CHAPTER SEVEN: Tired



Have you ever read a comic book, and you saw some guy in there as the hero? Have you ever seen this hero go up against impossible odds, fighting somebody with godlike superpowers? Godlike powers such as...oh, I don't know...the ability to smoke you like a salmon with several thousand volts of electricity from the palms of his hands? And after the hero somehow won the battle, the very next issue of the book, which took place, what, a day later, would have the hero going out to fight yet another godlike supervillain? Well, I'd like to say something about that.

It's bullshit!

There is no way in hell that somebody would be able to go through some shit like that, being beaten up by somebody who may as well be a god, and then get up the next day and go back out to face some more superpowered freaks of nature and get his ass kicked all over again, just to go up the very next day and do it again. You gotta be outside your mind if you think Spider-Man is going anywhere today.

No, my friends, this is Spider-Man's day off. In fact, it's Robert Jordan's day off as well. Thanks to what happened the previous day during my fight with Jason, school had been canceled this day. So, naturally, I took it upon myself to stay in bed. Damn it, I'm not some crazy guy who dresses up like a flying rat and spends every waking moment of every day trying to fight crime. No, I'm some crazy guy who dresses up like a bug and fights crime in his spare time.

I slept late, naturally. By the time I had woken up, it was about eleven in the morning. My father had already left for work, which meant I had the house to myself. Or so I thought...

I hate the doorbell sometimes. I mean, seriously, I hate it. The damned thing rings exactly when you don't want it to. Of course, this was one of those times. So here I am, in a black muscle shirt and black boxers, unwashed, and I have to use the bathroom very badly, but somebody just had to ring the bell. I grabbed a pair of shorts and put them on over my boxers, then I slowly made my way down the stairs. Once I opened the door, my eyes had instantly been blasted with sunlight. I instinctively threw my arm over my eyes to block the light.

"I'm not that ugly, am I?" asked a female voice.

Opening my eyes, I could see that it was Tiffany. I managed a little smile, although honestly, I was still half-asleep.

"Hey, baby. I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired..."

"Why? What you been doin'?" she asked accusingly.

"Getting electrocuted," I replied through a yawn.

We walked back into the house, where I dropped like a sack of potatoes onto the couch. Tiffany sat at one end of the couch and had me lay my head in her lap. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

"Poor baby. Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

"Shoot me. Repeatedly. In the skull," I replied.

"That ain't happenin'."

"Feels like every muscle is on fire. Don't listen to the hype; being electrocuted hurts like hell."

"You know, you were great yesterday."

I opened my eyes to look up at her.

"How do you figure?" I asked. "Jason killed six people yesterday, including his parents, and I killed him. I didn't help anybody."

"Think of how many more people he would have killed if you didn't stop him."

"All I'm saying is, I didn't want to end the fight that way. It doesn't feel good to take another person's life. It ain't like the movies, where the hero runs around killing everyone in sight, and in the end everybody loves him. Look at any Shwartzanegger movie. He will kill anywhere between twenty and one-hundred people, and never give a damn. I killed one person, and that alone is too many."

"I understand what you're saying, Rob, but try and look at it this way: there are hundreds of people who go to our school. Let's just say about five-hundred. Of those five-hundred, you saved four-hundred-ninety-four of them. You can't be expected to save everybody. You're not Superma..."

"Please, don't finish that last statement."

"Fine," she laughed. "But I think you did a good job. And I think you earned a day off."

"Damn straight!"

"Come on," she said as she rose up. My head fell back down to the couch.

"Ow...where are we going?" I asked.

"Just come on," she said.

She took my hand and rose me to my feet. We walked upstairs until we reached my bathroom. I was too tired to stand, so I plopped my ass onto the toilet. Tiffany started running some water in the shower. Now maybe this was because I was so tired, but I was certainly taken off-guard when she removed her shirt. Of course, I just sat there, maybe because I was exhausted, or maybe because I'm a damned fool. The world may never know. She removed her bra, then her sneakers, socks, jeans, and panties, and of course I continued to sit there like an idiot. Tiffany approached me and pulled my shirt over my head. That's when I snapped back to reality. I pulled my shorts and boxers down. We kissed our way from the toilet to the shower, and then we stepped in.

