A Spiders Web of Women

by Arthurian-Legend's-the-Bomb

Peter Parker was just your average super-genius, spider-bitten teenage superhero, operating under the alias "Spider-Man", being awkward with girls by day, while at night fighting bad guys and still being awkward. That was until one fateful night that changed everything for the better. Spider-Man/Harem. If you want more please review.

2. The Model and The Photographer (MJ)

Chapter Two: The Model and The Photographer

Mary Jane Watson

Warning: For my portrayal of MJ, Gwen and Glory Grant, I've kind of meshed their 616 and Spider-Gwen Earth-65 versions together. Its rather minimal for MJ, but for the others they're both rather blended. Enjoy.

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Waking up the next day was a real treat. As with most Friday's I had the initial serotonin rush through my brain as the excitement for the end of the week and the start of the weekend came upon me. Unlike most Friday's prior, I awoke to find myself laying in my aunts messed up bed, with said aunt crouched down in front of me as she bobbed her head on my cock to wake me up.

May's deep glasses covered brown eyes shone with brimming tears once she took my shaft deeper within her stretching throat and met my gaze. Despite her mouth being full and the tears leaking from the corner of her eyes I could tell that she was smiling up at me as she swallowed as much of my cock as she could with each enthusiastic bob of her head. I returned her smile and found myself groaning as she stroked the bottom of my shaft with both of her hands as she began to pull her flushed face away from me.

"Good morning Peter, I hope you don't mind but I wanted to get you up in a nice way before you have to go to school, especially after how fantastic you were last night," May cooed, licking along the bulbous purple head of my cock as she spoke, her hands still working along my shaft with a delightful vigour. Giving the side of my saliva and pre-cum covered cock a hearty kiss, the older woman then added, "And I must say this is very fun, I might have to do this more often! Your cock is just too addictive."

"You flatter me, May," I groaned, bringing one of my hands down to caress her head and push aside strands of her messed up and cum stained brown hair from her face while she licked my balls tentatively. "If anyone here's addictive it's you. I've got half a mind to ditch school today to continue some of last nights fun."

"Don't tempt me," May mumbled against my cock, her lashes fluttering up at me beautifully before she once more took it deep within her skilled throat, gagging along my massive length as she worked her magic and begged for my release. Unable to hold myself back, I soon found myself grabbing on tighter to her messy hair and thrusting up into her throat, meeting each of her bobs as she moaned around me.

Soon, I felt the foreshadowing pulse of release shoot through my body, a twitch stemming from my dick which had May grinning as soon as she noticed it. Pulling my cock out of her mouth, May struck out her tongue, jacked me off and moaned lustfully as spurt after passionate spurt of my release blasted across her face, tits, glasses, and tongue, even filling her mouth, letting her swallow what was quickly becoming her favourite treat. She looked so sexy, crouched over me, covered in my cum as she happily cleaned us both up before sighing and crawling up besides me and flopping down onto her side, our eyes still locked even as we held and caressed one another's sexy tired bodies.

I really couldn't believe my luck.

Nothing ever turned out good for me. It was well known that Parkers had rotten luck and I encapsulated that fact. My parents had died when I was young. My presence living with May and Ben had caused them even more financial strain. I used to be very sick and skinny, and that encouraged the bullying I still suffered from. Uncle Ben died just after I got my powers, which were really more often a curse than the blessing they seemed to be. And my double life as Spider-Man had caused countless problems in my life, from my education, to jobs, and especially to my relationships.

Maybe all of that would get better though.

Even if I had been asked the day prior if I thought that I would lose my virginity to my stunningly beautiful, inspiring Aunt May, after revealing my identity to her, I'd have to told you that you must have bumped your head harder than that time I'd crashed into a wall mid-battle while swinging past Black Widow. It was a crazy thought, but it was great. I never thought I'd get so lucky.

An especially proud point for me was that not only had I risen to the occasion with May, I had clearly rocked her world and given her the best sex of her life. As a extremely self-conscious person who commonly self-deprecated, I had always worried I'd be a bad partner, let alone a bad lover, I wanted to treat the women in my life well, so I tried my hardest to please May. Those fears had been put to rest so quickly that I actually had time to enjoy and explore my carnal desires with May, well into the night, as she had screamed her gratification from my efforts.

Together, my aunt and I lay on her bed for a comfortable few minutes, just basking in the afterglow and one another's presence. A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand showed that we had a good while before I had to leave for school, but unless we actually wanted me to ruin my attendance and risk Gwen Stacy's wrath, it was probably for the best if we didn't resume our love making and just settled before the day ahead.

We did have a lot to talk about.

It was May who moved first, rolling over, sitting up and stretching her back with a satisfied sigh as she grabbed her nightgown that had been resting on a chair and slipped into it while I watched, enthralled by her beauty. She smiled warmly as she met my steely gaze and flicked her eyes over to the door and ordered, "It's best that you go for your shower, while I get some pancakes ready, as well as your lunch."

"Pancakes?" I gasped excitedly, standing up and practically sprinting over to the door to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible, enjoying the feeling of Aunt May's eyes fixating on my ass as I went. "If I'd known that last night would have brought celebratory pancakes I would have fucked you months ago."

"I agree, hot stuff. With how you were last night I anticipate many more pancakes in the future," May giggled, getting off of the bed and walking over to me, slinging her arms over my shoulders and hooking them behind my neck as she cocked her head enticingly to the side. Bringing me in for a quick, tongue filled kiss, the brunette moaned against my lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist, reaching underneath her nightgown to grab ahold of her ass before she pulled away from me with a playful kiss on the nose, "Now go, before you drag me into the shower with you. If we start again we won't stop any time soon and we have stuff to talk about."

With a groan of frustration, I too pulled away from the warm embrace, leaving my aunts room and gathering a towel and fresh cloths from my room before going for a shower. As I walked down the hall, the smell of breakfast being made filled my senses, making my mouth water as I walked into the bathroom and stood under the warm shower.

The water cascaded over my body like a warm healing wave, thanks to my powers last nights crime fighting and love making hadn't over exerted me or injured me, but I was feeling a touch sour in places from just how far I had pushed myself and how little sleep I'd actually gotten. Even still I felt I hadn't even scraped the potential for how much stamina I had when it came to sex, which had my mind travelling to dirtier places.

May was amazing last night, she was a skilled lover and showed me a few things that I intended to practice and perfect for future use in the bedroom. However, May had nowhere near as much stamina as me. She still was able to more than satisfy me, and I had clearly satisfied her, but while she had passed out last night I could have kept going.

Even now, when I stood under the shower, my ravenous dick pulsed under the warm downpour of the shower, as thoughts of the previous night reignited its burning passion. May's morning blow-job, while at the time being fantastic, had clearly done very little to tame the monster she had awoken. Once I had washed, my dick stood at attention, as raging and hard as it had been only minutes earlier.

If May wanted to talk to me over breakfast, I would probably have to deal with this, unless we wanted to get significantly distracted.

A few minutes later, once I had calmed my cock, I left the bathroom in fresh clothes and a wide grin across my face. Entering the kitchen, I saw May dishing up the last pancakes onto our plates while she bent over the table, making her nightgown ride up to reveal her curvy ass. It was a truly breathtaking sight to walk in on, which made me stop me in my tracks to gaze over at her as she didn't seem to notice my presence yet and began humming to herself as she poured out some coffee and put my lunch out for me to grab when I walked out the door.

As she was facing the kitchen counter, swaying her wide hips to the non-exinsistant music, I couldn't hold myself back. Silently, I crept up behinds her and easily wrapped my arms around her, bringing my face down to kiss her on the cheek and neck as she gasped in shock, before turning her head and meeting my lips with her own, deepening our kiss. Turning her around, I pulled back from the kiss, still holding her in my arms as I mumbled, "Breakfast looks great, too bad I want to eat you more."

Snorting with laughter, May shook her head and slapped me playfully on the chest, giggling, "Did you practise that one in the shower, Hotshot?"

"No," I pouted, sitting down at the table and digging into my meal grumpily, "It just kind of came to me in the moment."

"Well keep the quips for the bad guys, then," my aunt ordered, sitting across from me with her cup of coffee in hand. "Or learn better pick up lines. I like some good flirting as much as the next girl, but if that's level your working with then there won't be a good balance of give and take. I could flirt your socks off."

Smirking as I chewed my food, I swallowed before countering, "I find, May, that actions speak louder than words. And if last night has taught me anything, I don't need words to knock your socks off."

"That's a given, Spider-Man," May wiggled her eyebrows playfully, taking a small bite of her food.

We fell into a comfortable silence for the next few minutes as we ate and let the moment settle. We were comfortable. Content even. I didn't want to rush into the conversation that May mentioned we needed to have until she instigated it, and if her white knuckles gripping tightly to her cup as she picked at her food was a sign of anything, it proved she needed a moment.

Last night was starting to properly settle in for both of us it seemed, as while we were comfortable, I sensed we both realised now once the passion and intensity died down how taboo what we did was. We'd started a relationship that we really shouldn't have, but we both wanted in a way, at least, I hoped we both wanted it. As I contemplated our situation for a moment, May took a deep breath in and set her cup down on the table, but kept her grip tight around it.

"I want to keep doing it," she spoke firmly, her brown eyes warm and matronly as ever, but with a new kind of love, and a burning intensity deep within them. Before I could agree with her, she raised her free hand to shush me and continued, "I love you, Peter, and last night was great. We were open and honest with one another for the first time in a long time and we had great sex because of it. Great sex which I would sorely miss."

"Me too."

"But while we both enjoy this, we also have to realise that this is unorthodox at best, and you're still so young, Peter, with so much life left to live and experiences yet to have," May sighed, thumbing her cup nervously as we maintained our eye-contact and I placed my hand gently over hers. "Peter, you are too much for me alone, and know that that is the greatest compliment that I can give you. We can't have a normal relationship as it is, but also, I am not up to scratch with you in the bedroom, not by a landslide. So here is what I'm thinking. You are a strong, smart, funny, handsome, and kind young man, who is also quite frankly hung like a horse your basically any woman's dream. You are surrounded by many stunning and charming woman as both Peter and Spider-Man, some of whom may already see you as I do, while others may eventually."

"What are you meaning with all this, May?" I queried, my mind running wild as it seemed my head was still in the gutter after my shower and the older woman's vague words only added fuel to the flame.

