On any given day, one could look up at the New York sky, and have a chance of spotting any of the city's super powered residents. It was not uncommon to spot Iron Man. Every so often, the Quinjet could be seen. In Queens, spotting Spider-Man was a daily occurrence.
Today however, any reporter would have loved to have snapped a photo of what New York was beholden to today: Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, wrapped suggestively around the back of a flustered Spider-Man. He desperately tried to ignore Felicia's delicate, and roaming, hand over his body.
He didn't intend to meet up with her. Honest. Felicia's line snapped in a fight with the Rhino, and she needed a ride home. He was just helping out a friend.
Peter hoped that he really was the only one who took photos of Spider-Man; he didn't want to explain to Mary-Jane why Felicia was nibbling on his shoulder. Something which he had already complained to her was dangerous for both of them.
Finally, the two found themselves near an abandoned warehouse, Felicia's current home base. Peter didn't go in. He really didn't feel like arguing with her about her lapses into thievery. Besides, she had this thing about trying to seduce him, which always worsened whenever she managed to get him alone in a building. At least outside, he could escape if need be.
Felicia walked away, her supple behind swaying with her steps. Despite Peter's best attempts, he found himself looking. At times like this, he was glad his mask covered his eyes.
Still, Felicia was not blind. When Peter raised his head ever so slightly, she knew where he had been staring. She turned her head at him.
"Got something on your mind, Spider? Me, perhaps?" Felicia allowed her lust to flow into her voice.
Peter knew what she was doing, but embarrassed that he had been noticed, he changed the subject.
"Uh… What did you to say to Mary-Jane when you saw her?"
Felicia froze. She had tried hard to push those thoughts out of her head, leaving them for whenever Mary-Jane decided to call. There was no use in worrying, especially when she was out and about. Mary-Jane had said she needed a week, and Felicia was trying her best to respect that. But's it's been more than that now, she thought sadly.
"Nothing," she replied. "Why? What did she say?" Felicia tried to keep her voice cool, but Peter wasn't buying it.
"What did you say, Felicia?" he pressed, becoming annoyed. "I swear, if you did anything to ruin my relationship with MJ—"
Felicia sighed. "Really, Spider? I'm jealous I can't have you, I'll admit that, but I'm not a home wrecker." Sort of, she thought. "It was just girl talk. You know, embarrassing stuff."
Peter suddenly became silent, his irritation vanishing. "… I don't want to hear the rest of this, do I?"
"Do you like fluids?" Felicia asked.
Peter shook his head and covered his ears, acting in playful disgust.
"Good boy," Felicia said.
"Woof," he chirped. She couldn't help but laugh.
"Thanks Spider," she quipped. "I'll see you around. Thanks for the ride."
"Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, at your service," he replied, before shooting a web line at the nearest building. She wove him goodbye, and soon he vanished into the city.
As she stepped inside the warehouse, Felicia grabbed her suit's zipper, which was hanging out underneath her belly button. She pulled it down, and stepped out of her outfit. Because it hugged her skin so tightly, the suit left no room for undergarments; she was naked under it, a fact which she was sure Peter noticed. Her large breasts appreciated being free of their confines, and her hips were free to sway, unrestricted by latex.
It was cold in the building, but it didn't bother her any. Absent-mindedly, her hand trailed to the area just below her stomach, to caress the heart-shaped Spider-Man tattoo that she would never, ever remove. It was her favorite.
Making her way to the dresser, which she "borrowed" from some local crime bosses, she pulled out her best bustier, and a black thong. With some matching leather pants and a killer jacket, she was nearly ready to head out.
In the past, she would have needed to remove a wig—but she had long since dyed her hair, her hair everywhere, platinum blonde. A quick lookover in the mirror next to the dresser confirmed that.
Felicia looked good. But she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to talk to Mary-Jane.
Mary-Jane shivered. This guy's hands are colder than Peter's after he's done a patrol in a blizzard. That was the problem—when it's winter in New York, it is also winter.
"Now pout for the camera," Frando said, snapping pictures furiously. She puckered her lips, moving her bare chest towards the camera, her breasts fully covered by the male actor's hands. She once asked if Peter could do this; she was never fully comfortable with even respected male actors touching her. Sadly, they didn't let him.
