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There was something about Donna. While technically she had the same body as Diana, she carried herself differently, wore herself differently. Whereas Diana was regal, reserved, affectionate but also somewhat guarded, Donna was open. Naked, she didn’t stand imperial and impressive, but had trouble balancing on the mattress, smiled bashfully at her own nudity, had her hair slip from its style.

This did nothing to diminish her beauty, but made it somehow more bearable. There was a wholesomeness to her, a neighborly quality. While one wanted to worship Diana, Donna was someone to befriend, to hang out with. To touch.

Still, her body was perfect. Leavened perfection, but perfection nonetheless. Her breasts, high and firm, burgeoned at the edge of being too much for even her tall, athletic frame, but their steady slope, the gumdrop nipples crowning their roundness, made them fit her body. Her musculature was impressive as well—she clearly possessed great physicality, but it wove with the artistic lines of her soft, beguiling body, as if she were more sculpture than warrior, more artwork than armor. Her firm, toned physique perfectly flowed with her womanly hips, her proud breasts, and most of all with her lovely face. The beestung lips and piercing eyes that could transform into Diana’s cool elegance in a moment, but were too lit up, too animated with affection and curiosity to intimidate. She was not a goddess, towering and insurmountable. More like a high priestess. She brought a god’s beauty to Earth.

And yet, Kara stared. It was Donna who had to draw her down to the bed, lying facing each other. Still Kara stared. Donna drew her close, first thighs, then breasts pressing to each other. Finally, lips. The kiss gentle and unimposing, enough to close Kara’s eyes, but still fill her thoughts with furious visions of Donna Troy. When Kara opened them again, the smile she was faced with was assuring, understanding.

“Is this your first time with a girl?” Donna asked, breathing calmly, her skin moving against Kara’s with each breath, softly exciting her, welcoming her.

Kara had a hard time keeping a breath in her body, even with Donna’s body against hers, seeming to sedate her, bring all of her to a lax stop except for something that burned, hotter and hotter, deep within her. “It’s my first time with anyone.” She sounded embarrassed.

“I envy you.” Donna reached across the narrow gap between them, playing with a lock of Kara’s hair, whipping it at the nape of Kara’s neck and playing it over the point of her chin. “Getting to enter this world for the very first time. Experiencing everything fresh and new. It’s something you’ll never forget. I just want to be as good a teacher to you as I had.”

Kara reached up and mashed Donna’s hand to the side of her face, so she could feel how her skin burned. “Diana?”