May once more took a deep breath in, her grip tightening on her cup while her olive cheeks were dashed with a pink blush, "I mean that I don't want you to feel weighed down to me, Peter. There are plenty of other women out there who would be happy to have you, but I think none would be able to keep up with you, even if they were superheroes like you. So I would be amenable to you going out there and having fun, as long as you promise to look after your dear old aunt every now and again."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh seriously, Peter, what isn't there to understand? This is every guys dream!" May groaned, although she still had the same light hearted twinkle in her eyes as she leaned closer to me across the table and whispered sultrily, "I am saying that if you want to fuck other girls you can go right on ahead, hell, you could bring them over here to join in if they're into it! I haven't fucked another woman in years and I miss it! I know that there will be plenty of girls crushing on you at this very moment, and I wouldn't want to deny them the pleasures of the well hung, Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man."

It's official, my life is amazing.

"M-m-may, are... are you serious?" I choked out, my face getting so hot that I wished that I had my mask on so I could hide behind it. I was mainly just trying to wrap my head around the idea that other woman were interested in me, because other than May and Black Cat I was obtuse when it came to noticing women's attraction towards me.

Tossing her brown hair over her shoulder provocatively, May fluttered her eyelashes at me as she answered, "Absolutely, Peter! You need to get out there and have fun. You're just lucky enough to have the tools for the job and a surprising knack for it too." The older woman then cocked her head to the side, her beaming grin becoming infectious as she raised up her cup and raised her eyebrow, "So... to finally getting lucky?"

"Seriously, May?" I grumbled, despite my own smile and the light hearted laugh that I let slip, I inched closer and raised my own cup, giving in. "To finally getting lucky. Cheers!"

After clinking our glasses May and I laughed together for a moment, before settling back into more casual conversations about anything and everything. Now that we had no secrets or lies between one another any more, I could finally tell her stories of my exploits as Spider-Man, giving explanations to a lot of lame excuses in the past which she found both funny and exciting, and of course as usual I brought up my friends and school. It was right when I finished telling her about the party the next day at Emily's when I noticed that despite our long conversations, May still hadn't let go of her cup, her grip as tight as ever, and she still seemed to not to have noticed.

"Are you alright, May?"

"Of course I am, sweetheart," May answered, leaning back on her chair absentmindedly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just, you've not let go of your cup in like twenty minutes. You haven't even let go of it to grab your knife," I pointed out, looking down at her plate, where she'd obviously just torn apart her pancake with her fork without really thinking about it.

My aunt seemed genuinely surprised by this, asking me, "Have I, I hadn't noticed?" before she put the cup down on the table, but her grip stayed tight on it, "What the hell? I can't let go of it! It's stuck!"

"It's what?" I asked, jumping out my seat and crouching down besides her as she visibly struggled to attempt to peel her fingers from the cup, her frustration mounting with each passing moment. I couldn't help but get flashbacks to a day a long time ago where I struggled with being stuck to stuff, which made me start to develop a theory. "But that's impossible!"

"Well evidently it's not!" May barked, her teeth gritting as she stood up and backed up to the wall as she awkwardly fought with her own hand to let go of the cup. As her back hit the wall our eyes met and suddenly I felt myself recoil and felt a similar tingle in my Spider-Sense to last night with the van, which almost hurt my head until it settled as I squinted my eyes, seeing May struggling much the same as I was. "What the hell was that? Why is everything so loud?"

"Oh god no," I groaned, stepping closer to May as I rested my hands on her shoulders as I realised a semblance of what was happening. "May I need you to relax, okay. Breathe, meditate, list characters from one of those rotten medical drama's you watch, I don't care, you just have to relax for me."

"It's pretty hard to relax right now!" May shrieked, clenching her fist around the cup tighter, shattering it in her palm and making her cry out in pain as its shards cut her hand. In shock at her own sudden burst of strength the brunette jumped back surprisingly high and braced her good hand against the wall, unwittingly leaving herself hanging a couple feet off the ground as she stuck herself to the ceiling. "AH!"

"Damn it! Okay, fuck, May, you just need to breathe, okay. I went through something just like this, you just have to calm down and you'll fall right off the wall and I'll catch you, I promise," I reassured her, reaching my arms out to her as she gasped and shook in fear above me, staring at her bleeding palm in front of her.

"You'll catch me?" she whimpered, trying to slowly calm her breathing as she closed her eyes.

"Always." It took a couple of minutes, but slowly and surely, May began to calm down as each of her fingers came free from the wall and she came crashing down into my arms. As we held one another in a tight embrace, I stroked her hair soothingly and told her, "I'm going to get your hand cleaned up, okay?" Before going back to the bathroom and grabbing some medical supplies we had.

Sitting May back down at the table, I crouched down in front of her as I treated her wound, knowing that if my suspicions were true she'd be fine in a day with not even a scratch on her. Once I was done I kissed the back of her hand and sat across from her before she asked, "What's happening to me?"

"I'm not too sure, but I think that your becoming like me. I don't know how or why, but you've certainly got at least a couple of my powers from the looks of things," I theorised, looking over her carefully as she seemed to be letting that thought sink in for a moment. Wanting to test something out quickly, I subtly raised my wrist and shot a quick shot of my web-shooter right at her face, and just as I expected, she dodge out of the way of it before she could even realise what it was as it hit a cabinet. "Yeah, definitely a couple of my powers."

"Peter Benjamin Parker, how dare you shoot that thing at me!" May cried, whipping her head over at me aggressively with a scowl as she huffed, "How did this happen? You told me that you got your powers from a spider bite, I haven't been bitten by anything."

"I mean I did nibble you a wee bit last night," I joked, earning an unamused deadpan stare from May as I awkwardly chuckled, "Yeah, that's dumb. But to be fair, the only thing different about last night was us sleeping together. It wouldn't be presumptuous to assume that there's some kind of correlation there."

"So what, you sexually transmitted your powers to me?"

"I don't think it's quite like that, but at least for now, before we figure this out, yeah, think of it in those terms," I conceded.

May sat in stunned silence for a moment, staring down at her hands, before stating, "Whoa. You fucking made me a superhero, Peter."

"Emphasis on the fucking," I had been try to alleviate some of the tension with some of my classic humour, but it seemed that May was too shell shocked for her to notice my feeble attempt at comedy. Realising that with showering, eating breakfast and having two very intense conversations, a lot of time had passed, I checked the time on my phone and realised I had to leave soon, but I couldn't when she was still so frazzled, so I leaned closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder and stroked her arm reassuringly, meeting her eyes as she collected herself, "Are you okay, May? Do you need me to take the day off to make sure you're alright?"

"No, no, I'm as okay as I could be, just a bit surprised is all. You go to school, we can talk more about this later, and figure out what's going on," May answered, leaning into my touch for a moment before winking at me teasingly, saying, "Anyways, we both know that if you skipped school today you would find other ways to entertain yourself."

"Absolutely," I agreed, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet as I slung by backpack over my shoulder and went over to the front door, opening it a crack before turning back to her. Looking sexy and still a bit shocked, I decided I couldn't just walk out the door leaving her like that, so I pulled her into my arm and brought her into an intense passionate kiss, which from the looks of things made her instantly relax. Once I pulled back, I saw a small blush covering May's cheeks as I walked backwards out of the still open door and murmured, "See you later, May. Love you."

"Love you too, Peter," May whispered, smiling back at me as she closed the door for me, while I looked back at it smirking for a fond moment.

Just moments later, I heard a creak from behind me as MJ left her apartment. Turning around to face her, I saw Mary Jane Watson looking as stunning and well dressed as ever, smiling brightly at me as she strutted out of her apartment and closed the door behind her before flicking a gorgeous strand of her wavy red hair into the appropriate position. Each move she made was smooth and flawless in a way that made it look effortless, which I guess were the best ways to describe MJ, if you weren't allowed to use words like funny, exciting, athletic, multi-talented, friendly and straight-up sexy.

This all went to show that when she said that she had dreams of being a star, nobody had any doubt that she was right. I had no doubt in my mind that once Mary Jane made a name for herself, she'd make sure to become more than a small town girl who moved to the Big Apple, she'd become the biggest thing to ever leave Midtown High and her name and talent would far outlive the name and legacy that I'd make as Spider-Man - what with the way superheroes tend to go out and be forgotten. I was more than okay with that, she deserved it. MJ deserved everything and much much more.

"You alright there, Tiger?" MJ raised her eyebrow teasingly, making me realise with a start that I may have spaced out staring at her gorgeous face, plump pink lips and her flowing locks of carefully styled wavy back length red hair - SHIT! - I almost did it again. Once I gathered myself I just nodded my head dumbly to answer her, earning a heavenly chorus of light giggles from my friend - only my friend... sadly - her smile growing before she leaned closer to my face, invading my personal space in a way one part of me loved and the more self-conscious and self-deprecating side grew anxious of. "You look a lot happier than you did yesterday. Did you sort things out with May?"

In a manner of speaking... I certainly sorted her out. A good few times actually, before she passed out.

"Yeah, I did," was what I actually said, rubbing the back of my head awkwardly. As I did I thought for a moment that I saw a bit of a pink tint to MJ's face, but thought better of it when she pulled back from me and broke our eye contact so that she could double check she had everything in her bag. There was no way that MJ had blushed, I knew better than that, it was probably a new way she was doing her makeup - despite the fact she didn't need that crap - or maybe it was the light making her look a bit flushed after her statement. MJ definitely didn't blush because of me or being near me or talking about last night, quite frankly she was more likely to blush because of May than me... so I should probably stop staring at her.

That was easier said than done though, like saying you're going to quit smoking but then just starting to vape instead, except in this circumstance I'm not destroying my body and slowly killing myself, I'm just crushing my heart to smithereens as I look over more of her than just her face and with each detail of her body relearning how out of my league she is and how I was lucky to even be friend zoned by her.

I mean, I lucked out with my gorgeous aunt last night who was also out of my league, but that was just a fluke of some kind.

In those brief moments where I got to look at MJ, I counted myself a lucky man. She had a body that left everyone that saw her gobsmacked. Her face was one thing, I've already sung her praises there, but her curves could stop a war, or at least pause it for a moment as she walked by the battlefield. And as mentioned above, Mary Jane was dressed to impress as usual, wearing casual clothes in a way that would upstage models and make anyone jealous or attracted to her.

