End: With Blaze As The Big Spoon

There was more talk. Angelica suggested dinner. Chinese take-out, and they had to get dressed just so that they wouldn't scandalize the driver that hauled their bountiful feast up to the reporter's apartment. No wine for Lois, not if she was pregnant or thinking about becoming pregnant. Blaze for her part was a constant wit, her intelligence vivid and compelling on any subject—although she came at things from far different angles to what Lois was used to.

"You are not defending slavery," the reporter said, after swallowing her chow mein.

"I'm not defending it, I'm just pointing out that it was a historical reality—and in some ways, continues to be a reality. If you've read Marx—"

"I have, thank you very much, and the comparison between—"

They carried on. Lois found herself smiling, almost beside herself. It was so rare for her to be able to actually debate something with people. At the office, Lois often shied away from sensitive subjects, because she needed to keep her job, and had little interest in the gossip of who was sleeping with whom. Yet here she was, hunger sated, chatting away...

It was some point past midnight when Lois couldn't suppress a yawn. The dickgirl gave one of those Mona Lisa smiles as she stood up.

"I think, sweetmeat, that it's time for us to go to bed."

"I—" Lois was going to protest, and then she caught Blaze's meaning.

Angelica slept in the nude. She pulled her clothes off and left them where they lay...and when Lois didn't strip fast enough, went over and pulled the reporter's shirt over her head. Lois laughed, and feeling less self-conscious, finished pulling off her clothes on her own.

The reporter excused herself to use the bathroom before bed. Stared into her own reflection as she flossed and brushed her teeth. Wiped the makeup off her face. Thought about what was waiting for her as she peed and wiped her pussy, seeing the globs of half-dried semen there.

Am I really doing this? Lois asked herself. It was so unlike her...going home with someone she had just met. Hell, having sex with someone she had just met. Getting inseminated without protection. The reporter knew she could already be pregnant. Yet here she was.

When she opened the door, the rest of the apartment was dark. Angelica was in bed, on the side Lois didn't sleep on. The covers drawn back. The dark-haired beauty patted the spot next to her. The reporter swore Blaze's eyes almost glowed.

Lois turned off the light, and stepped into the darkness. Making her way mostly by memory, until her leg brushed the bed. She eased herself down onto the mattress, drew up her legs to slip them under the covers, her back to Blaze. The dickgirl drew up the covers over them both...and then moved, her left arm over Lois Lane's left shoulder, her left leg against the reporter's thigh...and the cock, hard now, pressed against the reporter's cunny.

It was hot under the covers. Like a sauna. Blaze's body radiated heat, the sheets and comforter trapped it. The dickgirl's hips shifted slightly, and the head of her dick ran back and forth between the tops of Lois Lane's thighs, the glans scraping against the reporter's labia. The reporter felt the drowsiness hit her, all the tiredness of the night catching up at last, but there was something else, something missing...and she reached down between her legs. Fingers blindly probing until they touched the rubbery head...and guided it not past her lips but into them.

Angelica pushed close, her cock sliding into the reporter's tunnel. Until their heads were almost on the same pillow. 'Til Blaze's breasts pressed into the reporter's back, the nipples small and stiff. The whole body pressed against Lois Lane, and...it wasn't as thought the dickgirl was even trying to fuck her. They simply lay there, together, and it felt so right. To be plugged up like that, to feel the heat of her body chase away the chill of the night. Just to not be alone in her own bed, for once, as she faded off to sleep.

There would come a time, Lois knew, when she might regret the choices she had made on her night out. When she might have wished that she had gone left instead of right, said no instead of yes. Yet right here, in the dark, as the little spoon...Lois Lane didn't think she regretted the end of this night at all.