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. Porn With Plot. If you want more please review.

3. Party Time (Gwen)

Chapter Three: Party Time

Gwen Stacy

Warning: Buckle your seatbelts, a bunch of stuff is about to happen this chapter.

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Time's like this, when things are going great for me, when I'm on top of the world and can hardly imagine anything better happening to me, it's always nice to be reminded that not everything in my life is as perfect as can be.

Standing in J. Jonah Jameson's office would often have that effect on a person, no matter how jovial they were.

It was early in the morning of Saturday, the day of the party, and as per usual on weekends, instead of emailing in my pictures to the Bugle like on weekdays, Jonah expected me to come in the office and hand in prints of my pictures for the days paper. So when I'd woken up to Aunt May giving me another incredible blowjob instead of waking up to the programmed toll of my alarm, and when I'd read some flirty texts from Mary Jane before I took my shower, I had a few blissful minutes of ignorance, before I grouchily remembered my job and made my way to the Daily Bugle.

The Daily Bugle isn't all bad, in fact, along with Glory, I have a few friends there, like Betty Brant, and Joseph Robertson - who everyone just calls Robbie - being the most notable. They all made the sour spots of the Bugle bearable, like Jameson's vendetta against me (or at least Spider-Man) and Eddie Brock's and even sometimes my classmate Sally Avril's attempts to antagonise me over pictures of my masked persona.

So, as I stood before Jameson's desk, as he meticulously scoured over my pictures and grumbled to himself with a scowl, I tiredly looked to Robbie, who sat on the couch in the office looking rather exasperated as he watched his boss glare down at the pictures of Spider-Man.

"Jonah, we have to print soon."

"I know, Robbie, just give me a minute, will ya'?" Jameson grunted, before setting my pictures down on the desk and lit a cigar in contemplation. As I caught sight of my pictures I had to smirk, I'd gotten good at making them look more natural and I remembered to pose less during my fight the night prior against Tombstone's drug-running goons whilst I investigated Kingpin's city wide operations. I felt good about my work. "They're crap."

"What?" I guffawed.

"These are unusable, Parker! How am I meant to use the headline 'Web-Slinger turns Drug-Pusher" if you've not got any pictures for it? We've got a deadline we have to meet!" the editor huffed, looking at Robbie out of the corner of his eye as he noticed his college sigh tiredly. "And don't you start with your usual shtick, Robbie!"

Scrunching up my face in confusion I took a step closer to Jonah, "Sir, are you complaining that I didn't take pictures for a story that doesn't exist?"

"No, of course not!" the man waved his cigar holding hand about flippantly, "You're still new to the professional photography gig, kid. Once you get a few more years under your belt you'll get to noticing the little things. Old Jonah here on the other hand has been in the biz for a long time, I can smell a story from a mile away."

Once more I was left baffled, only able to murmur out wearily, "What?"

"Are you a scratched record, Parker? Don't make me repeat myself!" he warned, pointing his cigar at me threateningly before a smirk cracked across his face and he let out a chuckle. "What I'm saying is, you don't see Spider-Man the way I do, the way I've been able to convince half of this great city to. Robbie here is much like you, Parker. You both cling to this hope for heroes and ignore the fact that your Spider-Pal is a dangerous masked vigilante, who show's a blatant disregard for this cities authorities and the only true heroes there are other those weird Avengers. Like my son, the astronaut!"

"Jonah, you're rambling again," Robbie grumbled, seeming more mindful of the time on the clock than what Jameson was saying. I couldn't really blame him for that, he had work to do, and I had places to be.

"Well let me get to my point, god damn it!" Jameson roared, as he stood up from his desk and turned to look out of his window to appreciate his view of the city before he spoke much calmer, "This city shouldn't put too much trust in a man who won't show his face, because in my eyes trust is a two way street. Until this Spider-Man starts working in accordance with the law and reveals his identity to the public, I won't rest until I have the city doubting him like I do. Which is why I have to publish stories which stretch the truth a little bit, and why I need pictures to match the stories."

"If you want fake pictures, Mister Jameson, then you should call Brock in here," I remarked cheekily, while internally weighing the weight of his words in my head. "I can't take pictures of stuff that doesn't happen."

Jameson seemed to nod for a moment, as he slowly turned away from the window and glanced back over at the pile of scattered pictures across the desk, before lifting one up which had me mid fight, kicking a criminal in the face while tugging a bag full of drugs away from him. "Robbie, this one should do fine for the front page. I want this next issue printed pronto!"

"Are we still running the headline, Jonah?" Robbie grumbled, cricking his neck as he was handed the picture and looked it over.

"Of course!"

"Jonah, he's a hero to the city! He's even saved your life a few times, despite everything." The journalist shook his head sadly, "It's not okay to write all of these liable stories about him, no matter what, and you know it!"

"All I know is we need to sell copies today, so you better go down stairs and get this paper ready or so help me I'll have you covering Little Leagues for the rest of the month!" Jameson punctuated his point with a slam of his fist on his desk.

Robbie seemed to not be in the mood to fight harder today, as he simply turned around, gave me a sad, sympathetic nod, and left Jameson's office. Meanwhile, since I hadn't been paid yet, but knew better than to get on Jameson's nerves when he was clearly ticked off, I stood awkwardly in the middle of his office, as he sat back down in his chair and took a deep breath, and began to gather up my pictures again.

"You told me when you came in that Spidey was fighting Tombstone's goons?"

"Yes, sir," I answered, sitting down across from him. "He said he was investigating something big, maybe even city wide. He thinks it might lead to the Kingpin."

Jonah seemed to digest what I said for a moment, before striding over to his office door, and calling across the room, "Hey, Robbie, cut out the last two paragraphs of the Spidey story, and instead add some points after paragraphs two and five. If Leeds isn't up for editing his piece have Miss Brant do it, she's more than enough of a capable writer."

At a glance through the window I could actually see Robbie smiling, as he shouted back, "Sure thing, Jonah! Leave the article open to interpretation!"

"Exactly... And add a question mark to the headline while you're at it!" With that Jonah slammed his office door and sat back down across from me with a huffed, "Sorry for calling your pictures crap, Parker. You're a talented kid. My wife's just got me on a new diet, it's meant to lower my cholesterol or something, but I think it's slowly killing me."

"It's alright, boss," I shrugged, bearing a lopsided grin as I added, "You seem the same as usual to me."

"Watch it, Parker, I like you, but you still need to mind your damned manners." Jonah chuckled, "You still binning your photography career in favour of science in college?"

"I'm hoping too - I mean, no - I won't quit photography, it's just, science is my future. At least, I want it to be, but if I don't get a scholarship then I don't think I'll be going to college," I explained, not wanting to look pretentious or like I was looking down on my photography.

Jonah smiled fondly to me for a moment, which freaked me out more than when he bore his teeth in frustration, or began screaming at everyone in the office. He began to dig through the drawers of his desk as he said, "I'm sure you'll be just fine, Parker. If I remember correctly - and I know I do - you have the same IQ that Reed Richards had at your age. What is it, 250?"

"That's right, Mister Jameson."

"Brilliant! You're bound to get a scholarship with a mind like yours. But anyway, you've done a lot of good work recently, those pictures of that attempted heist were much appreciated for yesterdays paper, and I need to head off upstair to the studio for the morning news broadcast soon, so let's make this quick and cut out the haggling. Shall we?" Not gaining an objection from me, Jameson pulled out his chequebook and wrote something down quickly before sliding it over to me, "How's that look, Parker. Seem fair."

I was astounded, that was a big number. Sure, it wasn't outrageous, but it was more than fair for a weeks worth of pictures. "Mister Jameson... I- Thank you, I don't know what to say. This is a lot more than usual."

"Well you've done a lot of good work here, so just promise to keep it up and you can get used to that number." He smirked towards me and for one sweet moment, I thought we'd bonded a little and I'd had one positive experience in Jonah's office, before he pointed to the door. "Now get the hell out of my office and give your cheque to Brant on your way out."

Of course he ruined a good moment.

"I'll get out of your hair. Thanks again," I mumbled as a weak farewell, before getting up and leaving his office with a deep sigh. As I walked across the office to Betty's desk, I saw her talking animatedly with Glory, her short brown hair falling in front of her brown eyes as she nodded excitedly to something the other girl had said while Glory laughed. "Good morning, ladies."

"Morning, Peter," Betty cooed, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously - as per usual - as she held her hand out expectantly for the cheque. She tended to be like that though, when she wasn't too busy working. I used to think it was strange that Betty, someone who was only a couple of years older than me was able to have such work ethic. Although I supposed she'd think the same of me with my other job.

"Hiya, Pete," Glory chirped, punching my arm playfully as she looked between Jameson's office and my cheque, which Betty was making sure to process properly, "You're meeting with the boss seems to have gone well. I didn't even hear him yell once. Or at least not angrily."

"I guess he must find me really charming then," I chuckled, pocketing my cheque as Betty handed it back to me with a sly grin.

The aspiring journalist leaned over her desk, her brown eyes shimmering as she purred, "Well someone has to."

