27: A Date to Remember

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As Gwen ran off, Peter chucked before moving.

Now that he was suspended—which he really liked, actually. At least it was way better than detention—Peter didn't spend a single more second in school than necessary. As far as he knew, he had nothing to do in school other than 'hunting' and Gwen. Gwen just ran away, and well, Mary Jane and Liz Allan hadn't come to school today—probably mulling over what had happened.

Peter didn't care one bit though. No matter what they do, they'd end up as his fucktoys anyway. If not willingly, he'd just use [Beast's Scent].

Anyways, Peter spent some time playing the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, saving the day and all that and went home at the usual time. May was home, and the moment he entered, she walked out of the kitchen.

"Mr. Morita called, heard you got suspended. Please tell me there was a good reason?" May asked, crossing her arms under her breasts as she stared at him critically.

"I beat up Flash," Peter said, surprising May.

"That bully?"

"Wh-… you knew?"

"Of course, I'm your aunt, I'll know when something is happening to you." She sighed. "Just like how you sneak out of home every night."

Peter stiffened, "May, I-"

"You don't need to tell me now." She looked at me gently. "But know that I care deeply for you, Peter."

"Now, why don't you tell me the reason you beat up Flash?"

"He…" Peter feigned a blush. "He hit on my girl."

"Whoa," May wowed. "Who are you? Where's my Peter?" she asked with her brows furrowed in mock confusion.

Peter thinned his lips, "That hurt."

May just snickered.

"Gwen?" she asked.

Peter nodded.

May sighed, "My nephew has been stolen away…" she shook her head.

"Stolen?" Peter raised an eyebrow. "I'm always with you May, no one can steal me from you. I love you, that would never change."

Saying so, Peter walked into his room.

He loved her, alright.

But love, not as in familial love, he loved her as a woman. A strong woman who'd taken him under her wing after his parents died, a strong woman who'd taken care of him even after her husband passed away—doing extra shifts at work, working part-time, doing a lot of shit. and Peter was grateful for that, and he loved her even more.

So, yeah, it is what it is…

Peter sighed, slumping back into his bed. That done, it was time to move on to his next course of action. He was suspended for 2 weeks now, and he was going to use every bit of it. The first thing, however, was the date he had in mind.

Gwen wanted one, he wanted one; everyone wanted one.

So, Gwen and he were going on a date today.

And Peter planned to go to Manhattan, explore the place, and then go to the central park. A picnic, maybe. He wasn't really sure what to do; But oh well, they'll figure something out.

When it was finally time, Peter rushed down to May and hugged her from behind before picking her up and carrying her to his room.

"Eeeep! Peter! What are you doing!?" May blushed, much to Peter's surprise.

He remembered her being quite horny after he used [Beast's Scent] on her, he'd also heard her moan while fingering her that night, but he didn't know she was thinking about him weirdly. But the look she had right now, was anything but not perverse. Her mind was probably wandering to some forbidden land.

And he was right, May was flustered, and was remembering the sexual dream she had about Peter that day. In that dream, Peter was an incubus, he appeared out of nowhere, hugged her from behind, took her to his room, and talked for a while before he started ravaging her like crazy.

So, there was quite an adulterous thought in her mind right now: Is he going to do it?

Peter sat her down on his bed and grinned at her expression before he walked to his wardrobe and opened it wide open.

"May," he said seriously to the now recovering May. "It's a date. With Gwen. And I'm not sure what to wear." He asked her.

"Oh…"

Disappointing.

It was a bit disappointing that Peter didn't ravage her right there and then, on the bed-

WHAT?! Awawawawa! May did not just think that!

May blushed again before she coughed to hide her embarrassment at her thoughts—which had been quite perverse lately.

"Let me help you," she strained a smile and stood up, helping Peter pick up his clothes. But nothing really fancied her much; more so when Peter was going on a date. May didn't want her nephew to look like a dolt sitting next to a beautiful young girl, all things considered.

"No, this isn't working…" she bit her thumb, narrowing her eyes before they widened as an idea hit her. Yes! She could totally do that!

"Stay here!" May said, running out of Peter's room. "I'll be right back!"

Peter stared at her jiggly—too jiggly—butt as she walked away. Is she not wearing any underwear? Peter squinted his eyes; he had his suspicions now.

May walked back after a while, a suit in hand.

"Um, May…?" Peter drawled, "You do know it's nothing formal, right? Nothing like a homecoming. Just a casual date." He said to her.

"Oh, hush." May ignored him with a wave of her hand as she put the suit in front of him, touching him places to see if it was fit or not. "You don't know what a girl wants." She spoke.

Her hands wandered around. On his chest. On his shoulder. And then down to his abs; she bit her lower lip gently.

"Oh?" Peter smirked. "What does a girl want?" he asked, snapping May out of it as she backed away, averting her eyes.

"Why don't you wear this? See if it's fit or not? It was Ben's… but it's just been gathering dust since he passed away; why don't you wear it?"

Peter sighed.

"Okay…"

Then, as it was kind of nearing the time for his date, Peter showered, tidied himself, and wore the suit. It was a black formal suit. A black suit jacket, trousers of identical textiles worn with a collared dress shirt, necktie, and dress shoes.

