Miss West. I won't feel comfortable with myself until I know that you make it home safely."
Comfortable? I had thought. How do you think I feel, you hunk of a hero?
"Are you just gonna… zoom me home?"
"I'd be happy to walk you home, Miss West."
My heart skipped a beat. "You can call me Iris."
"Sure, Iris."
The walk to my apartment was a long and awkward one. Not only did I not know what to say to him, but we were getting looks from passersby every step of the way. The five minute trip felt like an eternity.
We got to my building safely and I fiddled in my purse to find my key.
"Well, here we are," I said, disappointed inside that we would have to separate.
"You have a good night, Miss—"
I acted on an impulse. "—Would you like to come up?" No! What the hell are you doing? He doesn't want to 'come up'! You sound so needy! "For a cup of coffee, perhaps?" Good, save it while you still can.
"Um… I guess that couldn't hurt."
Fuck. What the hell did I do?
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