It's A Little Addictive

The Invisible Woman left the massage parlor with a spring in her step.

I made a woman cum!

The thought burned warm and happy in Sue Storm's brain as she stepped over used condoms and around homeless people in the streets of New York. It was like a cloud that pushed out the honking horns and expletives shouted in three languages, the foul smells and the women with strollers attempting to run their babies into traffic or over the feet of pedestrians. With practiced ease, Sue Storm became the calm eye in the storm, invisibly shaping the flow of traffic around her, preventing strollers from going into the street or a pile of vomit from landing in the cup of the man begging for change.

I made a woman cum!

It was a secret sense of accomplishment, a quiet life achievement. It reminded Sue Storm of her first night with Reed, when she had made the world's smartest man's brain short-circuit for a few seconds as she drained his balls for the first time. Such an achievement had given Sue a sense of her own feminine power that she hadn't had before. While she had always been aware that men looked at her for sex, now she knew that she could render them powerless. Not that she ever would.

I...made a woman cum.

Sue's smile flickered as she hit Four Freedoms Plaza. There was no way to get around the fact that Nairobi wasn't her husband. Sure, she hadn't cheated on Reed with another man, but with a woman, but it was still cheating. She was intelligent enough to realize that, even if she rationalized that it was okay. After years of a largely sexless marriage, wasn't she allowed a little happiness? A little satisfaction?

I made a WOMAN cum.

Did that make Sue Storm a lesbian? Bisexual? She had discussed that with Dr. Stone. Her psychiatrist had been very helpful in the heroine investigate her own sexuality. Sue licked her lips as she got to the elevator. Resisting the urge to bring her fingers up to her nose and sniffing them. To see if she could still smell Nairobi on her.

As the elevator rose, Sue Storm's initial rush of endorphins, her walking-on-a-clouds sensation, settled into something more profound. Okay, she had cheated on Reed with another woman. She had liked it. Thoroughly enjoyed herself. The feel of the young woman in her grip, that moment when Nairobi lost control...it had been electric. Now, as the door opened onto the familiar family scene—there was a sphere of absolute darkness about the size of a baseball in the living room, with all the adults and children staring at it—Sue Storm allowed herself a little smile.

"Mommy, Franklin poked a hole in the universe!" Valeria said.

"It's just a micro-singularity, dear," Reed said, as he held some complicated-looking instrument up to the perfect blackness in reality. "Nothing to worry about. How was your massage?"

"Good," Sue Storm said as she went to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. "I think these massages are really helping me. I can't wait to go again."

I made a woman cum, Sue Storm thought as she scrubbed the soap into her hands. And God help me, I can't wait to do it again.