This shoot was for a magazine called Maxium, and the theme, supposedly, was "Sexy co-Stars." An original idea, Mary-Jane mused. Michael, the male actor, was a new face in a movie Mary-Jane had just finished shooting. He had been nervous about a semi-nude shoot. They had props to hide the most explicit stuff, but it had taken a good ten minutes to talk him out of his underwear, and then another three to get him to use his hands to cover her breasts. Mary-Jane didn't mind; it had taken her a long time to get used to that at the beginning of her career.
Despite playing a ladies' man in the movie, Michael had a difficult time speaking to girls in real life. Mary-Jane found it cute. He was constantly asking if "Mr. Parker" would get mad seeing the photos.
"I'm sure you'll know if he is," she teased. Peter and Mary-Jane were very secure in their relationship. She wasn't worried, and neither was he. Still, she found it amusing to imagine Spider-Man stalking a celebrity and webbing him to the side of his house.
"Okay, we're done!" Frando said. Mary-Jane quickly grabbed the white robe the photographer's intern handed her, and then made her way to Frando's table, where the photos were being uploaded to the computer.
Secure as they were, Peter had still been uneasy about her movie's racy sex scene. But he understood that work was work, and in the end, he knew that Mary-Jane never went beyond what she had to or was comfortable with.
It's nice to have my husband's implicit trust, she thought. He deserves nothing less from me.
She loved her marriage. And yet, she again thought of Felicia, for what seemed like the millionth time. She could not stop thinking about that day. Or that kiss.
She had liked it. She had really liked it. It had taken her two days to admit to herself that she'd make out with Felicia regularly if she was single. Or if she was in a three-way relationship. Her strawberry taste lingered in her mind. Her breasts, big and soft and perfect, pressed up against her…
She shivered, and gasped when she realized she was getting turned on by the idea. She shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts, and focused on the task at hand.
"I like this one, Frando," she said, looking through the roll of photos on the screen. The photographer took note: it was s picture where Michael was holding her chest to chest, showing plenty of side boob but no nipple, his hand pulling her thigh up and across his pelvis. His strong eyes looked down at his true love, while she was facing the camera, biting her lip and nuzzling his chiseled body.
"Sexy, kitten," Mary-Jane heard from behind. She froze, then turned around to see a platinum blonde woman, dressed in attire that was not appropriate for winter. Skin tight pants, a white bustier that increased the presence of her already impressive bust, itself covered by a silver fur-lined (what else?) leather jacket.
"Felicia? How did you get in here?" Mary-Jane asked. First my number, and now she shows up at work?
Frando looked her up and down. "Need me to call security?"
"Would it help?" Felicia said, unimpressed. Mary-Jane chuckled.
"No, it's alright. Frando. She's a friend, not a stalker."
"Yeah," Felicia said, coming in close to Mary-Jane and slipping a hand into her robe, giving one of her breasts a good squeeze, and smirking when she let out a gasp. "I'm her lover," she teased.
"Felicia!" Mary-Jane said, pulling her hand out. Felicia giggled, but Mary-Jane scowled at her. She saw everyone staring at them. She had to draw the line, right now.
"That's enough. Don't do that again. I don't need rumors spread around about me."
"Sorry," Felicia said, her apology clearly insincere. "Got somewhere we can talk? Privately, I mean."
Mary-Jane took a deep breath, and looked at Frando, who seemed worried. "Yeah, my dressing room."
"Great. Lead the way, kitten."
Mary-Jane turned and started walking, noticing Felicia trailing a little behind, looking at her walk. She smiled with some satisfaction, happy that she was impressive to both sexes, and especially to a woman who could rival her in looks. She popped her butt a little more with each step, as she walked down the hallway to her dressing room.
Suddenly, Mary-Jane had an idea. An awful, dirty, wonderful idea. She motioned for Felicia to wait for her in the dressing room, and then rushed back to Frando.
"Frando?" she said.
"Want me to call the police?" he immediately asked. Mary-Jane shook her head, smiling.
