They walked towards her chemistry classroom in silence.
Weirdly, Mary Jane was enjoying the said silence a lot. It was a welcome change from the other men, desperate in their attempts to fill the silence with incessant chatter, like they were afraid of her forgetting their presence, though it rarely worked as intended, as their juvenile insecurity made her cool of them rather quickly. It was ironic that Peter was younger than them by a few years, yet displayed a sense of calm maturity.
Ideally, she should have continued in silence until the class, but an impulse struck her, and she reached for his hand, his heat calming and exciting at the same time. A part of her was afraid that he would pull it away, something she was afraid to be conveyed in the firmness of her fingers, but if he noticed, he didn't bother to comment on it. So, they traversed the corridors in silence, their view sending the gossip mill overdrive.
When they arrived at the class, Mary Jane dropped her homework in the appropriate box, and was about to take her usual seat on the first line of the class. She had enough trouble following the class without the distractions from the others. But Peter had a different idea, because he tightened his fingers around hers and dragged her towards the far end of the class, to a seat conveniently hidden by a structural beam.
"It would be better if I don't get noticed, since I'm auditing," he explained.
Mary Jane would have liked to argue that it wouldn't be trouble for the professor Connors, but the professor chose that exact moment to enter the class. Mary Jane took the seat. It wasn't important enough to earn the ire of the professor of a class that she was edging on failure. Though, only after the class started, she realized that if he was trying to hide from the professor, maybe he should have sat on the concealed seat.
At that moment, Peter turned at her with a smoldering expression, and Mary Jane realized he had ulterior motives picking up that exact seat. Destroying that plan didn't require much from her side. She just needed to change her seat. An emphatic no would probably work just as well. Of course, both of those things required for her to be able to move.
But she was motionless, drowning in a sea of anticipation.
Recognizing her demeanor, his smile grew wider as his fingers landed on her thigh, gently caressing in a way that made her both thank and curse the fact that she chose to wear jeans rather than a skirt, especially a loose one that would allow direct access to his magical fingers, somehow managing to set her skin on fire with the barest of touch. To make things even more interesting, he had a pen in his right hand, occasionally scribbling notes on her notebook.
She had assumed that it was a part of his disguise, not expecting him to actually follow the lesson while delivering that magical treatment underneath the desk, but soon, she had realized the inaccuracy of that particular assumption. It was just a few minutes into the class, and Dr. Connors had just launched another monologue about the latest developments in the field of genetics, missing the fact that students of a beginner-level class failed to follow more than a few words into his explanation.
Or almost no student, she corrected when she saw Peter raising his hand. She wasn't the only one that was surprised, as from her expression, she could see that other students weren't expecting her guest to actually care about the class, the way he dressed suggesting delinquent rather than studious. Dr. Connors was also surprised, but his expression was more pleasant, happy that one of his students actually had an input to the topic, even if just a clarifying question. "Yes, Mr?"
"Parker, Peter Parker," he answered, his expression serious. Mary Jane was glad for the concealment of the column, as otherwise, she didn't think she would be able to hide her expression of shock, because his left hand was still underneath the desk, delivering the most maddening massage of her life. "I had a question about the paper you mentioned. I have read it, but it feels a bit far-fetched to assume that alternating gamma fields without a modulator should bring that effect without any long term side effect."
"Interesting question," the professor said with a big smile, though meanwhile, Mary Jane had started to bite her lips to hide her expression. "But I have already replicated that particular technique in my research, and I could confirm that it does not create any side effect. DNA degradation was well under the acceptable statistical limits."
"But what about the paper published by Dr. Banner the last year? On that paper, he postulates that the effects of the Gamma radiation could occur significantly after the timetables developed based on the effects of the more traditional types of radiation."
"You read that paper?" Dr. Connors said with a happy exclamation. "It was a unique read, but most of my colleagues think that the methodology is a bit stretched, not to mention the most recent … debacles about Dr. Banner."
