Sue Storm Can Only Edge

In her mind's eye, the Invisible Woman re-lived every moment of that session for an entire week. The sight, the sound, even the smell of Karla as she rubbed herself to climax were never far from Sue Storm's waking thoughts. It quickened her pulse at odd moments, distracted her whenever she wasn't directly engaged with making meals, managing bills, or interacting with the children. The half-assed invasion of the Fomalhauti, a race of amoeba-like telepathic blobs, mid-week was little more than a distraction.

The nights seemed longer now. In her bed, beneath the covers, panties off, Sue Storm would sweat and work her fingers just as Karla had done. Pussy splayed out with one hand as the other rubbed her clit. Then her fingers would plunge inside, to find her g-spot. To combine the pleasure of rubbing her clit with the stimulation of penetration. Eyes closed, her whole body writhed beneath the covers, and her small moans seemed to echo throughout the room.

Except it was never enough. It felt good, great even. Sue could feel the heat and excitement rise in her body, the sweat that came until her nightie clung to her naked body beneath it, sensitive nipples painfully swollen. Yet she could never bring herself to cum. Whenever she got close, the Invisible Woman instinctively backed away.

It wasn't cowardice, exactly. Not even fear that she was betraying Reed, somehow. It was just that something was missing, some final element, the last little push she needed to get past her mental hangup and enjoy an orgasm as freely as Karla did.

Thinking about the blonde made Sue lick her lips. Night after night, she would hold out as long as she could, only to go to bed frustrated, the beautiful blonde bitch, so self-confident and carefree with her body seemed to haunt her dreams. There were things that Sue dreamt of doing with her that made her flushed and embarrassed when she was awake, and a familiar smell clung to her nightclothes that made her wash them—and her sheets—more frequently.

Then it was back to a never-quite-dull day of saving the world and explaining to the children why the Fantastic Four didn't take over the United States and make Congress pass laws that made sense. Grim lessons on the consent of the governed and the limitations of democracy and the social contract, interrupted by calls for snacks and the occasional alien android.

Yet as the week went on, Sue Storm could feel her temper fray. Her body seemed to be super-sensitive, the merest brush would make her nipples harden, an afternoon daydream would leave her with damp panties that needed changing. She awoke from torrid dreams of sweaty kisses and convulsing blonde bodies without being fully rested, unable to return to sleep, and still unable to get off.

By the time came for this week's appointment with Dr. Stone, Sue Storm prayed that Karla would find some way to help her.