As per usual, MJ had elected to wear slightly ripped skinny jeans which showed off her incredible legs and her round ass, while on top she wore a cute red checked shirt, with partially rolled up sleeves and a her Bi-Flag pin pinned into it over her tight form-fitting t-shirt which - Oh god! How did I just notice it?

"Nice shirt, MJ," I nodded over at her white top, a top that I had seen street vendors selling to tourists and mega-fans sometimes while on patrol, a top which just so happened to have a massive love heart in the middle of it which was designed like Spider-Man. Fuck she looked so hot in that, and she was looking at me so innocently, clearly not knowing the effect wearing that shirt would have on me.

"What? I'm just showing support for our Amazing Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man." MJ smirked teasingly as ran one of her hands playfully along the middle of the heart, murmuring, "Do you not like me loving your friend, Peter? I think it's quite alright after he's saved Gwen and I almost a dozen times over the years, and half the school. Hell, he even saved Flash that one time."

"Ha, I forgot about that. He wouldn't shut up about being saved by his favourite superhero for a month after that," I chuckled, amused by the irony of Flash hating my guts but loving Spider-Man. I started to walk down the stairs as I laughed, before looking back at Mary Jane as she followed close behind me, warmth filling my cheeks slightly as I added, "And did I hear you right? Did you say you love Spider-Man?"

For a moment, Mary Jane seemed surprised by my question as she caught up to me as we continued down the stairs, before she bit her lips and avoided eye contact once again, until she turned back around to me with a slight grin and an entrancing twinkle in her eyes as she responded with, "What girl doesn't love Spider-Man? A ton of people support what he does, because he just does what's good and right. He helps people, he's funny and kind, he's obviously really strong and smart and to be perfectly frank his suit really doesn't leave much to the imagination, he has a killer body. Added to that he's a superhero who's saved my life god knows how many times, I'd climb that man like a tree."

I coughed, turning my face away from her until I felt the warmth leave my face as we walked out of our building into the streets of Queens. Once the fresh air hit my face I thought for a moment on how to word my first lie of the day as I cooled off, "When I talk to him while taking pictures, he doesn't seem to feel that support or adoration that you say he has from the people or the ladies of New York."

"Well next time you take his picture let him know that I'm racing every other girl in the world, including that hot Black Cat he's always hanging out with, to sink my teeth into him first, maybe let her stay for seconds too. That'll help boost his confidence for sure." MJ stated casually, catching me off guard. I turned to look at her again and saw that her grin had widened and she was looking into my eyes searchingly for a brief second before she schooled her expression and looked ahead.

We walked in relative silence for a while, Mary Jane strutting through the streets with a glowing smile and confident sway of her hips, my heart beat so fast and loud that I could hear it pumping away in the back of my mind and feared she would hear it too. I hoped I wasn't blushing like I feared, but MJ had just dropped a multitude of bombs on me, each one leaving me more aroused and confused than the next, until she had brought up Black Cat and some foul thoughts entered my mind, washing away the burst of confidence my redheaded friend had almost bought me.

Much like Black Cat, MJ wasn't interested in behind the mask of Spider-Man. I shouldn't take what she says as compliments to me, she just like all the other woman she claimed liked Spider-Man, just had a celebrity crush on a local legend. She didn't want me. Why would the Mary Jane Watson want Peter Parker? Why would Gwen Stacey or Black Cat want me either? Why would anybody?

Sadly, despite May's words only minutes prior, she was the only person that saw me how I wanted to be seen. And I didn't want to pick up girls just because I'm Spider-Man.

Grumbling I looked at MJ's beautiful face as she smiled down at her phone and quickly typed something as she sent a message to one of her friends. She was so confident, so easy going. I tried to replicate that when I was Spider-Man, which is how the quipping had started, a shield of fake confidence and immaturity to defend my younger self when I was afraid, and it had just sort of stuck.

Despite that I kept thinking that every once in a while I would catch MJ taking quick glances at me from the corner of her eyes, and that same soft pink would fill her cheeks for a split second before it vanished. I shook my head, stupidly deciding not to think much of it, before spotting who she'd been texting on her phone and being reminded of a point she'd made earlier.

"Spider-Man's saved you and Gwen fifteen times in the last three years by the way. Just to keep the record straight," I impulsively brought up, catching MJ off guard as she slipped her phone in her pocket and looked at me curiously for a moment. "He's saved Gwen seven times and you eight, although a few of those times you were both together."

"Are you keeping track of how often he save's us, Tiger?" Mary Jane gasped, that damned sexy twinkle filling her eyes as she smiled teasingly. "That's so cute! Were you worried about us, Peter? Were you making sure we were safe? My hero!"

I begrudgingly didn't look at her for a moment, not indulging her teasing jibes with an answer until she started to poke my arm and side annoyingly, knowing that she could get on my nerves, especially as she cooed my name. Grumbling, I whipped around and barked, "What?"

"It's actually pretty cool that you're looking out for Gwen and I like that, I know you don't have the easiest time what with what schools like, to working for the Bugle, to helping your aunt, and helping Harry study, along with all of that mysterious stuff you get up to. I love to know you've always got my back, the way you've got all of our backs, and I just want to remind you that we've got yours too, Tiger," MJ confessed, her smile softening, melting my heart before she suddenly nudged me with her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows as she added, "Which is why I need to one hundred percent make sure that you coming to the party tomorrow! Gwen said you are, but I need to hear it from the horses mouth, so to speak. I have plans to get you drunk and having you finally let loose for once, have a social life, flirt, and play stupid drinking games."

"Yeah, I okayed it with May this morning," I answered awkwardly, not anticipating the cheer of excitement and joy from the redhead as she leapt forth and hugged herself close to my arm, her face far too close for comfort as she looked up at from my shoulder, yet not as close as I wanted, and her green eyes now sparkling.

"Brilliant! Once you get nice and drunk I'm going to have you spill some juicy secrets for me, I just know it, Tiger." MJ giggled excitedly, sliding one of her arms through mine as we walked together while a deep existential dread filled my soul as I shuddered, suppressing the host of emotions that filled my heart and clouded my head at the physical intimacy, along with the fear of just what secrets she would be looking for.

Surprisingly, Mary Jane had us remain walking arm in arm all the way to school, casual and self-assured as ever as she lead my self-conscious ass through a crowd of gawking fellow students, who all began whispering as they once MJ had dragged me past them. When we entered the building and were met by the bustling halls, the stunning redhead continued to maintain her firm grip on me, ignoring the few people who spotted us as we waded through the flooded halls and made our way over to a familiar cute blonde girl, who seemed to be in the midst of a conversation with a pretty black girl.

Glory Grant was one of our rare peers who had always been nice to me, even before the spider-bite and had always been on good terms with our small group because of it, even to the point of spending most lunches and free periods with us when she didn't have to do piano practice. She'd been able to bond with all of us for different reasons over the years, such as her shared love of rock music with Gwen, our shared experience of the J. Jonah Jameson from interning at the Bugle, her dreams of becoming a model like MJ and the fact she was the only person (other than sometimes MJ) who would agree with Harry when checking out the girls (and sometimes guys) in our classes.

Much like most women I met, Glory was frustratingly gorgeous and one of my many crushes. Glory had her brown hair styled in a loose braid and at times her hair by her face could get cutely frazzled when she got passionate about something, her brown eyes could at times be so soft and at others intimidating and judgy, although I had never been under her gaze when she did, despite the fact she looked really hot in those moments and I wouldn't have minded all that much.

As Mary Jane and I approached, we heard Gwen grumbling with a pout, "Come on, Glory! The girls in my last band had a major falling out and aren't speaking anymore. Everyone in school already expects me to play, and Emily says she already has a set up at her house, but I can't just drum by myself!"

"But think about it? Me? In a band? I know we like the same kind of music and I can play a couple of instruments but I really don't think that's my scene," Glory chuckled, holding some books lazily in her hands and resting against the locker while she spoke. "And I can't split my time well between auditions for modelling jobs, school and the Bugle as it is. It would be fun to try being in a band, but its another commitment."

"Buzzkill!" MJ teased, sliding up to the other side of Glory, flanking her with Gwen and giving her a kiss on the cheek in greeting. "I was up all night thinking up band names and here you are bailing out before the fun can start. You're more of a tease than me!"

"I take that as a compliment," Glory fluttered her eyelashes at MJ, both smiling at one another before they burst into a fit of giggles and leaned against one another.

It was about then that I tapped a rather distracted looking Gwen on the shoulder and nudged her arm with mine once I had her attention, "Hey, Gwendy, having some trouble organising the troops?"

She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, a slight blush prickling her cheeks at the mention of mine and MJ's nickname for her, and shrugged, "MJ was very excited when I asked her to be the lead singer last night. She was the only person I could count on to accept my offer on such short notice, especially with her singing voice. Do you remember her singing in ninth grade?"

I nodded, remembering all too well MJ's passionate performance as Eponine in Midtown Highs rendition of Les Miserables, a performance which I had almost missed because I was busy saving people from a burning building, but had thankfully arrived in time to watch the whole performance. I, along with half of the school, became even more transfixed by her after that.

Gwen pulled me out of my memories when she murmured, "To be honest, it was a bit weird when I texted her. It was pretty late, since I'd been failing to mediate my last group all night over the phone, but the moment I sent her the message she said yes and phoned me. MJ's usually up late, but she's not usually up past midnight, let alone 3am! On the phone she sounded so hushed and fluster as well, it's not like her."

That was odd. While MJ wasn't an insomniac like me or a workaholic like Harry's dad, Norman, she did usually stay up late, but not as late as 3am - Wait! - that's about when I got home, when I talked to May, when we... There's no way that that was related, my Spider-Sense didn't go off. I was probably just getting caught up in my own head.

Hopefully.

Ignoring my concerning train of thought, I looked around and realised that Harry wasn't around before me like usual, before turning to Gwen, asking, "Have you seen Harry around? It's not often that I'm in before him."

"Yeah, he's in. I think he had to talk to his Business teacher about an essay that's due next week, I think he wants to make sure he's got everything down right." Gwen mumbled, while pulling out a sheet of paper from her bag distractedly and handing it over to MJ and Glory, who were still talking animatedly with one another. "Now you two, please focus. I've already written up a brief set list which we can run through in the Music Room in our free period or over lunch. Glory, I know you want to join in, so relax, have some fun."

