Lois Takes The Test

Curiosity warred within Lois Lane. It was stupid, she knew. There was no point in it. Pregnancy tests didn't work until five or six weeks after conception. And she had just had sex a few minutes before, after a dry spell of...months.

She ripped the wrapper off the plastic stick and studied the directions on the box.

Hovering over the toilet, Lois carefully popped the cap and held the stick between her thighs, angling the absorbent tip near her pussy. Blood rushed to her head as she angled to make sure it was right below her urethra. A bit of semen was still dripping from her fresh-fucked snatch, but she knew that shouldn't affect the test. Then she just had to take a deep breath, clench a set of muscles and...

Lois Lane let out a little sigh as the pressure of her bladder finally released. All the drinks she'd had early in the evening, she supposed. She licked her lips. Truth be told, she was still thirsty...although she shouldn't have any **** if she was pregnant...but that was silly. The reporter had just had sex. Conception could take place hours...days afterwards.

Yet here she was, peeing on a small stick.

Well, not a problem, Lois thought as she finished. She held the stick in front of her with one hand, and used the other to carefully wipe herself clean with a bit of folded toilet paper. If the test turns up positive, no drinks!

The reporter pulled her pants up and sat on the toilet. She read the instructions again. Re-capped the stick, set it horizontally on the floor between her feet. Now, she just had to wait. Ten minutes.

Lois stared at the polaroids on the wall. Four women, pregnant. What were the odds of that? What had happened to them? The reporter examined the pictures in minute detail, even flipped them over—no address or phone number. She pulled out her own phone—no signal, no surprise—and took a few snaps of the polaroids.

She checked the clock. Two minutes had elapsed.

The reporter ground her teeth. This was going to be the longest eight minutes of her life.

Two blue lines for positive, she thought, butterflies fluttering in her belly. Do I even want that?

Not a question Lois had even considered a few hours ago.