If only she knew how charming I can be. I thought with a smirk.

Waving off her light teasing with a fake laugh and a genuine grin, I looked between Glory and Betty and asked them, "How have your mornings been?"

"Oh, we're alright, the work can be fast at times and dead slow at others, so we're just shooting the breeze." Glory answered, looking across the office.

"We're just more excited for tonight is all. I'm ready to perform and then get my party on!" Betty cheered with a giggle.

"You've got a party too?" I queried.

Glory rolled her eyes, "No, you doof, she's coming to Emily's too. She's playing base with the girls and I. I called her about it when Gwen, MJ and I were practicing at lunch, got her to play a few cords for them and sent her pics of the sheet music."

"Cool!" I grinned, resting my hand on the side of the desk to smirk at Betty, who met mine with a flirtatious smirk. "I can't wait to see you there, I'm sure all of you will be great."

"Thanks, Peter," Betty expressed, "Are you going to up to anything until the party?"

Before I could answer her, Glory cut in, her smile wide as she said, "Oh, he probably has to get back home to fuck MJ rotten again like she couldn't stop texting me about all of last night."

Oh shit.

"She told you about that?" I squeaked weakly, desperately trying to avoid Betty's wide eyed stare that bordered between surprise and curiosity, and Glory's proud smirk, as if she caught me in a trap.

"Yeah, girls talk, Parker! And I'd say I was surprised you had it in you, but..." the black girl punctuated her statement by staring at me from top to bottom appreciatively whilst biting her lip. Betty seemed to be joining her in that, which as a combination had me blushing profusely. "...You most certainly are not the same Peter Parker you once were. And don't worry, I'll make sure not to tell Gwen - yet - she's bound to be jealous, for a couple of reasons."

"You know your the worst sometimes, right Grant?" I asked rhetorically, to which I got a proud nod. Betty looked between us with a smirk of her own, her eyelashes fluttering and her cheeks blushing, until she shook her head with a gasp.

"Are you alright, babes?" Glory purred, a knowing look plastered across her face.

Betty had by then shaken herself out of her stupor, "I'm alright, I think I just need some water?"

"I'll go grab you some." Glory began to walk past me, leaning into my ear as she murmured, "Oh, bye Pete. Make sure you say hi to MJ for me. Have fun while you're at it."

"Bye, Glory," I chocked out, warmth rising to my cheeks as she walked away from me. Betty looked over at Glory as she walked away before gazing up at me with a raised eyebrow, before I too moved to leave, coughing bashfully, "Well, I'll see you tonight Betty. Have a nice one!"

Needless to say it took me a few hours of Spider-Manning it up across the city to gather my thoughts about all of that, which was fine. I'd told May and MJ I might spend a while in the city before I'd left for the Bugle. Going about as Spider-Man always helped me destress and think things through, catching a few purse snatchers will do that to a guy.

As I swung home from a long day of crime fighting and protecting the people of New York, I had one thing on my mind. Dinner. Well, not only dinner, but it was my primary objective. I knew I had to get ready for the party too. But food was high on the list, especially since it was Saturday, so Aunt May would be cooking something mind-blowing.

Upon arriving back home through my bedroom window, not caring to close it as quietly as I once did now that both May and MJ knew of my secret identity, I was met by the strong smell of something good cooking in the kitchen. Pulling off my mask, I tossed it onto my beg ingloriously and walked our of my room with the rest of my costume still on, as I called out, "May, I'm home!"

"Hey, sweetheart!" May's voice shouted out from the kitchen, which I soon walked into before leaning against the wall to appreciate the view I had of my sexy aunt as she cooked. She had her back to me, which was always great, but she had those damned white shorts on again, the same ones she'd been wearing the other night. Before I could even think about mimicking my silent approach from yesterday, maybe even slap or squeeze her ass, May pointed a finger at me warningly a she giggled, "And don't think I can't sense what what you want to do, Spider-Man! You perv."

Pouting, I huffed, "I have a feeling I'm not going to like you having Spider-Sense."

"I wouldn't have stopped you if you were showered, I wasn't in the midst of cooking and you didn't have any plans for the evening," May countered, her head turning over her shoulder to look at me with a single raised eyebrow and a tilted grin as her brown hair pooled over her face alluringly. "You and I both know that we wouldn't exactly hold back if I let you just crawl on over here and have at me. We'd only realise that we'd need to stop fucking once MJ burst through the front door to get you to go to the party with her."

"At which point she'd ask to join in, which I see no problem with," I quipped, still leaning on the wall with my arms folded.

"Your not wrong," May responded, her cheeks flushing as she turning back to the stove with a smile. "Go clean up, you need to look good for the ladies tonight. I have a feeling MJ will want to be showing you off."

"Ironic that the model wants to show off the photographer," I puzzled as I marched out of the room to have a quick shower and put my suit in my backpack, which I would be taking with me to the party just incase. By the time I was dressed and ready, I was called back into the kitchen by May and got to enjoy a great meal with her.

Not too long after starting the meal, a good few minutes before Harry and his dad were meant to be picking MJ and I up, a knock came from the front door. Before either May or I could stand up to answer it, the door swung open and MJ strutted in, looking like a million dollars, with a smile that lit up the already jovial room.

"Hey there, Tiger. Don't mind me barging in, it's just Aunt Anna's not in and I was getting really bored just waiting alone across the hall." Mary Jane tossed her flowing curled red hair over her shoulder and continued her strut from the front door to the kitchen table, before plopping down on the seat next to mine, kissing my cheek quickly and not-so-sneakily grabbing a bit of my food off of my plate and eating it with a lick of her lips and a throaty moan. "May, your cooking never fails to disappoint."

May, seemingly entirely unfazed by the stunning young redheads abrupt entrance, smiled graciously at her compliment, purring, "Oh you're to nice, honey! But you should have told me you'd be home alone, I would have made you some."

"It's alright, I had a quick meal earlier, so I'll just skim some off of Peter's plate," MJ emphasised her point by yet again nicking some food off of my plate, despite my indignation, and plopping it in her mouth with a sigh. As she swallowed, she met May with a piercing gaze and a smirk, and rested her hand atop mine, saying, "And we both know he has far too much on his plate, especially recently. And who knows what may happen tonight."

"There's no need to be coy, darling, I heard everything last night. You were very loud," my aunt teased, causing a suddenly very flustered MJ to bite her lip and turn her gaze away from the sexy MILF. "And we both know that when it comes to our side of things, Peter's than capable of managing what he has and much, much more. It's the night job he needs help with."

MJ then perked up at that, nodding her head in agreement as I cut in with a smirk, "Then it goes full circle, you two ladies support help make the night job worth it."

"By "support" do you mean sex, Tiger?" MJ giggled, soon being joined by May as I shook my head with a smile still plastered across my face.

"No, that's just an added benefit - a really good one at that," I responded.

"I'll say!" May cheered, before taking a swig from her wine glass as she leaned across the table, placing her hand on top of MJ's and mine as she stared at her as if she were staring straight into my girlfriend's very soul, "Have you resigned yourself to that fact you'll never have sex with a man as good as him. He's effectively ruined us!"

"May!" I grumbled, embarrassed, "I think that's a bit much."

The model besides me slid her hand out from under mine and clasped my aunts gently as she nodded her head excitedly, turning to me and saying, "No, I she's actually right, Tiger. I don't think anyone can live up to you."

"Well, I only said men," May purred, pulling MJ by the wrist lightly so that as they both leaned across the table their faces were only inches apart. "We still have yet to test if we can still find test with women."

"I'm free right now," MJ squeaked breathlessly.

I then bore witness to the hottest thing I had ever seen at that point in my life, as May crashed her lips against MJ's passionately. The two of them brought their hands up to pull one another's hair desperately and caress the sides of each others faces as they moaned excitedly against one another's lips whilst their tongues battled for dominance of the kiss. Honestly, I had to just sit there gobsmacked for a couple of minutes as the two of them shared their fiery kiss until the two of them tore apart with heavy breath as they rested their foreheads against one another and smiled brightly.

"Is it bad I kind of want you two to skip the party now?" May panted.

"No, I think it's fair at this point. But it's a bit too late to call of plans now, Harry will be here to get us in about fifteen minutes," I grumbled dejectedly, having enjoyed the show immensely.

"Sadly, even if the party wasn't tonight, I don't think I'd be up for anything more than kissing," Mary Jane sighed mournfully. "Tiger, you wore me out so much last night that I only woke up at 2pm! I'm lucky I have enough strength to stand, let alone perform tonight."

"Sorry," I murmured weakly, not really feeling the need to apologise, knowing she more than enjoyed her time. Turning to May I quipped, "We can reschedule though, to whenever best suits us."

May then frowned lightly as she reminded me, "Well we'll have to, I have that trip for F.E.A.S.T. all of next week that I forgot about, since we got so... distracted."

"Fuck!" MJ huffed through a pout and an overdramatic stomp of her foot, before she blushed lightly and coughed out, "Sorry, I've been wanting this for a while. And now I'm realising I'm too tired for my plan for tonight?"

