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Robin on Spring Break	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Television > Batman Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For the third time this week, Brittany Peck found herself heading to the roof of the hotel. The ascending corridor of concrete steps lay illuminated by the penetrating sunlight and walls whose highly glossed paint glistened as if sweating. The click of her heeled sandals echoed up and down the stairwell confirming she was the only one using this passageway and re-enforcing her sense of loneliness. She reached the top with a fatigue driven by futility, not exhaustion. She grabbed the lever of the door with both hands and pushed hard, forcing the steel barrier into a screeching release from its similarly foundried frame. The intensity of the late morning’s sunlight caught her off guard and she drew her hand to her eyes for shield but continued out to the open space anyway.
Spring Break was not the rousing release she had expected. She was finding the promised thrills underwhelming. Sure there were lots of booze and parties, toned guys pleading to hook up with her, and a week without books or parental pressure. However, she somehow expected more – not from the choice of activities but really from herself. She was still acting the same. She had not admitted it to her friends but this was a big deal for her to come down here. Yet, despite the opportunity, she was not doing anything that she considered new or adventurous. Her retreats to the roof, undertaken before her sorority began their day, gave her time to reflect upon the way she was and recite the words of encouragement she needed to evolve into the person she thought she really wanted to be but the mantras and enthusiasm evaporated as soon as she re-socialized with her clan.
Granted, it wasn’t easy being the Brittany Peck she projected herself to be. That girl was a leader and a leader with attitude. Her weaker sorority sisters loved it and the stronger ones envied it. Guys wanted to sleep with that unattainable Brittany, either to try and tame her or to enjoy being controlled by her. In all cases it involved work – strategizing how to keep her upper hand with her pledged companions, the women who professed their love for her but whose admiration she always held in suspect and useless boys she needed to string along.
            Today, the sun blanketing the roof is blinding. Her hands still cover her eyes which have not yet adjusted to the brightness. “Brittany,” she addresses herself, “why did you not remember to bring your sunglasses?” Brittany, God I hate my name. She actually liked it as a kid and was fascinated when she first met another girl with the same name as her. And then she met another, and another. By fifth grade she had had enough of other Brittany’s, local or the famous singers.
She felt comfortable speaking out loud, to herself, as the high walls of the roof gave her a sense of privacy – a privacy that also re-enforced her isolation. She tried peeking through the cracks between her fingers and eventually settled on holding her hand above her brow like a visor as she skimmed the rooftop. Recognizing the usual air conditioning units her scan halted when she noticed the form of a body, lying still. Was it a sunbather? From her distance, maybe 50 feet, it appeared to be a guy on a yellow towel with sunglasses and a green Speedo. But why was he wearing a shirt and why was he not on the beach? He really seemed inert. If he’s dead who should she tell first, her sorority sisters or the hotel manager? Maybe this would be the beginning of the escapade she was seeking in this town of stupid kids, stale beer, and puke.
Dick Grayson’s Spring Break was not proceeding according to plan. Since Christmas, Bruce and he had talked about going away for a week, just the two of them, and really just the two of them, not accompanied by their two shadows, Batman and Robin. Bruce sometimes forgot – maybe he never really realized at all – that Dick was an orphan and he had periodic voids for parental companionship. Bruce ensured he was never wanting for any tangible need but Dick was also more sensitive than Bruce was capable of supporting. Bruce handled his own tragic abandonment with a preternatural drive and self sufficiency. Dick lost not only his biological family but the family of the circus that helped raise him with his parents. He was used to many hands in his development. He needed a mentor and connection but Bruce was just a guardian. While Bruce was fiercely loyal to Dick and would defend him to his death, emotionally he came up short. He tended to handle each event requiring a bit of nurturing as, at best, a teachable moment and, at worst, a business negotiation.
            Bruce had called Dick the day before they were supposed to leave and told him that something came up and he could not make the trip. The ward stood motionless and mumbled something into his cell about his understanding. He could hear the voice of a very young woman in the background and was crushed at being passed over for some lay his supposed role model would not even remember. Of course, Bruce promised to make it right and told him to have Alfred take him anywhere he wanted. Again, the normally hyperbolic banter of Dick was reduced to truncated phrases of understanding and thanks.
Within an hour the hurt had turned to seething. After a ride on his motorcycle and obliterating a few precious artifacts adorning the Manor, the abandonment kicked in again. Dick decided he needed to get away – alone. He quickly tracked down, via his University’s web site, where most of his fellow collegians were headed and resolved to be part of that action. For a week he was going to be a normal college kid. The Grayson passion was clawing back.
