Sue Storm Relaxes While Massaging Dr. Stone

Growing up, Sue Storm hadn't had many sleepovers. Even in university, it wasn't until she had gotten Johnny and herself into the dorms that Sue had a chance to just hang out with women in a cozy setting. She still remembered her first time, the dorm mother insisting they "camp in" their first weekend. Play games. Watch movies. Paint each other's nails. "Girltime," she'd called it.

Sue hadn't really gotten more girltime until she was a superheroine. Jennifer Walters, the She-Hulk, was an ally and occasional member of the Fantastic Four, and Sue and Jen had become friends. Drunk wine. Watched legal movies together. There was nothing funnier than Jen's take on MY COUSIN VINNY and LEGALLY BLONDE. Slowly, Sue had developed a circle of friends she could actually hang out with, when kids, marriage, and superheroing allowed.

The Avengers had communal showers, divided by sexes; Sue had seen the Wasp, Ms. Marvel, and Spider-Woman naked, playing around, utterly comfortable in the buff. Sue had learned to relax a bit herself. After all, her body was beautiful, each muscle hard-earned. She had fought beside these women, exercised with them. The communal shower was nothing they had not seen before through battle damage and wardrobe malfunctions.

Yet this was the first time she'd really touched another woman like this. Sue Storm had never massaged the She-Hulk after a mission, or given the Wasp a foot rub. The Invisible Woman felt some of the tension ease out of her body as her fingers worked. It wasn't strange or even sinful. She didn't feel overwhelmed with sexual excitement or guilty. There was nothing really sexual about it. Just...two naked women doing a massage.

Sue felt the muscles in her shoulder and neck relax. Her fingers kneaded a little harder. Dr. Stone talked to her, directed her. Lower. Higher. Harder. More along the spine. Now further out. Sue followed her directions, and somehow the explicit and implicit permission buried in those commands helped to ease Sue Storm further. She felt...calm.

Ready.

"Alright then," Dr. Stone said, as she rolled over. "Now the front."

Sue Storm stared down at the blonde's large, soft breasts, the firm abs, well-developed musculature on arms and legs, the hairless cleft of a pussy...and felt the tension creep back into her spine.

"Don't worry," Dr. Stone said with a strange smirk. "You'll get your turn."