Dr. Stone Shows Sue Storm Her New Piercing

"When I was younger, I wasn't—thin. Puberty didn't help matters much. I felt utterly unattractive, and that affected my confidence," the psychiatrist said, as one hand smoothed the towel over her lap. Already, the two women had begun to sweat, tiny glistening droplets visible on their heads, arms, and chests.

"It made high school miserable. So when I got to university, I decided to do something about it. Strenuous exercise. Dieting. Classes on elocution, poise, makeup—all those things girls are supposed to know naturally that had rather passed me by. With my courseload, that still didn't leave much time for my social life. Yet I was determined to be who I wanted to be, not just another sexless gradstudent or slut looking for her MRS."

Sue Storm nodded. Sweat tickled as it trickled down her ribs. She saw tiny rivulets run down Dr. Stone's cleavage. The psychiatrist seemed to stare into the middle distance now.

"When sex did happen, it was on my terms. It was...acceptable. Not the great ecstasy I'd hoped for, but I was mature enough now to know what to expect, and not to expect. I wasn't looking for love, and didn't find it, but I did find the confidence I had been searching for. I had taken back my body, my sexuality, and made it my own. I still am doing that, every day."

The psychiatrist pulled her towel away and spread her legs. Sue's eyes automatically dropped, so fast she didn't se the golden nimbus halo Dr. Stone's head. Her eyes fixed on the shaven bare labia there...and the little golden stirrup surmounted the other woman's head, like a fairy's tiara.

Two fingers pushed against the flesh on either side of the slick, sweaty labia, to emphasize the new piercing. It was new, too; Sue could see how the skin around the gold was slightly red and enflamed.

"You see, Susan, I know what it feels like to be sexually frustrated. I know what it means to have that stress, that lack of control. I haven't been exactly where you are in your life, but my own life journey has faced similar hardships—and I've overcome them. I may not have a ring on my finger like you do, but I have a ring on my slithood to show how wedded I am to my own sexuality."

Sue stared, not sure what to say in response to that. Her own pussy throbbed in sympathy. Finally, as the silence stretched on awkwardly, Sue managed:

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes," Dr. Stone admitted. "At first. Even now, it's a bit sore—it is a brand new piercing, after all—but it is also a sign to me that I own this body, this life. That I am not trapped, no matter what it feels like. That I have control of my own sex life. Isn't that what you want, Susan?"

The Invisible Woman considered. She had never thought that her sex life was particularly bad, not until she had started talking with Dr. Stone. Yet now she was beginning to realize how limited her experience had been. How...confining...sex with Reed had become. And there certainly wasn't enough of that. A part of Sue envied Dr. Stone's openness and courage in embracing her sexuality this way.

"Yes," Sue finally admitted. She tore her eyes away from the doctor's pussy, and for a bare moment she caught that strange illusion of glowing eyes and a halo of light around Dr. Stone's head. Then another dipper of water was cast on the stones, and the air became much more steamy.

"Then let's discuss how you're going to do that," Dr. Stone said matter-of-factly.