Hello to the people that have enjoyed my writing enough to follow and favorite it. I want to thank you for reading my stuff out of the thousands of other stories that are at your disposal. So, I thank you. Now that I got that out of the way, it is time to give you people what you came for.

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"So, Johnny," I ask with not a small amount of confusion in my voice. "Why did you want to come to poker night with me and my friends again?"

"You have no idea how boring it gets spending all of my time at the Baxter Building," he says. "I love working there and everything, but it can be a bit much after a while. Reed and Victor discussing a new theoretical subatomic particle that might increase the efficiency of the transdimensional portal tether. Sue talking about how to better use specially designed genetic viruses to precision target the defective nucleotides in isolated sections of genetic code contained in the cells of a parakeet. I prefer the idea of cars with mechanical problems and solutions. Not all of that insane mad scientist stuff that the others work with."

"I can understand that as well," I say. "Most of their ideas go way over my head. I am just barely smart enough to understand the simplified versions of their research papers."

"Dude, I tried to listen to them talking once and I wanted to blow my brains out in under give seconds. I could not understand anything that they said except a word every now and then. Words like 'and' and 'the.'"

"Okay," I concede. "I guess that just means that you will be paying for all of our bets tonight. Along with the beer."

"I can handle that," he says with a grin. "Now, let's see if your friends are as weird as you."

"Hey, I am very normal for someone of my intelligence," I say.

"Yeah, right," he says. "You and your whole spider fixation. Everything has to tie to spiders. Even when you made some super grip tires for one of my projects, you christened the car the 'Spider-buggy.'"

"I hope you get a pimple right before your date this Saturday," I say.

"How dare you?!" he says. "You want to ruin this face before a date with an Academy-award winning actress?"

I just laugh at him. He will fit right in at poker night.

--

"Here we are," I say, opening the door of the apartment. "My humble home. My work away from work if you will."

"Isn't the saying home away from home?" Johnny asks.

"Not when you have to stop a fight once a week about who forgot to add milk to the grocery list," I say.

"I resent that comment, Peter," Liz says. She is a beautiful blonde that just had a look that said that she knew she was attractive and could bend you to her will with a wink and a smile. She is still dressed in her typical attire from a day of work. A button-up blouse, jacket, skirt, and a pair of pumps. Throw in a pair of glasses and she would be the sexy secretary personified.

"I do, too," Flash says. Flash is standing off to the side past Liz. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, sweatpants, and tennis shoes. With his outfit, close cropped hair, muscled physique, and rigid posture, he appears every bit the veteran turned high school gym teacher and coach.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say with a grin. "I forgot that I was relegated with the grocery duty after what you all called the Dairy Deal."

"As it should be," Liz says. "So, this is your boss, right? You were right about him being a handsome, dopey, surfer boy."

"Thank you," Johnny says with a grin. His expression zoned out slightly once he actually processed what she said. "Hey!"

All of us just laugh at his affronted expression and make our way to the prepared table for the card game.

"So, what kind of stakes are we playing for here?" Johnny asks. "Fifty dollar minimal bet, hundred dollar?"

"Dude, what do we look like?" Flash asks. "We aren't exactly made of money here."

"Except Liz," I say. "As always she looks like a million bucks."

"Thank you," she says.

"There is also the fact that Alchemax pays Liz an unsightly amount of money to make advantageous business deals," I continue. "If she actually bet any significant amount of cash, we would go bankrupt weekly."

"So, we play penny poker," Liz says.

"Come on," Johnny says. "We need some real stakes."

"We could always play a game of strip poker," Liz says innocently.

"Yes!" Johnny says. "I like where your head is at."

My eyes meet with Flash's in alarm. We instantly start to voice refusals when Liz cuts us off.

"If any of you wins, I will be paying all of the rent for the apartment for the next month," Liz says.

The words die before leaving our mouths. That is a fair chunk of change. But it is not worth my dignity.

"Three months," Liz says.

"Let's play," I say with a grin. Let's hope the Parker luck pulls through for me in the end.

--

Parker luck is horrible. Liz is sitting fully clothed at the table while Johnny and Flash are in boxers. I am slightly better off with at least pants over my underwear. That being said, I am currently without a shirt, shoes, or socks.

"I can't believe that I got hustled," Johnny says. "I have never lost a game that badly before."

"That is why we were trying to stop the game earlier," Flash says. "Liz is a bit of a card shark."

"I didn't expect this when I came to meet some more of your high school friends," Johnny says.

"Who else have you met?" Flash asks.

