Girl Talk

The Invisible Woman descended, her invisible tail flipping behind her. As she got closer, she created invisible baffles to direct the sonic shockwaves away from her. Sue had to descend slowly, careful to adjust to the changing pressure of the depths. Reed's helmet and her costume were designed for such descents, but even so, Sue had memorized dive tables. Nitrogen narcosis was not something she could afford.

At last, she stood before Namorita. The Atlantean ceased screaming, catching her breath, drawing in huge lungfuls of water to separate out the oxygen she desperately needed. Sue tapped her helmet to trigger the two-way underwater vocalization mode.

"It's just me, Nita. None of the men. I thought we might have some girl talk. How are you?" Sue asked, the words translated into pulses of water that radiated outward.

*Chained,* the pink-skinned Atlantean said. Due to her hybrid nature, Namorita had been through many changes in her life. Yet right now, she was slim, all lean muscles and long limbs, 21 years old, in a one-piece green bathing suit that did not hide the Atlantean tattoos on her arms and face, yellow hair wild.

"I can let you out, if you talk to me," Sue said. "What's going on? How can I help?"

Namorita's muscles bulged...then slackened. Her shoulders slumped.

*It is the mating madness,* Namorita said sullenly. *I thought I would be immune since I am...it does not matter.*

"It matters to me, sister!" Sue insisted.

*You know I dated Richard Ryder, the man called Nova for a while,* Namorita said with a sigh. *It was...I was trying to bury my true feelings. Ever since I came of age, I have not felt the attraction to men I know I should have. Instead, I keep feeling tenderness towards...women.*

"So you're a lesbian," Sue said. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, Nita!"

*It is if you are of royal blood! Namor, he would...he would not understand.* Namorita sat down suddenly, crosslegged. A stony crab rose from the sediment and shook itself; the Atlantean reached over and petted it. *With the hormones raging, I have this terrible desire to...jump nearly every woman I see. I want to kiss and be kissed. I need to taste a woman's sweet, salty waters. Feel their thighs crush me like the depths as I send a seaquake through their soul.*

"Poetic," Sue said. "Do you think you can hold it together long enough for me to get you laid?"

Namorita looked up.

*Who could possibly wish to bed one like me? Surface worlders are dainty flowers to be crushed in my embrace! Even other Atlantean women would not survive my ardor in such a state! I cannot be sated until...well...until I have done my best to mate until exhaustion! It could take hours...days!*

"Don't worry," Sue said. "I know exactly who can handle you. And I think you'll be pleasantly surprised too."