"Fine, but you owe me, Blondie," Glory bit back flirtatiously, winking as she snatched the set list from Gwen, causing the scientist-drummer-ballerina hybrid besides me to blush profusely, before giving it a quick once over with MJ. By the time she was done reading it, Glory had a wide grin across her face and an excited sparkle in her eyes. "These are some killer songs, I even already know how to play some of these. But what's this song just called question mark?"

Mary Jane giggled excitedly at that as she pulled the set list from her hands and cooed, "Oh, it's just a little something Gwendy and I have been writing for - what? - about three months now?"

"Don't call me Gwendy," the blonde pouted with an adorable huff as her cheeks turned pink once again. When MJ threw up her arms in surrender under Gwen's glare, she added, "And you're basically right. Three months, but you came up with most of the lyrics a while ago."

"We still haven't come up with the name though," MJ sighed, biting her lips slightly as she looked at her feet, "It's about someone though, so we should best figure it out."

Wanting to be supportive, while internally suspicious about who the song was about, I held the redhead by the side of her arm and murmured to her, "Don't worry, MJ, I'm sure it'll come to you."

A cheeky smirk then crossed my friends face as she purred, "Oh I really hope so, Tiger."

Something about her tone left me feeling very out of the loop, yet incredibly aroused. I have some serious issues.

Thankfully, as per usual, I was saved by the bell, and we all split up for our first classes.

Because of how our schedules and the girls impromptu band rehearsal lined up, I didn't actually see any of the girls for the rest of the day, although I was able to meet up with Harry during lunch, where he filled me in on how good his Business Essay was and his plan to talk to Emily the next evening. I was all too happy to turn the conversation away from girls, knowing all too well that Harry lacked any subtlety and knew of my crush on our absent friends and his own on my aunt.

By the time my final class of the day ended, we all met back up outside of the main entrance. As usual, Harry dipped quickly, running down the road to be picked up by his chauffeur quickly and out of sight of our classmates. Glory also ran off to do her shift at the Bugle, taking some of my pictures I'd taken last night with her as she went, although only doing so when I promised to come in tomorrow morning with more pictures. So I was left with MJ and Gwen by the side of the road, with both of them on either side of me as our peers hopped on buses and their own cars.

We would usually wait with Gwen for a bit before her dad showed up to pick her up. Despite being a Police Captain with a busy schedule, George Stacy always made time to come get his daughter so they could talk about their days. It had been like that ever since Gwen's mom had died just before we started high school, long before MJ had moved into town or I'd been bitten my the spider and lost my Uncle Ben.

That time period had been shocking for a young, nerdy, emotionally inarticulate Peter Parker, as I had only ever encountered death when my parents died in a plane crash. I hadn't known how to communicate with Gwen at the time, and neither could she. It was then that she fell in love with music and learned to play the drums, as well as picked up her old ballet classes from when she was a kid. She later told me that she needed to vent out some frustration and express herself, which I encouraged her to do as long as she enjoyed it.

Those days Captain Stacy had also visited my uncle in the apartment after work a lot, since they and my dad had been buddies for decades. George did as I had done with Ben countless times before when I had a problem or felt depressed, talked until he knew what to do. If he worried about himself digging too much into work in his grief, he'd talk to Ben and find a way to balance work and grief healthily. If he worried that he and Gwen were splitting apart and he wasn't a good father, he'd talk to Ben and figure out what to say to Gwen and eventually make the school pick up plan to keep in touch.

I would have found it all very sweet if not for the fact that without the Spider-Man mask covering my face, and that familiar superhero confidence overtook my Peter Parker-ness, Captain Stacy scared the ever-loving shit out of me. He was a big guy, he worked out a lot for a man in his fifties, and while he had always been nice to me despite his hardened stern exterior, he had always intimidated me, even now I had superpowers.

So when I saw his cruiser driving carefully up to the sidewalk before us, I instinctively took a deep breath in and puffed out my chest, all while Mary Jane to my right shook her head with a sexy eye roll and a smirk at my expense.

Once the car came to a halt Captain Stacy opened the door and hopped out of his seat. Giving Gwen a quick kiss on her forehead, he took her bag and tossed it into the back seat while asking her, "Did you have a good day, Princess?"

"Dad!" Gwen huffed, blushing and hiding behind the hood of her jumped to avoid our smirks as MJ and I earned a curt nod from Captain Stacy. The blonde then looked up at her father, grumbling, "It was fine, I got the band stuff sorted out. So I should be all set for tomorrow."

"Ah, yeah, that reminds me," George's soft exterior towards swiftly faded as he stood up straight, standing about the same size as me, but looking far more intimidating than I as a superhero would like to admit as he looked me piercingly in the eyes, his arms crossed as he grumbled out, "Parker, I would like to remind you to look after my daughter and reiterate that I can and will use my legally mandated firearm on you if anything bad happens to her at this party."

"Yes, sir - I mean Captain Stacy!" I squeaked embarrassingly, awkwardly standing at attention - silently debating on whether or not he woulds kill me if I saluted - while Gwen glared at her father for his overprotectiveness. Coughing as I attempted to fix my voice and relax, I spoke normally, "I'll look out for her."

"As you should, for both her and Miss Watson over there," Captain Stacy added with a nod of his head towards MJ, who was stifling her laughter at my expense from how awkward I am. George then leaned over slightly towards me and asked, "Should I be on the look out for our shared friend tonight, Parker?"

Thinking for a moment, I shrugged, answering, "It really depends."

Seemingly not satisfied with that answer, Captain Stacy pressed further, "Alright, but if something goes down and I see another of your damned pictures in the Bugle again... You know how I feel about you putting yourself in a tough spot. Only the other day your aunt called me talking about how worried she is about you risking your life for some pictures!"

"I understand, and I had an... in depth conversation with May about it last night, we sorted everything out," I conceded, stammering over my words as I thought of how to word my "conversation" with May. "But the bills still need paid, and I have a responsibility to upkeep. I always make sure to be as safe as possible, that's the best that I can give you."

We were silent as we met one another's eyes for a moment, before George nodded towards me and gestured over to Gwen to get in his car as he hopped into the drivers seat. Gwen waved to both Mary Jane and I as she rushed over to the passenger side and got in beside her dad, who had rolled down his window. Captain Stacy and I looked directly at one another, long and hard enough for me to wonder, as I had so many times before, if he knew. But before I could dwell on those thoughts, he reminded me, "Look after my daughter, Peter. I trust you to take care of her and Mary Jane."

With a start, I flinched as I felt MJ suddenly cling to my arm, pressing her boobs far too comfortably against me as she wore her usual cheeky grin. The redhead smiled brightly over to Captain Stacy and Gwen as he rolled down his window, calling out to him in the last moment, "Don't worry, Captain, Mister Parker here is more than prepared to take care of Gwendy and I."

Giggling as my face flushed in shock and embarrassment, while Gwen's face resembled mine as her father shook his head and began to drive off, Mary Jane turned up to look at me as her heavenly laughter died down, fluttering her eyelashes alluringly as she painfully pulled away from my arm to wave them off. I couldn't believe that she'd said that, and in front of Captain Stacy of all people. Gwen was mortified. Although, I will admit, my heart did skip a beat when the redhead had pressed against me and made her joke, it gave me a brief burst of hope that she felt the same way from me, but that had died down once she had pulled away from me.

She was just teasing.

"Was that really necessary?" I exclaimed, hoping that the warmth in my cheeks would fade as soon as possible. Instead of an answer, MJ just turned around to look at me, her smile still her present and her bright green eyes feigning innocence. I couldn't stay mad at her when she looked at me like that, and I'm sure she knows it and uses it to her advantage whenever she can. Shaking my head, I grumbled, "Gwen's going to either kill you or kick you out of her band the next time she sees you."

"Let her try, Tiger, we both know that I can sweet-talk my way out of it. I can be very persuasive." MJ purred, making my heart stop for a moment and my brain catapult straight into the gutter as she hooked her arm through mine once more, as we began to make our way back home.

To say I was confused by what MJ had just said - what she'd implied - would be an understatement. Mary Jane was never one to shy away from the occasional crude joke or flirty comment, it was part of her charm, and presumably a defence mechanism she had to stop herself from being vulnerable, she was a lot like another woman in my life that way. But this was more blatant than usual, it was pretty jarring.

But as always I was probably overthinking things. I tend to do that a lot.

Pushing all of my thoughts of MJ being forward to me and Gwen away, I simply appreciated her presence, and her arm wrapped around mine as we walked together in a brief, beautiful moment of silence. Well, silent if I ignored the little tune that MJ started humming to herself as we reached the half way mark back home, but I very much wanted to listen to her voice, she sounded so freaking good, like always.

Before I could really think anything through, I found myself asking, "What's brought on you wanting to be in a band?"

"What do you mean, Tiger?" the redhead hummed, smirking up at me as she fluttered her eyelashes alluringly, "I'm helping out a friend, having some fun and possibly starting something that could bring me stardom. I'm just trying to reach my full potential."

"I guess, but don't you think with school, modelling and acting you might start stretching yourself too thin with a band," I wondered as slight warmth filled my cheeks, concern obviously clear in my voice as I added, "I have no doubt no matter what you do you'll make it big and be amazing, I just don't won't you to stressed or exhausted to do what you love."

"That's really sweet," MJ cooed, her own face surprisingly flushing as she bit her lip before she quickly turned away from me, "But honestly, I'm of the mindset that only the most beautiful diamonds are formed under pressure, so the end result will be worth the moments of stress I have right now. And to be frank, my schedule will be a lot more clear in a few months once we leave high school, and even so, I have more important things to worry about than auditions and book reports."

"Really, what? Are you okay, do you need help with anything?" I promptly responded, earning a pointed look from MJ that probably meant something.

Shaking her head, the redhead giggled, "You are so adorably clueless sometimes, Tiger!"

"What did I do?" I chuckled, exasperatedly.

"The fact you have to ask proves my point," MJ laughed, that twinkle in her eyes once more. "By the way, I know I asked you this earlier, Tiger, but how were things last night with May?"

"As I said earlier, it went fine, we had a much needed conversation and things are better than they've been in a while," I answered half-truthfully, missing out the key detail of how that conversation ended and how things were better.