"I agree that there are some limitations on his methodology due to limitations of his current situation," Peter answered. "But still, the implications of his research suggest that the gamma radiation doesn't conform into expected standards, therefore the assessment fails to capture the long-term impacts."
"But what if…" Dr. Connors answered, which spawned into a rather lengthy discussion about the reliability of the various experimental methods, which Mary Jane would have been hard-pressed to repeat even if it wasn't for Peter's fingers, continuing their insidious yet heated assault on her thighs. Luckily, the rest of the class had lost their interest in the discussion, focusing more on their phones, removing the concern that one of them would notice the peculiarity of her expression.
The discussion went for almost ten minutes until one of the students shakily raised his hand and inquired fearfully whether that discussion was going to be in the exam.
"Oh, goodness," Dr. Connors murmured. "Sorry, everyone, we were distracted by our scientific zeal. Mr. Parker, would it be okay for you if we continue the discussion after this class."
"That would be fine, professor," Peter answered, and the class returned to its normal beat. Well, almost normal, Mary Jane corrected, as the class seldom included a set of fingers that was determined to make her climax while avoiding the sensitive spots. At first, it made her relax, but as her arousal grew enough to make her wish for a clean orgasm, but that, Peter didn't allow, even going as far as to hold her wrist when she tried to bring her hand to the dance, to quicken her own orgasm.
She wished that she had the courage to reciprocate in the same manner, but the imaginary smirks of the other students were enough to dissuade her. Instead, she buried her head in her textbook, surrendering her hopes to understand the lesson. Maybe Peter could teach her today's subject, she thought, though from there, it took only a second for her mind to slip all other interesting things they could in her room.
Her acting lessons were coming handy, though. She didn't think she would be able to resist moaning without heaps of emotion-control lessons she had to suffer through. After a while, maintaining a calm expression became automatic, enough for her to raise her head once more.
If only Peter didn't choose that exact moment to push for the next stage.
When she noticed that he had leveraged her inattention for his fingers to drift more dangerous areas, it was already too late. He had already unlocked the buttons of her jeans, allowing his fingers to slid inside her panties, and a fresh jolt of pleasure broke her composure like a paper wall.
Once again her head buried in her textbook, she barely cared how the lesson was developing, her attention fully occupied by her increasing level of pleasure. She could feel her orgasm was just a touch away…
And, true to his personality, Peter chose that exact moment to pull his hand away, leaving her on the edge. She wanted to admonish him for that, but one rather important thing held her back. She was still in the classroom. That same fact also prevented her from sneaking her hand underneath the desk and covering the last bit of distance through self-determination.
When she managed to gather herself, she raised her head, and saw that the class was empty, with the exception of Dr. Connors and Peter, standing in front of the board, having an animated discussion while occasionally drawing complex diagrams on the board.
She couldn't help but send Peter an angry glare as she tried to balance over her trembling legs. Couldn't he waited for just a minute more, or hurried up a bit. He chose that exact moment to turn towards her, his smirk enough to answer her unasked question, suggesting that her plight was designed from the start.
She would make him pay, she decided, as she walked towards him. The next time, she was going to return the favor, making him beg to get rid of his blue balls…
But that was for later, Mary Jane decided as she covered the rest of the distance, which managed to pull both men out of their discussion. "So, Mr. Parker," Dr. Connors said even as he turned a bit to include Mary Jane into the discussion. A small point, but she appreciated it. "I'm assuming that you're not a part of my class, considering it's the first time I'm seeing you." Then, he sent a jovial smile to Mary Jane. "Or maybe you have been infected by your friend's attendance disease?"
"Sorry, sir," she said, ducking her head. "It's just that a lot of your classes coincided with my auditions and practices, and as much as I enjoy your class, my future career has to take the priority."