I am about to steer the conversation to another topic when Johnny reflexively says, "Gwen Stacy." Immediately afternoon he says it, he realizes what he said. "Damn it."

Liz looks at me. "Why is Gwen happening around the Baxter Building?"

"You know how I am buddies with Johnny boy over here?" I ask, starting the stare at the ceiling. "The dynamic is replicated with Gwen and Johnny's sister. Apparently, Gwen finishes up her contract with Oscorp and switched to being Susan Storm's best friend slash lab partner."

"How did I not hear about that? Alchemax would have tried to send me since we went to the same high school," Liz says.

"I don't know," I say. "Sue must have snagged her as she was clearing out her lab or something."

"Pete, are you okay?" Flash asks.

"Oh, I can't believe I didn't ask that," Liz says. "It must not be easy to talk to her."

"It's fine," I say. "I essentially wear a disguise every time that I am at the Baxter Building. She thinks my name is Ben Reilly."

"Pete," Liz says. "Look at me."

I stop gazing aimlessly at the ceiling and I look towards her. Her expression is serious but her face is softened by concern. "Are you okay?"

"Not really," I say. "I hoped that I would be able to just pretend that it wasn't happening, but everything comes rushing back whenever I see her. The pain, the rejection, all of it."

"I think this is our cue to leave, Johnny," Flash says. "We aren't built for this kind of thing."

Flash and Johnny quickly grab their clothes and get dressed again. Flash retreats to his room and Johnny heads out to drive back to the Baxter Building. Soon, it is just me and Liz sitting at the table.

"Pete, talk to me," she says. "I can't help if you won't talk to me."

"I don't think that I want to talk about it," I say. I make a move to stand up and head to my room but Liz pushes me back into the chair.

"We aren't going to just brush this off, Peter," she says. "You need to confront this. How are you feeling after seeing Gwen?"

"I feel lost at sea," I say. There is no escaping this, so I might as well be honest. "I don't know where I will find salvation. All I know is that I can't see the horizon. Everything is like a storm of memory. When were friends. When we weren't. When we were pretending that we weren't ignoring the massive elephant in the room for junior and senior year. When I was acting like she didn't exist. All of it swirling through my mind at once. I feel like I am going to drown."

"Pete, you know that you can lean on me if you need to," Liz says. "I am always going to be here for you."

"I can always count on you," I say. "I have known that since all of the horrible that happened due to the senior prom."

"You are not the only person with some bitter memories about that," Liz says.

"Did the guy that you wanted to go with never ask you?" I ask, starting to get out of my funk a little. "I don't remember you dating anyone at the time."

"There was one guy that I liked, but he didn't ask me," Liz says. For one of the few times that I knew her, she sounds a little vulnerable. "I was hoping that he would notice that I liked him, but he asked another girl."

"Who was it?" I ask. "I can't think of any guy that you interacted much besides me."

Liz just sighs and starts to walk away. I rush up and grab her wrist turning her around. As I look at her, I see anger and sadness playing in her eyes. "Come on," I say. "I am right here. Talk to me."

Before I can even think, she leans forward and kisses me. Right about then, my brain proceeds to shut off.

Once my brain begins to function properly, the first thing that I feel is Liz's soft lips against mine. She is leaning into me with her eyes closed.

As I stand there, I feel all of the worries and pain from my past float away. I can't believe that I didn't see it before. She is always there for me. Now, I can finally be there for her.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in closer. She gives a small squeak of surprise when I start to participate in the kiss. Once her initial shock has passed, she wraps her arms around my neck and deepens the kiss.

For a while, we just stand there, holding each other as we share a kiss that was years in the making. We have finally come together and the moment is that much better.

As time goes on, my hands act almost independently from me and slide down until they are cupping her ass. Without conscious thought, I squeeze the two globes, eliciting a moan from Liz.

This triggers a shift in the moment. Before it was brimming with sweet emotion. Now, it is charged with fiery need that ignites something in both of us. As my hands knead her plump derrière, her hands slide down my chest, feeling the contours of my muscles. We have devolved into a competition to see which of us can break the other down first.

She tried to gain a leg up by running her hand over my clothed erection. Not one to be outdone, I move my left hand to begin fondling her right breast. Even through multiple layers, the action causes Liz to give a groan of pleasure. This is only the first part. My other hand has slipped under her skirt and glides over her panty-clad slit. I graze it with feather light touches that cause her to add an additional flood of juices to her already moist crotch as she comes from the stimulation.

I end the kiss and lean over to her ear. "Is that all you've got?" I ask in a teasing voice.

