Second Base

Lois Lane felt her breath coming shallower, holding it longer and longer as her other self slid her hand around the band of the bra, seeking the clasp...

Curiosity had always been the reporter's dominant trait. But it had been difficult to satisfy her sexual curiosity—propriety had always held her back from exploring many things...like women...

Lois felt her chest sag forward slightly as the clasp came undone. Her breasts were modest by most standards, barely handfuls, but Lois was proud of their perky shape, the way they were both the same size, level...many women had larger breasts, but hers were...

"Perfect," other-Lois whispered as the cups slipped off, exposing her pink nipples and the pale globes.

When the hands came up to grasp her tits, it was like Lois conducting a breast exam...squeezing the outside, feeling the little handfuls deform under her fingers, pressing hard to feel the milk ducts, checking for lumps...except this time, Lois couldn't feel it under her own fingers. It was someone else playing with her tits, the way she would play with the breasts of another woman...if she ever had the opportunity...

A little gasp broke the reporter's lips as a mouth closed on her right nipple. Tongue teasing and tasting, sucking gently, no teeth but pulling hard. It wasn't the first time someone had suckled at her breast, but for the first time in her life, Lois wished she had some milk to give her other self, to wonder what she tasted like...

But a few minutes of play was enough. Other-Lois unlatched of her own accord, smiling, face radiant: a dream deferred until tonight.

"Thank you," she put her fingers up to her lips as Lois re-attached her lady holsters. "If we have time later, you can..."

"...yes, I'd like that." Lois smiled in the dark. 'Later' could promise other things as well. "For now, let's compare notes."