"Would you mind waiting for a private shoot later?"
Frando's brow perked up, and in a moment of clarity, he understood. Mr. Parker was a lucky man. This was the third time he'd been asked to help with Mary-Jane's presents for her husband. She was smart enough to ask for the cards afterward, but he didn't mind; she usually bought him a fantastic dinner date with Dante, in exchange.
And, Mr. Parker always sent him his best regards.
"I believe I have enough memory for a few more photos. But don't make me wait too long. You know how Dante gets when I'm late. You owe me again!"
"Thank you, Frando. Just name the restaurant," she replied.
Frando smiled. He knew exactly the place.
Felicia sat on the couch in the dressing room, waiting for Mary-Jane to return. It was plush, simple, but boring. Not like the leather one she had in her hideout. Hell, even the La-Z-Boy Peter and Mary-Jane had was better.
She was a little worried, and began to second-guess herself. Maybe showing up like this was a bad idea. Maybe she should have just let Mary-Jane call her, like she said she would.
Why did I come here? Felicia sighed and looked around the room.
She hadn't been lying, the night on the roof. She had found her attraction to Mary-Jane slowly creeping up on her. She realized it one night, when she was having a very hot dream of Peter working her from behind. As her fingers rubbed her stuffed pussy, she felt a hand wrap around her. A feminine hand, ringed, and as Felicia opened her eyes, Red had replaced Spider, stuffing her with a black dildo. Peter had moved to her head, smacking her gently across her lips with his impressive length. She said nothing, instead greedily accepting him as she plunged him into her inviting mouth.
She couldn't do anything but moan, as they both pummeled her, Mary-Jane's hand helping her rub her own little clit, her other hand on her thigh, pulling as she pushed every single inch of that black dildo into Felicia. Her moans grew louder and louder, until…
When her eyes popped open with her own orgasm, Felicia found her fingers deep inside her, and her pussy on fire. She had laid in her bed for what felt like forever. Her orgasm faded, and her throat cleared, and when it was all done, Felicia found her heart weary, and tears streaming down her face.
Fuck. Fuck! Why did it have to be Mary-Jane?! Felicia had tossed and turned in her own sweat and fluids, before deciding to take a shower. She had cried to herself, then. It was already painful enough to hang around Peter without being able to do more than tease him. But now, she would have to completely hold in her ravenous appetite for the sultry red head too.
And even that was getting harder and harder, since Felicia seemed to be diving deeper and deeper into her three-way fantasy. Her masturbation sessions had become so intense, she sometimes had visions of them both.
She had to get Mary-Jane to try on a maid outfit sometime. Peter had to take her upside down on the ceiling sometime.
Somewhere in it all, she had come to the decision. She could not handle it anymore. She needed to get in. Back in with Peter, in with Red.
She had fought over how to go about it for days. Mary-Jane was not going to be easily seduced like Peter was. She'd be loyal to him, and before the conversation, she had never indicated that she'd be interested in a relationship with Felicia.
It was like trying to solve a puzzle, when you threw away all the edge pieces, flipped it over so you could assemble it only on the brown cardboard side, and without having seen the picture to begin with.
Felicia had finally settled on the direct approach. Tell Mary-Jane. Show her. It'll work out.
She hoped.
"Felicia?" Mary-Jane said, as she walked into her dressing room. Her words brought Felicia back to the present. "I thought I said I'd call you."
Felicia quickly withdrew her hands from her jeans. Bad Cat. There'll be time for that later. Hearing Mary-Jane's tone made Felicia's face flush, and she found herself twiddling her thumbs in embarrassment.
"I… got worried," Felicia said honestly. "We haven't even talked in the past week."
"Felicia." Mary-Jane had, in fact, come to a decision. A horrible, wonderful decision.
"Mary-Jane, wait-"
"I'm okay with the idea," Mary-Jane said.
Felicia's heart caught in her throat when she heard Mary-Jane's answer. For a moment, she couldn't say anything, and she just looked at the redhead with her mouth open. Mary-Jane strode over and sat down next to Felicia, smiling as she saw her reaction. Mary-Jane had to admit—Felicia was awfully cute when she was shocked.
