I Choose The Woman

Lois said out loud...and what surprised her is that she didn't feel ashamed as she said it. If anything, there was a bit of excitement, looking at Maria's naked body, and excitement she'd never really felt before but which was so totally natural. When she had been a girl and first discovered sex...she had known that she was supposed to be attracted to guys, and there had been something about their lean, muscled forms, and later on as a teenager dating, when she smelled them and they had kissed...as an adult, her knowledge expanded and her tastes matured, she had felt a stronger attraction to certain masculine types and attributes to others. There was a favorite dildo in her night stand, that had once been a bit too big for her but now slipped in easily, the synthetic penis finding a nice groove as she imagined a certain someone pumping into her, over and over, her hands running down his costumed chest, over that shield...

Now...Lois stared at Maria wantonly, as the woman sashayed over, deliberately exaggerating the sway of her hips, the jiggle of her breasts.

"We don't have to do this." Lois said to Maria, as the woman came closer.

"Do you want to?" The woman raised her hand and gently laid it on Lois' shoulder, a warm palm against the bare skin. "Because I want to. I've wanted to do you since I first saw you."

"But..." Lois hesitated. "Mercy's watching us. That...guy, over there, is watching us. We're being ****..."

"No one's forcing me to do anything." Maria slid her hand down Lois' arm, to hold her hand. "I volunteered."

"But I've been...****. The kryptonite..."

Maria drew Lois' unresisting hand to her chest, guiding Lois' palm to grab the woman's breast.

"Do you like that?" She said.

Lois was...fascinated. The way the tit filled her hand—just a bit larger and softer than her own—was totally different from when she felt up her own breasts. The hard balls of Maria's nipple piercing pressed into the palm of her hand, and between them she could feel the erect stub of the nipple, a little circle of pressure. Gently, Lois squeezed. Watched the darker skin press out between her fingers.

"I do. I...I like it a lot. But I don't...I want to do this on my own terms."

Maria stepped forward, her right arm slipping around Lois' waist, to rest on the small of her back. It was like they were dancing, pressed close together. Lois was distinctly aware of how close their pussies were to each other, the outer strands of pubic hair already touching, mingling...

"Mmm, terms. All relationships need open communication. To set limits." Maria stared into Lois' eyes. "So let me be clear: I don't care who's watching. I want you. Here. Now." She leaned in, so that Lois could almost taste her breath in her own mouth. "And I think you want me too."