"You mean your plan to seduce Gwen, surely you're not too tired for that?" May queried, "While sure I was a bit tired the morning after first sleeping with Peter, I soon felt really invigorated. Are you feeling any after effects? Are you feeling different at all?"

Her eyes wide, the redheads blush transitioned from red to purple as she shook her hands and her head vigorously and squealed, "Oh no! It's not like that, I promise Peter and I remembered protection!"

Quirking her brow for a moment, Aunt May smiled lightly for a moment, before she broke out into a fit of giggles and roared out, "Sweetheart, that's not what I meant at all. I'm sure you were very responsible. I was just curious if you woke up with any powers today?"

"What? Powers?" MJ gasped in wonder, before seeming to notice that May was holding her glass by the rim with one finger as she stuck it to her, then took a deep breath and released it carefully. In a state of shock, the actress tapped the side of my arm and murmured, "Tiger, she has your powers."

"Yes, I can see that," I answered, earning me a harder poke in the arm making me whine, "We found out yesterday morning during breakfast, it was a big surprise for us too."

"But how does she have your powers?" the redhead pondered, then added, "And why don't I?"

"I have to ask the same question, Peter. Didn't we have a little brain tingle yesterday once I got my powers?" May questioned, earning a slight nod from me. "Why haven't we got that yet?"

"Let's check to be sure," I mumbled, putting a fork in MJ's hand and ordering her, "Okay, now just focus on a really stressful thought and hope that the fork sticks to your hand. That's the easiest way to force this for a beginner."

"Yeah, I can try that! Let's see if I'm a superhero, shall we," MJ beamed a beautiful smile to us as she clutched the fork desperately within her gasp for a few seconds before opening her grasp and sending the fork clattering down on the table. "Aw, why don't I have cool spider powers too? Mama wants a sexy superhero costume!"

"Well, I can only think about one variable between the two of you, but it may be a bit far fetched," I theorised, before looking between my aunt and girlfriend and saying, "I wore a condom with you, Mary Jane. And I didn't wear one with you, May. But until I need to figure out precisely what's going on the next time I can, I know I'm the cause of this I just need to understand precisely how."

"Agreed," both women nodded, before May blushed profusely as MJ grinned cheekily over at her as she whispered, "You slut, you let him creampie you?"

The older woman bit her lips and muttered, "Well everything was happening so fast, it was all very heat of the moment. I'll admit I got a bit excited and forgot to think clearly."

MJ smirked and patted her on the back, commenting, "Don't worry, May, there's no shame in having a bit of fun and letting lose. Especially when it's really hot. And I for one am looking forward to having my own cream filling." My girlfriend then gazed heatedly at me and purred, "Even if I don't get powers from it. We can just try again."

"Babe, please be serious," I grumbled, massaging my brow.

"I am," Mary Jane remarked cheekily.

"We have no idea what's going on and if theirs any risks," I affirmed.

"The only risk I can think of can be solved with some Plan B," MJ countered, wearing a mask of seriousness until my worry became clear and she burst into a fit of giggles. "You should see your face right now, Tiger!"

Groaning, I shook my head in frustration, mumbling, "Your not as funny as you think you are," before I felt a buzz from my phone in my pocket. Pulling it out, I was met by a new text from Harry, saying his car was outside. "Alright, we have to cut this conversation off short, Harry and his dad are waiting for us outside."

"Damn, I was enjoying teasing you," my girlfriend pouted, before standing up, fixing her hair and pulling a surprised May into a much quicker and less heated kiss, "It was nice seeing you, gorgeous."

"Its always a pleasure, Mary Jane," May smiled, returning her kiss then pulling away to give me my own farewell kiss. "Have fun tonight you two. And Peter, let loose for once, see where the night takes you."

"I like the sound of that," MJ joked, before the two of us strode out of the apartment, waved goodbye to May and climbed downstairs. As we were about to exit the building, MJ stopped me and handed me another condom wrapper, similar to the one she'd given me last night. I must have looked flustered because the redhead smirked affectionately and offhandedly said, "Oh come on, Tiger, do you really think just because I'm exhausted from last night the plans off? I may be out for the count, but I'll be damned if you don't get to sink your teeth into Gwendy before the night is up. And if you intend to do that, you need to be safe. Lord knows the panic attack she'd have if she woke up tomorrow with superpowers."

My cheeks warm and my hands shaking from nerves, I pocketed the condom as I stammered, "Y-you seem s-s-so certain th-that Gwen and I are going to get together tonight. Don't you think that your making a big assumption that she'd be interested?"

"Tiger, I already told you she loves you like I do, and if my plan works she'll be begging for it later. I just wish I wasn't too tired to join in - although, I'm still not a hundred percent sure that Gwen's into me too - so maybe it's for the best." MJ answered, transitioning between a confident smile as she first spoke, to a saddened frown just before she perked up again as she finished. She was clearly trying to mask how self-conscious she was about how Gwen feels about her.

Holding her hand, giving it a light squeeze as we gazed into one another's eyes for a brief moment, the two of us quickly kissed one another, and with it, both out worries melted away. I would have been content to stay just by the door to the street and kiss her all night like that, but I was beginning to get conscious about how long we were making Harry and Mr. Osborn wait. So we pulled away from one another and smiled softly as we ceased holding hands and walked out the door, not wanting our friend to know about us just yet.

As we left the building we were met by a fancy black people carrier and Harry's chauffeur, Berny, an older guy with a kind smile and small glasses who greeted us politely as he opened up the passenger door for us. Thanking him awkwardly, we both dove into the car to see three empty seats at the back with two filled seats facing them, with Harry clearly embarrassed as he smiled at our entrance sitting to the left and his father, Norman Osborn waiting patiently besides him.

Once we greeted them and sat down Norman knocked on a black window separating us from Berny, who had rushed to the drivers seat, and we soon began driving through the streets. "Mary Jane, Peter, it's always good to see you two," the CEO greeted us cordially, although he did say my name with that strange sense of pride he seemed to carry for me. He stroked his chin for a moment before adding, "Am I correct in believing we need to pick up Gwen too?"

"Uh, yeah, thank you," I confirmed.

"Lovely, we should be able to get her soon, the traffics surprisingly good this evening," Norman noted, gazing out the window for a moment before he suddenly clasped his suns shoulder, making my friend jump in his seat. "You know, Harry here got really embarrassed about me insisting to come pick you guys up myself, can you believe that? I would have killed for my father to be okay with dropping me off at parties at his age."

"Dad, that's not what I meant, I said I didn't need Berny to drive or you to be here," Harry grumbled dejectedly, "I already have my license."

"And even with a license I'm not letting you drive any of my cars through this crazy city just yet," Mr. Osborn countered swiftly, dropping his hand from his sons shoulder to point over at me, seemingly blocking out both his own son and MJ for a moment as he focused on me with a wide grin. "You know what else Harry said Peter? He said your still saying no to my job offer. I assure you I'll look after you if you come work at Oscorp, you more than have the aptitude for it anyway."

Feeling a touch put on the spot I sputtered, "Oh, Mr. Osborn, thank you, but I still have to decline. I kind of want to focus on my studies at the moment, since I'm still working towards a scholarship."

"A self-starter, I respect that," Norman sighed, ignoring Harry as he let out a grunt of frustration and rolled his eyes, whilst MJ sent him a sympathetic look. "It's a shame really, Peter. The boys down in the Research and Development lab and I are working on something really big at the moment, I'm sure you'd have been interested in it."

"I'm sure I would, sir, and thanks for the offer," I observed, my eyes more fixed on Harry being clearly uncomfortable and a bit jealous of his fathers attention as I tried to politely stop the conversation. Thankfully, as always, Mary Jane was there to save the day, as she was able to turn the conversation around to something we could all talk about until we pulled up outside of Gwen's house. Sending her a quick text that we were here as Berny stood outside to open the door for her, it took only a minute or so for Gwen to come stumbling out of her house as she was cutely fumbling to carry far too many sheets of paper, along with her bag as I cooed, "You do realise your going to a party, not a class, Gwendy?"

"I printed off a few extra copies of sheet music, just in case," Gwen responded as she greeted us all with a bright smile and I noticed MJ take on that same dreamy look I sometimes got around Gwen. She had her blonde hair up in a cute messy bun and was wearing a black and white T-shirt for some rock band I had never heard of before with a white and lilac hoodie on over it and light blue jeans on that really accentuated the curve of her cute butt. As she slid into the seat between MJ and I she smiled shyly at us for a moment as she blushed faintly, before she leaned over to shake Norman's hans as she grumbled, "Mr. Osborn, thanks for the ride. And thank you too, Berny."

Berny, who had just sat back down in the drivers seat, smiled fondly back at Gwen in a grandfatherly way, whilst Norman shook her hand with an odd appreciative look that made my Spider-Sense tingle in a weird way. Gwen pulled her hand back none the wiser as she chatted with everyone in the car as we went on our way to Emily's house for the party, and I glared for a moment at Norman until my Spider-Sense abruptly cut out the moment he stopped looking at Gwen.

That was weird. And I didn't like it one bit.