Suddenly, I wasn't tired anymore. I felt like I could do anything, which I probably could. I felt Tiffany running the soapy cloth down my back. As she did this, I ran my left hand along her backside, with the index and middle fingers from my right hand feeling for her clitoris. I didn't care about being tired anymore, I didn't care about Spider-Man, Electro, the Lizard, Norman Osborn, or anything. I only cared about Tiffany. Our lips met, our tongues became locked together. As Tiffany caressed my back with the cloth, her other hand, covered in soap, was caressing my penis. I removed my lips from hers and moved downward, toward her breasts. I sucked softly upon her nipples while I still fingered her with my right hand. I could hear her moaning louder and louder, which only stimulated me more. It would be another hour before we would stop the shower, and that's only because the damned hot water ran out.

We stepped out of the shower. Taking a towel, I dried Tiffany off, although I wasn't finished yet. Once I had her dried off, I wrapped the towel around her and picked her up, then I carried her to my bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and reached for a bottle of lotion from my dresser. First, I smoothed the lotion over her chest, then I moved down to her thighs and legs. She spread her legs, and I began to rub the lotion along her inner thighs. Now, I was finished with the lotion. I fingered her clitoris once again with one finger, while I used my tongue to stimulate her vagina in other areas. I licked the outer rim of the vagina, more to tease her than anything else. As she moaned louder, I licked faster, moving closer to the center of the vagina. I removed my finger from her clitoris and replaced it with my tongue, licking faster and faster until she climaxed. I sat beside her on the bed, watching her. Her breathing began to slow down after a moment as her orgasm began to wind down. She reached for my hand, and then she got on her knees and pushed me down. I was now staring up at her.

I closed my eyes and gripped the sheets as her lips moved around my most private parts. It felt like nothing else in the world existed, and if it did exist, then it just didn't matter. All the world consisted of was me and Tiffany. There was no more pain, or sadness, or even anger, which is all that I really knew in this world. There was a new feeling there, one that I simply wasn't accustomed to. By the time she stopped, I looked into her eyes, and I wanted to share the feelings that I had with her, but I was afraid to.

"I have to tell you something, but I'm not sure how..." I told her.

"Just tell me," she replied.

"I have this feeling...that I've never had before...it's like, all I knew before was anger, or sadness, but now, it's something different...it feels good, and yet, scary...I'm afraid of this feeling..."

"Rob, what are you saying?"

"Tiffany...I think I love you..."

"Rob...I understand. I have the same feeling...I think I love you, too."

I took Tiffany in my arms and turned so that she was laying on my bed, and I was over her. I didn't want to hide my feelings anymore. I was going to show her how much she meant to me. I reached into the top drawer of my nearby dresser and searched with my hand for a condom. Once I found it, I unwrapped it and placed it over my manhood. After that, I inserted myself slowly. I was going to take my time. There were a lot of feelings that I was going to share, and that she would share with me. Her nails dug into my back, clawing at it. But it didn't hurt. Actually, it felt pretty good. I could hear and feel her climax repeatedly. My bed had become soaked, but I didn't care. It was perfectly fine with me. I lost count of how many orgasms she had, but I knew that it was a very long time until I finally climaxed. How long? Well, by the time we had finally finished, the sun was just going down. I looked out of the window and saw that it was orange and red outside, not blue.

"What time is it?" I asked as I sat on the bed next to Tiffany. I could hear Tiffany giggling.

"Seven-thirty-five," she replied.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"It would have been longer, but I was tired."

"Shut up, Rob."

"I'm serious." Really, I was. With my new powers, I probably could have gone on for a couple of days.

I rose from the bed and went back to the bathroom to retrieve my clothes. Tiffany came in a short while later and put her clothes back on. Neither of us said a word. We just stared into each others' eyes for a while. Then, we both walked downstairs to the door.

"You think we'll have school tomorrow?" asked Tiffany.

"Maybe you will, but I damn sure ain't goin'," I replied.

Tiffany smiled at me before kissing me on the lips once more.

"I love you," said Tiffany.

"I love you, too" I replied.

I watched Tiffany walk off. As I watched her go, I observed how her butt switched from side to side as she walked. I could do nothing but smile, 'cuz that was my booty. Shortly after she walked away, I saw my father's car pull into the driveway. My dad got out the car and came into the house.

"Hey, son. How was your day?" my father asked me.

"Not too bad, Dad," I said to him.

"That's good. Well, I brought home cheesesteaks for dinner."

"You know, Dad, I think I'll eat mine tomorrow. I'm just gonna go to bed."

"Are you alright, son? You never...ever...turn down a cheesesteak."

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dad. I'm just tired." I turned to walk back up the stairs. I smiled to myself as I walked. "Really, really tired..."



END OF CHAPTER SEVEN