A sequel to “Caught in the Act,” published a long, long, LONG, time ago
Lois slammed her door shut and ran to her refrigerator. Where was it? Ah there, thank god she still had some Rocky Road left. She grabbed a spoon and flopped down on her couch. She started to cry even before she had opened it. God, how could she have been so stupid? She stuck a spoon of ice cream into her mouth.
She tried to avoid thinking about this afternoon, but Clark’s hurt face kept coming back to her. Why couldn’t she have controlled her temper?
“Fine Clark, go save the world, I guess know where I rank with you!!” Her words echoed back to her.
She remembered looking up as she stormed away, leaving an obviously injured Clark behind. When she found out about his alter ego she had been furious. Time had calmed her, but it was a still festering in their relationship. Nor was the situation helped by the fact they had not made love again. That one amazing night seemed almost to be a fantasy now. It was a terrible memory to try to keep under control.
The sensations of that night started floating back to her. Him carrying her into her bedroom, their tit-fucking. Almost without thinking Lois Lane, prize winning career girl reporter, did something she had almost never done until these last couple of weeks. Undoing the button of her jeans and easing down the zipper she lay back on the couch and furtively pressed her small hand inside. Graceful fingers ran over her panty clad lips, which instantly let out a small trickle of moisture. She wished they were Clark’s strong fingers, for someone who had never been a woman before he found the right spot quickly. Heat growing, frustrated, she pulled aside her panties and rubbed her nether lips. They flushed as they filled with blood and expanded. Picturing Clark’s impressive cock she pressed a single finger into her pussy. She was shocked at how wet she was. In a blink another finger was inside her, a soft slurping sound radiated. She cupped one of her tits as she started to pump her hips. She was on fire quickly, she had been denied since that night with Clark. Her fingers were no substitute for Clark’s piece. She moaned and groaned, it was as though he was there fucking her. Her climax struck her with force and speed. “Fuck Clark!” Spent she sank down in her couch. It was frustrating to have to rely on self-pleasure when she knew what a great lover he was.
It had not been a big deal, she did not need to yell at him she reflected as she came down. She had because she was frustrated. Which was not fair to Clark either, he had to go. Still, it irritated her for no good reason. Lois groaned and ate some more ice cream. Why she had done that was a better question. She still was not sure. The situation had scared her; she was still adjusting to this new side of Clark. How do you cope with finding out you’ve just fucked Superman without knowing it? No one could just find out, say “oh” and move on. But she had hurt him. Lois grimaced, he deserved better. He put up with her on a regular basis and Lois knew that was not easy. She loved him for being so patient with her.
Maybe she was worried about the marriage. No, they had seen each other practically every day for over two years. She sat back into the couch and smiled. She was closer to Clark than she had ever been to anyone else. She needed to tell Clark! She couldn’t tell him now he was off god knows where licking his wounds. She sat back down on her couch. Tears started to well up in her eyes. She had made such a mess of everything. Stupid Lane, really stupid. Lois started to cry. She had the perfect man and then let him get away. Maybe she could get him back she needed to talk to…Clark. Great she couldn’t talk to her best friend, because he was the problem, or the answer. Either way she had to go it alone. Well, the first step was to put the ice cream away. If she wanted to get Clark she needed to keep herself looking good. Lois frowned, she was not exactly sure how to win a man. She giggled, that was one on which even Clark could not help her. She considered what to do.
Suddenly a light dawned: she could call Roni! She was stripper who Lois had once worked with on a story. SHE would know how to help Lois win Clark back. She hurried to her desk to find her number. “Look out Superman,” she mumbled under her breath.
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Lois came in fifteen minutes late and wondering if she looked as uncomfortable as she felt. Roni had been more than willing to help, actually coming by for a visit. So now she was wearing a skirt that hung at mid thigh, much shorter than she normally wore. Roni had insisted, claiming she had the best legs the stripper had ever seen. Lois objected at first, but then figured she knew what she was talking about, it was quite a compliment really. Add to that the fact she was wearing a shear shirt (and that was all) under her jacket, with several buttons open, and Lois felt almost naked. She feared her nipples were surely visible pressing against the fabric.
Clark though, was nowhere to be seen. She asked Jimmy, who told her he left suddenly, saying he had to water his plants. She stifled a laugh to herself at the foolish excuse, she would have to tell her husband to be to come up with better lies. Then she remembered how she was dressed, cursed inwardly, and hurried off to get the change of clothes she kept at the Planet.
She had lost herself in her story when she looked up and saw Clark working diligently away at his computer. She stood and walked over, trying to remember to sway her hips the way Roni suggested. “How was your weekend Clark?”
“It was good, he replied, not looking up from his screen
She leaned against his desk, purposely letting her skirt inch upwards. “Well, what did you do?” Her heart rate started to pick up.
Clark looked up and Lois was gratified to see his gaze catch at her leg. “Nothing special, just relaxed at bit, you know.”
“Then why was it good?”
“Ahh…” Clark stammered. “I was getting a little worn down, I was just happy to loaf around for a couple of days.” Which was true, Superman had been in high demand last week, but the world had seemed to take care of itself for the weekend.
“What? Clark Kent, what would your parents say? You should be up with the chickens. Where is that farmers’ spirit?”
Clark looked mildly surprised. “Well even farmers need a day off. I was down there with them anyway. What’s with all these questions?”
“I want to apologize.”
“It’s okay.”
“No it’s not. We’re getting married Clark! I don’t even know why I lost my temper like that. I’m sorry, you deserve better. I just keep falling back into the old me, but I’m trying to get better.” Lois felt terrible. She wondered if Clark felt as uneasy right now as she did.