For what little time remained in the car journey, I found myself looking at Gwen and MJ fondly as they laughed with one another and Gwen fussed over the last bits of preparation they needed for their set despite Mary Jane resting a reassuring hand on hers and telling her to calm down and have fun. It was nice seeing them like that, they were so cute, and so beautiful too.

When we arrived outside Emily's house (which I would have called a mansion since it looked like you'd need to rob a bank to afford to live there) there were already tons of people crowded around both outside in the front yard and inside. Music was playing really loud and splashes could be heard from the back, implying that Emily had a pool which people were abusing.

As we all filed out of the car, we all thanked Mr. Osborn and said goodbye to him as he signalled Berny to go on their way. Getting out of a fancy car right outside of the house seemed to earn us a few curious looks, obviously annoying Harry as he tried to keep his heritage as secret as possible so that he could have as normal a time at high school as possible.

Entering the house and walking through the crowded front hall, we each found ourselves soon holding drinks as we tried to squeeze our way through the masses. Gwen tried to take a sip from her red solo cup, but scrunched up her face adorably at the foul tasting drink. MJ on the other hand swigged hers back and cheered excitedly once she finished it, a light flush already crossing her cheeks after only one drink. I'd need to be mindful of that.

Harry and I were both simply grazing off of our drinks, trying to keep conversation with the girls as we had now moved to hang about in the kitchen, by the main island, which overlooked a massive garden with a big pool and an actual stage set up with instruments and speakers and everything. As we were all laughing to ourselves and trading anecdotes, MJ looked over my shoulder, a big grin crossing her face as she squealed excitedly, before she grabbed Gwen by the wrist and bid Harry and I farewell, limping almost imperceptibly as she did.

Momentarily perplexed, we turned to look where they went to see they were talking to Glory, Betty and Emily by the open back door, letting in the warm late spring evening air, as our hostess for the evening hugged them both with a genuine warm smile before pointing them over to the stage, which they all marched towards. Harry and I exchanged a quick mutual shrug, before we both downed what remained of our drinks and grabbed some beer bottles from a cooler.

Unexpectedly, as we were both minding our business and shared pleasantries with the rare folk who felt inclined to talk to us, I felt a sudden weak tingle from my Spider-Sense which could only mean one thing. Flash Thompson was approaching, and he was about to be as unthreatening and annoying as ever. And I was sorry to be right... as usual.

The dumb blond jock walked through the crowd, letterman's jacket still on outside of school, a smug grin across his stupid face as he shoved past people smaller than him, his football lackey's behind him. Some people cheered as he entered, some people tried to keep their heads down, and I didn't feel like doing either so just concentrated on talking to Harry about his strategy for talking to Emily once she was away from Gwen and MJ (although he specified Glory, which makes sense, they have similar tastes in women).

It seems that by trying to just block out Flash's existence I had garnered his attention, as the jock trudged through the deluge of half-drunken classmates and made to clasp his hand down on my shoulder aggressively. I decided to allow him to grab my shoulder, but held my footing firm as I felt him try to turn me around to face him by force.

Ah, I love having super strength sometimes.

"Hey there, Flash. Enjoying the party?" I quipped, still not facing him as he tried in vain to turn me. Harry stared on in shock as I held my ground, before concerned recognition crossed his face as he no doubt remembered the last time Flash had tried to lay a finger on my, three years ago, the day after I got my powers.

"Well I was until I saw you here, Puny Parker," Flash growled, giving up on turning me and instead walking around me, half cutting of Harry and I. "What's a nerd like you doing here anyway? Think you have a chance of picking up chicks once their drunk? Or do you think you can try and kid on that your cool in the last couple of months of school?"

"Oh no, I'd never try to do that, I'm too smart to pretend to be cool like some people," I snarked, taking another sip of my drink as I leaned against the kitchen island lazily, enjoying how annoyed I was making the jock. "No, I came here because I was invited, and because I want to have a good time with my friends and some long lasting memories. Speaking of long lasting memories, do you remember what happened the last time you touched me, Flash?"

That seemed to spark a bit of respect, if not a little apprehension in the bully, as he took a step back, no longer blocking Harry from view as he grumbled, "You got the drop on me that time, Parker, thats all. I got you every other time."

"Sure, and it's because of that you haven't tried this in three years? The logic checks out," I chuckled, earning a snort of laughter from Harry as well before Flash sent him a warning glare and he flinched back. Frowning, I realised I was being a bit childish and reached out my hand to shake Flash's much to his surprise as I added, "But we should put all of that behind us. As you said before, we're in the last couple of months of high school. What's the harm in burying the hatchet and agreeing to make the best of what time we have left in Midtown?"

Flash seemed a touch perplexed by my display of maturity and the olive branch which came with it, and as he stared at my hand for a moment, contemplating whether or not to take it, he furrowed his brow and huffed, "Alright, Parker. But if you go back to the way you were before and start talking shit, you'll end up in a dumpster."

"Same for you," I smirked as we shook hands and he trudged on his way back to his friends as they all looked on in confusion, obviously expecting more of a show. Harry on the other hand was gobsmacked, simply pointing sporadically between Flash and I as if begging for an explanation. "What? I talked it out with him, did you expect me to psychoanalyse him too?"

Harry took a moment to think, finishing off his drink before countering jokingly, "Well there's clearly some home life stuff there that's at the route of all that."

"But it's not our job to discuss, or our business at all for that matter," I remarked, still nursing mine.

"I mean, if you were the victim of his abuse as a result of it, and I'm your best friend, there are arguments to be had," Harry grinned, miming weighing the morals with his hands awkwardly.

Laughing at his antics, I chuckled, "Sometimes it scares me that you're going to inherit a multibillion dollar company someday."

"I couldn't agree with you more, pal. Although with the way my dad was talking to you earlier he might adopt you and give you the company right now," Harry sighed miserably as he fished out another beer bottle.

"Come on, Harry, he's not that bad. He's just a fellow scientist, he gets excited to talk shop, thats all," I considered, hoping to alleviate my friends worries. Thankfully, I noticed Emily start walking back in from the back garden, so I tapped Harry on the shoulder and pointed over to her, "Maybe it's time to shoot your shot?"

"Definitely," Harry agreed, setting down his still full and unopened bottle and marching over to Emily, out of earshot thanks to the music on the speakers.

Enjoying what was the closest thing to a moment of calm and quiet at a house party like this, I sat down on the kitchen island and looked out across everyone in the room and out in the garden talking, drinking, dancing, swimming and all around having fun. I didn't have enough days like this, although that was a thought I'd had a lot over the last three days, and it was usually a dangerous thought to have.

As I was getting caught up in my own head, a hot brunette girl tried to get past some guys and tripped as she failed to squeeze past them. Sensing her falling, I reached out and caught her before she could hit her head, leaping off of the counter and holding her in my arms to do so, almost in a dip.

In a moment that seemed to last a lot longer, our eyes met and I saw she had deep caramel eyes and her brown hair in fact had pink highlights running through it. I didn't recognise the girl, but she seemed flustered as she realised I was holding her and froze up at my touch. Worrying she was uncomfortable because of me, I pulled her up and took a weary step back, noting how she cutely tucked her hair behind her ears on both sides as she shyly avoided making eye contact with me.

"Are you okay there?" I asked, still keeping my distance as the hot brunette out of respect, but it seemed she didn't mind all that much as she bit her lip as she made eye contact with me.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Thank you, Peter, that would have been embarrassing," the girl answered, fidgeting with one of her pink highlights as she swayed her hips back and forwards anxiously. Over her shoulder, I could see Harry, still talking to Emily with as much suave as he could muster, subtly giving me a thumbs up as I spoke to this stranger who knew my name.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to sound terrible right now. How do you know my name? Should - oh this sounds so bad - should I know you? Are we in classes together? I'm usually better with names." I wondered, a touch cautious as the brunette tilted her head to the side and frowned lightly.

"Oh, um, yeah, we've never been officially introduced, and the classes that we are in together I sit in the back of, so you wouldn't see me. I only joined Midtown High after Christmas," the girl mumbled as she blushed a little stronger and added, "and I know who you are because everyone says you're like the smartest guy ever and you'll be earning Nobel Prizes someday - and a couple of other reasons... girls talk. Um, but yeah... Hi, I'm Jessica Jones."

"Hi, Jessica, it's nice to meet you," I jokingly went for a rather formal handshake, which she reciprocated with a giggle and a sarcastic curtsy as she quickly became less flustered and more open to conversation. For the next few minutes, the two of us hung out and shot the breeze and I found out that I really liked hanging out with Jessica, so the moment that I found out she'd been a loner ever since coming to Midtown Hight, I immediately offered, "Well, there's always room at my table with my friends and I."

"Thanks, I just might take you up on that offer," Jessica remarked fondly.

It was then that Harry returned, walking over with a proud swagger that I was sure I'd make fun of him for later, but let him bask in the moment for now. When he reached us, he raised an eyebrow, as if asking if I wanted him to back off but I shook my head as subtly as I could in return. I was still mindful of the fact that MJ had her supposed plan for Gwen, and I didn't want to hurt either of their feelings by spending the entire night with another girl.

