Mary Jane wanted nothing more than she wanted to enjoy a quick nap. Unfortunately, there were only five minutes until the break remained, and she was not in a position to deal with anyone that might decide to use the classroom.
Particularly so she didn't even have her jeans properly on her. Peter was putting them on, but he was having trouble due to her trembling legs. Or not, she realized as he dragged his fingers to her inner thigh playfully, triggering another moan.
He was playing with her. In a way, she enjoyed it greatly. But she had to fix herself before she turned into a total mess. "Stop playing and hurry up, I need to go to the bathroom," she gasped even as she tried to put her bra on, doing her best to ignore the temptation to ask him to carry her to the roof for another session.
She needed to attend the next class.
"As you wish," Peter said as he pulled her jeans up faster, but that didn't prevent him from dragging his fingers on her skin, tempting her for another session.
Unfortunately, her next class was much more vital, so she suppressed her desire for a follow-up temporarily. "You're so bad," she muttered, her voice flickering as she pulled her shirt on. "Now, help me walk," she said.
It wasn't the first time she had received his amazing treatment. Even without trying, she knew that her trembling legs wouldn't be enough to carry her weight.
He hooked his arm around her waist, easily supporting her as they walked. Feeling the heat of his body did nothing to help her to suppress her desires, but that was what she would do.
She was glad that the classes were still ongoing, and the bathroom was just a few dozen feet away. It would have been enough for her to go without coming across anyone…
Unless her luck decided to betray her, but as she stood at the entrance of the bathroom, she realized her luck proved true. She paid a glance toward Peter, afraid he would follow her there.
She didn't want him coming in, because she lacked the strength not to drag him to the nearest stall for a fun encounter.
It made her afraid, because wasn't confident enough that she would be able to hold her voice down, and create a scandal.
And, she doubted that even Spider-Man would be enough to drag her away from a closed room before they got caught.
Luckily — though her desire disagreed vehemently with that word — he limited himself to one last searing kiss. "I have to go, I want to patrol the streets, too keep the crooks on their toes," he whispered and let her walk inside, stumbling forward, kiss-drunk.
MJ walked inside, stumbling toward the closest mirror.
And, her reflection showed that she made the perfect choice for her visit, as her face and her hair were screaming about what she was doing just a few minutes ago. If someone came across them, she would have been enough to turn her into the greatest gossip of the week.
Only her luck prevented that.
However, it turned out that her mental acknowledgment was enough to destroy the charm of her luck, and a familiar face stepped out of one of the stalls.
Felicia Hardy, the beautiful untouchable queen of the school.
It wasn't as bad as it could have been, MJ thought even as she ducked her head to hide her expression. Mary Jane wasn't exactly friendly with her, but then, no one was, as Felicia treated the school even more standoffish than MJ, her family money allowing it to treat as an unfortunate obligation rather than a critical area for networking.
That, and she was snob enough to see gossiping beneath her.
"Hey, MJ. You look 'distressed' today," Felicia murmured as she walked forward with a grace that made her jealous.
They were not friends, but they were familiar enough for her to tease MJ.
"Y-yeah," Mary Jane answered, hating herself for stumbling over her words. Normally, she was much better at coming up with comebacks, but that was under the assumption that her brain didn't turn into mush with pleasure. "I just hit my toe badly."
"Repeatedly, it seems," Felicia said. "You seem like a mess," she added, her concerned voice dry enough not to conceal her mocking tone.
Though, she salaciously curled lips told her it was her intention all along.
Mary Jane felt herself blushing even more. She ducked her head before answering and washing off her lipstick, which had turned into a true mess after Peter's domineering kisses.
Getting rid of the visible signs would help her resist at least slightly.
Felicia didn't miss the opportunity to tease her further. "I wonder what kind of object slammed against you repeatedly…" she said cheerfully. "Oh, sorry, you slammed, to turn into such a mess," Felicia added while she got rid of her makeup.
MJ blushed as she realized that Felicia would come across Peter the moment she walked out. Her situation was bad enough without saying that it was a high school student that was responsible for it.
One that was about to graduate and directly qualify for a doctorate spot, of course, but that was hardly a saving grace for the current situation. His other identity was technically a defense, but one that she couldn't use.
Externally, why she couldn't use it was obvious, as she wasn't as irresponsible to throw around his true identity and make him a target just to avoid some mild inconvenience.
Internally, it wasn't a defense because MJ was right in the middle of giving herself to him while she realized his other identity.
"Oh, it must have been a really solid … pillar … for you to hit if you're reacting like that at its mention," Felicia teased her even more.
"Like you couldn't imagine," MJ found herself muttering. It was a reflexive decision, one that didn't seem like the correct choice if Felicia's widening smirk was any indicator.
"Oh, I wonder who is the stallion who managed to get the attention of our icy queen who never deems to look anyone in the college," Felicia said. "Harry will be devastated to learn he had missed his chance."
"Well, he just has to live with it, then," Mary Jane found herself biting back, remembering one of her more insistent suitors, Harry Osborn, who seemed to think that being a nice guy — or more accurately, not being as big as a jerk he could have been as the heir to one of the biggest companies of the country — somehow entitled him to her romantic attitude.
Though, she didn't need to see Felicia's smile to know that she was always a target of his ineffective understanding of seduction.
"Maybe you can go and console him," Mary Jane retaliated, finally feeling confident enough to answer without her voice trembling now that she got rid of her disturbing makeup and put her hair into a semblance of control.
"Oh, I don't deal with little boys like Harry, not when I have a real man," Felicia said with a shrug.
On that, Mary Jane had no doubt. Felicia was not only rich and extremely beautiful, but she was also smart, and more importantly, wise enough not to fall for a flashy guy. Her boyfriend, regardless of the identity, would be someone impressive.
Just not as impressive as her boyfriend, Mary Jane thought with a sudden victorious smirk. It didn't matter who Felicia was dating. It could never rival her perfect boyfriend, who was not only a genius superhero, but also knew exactly how to take control in the bedroom.
A combination that Mary Jane had no intention of letting slip off her fingers, even though the biggest drawback he presented.
That she had to share him.
"Maybe we should double-date," Mary Jane answered with a smirk, knowing that Felicia would never take that offer. Not that she would have any problem if she did. She had no doubt that she could convince Peter of it.
Especially if she visited a lingerie store to pick a few choice items to help her argument.
Felicia chuckled as she took a step toward the door, and MJ found her gaze drawn to her hips, her tight jeans showing her perfect ass, the kind that was tight enough to even make MJ jealous.
And, considering she had a budding supermodel career, it was a true achievement.
Mary Jane was not a lesbian, certainly not. But Felicia was the kind of girl that tempted her for some college experimentation, especially with her tight top wrapping around her body beautifully.
The way she walked, shaking her hips with a grace that told her she could have easily become a supermodel if she wished — or the greatest stripper the world had ever seen. MJ blamed Peter for the sudden creativity she had found herself suffering under, imagining Felicia on her lap, grinding as she got rid of her leather ensemble.
That thought earned a chuckle from Mary Jane.
Felicia was the last girl to actually walk around wearing leather.
"Oh, that would be a pity. We don't want to shatter the confidence of your boy when he's confronted by a real man," Felicia answered with a knowing smirk.
Mary Jane matched that, enjoying Felicia's confidence. After all, regardless of the identity, of her boyfriend, there was no chance he could match Peter.
No chance at all.