Explore Her Sexuality

"We're not dead," the Daily Planet's greatest reporter asserted.

Reaching into her jacket, Lois pulled out her smartphone. No signal, but there was power. She turned it off to save juice. That left just one thing... The reporter's hands found their way to the corner of her jacket. Sewn into the lining was an ultrasonic transceiver—a last ditch means of contacting Superman. Of course, he was supposed to be off-planet right now...but it was all that Lois had. She pressed the button, setting the tiny but powerful device to broadcasting.

There was nothing to do but wait. In a cavern with a horny, tripping young woman. While covered in splooge.

The dark-haired young woman crept over to Lois. The reporter could see herself reflected in those enormous pupils.

"In that case, wanna fuck?" Angelica asked. "I've never been with another woman before..."

Lois Lane would not have believed the little bimbo any less if she had suddenly declared herself a virgin. Still...they were trapped in a cave. They had to do something.

"I've never been with a woman either," Lois said. Then paused and considered. "Well, I kissed one once. In college."

The reporter shrugged out of her jacket and set it aside to dry.

"Oooh," Angelica said. Her hands rested lightly on the reporter's shoulders...and then she began to rub, thumbs digging into the muscles. Lois leaned into it. She hadn't had a massage in she didn't know how long. "Tell me."

"I was...ah...in my room. Saturday night, past midnight. My roommate came home drunk and horny. It was dark. She thought I was her boyfriend. Climbed into my bed, smelling like beer and cigarettes. Her hands were cold, but her lips were warm...I could feel her tongue slip past my teeth before I was really awake...it was a bit like kissing an ashtray, and I pushed her off."

Lois felt oddly disappointed telling the story. Like it should have been sexy but it wasn't. Then again, she wasn't trying to be sexy...was she?

"If she had kept going," Angelica said, that oddly thick accent of hers queer and exotic to Lois Lane's ears. "Would you have made her stop?"

"Yes." The reporter hesitated. "Of course."

"You're soaked," the young woman said. "You should take it off. You'll get hypothermia."

"You just want to get me naked so you can try to fuck me," Lois said levelly.

"I want to give you a massage. You already said no. I won't touch you ANY-way unless you want me to," she tried and failed to do the sign of the cross, then held up the little finger of her right hand. "Pinky swear!"