Harry pointed over to the window showing the back garden, where Emily could be seen walking down to the stage as folks began to gather, he explained, "Emily said the girls will be starting their set in a few minutes, she's just gone down before me to check everything's in working order. We should go down their too."

"Absolutely," I agreed, staring to walk out the back door to the garden as I gestured between Harry and Jessica, "Have either of you met?"

"Nope," they both responded at once as we walked past the pool.

"Then Harry, meet Jessica Jones, and Jessica, meet Harry Osborn." I introduced as they both nodded to one another politely. Looking over at the stage past the rows of classmates before me, I saw Emily fiddling with the mic and some of the instruments, and curtain behind her which I assumed the girls were behind. Feeling a touch antsy for them, I turned to Harry and Jessica and said, "I'm going to go down there and wish them good luck quickly, I'll be back soon."

"Alright, bye," Jessica smiled fondly as she waved me off, before I turned away as I strode around the crowd in front of the stage. As I began to approach the corner by the curtains, I looked back over and saw that Jessica had since furrowed her brow and looked cross in a very hot way and seemed to be giving one word answers to everything Harry was saying to her. Not that he noticed.

Looking past the edge of the curtain, I saw Gwen anxiously tapping her drum sticks against the palm of her hand, being reassured as usual by MJ who sat waiting with her whilst Glory and Betty were laughing to themselves about something I couldn't hear as they looked down at Glory's phone. Just as I was about to step out and tell them the cliché "break a leg" or "you guys are going to be amazing" which I meant completely genuinely, Emily's head emerged from her side of the curtain.

"Hey girls, I've almost got everything ready up here," she stage whispered to the other girls, who all looked up at her with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. "I'm just going to finish setting up here then give you an intro before you come on stage. Break a leg, ladies!"

With that Emily ducked back behind the curtain and the girls began to all stand together and talk excitedly. From the stage, Emily stood up with a mic and began to talk to the crowd, thanking everyone for coming to the party and all that, but I wasn't focusing on her. No, I was focusing on Mary Jane and Gwen as they stood up and the redhead limped ever so slightly as she stepped onto the stairs to the curtains.

Glory, seeming to have noticed, smirked as she and Betty stood behind her and Gwen, as she tapped MJ on the shoulder and purred to her, "Aw, did Peter tire you out so much that you can barely walk, honey?"

"What?" Gwen shrieked, glaring at Glory with a blazing fury as the other girl realised what she'd just let slip.

"Gwendy, it's... Gwen, I -" MJ started, attempting to reach out for the blonde, but Gwen looked her with an expression of betrayal and heartbreak, causing her to draw her hand back mournfully.

"We'll talk about this after the performance, we have a show to put on!" Gwen growled, masking her scowl with her usual positive glow just in time, as on stage Emily was finishing off her introduction, and I was thinking it best I back away from this situation and reconvene with MJ and Gwen after their set.

As I march away from the stage to get back to Harry and Jessica, Emily on stage called out to the crowd of high-schoolers, "So, without further adieu, I introduce to you - for the first time ever - The Mary Janes!"

Heh. Of course.

I tried to push away any stressful thoughts about Gwen's reaction aside for the moment as I wanted to enjoy the show. So cheering and clapping with the crowd as Emily jumped off the stage and began to run over to stand with us (or more namely, Harry), I watched as MJ, Gwen, Glory and Betty took to the stage, waving to the crowd with big smiles on their faces as they took their places.

Thanks to my heightened sense's I could see how frustrated Gwen clearly was as she plopped down on her stool aggressively and raised her drum sticks preparedly, her eyes flicking between Glory, as she stood behind her her keyboard, and Betty, as she picked up her bass. But her eyes mainly landed on Mary Jane, who stood in front of the mic stand, guitar in hand as she smiled to the crowd.

"Hey there, everybody. We're The Mary Janes," she slurred alluringly, as her, Glory and Betty each gave an synchronised note from their instruments as Gwen began to drum a light beat in the background, which was slowly building momentum. Looking back over her shoulder, MJ seemed to make eye contact with the blonde, as they stared at one another for a moment before she faced the crows again and continued, saying, "And we're about to put on bit of show for you this evening. While all of you will know most of the songs we'll be playing for you, we're going to start tonight off with something out resident drummer and I wrote together," Mary Jane then stared across the crowd, searching for something, before her eyes landed on me and she gave me a haughty look as she leaned in close to the microphone and purred, "Here's a little song, for a special someone, we like to call "Face It Tiger"."

Oh, next chance I have I'm going to give that girl the fucking of her life. Hell, same goes for Gwen too. That is some next level teasing.

The song, as I had always expected from a superstar like MJ and a genius like Gwen, was really good, and it got the crowd pumped up, it had my cheeks growing warmer by the second. It didn't help that as they sang and performed, both the redhead and blonde kept on fixing me and each other with a steely gaze mid song.

Gwen was really letting out her anger on the drums as well. Jesus that girl could drum! I'm sure if you handed her drumsticks and told her to go fight crime in Hells Kitchen she'd give Daredevil and his trusty batons a run for his money.

As soon as the song came to an end, the girls began to transition to a new one, which I was pretty sure was "My Beloved Monster and Me" by Eels, but I didn't have long to focus on the rest of their performance, as Harry, Emily and Jessica began to strike up a conversation which I was soon pulled into. For almost the entirety of the Mary Jane's hour long debut performance, I was desperately trying to focus on them as my friends talked and the party went on quietly before the stage as people danced and sang along drunkenly.

That was until at the start of the Mary Jane's last number for the evening, Liz Allan marched over from the crowd up to me with a purpose I had never seen in her step before. Her long fair blonde hair swayed behind her as she walked, her piercing blue eyes fixed on me as I tried to look past her and focus on MJ and Gwen's performance. Behind her, Sally Avril stomped frustratedly after her friend.

"Liz, do you have to do this right now?" she complained.

They were both beautiful, as was to be expected for two popular girls who were cheerleaders. But as they walked up and began to encroach on my view of the stage as they stood before me they lacked any of the poise or sweetness they manifested when cheering. It was still strange to me to see them in this light, I'd been friends with both of them for years before high school, but they changed once we got to Midtown High, which sucked. I always thought neither of them really looked happy.

"Parker," Liz grumbled, her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently as stood before me, turning her cheek slightly.

"Hey, Liz... Elizabeth - no, Liz is better - how are you enjoying the party?" I tried to spark some small talk, since it was clear she wanted something but she was also very stubborn, so I wasn't getting much from her reaction wise, which was admittedly awkward. But reminding myself she was interrupting the show I spoke plainly with her and sighed, "What do you want?"

"I need help improving my science grades before the final exams in a month, and your a genius, so I figure you could help," the cheerleader captain explained with a hand on her hip and toss of her hair, "So, when are you free to tutor me?"

Perplexed, I looked to my friends for help, finding that Harry and Emily looked equally confused but were focusing more on one another than the conversation or the music, while Jessica was glaring at Liz and Sally and cracking her knuckles. Turning back to try and focus on the stage for a moment I could tell that the Mary Janes were reaching their last number before they'd hop off of the stage and join in the party, and knowing that MJ and Gwen would be over soon I looked at Liz and queried, "What do I get out of this?"

"I can pay you twenty bucks an hour," Liz answered, looking rather bored as Sally stood staring at her nails behind her.

"Well, as Sally there can attest to, work can be rather heck-tic and things can come up on short notice," I nodded over to the other cheerleader, who made a face at her mention, before I added, "So because of that and some previous engagements I have next week I can't do anything to at least the next Friday."

"Fine, but you'll be helping me for longer to make up for the wait," Liz stated, her tone showing she wasn't to be challenged.

With a click of my tongue, I nodded and responded with a brief, "Sure thing. So can we now watch the end of the show?"

Sally intervened for Liz, grabbing her friends wrist as she began to pull her away and purred, "Absolutely. Watch away, Parker!" She waved her free hand sarcastically over to the crowd surrounded stage and looked Jessica up and down with a pout, before adding, "Oh, and it's cute that you finally found yourself a little girlfriend, it's a shame she only a 6. Which to be fair, is still punching up for you, Parker."

As I put my arm out to stop Jessica from swinging at Sally, I was surprised to see Liz pull her hand free from her friend and snap at her, "Sally, stop being such a bitch!" Before she huffed and trudged away, her friend looking bemused but following behind as she growled, "You are so embarrassing sometimes!"

"Sorry," Sally whined as the two of them merged back with the crowd.

Because Jessica was looking upset after what Sally had said I reached out to her and patter her on the back to comfort her as she calmed down, smiled softly at me before murmuring, "It's not true what she said about you."

"And it's not true what she said about you either, you're a beauty!" I chuckled, giving her a one armed hug as she giggled lightly, the glare having fully left her face as she leaned into my hold.

