Epilogue: Drinks

"...so they made me a Green Lantern. A real Green Lantern, I mean," Jessica Cruz said.

There were a few hours left until dawn, but they were the only customers left at the taqueria. One of those small, lonely shops where a tired-eyed Mexican woman did all the cooking herself, and served ice-cold cervezas from out of a cooler whose original color had faded so far, and which had been covered in so many stickers, that Lois Lane didn't even know what it had been.

They ate out in the open, sitting at a table away from the bright interior light that spilled out of the taco shack, letting the breeze stir their hair. Lois was still in her club clothes, her new appendage stuffed into her tight red pants, jacket keeping her warm whenever the breeze picked up. Jessica Cruz wore yoga pants and a wrinkled blouse, so threadbare it would have been see-through and indecent, except for the exercise bra beneath that kept her small breasts hidden.

Lois swallowed a mouthful of fish taco and washed it down with a mouthful of sickly-sweet beer.

"So I've always wondered. About Green Lanterns. When you don the uniform, what happens to your normal clothes?"

"They kinda get mooshed. Vacuum-sealed," Jessica said. "I mean, that's why I went for the yoga pants, right? I tried wearing jeans and they just got flattened. I had to start wearing thongs because when I wore normal panties they just rode right up the crack of my ass..."

She laughed. Tired as she was, Lois liked to hear her laugh. It was honest, unpretentious, and when she let herself go like right now, all the nervousness and worry seemed to disappear from the woman's face for a moment...and in the light and darkness, Lois thought she looked beautiful.

"So, uh, this is going to sound weird," the reporter said. "But is this a date? Because I've never been on a date with a woman before."

"You might, with that monster between your legs," Jessica teased. She took the last bite of her taco, crunching it with relish. They were down to a handful of tortilla chips and some salsa.

"Yeah, that's...going to take some getting used to," Lois said with a sigh, leaning back away from the table and twisting her neck to get a sudden crick out of it. The reporter wasn't so drunk that she couldn't feel the Green Lantern's eyes on her breasts as she stretched. "But you didn't answer my question."

Jessica smiled. "I mean, I like to think I'm straight. I just thought, after what happened tonight, we could both use a drink...and talk. I wasn't, uh...making a move on you or anything. I know you're still getting used to it and all."

"Yes," Lois said and lowered her hand to rub her prick through the tight pants. "There's a lot there to get used to. I suppose I'll have to go to S.T.A.R. Labs or something...see if I can get it removed."

"You don't even want to try it out first?" Jessica said, raising one eyebrow. "I mean, I would."

Lois smirked and drained the last drops of her beer. "Oh? And exactly how much thought have you given to having a fat fucking cock?"

Jessica gave a nervous titter...and they got up, and walked. In the wee hours of the morning, Metropolis didn't sleep; but the streets were quieter, and it was somewhat reassuring for both of them to have someone else to walk with. They talked about their lives; Jessica Cruz and her social anxiety, Lois Lane and her addiction to danger. Superman vs. Ultraman. The Superwoman of Earth-3, who was an alternate version of Lois Lane...

They stopped in a liquor store on a whim, and left with a bottle of tequila. Her ring glimmered as two glasses were conjured, a nearly transparent green, fine as crystal. The most powerful weapon in the universe, and Jessica Cruz used it so they'd have somewhere to pour their drinks instead of taking swigs straight from the bottle. Hooked their arms together as they took shots, and stumbled toward Lois Lane's apartment just as dawn threatened the horizon.

"I'm...hic...serious..." Jessica said. At some point in the night Lois had thought the Green Lantern looked cold, and had given the woman her jacket. Now the Latina hung on Lois to keep her warm as the reporter fumbled with the key to her own apartment. "If I had a dick, I'd...hic...at...at least want to know what it's like. Jerking off. Getting a blowjob. F-fucking somebody."

"Takesh two to tango," Lois slurred as the door came open. They stumbled in, blinking in the dark.

"D-do you have a cat?" Jessica said, bleary eyes surveying the reporter's apartment. "Here little puss-puss..."

"No cat," Lois shook her head as she closed and locked the door, acting on instinct. "No pussy."

Which is when Jessica Cruz's hands slid into the waistband of the reporter's pants from behind, wrapping around the hot, soft meat.

"No pussy?" the drunk woman breathed. "I can help you with that?"

Lois turned around. She stared levelly into the Green Lantern's hazel eyes.

"You better shtop that," Lois said quietly. "Don't want to shtart shomething you can't...can't finish."

Jessica leaned forward and ran her tongue over Lois Lane's lips. Her hands pulled the cock and balls free from the reporter's pants. Lois shook and opened her mouth, letting the hot, wet tongue slip inside of her. Eyes closed, they let their tongues play over each other's teeth, wrestle together. Tasting beer and tacos and tequila. The empty bottle and keys slid from the reporter's hands with a crash...and she reached forward, her hands sinking into the soft ass clad with such thin fabric.

They stumbled backwards toward the bed, shedding clothes, gasping for breath and then diving back for more hot, drunken kisses. The beast between Lois Lane's legs was achingly hard now and drooling over Jessica Cruz's hands. THe Green Lantern fell back into the bed, just as dawn pierced through the balcony window...and Lois pulled the thong aside to reveal the dark curly forest of the Latina's hairy pussy.

On her knees on the floor, Lois buried her face into the sticky, hairy cleft. It was her first time eating out a woman, and somehow she didn't care about the slightly fishy smell and taste, the salty tang, the pubes damp with crotch-sweat and vaginal secretions...and Jessica's hands pressed against the reporter's head, trying to guide her deeper, hips bucking, soft moans escaping from her mouth.

Until Lois could take it no longer.

Her tongue slid up the line of Jessica's belly. Swirled around her navel. Left a slug-like trail of saliva up to the woman's breast, and latched onto it like a woman dying of thirst. The rigid prick pressed against the damp, dark, hairy hole and then slid into the tight slit with such an eagerness that Jessica's nails squeezed into the reporter's back...and then they were into it.

No artful lovemaking, just two humping, horny drunks. Too far gone to think about safe sex or anything else. **** minutes of hips slamming together, the unprotected cock squeezed in a tight slit, Lois desperately trying to get more and more of it in, Jessica raising her legs and trying to cram more of it deeper inside of her....and it was only a matter of minutes before the reporter stiffened and moaned and paused, panting, as Jessica Cruz instinctively squeezed her cunny to milk every drop of cum inside of her where it belonged.

Lois collapsed onto her side. At a lost for words...and then she saw Jessica's eyelids flutter. The woman's breathing became slow and regular...and the last thing Lois Lane saw before she fell asleep was the tired, satisfied smile on the heroine's face as she began to snore.