On The Way Home, Sue Passes The Lesbian Bar

Sue Storm's clothes were dry as she put them on. Karla was asleep on the bed next to her. No need to wake her up. Sue stepped out into the dying night, trying to decide what she would tell Reed and the others. Probably a half-truth. A crash session with her psychiatrist that went late; they'd had wine, and Sue had crashed there.

No need to tell him about the rest of it.

She retraced her steps, almost willing a mugger to attack a woman walking alone at night. Her mind ran over and over what she had done with Karla.

I was so hung up about Nairobi, Sue thought to herself. Then I went to that lesbian bar and turned Anna down after she kissed me. Only to meet Karla at her apartment and eat her juicy pussy. What the hell is wrong with me!?

Her footsteps took her back to that lesbian bar. It was not yet dawn, and the light was still on, though the music had stopped playing. The Invisible Woman caught sight of a familiar figure in a blue floral-print dress and clear heels. Anna was at the bar, and looked like the bartender should have cut her off a long time ago.

"Anna?" Sue asked, shaking the dark-haired woman's shoulder.

"Are you a friend?" The bartender asked. "I hate to just throw her out, but...she's been crying all night, about striking out with this blonde bombshell."

"I'll take care of her," Sue promised, and helped Anna to her feet. Shoulder under her arm, she half-walked Anna out of the bar and towards the sunlight.

The purse had a driver's license with an address in Bedford Stuyvesant. Sue hailed a cab, and road with her, the drunken Anna's head lolling on her shoulder. The woman pawed ineffectually at Sue's breasts, and the Invisible Woman let her. Drunk as she was, Anna couldn't even undo a bra if she had a mind to.

It was up to Sue Storm to turn the key and open the lock. No security system. No pets, at least none evident. A neat little studio apartment with a few tasteful nudes framed on the wall. Sue realized she had no idea what Anna did for a living. If she had work today, or roommates, though there didn't seem to be any of the latter in evidence.

Sue made Anna drink a glass of water, and steered her away from the bottle of Maker's mark on a small glass table that served as a drinks cabinet. Anna said something about being hot, and the next thing she knew the woman was stripping out of her clothes as the Invisible Woman watched.

The Invisible Woman's throat was dry. She poured herself a shot from the bottle of bourbon without even thinking about it. Sue was thirsty, so she drank. The naked Anna staggered up to Sue, barefoot, hips swaying. Her breasts were large and soft, her ass jiggled with each step. Those strange features seemed exotic and exciting in the dim morning light that leaked through the window blinds.

"Fuck me," Anna whispered. "Do whatever you want with me. Make me scream."

Sue Storm licked her lips. For a moment, just a moment, she pictured herself fingering that woman's twat. Seeing those big breasts shake. The woman scream-crying in orgasm.

Just a thought. A fleeting feeling that brought a warmth to her own pussy.

That was enough.

With a sudden violence that surprised her, Sue kissed Anna on the mouth. Her fingers sought and found that hot, tight cleft between the other woman's legs.

Sue wanted to fuck. So she would.

It was that simple.