She replies in a breathy voice, "Not on your life."

--

Lemon Starts

We slam the door of my room shut as we are making out. My left hand is cupping her firm ass as her legs wrap around my waist. My hand is curled in her hair, pulling her as deep into the kiss as possible. We spin before dropping onto the bed with me on my back and Liz straddling me.

As we kiss, I start to pull off her clothes. After she sees what I am doing, she starts to help as well. Her suit jacket is pretty quick to remove. Her blouse is given a bit more time. I start to migrate my kisses from her mouth to down the curve of her neck. She grips my hair as she arches her neck to give me a better target.

I start to unbutton her blouse, kissing the skin as it is revealed. I make my way down her collarbone and towards her slowly exposed cleavage. I cover every inch of her heavenly orbs visible outside of her bra with my attention. I move past them to her toned stomach before pulling off her shirt after a final kiss to her belly button that made her giggle. She unzips her skirt before taking it off, tossing it aside along with her shoes.

Now, she is sitting on me in only a matching pair of scarlet underwear. She seems a little self conscious until I pull her to me and give her a searing kiss. Once I pull back, I say, "You have never looked hotter than you do right now."

With a small blush dusting her cheeks, she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, releasing the twin works of nature. Dropping her bra onto the ground, she slips off her panties before throwing them aside as well.

"I stand corrected," I say. "This is the greatest thing that I have ever seen."

"Well, I never said you had to just look," she said. "You do get to touch."

I am already moving forward when Liz stops me. "You aren't exactly ready yet, are you?" she asks with a mischievous smile on her face.

She slides back before unbuttoning my pants. She pulls down my pants and boxers at the same time to release my almost painfully hard member from its cloth prison.

"I am glad that you are already ready for me, Pete," she says as she looks at my erect appendage. She strokes it a few times, making me even more aroused than I already was. "Are you ready to be inside of me?" she asks in a lusty voice.

It is all that I can do to nod as an answer to this seductive vision of beauty that is right before me. She crawls sexily back up onto me and straddles me. She lifts her body up a bit and grabs a hold of my dick. She runs her fingers in it, gently grazing her fingernails along my length in a way that almost has me spinning her onto the bed and taking her. Before I inevitably lose control, she lines me up with her wet tunnel and drops down onto me.

When she took me in, I hit a barrier and shot through it. As I did, Liz let out a cry of pain. Once she stops, I ask, "Liz, are you okay?"

"I am fine," she says, her voice obviously pained. "It just hurts a little on a girl's first time is all."

"Wait, you are a virgin?" I ask.

"Yep," she says. "I was saving it for you. Could we hold off for a second?"

"Of course," I say. I just pull her into a kiss as she gets used to me. I use this time to massage her perky chest and give her a little pleasure to offset the pain of breaking her hymen.

After a few minutes, she looks me in the eyes and says, "I'm ready."

She starts to slowly pull herself up before dropping back down. I can barley focus due to the way that her walls are caressing every inch of me, gripping and rubbing in a way that lights up my my body in a way that I have never felt anything even close to it before.

Liz releases a sharp pant whenever she lowers herself back down, keeping up a slow rhythm that begins to build in speed. Her breasts bounce along with her, hypnotizing with the way that they move. Her sweat causes them to glisten, their red areoles capped with hard nipples that are practically beckoning me to taste them.

Liz gives a moan as I lavish attention to her breasts, sucking on one while reading the other one with a skilled show of finger dexterity. She pulls me in deeper to give my undivided attention to her assets while she pleasures me as well.

The sound of flesh clapping together echoes through the room, punctuated by the breathy moans I am able to draw from Liz. I decide that I have been a bit to much of a passive player in the main event, so I decide to give the last leg of our first time my all.

I flip us so that Liz is lying on her back and I am leaning over her. Surprise and arousal are the two main emotions that I see in her eyes.

"You have been doing all of the work so far," I say. "How about I take you the rest of the way."

"You sure that you can do that?" Liz asks in a sultry voice. "I am a lot of woman after all."

"I want your first time to be special," I say. "I have to give you at least a little effort."

I place a kiss on her lips as I begin to thrust forward. She groans into my lips as I send thrust after thrust into her, her body shaking with the force of my movements. I keep up a high pace because I can feel that I am reaching my peel and I can tell that she is as well.

I maintain my rhythm, Liz becoming a moaning mess beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Her walls are massaging me, trying to pull me deeper every time I push in and trying to hold me in every time I pull out. Liz wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as she holds on through the experience.