He waved his hand with a soft smile. "Don't worry, I was just teasing. I'm fully aware this is an elective class for non-science majors, and you all have other priorities." Then, his smile got a bit more excited. "Almost all of you," he added, looking at Peter once more. "So, Mr. Parker, what brings you to my class?"
"When I heard from MJ that you are the professor, I just had to audit your class. I'm a fan of your work since I have read your paper on genetic mutations in relation to anthropomorphic transformation and transferal, a very insightful take, if a touch too aggressive."
"Ah, thanks," Dr. Connor said. "But I fear it's not really compliment-worthy. We are still far away from application phase."
"All science is, Doctor. For years, it seems little better than idle curiosity, until the moment it isn't. Then it changes the world," Peter said with a shrug. "All it takes for one last discovery from an unexpected direction to click everything in place."
"An admirable lookout, sadly one that lacks in most of my doctorate students, who are far more interested in getting a cushy job at a giant like Ozcorp or Stark Industries to actually care about the science." Then, his expression shifted to calculation. "So, are you a Senior," he added.
"I am," Peter answered with a nod. "Why?" Mary Jane was suddenly struck with a premonition about the misunderstanding that was about to happen. She was sure that Dr. Connors was thinking that Peter was a college Senior. Then, Dr. Connors started a detailed explanation about the benefits his doctorate students received, from lab tech to grants, while Peter listened disinterestedly, trying to understand where that tangent had come from.
It was funny to see two geniuses derailed by such a simple misunderstanding. And while it would be fun to leave them wallow in that particular pit for a few minutes, Mary Jane would have felt bad if that somehow prevented Peter from connecting with his science idol. "Sorry, Professor," Mary Jane said, cutting in. "But I think Peter missed the fact that you're trying to recruit him for your doctorate team?"
"Why?" Dr. Connor said, obviously confused. "I mean, did he already took a fellowship in another place? Tell me you haven't been already recruited by the idiots in Ozcorp."
"No, but his doctorate is still a bit far away," Mary Jane said with a giggle, watching Peter's face light in understanding. "Peter is a senior in High School."
Dr. Connor looked at him, surprised. "Sorry," he said. "With the level of knowledge you had shown, I assumed you were a genetics major. I'm willing to bet that half of my doctorate students would have trouble following the points you raised during our discussion, yet alone actively noticing them and compiling such an impressive rebuttal without lab evidence to back it up."
"Thank you-" Peter tried to say, but Dr. Connors cut him off before he could continue his sentence.
"Still, your situation leaves me an even better place. You must join NYU next year. I don't even need to see your transcript. From the level I saw in our discussion, I can guarantee you admission." Peter opened his mouth, but Dr. Connor added one more sentence before he could speak. "Full scholarship, with an invitation to a paid position in my lab."
Mary Jane looked at them in shock. She had been expecting a surprise from Dr. Connors, but not one in that magnitude. College admission was the toughest challenge she had ever faced, pages and pages of essays, an untold number of extracurricular activities, financial documents for scholarship applications, countless hours of interviews… And even with that, she was only able to get a partial scholarship, the rest of her tuition covered by a mountain of debt. And just a discussion was enough for him to earn a full scholarship, based on merit.
She couldn't help but look at him in astonishment. Just by talking him a couple of sentences was enough to reveal that Peter was quite smart, but only then she realized that she had misjudged the scale radically. He wasn't smart, he was a veritable genius.
She halfheartedly listened as Peter promised Dr. Connors a visit to his lab where they could discuss it further, giving an absentminded wave as the professor left, leaving her alone with Peter. "So, congratulations?" she murmured, still trying to process what had just happened.
"Thanks," Peter said, his whisper dark and throaty once more, and Mary Jane felt helpless as he walked towards her. "And I know exactly how to celebrate."
Before she could even process what he had said, she felt herself being pushed on the teacher's desk, and he stood on his knees, once again unbuttoning her jeans. Then, his lips just an inch away from her core, protected only by her flimsy panties, their dampness revealing just how unlikely MJ would be able to resist his treatment.
