Fingerbang

Lois licked her lips as she caught a flash of Lana's bald slit. She placed a hand under the red-head's skirt. A pleasant heat radiated through her palm, and up to the tip of her middle finger.

"A little dry, aren't you Lana?" Lois asked, and the red-head blushed. The reporter stuck two fingers in her mouth, and brought them back to Lana's lips, gently massaging the labia. The woman shuddered as the wet digits moved back and forth across her lips, and Lois brought her fingers back to her mouth for more saliva.

This time she ran a single finger down the middle, letting just the tip slide through that warm channel. Lois brought the finger back to taste—a little salty. She brought her index finger back to her slit, and pushed it in a little deeper...and felt something spongy and soft that didn't give immediately. Lana eeped. Lois didn't remove the digit, but looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Is that...?" The redhead blushed furiously, a full-face burn.

"I...had assumed...you and Smallville..." Lois started.

"No!" Lana couldn't meet Lois' eyes. "Clark and I...never...I...I'm not..."

"You like girls." Lois said, as she with drew her finger just a hair, and ran it down the length of Lana's pussy and back again. "But you've never been with one, have you?"

"N-not like...this." Lana admitted.

"And at your age." the reporter said. The red-head was practically dripping now; Lois could feel the hot juices run over her hand.

"Is that why you came down here?" she asked.

"N-no," Lana said. "I'm...I'm not a virgin, you know. I just haven't done...that. Yet."

"Yet." Lois said. The reporter's thumb found Lana's clit, a hard little nub buried at the end of her slit. She started to run her fingers through Lana's pussy faster, back and forth. "What do you do here, Lana?"

"There...there are girls. I like to watch, sometimes. Rub myself."

"Just watch?" Lois left hand flipped up Lana's skirt, so she could get a better look at what she was doing.

"Yes." Lois couldn't tell if the red-head was blushing from embarrassment or lust, but she almost looked close to tears.

"Tell me Lana." Lois' voice sank down to a husky whisper. "Do you want me to pop your cherry?"

Lana **** herself to look down, to stare Lois in the eyes. There were tears, in those beautiful blue orbs.

"Will it hurt?"

"For a moment. But then..." Lois smiled. "We can have some real fun!"