"Really? I mean… Really?" Felicia felt like her happiness would burst out of her chest. She found herself second-guessing Mary-Jane's response, even as much as she wanted it.
"A-are you sure? I'd hate to make you uncomfo-"
"Oh, be quiet Felicia," said Mary-Jane, as she moved in towards the platinum-haired vixen for a kiss. Mary-Jane leaned in and pressed her soft lips gently against hers. Felicia sighed and let her lips part, allowing Mary-Jane to poke at her mouth with her tongue. She was rewarded for her effort, as she felt Mary-Jane wrap her arms around her, pulling her in closer. For a quiet moment, there was nothing but the gentle moaning of two attractive women as they shared a long-anticipated kiss.
Mary-Jane finally pulled away, and Felicia allowed herself a true sigh of relief. She pulled Mary-Jane into a hug, pressing her face into the other woman's shoulder. Mary-Jane returned the physical gesture.
"Thank you, Mary-Jane," Felicia said, a trace of joy entering her voice. "Thanks for believing me."
"Yeah," Mary-Jane said after a moment. She felt strange, realizing the line she had just crossed. Even if she trusted Felicia, that didn't mean they were completely set and ready to explore each other. This was just the first step. Felicia seemed to pick up on her worry, cocking her head and lifting her chin, so that they were face-to-face.
"What's wrong, kitten?"
"There's just… so much to this," Mary-Jane said. "I'm not sure where to begin. I don't want to go too fast." Mary-Jane reached over and took a strand of Felicia's hair. "We still need to get Peter to say yes, you know."
Felicia laughed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed her usual sexy self to surface. "That'll be easy, kitten. We both know what he likes." She winked at Mary-Jane. "One steamy little night, and we could get him to sell his soul to us."
Mary-Jane blushed, a belated smile appearing on her face. Already she was finding things in common with her new lover; she had been thinking the same thing.
"I think you're right. Speaking of which… I have an idea. How about we give Peter a little present? Something to mark… this occasion, if you will."
Felicia sat back on the couch, stretching her long legs. "A present? What do you have in mind?"
Mary-Jane winked at Felicia. "Have you ever wanted to be a model?"
Frando was prepared. By the time Mary-Jane had Felicia in robe, he'd already reset the lighting and had replaced the movie's background with a simple white backdrop, and had lined the floor with soft fur. As the two women walked out of the dressing room, they looked over the setup, which was complete with an elegant wooden box that match the décor.
Still, no setup could ever compare to the women themselves, clad only in the white robes, and nothing else. Amazingly, Felicia felt far more reserved about the upcoming shoot than Mary-Jane did, despite usually being the one far more comfortable showing skin.
Maybe it's because I'm doing it as Felicia, rather than the Cat, she thought to herself. Mary-Jane, for her part, was a supermodel for a living. At least this time she had a partner she wanted to be with. And a gorgeous one too, she thought.
Felicia's long platinum blonde hair was let loose now, drifting all the way down to her supple behind. She was happy to borrow Mary-Jane's robe. It was silky, and soft, and oh so smooth and comfortable against her skin.
Mary-Jane's hair reached down to her breasts. She tied her robe over them with a soft knot, before calling out to Frando.
"Mary-Jane, honey, darling," he began, "we have forty-five minutes before Dante arrives. I'll leave you the card, and you can print what you want later, if we take too long, okay?"
"That's fine. Thanks for doing this, Frando."
"I do it for a seat at Eleven Madison Park, dear."
Mary-Jane gasped, knowing the exclusivity of the restaurant. Even she had not been there yet. Now she'd have to pay him for it.
"Eleven Madison Park?" Felicia said, also recognizing the name. "I can't even get in to bus there," she commented.
"It pays to be Frando!" He said cheerily. "I'll bill you later, Mary-Jane. Now, we are on a time frame here, yes?"
Felicia perked up, and turned towards Mary-Jane, her face beginning to flush.
"Your friend, she's a pro?"
"Nope," Mary-Jane said. "First time."
Frando walked over to Felicia, and opened her robe a little, looking her over until Felicia batted him away.