"I am getting close," I say, my voice barely in control as I do my best to delay my release so that it coincides with Liz's. I might be able to make more time by slowing down, but the why that Liz feels around me as I give her my all is way too good to ruin by going slower.

"So am I," she says. "Keep, going, Pete. Fill, me up. I, need this, so much." Her words were interspersed with pants and moans that made it harder for her to speak, but I got the message.

"What about you getting pregnant?" I ask. Strangely, the idea of making a family with Liz drastically reduces the time that I have left before release.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she says. "Give me everything that you have."

Mere moments after she says that she hits her climax with a scream of, "I'MM CUUMMMINNG!"

Her walls contract around me accompanied with a flood of juices that lubricates me and allows for me to actually go even faster as I hit my own end.

I am able to keep thrusting despite the death grip that Liz's walls have on me as I fire off my load. Rope after rope of cum fills her as I attempt to heighten the moment for as much as I can. Once I am practically empty, I collapse to the side. Liz follows with me since she is still wrapped around my body.

We just lie there on my bed, taking deep breaths as our sweaty bodies are molded to one another. I haven't even bothered to remove my dick from inside of Liz, as it is serving to keep my gift inside of her.

I wrap my one arm around Liz's back and use my free hand to stroke her hair as she rests her tired head on my chest. "That was amazing," she says finally after we have caught our breath from our strenuous activity.

"I am more partial to spectacular," I say with a grin.

"You weren't that great," Liz says with a small laugh as she snuggles into my chest. "I have been waiting for that for years."

"I hope it was worth the wait," I say.

"Definitely," she says with a content sigh. "Do you want to go to sleep or fit in another round?"

I am already starting to harden inside of her before she finishes the question. More of the goddess that I have just experienced? There is not way that I could say no.

I don't even bother to answer her. I just flip her back onto the bed and resume pounding into her snug passage to Liz's moaning amusement.

It is pretty safe to say that we probably won't sleep all that much tonight.

Lemon End

--

The Collector watches his crystal screen and see that his new pastime has borne fruit.

"Oh, exciting," the Collector says with a grin. "Not even that far in my plans and he has already tasted the fruits the multiverse has to offer. I can't say that I was expecting the roommate first. Goes to show, there are always surprises, even for an elder of the universe. I wonder if this is why the Grandmaster loves his games so much."

With the thoughts of how his little experiment will grow and change, the Collector begins to look through his collection to explore the possibilities ahead.

--

Once Liz and I wake up from our glorious night, we get dressed up in some comfortable clothes for a chill morning, probably going to be filled with tv shows and cuddling.

We are having a breakfast of cereal and orange juice when Flash comes out of his room and seems uncomfortable when looking in our direction. He seems to be deliberately looking in any direction by ours.

I look at myself. I am wearing a white t-shirt and some pajama bottoms. I glance at Liz and see that she is wearing one of my button-up shirts and some shorts. Nothing that different from our usual weekend attire.

Liz picks up on Flash's avoidance as well. "What's up, Flash? Something seems to be bothering you."

"I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night," he says. "Apparently, the walls of the apartment don't keep out a whole lot of the noise that one would wish they did."

"That doesn't really tell us anything," I say. "What kept you up?"

"I was sleeping pretty well at first," he says. "But then I got woken up by some... unpleasant sounds."

We signal for him to go on. When he doesn't, I just say, "Give us an example."

"One of the things that springs to mind is hearing Liz shout, 'Oh, Peter, you are going so deep' and screaming, 'You fill me up so much, Pete.'"

The color drains from Liz's face and I know that the same thing happened to me. We didn't even think about Flash overhearing us. This is the most awkward thing that I have ever experienced.

"Just let me know ahead of time when you guys need the apartment for the night," Flash says. "I don't need to hear a sequel."

Now our faces are flared red from the blushes that are now very much present.

"Thank god, you guys finally got around to it though," Flash says. "I expected you guys to get together years ago."

Liz has long since covered her face in her hands. I just drop my head on the table. So, this is what hell feels like.

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There we go. Another chapter finished and published. So far, this is my longest to date at four thousand plus words.

I don't know how well I did on the lemon scene since this is the first one that I have written in any of my stories. If you can, give some feedback so I can make any in the future better.

In case you are wondering about the whole angsts thing with Pete at the end of the poker game, I just needed to come up with some kind of emotional moment to get Liz and Pete together. I hope it wasn't too out of character.

As always, I am open to reviews. They are always welcome since they give me a response showing I am doing something right. If you have enjoyed the story, favorite and follow. Until next time.