While Bruce had offered to make one of the Waynetech jets available for Dick’s use, he chose to fly commercially to be more like the college friends he was bound to make. Waiting at the gate he held a constant grin as he watched the antics of the other students - already in beach attire - jostling and gossiping with each other, passing the boring minutes until summoned to board. He did not join them directly, rather he chose to observe at this point, promising himself he would introduce himself and link up with them when they were more settled on the plane.
A miscalculation on his part prevented that in-flight connection. Per usual, Dick boarded the plane ahead of other passengers and immediately turned left comforting himself in the plush first class cabin. The rest of the students were herded to the right and crammed into as many rows of seats the plane could withstand. The flash mob at the gate was now chaotically migrating to their assigned positions on the aircraft. Throughout the flight Dick listened to their screams, cheers, and singing, pretending he was as much a part of it as they were despite the two curtains separating the passengers by class.
His hotel planning was a bit more successful. His lodging was definitely at the higher end of the choices available to those invading the resort that week but it did have other college aged kids milling about the lobby and planting themselves in lounge chairs around the pool. It would work for him.
Moving cautiously closer, the image on the roof that caught Brittany’s attention had its pixels crystallize and focus. The sunglasses on the body were actually a black mask and the yellow towel was a cape. His eyes were closed and he must have been there a while because the exposed parts of his skin were reddened from the sun. She recognized the body as Robin, the Caped Crusader of Gotham City. She had never heard of the Dynamic Duo before attending university, but after a weekend road trip to Gotham City with some girlfriends, she became acquainted with their legend while reading a newspaper. Standing over the prone body of Robin, she tapped his arm with her foot in a feeble attempt to stir him. Her prodding was useless; he was deep asleep, maybe even unconscious.
The thought of why Robin would be sleeping on a hotel roof did not occupy too much time in her logical reasoning. After all, there had been rumors of Robin sightings during this Spring Break holiday. It made sense to her that the Boy Wonder would be employed to patrol college kids since he was about the same age as they were anyway. She prodded him again with her foot, this time in his ribs and a bit more forcefully. He elicited no reaction.
Brittany folded to her knees and surveyed the Boy Wonder. His face was cute with features that would mature handsomely. He was muscled but not in a gross body builder way. His physique, even at rest, had a gracefulness to it, like a dancer. Looking at his well conditioned legs Brittany wondered if, in fact, he practiced ballet. His red tunic with the “R” patch drew some attention to his powerful chest and shoulders. “He would look ‘yummy’ on the beach,” she projected out loud.
As much as she tried to avoid it, Brittany could not help but gazing at his green briefs. They were tight but not in an exhibitionist sort of way. They seemed to curve nicely around his taut butt and the front, well, there was no mistaking his gender. Her fascination with his crotch stemmed from a secret that no one but herself knew and her parents hoped: she was a virgin. In fact, not only was she a virgin but she was so inexperienced, she had never touched a man before. Because she dated practically whomever she wanted at the University, people just assumed she was more practiced at the art of physical romance. The truth was while she allowed all her boyfriends to roam with their hands on her breasts, she never let any but the first boy she dated at college to pet her vagina. She didn’t cringe from the touch of boys – the caressing of her lady nest felt really nice – but she knew that the further she let boys advance, the more she would be expected to reciprocate. And she just had vague ideas about what she should do.
Throughout high school she learned by reading and practicing. This applied well to math and science but with zealously religious parents who were restrictive with her non-school time, her only knowledge of sexuality came through books. Her instincts told her she was capable of a more public persona, interacting with kids her own age and doing the things that were part of growing up. Their protectiveness which she knew was meted out from a combination of love and fear was unbearable. Yet she had the foresight to work hard in school knowing it would earn her a place at a school where she could move away from their suffocating shield.
Brittany was determined to re-create herself at college. So what if she was virtually anonymous in high school, she would be a star in college. She knew what she could achieve socially (although maybe a bit surprised at how adeptly she could position herself) and she was determined to be the hot girl she observed in high school only on the bigger stage of a university campus. She would not lie about her past but she also would not freely offer details about it either. Thus her ascendency, which included an assumed experience that a sin of omission allowed her to perpetuate, was on a fast track.
            The mystery made her feared and desired. It led her to be the first underclassman president in her sorority’s history. She had all the traits: effervescence, wit, sincerity that could be genuine or readily faked, and encyclopedic knowledge of every Bible story – tools that provided her with strategic insight to handle many of the conflicts that her role needed to preside over. Sometimes she did not like the person she portrayed or was expected to portray but at other times the dark competitiveness emerged as natural as the sun drenched highlights in her hair.
