Sue Seeks To Reconcile Her Lesbian Desires With Her Faith

Back in the Baxter Building, Sue Storm opened her bedside table and took out the worn, leather-bound bible that had once belonged to her mother. Memory had her turn to Leviticus, and in a few moments she found the passage she remembered. The ones that had haunted her.

"If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to ****; their blood is upon them," she read aloud. Sue frowned. It didn't say anything about a woman lying with another woman. Still...what did Leviticus have to do with her, anyway? That was the Old Testament. None of that was binding on her.

It had been years since she had gone to Bible study, but Sue still felt that argument was a bit of sophistry. Yet as she put the Bible back, the thoughts continued to run through Sue Storm's head. An emotional as much as an intellectual argument.

Sue did not feel any guilt. She ran through the memories again, the feel and taste of that pussy on her lips, and yet her heart felt light. Even though she knew she should feel guilty.

"Maybe...maybe it's a sign," she said out loud. If a man lies with a male as with a woman...so if a woman lies with a woman as with a man. If she accepted the principle—maybe it was okay? If she slept with women, but not with men? That would preserve the inner meaning of the passage, even if it felt like a loophole. It was okay to lick a pussy as long as she didn't suck cock too.

For a moment, Sue thought of her husband. Sex with Reed Richards was rare enough, since her last pregnancy. Sue had to initiate everything. Even the occasional blowjob for anniversaries and birthdays. She frowned. Would he miss it, if she just...stopped? Didn't she owe him, as his wife?

No, Sue decided suddenly. Their marriage was never one where she submitted to Reed. If he didn't want to fuck her, then why couldn't she fuck another woman? After all, if she wasn't fucking Reed, then it was okay to fuck woman, wasn't it?

There was a circuitous nature to her reasoning, and Sue knew it. Yet at the same time, she felt a new confidence and calm.

It was okay to sleep with women as long as she didn't sleep with her husband. Jesus would be cool with that.

Sue gnawed her lower lip. She needed to discuss this with someone. A priest. Or at least her psychiatrist.