Reed Doesn't Notice

"No sexual contact until it heals," the piercing artist, whose name was Callie, said. "And I mean it."

"Not a problem," Sue Storm assured her.

The sad part was that she knew it wouldn't be. Reed Richards barely touched his wife anymore. It was something that Sue thought about as she made her way back to the Baxter Building, the pain of her new addition apparent with every step. Unless she quite literally pushed her pussy into his face, Reed was unlikely to see the clit hood piercing until...oh...their anniversary. If he remembered it. Or her birthday. If he remembered that.

It was a sour thought to what had been an ecstatic impulse. Sue did not regret the piercing. She could feel it down there, the tiny weight and constant presence of it. Maybe it was just her imagination, but her clit already felt super-sensitive against her panties. It sent a little thrill through her to walk around, the Invisible Woman, and have this little secret hidden from everyone's sight while still remaining in plain view.

What would the media think? Sue thought wickedly to herself. Would I be a bad example for the young women of the world? If some paparazzi caught me with my pants down, would a wave of young women go to get their own clitoral hood piercings? It could be the start of a societal trend normalizing such things.

Sue giggled to herself. A pleasant enough fantasy, although the reality was far more mundane. A couple weeks without masturbation or sex, daily sea salt rinses, watch for infection. The boring mundanity of life. And then...

She had one foot in the Baxter Building when Sue's mind hit a wall.

Then what? Even if Reed didn't notice right now, he'd notice eventually, when he finally got around to giving Sue Storm the attention she craved. Would he appreciate it? She could already imagine his disappointed grimace. The kind he always assumed when someone around him did something he considered stupid.

Sue's mouth firmed into a tight line. She wasn't stupid. This wasn't stupid. It was her body and her choice. Nothing Reed said would change that. But if he couldn't appreciate it...well, Sue Storm knew at least one person who would. One friend who would understand and appreciate it. And probably coo over Sue Storm's vulva like it was a newborn kitten.