Sue & Janet Are Still Attracted To Each Other

"Jan asked me to team up with her this weekend," Sue Storm said to read, the lie all to easy on her tongue. "Can you hold the fort, or do I need to cancel?"

Reed Richards smiled, the picture of a perfect and loving husband.

"Not a problem, sweetheart. Go help your friend. Johnny and Ben and I will manage here, and if there's an emergency, we'll contact you through the communicator."

Sue smiled and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks, honey. What would I do without you?"

The spa served champagne. The Invisible Woman and the Wasp had a facial, a mud bath, a deep tissue massage, and even those little fish that nibble the dead skin off of your feet. The whole place was a cover for a HYDRA cell that planned to use the radioactive effects of mutagenic mud from certain of the hot springs to create an army of mutates under their control, but Sue and Janet had that plan nipped into the bud by mid-afternoon.

"I'll get you for this!" Madame Hydra had screamed as her escape rocket launched...right into the invisible ceiling Sue had erected. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents pulled the green-haired woman out of the wreckage.

And picked up the tab for the local motel.

"The look on her face!" Janet said. A bottle of tequila in one hand, a pair of glasses clinking in the other. Sue had a bag of limes and can of salt, and laughed at Jan's expression, mimicking the thwarted villainess. The honeymoon suite was genteel shabby; plush velour over every surface that could withstand it, a heart-shaped bed. Discrete bottles of lube available in the minibar.

The second the door closed, they both grew quiet. Jan turned, her face suddenly flushed. Invisible hands took the tequila, glasses, salt, and limes away toward a table. The Invisible Woman licked her lips, and Janet's costume vanished.

"Ever since that night," Sue said. "I've been...thinking about you."

Janet nodded. Backing away toward the bed as Sue advanced.

"Been thinking about you, too," Janet said. "Watching your videos. So fucking hot. The way you take Porkum's cock."

"Porkum's not here," Sue said. The blonde bit her lip and began to peel out of her costume. The blue jumpsuit opened to show naked breasts, dark nipples, a thatch of golden hair between her legs. "I thought, after he started fucking me, that I'd lost interest in anyone else. Then you...that time in the hot tub..."

Janet van Dyne dropped to her knees. Maybe she was listening. Maybe she was past the point of listening. Her mouth buried itself over Sue's cunny, the hot tongue lapping at the juicy slit. Sue pushed her hips into the Wasp's face, her hand on the back of the brunette's head, guiding her in. As she worked, Janet swiftly tore off her own costume. Sue closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation, to that hot little mouth sucking at her clit, the pleasure building and building...

It was like a fuse had been lit, and both of them raced to see who would explode first.

With an effort of will, Sue used an invisible pair of hands to pull the Wasp off of her crotch and onto the bed. The woman lay there naked, spread-eagled, as invisible hands held her down, legs apart, one caressing her throat.

"My turn," Sue said, as she bent down to taste her friend's pussy.

There was no Porkum there. None of his pheromones to drive them on to heights of sapphic ecstasy. Just their own chemistry, friends who had broken past some barrier of transgression, who thrilled to hear each other's voice rise in moans of pure pleasure, who mumbled demands, desires, fantasies that spilled out and were made real.

Later, Sue would remember holding her labia open, brushing the lips with lime, filling her pussy with tequila, and how a delicate, fairy-like Janet, only an inch tall, slipped inside the warm pool and splashed and drank, before hugging and caressing the giant-to-her clit with fluttery little kisses. She would remember the pistoning invisible cocks that pounded them both as they held hands and stared into each other's eyes. The way Janet would hold Sue's nipples in each hand and administer tiny bioelectric shocks.

The long, dark hours of sleeping next to each other, Janet twelve feet tall, curled up around Sue like the biggest spoon of all.

"So what do we do?" Sue said, when the tequila was gone and they both were spent, her lover back to normal size, breasts pressed into Sue's back idly playing with the Invisible Woman's tits.

"About your husband, or about Porkum?" Janet said. "I mean, from what you said, we might both be addicted to his spunk. If he calls, we'll come running."

"And cum, and cum, and cum," Sue Storm sighed. "I don't know. If it was just us, Reed might be manageable, but Porkum is a problem, isn't he?"

"Problems can be solved," Janet said. She hesitated, and planted a soft kiss on the side of Sue's neck. "What if I told you there was a way to take care of him?"