"She could be! What a wonderful body you have, it's a shame you don't model. What a waste!"
"I'll pass. This time is a huge exception." Felicia didn't relish the thought of having her face plastered everywhere. It was dangerous in her line of work. Plus, she liked her privacy.
"Suit yourself. I'll make this count then," Frando said. He waved to Mary-Jane, who nodded and brought Felicia to the middle. Mary-Jane tugged at the knot binding Felicia's robe, and Felicia did nothing as the robe fell away, exposing her naked body to Mary-Jane. Frando wasted no time, snapping shots furiously.
"Mary-Jane darling, this is why I don't like amateurs," he huffed. "All the sexual energy is gone. She's awkward. How can she look sexy when she looks scared?"
Felicia blushed, finding her usual sexiness gone again. It wasn't that she was scared, exactly. But she was nervous. She was completely nude in front of the woman she had fantasized about for weeks.
Mary-Jane looked at Felicia, and lowered her face to hers, touching her forehead. "Relax, Felicia. We'll make this work." She moved Felicia's hand onto her own robe's knot. "Now, think sexy, like you usually do. Peter will notice a mopey Cat. Even if you are naked with his wife."
Felicia needed no further coaching. She's right. She'd already been accepted. Now they just needed to get Peter to join. The hard part was done. The rest, she could handle.
The Cat was back. Felicia tugged at Mary-Jane's knot, a devious smile on her face as Mary-Jane's robe fell away. Her large breasts were now fully exposed, her areola as red as the hair on her head. Mary-Jane wrapped her arms gently around Felicia's neck, and trailed her fingers down Felicia's neck.
As the camera snapped endlessly, Mary-Jane kissed Felicia's neck. She returned the favor, gently biting Mary-Jane's skin. The photographer moved his lens closer, snapping pictures of Mary-Jane's beautifully-sculpted ass, just as Felicia reached down to give it a hard squeeze. Mary-Jane bit her lip, and looked at the camera. Felicia looked also, opting to bite her finger instead. As the camera moved to the side, their lust filled eyes followed the camera. Taking Mary-Jane's cue, Felicia and she switched positions, the same set of pictures taken again.
"There we go. Give Mr. Parker lots of love. Sexy! What do you say, Mary-Jane? Warmed up yet?"
"Very," she said, pulling Felicia into her lap, her arms spread wide, breasts exposed, and thighs pried apart.
"Mary-Jane?!" Felicia said, surprised by how much the redhead was controlling the situation. Normally she took the lead with her partners!
The camera snapped. Felicia could not help it; she moaned, as a heat in her loins began to ignite. Her pussy began to dampen as Mary-Jane ran her hands up her milky white thighs. Up her waist. Up onto her breasts. Mary-Jane traced small rings around Felicia's nipples, causing the woman to moan again. Felicia hooked an arm around Mary-Jane's neck, as the redhead began to plant delicate kisses onto her breasts.
"Give her a chance, too," Frando said. Mary-Jane nodded, and pushed away from Felicia, who let out a sigh of discomfort. Come back, kitten! She was beyond aroused now, but they weren't alone, so she'd have to hold herself together for a little bit longer.
I'm going to make you pay for this later, Red!
Mary-Jane stood up on the white box, and offered one of her legs to Felicia. The other woman nodded, and she began to leave a trail of wet kisses on her thigh. The camera snapped away. Mary-Jane pulled Felicia up onto the box, and then pressed her body against Felicia's, their heavy breasts squishing against each other's.
The camera snapped away, preserving their eroticism forever. Mary-Jane motioned for Felicia to move behind her; Felicia didn't need to be told twice. Taking her cue, Felicia pressed her body up behind Mary-Jane's, then moved her hands up her waist until she was cupping Mary-Jane's breasts. It was the same pose she and the male actor had just done for the magazine cover. But this time, Mary-Jane had nothing to hide, and so reaching her arms up and around Felicia's head, Mary-Jane displayed her voluptuous breasts to the camera.
Her alabaster nipples hardening from the intimacy of the shoot, Felicia began to lose her shyness. Turning Mary-Jane around, she kissed her neck, and fondled her breasts tightly, eliciting a moan from Mary-Jane. She ran her hands down Mary-Jane's back, and Felicia gasped at the sight of a very familiar tattoo on the small of her back.
