Sue Storm Asks For A Kiss

Nairobi's hands touched Sue Storm's naked flesh. Sue could almost imagine she felt the hesitation there. The tension in those arms. The repressed desire. Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe she was overthinking it.

Yet the Invisible Woman didn't think so.

There was no banter today. The soft music played, and Sue felt her muscles ease, little by little.

"Turn over, please."

Nairobi's voice was almost mechanical. Sue flipped onto her back. She stared up into the young woman's dark eyes as those strong hands rubbed at her collarbone, down near her breasts—but not before. There was no attempt to touch Sue's nipples, to massage the breasts themselves, to make Sue...

"Nairobi?" the blonde on the table said, as she stared up at the dark-skinned young woman. Today, Nairobi wore a kind of Chinese-style dress that left the arms bear and had a keyhole cut out to show a little cleavage, but was mostly turquoise cloth and red thread in swirling patterns. "Kiss me."

The young woman paused. She stared down into Sue's blue eyes. There was hesitation there. Emotion warring with calculation. Sue knew what this must look like. Yet for all their "happy endings," asking for a kiss felt like—crossing a line.

"Please," Sue said.

Slowly...achingly slowly...Nairobi bent down. Their faces were upside-down, relative to each other, so that their noses and chins rubbed against each other. Warm lips touched each other. Then their lips open. A single warm breath shared between them. Nairobi's hands slide down Sue's breasts. The young woman was actually massaging the Invisible Woman's tits now, her fingers teasing the nipples, but digging in around the edges to massage the pectoral muscles beneath. All by touch.