A massive cheer from our peers broke us out from our moment, pulling us apart in a moment of shock as they clapped and whistled at the end of the Mary Janes set, the girls on stage all grinning and laughing together as they took in the audiences reaction. They'd been great, and it was clear they all new it as Glory and Betty rushed up to MJ, their leading lady and pulled her into a warm embrace as basked in the afterglow of their performance.

Gwen on the other hand was looking to still be troubled after the revelations before they'd gone on stage, as she set her drumsticks aside and began to sit up, but was soon pulled into the group hug by Mary Jane, who held her close to her chest even after Glory and Betty had pulled apart. After a moment, Gwen leaned into the embrace and snuggled into the crook of the redheads neck with a sigh only they heard.

It was nice to see them hug it out as the crowd dispersed, and I had to admit they looked really cute together, especially with their cheeks flushed after giving such a passionate energetic performance. Just as the speakers began to blare Emily's playlist and I was about the turn away, I watched as Gwen perked up slightly as it looked like MJ had whispered something to her, which had her looking like she'd just had a bombshell dropped on her. And if the poor blonde's genius level brain hadn't been fried enough, MJ had finished whatever she'd said to her with a quick kiss to her cheek, before the redhead pulled away from the hug and ran after Glory and Betty.

The drummer stood slack jawed on the stage for a moment, her eyes trailing behind Mary Jane until she was out of sight, leaving her to stare into space as she brought her hand up to her cheek to caress her cheek where she'd been kissed. That was until her gaze suddenly fixated on me, making me freeze up as suddenly my Spider-Sense went off, then immediately dissipated.

That is both slightly hot and incredibly terrifying.

With the grace granted to her thanks to ballet, Gwen had hopped off the stage and was treading her way over to me. Looking around in a panic, fearing the adorable blondes wrath, I saw Harry and Emily retreating hand-in-hand back to the party, without a care in the world, while Jessica seemed to be trailing behind them and waiting for me, before MJ, Glory and Betty appeared out of nowhere and struck up conversation with her, pilfering her away so quickly out of sight I thought those girls must have superpowers of their own.

Although if the wink Mary Jane sent me as she legged it meant anything, she was definitely a super tease.

By the time I was facing in front of me again it was too late, Gwen was standing before me, the look of fury she usually only held for idiots pointed directly at me along with an accusatory finger as she panted out angrily, "Peter Benjamin Parker, you have some goddamn explaining to do!"

She looks so sexy when she's mad - SNAP OUT OF IT PARKER!

"Hey Gwendy, you were great up there," I said, unwittingly asking to die by calling her that.

"Inside. NOW!" she commended, pointing over at the house, before she frustratedly grabbed my hand and dragged me behind her.

"Yes ma'am," I squeaked.

With a soldiers obedience, I nodded my head and allowed her to pull me past our onlooking classmates and prayed to all the gods I knew, especially Thor, to come and save me. I had no such luck. MJ's plan hadn't worked, and now Gwen was going to tare me a new one. That or MJ was an evil genius and this was part of her plan all along. Either way I was scared and slightly turned on, a confusing combo.

Being pulled through the kitchen, along the hallway, up the stairs and then being thrust inside the first unoccupied room that Gwen could find was about as comfortable as could be expected, especially since she was so much shorter than me, so I was hunched over. Having found myself in a relatively small room, with a desk facing a window to the garden, a nice chair tucked in behind it, the walls lined with bookshelves and an expensive looking painting hanging from the one clear wall, I knew I was probably in one of Emily's parents office. Alone, with only an angry Gwen Stacy.

This is either a dream come true or a nightmare. Depends on what happens in the next few minutes.

"Alright, so Gwen," I started, turning around to look at where Gwen stood with her back to me and her hands holding the door closed as her shoulders shook. I stopped once I heard her take a deep breath in and look over her shoulder at me, one gentle tear trickling down her cheek, her blue eyes so big and hurt, her lip trembling. She just wasn't fair, she probably knew that. I didn't care though, I pulled her into a tight embrace and simply sighed into her hair, "Gwen..."

"You fucked MJ, my best friend - you chose her... she chose you too," she whimpered, wrapping her arms around me too. "I always thought... I don't know, I'm so confused. There's so much that the three of us need to say to each other and I don't know how. So many emotions we all share. All I know right now is that I'm upset you didn't tell me that you two got together. I could have swallowed my pride then, had time to digest it before getting on stage."

"Gwen, it's not like that, we didn't chose, things are complicated. We both care about you - fuck it! - we both love you as much as we love each other!" I tried to explain, knowing if I didn't talk she'd stress herself out rambling. "MJ had this plan-"

"- Yeah, she mentioned something like that on stage, along with some other things," Gwen interrupted, and I could feel the warmth of her flushed cheeks against my chest. "But still, Peter, that's not normal. People don't just have multiple partners, it's not normal or accepted. What would people think? I love you two so much, but how would that work? All of us together? And you with your..."

Thats when my Spider-Sense went off again, only this time less like it was warning me of danger or to stop something and more like it wanted me to stand still for once. A strange feeling, but I trusted it, as I felt Gwen pull me flush against her, pressing her boobs into my chest, her face nuzzling into my chest with a deep contented breath before she brought her hands up along my back, to my bag, which she promptly opened and dug her hand through, pulling out my suit and holding it besides our faces.

"This," she simply added, pulling her face away to look up at me, her tears, anger and worry gone, leaving only a loving but confused light in her eyes as she smiled weakly, saying, "I'm not dumb, Peter and you're a terrible liar. I figured out you were Spider-Man a couple of years ago, the first of the many times you saved me. It doesn't take an idiot to connect the dots between your two lives."

"Gwen, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you. I wanted to keep you safe, I have enemies," I murmured, my voice almost choking up from all the surfacing emotions as in the back of my head I wondered how many people had figured me out.

"I understand that, but how can we be what you and MJ - hell - what I want us all to be if we're keeping secrets like that?"

"That's fair, I'll keep no secrets from you. I'll tell you everything, right here, right now," I promised, and I did it. We spent the next half an hour talking about the parts of ourselves we'd never shared before, at times crying, at others hugging, but by the end of it I felt closer to her than ever, especially after she handled my reveal about Aunt May really well, and revealed her own attraction to the older woman. Both of us then sat on the edge of the fancy desk, my arm over her shoulder, her head on mine, as I smiled down to her and murmured, "We'll make it work, the three of us. I don't care what others think, because for the first time in a long time I feel like I'm happy. And if it makes all of us happy, then who else cares?"

"Okay, I want this too," Gwen nodded, turning up to gaze into my eyes, lovingly. "I want you, and Mary Jane, and even May! I agree with what May said, you can be with as many girls as you want, you can handle it and to be perfectly honest I find the idea hot as hell. I don't care what others think... But I am going to punish MJ for tonight somehow."

Chuckling, I leaned in closer to her and murmured, "Agreed."

Then, I inched my lips down to hers, and kissed her as I'd wanted to for so long. The kiss was so soft, and it was sweet and gentle, but still passionate and loving with a strong fire burning calmly behind it, much like Gwen herself I suppose.

Pulling our lips apart, we both grinned brightly to one another as we giggled gleefully at having finally kissed, after which we came together once again, only this time there was no calm, no tameness, we had no restraint. In this second kiss we laid everything bare, and our tongues became quickly trapped in a sinful battle between our clashing lips.

Moans soon filled the room as I twisted around, off of the desk but still kissing Gwen so I could lay her down a top of it and begin to passionately devour her gasps and moans of elation. Our hands began to travel all over one another as the blonde beneath me felt up my arms, back and face, even grinding her clothed pelvis against my steadily growing erection, while I eased my hands along her sides, caressing her thighs and eventually grasping onto her full breasts. Due to this she only started to moan louder, even when being smothered by our kiss.

"Oh god, Peter, I need you! Please fuck me!" Gwen begged the moment our lips separated to take in ragged breaths, surprising me with her foul language. Before I could fully process what she'd said, the aspiring scientist was already tugging off her shirt, revealing her 28B cup tits still clad behind a cute black bra, leaving me staring slack jawed down at her as she smirked innocently up at me.

"You're gorgeous," I murmured lovingly, earning an intense blush from the blonde as she tried to bring her hands up to cover her face until I grabbed them, pulling them away so I could kiss her once again. Between kisses I groaned into her lips some questions that were racing through my mind, such as, "Are you sure you want to do this here and now, Gwendy? Don't you want me to make this special for you? We're in a random office, shouldn't we be doing this at your place, or mine, or even a hotel? I could scrape the money together for that. Do you want that?"

"Peter, don't worry about it." Gwen cooed, caressing the side of my face as she rolled up her skirt, leaving her damp white panties as the only barrier between my view of her visibly drooling pussy. The drummer kissed my lips and held me close to her as she whispered to my sultrily, "I love you and I don't care where we do this, as long as your here with me. You've also got to admit, this is really hot! We could be caught at any time!"

Baffled by her excitement I wondered, "Have you got a bit of an exhibitionist side, Gwendy?"