            Robin still lay dormant and Brittany still fixed her gaze on his crotch. She tried calling out, “Robin, Rooooobinnn,” but he did not respond. The idea of calling for help was in her mind but nowhere near the frontal lobe. She could see his chest slightly rise with each breath. Maybe he was just out partying like the rest of the college kids here. After all, she heard through her network that more than one girl was boasting about being sexed up by the Caped Crusader this Spring Break.
            Brittany called Robin’s name again but in a much softer voice. She accompanied her summons by lightly tracing her index finger on his shorts, trying to determine the outline of his penis. After a few swirls she knew its position. She continued to sketch his briefs now figuring out how big his young manhood lay in his state. It seemed bulky, too large to walk comfortably, but what did she really know. As she pressed on it more firmly she could feel the full length of his shaft and how it knotted at the head. She tried to visualize it against pictures she had seen in books.
            “Damn, it’s about time I see one of these in person,” she boldly and verbally decided. However, her courage to complete the act had yet to catch up to her determination so she continued to chart his member, now advancing from one, single finger to a thumb and two fingers framing its width, back and forth. She always heard about how hard a boy became but while Robin’s penis had a certain ampleness to it, the darn thing was more like semi-defrosted meat than a stone.
            Brittany heard the breeze rustle something on the roof but satisfied she was not being interrupted she returned her eyes to the green briefs. She noticed that the penis itself appeared more defined than before. Did she just not notice or was he responding to her touch. “What about the balls guys protect so much, I wonder what they feel like?” Not expecting any answers from Robin she was resolved to find out for herself. “I don’t want to wake him by squeezing too hard, what’s the right pressure?” She decided to place her hand over his whole package with an emphasis on where she thought his sack should be. “I’ll cuddle it with the same tenderness as boys do to my titties.”
            Surprisingly, the squeeze gave her a sense of sexual gratification whether it was his energy passing to her or the awareness of an accomplishment. She caressed the whole present again and this time she felt a surge starting from his abdomen and continuing up his stick. She quickly retracted her hand but smiling at her own naiveté she returned it to the site of her exploration. “Hot dang, this is easy. I wish all boys obeyed as well as their penises.” A second pulsing of Robin’s dick shifted its position. It was now pointing to the right, directly at her. The legendary firmness was more apparent now and Brittany responded by pulling the emerald covered projectile back and forth. She practically had a full grip on him. The motion to increase his excitement churned naturally. “I can’t believe I waited so long to touch a guy. This is kind of fun.”
Robin heard the voice first – a voice he recognized but not sure from where – and thought it was part of a dream, a vividly sexual dream. He tried to open his eyes but the searing daylight was too much. He couldn’t see but he knew he wasn’t dreaming anymore. This person – the voice – had shimmied his green briefs under his buttocks and now slowly slid the front of his shorts south, each inch exposing more of his inflating rocket to the same sunlight. When the material finally surrendered to reveal the tip of his cock, it sprang up, slapping his abdomen. The hands rested front of his briefs under his ball sack. He thought someone else must be there with her because the voice – her voice – was so chatty. He tilted his head slightly and slowly so as not to draw attention to himself and so his eyes would have a better angle from the sun. He hoped to gain a view to the trouble (or delight) occupying his trousers. The renewed tugging felt a bit coarse but it was not preventing his pecker from reaching a glorious state. He saw only one person’s body but what a body it was. Her ass was as perfect as any he had seen at this makeshift campus by the sea. Immediately, he promised himself that if this was leading to sex, he was going to hump her from behind.
            He tried to steal a glimpse of her face but her long, sun streaked hair obscured any chance of discernible features. He hoped she was hot. As Dick Grayson he had seen many a tight body on the beach during these vacation days only to be sobered by a facial appearance that would never elicit a second look more fully clothed. He normally was one of the few guys who took time to know a person and like them for their character but this was his selfish vacation. He thought this was his way of somehow exacting revenge on Bruce but it was really a concession to the influence of his ways.
Now with Robin’s manhood fully in view, Brittany stole a second for an additional study of his anatomy. Somehow the pubic hair seemed slightly out of place, a big brown patch bursting out of an otherwise smooth plain of muscled legs and – as she pushed up his shirt and vest – washboard abs. His cock was majestic, it radiated power and she began to understand why guys felt so entitled. She squeezed it some more, mimicking a milking action at different points of its length.
            “I don’t know about other boys but your penis is tremendous, Robin. You are going to be a fine test case for me.” Brittany tucked on his member some more. “How long will you stay like this?” She realized that just giving him a hand-job would not be pushing her limits. “I’m tired of being a virgin. Look out Boy Wonder you’re about to receive my very first blowjob.”
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