End: Have You Ever Been Crazy For Someone?

Angelica Blaze stared out at the moon on the waters. The waves lapped at the wood. The city seemed far away, although Lois Lane knew they weren't far away at all.

"Just...have you ever lost your reason? Thrown away all your plans, your dreams and schemes, the whole future you had laid out? Become so wrapped up in...the way they move, the smell of their hair, the shape of their nipples through the shirt—that you can't focus on anything else? I don't...I don't know if this is making any sense, but tonight has just been..."

Lois put her hand on top of Blaze's. She let her fingers close in the gaps between the dickgirl's knuckles.

"I don't think. I have. Not like you're describing. It can be difficult to decide whether what you feel is love or...infatuation," Lois said. "Some people are very passionate, and it overwhelms their reason. Some people become obsessed with an ideal, but the reality disappoints. Or cling onto the memory of who someone was, rather than who they are...or who they can be."

Blaze gave a bitter laugh.

"People don't change," she said.

"Do you really believe that?" The reporter asked. "Because I think you've changed a lot from how you were at the beginning of the night. I think you're growing as a person...maybe into a person I'd like to get to know...better."

Blaze turned her head. Some trick of the moonlight made the tears on the dickgirl's face black as pitch.

"Here," Lois said, as she picked up the dickgirl's arm and draped it over her shoulder. The reporter snuggled close, amazed once again at how warm Blaze was. "There's more to a relationship than just sex, right? It's not all blowjobs and creampies. Pleasant as those may be from time to time, but they're the spice to a real relationship. You have to do more than fuck just to be with someone."

Lois let her head rest on Angelica's shoulder. Their fingers entwined.

All she had to do was stretch out her hand, and Lois was sure that cock would leap to life. It made her feel strange inside, to have that kind of power over someone else. Yet it was clear that Angelica was infatuated with her. Whether it was just lust or something deeper, Lois didn't know yet. But a part of her wanted to find out. After all, it had been a long time for her before tonight. All those lonely nights, waiting for Superman to swoop out of the sky and...what? Carry her across the threshold? While Angelica Blaze was right here.

"Tell you what," Lois said. "Why don't we go back to my place? No sex. Just to sleep. It's nice, to be able to wake up next to somebody else. To not be all alone at night. Nothing in the way. Just to be together a little."

There was a gulf of silence. Lois wondered for a moment what might be going through this damaged dickgirl's mind. Whether she was calculating the risks, the odds, purely on instinct. Whether she was debating whether she could simply overpower Lois, roll her over and pin her down and plug her cunt with her huge throbbing erection right here and now... and at the very thought of that, the reporter's cheeks burned a little, and her belly fluttered. Somehow, the idea stirred her. Maybe Angelica Blaze was more dangerous for her than she thought.

"Okay," Blaze said at last. Then she smiled...a smile Lois had never seen before. Almost shy, almost innocent. She had never thought the tall woman could look innocent, but the eyes were bright and the smile a small and fragile thing. "I might get a hard-on, though."

The smile Lois gave back was anything but innocent.

"You had better!"

So Lois Lane's night out ended as, hand in hand, they walked back toward her apartment...Lois Lane's pussy a spunky mess, but not with the air of stirring it up again. Perhaps it was the beginning of something beautiful...and perhaps, it was just another flower in hell, fragile and gone all too soon. Yet for the length of that night, it was real.