Biting her lip alluringly, Gwen nodded her head gently, before adding with faux innocence, "Maybe... But is that so wrong, Peter? Surely you must find the idea alluring? Some of the hot, popular girls hearing us fucking and finally seeing you for the stud you are, or that cute girl you were talking to all night watches us through a crack in the door, or maybe even MJ could walk in on us and join in? Maybe one day we could be out in the city and that gorgeous Black Cat your always hanging about with wants a piece of what she sees us doing?"

"How are you a worse tease than MJ?" I groaned, the many images she'd bombarded me with blowing apart my mind, nearly making my head explode when she mentioned the cat burglar who so often clawed at my thoughts.

"Elementary, my dear Watson!" Gwen smirked, before wrapping her arms around my neck and speaking frankly, noting, "In all seriousness though, we're going to have to be quick about this. Folks will notice if we're gone for too long."

"If I know MJ - and I'm sure I do - she will be covering for us, so we'll have a while longer than you think," I reasoned.

"Then what are we waiting for?" the blonde retorted, her eyebrow raised sexily before she let out a chorus of moans and giggles as I showered kisses across her and fondled her boobs to my hearts content.

I soon found myself kissing a trail down her neck to her boobs, until I reached her round hard nipples which I began to lick and suck on while I teased the other with my hand. Meanwhile, me other hand which wasn't accosting Gwen's tits found its way to her thigh, which I began to softly caress as I teased what was to come, inching my fingers ever closer to her dripping pussy.

Her hands began to clutch onto the back of my head, tugging desperately at my hair as she tried to guide me between her two breasts so that I could worship both of her nipples and force her to cry out more wails of passion. Gwen also seemed to not appreciate how slowly my hand was in finding its way along her thighs to her pussy, as she repeatedly tried to thrust her hips up into my hand, only making me stall my movements, which served to make her more frustrated.

Deciding to free her from her torment, I brought my fingers down upon the blonde's folds. I ran my index and middle fingers along her lips, teasing my eventual penetration whilst my thumb crested along her clit and began to rub it fervently. My sudden touch ebbed out a shocked yet gleeful gasp of pleasure from the drummer, as she wound her legs around my waist and allowed herself to scream loud enough that I feared the partiers outside of this room would hear.

Needing to silence her, I brought my hand up from one of her boobs, which was starting to redden with how much I was squeezing it, to her open mouth as she screamed and shoved two of my fingers in for her to suck. In the back of my head I felt a slight tingle, but it quickly disappeared so I ignored it, as Gwen seemed more than pleased with this oral distraction as she let out gurgled moans through my fingers as she sucked on them as if she were practicing for me dick, even going as far as to bob her head on it and choke herself on my fingers.

God, she's fucking sexy!

Unable to resist myself any longer, and knowing that Gwen was reaching the end of her ropes as it stood, I eased up the ministrations of my hand on her pussy and sank down onto my knees. Therefore I dragged my fingers from her mouth as I went, leaving behind a disappointed sigh which then turned into an excited gasp as I kneeled before her soaked folds.

Gwen impatiently began to thrust her hips into my face once again, only to be stalled by me using a minimal fraction of my strength to hold her thighs down. Smirking up at her slightly tear streaked, flushed and panting face, I inched closer to her pussy, so that I was just a hairs breath away from final eating her out as I murmured to her authoritatively, "Say please, Gwendy. Say it and I'll give you what you want and more!"

"Oh fuck, please! Please, Peter! I need it - I need you! Oh - GOD FUCK!" I interrupted Gwen's needy begging by diving down to her folds, eliciting a cacophony of screams and moans as I dragged my tongue up along her pussy lips and then thrust it inside her core as my fingers continued to rub her clit. Through bated breaths and tears of pleasure, Gwen desperately rolled her hips into my face, holding my head down to her pussy as she chased her release.

It felt great to know that I could make her feel this way, and I could turn her into a quivering and moaning puddle at the drop of a hat. Looking up at her as I ate her out, I enjoyed not only how good she tasted as I probed her tight walls with my tongue, but also how amazing her warm bountiful body felt in my hands and how gorgeous she looked at she wailed out in pleasure.

We'd long since forsaken the idea of being quiet and I'd resigned myself to the fact that everyone in the party (or at least the house) was going to hear us together, and if anyone saw us leaving this room, they'd know immediately what we were up to. Whilst I was embarrassed about the thought, their was something exciting about people hearing how good I was making Gwen feel. Although that could be the chip on my shoulder talking.

My train of thought was interrupted when Gwen dug her short nails into my scalp as she let out a passionate scream, raising her hips off of the desk as she was about to cum. Wanting to leave her knees weak after this one, I pulled my lips away from her folds before pushing two of my fingers inside, thrusting them back and forth as I searched for her G-spot. Once I found it again I curled my fingers up and massaged it while I licked her clit, earning a ear-piercing moan from my lover as she came undone before me and slumped down on the desk limply.

Pulling back from her with a smirk plaster across my face along with her release, I chuckled at Gwen, who lay panting exhaustedly with deeply flushed cheeks, shaky legs and her toes curled. Affectionately, I caressed the side of her thigh until she stirred from her daze with a wide grin as she barely brought herself to sit up as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"That was incredible, baby," she moaned, resting her head on the crook of my neck as trailed soft kisses along my shoulder. Meanwhile her hands began to sneakily slide down my sides to the hem of my trousers as she started to try and shimmy them off of me, until she frustratedly grumbled, "Peter, you better help me strip you or I swear to god I'll go crazy."

"Yes, ma'am!" I chuckled, pulling down my trousers and underwear to my knees, finally exposing Gwen to my dick, leaving her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Jesus Christ, that things huge! You're gonna split me in half with that thing," the blonde gasped, looking excited despite obviously trying to sound intimidated for show. Eyes wide, the drummer tentatively reached a hand down and began to wrap her fingers around my shift, making me inhale before she tightened her hold on me and began to slowly jack me off. Looking me in the eyes, Gwen leaned forward and rested our foreheads against one another before she sighed, "Does that feel good, baby? Do you like me using my hand on you?"

Through a groan, I nodded, "Gwendy, it feels great. I've been waiting for this for so long."

"So have I, Peter. So have I," she purred picking up speed before she spat down on my cock, rubbing her saliva into my dick as she jacked me off to lube it up, garnering a surprised groan of pleasure from me at her kinky act. Seemingly enjoying herself, Gwen stared at me with a lidded, haughty gaze and moaned, "Now while I really want to feel this thing in my mouth, I don't think we can be up here for much longer. So I need you to make love to me right now! Can you do that for me, Spider-Man?"

"Absolutely!" I answered confidently.

Needing no more words between us I pushed Gwen back down gently again, slipped on the condom MJ had given me earlier and carefully lined up the bulbous head of my dick with her wet pussy as she lay back and stared down at it with an expression that seemed to be a mixture of wonder, excitement and an expected amount of trepidation. Once I was ready, and had received one last reassuring nod from Gwen, I finally allowed myself to slowly sink inside of her core.

Spreading apart her tight folds as I went, I could tell that despite my softness and care Gwen was experiencing some pain with only the crown of my cock inside her, so I stalled my movements until Gwen began to roll her hip into me and moan. Only then did I continue to ease my way inside of her, gently thrusting my hips back and forward, inching deeper with each thrust and earning more and more begs and moans from my lover as she met me thrust for thrust.

"Fuck, baby! You feel so good inside me! Go faster, please baby!" begged the aspiring scientist.

I didn't need to be told twice, as I soon began to saw my hips back and forth, the sound of my balls slapping against her ass filling the room along with her hearty moans. While I made love to her my hands were rather busy, my right hand was fondling her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, whilst my left hand held onto her waist, occasionally sliding down to caress her pert ass as well.

Gwen was thoroughly enjoying herself based off of the sounds she was making, as she held both her hands to her head as she writhed in passion, messing her beautiful blonde hair up so much in the process that I knew there was no way she could tidy it enough afterwords to hide what we'd been doing. Yet another thing she found herself doing in throes of passion that was bound to get us caught, whether she was aware of it or not.

"It's alright though. She looks so amazing when she's like this, all caught up in the act. And if anyone does see us after this, it'll tell them to back off."

Chuckling at my thoughts, I smiled fondly down at Gwen, who smirked back at me as she slung her hands over my shoulders to pull me down and hold me close to her. She was moaning so much, and her pussy was so tight that I knew she was already getting close, so it wasn't a shock to me that when in this new position I found myself hitting the back of her walls that I saw her go cross eyes for a moment, her tongue hanging out as she let out a silent scream as she squirted all over us both, the desk and the floor too.

"Peter!" she cried out post orgasm, her hold on me weak but her voice strong as she panted desperately for breath. Her legs were once more shaking, hanging feebly on either side of me as they twitched from the aftermath of her release, and it was clear to me from the shimmer across her body that she was absolutely covered in sweat all ready. But I wasn't holding back anymore.

Grabbing a hold of her two dangling legs by her ankles, I held them up high above her head and silently thanked god that she studied ballet as I held her legs firmly as I continued to thrust into her. I'd only just started, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted more.