Nodding her head, I thought for a moment Mary Jane had accepted my answer, dropped the subject and become as comfortable in our silence previous as I had, until she murmured, "Oh, I was just making sure. I thought I heard some raised voices late last night."

Oh no. She can't have heard us, she would have said, she'd be disgusted by me. God no, I can't have MJ hate me, I'm sure my heart couldn't handle it.

But she leaned closer to my ear, having to walk on the tips of her toes to do so, so that she could whisper to me, "Don't you know we share a very thin wall, Tiger?"

If she knows why is she acting the same, is she saving face? Is she-

Before I could continue my internal downward spiral, MJ leaned back, smiling sympathetically, before adding, "I heard you and May arguing last night." Thank God! "While I couldn't make out most of what was said, I could tell things got intense. I just wanted to make sure you're okay, and know that you have me to talk to if you need."

"Thank you, MJ, honestly, that means the world to me, but things were more than great last night and both May and I are fine now," I replied, hoping that I masked my relief well, as I answered as honestly as possible, while still being vague enough that she didn't figure out what actually happened. "May and I had to get the arguing and frustration out of our systems at the start, we brought up a lot of stuff that've been troubling us for a while, like work, school... Ben. But we sorted things out and now were better than ever."

"Well that's great to hear," MJ smiled warmly to me, before her eyes sparkled with unbridled mischief as she asked, "By the way, how did you get in without me hearing last night? The only signal I had that you were in before you and May talked was hearing you open your window? Did you climb the fire escape at 3am? Without making a sound at that?"

"Um..." I squeaked, having spent so long covering up the events of the night before that I'd temporarily forgotten how to hide being Spider-Man.

"Eh, it doesn't matter for now, you can teach me how to sneak in like that later anyway. That could be really useful for getting past Anna," Mary Jane sighed wistfully, her mind seeming going to far off places as we neared the end of our trek back home. "By the way, I could use your help with something, Tiger."

"What can I do for you?"

MJ must have liked my response, as she grinned from ear to ear at my fast answer, purring what I thought was, "Good boy," through a murmur before blushing slightly and shaking her head with a violent, obviously forced cough. I don't know how to explain how what she may have said made me feel, she seemed flustered by it though, that was for sure, but she was able to cover it up well when she went on to say, "So I've been needing test shots for auditions that are coming up, but they don't really come cheap. Aunt Anna and I have been saving up for a photographer to one day do a shoot with me and get them printed out too, but some photographers just aren't very professional in those shoots. And while I know your busy and you don't usually take those kinds of pictures. I was wondering if you would be willing to help me out right now - I'd be willing to pay you of course."

"Oh, there's really no need for that, I'd do it for free," I waved it off, knowing I'd feel uncomfortable if I was payed for doing a favour for a friend. "I'm quite frankly honoured you'd ask me to help with this, it's a nice compliment to my work. At least, it's nicer than what Mister Jameson usually says."

"So you'll help?" the redhead stared up at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Of course," I responded. Promptly being sent back peddling for a moment when Mary Jane rushed forward to wrap me up in a powerful hug within her surprisingly strong arms.

If I didn't have super strength, I'm pretty she'd have broken one of my ribs!... Hot.

"Thank you so much, Tiger, I'll make sure to make this worth your while," MJ gushed as she pulled away from our embrace.

"It already is," I stated, before a stray thought caught in my mind, and I asked, "Hey, MJ. Where are we going to be shooting this?"

To which the redhead simply raised one of her carefully done eyebrows alluring, nibbled her lip for a moment as we finally reached the entrance to our building and murmured, "Well, I assumed we'd do it at my place. It's quick, it's easy, and Aunt Anna's out, so she won't interrupt." Gulping, I followed her through the entrance as she hummed to herself without a care in the world, as if she didn't understand how much her statement stressed me out. Beads of sweat poured down the back of my neck as I followed her up the stairs, her ass shaking in front of me reminding me that we'd be alone before I forced myself to shove those thoughts aside.

Fuck, my hearts going to explode from panic! I need to calm down. But how can I when she's standing there being so calm about inviting me over to take pictures of her in her room? This girls going to be the death of me!

It was when we reached the door to her apartment that Mary Jane seemed to have some kind of epiphany. "Actually, we might as well take the pictures in my room." - What the fuck? - "It's got better light than the rest of the apartment and my clothes will be right there to change into. It's perfect."

Oh no...

With a slight creak, MJ swung open her front door energetically, and guided me into the apartment with a wide grin. Once I was inside, she asked me to shut the door behind me and get my camera ready while she set up some extra lights in her room. After a few minutes of waiting, I was called into her room and had to consciously stop myself from blushing as I walked through the door.

Upon entering her room I was met with eggshell white walls, plastered with movie posters, carpeted floors with fashion magazines and a few ring light stands scattered around. A barely made bed sat just by the window and a divider stood just by the wall that we shared between our rooms, which I assumed the redhead was still behind as her silhouette moved around, hanging up some outfits for later as she hummed to herself.

Taking a moment to cool my nerves and remind myself not to overthink things like I usually do, I set my bag down by the bed, having made sure to zip it up so that I wouldn't risk MJ seeing my suit bundled up besides my books. Thumbing my camera for a moment as I waited, I eventually heard MJ cough delicately to gain my attention.

"Are you ready, Tiger?"

Was I?

Well, I thought I was, but the moment I saw her standing there, under those lights, I knew I wasn't. It was like I was back in the hallway this morning all over again, left gobsmacked staring at her as she was already posing in that same damned shirt with my mask in the shape of a love heart on it. It almost wasn't fair. How could anyone prepare for looking at a girl like Mary Jane, to stand and take pictures of her as she unwittingly wore a symbol of love for the other side of you that you hid not just from her, but from everybody. And that's not even taking into account what was going to happen later, I could have never been prepared for that, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Sure thing, MJ." I sputtered, awkwardly trying to maintain eye contact while shying away from her enticing gaze.

Soon we got to work, as MJ began to pose and I snapped pictures, a healthy bit of conversation filling the room as we did what we were good at. At the moment, she wasn't my crush Mary Jane and I wasn't her friend Peter. No, she was a model and I was the photographer. On occasion I would even instruct her on ways to pose and along with different expressions before we'd made in only a few minutes what I thought was already a pretty good profile of headshots.

When I started to lower my camera the redhead quirked her eyebrow before a salacious smile crossed her face as she cooed, "Oh, do you think we're done with this look already?" Before I could even nod my head or think about how she specifically said this look, MJ turned around and began to tie her long red hair up into a ponytail as she walked back behind her divider, leaving me with a quick view of her curvy ass as it swayed out of view while I sat back in befuddlement for a moment. Hidden behind the divider, MJ then called back to me, "I hope you have more memory on your camera, because I have a few more outfits I want pictures in."

"Yeah-" I replied with a slight squeak as I watched the redheads silhouette start to remove her clothes before I frantically turned around in fear of her catching me staring. "Yeah, I have more memory, but if I want to do some work tonight I probably need to be more selective with how many pictures I snap right now. How many outfits are there?"

"Only two or three more, it really depends," MJ answered, her hands momentarily shooting up above the divider as she pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it aside, leaving it hanging over the edge of the divider, forcing me to stare at the stylised Spider-Man on it.

For the next couple of minutes I had to sit and distract myself from peaking at Mary Jane by fiddling with my camera, until she strutted out from the divider with tantalising sway of her hips as she flipped her high top ponytail over her shoulder alluring before putting her hands on her hips, a smirk plastered across her lips as she caught my eyes as I stared at her and was captured by her presence.

Instead of her just wearing a different casual outfit like I had been expecting, MJ now stood before me in what were clearly her workout clothes. She was only wearing a purple sports bra, which showed off her slightly toned midriff and accentuated the curves of her large breasts, as well as a pair of matching workout leggings, which snuggly hugged her ass.

She looked so perfect, and so sexy that I was surprised I wasn't drooling, but she could probably tell I was on the verge of it as she startled me by cooing, "Are you enjoying the view from there, Tiger?"

To which I jumped back slightly as I was frightened out of my gazing. "Sorry for making you uncomfortable, I won't do that again. I promise."

"Peter, don't make promises you and I both know you won't be able to keep." Mary Jane giggled while turning to be facing me from the side, showing off more of her ass while she looked over her shoulder as she added, "And I'm not uncomfortable at all, I don't mind you looking at me, Tiger. You don't look at me like other guys, I actually rather enjoy it when I catch you looking at me."

Oh shit, she knows... Wait! Did she just admit that she likes it when I check her out?

"It seems I'm not as subtle as I hoped," I grumbled, worrying the bottom of my lip, raising my camera to snap some more pictures of her as she switched gracefully between poses.

"Subtlety isn't really your strong suit, Tiger. It's alright though, your cute when you get all embarrassed and excited, it makes it more fun to tease you," said the redhead as she ran her hands through her hair and over the side of her torso sexily while maintain eye contact with me. Her green eyes locking on mine as she spoke and posed had my cock twitching underneath my pants as I silently hoped she wouldn't notice my budding erection. After a second MJ turned back around to return behind the divider, asking me, "Why do you think I do it so much?"

"Because you're ever so slightly evil," I murmured under my breath while reviewing the pictures I'd gathered so far, ignoring Mary Jane humming some song I didn't know as she changed once again.

I'm going to need to be double careful when handing off pictures to Jameson for a while. It would be really freaking embarrassing if he accidentally saw these.

Chuckling to myself as I imagined my bosses confusion at being emailed or even more hilariously hand delivered a picture of the stunning Miss Mary Jane Watson wearing her Spider-Man shirt or posing gorgeously in her workout gear, I found my thoughts shifting from that to what MJ and I had been talking about.

How much does she know? Does she just know I sometimes check her out? Or does she know I'm practically in love with her?

Those thoughts ran amuck in my mind as I waited for Mary Jane to change once more, until she called out to me, "Hey, Peter! Could you come back here and help me with my zip? I can't quite reach it."

"Of course," I coughed out, stumbling over to the divider tentatively, the warmth of my cheeks spreading as I peaked past awkwardly past the divider to see the redhead smiling into the mirror with her back exposed to me, her sea green dress parting enough at the zip to show her red bra strap. Cooling myself with a barely controlled breath I gently reached out and began to pull the zip up, before stopping and retracting my hands once MJ gasped. "I'm sorry, was that too much? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Tiger, it was fine," MJ answered, turning her head slightly over her shoulder to flutter her eyelashes back at me, looking almost expectant until I remembered I shouldn't be staring into her green eyes and resumed pulling up her zip the rest of the way up. "Thanks, Tiger. And sorry for startling you there, when you touched me I felt all tingly all of a sudden, it got me a bit excited."

