Cuddling and a Movie

The dickgirl's suggestion was so unexpectedly wholesome that it took the reporter aback. It seemed surprisingly harmless... which was how, not long after, they found themselves on Lois Lane's couch. The reporter was the little spoon, still wearing nothing but her robe, watching To the Devil a Daughter.

They watched in silence, the lights out so only the screen gave any radiance to the room. Lois became uncomfortably aware of Angelica's erection, pressed as it was against her ass. Yet the dickgirl made no move on Lois, except that one arm was looped casually around the reporter's chest, so that Lois's nipples would just press against her forearm through the thin cloth whenever she took a deep breath.

Which Lois found herself doing more frequently than she should. Trying as she was to focus on the movie, Lois couldn't deny the warm presence of Angelica's body pressed against her own. Even in her thin robe, Lois began to grow hot. Sweat trickled down the nape of her neck and across her ribs, down below her small breasts, and her crotch and ass felt like a swamp where the hot hard-on pressed against her, never wavering in its firmness.

More than that, there was the smell. Blaze's smell. Not perfume, but a sort of natural musk, masculine and feminine all mixed together, like a locker room at the gym. It was the smell of honest exertion, clammy flesh mere inches away...and more than that, Lois could hear Angelica sniff at her hair, feel the warm circles that were Angelica's breasts pressed against her back.

Neither woman nor dickgirl could remain in such a position forever, but there was a quiet, entirely nonverbal conversation between them as Christopher Lee smiled in that horrifying way of his on screen. Lois shifted slightly to get a better position, raised one leg so that cool air could blow across her pussy. Angelica shifted so that her chin rested on the reporter's shoulder, her hand moving down to just gently touch the reporter's stomach. The tip of her cock was now lower, no longer pressed directly against the reporter's ass but on the cloth of the robe...holding it tense... Lois shifted just a little, because her left hip was getting sore...

Just like that, the robe shifted a little too far...and with a hard slap the hard cock was now flat against the reporter's naked cunny.

Angelica and Lois both froze. Neither moved, either to correct the situation or to...carry it forward. On the screen, Denholm Elliot, who Lois could never see as anyone except Marcus Brody from the Indiana Jones films, was in a panic inside his magic circle. Lois felt a moment of sympathy, but more than that she felt the hot, stiff member that touched her pussy and the tops of her thighs...and knew she had a decision to make.