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Several years ago…

All the Titans agreed that Donna was beautiful. Not outrageously sexy like Kory—even Donna wouldn’t claim that—but with a classical beauty that was more subtle, more haunting in a way. She was slender and lightly built where Kory was voluptuous, but Donna still had proud, lush breasts, coupled with a narrow waist, a supplely curved ass, long legs, and a face with features so wholesome and pure that they could’ve belonged to a painting of a saint.

But as much as her body might have been suitable for a statue in some old, magnificent church, her thoughts weren’t so holy. It was becoming very easy for her to see that she wasn’t a child, or even a teenager, anymore. Her friends—Dick, Kory, Roy, Wally—were all in relationships. The younger Titans like Gar and Vic were obviously less developed than her. Their innocence was excusable. Her own was beginning to feel… strained.

She’d become sharply aware of how Kory eyed her the past few months, very openly, in the loving way that she’d seen the Amazons on Paradise Island look at each other. Only none of the Themyscirans would dare to look at Wonder Woman’s sister in such a way. And the bulge in Dick’s tight pants and skintight costume was becoming blatantly obvious—at least to her. Donna knew for a certainty that he and Kory were having sex regularly, and she both felt ‘precious’ for finding it a big deal and a little excited by the prospect that her best friend and the man who was like a brother to her were sharing something so intimate without her. It even made her somewhat jealous, though of whom, she wasn’t sure.

She’d underestimated Kory’s astuteness. Despite the alien’s obvious unfamiliarity with Earth culture, she easily picked up on the emotional undercurrents that many would dismiss. It was on one evening that she and Donna were sitting in the Titan Tower rec room, reading magazines—a communal activity when Kory had questions about Western society. Dick came in, beaming a smile at the two women, exchanging greetings with them. As he passed by Kory, he ran a hand over her face, Kory almost cooing like a kitten being petted. He left the room and Kory faced Donna.

“We’re going to make love,” Kory said.

“Kory,” Donna replied, feeling a flush come to her cheeks. As mature as she considered herself in such matters, her lack of hands-on experience inevitably came to the fore, especially with Kory, who had all her openness and the know-how to go with it.

“Is putting it that way ‘too grody’?” Kory asked. “If you’d rather, we could have sex. Or fuck.”

“You just don’t have to keep me informed of this stuff,” Donna said. “Most people consider it private.”

“I don’t,” Kory said. “And I thought you might like to watch.”

“Kory!”

“You are curious about Dick as a sex partner, aren’t you? Do you not believe he’s as satisfying a cocksman as I’ve said?” 

“Oh Rhea, who teaches you these words?” Donna asked, dragging her hand over her face. “Kory, you can’t just ask someone to watch you have sex!”

“So you do prefer that expression,” Kory said, half to herself, as if making a note for later. She stood, taking off her jacket. “I don’t understand Earth culture. Before finding out if you are sexually compatible, you must share meals together, and view entertainment together, and do everything but be sexual! And if you have a friend who is sexually compatible with another friend, you can’t suggest they would enjoy sex together, you have to zealously forbid your platonic friend from enjoying sex with your sex friend. Donna, you want to have sex, it’s obvious. I’m sure Dick would make a splendid lover for you, or just about anyone for that matter. Please, just watch how he has sex with me, I know you’ll agree.”

“Wow, wait—“ Donna’s head was spinning. “You want me to have sex with Dick?”

“No! Don’t be ridiculous!” Kory took off her top. “We’ll have sex with Dick together. Once you see how sexually compatible the two of us are. And, of course, we already know how compatible we two are…”

“Kory—” Donna keened, her cheeks heating. “That was… fooling around!”

Kory lowered her pants and Donna found her breath taken away. Everything about Kory was excessive, from her bushy red hair to her wide green eyes to the pendulous breasts and exceedingly curved ass that grew so much attention, especially when the one thing that wasn’t excessive was the fabric in her costume… but her pubic hair, that was somehow perfectly sparse, a thatch of reddened fur like the low flame of a candle about to go out, and that naturalistic touch in all of Kory’s heightened wonder was too down-to-earth for Donna to resist. It was just so real…

“Donna,” Kory said gently, fondly, “you don’t fool me for an instant.”