Dr. Stone Isn't Judgmental, Just Concerned

Sue Storm had a week to reflect on events. Dr. Stone's texts. Dr. Stone just happened to be there, where Sue had taken Nairobi for a date. Having her phone out and taking a picture as the Invisible Woman was getting her pussy eaten out.

It stunk, and the more Sue Storm thought about it, the more she knew that she knew she had to confront Dr. Stone.

Who greeted Sue at the door with a smile and a pretty tie-dyed sun dress that hung low on her cleavage and left her sun-kissed shoulders bare. The blonde hair was down and loose, spreading out behind her, and the honest grin on Dr. Stone's face momentarily disarmed Sue Storm's carefully-planned outrage.

"Come in, come in," Dr. Stone said, and Sue realized suddenly that the psychiatrist was barefoot. The Invisible Woman, who wore jeans and a jacket over her Fantastic Four costume, was not sure how to handle this sudden shift from the tightly-buttoned professional.

"Sit," Dr. Stone said, and sat herself, in her familiar chair, sitting cross-legged on the seat as she poured the tea.

Sue sat. She accepted a cup of tea. They sipped, and there was a moment of peace and wary calm.

"So," Dr. Stone has suggested. "Have you considered divorcing your husband?"

The Invisible Woman had already swallowed her tea, so there was no spit-take. Yet she felt as if a gear had been stripped in her brain.

"You followed me to that maid cafe," Sue accused. "You encouraged my infidelity! You barged in on me in the toilet, took a picture, and now—"

"—and now, I'm asking if you have considered why you went into a public restroom to get your hairy cunt eaten out by a beautiful young woman," Dr. Stone said, a hint of her normal dry humor evident. "I'm not judging your choices, Susan. I'm concerned about the outcome. Your husband is not handling your sexual desires. Those same desires have been causing you stress, and now you're engaging in risky behavior. Did you even use a dental dam?"

Sue blinked.

"Um—"

"Safe sex 101, Susan," Dr. Stone said, and her smile was sadder now. "You don't know who else Nairobi has been with. That's how disease spreads. If you're going to be promiscuous, you need to take proper precautions."

"I'm not being promiscuous!" Sue said hotly...and then realized that was a lie. She'd gone into a public restroom for sex. She'd cheated on Reed. Of course she was being promiscuous.

"I can't file for a divorce. I don't want a divorce," Sue said, shaking her head. "God, what am I even doing?"

Dr. Stone set down her teacup. Then she reached over and took Sue's from her hands. The psychiatrist leaned forward, which made the dress fall low on her. The Invisible Woman suddenly realized that Dr. Stone was wearing nothing beneath that tie-dyed dress.

"You're discovering who you are, Susan," Dr. Stone said. "Who you want to be. You want to get your pussy eaten. You want to scissor. Want to kiss another woman, and feel her squirm around your fingers. You want to be happy."

Sue shook her head. She hated those words. Hated the idea that she was a cheating slut. Yet now, instead of being mad at Dr. Stone, she only felt guilt and regret for her own actions. Dr. Stone seemed to sense that. Her glasses flared like two circles of fire as they caught the light, and she leaned back in the chair. Sue felt suddenly heavy, and watched as the other woman uncrossed her legs, and pulled up the tie-dyed skirt.

There was a bare slit there. The pussy shaved, the pink slash glistened like a cut peach. Sue found her eyes drawn to it, barely aware of Dr. Stone's voice.

"You have a choice to make, Susan. Are you going to walk out that door, go back to your cold and unhappy marriage? Or are you going to come over here, stick your tongue in my twat, and think about how you're going to divorce that limp-dick husband of yours and drown in pussy?"

Sue's head throbbed. She felt drunk. The last flickering vestiges of her morality warred against the sudden need awoken by Dr. Stone's words. The Invisible Woman's tongue ran over her lips as she stared at the exposed cunny with singular obsession.