Get Dressed Together

"I hope you've been doing your yoga," Lana told Lois, "because this might get...interesting."

"Define interest—ow!" Lois exclaimed.

The red-head, grinding her crotch against Lois, had begun to twist her hips. Lois clung onto the nearby sink, knuckles white as the woman rotated her cerulean cunt around the reporter's ruby rod. The sensation was indescribable—like having her clit twisted around—but when it was over, Lois was staring at Lana Lang's pale ass, and the long expanse of her back.

A part of Lois really wanted to run her thumb down the valley of Lana's spine, right down to the crack of her ass, and to plant kisses on those pale, freckled shoulders...but now was not the time.

They reached for their clothes. Shirts and bras—Lois felt a weird thrill in clasping her lover's bra from behind—were not a problem, but panties were an impossibility. Pants too were an issue: Lois could mostly squeeze into her tight red pants, but couldn't bring it up over her demonic dick, which was still embedded in Lana's pussy from behind.

The red-head, for her part, was regretting wearing a miniskirt. At the best of times, it barely covered her pussy, but with Lois' cock riding up from behind, Lana had to hold it down over her thighs to avoid flashing the world her bush.

"This is never going to work," Lana swore.

"Look, we still have my jacket. We can tie it around your waist, that'll help cover the...gaps. As long as we move together, we won't show too much skin."

They tried it, staring at the result in the bathroom mirror. Lois found her most natural position was with her arms around Lana, hugging her midriff, making it look like she was simply hanging off of the red-head. As long as they weren't moving, they looked like any other couple of lesbians that were all over each other.

A part of Lois wished they could stay like this forever.

As for moving...

They tried a few steps, toward the bathroom door. It wasn't exactly natural. They had to synch their footsteps; if Lana tried to pull too far ahead, or Lois linger too far behind, their joined genitals would hurt them both. So they moved as a unit, Lois guiding Lana with a hand on her hip, almost like a tango...if two dancers were joined in a perpetual and occasionally painful fuck.

"Ready, babe?" Lois breathed into Lana's ear. She loved the smell of the red-head's hair. Like cornfields and lilacs.