"Oh, um, alright then!" I floundered, shuffling backwards, overanalysing what she said as I failed at stopping myself from staring at Mary Jane once again.

She was just too drop dead gorgeous, it wasn't fair. The green dress she had on hugged her body in a way that accentuated her curves, but wasn't so tight or short trimmed enough that people would consider it slutty. Her ponytail was now resting over her shoulder, across the neckline of her dress which teased a view of the top of her boobs, but nothing more, and MJ seemed to know it based on the proud smirk she shot at me when she caught me looking at her chest.

Wanting to be a bit confident for once, instead of panicking like I usually did, I trailed my eyes down her body, taking in her hand delicately resting on her hip, her enticing ass almost begging to break out of her sexy dress and her toned legs, now looking more tantalising than usual thanks to the green high heels she was wearing. Smirking as I took her in, I once more met her gaze.

"Do you want to get back to it, MJ?"

"Absolutely, Tiger!" cooed the redhead, as she strutted out from behind the divider and began to pose for me once again, although this time our eyes very rarely left one another's as hers seemed to burn into me whilst we stared. Despite my moment of confidence I could feel it beginning to dwindle and knew I wouldn't be able to match MJ's intense gaze for much longer, as the negative and self-deprecating thoughts once more started to dig their claws into my mind.

Just as I was finishing up this batch of pictures, I began to feel the weight of my thoughts start to overwhelm me, so I found my eyes flitting away from Mary Janes gaze and taking in other small aspects of the room, like a small crack in the wooden frame of the door, an old teddy bear which was missing a button eye resting by the pillow on her bed and a notepad on her desk which seemed to have some hand drawn outfit designs strewn across the pages. I had to do this to distract myself from watching MJ walk back behind the divider, I didn't think my heart could handle ogling her anymore, or trying to decipher the way she looks at and speaks to me, so I had to look away.

Only to be startled more than any other time today when MJ asked, "Why aren't you as confident or as daring as we both know you should be, Tiger?"

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

MJ was already behind the divider before I could fully process what she meant, so I put down my camera and watched as her silhouette shifted before choking out anxiously, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Mary Jane retorted, her voice pointed but not harsh or accusatory. She wasn't trying to start a fight, she wasn't trying to be difficult, I knew that. She seemed to just want an answer, but didn't understand that I didn't get her question. "Tiger, I've been waiting three years for you to respond to any of my advances, and each and every time I think your getting close you seem to shut yourself in and get caught up in your own head. What are you so worried about? Your the nicest, smartest, funniest and hottest guy I know, why haven't you asked me out yet? I know your interested."

"Wait, you like me too?" I guffawed, my mind in the midst of a meltdown. "Since when?"

"Since forever, you idiot. When I first moved here you were all shy and nerdy and that's kind of my type, so I flirted a lot, tried to give you some hints while also getting you embarrassed, but despite being a genius you really can't read women." MJ grumbled as her silhouette violently kicked off her high heels and started to pull off her dress. "Then a few weeks later, the day after that science trip, you came to school and you'd lost the glasses and had finally grown and filled out, but you were still the same old charming Peter Parker, except now every girl in school was able to appreciate you like I did. It's so frustrating you being so hot and not getting how into you I and half the school are in you, Tiger!"

"I-I... I had no clue, I thought everyone found me weird. I thought that you would never be into me, since you - well - since you're so perfect and gorgeous," I whispered, staring blankly at the divider as MJ was still stripping out of her dress. "Why are you suddenly telling me this? What sparked this?"

"I'm getting to that!" MJ barked, before taking a deep breath and simply adding. "You know we share a wall, right Peter? We share a wall, a very thin one at that. Our windows are next to each other, we share a goddamn fire escape."

Taking a moment to think, a dash of fear began to fill my hear as too where this conversation was going, but I still found myself croaking out, "Yes. Why does that matter?"

"Because not long after you suddenly went from being cute to stunning, a few days after you beat Flash in that fight without throwing a punch, something really bad happened. The worst thing that's every happened to you. Ben died." Mary Jane let out a deep mournful sigh as she touched this tender subject, stopping her changing for a moment as she continued on. "And that very same night, I was sitting, starring out of that window, when I watched you climb onto the fire escape in a red and blue costume and swing across the city to catch his killer."

Oh my god...

"You knew."

"I've known since the start, yes. Why do you think I always cover for you when you're late for a class? Why do you think I'm not very shy about talking about my crush on your alter ego in front of you, Tiger? I've been looking out for you, making sure your okay, trying to let you know that you can trust me and that I get why you keep being Spider-Man secret, but I've got your back," MJ responded, as her dress slipped off of her shoulders and fell to the floor behind the divider. "But you've kept your distance, stayed in the mindset that nobody could love you or find you attractive or understand your double life this entire time, and it's made my job really hard. And while I don't think Gwen knows who you are, I think she can also tell you're not okay and she wants to help you too."

"Wait, your job?" I queried, feeling confused despite all of the answers and revelations I was being told. "Gwen's worried about me?"

"Oh yeah, Tiger, Gwen and I are both looking out for you, making sure your taken care of, that's our job. While I feel bad doing this without talking to her like I'd originally planned, you changed things last night." The redhead answered, before she once more, and for the final time that evening, strutted out from the divider. Although this time, she wasn't standing in sexy clothing. No, she was proving she didn't need clothes to look gorgeous, as she stood before me in all her naked glory, showing off her curvy supple body and causing me to drop my camera onto the bed. "I had planned to talk to you tomorrow night, when you'd had a couple of drinks and would hopefully be more willing to be honest to me about your feelings and your secret identity, maybe have Gwen be there too so the three of us could finally deal with our feelings for one another. But then, as I was about to discuss my plan with her on the phone last night, you come swinging home and I am forced to sit there and listen as you reveal your Spider-Man to May and then gave that MILF what sounded like the fucking of a lifetime!"

"Y-you heard us?" I stammered, still caught off my MJ prowling towards me in absolutely nothing but her birthday suit, her tits swaying delectably as she made her way over to me. "Wait, you were trying to plan a threesome between us and Gwen tomorrow? You like Gwen too? I'm so confused right now! So much is happening."

Smiling gracefully down on me, Mary Jane cupped the side of my face, forcing me to maintain eye contact with her as she stroked my jawline and chin affectionately, before cooing, "Then I'll answer in order to make it easier for you to get, Tiger. One, I heard you absolutely fucking ruining May and it turned me on like nothing else, I masturbated all night to the thought of you two going at it. May's really hot, in fact she's one of the reasons I realised I'm bi, and the thought of you fucking her awoke something in me. Two and I guess also three, yeah, I was going to try and convince Gwen to join us during the party, so that we could both get our answers and open the next chapter of our relationship. You see, Gwen's the other reason why I realised I'm bi, I did tell you earlier that I have a thing for nerds. I was hoping that once we were all open and honest with one another we'd be able to all become a thing. But you turned me on too much last night and now I need you to deal with the consequences of your actions, Tiger."

"Wow, that's a lot." I rubbed the side of my head, still staring into her eyes as I stood up and wrapped my arms around her waist as she gasped in delight at my touch. "So let me get this straight, you invited me over here so that I could fuck your brains out, despite your plans for tomorrow? Did I really sound that good last night."

MJ could only shiver and moan as I began to feel myself become more confident and authoritative in out exchange, before she tilted her head up to look at me and murmured, "Well, plans are meant to change, and I'm sure with you helping me out tomorrow we can come up with something even better. For now, I want you just to myself like May got to. I want the full Parker experience." Her eyes then became glassy with lust as she inched her lips closer to mine until we were almost kissing as she purred, "Face it Tiger... You just hit the jackpot!"

That did it.

I found myself passionately crashing my lips against hers the moment those damned words left her lips, her moans muffled by my tongue as I overwhelmed her with caresses and kisses. If you had asked me even thirty minutes before if I had thought it would ever be possible that MJ would not only be as into me as I was her, not only know and accept I'm Spider-Man, not only kiss me so wholeheartedly but also be more than willing, if not passionate about inviting others, including Gwen and May (and based on what she'd said this morning, probably Black Cat too) to join us, I'd have said that you were mad, that I'd never be so lucky, that Mary Jane Watson only saw me as a friend. Oh how happy I am to be wrong about that.

We were so enraptured with one another than despite being pressed flush against one another, with her 28C cup tits squashed against my still clothed chest, we still didn't feel close enough. We wanted to feel one another's warmth, we wanted to taste our passion, we wanted to show our love. Which is probably why MJ growled against my lips as she dug her hands into my shirt and began to pull it off of me, moaning throatily as she ran her fingers along my abs, and I sent a cascade of kisses and bites along her jaw and neck, most likely covering her in love bites that everyone would see tomorrow, which would probably get me in trouble later.

Right now we didn't care, we were in the midst of enjoying the consequences of years worth of suppressed emotion and nothing could stop us. So when I felt myself suddenly being pushed back onto the bed, I didn't bother to use my immense super strength or reflexes to resist, as I was sure MJ was about to do something very fun.

And oh how right I was. Not even a moment had passed between her shoving me back and my butt landing on the soft mattress before the redhead had descended upon me like a vulture and began to peel off my clothes with my assistance between kisses, a focused excited passion burning behind her green eyes as she licked her lips and tore off my final item of clothing, my underwear. With a lustful shiver, a bite of her lip and a tentatively placed hand around my cock, MJ whimpered, "Oh fuck, no wonder you had May screaming so loud last night, Tiger. Your gonna tear me apart with that thing. And I'm gonna love every second of it!"

Before I could think, I blurted out, "I love every second with you." Which had Mary Jane blushing so hard that I thought her head was about to explode, but I'm not one who's really known for backing down, "I love you so much, Mary Jane."

"I love you too, Tiger, and I'm so happy this is finally happening!" MJ cooed, a look of jubilation crossing her face as she began to pump her fist around my cock while swooping in for another kiss. With her now straddling me as she gave me a hand job she was now grinding her dripping folds along the bottom of my cock, while we fought for dominance in our kiss.

