When you work for a news media, you try to get the story. Even if you are just a photographer, you try to get good shots, try to get all the details about the story you can. That's just what Peter Parker is doing. When he's working for the Daily Bugle, one of the biggest news media businesses in the city, he's always try to get a good photo. At the moment, he waited outside the courthouse with a whole bunch of other reporters.

"There she is!" He looked to see a bunch of reporters gathering as they all tried to get photos and answers from a woman who was walking out of there. "Felicia Hardy, can you tell us anything about your father's arrest?"

"How long did he think he could getaway with a life of crime?"

"What's it like being the daughter of Walter Hardy?" Reporters were asking questions all around. All Peter had to do was take pictures. He was taking some, but he saw how upset Felicia was. The reporters just kept coming at her with questions when all she wanted to do was get out of there. Peter might work in news, but he wasn't a conniving reporter looking for a story. He decided to try and help her.

"Move. Out of the way!" Peter said as he forced his way through and was able to grab her hand. "This way." He said as he guided her out of there and took her with him as they tried to get out of there.

"What are you doing?" Felicia questioned.

"Saving you from them." Peter said as he didn't let go of her and tried taking her to his car. "Get in."

"What?" Felicia questioned as she was hesitant to trust him.

"Get in or deal with those reporters." Peter said. Felicia made her choice easy as she got in his car with him getting in the driver's side. He started it up and drove before those reporters could do much more. All he did was drive them out of there.

"Thank you, unless this is a kidnapping." Felicia said. "If it is, you should know that I do at least have pepper spray in my bag. I would have had a gun, but I don't think that would have been a good idea seeing as how I was in a courthouse."

"Not kidnapping you, but we're going to keep a low profile." Peter said. He pulled into an alleyway and made sure no one was behind them or following them. "I think we're okay. None of those reporters are following us."

"Except the reporter standing right before me." Felicia said as she stared him down. "I saw the camera around the neck. The only reason you bring a camera to a courthouse is if you're one of them."

"I work for the Daily Bugle, but that's not why I helped you out. I'm not looking for a story." Peter claimed. "I'm just a photographer. I was only there to take photos." That's what he claimed, but Felicia looked at him like she didn't really trust that. "What? Do you want to pat me down to make sure I'm not wired or something?"

"As well as look around your car for any hidden cameras or devices." Felicia said. Peter was just joking around, but Felicia was serious. She actually patted him down as she took her hands and searched around for anything. As she reached lower and lower, Peter tried not to look down her dress. He just realized that this woman was beautiful. She even searched around his car for any devices, but she never found anything.

"Feel better?" Peter asked.

"Sorry about that." Felicia said. "It's just...the last thing I need is a reporter coming at me with details and questions for a story. My father just got arrested. Do I really want to talk about that now with complete strangers?"

"No." Peter said. "You're going through a hard time and people just need to be respectable about that."

"Thank you." Felicia said. "Oh gosh... I need a drink." Felicia complained as she was going through a difficult time. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Peter, Peter Parker."

"You already know mine is Felicia Hardy."

"Well, I'm sorry about your father." Peter said.

"Thank you." Felicia said. Peter could see she was going through a hard time and really needs someone to talk to, but he doesn't want her to think he's just after a story.

"You want a drink? How about we go to one of your favorite places or something." Peter said. "We don't have to talk about your father if you don't want to, but it certainly sounds like you need someone to lean on." Felicia wondered about that since she doesn't know him, but he seemed nice and harmless. He did just help her and doesn't appear to be getting a story.

...

A Restaurant

Felicia took Peter up on that offer. They hit one of Felicia's favorite restaurants with live jazz music. It certainly had a soothing feeling in this rough time for Felicia.

"I feel a little undress." Peter said as he looked around and saw he was in casual clothes while everyone else looked a little nicer. "If I had known we were going to come here, I would have asked to stop at my place and find some nicer clothes."

"Don't worry too much about it." Felicia said as she helped herself to some food. "It's not like this place has a dress code. Anyway, the music is relaxing and the food is great."

"I suppose so." Peter said as he helped himself.

"So, how come you're just a photographer? Why not go for a big reporting job?" Felicia asked.

"I don't think I would make that great of a reporter." Peter said. "Getting overworked with all my stories, trying to remember every detail, and not to mention all the late nights. It's not for me. With photography, it's simple. I also get to capture the moments and keep them forever."

"If you're so into photography, why not just sell your photos and become an artists?" Felicia said.

"I'm not much of an artist." Peter said. "Besides, I make a a pretty good check selling my photos to the Daily Bugle."

"That seems a little boring." Felicia said. "If you're a great photographer, I'm sure you could make bunch of money. If my father would steal them, it must be worth something." Seeing her mention my father soured the mood for a moment.

"Uh... Maybe we should talk about something else." Peter said as he tried to change the subject out of respect for her feelings.

"It's just... I know my father was a cat burglar." Felicia said as she was letting it out. "Still, I always came first to him. He thought about me, he took care of me, and was a good father. Everyone's making it seem like he's a terrible person, but he's not all that bad. Well, to everyone else, he's a criminal first."

