Susan did not feel well that morning. She awoke sore, dizzy, and only half awake. She was sweaty, shivering, and her boobs hurt. She had the worst fucking case of cramps she’d ever had, and she was running a bit of a fever.
She peeled back the sheets to look down with bleary eyes, grunting with pain, but could not see anything obviously wrong. Her boobs felt like they were going to pop, but there wasn’t anything noticeably wrong.
She carefully slid a hand over to massage her left breast, and moaned in discomfort. However, soon though the groans were different, and both hands became busy. So she lay nude, nude, wide awake, and fucking herself hard! Her left hand was wrapped around
one of those round breasts, rolling the small pebble of her nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. Her right hand was hidden beneath the sheets, but it wouldn't take long for an observer to understand where it was and what it was doing.
Susan’s legs then spread a little wider, and she simultaneously moaned again a little louder. She rolled her hips against the invisible efforts of her hand. A barely perceptible smile crossed her lips, and she opened her eyes.
Unfortunately, there was no hidden observer ready to stretch a hand to her aid. Her husband was burning both ends of the candle trying to figure out the mysterious flu that Jennifer Walters had caught. The sensational She-Hulk’s healing factor meant she
shouldn’t have caught one at all, but now that Susan had apparently caught it too, Reed was not around to take care of her.
“Damn it!”
Her morning was ruined further when she walked passed Ben’s room. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the door was ajar and she wasn’t thinking straight. The power of invisibility can be so tempting sometimes.
Benjamin Grimm was entertaining Jen Walters. Or the She-Hulk was entertaining The Thing. Well, whoever started it, there was a lot of entertaining going on. Entertainment the way only two extremely built performers could do it.
It certainly did nothing to ease Susan’s symptoms.
With Reed tied up in the lab, it left her frustrated, horny, and vulnerable when Spiderman came looking for help with a problem of his own. Not that he took advantage of her distraction. He even resisted her coy advances. It even took him a while to
figure it out.
Then realisation set in. He was on the couch, with a glass of wine in his hand. “Mrs. Richards, if you don't mind my saying so, this conversation is getting a little strange. Now, I'm sure that Dr. Richards will be here any minute now and –“
“Oh, no,” Susan growled.
“What?”
“Reed is working in the lab. You know how he gets. He's left me alone since yesterday, and he’ll be locked up for several more hours.”
“Oh my God!”
“Pardon?” Susan asked.
“Oh, no, Mrs. Richards, oh, no!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Mrs. Richards, you aren’t... I mean, you don't expect... “
“What?”
“I mean, you didn't really think I'd do something like that?”
“Like what?” Susan asked coyly and a bit confused.
“What do you think?”
”Well, I don't know, do I?”
“For god's sake, Mrs. Richards. Here we are. You brought me up to your flat. You gave me a drink. You... put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me your husband won't be out of the lab for hours…”
“So?”
“Mrs. Richards, you're trying to seduce me.”
Susan laughed. “Huh?” It was a ridiculous idea...
“Aren't you?”
Completely ridiculous! Totally out of the question. No way was she putting the moves on a college boy with his wiry, athletic build, his strong, young hands, or his… “Peter, I am not trying to seduce you.”
“I guess. I mean, I know that, but please, Mrs. Richards, this is difficult...“
“Would you like me to seduce you?”
”What?”
”Is that what you're trying to tell me, Peter?”
“I, yi, yi, yi, YI! I'm going home now. I apologize for what I said. I hope you can forget it, but I'm going home right now.”
“Oh, do you find me that undesirable.”
“Oh, no, Mrs. Richards. I think you’re a total M.I.L.F.. Ah, I mean…”
“I find you very attractive, Peter.”
“What.” Peter stood up, only to find a force field between him and the door. “Mrs. Richards. I can’t do this.”
Then Susan heard someone say, “Peter, I want to sleep with you, right now.” To her shock, that someone was her. And to her shock, that is exactly what happened.