Make Me A Woman

Lana blurted the words. Her eyes were fever bright.

Lois cupped Lana's pussy with her hand, and wrapped her other arm around the back of the redhead's neck. Drew her in for a kiss.

It was slow, and gentle. Their mouths parted and found each other. Tongues swirled hesitantly, seeking, probing. Lois watched as Lana slowly closed her eyes, lost in the moment.

The reporter began to rub Lana's pussy. Gently, ever so gently, little circles. Never breaking that kiss. The redhead's eyes clinched tighter together as Lois rubbed a little harder, a little faster. They broke the kiss as Lana began to moan, and the reporter turned her attention to Lana's pretty neck, kissing, licking, nibbling, making her way slowly up to the level of her jawline.

Lois wondered how Lana had imagined it—losing her virginity. In the backseat of his pa's truck after the prom, Smallville pumping away at her with a dick hard enough to lift a haystack? In her room, with a hairbrush, biting her own pillow to muffle the scream so her parents didn't hear her? At college, in the dormitory, playing with one of her sexy roommates..."Oh, look what I've got..." as she brought out a toy she'd never dared to use.

Now it would be here, in the bathroom of a club, Lois Lane having the honor of punching her v-card.

Lois bit down on Lana's earlobe, not quite hard enough to draw blood.Two fingers stopped rubbing to thrust, scorpionlike, up into the hot, wet cleft. Punching through the flimsy obstruction like tissue paper. Lois felt the hot blood on her fingers, and held them there, held Lana tight as she cried out in pain, in shock, in pleasure...

Instinctively, Lana's hand came down to grip Lois' wrist. The reporter didn't move, either to remove her fingers or drive them deeper. Release Lana's earlobe from between her teeth. After the cry, the redhead was panting hard, not from orgasm but getting there.

Lois kissed her tears.

"There now. That wasn't so bad, was it? Now we can have some real fun..."