Epilogue: Lois Is Pregnant, Callie Is Pregnant

Four weeks and two positive pregnancy tests later, in Lois Lane's apartment.

"So...have you heard from her?" Callie asked, as Lois Lane laid a cup of coffee before her on the kitchen table. This way at least they had a little privacy to talk about things.

"No. But I...asked around. She got into a fight. With Superman. Something about trying to steal a magic diamond. The Justice League has Blaze in custody. Somewhere." Lois sat down carefully and sipped her coffee, winced.

Black and bitter as her heart had been the last couple of weeks.

"So what do we do?" Callie asked.

Lois looked as if seeing her for the first time. Barely twenty, a student at Metropolis University. Shorter than Lois by a few inches, who was herself a few inches shy of six feet. Brown hair, shaved on the sides and long in the back. Ripped jeans over long skinny legs, small breasts and a trim waist. She'd lost the piercings but gained a black ring-tattoo around the base of the third finger on her left hand. Back when it looked like the three of them might be something more than just...casual fuckbuddies.

The reporter herself was older, more established, closer to thirty than she'd like to think about. Lois had more muscle on her arms and thighs, thanks to a regular work-out routine, a bit more curves, which would only grow as she packed on the pregnancy weight. In her mind's eye she pictured differences that anyone else looking at them couldn't see: the way Callie liked to shave her pussy bare, the labia a bit darker and more protuberant than Lois Lane's, the clit a bit bigger, especially when swollen...the little freckle, right below the bottom of her pussy, the way Callie's left nipple was slightly scarred from a childhood accident.

"What do you want to do?" Lois asked, her voice carefully neutral.

"I can't...I can't afford a baby on my own and go to school," the young woman said. "I had hoped, with Blaze...maybe we could...but now, I can't even afford an abortion without asking my parents."

Lois nodded. There had been talk of marriage, in between the fucking. The dickgirl had made all kinds of promises, back when it seemed like every get-together led to a threesome, and every threesome ended up with both of them getting spunked. There was a part of Lois that had really been excited at the prospect of having a baby...but doing it on her own was a very different prospect.

"Do you want an abortion?" Lois asked quietly.

"No," the young woman said, and set the coffee down to put her head in her hands. "But I don't know what to do! I mean, first she was here, and it was great, and now she's gone and I..."

"Let me put it another way," Lois took a deep breath. She'd been thinking about this for a while. "Do you want to keep the baby?"

Callie lifted her head. "Yes."

Lois tapped the table. She should just come out and say it. "Do you want to get married?"

The brown eyes got wide. "What? You mean—you and me?"

The reporter nodded. "I have a job, and I get insurance through my job. Covers a lot of the maternity medical costs for myself...and spouse, if applicable. We could help each other out during the pregnancies, and afterward...well, if you can do most of your classes online and watch the babies, I can keep working, and that'll be enough to keep us going until you get your degree, and..." Lois shrugged. "I think it would help both of us."

Callie was quiet for a few moments. She reached down and sipped her coffee, made a face, and sipped again.

"I mean, do we still get to fuck?" The young woman asked. "I mean, I always thought of myself as bi...but are you thinking of us as exclusive, or what?"

Lois sighed. "We were both fucking Blaze. And when we were fucking Blaze, I wasn't fucking anyone else. Were you?"

"No," Callie admitted.

"Right. I...won't fuck anyone else. I mean, I don't want that risk of disease," Or attachment, the reporter mentally added. She took a deep breath. "I would ask that you...if you do fuck anybody else, that we don't. Just in case, you know? I know you're young, and this probably isn't what you were hoping for when we started out, I don't want to restrain your sexuality..."

Callie listened. Her brown eyes were very intense.

"What if you're the only one that I want to fuck? I mean, you or Blaze, and Blaze isn't here. We haven't really tried it on our own."

"No, we haven't."

"Well, before I accept your generous proposal," Callie grinned. "I think we should test our sexual compatibility."

Lois snorted. "That might get complicated in a few months, when we're both showing."

"You mean we might have to get creative." Callie bit her lip. "Actually, I could really go for you eating my pussy right now."

The reporter hid her smiled behind her coffee cup. Under the table, she stretched out one leg. The tip of her toe found Callie's belly...and slipped down to press against her crotch. It might have been Lois Lane's imagination, but she almost thought she heard a wet squelch. Callie bit her lip and closed her eyes.

"Take off your pants. Get on the bed. I want to finish my coffee."

Callie stood up and skipped into the bedroom. Lois took another sip, and grimaced. There was an age difference. Not a terrible one, all things considered; Callie was well past legal. Their kids would be half-siblings. It would be a bit to explain things to the family...and there was the question of what to do when and if Blaze ever got out of superjail, or wherever she was.

Lois Lane stood up, determination setting within her. It was the right move, for all of them. She knew that. All she had to do was woman up, walk into that bedroom, and eat that cunt like it had never been eaten before. Maybe that would convince Callie.

The reporter stripped off her shirt as she walked into the bedroom. The young mother-to-be was lying on her back, knees held in her hands. The dark slit was wet, and could use a shave. Lois kneeled at the edge of the bed, and breathed in the scent of the unwashed cunt. The odor was strong...and a bit fishy.

"You know, marriage is about more than just sex," Lois said. "But I want you to know if we were married, I could eat your pussy every day."

The reporter puckered her lips and blew. Callie shivered as the cold stream of air caused her quim to quiver. Lois reached forward and spread those lips to show the bright pink insides...it was practically a swamp. Maybe it was being young and horny, maybe it was being pregnant and horny, but whatever was causing it, the young woman before her was practically gushing. Lois Lane had never seen a woman this wet.

She dipped her head forward and drank. Lips slurping noisily, swallowing the sour, hot liquor. Then her tongue delved down, into the tight, moist tunnel, and Callie began to moan.

Lois took that as a good sign.