As I'd had to remind myself before with May and MJ, I stayed mindful to hold back my strength, especially when I was going a bit harder, since it was easier to ease up accidentally. It helped having Spider-Sense as well though, as it helped guide me how hard and fast I could go, and if I needed to shift things up a little. Who knew a slight precognitive sense would be able to help so much in the bedroom?

Pretty soon I watched as Gwen's toes curled once again, as her walls began to have a vice-like grip on my dick. Because of how sensitive she still was from her second orgasm, she was quickly approaching her third, and she was experiencing so much pleasure that it seemed I'd fucked a genius to stupidity based on the sexy noises and faces she was making as I ruined her.

She came again, this time not having the same violent eruption as the other, but still strong enough for her to cry out feebly and for her legs to spasm out of my hold. The blonde girl seemed to be all done from the looks of things, which was fine, I was more than satisfied fucking her to a stupor, and didn't want to tire her out so much we couldn't save face with our peers and then go home. I was still mindful of her fathers threats to look after her tonight.

Shockingly, the moment I pulled out of her, Gwen let out a desperate whine as the reached her hand out weakly for my dick, before it fell weakly atop her tired out body as she panted for breath. As I smiled at her and took in her stunning body, her clothes either bunched up alluringly or tossed beside her on the desk, I got a good chuckle out of her shakily sitting up on the desk and looking at me with a furrowed brow as she panted, "What do you think you're doing, Mister? Did I tell you to stop fucking me?"

"Can you handle another round and still participate in the party and make it home?" I snarked playfully, but zipped it once her glare became serious and she began to stand up despite her weary legs.

"Of course I can, Peter! And you need to cum too, so sit back on that chair," Gwen ordered, pointing over at the leather chair we'd kicked aside to make room for us, "and I'll ride you to fucking kingdom come! I assure you, I'll be more than capable of going back to the party afterwards."

"Alright, it's your choice," I sighed, sitting down on the comfortable chair and leaning back in it with a smirk.

Huffing in frustration, Gwen limped over to me, moaning with each step and straddled me. As she sat dow on top of me, she flipped her hair over her shoulder sexily and ran her fingers through it, both looking really hot while also fixing it as much as she could without a shower and a hair brush. Taking in how hot she was right now, I held the side of her face and brought her down for a kiss, which she eagerly reciprocated, our tongues battling for dominance of the kiss until she cheated, as she grabbed ahold of my aching hard cock and made me gasp, allowing her to overpower me.

Fortunately for me, she wasn't overwhelming our kiss for long, as Gwen raised her hips, lined up my dick with her dripping folds, and sat down on it in one fell, causing her to let out a scream which allowed me to take back control. But, while I controlled the pace of the kiss, she controlled the pace of our coupling, as she began to bounce atop me, shaking her ass each time she bottomed out and rolling her hips as she rose, soon riding me like a pro.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been holding back my orgasm for a while as it stood. I was having the time of my life, these last few minutes had been a dream come true - much like most of the last three days - so I was enraptured enough that I close already. I just didn't want this to end just yet, knowing we had to get back to our friends the moment we were done, so I kept pushing on.

But Gwen riding me and looking down at me with that cute confident smile of hers that was just so genuine and pure despite what we were doing. Fuck, I was so ready to cum! But I held off, wanting us both to release together.

Soon, I felt the blonde's folds twitch around me and her moans began to become a bit more strangled, she was getting close, I just needed to give her that one last push. Thankful, in her passion, Gwen was just bouncing atop me and wasn't trying to hold me down and had given up on kissing me so she could scream. That left me free to hold onto her waist and start thrust up into her making her tits bounce around tantalisingly as she cried out in pleasure. Unable to resist the temptation, I dove face first right into her breast and began to suck on one of them, earning more moans for my lover as I did.

I was the moment that I felt Gwen body starting to tremble and shake that I knew she was coming undone already. She held on tight to me and seemingly predicted she was going to be too loud, even by her standards with this final climax, as she pulled my face away from her breast and kissed me through her orgasm, smothering her moans as her core pulsed around me, her folds tighter than ever as she held me still and came around me.

On the other hand, I couldn't handle how tight she was anymore and it was the straw that broke the camels back. I came, and thank god I was wearing a condom, because it was a huge loud, to the point I feared the condom would burst once it reached it's limit.

Thankfully, when I pulled out of Gwen, ignoring her quiet moans at our parting, the condom was intact as I pulled it off of my cock and tied it off, throwing it in the bin from where Gwen and I sat, our arms wrapped around one another. We both clung together, covered in one another sweat and cum, kissing one another gently on the lips and across our necks and shoulders as we basked in the afterglow.

Eventually, Gwen was able to pull away from me with a warm glow about her as she murmured, "I may have been wrong, I don't think I'll be able to walk."

Chuckling, I fixed her hair before replying, "Don't worry, pretend you're a bit drunk and I'll help you out. Although I should warn you, you're not going to look very inconspicuous, you have a certain "fucked silly" look about you and you were really loud."

Blushing in embarrassment, Gwen looked around as if worried people were looking through the walls, before she asked, "Was I really that loud?" When she got only a spiel of laughter from me, her blush grew brighter, until she too began to laugh as she sighed, "Well we should really tidy up."

"Yeah, and you should take a moment to fix your hair," I pointed out as I began to smooth some of it over for her, only for it to stand on end again. With that, the two of us began to dress, again, which was really quick for me, so I began to sort out the room and put everything back where it was meant to be. All the while, Gwen and I kept glancing at one another, not so subtly checking each other out as we tidied. I even caught Gwen biting her lips as she checked out my abs as I fixed my shirt, which was nice. Once we were done, we reconvened by the door, which was oddly ajar, so I stuck my head out in the hallway but saw nobody and held my hand out for the blonde, "The cost is clear, come on. Remember to do your best drunk girl impression."

"Alright, sexy," Gwen slurred, over-acting to the extreme as she over-exaggerated her speech and movement. Raising an eyebrow at her, I was completely unable to keep a straight face as she crossed her arms and pouted adorably, "Oh come on, it's your other girlfriend who can act. I'm the science girlfriend!"

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you call yourself my girlfriend," I grinned, letting her loop her arm through mine as I guided her down the hall slowly as we meandered our way to the stairs.

"I think I do, I've waited just as long to say it. So could you return the favour, please?" she begged, fluttering her eyelashes as ran her fingers along my arm.

Feigning indignation, I sighed, "Oh, it's great to be your boyfriend."

"That's more like it!" Gwen cheered as we reached the top of the stairs, where we could see our peers clusters around the downstairs hallway and presumably still scattered throughout the house. As we descended the staircase, numerous people turned and stared, many focusing on Gwen, who had done her best to tidy herself up, while others gave us knowing glances and cheeky grins. It was when we squeezed past everyone and returned to the kitchen, where we saw all of our friends together by the island, that Gwen was able to calm down her slight blush and greet them all excitedly, calling out, "Hey everyone!"

"Hey, Gwen! Peter!" Harry excitedly replied, his arm around Emily's shoulder while he grinned over at us with a bottle in hand. "Where have you two been? I lost track of you!" Harry asked, while the girl in his arm had very flushed cheeks and wasn't looking directly at Gwen or I, while Glory and Betty gave us knowing smirks. I thought I was able to save face well enough, until I looked at Jessica and MJ.

Jessica was glaring at Gwen with a fire burning behind her eyes. She had pure, raw jealousy emanating from her, something I did not expect at all. However, Gwen didn't seem to pay any mind to that as she was currently stuck in some kind of stand off with Mary Jane, who was just smiled at her, while Gwen sent her a challenging stare.

"It seems she was serious when she said she'd get back at MJ. I hope she doesn't do anything too bad. It would be great if the two of them could get together too."

Despite my internal monologue and the tension between some of the girls, Harry, who was clearly drunk as a skunk, I nudged my shoulder, as he giggled, "Did you hear some people were screwing upstairs? The girl was screaming louder than the music! That's some lucky guy, don't you think?"

"Yeah, he must be," I agreed, trying to stay as subtle as possible while MJ and Gwen had a silent conversation through eye-contact while Jessica looked to be trying to burn a hole through the blondes skull. "Yes...very lucky."

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Author's Note: Once again, sorry for the long wait for this. Whilst I love this story and have a ton of idea's for it I always stall once I get to the smut, so that takes a while to write and then I have to edit, so more time is needed. It doesn't help that once again I wrote a really long chapter.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I do. I'm rather proud of this one, especially because it allows me to properly introduce fun characters, and got to finally get Gwen and Peter together. As you may be able to tell, this version of Gwen is a bit different from others you may have read, maybe even a touch kinkier, so it was fun writing her and how Peter reacted to that side of her. I have a ton of plans for the two of them and MJ and many many more, but those will have to wait for a while, but until then, keep suggesting some ideas.

For those of you confused by my portrayal of Jessica Jones, she's still Jewel right now (as hinted by the pink highlights in her hair) so she's not got as much reason to be tough as nails yet. Also, she is talking to her crush for the first time in this chapter, she's bound to be shy.

The next chapter will be shorter (fingers crossed), so it will come out faster. I promise.

As always, thanks for reading, and please review. It helps a lot.