"Maybe not everyone." Peter said with Felicia looking at him. "Walter Hardy never killed anyone. Some people steal just to try and survive. He was obviously a successful one since I've heard you're family is pretty wealthy. Still, stealing for all these years appears to be the worst he's ever done. True, he was associated with some bigger criminals, but maybe he wasn't all that bad."

"No, he wasn't..." Felicia said as she was impressed that Peter would say that about him. "Do you know what it's like having others see your father as something he's not?"

"Not really..." Peter admitted. "I was left with my Aunt May and Uncle Ben when I was little. I don't know my father all that well. The closest thing I have to a father was Uncle Ben...until he died. He was the one that taught me to try and see the good in others, live up to the responsibilities I have and that I'm given. That's why I'm not coming at you with questions about your situation. You're clearly upset about it and I'm not pressing for it." Felicia was really touched that Peter is being so considerate.

"Sounds like a good man." Felicia said. That was right when the waiter came with their check and Peter had a look. The price was a little high for his taste. "It's fine, I've got this. I'm the one who invited you." She said as she took the check. "Under one condition. We dance." Peter was surprised Felicia would offer that. She grabbed his arm and took out to an open floor for them to dance together. As the two of them danced together, they ended up having a great time. They both felt a bit of a connection with each other. As the two of them danced to the jazz, the two of loved being close together with Felicia loving that someone treated her with such consideration. That's why when she was close enough, she placed her leg around him to make this dance a little more intimate, and Peter certainly didn't oppose. The night wasn't over just yet.

...

Felicia's Apartment

After having a great time together, the two of them didn't want the fun to end just yet. They both had a few drinks to loosen themselves up, but were able to make it back to Felicia's apartment. Both of them walked right through the door with them looking at each other, both of them taking the other's accessories off, Felicia guiding him to her bedroom. Once they walked right through the door, Felicia pulled him and kissed him to have her pressed against the wall. She worked on his shirt and got that right off.

"Wait. Wait just a minute." Peter said as he pulled away, but Felicia surely didn't want to wait. She took the straps of her dress and caused it to slide right off, and she certainly doesn't wear a bra. Once that happened, she tackled Peter while his back was turn and pushed him down on the bed. Once she had him there, she planted kisses against his back and made her way around to his neck. Once there, Peter grabbed the back of her head and planted a big one right on her lips. They separated and repositioned themselves so they were on their knees and facing each other. Never taking their eyes away from each other, feeling each other's breath, Felicia moved her hands so she opened up his pants. As she did that, Peter slid his hands over her smooth skin.

"Hahaha..." Felicia breathed like shivers was flowing through her body. She gave Peter the same thing as she slid her hands inside his pants and worked her little magic. Both of them felt such a sensation flowing through over them. The two of them closed the distance and kissed each other again as they slid their hands against each other. Felicia slid her hands up his body and felt his surprisingly hard muscles. Peter pulled back and worked his way down with him planting soft and sweet kisses against her breasts that tickled her skin. Felicia pulled him away so she could return the favor and planted soft kisses against his chest.

"Oh... Felicia..." He whispered as she kept planting those kisses over his body. Peter wanted his share as he stretched his body around and tried planting his own kisses against Felicia's body. The two of them were tangling themselves in each other as Felicia went down his side and he tried moving around her back. Once he started to hit her spine, Felicia was paralyzed with pleasure as she stopped what she was doing and kept Peter tickle her back like that. It all felt so sweet, but Felicia wanted more. So, she pushed against him and had him lay against the bed.

"Hi." Felicia teased as she stayed over him.

"Hi." Peter said as he enjoyed this. Felicia continued their session as she removed his pants and underwear. Once she did that, she worked her way down. Next thing Peter knew, he felt a greater sensation wash over him. He could feel Felicia's sweet lips being gentle, but the pleasure was still so great. Peter couldn't believe he was with a woman as beautiful as her was doing this to him. It just became a little too much that he couldn't hold back anymore and felt a sense of relief. One that happened, he relaxed his body as Felicia crawled right over him. She also showed him that she removed her underwear and just tossed it aside. "Oh..."

"Haha..." They both knew what was coming next. That's why Felicia sat right where she wanted and they both felt that sweet sensation again. Once she did that, Peter sat straight up so they held each other and they started moving against each other. As they kept pushing against each other, the two of them kissed each other again as they moaned into each other's mouths. Peter added to it as he moved his hands down to her waist had his arms around there and what was below. The two of them just held each other like that, enjoying being in the other's embrace. Then, Felicia playfully teased him by pushing down and against the bed. Once she did that, she kept going as she gently bounced against Peter. The two of them kept going like that, Felicia moving against him as Peter just enjoyed what was happening. He held her waist down as Felicia finally finished. She took a shaky breath as she felt such a powerful feeling came over her. Once she was done, she lowered herself down so she was laying against Peter.

"Now this is a story. No one's going to believe this." Peter said.

"With all that's been going on, I felt a sense of security with you." Felicia claimed. "Something about this...just felt so right."

"Well, I know what to call this story. How I got a Beautiful Woman." Peter joked with Felicia giggling. Peter certainly has a story, a story for his own life. Felicia's just glad she has someone to help her with a difficult time. Talk about sex sales.