She still opened her mouth, planning to deliver an argument about the risk of doing it in the middle of the classroom, where someone could just walk in. However, her orders must have been hijacked somewhere in her nerves, as the words that left her mouth was radically different from what she had ordered. "Hurry up!" she asked, not the strongest display of decisiveness, especially with her pliant tone, though the moan that followed hardly helped.
"Your wishes, my command," Peter answered as his fingers found the edge of her panties, pulling slowly enough to create a flare in her mind. She was sitting in the professor's desk, her legs parted open to make her current lack of underwear obvious. She felt fear, but it also brought pleasure with it. A slow, mind-numbing pleasure that filled her mind until it left no space for her to think.
She had worked hard to create an image of competence and seriousness in the eyes of her teachers and her fellow students, trying to overcome the first impression people tended to have when they see a beautiful aspiring model. And now, it would take only one student, coming early for their next class, or looking for a silent place to their homework, for all of her efforts to crash and burn, her public adventure becoming a part of the gossip mill.
Still, none of them mattered when compared with Peter's tongue, tracing her entrance in rough, aggressive beats, threatening to drown her in a sea of pleasure. She reached and grabbed his hair, squeezing hard enough for it to hurt, but Peter gave no reaction other than his tongue speeding up in a rare display of mercy. She tried to push him closer, the burning desire in her heart asking for release, but his neck didn't budge, a shocking display of power considering her leverage, but she had more important concerns than thinking about their disparity in strength.
Such as her upcoming climax, banging the doors of her castle.
Her mouth opened to let out a loud cry, only remembering halfway that they were still in the school, but before it could trigger a disaster, she found Peter suddenly appearing in front of her, his lips more than ready to seal her voices, his invading tongue acting as the cavalry. She rippled and moaned while his fingers took the place vacated by his tongue, turning her climax into a drawn-out affair. "You are a monster," she found herself murmuring as he pulled away.
She did nothing, still riding the aftershocks as he pushed her panties back in place, and applying the same treatment to her jeans a moment later. "What can I say?" he said with a smirk, his lips still glistening. "Like any artist, I lose myself when working on a masterpiece."
"Too cheesy," MJ said as she tried to sit, which would have been more effective if it wasn't for the sudden blush at his compliment. "Didn't anybody said that bragging is a poor habit," she quipped, unable to get rid of her huge smile.
He examined her body pointedly. "There are some achievements that are well worth the words spend to adulate their beauty," he answered.
"Okay, hotshot," MJ said as she tried to stand up, but her attempt was blocked by her trembling legs. "If you are still feeling energetic, why don't you help me walk to the bathroom. I need to make myself presentable."
"Why," he said, leaning for another kiss, while short, left her panting in arousal. "You look positively delectable."
"Good try mister," she said as she stood up, subjecting her legs to another test. A test her legs failed miserably, she realized a second later when she started toppling, only for Peter to appear next to her, his arm already around her waist. Mary Jane was sure she wasn't the one that started the kiss, even though it was her hands that found his head and pulled him close while smashing her lips against his. No, it was purely an accident.
It took more than a minute for her to realize she was still in the classroom, and they needed to stop before anyone stumbled at them. While their position was far less scandalous than the moment before, avoiding the whole mess was still the best option.
She opened her mouth to list her objections, only for Peter's lips to abort them in another kiss, even more heated than the one before. She tried to clear her mind, only to realize half of the reasons she compiled were already washed away by the passion of the kiss. She tried to tell him the rest, only for his lips to clamp on hers once more, assaulting until even her name became hard to remember.
Her arguments buried deep before she could even utter them, she said nothing, just enjoyed the kiss. She couldn't help but feel disappointed as he pulled away. They started walking towards the bathroom, with her arm around his to get some balance. But even with the orgasm, she couldn't help but feel disappointed by cutting things short.
But not too much, as she had a lot of classes where she could use some tutoring from a sexy genius…