"When did you see me naked?" Felicia asked, smiling.
"It happens to be very popular, I'm told," Mary-Jane responded.
The two sat side to side, bringing their bare pussies to the camera when instructed. Felicia fought hard not to allow herself to drip. How the hell does she do this for a living?! I'd have to finger myself between rolls if it was me.
"Mary-Jane, I'm on my last shots," Frando said. "You got something special you want?"
Usually, Mary-Jane had her fingers inside her for a finale. Peter loved those. This time, Mary-Jane looked at Felicia, ideas flying in her mind. But Felicia beat her to the punch.
"Kitten, let me finish this for you," she cooed. Felicia then pulled Mary-Jane down with her, so that both of their pussies were exposed to the camera, Felicia's ample ass high in the air. Mary-Jane grabbed Felicia by the thigh, and moved Felicia's pussy to her own, positioning themselves in a classic lesbian sixty-nine.
"Kinky," Mary-Jane said. "I'm sure he'll love that." The camera snapped.
Felicia was in a heightened state of arousal. The Cat was in heat, if you will. She could barely hear Mary-Jane words. All she knew was that there was a red delicacy, a red treasure, in front of her, and it was one she wanted more of. She summoned whatever self-control she had left to listen to Mary-Jane.
I swear Red, I'm going to fuck you so good after this.
"What did you say, Mary-Jane?" Felicia panted, her eyes glazed over.
"Give my pussy a kiss," Mary-Jane replied.
Felicia nodded, overwhelmed by the kindness of Mary-Jane's gift. Eyeing the camera with lust that could not be faked, she kissed the top of Mary-Jane's pussy, just on the hood of her clit. Snap. Mary-Jane twitched in pleasure. Felicia let her tongue graze her, which made Mary-Jane's toes curl. Snap.
Mary-Jane reached up, her hands gripping Felicia's ass, and she gave Felicia's pussy a kiss, right on her pretty labia. Snap. Her own tongue darted up, and she gave her blonde partner a full lick, causing Felicia to yelp. Snap.
"One last shot!" called Frando. "Same pose?"
"No!" Felicia said, a little too quickly. She looked at Mary-Jane, as she dismounted. "There's one picture I would like. Something I've always wanted to try with you."
Mary-Jane did not ask, but simply followed Felicia's instructions. For this last picture, they intertwined their legs together, until their pussies were touching. Breasts pressed together, hands entrenched in each other's hair, they shared one last kiss for the camera as they scissored each other.
Snap. Memory card full.
It took some effort—admittedly, a lot of effort—but Mary-Jane managed to pry Felicia off her. The two sat on the floor of the set, Felicia trying her best to calm herself down, and failing miserably. Her breathing came hard and fast, and her pussy was positively dripping. Mary-Jane, far more experienced, was only slightly wet from Felicia's excessive kissing, though no less aroused.
"Okay, Mrs. Parker," Frando said, plugging the memory card into the computer. He scanned the shots quickly, and printed them all, nearly sixty in total.
"Mr. Parker okay with this? If I remember, he's more straight-laced than a priest sometimes."
"She's his ex. Just thought he'd like it," Mary-Jane said with a smile.
"Oh hoh!" Frando replied, his eyes glinting. He grabbed the memory card again, and handed it to Mary-Jane. "I didn't think you had it in you! Dante and I could learn something from you!"
Mary-Jane looked at Felicia, who was still sitting and breathing heavily. The poor girl looked like her brain had melted.
Frando packed his gear, leaving the set as is. There was another shoot tomorrow, and there was no sense in cleaning it up now.
"Okay, Mary-Jane dear, see you later. Give Mr. Parker my regards!"
"I will," she replied. "Peter will love this, he'll be happy to. Say hi to Dante for me." She winked at Frando, who waved them off.
Mary-Jane walked over to Felicia, and pulled her up to her feet.
"Felicia, come on. Let's go get changed," she said.
That quickly turned out to be the best mistake she ever made.
To be continued...