Thrusting up into her hand desperately, I grunted against her lips as MJ squeezed my cock and used my moment of weakness to overwhelm our kiss, shoving her tongue into my mouth and affectively attempting to dominate me. Temporarily forgetting my super strength, I found myself falling backwards onto the bed, causing MJ to ride down with me and slide up to be fully sitting on top of my waist, forsaking her grip on my cock to grind her slightly parted, drooling lips along my shaft as I helplessly reached out to caress her swaying tits.

Circling my thumbs over her nipples, squeezing and tweaking them every so often, I was rewarded with the sweet sweet sounds of MJ moaning and whimpering, her cries of passion barely being suppressed by our searing kiss, especially once I began thrusting my dick along her pussy as well. I smirked exuberantly as we made out, enjoying the feeling of playing with her tits, and how they fit so perfectly in my hands. That was until I felt MJ's lips pulling away from mine as she began to inch down me, her breath heavy and face flushed from how intense we were, but her smile wide and her eyes lustful and shining like green stars as she kissed down my neck, along my chest, down each of my abs until she arrived face to dick, kneeling on the floor before the bed.

"It looks so imposing up close, Tiger." Mary Jane murmured, nuzzling her face into my dick, which was already covered in her juices, "But you've been a good boy for me, so I'm going to give you a treat. I bet you taste so good!"

With that Mary Jane licked up along the side of my shaft as she went to the bulbous purple head, before running her tongue along the crown and sealing her lips around it with an impassioned moan. Having MJ, one of the girls I loved, sucking my cock was a dream come true, literally, I'd woken up many a time flustered after having dreamt of her and maybe a few additional faces down there many a time. To finally feel her lips wrapped around my throbbing shaft as she was barely able to descend the first couple of inches despite her own enthusiasm, her tongue then toying with the head luxuriously until she was able to slowly work more of me down her throat, was a feeling I was willing to die for.

It was almost to much.

What MJ lacked in experience and skill with oral, she more than made up for it with enthusiasm and sexiness, because god did that woman look amazing gagging on my cock as she spat trails of spit along it, lubing it up to ease her expedition and prepare it for what was to come. As the redhead forced her head halfway down my length, she never once broke eye contact, her passionate gaze communicating how much she was enjoying this, along with her hearty moans as she fingered herself with her free hand. By that point I was proud of what she'd done on her first go and was really enjoying myself, already feeling close to the edge of release.

Which was why I was so surprised when she took one last deep breath in through her nose before forcing her way down all the way to the base, ignoring the trails of tears that ran down the side of her cheek as she gagged loudly along my length, stretching her own throat as once she deep throated me. Mary Jane began slowly inching her way up and down my length as she maintained her intense stare, her eyes almost pleading silently for me to do something as she moaned once she once more reached halfway up my length, before she once more began to bob her way up and down upon it.

That was when I noticed her ponytail swishing and swaying as she pushed me ever closer to my release, and temptation took hold of me. MJ had thought that she could catch me off guard and be in control of this, be on top of everything, and while that was fun, I wanted to show her a taste of my more dominant side, so I wrapped one hand around her ponytail and began pushing her head down as I thrust my hips up to meet her decent, causing her to moan deliriously around my shaft as she came explosively, her knees shaking as she squirted over herself and the floor.

Soon I began to feel my balls pulsing, signalling my climax, so, still fucking her face, I asked MJ, "I'm getting really close, babe! Where do you want me to cum?"

Evidently she didn't feel as if she needed to respond, as the redhead simply moaned, her eyes fluttering alluringly with every time she gagged into my thrusts until I erupted within her mouth shooting rope after rope of cum inside her until I pulled out, flooding her throat, filling her mouth and shooting the last few spurts across her face and covering her tits.

There was a prolonged moment of stillness as we both panted from exertion, that was until I gathered my bearings much quicker than MJ could and pulled her up on top of me, bringing her back on top of my lap. She rested her chin on my shoulder as I kissed along her neck and stroked her sides, squeezing her tits as she moaned into my ear, evidently far too tired to say or do much else than wrap her arms around me.

It was nice, sitting there like that. Comfortable.

But it was also clear that my teasing kisses and loving caresses weren't the only thing making Mary Jane moan, as she whimpered as she desperately humped her drooling pussy against my dick, which had stopped being erect for even a moment. The temptation to grab her waist, pick her up and fuck the hell out of her right then and there was immense, but even though she'd already came, I didn't think that she was quite prepared for my dick yet, and I hadn't treated her properly.

Smirking, I realised that I had a prime opportunity to try out something that Aunt May had taught me late last night (although I can't remember if it was from round twelve or thirteen).

Whilst I had been in the midst of my own train of thought, MJ had been licking off the last remnants of my cum from her body, scooping off what her tongue couldn't reach with her fingers and moaning delectably as she swallowed every last drop. Once she noticed I was now the one smirking cooly, I felt her whole body shiver, as she moaned, "Damn, Tiger, you look really fucking sexy right now. Especially since you just took control and fucked my face there. What are you planning to do to me now?"

"I'm going to give you the time of your life, MJ!" I growled, before swooping in for a passionate kiss, my hands sliding down from her sides, to the curves of her amazing ass cheeks, which I squeezed and began hoisting her up as we made out once again. The higher I lifted her, the lower I had to kiss her, so I soon found myself regrettably pulling away for her lips and kissing along her neck, down her chest, across her breasts and licking her nipples teasingly before kissing down her stomach as I lifted her off of my lap and onto my shoulders with ease thanks to my super strength.

MJ let out an excited scream through a moan as I swung her legs over my shoulders and began to kiss down her pelvis to just above her clit. She rested one of her hands against the wall in front of her, the wall separating our rooms, whilst the other went straight to my head as she desperately tried to guide me to her needy folds. I smirked up at her one last time, squeezing her ass before I finally got my first taste of her.

Taking a calculated lick along her folds, I was not at all disappointed with how she tasted, enjoying the sweetness of her juices as I began to run my tongue back up to tease her clit. It seemed MJ was already enjoying my work, as she let out a enthused gasp as her body jolted atop me, her hips gyrating trying to move somehow closer to my face as she rested her forehead agains the wall and moaned.

Sucking on the redheads clit was getting a good reaction, but I knew I had to do more to have her screaming for the entire building to hear. So I moved one hand up from her ass to her swaying tits, grabbing a hold of her nipple and squeezing it in between my fingers as she moaned, "Oh fuck yes, Peter! You're so good with your hands. Shit! That's so good!"

Knowing my hands were doing good I then changed up my angle with my mouth, lowering my tongue to begin digging into her pussy, and really start eating her out. With the first plunge in, I felt MJ's legs go stiff against my back, as her toes curled and she let out a silent wail. But I wasn't done with her yet. I kept on thrusting my tongue into her folds, her juices being left to run across my face as I curled my tongue and prodded her walls until I felt her folds clamp up around me. I'd found her G-spot, and I was going to let up on it until I had her screaming her lungs out.

And scream she did.

Crying and wailing, she rolled against my tongue as she came, both of her hands having to rest against the wall as she lost her balance. Although I couldn't see her face, I just knew she already had a fucked stupid expression across her face, which is why I felt quite smug as I used a talent I had learned I had the night prior, using my stickiness to momentarily tug my tongue along her vaginal walls and make her groan in sheer bliss as she had only just begun riding out her orgasm and I was not letting up on her.

"Tiger - oh fuck, right there! - Tiger, please! Give me a break for one minute!" Mary Jane pleaded, all the while she continued to mash her pussy against my mouth and wrap her heavenly legs around my skull. "Oh fucking hell, Tiger! You're going to make me go crazy! Fuck, I love you, Tiger! I love you so much - Oh god I'm cumming again!"

To say MJ squirted would be an understatement. It was like a damn had burst and I was the lucky soul sitting face first in front of the blast of her orgasm and while I tried in vain to lap up what I could as I pulled my tongue out of her, she just kept cumming. She'd stopped screaming and had resigned herself to laying her face numbly against the wall as she moaned horsely, convulsing her hips as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.

Once that was done, I pulled my face away from her folds, and moved my hand back down from her boobs to her hip as I lifted her off of my shoulders and slid her down my body onto my lap.

We spent a minute just sitting there, holding one another as Mary Jane gathered her senses following her mind shattering orgasm. After a while, MJ began to stir, as her bliss clouded green eyes became filled with lust and excitement as they focused back on me and she brought her lips up to mine and kissed me.

"Did you have fun there, babe?" I murmured against her lips, my still stiff dick lurching against her toned midriff, as she ran her tongue along some of her release still on my face and licked her lips afterwards, moaning as she did.

"I taste really fucking good! And I definitely had fun, Tiger. You've got some super skills with your tongue there. I'll be having a lot more of that from now on."

"Will you now?" I queried, wrapping my arms around her waist as I kissed along her neck. "I don't remember okaying that."

"As if you don't more of me, Tiger?" she remarked, wiggling her eyebrows at me adorably before we both burst into a fit of giggles against one another, as a second moment of silence settled.

"I love you too," I murmured against her forehead, feeling the need to say it again after she had during her orgasm.

It felt so good to finally be able to say that to her. It was so freeing, and pure. I knew I'd be saying it more and more from now on. I didn't want to shy away from my feelings for her anymore. I didn't have to.

There was a comfortable moment of us just basking in the afterglow together, before MJ moved slightly atop me and seemed to realise I was still hard and pulsing against her stomach. She beamed a bright brilliant smile down at my cock as she wrapped her fingers around it once more, before she turned her gaze to me. "Tiger, I think it's time you take me with this monster of yours. I just need to grab something first."

With that she crawled off of me and the bed, onto unsteady legs and began to make her way over to her desk, where she began searching through her purse. As she looked through her belonging's I got an eye full of her amazing ass and bit my lip as I watched her ass sway from side to side as she picked stuff out from her purse, before setting it aside as she realised it wasn't what she wanted with a cute exasperated huff.

Too tempted by the sight of her bent over in front of me, I stood up off of the bed and strode over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and breathing in the scent of her hair as I rubbed my dick against her ass, earning a repressed moan from the redhead at my mere touch. As I ran my hands down her front and began to tease her folds, I felt how dripping wet she was for me once again and murmured against her ear, "You are too tempting. My little picture perfect slut."

