After A Few Drinks

The cheese came. Lois felt a bit of relief, now that things were out in the open a bit. They drank the wine, ate the cheese. Angelica Blaze asked her about Metropolis, a steady stream of questions, remarks, drawing Lois Lane out into conversation. The reporter was too good an interviewer not to realize that Blaze avoided speaking about her self—but she caught the dark eyes lingering on Lois Lane's cleavage from time to time, and that damn secret smile was positively bewitching.

Blaze insisted on paying for the meal. She retrieved a small rollerbag with her clothes and things. Crooked her elbow at Lois, one eyebrow raised...and with a deep breath and pounding heart, for the first time in her life Lois threaded her arm through another woman's. They walked out the door together, neither drunk nor completely sober.

In the cab on the way to Lois Lane's apartment, they sat quietly. Angelica's eyes were outside the window, seeing the city. The **** buzzed in Lois, a strange excitement setting up butterflies in her stomach. It was her first time taking a woman back to her place. She didn't know what to do...she had seen lesbian porn, but that was just...porn. It wasn't like real life.

Her pussy felt weirdly wet and tingly, the way she sometimes got when she was a little drunk, very randy, very handsy. Lois glanced over at Angelica's bare knee...the thigh...wondered what kind of panties she was wearing.

A hand came down on Lois Lane's own. Right between them. Warm palm on top, the fingers giving a little squeeze.

"Is it far?" Angelica asked, still looking out the window.

"No," Lois said thickly, wishing they were already there. "Not far at all."

They arrived. The doorman smiled as he opened for "Miss Lane and guest." Lois caught the look in his eye, but he was an old pro at this. Kept his secrets. She reminded herself to be extra-generous at Christmas with his bonus.

In the elevator, Angelica slipped her hand inside Lois Lane's again. Just the touch of another person's skin was sending her heart racing. It was good they had stopped drinking when they did, any more wine and Lois might have started trying to grope or kiss the woman right then and there.

"It is your first time, yes? With a woman, I mean." Blaze asked, disrupting the reporter's line of thought.

In the mirrored brass fittings of the elevator, Lois saw herself blush, felt the warm heat on her face.

"Is it that obvious?" Lois asked.

"You are uncomfortable in public. Being seen with me. Touching me. Yet you hunger for it. I can tell. It is...cute." Angelica's secret smile was mirrored in the brass. "You are a beautiful woman, Lois. It will be my pleasure to make love to you tonight."

Lois felt her heart thudding madly as the elevator door opened...and then come to a dead stop. Mrs. McCreedy was there, and saw the two women holding hands. The old woman said nothing as the two women quickly exited the elevator together, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. For the first time in twenty years, Lois felt the urge to go to confession.

She led Angelica to her apartment, fumbled one-handed with the keys.

"Lois," Blaze was suddenly close to her, whispering in her ear. "If you want to...we can be partners tonight, two women, exploring one another. But if you wish...when we step through that door, I can be your mistress. Think. What do you want?"