Chapter 18 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Respond?

I Like Women

Lois opened her mouth to answer...and her mind was just blank. It was as though the answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she just couldn't get it out. Her whole body tensed, brow furrowed. She could feel the shampoo drip down over her eyebrows, which tingled, the dark hair bleaching blonde.

"Just relax," Angie cooed from behind her. The sudsy hands had found the reporter's pussy now, the slick tips of the fingers began to run down each side of her labia, not playing with the slit—yet. Just letting the tingle spread to the roots down there, her whole pussy begging to feel weirdly fresh and warm.

The reporter bit her lip. It was just so hard to think!

"This is the lavender lather," Angie said as she pulled Lois Lane's pussy lips apart. The chemical odor seemed to fill the reporter's mouth, and her whole head was just so wooly. A sudsy finger gently rested itself on the reporter's clitoris, and the reporter gasped.

"You like that," the woman said, her naked breasts pressed into the reporter's back. It wasn't a question, and as her pulse pounded in her ears, Lois found herself agreeing.

"I like that," she said. The finger began to make little circles, and Lois swallowed hard, her kegel muscles starting to squeeze automatically.

"You like women, don't you Lois?" Angie asked. The reporter's thighs began to quiver. She wanted to touch herself. Her pussy suddenly felt so hot, and the tingling on the shampoo was spreading over her body. Her forehead smoothed over as she stopped trying to think. Giving in to the feeling, to what her body was telling her.

"I like women," Lois said, and she knew she meant it.