It was another evening in the garage for another little session of rocking and jamming with The Mary Janes rock band. Only this time, half the members actually turned up for practice: their drummer Gwen Stacy was busy with some usual superhero business along with her fiancé Peter Parker and a few other friends, and their bassist Betty Brant was busy with her part-time job at the Daily Bugle. So for now, it was just Mary-Jane Watson, or 'Em Jay' for short, strumming on her guitar while singing closely to the microphone stand, and Gloria Grant, or 'Glory' for short', trying to play a few notes and chords on both her keyboard synthesiser and her own keytar.
With short hair of gingery-red-orange and eyes of cyan-green, Em Jay was wearing her yellow T-shirt and green tight jeans with rips in them, while the black-haired and brown-eyed Glory was wearing her blue top and short ret skirt. After putting together and playing a good enough melody and counter-melody, Glory and Em Jay finally ended it off with the same identical chord, a note that would've likely sound really good if they had the whole group together to play it out live in front of a cheering audience. Even as the music either faded out or cut off, the sounds still rang between the two girls' ears.
"Allright, Glory! That was brilliant", Em Jay cheered as she gave a horns sign to Glory. "You were brilliant".
"And so were you", Glory replied as she gave an OK sign to Em Jay in return. "Especially your singing".
"Cheers", Em Jay smiled, putting down her guitar as it hung behind her lower back with its strap on her left shoulder. "To be fair, I've been trying to come up with some new ideas for the fly. Just a matter of finding inspiration somehow and somewhere".
"Maybe I can help out with that", Glory offered and suggested as she too let down her keytar, also hanging on her behind her lower back with its strap on her left shoulder as well.
"You always have", Em Jay grinned, walking away from the microphone stand and leaning back against a wall. "Ever since that date you took me to, and the nightclub we went to". She thought back to that very time as if it were only last night.
"Indeed", Glory nodded in agreement as she too remembered what they did and how much fun they had together: having a few drinks at the pub, dancing on the floor in the nightclub so close to each other to the point of grinding one another and kissing in the middle of that crowd, then they rushed to the toilets and locked the toilet stall so they continue their foreplay, taking turns in going down on each other and getting each other off.
There was never a single night in which either didn't remember that moment at least once, wanting to relive that pleasure. If the two ever happen to be together and alone by happenstance, especially with no one else nearby to witness or even hear, like after finishing a typical jamming session once Gwen and Betty have left, or backstage after the end of a gig, they would gladly claim the opportunity, and they would claim each other.
And so, the slightly older Glory walked up to the slightly younger Em Jay, gently pinning her against that wall behind her and pressing their perfect bodies together. Their instruments still hung from them casually, with Em Jay's guitar almost sandwiched between her lower back and the wall itself. Fingers interlocking, eyes gazing, and lips smiling, they soon closed their eyes and pressed their lips together. As the two lovers ground against each other good and hard yet gracefully, Glory placed her hands around her submissive girlfriend's neck, while in turn, Em Jay placed her hands around her dominant girlfriend's hips.
Between their slender and clothed bodies, a deep warmth was being shared between the two, a friction that only made them more hot for each other. Their lips opened wide enough to allow their smooth tongues to embrace one another in a sultry dance as hot breaths were exchanged. Glory suckled on the tip of Em Jay's tongue for a bit before putting her own tongue inside the redhead's mouth to explore as much as she could. Saliva were being traded as well, almost dripping loose and free from their mouths.
Wanting to take her girl to next level as always, Glory then unbuttoned and unzipped Em Jay's jeans open enough to fit her right hand in. There, she already found Em Jay's sweet slippery slit waiting for her, throbbing in desperation, silently begging to be touched and played with. So she started rubbing her fingers against the clit, tapping and playing with it like she would with the keys of her keyboards, keystars and synthesisers. Glory took a little bit of glee from teasing and tormenting Em Jay, who reacted by squirming lightly and jerking her pelvis upward, hungry for those fingers.
After just enough tension and keeping Em Jay just on the edge, Glory stuck her middle finger and her ring finger all the way inside, as deep as they could go, and curled them. Finally getting those hooked fingers within her tight slit, Em Jay hummed in twisted delight as her hips thrusted back and forth, riding on Glory's hand as much as she could. Glory began pumping her fingers out and in, out and in, her thumb flicking against a little spot of Em Jay's that also proved to be sensitive to the touch. Em Jay's legs started to wobble and tremble under the increasing speed of Glory's fingers, a blurred line between pressure and pleasure.
As she held onto her girlfriend's bare and broad shoulders, Em Jay hung her head back until her hair was rubbing up and down against the wall behind her, allowing Glory to plaster all over that arched neck with her lips and tongue. She left a few love-bites here and there, each one causing yet another short moan from Em Jay's gaped mouth. As Glory's hand and fingers rammed faster and faster and faster, Em Jay thrusted back just as hard, her feet now standing on their balls and toes, as if she about to be lifted by Glory's own doing. Her torso was rolling and rippling like tidal waves of pleasure crashing over her. A lone tear leaked from her eyes to join the beads of sweat on her face.
Finally, just as her nimble body grew stiff and the moans of her voice have cracked, Em Jay came over the edge and all over Glory's thirsty fingers. Both girls had completely forgotten they still had their instruments hanging onto them, just as Em Jay herself was hanging onto Glory and dear life itself. While Em Jay was gradually lifting down from her high ecstasy, with feet now planted flat on the ground again, Glory slowed down her fingers before she pulled them free. After tasting the juices, Glory and Em Jay gazed closely with foreheads touching softly.
"Love you, Glory".
"Love you too, Em Jay. My little superhero, my Iron Spider..."