A tad bit old-fashioned, but a good suit nonetheless. As he walked out of his room, he had his tie in hand; he knew how to tie a tie, but why would he waste such an opportunity?

May was stunned.

"You look…" just like 'him'. "Amazing!" May's smile broadened.

"Help with the tie?" Peter asked, moving his head in a slight tilt.

"Of course!" May quickly did his tie, and Peter smiled, kissing her on her cheek… dangerously close to her lips.

"Thanks," he said. "I'll be going now!"

Saying so, he stormed out of the house, leaving a really flustered (and confused) May behind. She was touching where he'd just kissed her, her eyes a bit dreamy, and her expression a bit nostalgic.

Then, as she shook her head, May busied herself in her work, trying not to think of Peter.

"You look handsome, Peter," Gwen said, a bit shyly.

Peter just nodded with a little thanks and looked her over. She was wearing a beautiful bodycon dress. It was a tight figure-hugging dress, made of some stretchy material. And Peter would have to fucking admit, Gwen looked so hot in it. He might just end up losing control of himself and ravage her again.

Though he would try and restrain himself. It had been (a bit difficult) to make up with her as it is, he didn't want to do it again. He'll only fuck her once their relationship progresses to that stage. Or Gwen wants sex, of course.

"You look… absolutely stunning." Peter breathed out the breath he was holding. "And hot."

Even though Gwen was prepared to hear some praise, she still blushed.

"Thanks. Aunt Nancy helped me pick this up."

Oh…

Peter needed to meet this aunt of hers. Definitely.

"May helped me." He said, eliciting a giggle from Gwen.

"We both got handled by our aunts, it seems."

"Yeah…" Peter said dreamily, still staring at her.

"Um, Peter…?"

"Oh," Peter snapped out of his daze. "Sorry," he grinned sheepishly. "You just look amazing."

"So… where to?"

"I don't know. How about we go to Manhattan and then the central park?"

"Sounds fun."

"I Hope it is."

They hailed a cab to the train station and caught the first one into Manhattan. Peter really wanted money now; he needed to go on dates, and for that, he definitely needed a personal car with a chauffeur. Maybe a permanent butler who knows everything?

Anyways, they reached the city, so Peter and Gwen walked around the place, hand in hand while talking about the most useless things, or the most important of things. It was all too strange and a magical experience for both. Then, they made their way to the central park.

It was green, of course, what else would it be? They walked around the park, enjoying the green scenery for a while before sitting down in the grass. At this point in time, they didn't really care about their clothes. Talking about useless things… was strangely so very interesting.

The way Gwen smiled, the way she laughed, the way those so very adorable dimples formed, the way her eyelashes fluttered when she blinked, the way she looked at him, and the way her smile seemed to make his day… Peter was seriously considering that he might be falling in love with this girl. For real.

As time went by, Peter decided they should be heading home now. So, they caught the train back to Queens, and then, Peter walked her home.

"Hey, Peter," Gwen asked suddenly.

"Hm?"

"Aunt Nancy…" she scratched her nose bridge awkwardly. "She somehow figured out I'm pregnant. And I had to tell the truth when she threatened to tell dad. Though I left out the… rápe part and said it more like teenagers' stupidity."

Peter stiffened slightly before resuming walking, tightening his grip on her hand.

"She said she won't tell dad for now, and that she wants to meet you in person. She also said to help me. You know, since mom isn't here anymore… and she said that we need to tell dad soon too, or she'll do it herself."

Her grip tightened as well.

"Don't worry, we'll talk with her and your dad, I promise. I'm not running away, Gwen." He reassured her.

"I know…" Gwen sighed. "It's just… I don't know, scary?"

"It'll be weird if you weren't scared, to be honest. And listen to her advice; she's experienced with pregnancy and stuff, while you and I aren't at all."

Gwen nodded, stopping. Her house was just a bit farther away.

"I think this is it for today," she smiled. "I really enjoyed our time together, Peter. It was like-"

"-Nothing else matters?" Peter completed it for her, smiling at her nod.

"Likewise, Gweneth, likewise."

"You just had to ruin the mood with that didn't you?" she narrowed her eyes at him.

Peter just laughed it off.

"Hey…" Gwen said suddenly.

"What?"

"Can we…" she blushed. "Forget about it."

"What? Now I'm curious"

"Can we k-kiss?"

Peter just looked at her as if she were dumb.

"Wh-what?" Gwen stuttered as she glared at him.

Peter snorted in laughter.

"Is that even something you need to ask me?" he said after receiving her piercing glare for a while. "You can kiss me whenever you want, wherever you want." Saying so, he leaned in planting a soft peck on her lips.

Gwen didn't let him move back though. She kissed him back, and invaded his mouth with her tongue, much to his surprise.

Even though Peter was quite surprised by her boldness, he responded to her, kissing her deeply as he pulled her closer by the waist.

Lord_Kismet: Cheesy? Cringy? I dunno, you tell me. As I said, I'm not the best when it comes to romantic dates or whatnot, but I hope I did it well, somewhat.