Epilogue: The Itch

For a week, it was heaven. During the day, Lois Lane and Supergirl texted. At night, they'd meet for dinner. Kisses. If time permitted, they'd fool around...and there was that whole first blush of infatuation. Wanting to know everything about each other, to spend as much time together. Kara had her classes at university, and saving the world; Lois Lane had her job. Yet there was an attraction there, real and immediate...and before seven days had passed, they had ceased wanting to share stolen moments on the roof of the Daily Planet. Too many of these dates had ended with Kara rushing off just as Lois had gotten her panties off.

So on Friday, Lois had slid the key into Supergirl's palm.

"I'm not locking my balcony," the older woman had said. "And I'm going to start sleeping in the nude. When you want to come over...don't ask. It doesn't matter if I'm awake. Okay? You're my girlfriend. I trust you."

The blonde was actually shivering when she took the key...and then they had shared their first kiss as a true couple.

If that first week had been heaven, the second week was...second heaven. Late at night, Lois would feel a warm body slide next to hers, eager fingers looking for her slit. Early in the mornings, Lois would sometimes come straight out from the shower to see Supergirl in her bedroom, stripping off her uniform, and without asking the reporter would drop to her knees and dive into that blonde muff. Oh there were more formal dates...and toys. Plugs, dildos, vibrators...and sometimes they would just lay there, pussy to pussy, grinding against each other for what seemed like hours and hours...

Lois came into work late once or twice that second week. Sleep-deprived, but happy. It was hard to keep a smile off of her face. Even in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, peeing, sometimes Lois would reached down and scratch at her pussy, thinking about Kara, thinking about what she would do to her tonight, thinking about...

The reporter frowned, broken out of her reverie by something buried in the pubic hair around her lips. A little bump, like a bug bite. She scratched it...and then kept on scratching it. Not wanting to break the skin, the reporter started rubbing...and found another bump...and another, clustered close together. Lois frowned. Instinctively, she **** herself to stop scratching. Instead, her fingers pulled away through the curly pubic hair, trying to get a better view of what was going on down there.

"What the fuck?" She muttered.

Grey-beige bumps, three of them, were buried in the skin beneath her pubes...and they weren't the only ones. Just the biggest. There were countless other small ones, little grey-beige dots...and they itched. The reporter bit her cheeks, **** not to give into the desire, but it came onto her suddenly, like poison ivy. That almost constant desire to scratch...

There was a knock at the stall door.

"Occupied," Lois said. "Just a minute."

"Lois?" Kara's voice. Something wrong.

Not bothering to pull up her pants, Lois stood up, unlocked the door...and pulled it open to see a very familiar grey lump at the corner of a perfect little mouth.

"It...it itched..." Kara said, eyes big and watery...and then she looked down and saw Lois's pussy.

"Yeah," the reporter said, staring despondently at her puss. "Me too."

Lois pulled the young woman into the stall, the better so that no-one else could see the reporter with her pants around her ankles.

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" Lois asked.

Supergirl swallowed. "Well...you know how I have microscopic vision? I, uh...I looked at myself, and..." she took a breath and let it out. "It's a virus. I think it's a virus. I mean, it's not like anyone I've ever seen, but it looks a bit like...herpes. Except some of the mRNA doesn't look right. It's like...extraterrestrial or something."

"Space herpes?" Lois asked.

"I...I think...maybe."

Lois sagged. Her crotch was burning now. Like she wanted to take a cheese grater to her cooch.

"Okay, well...okay, if it's flaring, if it's like Earth herpes...we'll need to go to a doctor. Somebody in the metahuman community. I think...I think we're going to have to come out about our relationship sooner than we thought."

Supergirl's eyes got wide. "You...you aren't mad at me?"

"Oh babe, no!" Lois said, and gathered Supergirl into a hug. "No, Kara, baby, this isn't your fault! These things happen! I mean, with all the aliens I've been kidnapped by, I could have given this to you!"

Except right at that moment, Lois wasn't thinking about aliens. She was thinking about the ivory wand she'd used to break Kara's hymen. The reporter had thought that the point of that was to get something from Supergirl...her virgin's blood...but what if she got that wrong? What if the idea was to leave something behind, instead?

The reporter held Kara close, desperately fighting the urge to rub her burning cunny against the young woman.