No Vaginal Sex

"...and if you engage in anal, you'd want to be careful to protect the area of the piercing." Maria said.

Lois Lane blinked, suddenly nonplussed.

Granted, I haven't been sexually active in...a long time, she admitted to herself. But that's because it was my choice, not because having sex opened my up to the possibility of terrible infections. Well, aside from the usual.

What was worse, her clitoral hood was really starting to throb. She could feel the little sensitive nub being rubbed by the ring, growing erect...pussy dampening.

"It's too bad," Maria gave Lois a wink. "I think your cunt looks very...very...kissable."

The reporter felt a blush spreading across her cheeks. It had been a long time since she'd had such a bold sexual compliment...a long time since she had been hit on. Oh, there were always passes by men at work, but with the egos she dealt with those were almost routine, impersonal. Assholes who would stick their dick in anything if it would wriggle, and figured it was worth a try. She shot those bastards down without a second thought.

But this felt...different. Lois had already let Maria touch her in ways she'd never let anyone do before. Maybe it was the **** from earlier, or...maybe it was just the sincerity of the young woman's reactions.

I like her, Lois realized. Like LIKE her.

Maria was already in clean-up mode. Given the surroundings, Lois considered, it was probably the most sanitary piercing she could have hoped for. And the no-sexual-fluids-keep-it-clean rule seemed very good advice. Still...a part of her wished she had known that before she agreed to do it. As it was, Lois could feel the frustration building up inside of her.

"So uh...if we can't have sex...do you have any...other ideas?" Lois felt like a horny teenager even asking about it.

"Well, we could make out," the young woman smiled. "As long as we keep it above the waist...and above the nipples...it should be fine. Or we could go dancing. I wouldn't mind seeing you shake that thang."

The young woman stretched out one finger, drawing it down the chain that hung from Lois Lane's left nipple, down to the little amulet. Maria slipped her finger behind the bit of silver and gave a little tug, making the chain grow taut...and causing Lois to gasp in surprise and shock at the simultaneous tug on nipples and slit at once.

A wicked grin split the young woman's features. "Then again, maybe that's a bit too strenuous. You are still healing after all. But I've got a bottle of vodka..." Maria drew close, pressing herself into Lois' space "...or a ouija board, if you're up for that kind of thing."