A shiver ran down MJ's spine at my words, as she bounced her ass back against me as she turned her head to the side to kiss me, moaning, "Yes, I'm your slut, Tiger. Even though this is my first time, I want you to fuck me like one. I want you to use me like you own me."

"Are you sure about that, babe?" I double checked, playing with her tits as I sandwiched my cock between her ass cheeks. "As you can tell already, I can be a lot to handle."

"That's just how I want it, Tiger," she moaned against my lips, as she finally seemed to pull what she wanted from her purse and presented it to me. In her hands was a pink square wrapper, a condom wrapped. Seeing the glint in her eyes as she showed it to me, I quickly tore it open and put the condom on, nodding to MJ once I was done, before remembering that she wanted to be taken and that I had to be authoritative.

"Put your hands against the door, slut," I ordered, spanking her ass before the redhead could even move, causing her eyes to cross as she moaned. MJ proceeded to strut over to the door and rest her hand wide against it as she bent low, with her legs spread wide for me, showcasing her ass which was now adorned with a bright red handprint across it. When she turned back to look at me, she fluttered her eyelashes cutely towards me and shook her ass tentatively, as if she were trying to show me how well she played the part as my slut. "I have to admit, I could get used to this. Especially since you're being such a good girl for me! But even though your being good now, you have been naughty today, haven't you?"

"Oh yes I have, Tiger," she moaned, shaking her again for me, until I spanked her other cheek, halting her movement, before leaning in to whisper into her ear as I lined my dick up with her drooling folds.

"That's right. And since you've been naughty, I'm going to have to punish you," I growled, grasping onto both of her ass cheeks as I began to sink my dick slowly into her folds, her tight walls chocking my shaft as I crested inside of her. MJ seemed to stop breathing for a moment as I stretched her out, before she let out a breathy moan and began to whimper out barely audible pleas as I began to slowly thrust back and forth inside of her. Taking my opportunity, I grabbed a hold of her hair and tugged back on it, making sure not to hurt her, as I ordered, "Speak up, slut, don't be rude. I can't hear you when you're choking on your own moans."

"Tiger - oh fuck - Tiger please," MJ whimpered, her hips rolling back into my thrusts as I thrusted into her still. Through a moan of bliss, as her eyes rolled back and her walls tightened around me like a vice, she begged, "Please fuck me. I need it! Ruin my pussy, Tiger! Fuck the ever loving shit out of me!"

"As you wish," I murmured, receding back into my more measured and gentle approach for a moment as I kissed her cheek to remind her I could be gentler if she wanted, before I strengthened my grasp on her hair and began to pound into her with as much of my insane strength and speed as I thought her body could handle, knowing I couldn't go all out as I would be at risk of hurting her. Hell, I'd be at risk of hurting her if I used a tenth of my full power.

But Mary Jane was loving every second of it as I went rough on her, her eyes going crossed and her tongue hanging out wantonly as she screamed to the high heavens incoherently from the pounding she was receiving. She was barely able to hold herself up against the door as I fucked her, her arms looking ready to give out at any moment as I fucked her tight pussy, the door rattling and creaking as we pushed against it.

I kept up the rough pace for a while longer, until I felt a tingle in the back of my brain. My Spider-Sense was warning me to be quieter, as I soon heard the familiar creak of the front door to the apartment. MJ, obviously having not heard the front door, continued to moan, desperately trying to thrust her hips back into my dick as she whimpered desperately, "No Tiger, please don't stop, I'm about to cum again. Please just a bit more, I-"

"MJ! Are you alright in there sweetheart!" A feminine voice called out from the other side of the door. The sound of her voice alone caused the redhead to clamp up around my shaft and let out a muffled groan as she came around me, before she responded through tired gasps.

"I'm alright, Aunt Anna! I was just doing some stretches - I need to look my best!"

What could be said about MJ's Aunt Anna that you wouldn't know already? You probably know she took her in a few years ago after her brother (MJ's father) made some bad decisions and MJ chose to move to New York to make a fresh start and achieve her dreams. You probably know that Anna supports MJ endlessly, and is probably the only one who claps louder than me and Gwen at the end of one of her performances. She's a woman of immense kindness and charity and she gets along great with just about everyone.

What you probably wouldn't expect is, that much like my own aunt, Anna is a lot younger and more gorgeous than people tend to expect. She's only a few years younger than May, sitting at about forty-one years old, and she's just as beautiful. I personally believe that the beauty in the Watson woman must be hereditary, because Anna looks just like Kirsten Dunst, except her hair's a bit more auburn.

I get along well with her, which is why it would be mortifying if she happened to walk in and catch me screwing her niece at the moment.

Thankfully, Anna seemed to respect Mary Jane's privacy, as I heard her step away from the door before she called back out, "Well you always look gorgeous, sweetheart. You know, I'm pretty sure I've been noticing Peter checking you out a few more times recently! Haha, when are you going to snare up that stud?"

Suppressing a chuckle, while MJ blushed beneath me, I began to slowly thrust into her, trying to stay as quiet as possible while using the opportunity at hand to tease MJ back for what she put me through earlier. For her part, MJ was actually able to hold back her moans quite well, her bated breath and occasional pants or silent whines being the only giveaway to the pleasure she was feeling.

"I'm working on it, but despite him being a genius, Peter's clueless half of the time. Especially when it comes to women," the redhead replied to her aunt, panting out quietly as I began to thrust harder into her while keeping the slow pace. With a spank to her ass, I made Mary Jane gasp out, forcing her to cover her mouth with her hand to suppress her moaning as I felt her clamp around me again. She was getting close, as was I.

From the other side of the door, Anna giggled at her niece's supposed poor luck at claiming me. "Well, those headshots we had taken for you a couple weeks ago finally arrived, so if you want to get your man, show him some of these pictures at the party tomorrow. I doubt he'll be able to keep his hands off of you then."

"Anna!" Mary Jane gasped, sounding scandalised, but also try to cover up for me abruptly thrusting fully into her at the realisation that MJ hadn't even needed me to take pictures of her today, she just wanted to tease me. I decided then and there that I was going to get back at her for that.

By now, we were both getting close to our releases, and it seemed that Anna had gone someplace else within the apartment since my Spider-Sense had stopped cluttering my mind with warning bells. So I used the opportunity to pull MJ up into my arms, holding her legs up as I thrusted up into her in the centre of the room in a full nelson as she could do nothing but continue to cover her mouth to stay quiet and wrap her free arm around my neck to stay balanced as she rode down into my thrusts and came over and over again a top me.

Soon, I felt my shaft pulse with pleasure and my balls began to twitch as I thrusted one last time into MJ's thoroughly fucked pussy and fired off rope after rope inside of her, thankfully still wearing my condom to protect us as we both moaned through our orgasms. Once we had calmed down, MJ continued to roll her hips into me, even as I stopped thrusting, as she weakly turned her head to the side and met my lips in a final tongue filled kiss, before I pulled out of her and set her down gently onto her bed.

With that, MJ sighed contentedly upon her bed, her eyes growing heavy as she looked about ready to pass out, while I tore off my filled condom, tied it off and threw it into the trash. Smiling down at her, I put on my clothes once again, before leaning down kiss her, feeling her tiredly wrap her arms around my neck as she ran her tongue along my lips through a moan.

Pulling back, I rested my forehead against hers, before whispering, "That was really fun, MJ. I loved it. I'm sorry but I can't stay now, I have patrol and your aunts in the other room. But I can't wait to do this with you again, hopefully without interruptions, since I was more than ready to go at it all night long. Tomorrow should be fun, and I promise to stay safe tonight."

MJ whimpered desperately at my words, having seemed to feel my still hard bulge pressed against her leg through my trousers, realising that I could still go on, whilst I was leaving her tired and giddy. "You better, Tiger. I want my boyfriend at tip top form tomorrow. With what I know now, I have a lot of fun ideas."

I felt an affectionate warmth rush to my face as I murmured, "Boyfriend?"

"Yeah, of course you're my boyfriend now, Tiger." Mary Jane smirked up at me, her hand caressing my cheek lovingly. "You can't fuck a girl like you just did and not expect me to not make this official."

Chuckling, I kissed her one last time for the night and husked to her, "Well you better get some rest tonight, babe. My girlfriend needs to be ready to perform tomorrow evening - and no, I'm not meaning on stage."

Having earned an excited squeal from MJ as I pulled away, I gathered my stuff, before climbing through her window, onto the fire escape, and climbed inside of my room.

Once I stepped foot inside, I was met with the glorious sight of May, splayed out, naked and sweaty across my bed, as she panted for breath as she suck on her wet fingers and eyed me up curiously.

"So it seems you finally got with MJ?"

"Were we really that loud?" I groaned, worried Anna had noticed us, or that the landlord would be banging on our doors with complaints.

"Oh, absolutely, but it was hot as hell," May sighed, tracing her fingers down her body alluringly as she eyed me up. "So, have you got anything left in the tank for me, Tiger?"

Shaking my head, I pulled off my shirt and trousers, before pulling my suit out of my bag and answering her. "As fun as that sounds, I have patrol tonight and an important drug bust scheduled. But once that all done, I'll be on my way home and I'm all yours."

"Can't wait," May sighed, lying back on the bed with a smile, as I put on my suit and climbed out of the window, before starting to swing across the city as Spider-Man.

I was a couple minutes into my regular patrol when I got a text from MJ.

MJ: Go get 'em, Tiger!

Yeah, this feels right.

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Author's Note: I'm really sorry about the long break between updates, but I find myself writing longer chapters each time I write and the longer the chapter the more editing it needs done. It also doesn't help that the first chapter was originally only meant to come out about now, but got pushed forwards because of a good suggestion and me being able to go a couple sleepless nights during the Christmas holidays. But this chapter's up now and I'm really proud of it.

Next chapter's going to be the party, I have an idea for the one after that, then I have a rough plan for a few story beats to come afterwords but some are in the distant future, so I'm still more than open to suggestions. Hopefully, future chapters won't be as insanely long as this one, because this was a nightmare to write and edit, and I couldn't even split it effectively into two chapters.

I've recently updated my profile, which has some information on my stories and other idea's I have floating around, so make sure to check that out. Also, some of my past chapters on other stories will probably be updated to remove grammatical errors and add improved dialogue over the next few months.

As always, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please review. Thanks for reading.